Gunter was ready to fight back more violently when he felt an intense need to urinate, unable to prevent the dark golden arc of urine from jetting upward even higher than his head and splashing its forceful heated flood back down on his mattress. Within a few moments, though, his urine thickened and appeared to become more clotted into a creamy and warmer brownish stream of fluid until the prolonged and harsh ammonia-scented flood finally stopped discharging.
The bones in both legs started compacting, twisting, and even strangely turning outward as the joints in his pelvis, knees, ankles and spine made loud popping sounds, adjusting themselves and slowly pivoting in reversed positions. Gunter lowered his ass down closer toward the floor into a slightly squatted stance to remain standing, but it somehow felt comfortable and more correct to squat down even further as both of his knees bent upward and his feet rotated nearly 180-degrees into an entirely opposite direction from their prior human skeletal position.
Each bone in Gunter's legs contracted, thinning the width of them to narrowed stick-like appendages and gathering the loose, vein-filling nearly transparent excess flesh at the outer sides of them to form flimsy stretching flaps along his upper thighs and reshaping pelvis. His legs felt noticeably stronger, somehow, but much lighter, Gunter realized, seemingly weightless to move or even quickly reposition each of them.
Gunter glanced down as each toe lengthened to equidistant lengths, creating blackened digits with small black hooks. Clawed vampire toenails, he chuckled, turning his attentions back to Dylan who was also experiencing similar changes to both of his legs and reversed feet, too.
Something started happening in Gunter's chest and spine, too, his ribcage shifting and pulling higher upward with painful bony cracks and crunching sounds as his abdomen sharply tapered and altered the shape of his entire chest. The bony changes were pulling even his shoulder blades downwards and back somewhat, forming their position into a sleek, more aerodynamic formed shape.
And as Gunter's skeleton crunched with compressing bony cracks into its shorter height, his pelvic bones constricted and snapped noisily, painfully, forming an elongated groin and altered tapered butt as thick clumps of muddy greenish-black soured excess paste violently purged from his tightly puckered rectum's exposed flexible anal sheath.
Liquefied waste squirted to the floor for almost two minutes, creating a pudding-like mound of Gunter's liquefied foodstuffs, partially digested fragments of bones and other recognizable items including a metallic washer, an elastic band, a quarter, and what he also saw were the hollowed corpses of depleted flattened muskworms scattered throughout the steaming mass of sludge-like warm excrement.
Gunter moved quickly and with an agile, yet awkward graceful scurry away from the mound of fecal waste, noticing how rapidly he could change directions. Both of his smaller, oddly-shaped thinner padded feet and black toe-claws facing away from his spiky black and densely coated short-furred capsule-shaped abdomen helped propel him in a 30' circular loop on the floor without much effort or energy.
Each of the black claws were about 2" long, tapered with a downward lethal curving sharp point that looked as if it could inflict a gaping slash into almost any living or any deceased thing he wanted to quickly slice apart. Each toe claw also moved independently, reacting quickly to his thoughts, sensitive to movement, body heat, and even the slightest faint change in the air, and yet they even seemed useful or designed to possibly grab or hold onto something tightly.
Gunter could now even move each foot in almost a complete 360-degree circle.
But even stranger than his legs and feet, Gunter noticed that his arms were also getting much shorter and far less muscular, especially between the shoulder and elbow where the heavily vein-striated translucent sagging flesh stretched and fused behind his underarms and downwards along the sides of his abdomen. Gunter raised both arms and looked inside the nearly see-through skin, watching thick veins thin and join tinier branches of veins spreading outwards from them.
Both hands were also changing, and the bones inside them were rapidly growing excessively longer as highly flexible stretchy webbing filled in the space between every finger but his thumb. Gunter had no idea or explanation why his thumb was excluded, and assumed the extra webbing being created could be to improve swimming through water since his shape resembled something more suited for living in, or maybe under water.
Dylan's blank confused expression from the similar changes happening to his own physique suggested he didn't have any answers as to what they were changing into, either. He seemed excited by his changes, though, and he didn't seem to mind whatever it was they were both turning into.
Staring at his thumb when the fingernail lengthened to a longer pointy black claw, this one curving outward slightly, and then curving at its tip but even sharper backward like a fish hook, reminded Gunter of the wing claw on that forbidden child's toy he had recently acquired. A rubberized pterodactyl dinosaur kid's toy that an English tourist teenage boy had given to him with with an odd request for an exchange of clothing. The guy had stated he wished he'd been born into an Amish family, though Gunter felt that the older 18 or 19-year-old teenager was lying. He'd even said he liked the peacefulness of the Amish community, without all the American hassles he went through every boring day.
Gunter had been explaining their upcoming Rumspringa celebration to a group of tourists, and the touristy teen said he could be the talk and shock of this Rumspringa--every 16 year old teen's hopes to win the Best Elder Shocker Prank--by looking more like a cooler American, an English, starting with a trade of their clothing. If he agreed and was man enough, the teen said he would return with several kegs of beer, five or six friends with cannabis, and 10 hot English girls who wanted to break-in any virgin Amish boys who wanted to have really great sex with an English girl instead of waiting for marriage to have sex.
And if he or his friends were invited back to join their first night's well-known annual wild Amish party, Gunter could even keep their traded outfits afterward, if he wanted.
That's what had prompted Gunter's morning visit to the bathroom where he was attacked by the two vampires. He'd put on the teen's ultra-slim black jeans with chrome chains dangling from the pockets and belt loops, the chrome ankle chains, the unusually snug and tightie-not-so-whitie-underpants, a slightly dirty stained black Metallica T-shirt, two chrome spiked leather wrist bands, scuffed up black leather combat boots one size too small for him, and he had just finished applying the Goth's black lip balm on his upper lip when he had to stop to take a piss. But halfway through doing his business, the door crashed open and two vampires stepped inside, grabbed him, and that naked Asian female lifted him up easily as the male vampire undressed him when she stabbed her fangs into his throat and started feeding at his throat.
And now Gunter couldn't prevent the physical changes he'd watched happening to both he and Dylan, unsure if either could revert to their original human form.
Lifting up his hands as transparent flesh darkened and connected into black air foils, Gunter knew what he and Dylan were obviously turning into was no longer human. He was shocked and terrified with the realization that they were becoming human-sized bats.
A vampire bat that had real bat wings and a hairy bat-like body.
And as Gunter thought about how he could ask or even beg the Asian vampire lady to turn them back into humans, his brain instantly surged with its new high-pitched clicking sound language to readily communicate with his own feral brethren, eliminating his entire human vocabulary and replacing it with that of his feral bat brother's raw form of inhuman language.
Gunter's human awareness remained fully intact and blended into his now simplified bat's understanding of its need to survive, preserving most of his human memories and identity.
He knew what he was now, and that he had been a human, but the bat's intelligence and feral instincts were trying to take control of his resistant, stronger human mind.
Gunter groaned, feeling his growing arousal fusing with the bat's, shuddering from the new sharp perceptions and hungers he felt his own turning into from the feral vampire bat's hellish desire as he helplessly gained its same perverse feral needs and animal instincts, growing stiff and excited by his new hunger for blood.
Then Gunter felt the changes altering his spine, penis and skull, groaning weakly.
His tongue slid out and through the furrowed gap in his bottom jaw, extending over 5 or 6 inches outward and revealing how dark red and thin its length had become, and how severe it tapered to a point. Clearly designed for lapping at liquids, Gunter opened his mouth and wiggled it around inside his mouth, testing its free range of motion and how quickly it could dart back and forth like a snake's, and then stretching it out above the bridge of his nose up onto his forehead, tasting his own salty moist flesh.
His spine felt like it was arching upwards and curving slightly, forcing him to tilt his head up, angling his head to match the curve forming in his spine. His neck adjusted to its now more comfortable position as well, discs and bone cracking from his ass to the base of his head. Gunter was now able to look around more freely, een turning his head around nearly backward, and strangely, his cock swelled from the added flexibility that his neck would now provide him when searching for prey or mating with Dylan.
Gunter looked down at his boner, horrified as it exited the hairy black sheath revealing its glossy black length tapered to an inhuman-looking wet tip, his mushroom head entirely replaced by something animal-related or ... completely that of an animal's penis. It felt as if there was a bone inside its stiff length now, too, and Gunter was unable to control the hardened erection sliding further out of its fluid-filled dripping sheath. Gunter groaned as a jet of brownish-white paste with a strong ammonia tangy odor squirted onto the floor behind him out of his rectum's external sheath
Guano, Gunter knew. Now he even excreted bat guano just like a vampire bat.
And then a heavier flow of bat semen spilled from the tip of his erect black bat cock in a thickened, steady creamy release.
Then his stiff leaking cock slid backward a half inch, although four inches of the hardened black animal boner remained unwaveringly exposed from its hairy black sheath. But Gunter didn't feel as if he was aroused or een sexually excited enough to have a boner or to be ejaculating. His cock had pulled upward against his hairy abdomen slightly, making his constant release a bit less noticeable. His hairy foreskin slowly climbed upward around the pointy tip, enclosing his vampire bat penis fully within its lengthened black sheath as the hard shaft uncontrollably throbbed and continued to leak more semen. His smaller balls were drawn upwards now, too, the smaller black scrotum sprouting a dense black pelt that concealed the sack within thicker oily black fur.
He noticed his fur also gave off a strong musky scent, similar to what his human body odor had been but with more of a gamy, stronger animal-like ripe ... musk.
And then Gunter's head made a loud, terrifying crunching sound that began in the back of his neck, spreading upward across the top of his head into his forehead as more cracking sounds at his temples, nose, eye sockets and cheeks echoed loudly from their own new bony adjusting transformations.
Something was also being pushed out and lengthening from just above Gunter's backside, a slender and bony rat-like black tail, he now saw, extending the length of his spine.
Gunter's ears were rapidly lengthening with pointed tips, their lobes enlarging and pulling fleshy folds upward as loud splintering sounds above his eyes resulted in a wide bony ridge forming above them where he could now see his two black eyebrows disappearing. Both eyebrows were sliding downwards around new ridges and curving outward around each eye, pulled slightly upwards as another bony ridge formed below his eyes toward his now enlarging nostrils.
His eyes seemed to be drawn inward slightly, some colors fading from his range of new eyesight but instantly modified with a wider field of view and brighter appearance from everything around him. The once dark room was now almost as bright as if in daylight, with far fewer darkened shadows.
At the same time the ridges around his eyes formed, both nostrils were pulling upwards, too, and each had become bonier and larger, flaring up and outward as their shape merged into both of Gunter's altering cheekbones.
Unknowingly, Gunter had been making a groaning and gasping sound with each altering change. But the sound was also filling his mind with excited curiosity from the new changes his body was undergoing, growing harder and amazed by each physical change.
Gunter's ears were also more aware of every sound around them, faint distant noises distinguishable from others indicating the direction the noises came from and distance, instantly. Each moved independently now as well, able to focus on any chosen sound or tune out the other sounds, or tuning in on two separate noise makers and process the information from both.
Gunter wondered if Dylan was hearing the same sounds he was, and then realized there was also a droning muffled sound that he wasn't even sure what it was or where it was coming from. He opened his mouth, tasting the air, and thought to call out and ask Dylan if he heard it too, instantly receiving an image of him through some internal thing that 'saw' his friend better than with his eyesight from their shared clicks of communication.
Dylan's response was instantly received as well, a sound that he understood though not a single human word passed between them, and he felt his throat, nostrils and tongue reply that he was eager to have sex. He saw Dylan's form scurry toward him, revealing that his cock was also rigidly upright, its pointed tip exposed and hungered for sex, too.
And Dylan's human body odor's familiar scent was now a much sweeter intoxicating animal smell that excited and instantly aroused him.
Dylan's stiffened bat boner was glossy and wet, too, but more of a dark grayish color. Gunter looked down at his own painful hard shaft, its black length rapidly rising and growing with arousal from the dripping sheath and already leaking a thick white rope of semen. Dylan elevated his thinned butt, curving up his anal sheath in greedy arousal as Gunter inched forward and slipped his black boner into Dylan's sheath. Gunter pushed forward quickly as he climaxed, driving steadily inwards and deeper into Dylan's sheath and flexing his boner to pump multiple spurts of seed within him.
As Gunter ejaculated, Dylan's sheath tightened and loosened with the same rhythms of Gunter's flexing cock, maximizing the discharged volumes he supplied, giving him a satisfying quick orgasm.
Gunter withdrew quickly and turned around, offering his own sheath to Dylan's lengthy grayish boner. Gunter opened his sheath as wide and quick as he could when he felt the heated dripping penis pushing inside, squirting its thick hot seed and burrowing inside him as Dylan ejaculated. Gunter used his sheath's muscles to milk the hard throbbing shaft for all of its seeds, shivering from this arousing pleasure as Dylan pumped an excessively long squirt of his orgasm inside.
Dylan's cock continued throbbing as he lapped at the back of Gunter's head. Swiveling his head, Gunter slipped his long tongue out and began grooming the side of Dylan's head below both lengthy pointed ears, drinking in his mate's delicious scent and flavor from his blond-streaked fur and warm body.
They were eternally mated now, their union permanent once infusing the other with their seeds, tastes, feral desires, and even their own pungent scents.
"This is intense, Gun," Dylan communicated. He withdrew his stiff cock from Gunter's sheath. "We're both finally mates for each other, Gun. I've wanted you like this for a long time, Gun, and I feel so horny now I want more sex, more time to lick and taste all of your body everywhere."
And opening his legs wider, Gunter clicked his shared feeling and excitement as Dylan's long tongue began lapping the semen from the tip of his penis, and then sliding his tongue down into his sheath and eagerly slurping at the juices inside it.
Gunter extended his wet tongue and lapped Dylan's back, revealing he felt horny, too, tasting every inch of his mate's body, eager to siphon the juices from his mate's sheath and clean his cock as hungrily and passionately as Dylan now groomed his.
"We need to give others these same pleasures, Dylan," Gunter clicked. "Each boy needs this feeling, these arousing desires. Do you want to turn Jurgen or should I?"
Dylan clicked, "No, he's yours, Gun. I want him to be like you, and then he'll know what you feel, and I can give him a mate like me. They'll be just like both of us, too."
And lifting up into the air with a push of his legs, unfolding his wings, Gunter rose up with a flapping of his bat wings, sending signals out across the large sleeping chamber, locating his human male target instantly.
(to be continued)