A smell hit his changed nose, it was the goo and the musky scent was even stronger with his half canine snout. He picked up the jar and sniffed it. It made him horny again and he couldn't resist and glided with his long canine tongue into the jar and slurped out a big glob. It tastes better than before, but after he gulped it down he instantly regret it. The itching returns and the heat deep in his bones rose up. The fur around his body thickens up, the tickling and the heat made him very horny again and he began to pump his already hard member. His panting got louder and huskier, when he felt how his muzzle pushed out even more, forming a full canine muzzle, but all he could think of was sex. His back aches and cracks very mad, but what annoys him more were his fingers. He could feel how the fingers grew shorter and the palms longer by every pump, until his thumb fully retracts back and he loose his grip. But thanks to his changing back he got more flexible and so on all fours he was able to suck his dick with his muzzle and finishes the job and the transformation into an massive load, which he swallowed quickly.
A knock on the door got his attention from his thoughts.”Phil? Are you there? I heard some noises from your room, like an animal...” Shit it was Drake his friend and room neighbor, he must have heard him, but he couldn't confront him with this. His mind races, he wonders if he was still able to talk and if its good to let him in or to run away through the bathroom window, its even the first floor. What will he do?