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Blake lost track of time: George was lying on top of him, their bodies entangled and smeared with their collective cum, his tongue sliding eagerly into George's mouth. Blake hugged him tightly, his muscled, hairy arms squeezing George tightly. When George eventually did pull away, gasping for air and rolling over to sprawl on the ground beside him, Blake already felt the gentle stirring in his groin again.

He looked down, noting the really thick, and slightly hairy, foreskin pulling away from the long, deep pink and obviously pointed tip. His balls had puffed out - no wonder, he thought, with all the juice they were making now - and currently nestled slightly tighter to his body amongst the noticeably thickened black hair covering his whole body. "Like an ape," Blake thought idly, "or rather a dog."

He sighed, knowing that was what was happening; or, rather that he was turning into a cerberus - a three-headed dog. The two lumps on either side of his neck - containing his slowly-forming other canine heads - had swollen out further, making him look like a no-necked 'roid abuser. His body was sprouting not human hair, but dog fur, and the larger pointier ears, the expanding muzzle and even the nub of a tail he rested on were all proof of this. But it was really the new feelings and sensations in his brain - and the simple, impulses of the two brains in his other growing heads - that were feeding these thoughts to him. Even his own scent was changing, the human tones were still the majority, but they were growing weaker; and the underlying bestial smells were pushing that apart one pinprick of chemicals at a time. He knew he should be panicking, or crying, or getting worked up into a rage; but he couldn't focus on those negative feelings for long before the new parts of his brains distracted him with thoughts of fucking.

"That was some fucking intense sex," George mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Want some more?" Blake asked, the urge to fuck George pushing away any remaining negative thoughts in his head.

George chuckled, "Really?"

"Yeah," Blake replied, "the lube pretty much makes you into a sex machine."

George nodded, "I know, I made it after all. Still, it doesn't seem... normal."

"It's not bad," Blake felt himself saying, a cold feeling washing away his own natural responses, before his mind was awash with sexual images.

"Even so," George noted, "I haven't..."

His words hung in the air; before he could continue to think, Blake pinned him down, kissing him again. He loved George more than anything, and there was no way he wanted him to think too hard about it.

"You haven't used the lube?" Blake finished George's musings in his own head. "But you have; I'm making it now, and you are too." The thought made his body quiver; but whether out of fear or arousal Blake couldn't tell. George couldn't know about that, yet; not until there was nothing he could do about it.

George pressed his hands on Blake's furry pectorals, slowly pushing him up. "Not right now," he said. "We've made enough of a mess here, and if we fuck any more I'd rather do it somewhere more comfortable than the corridor."

Blake relented, crawling off of him and getting to his feet. He noticed the thickened, slightly-curling nails on his fingers and toes, and the thickened patches of skin on his hands and elongated feet that made his steps feel bouncy. His cock hung half-erect out in front of him, tantalizing George, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off of it as Blake helped him to stand up. Looking at the thick pool of semen on the floor, smeared and separated where their bodies fell into it, Blake quipped, "Might want to put up a 'Wet Floor' sign."

George grinned back - Blake felt himself want to melt, whatever this lube stuff was doing to George was making him even more attractive - and said, "There's some cleaning stuff in the lab, we should clean it up and then go get the others to come down. If we're going to continue using the lube, I want to make sure everyone is safe."

Blake nodded, noticing something that George hadn't: his position on banning the lube had changed. "Not that it mattered now, anyway," he thought to himself. Falling into step beside George, Blake sniffed the air: he and George were covered in the sweaty, slimy scent of freshly-spilled sexual fluids, but there was a hint of something else happening not too far away from them. Blake sniffed the air, stifling a chuckle when he made the connection.

Through the glass walls of the lab, Blake could see clearly what his nose had warned him about, and he tapped George before they went barging in. Gary, his large body spreading the ugly, bruised legs of Simon apart, seemed to be jerking the unconscious guy off with one hand and - from what Blake could hear - fingering Simon's asshole. George, slightly shocked by this display, quickly ran into the laboratory, yelling, "Gary, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Getting a semen sample," Gary said, not even bothering to turn around. "The lube's been all over and around our genitals, I just want to make sure that everything's still healthy down there."

"But he's unconscious," protested George.

Gary argued, "I doubt he'd object if he were conscious. The guy is a horny little slut if you work him the right way. And don't forget, I'm doing it for his health."

George fell silent. Gary, his own erection showing just how much he himself was enjoying it, was still using gloves and had a sample jar nearby, so if he was abusing his patient it had at least the veneer of being part of a medical investigation.

"Actually," Gary said, "I wouldn't mind getting some of your cum, since you're just leaving it around now."

"Oh," George inquired, "you saw us?"

"Heard," Gary corrected. "You two weren't exactly discreet porking each other in the hallway like that. Though you might have done us all a big favour. Hearing you two going at it got me aroused - physically and mentally - and that's what got me on to the idea of getting semen samples."

"Happy to be of help," Blake smirked, his tail nub wagging. Hearing the slick, wet sliding of Gary's lubed hand along Simon's dick, and Gary's finger into Simon's ass, was throwing kindling on to the fire he had burning for more sex.

Gary tilted his head, gesturing over to the side. "I don't really need much, just run a cotton swab over any wet patches and leave them somewhere."

"There's quite a bit of it out in the hall," Blake added, proudly.

"Yeah, but... urgh... that's been on the floor," Gary stated, grunting as Simon's cock unleashed a thick squirt and oozed cum onto his prone, bruised body and over Gary's hand.

George pulled Blake over to the side, getting a cotton swab and cleaning as much of the cum off of Blake's furry chest as he could manage. Blake turned around, the cotton swab getting changed out occasionally, placed with the rest of the spunk into a sample jar George had commandeered.

"Bend over," George said; Blake obeyed, whining a little in pleasure as George twirled one of the padded ends of the thin stick inside his still-recovering hole, probing inside Blake's intestine for any spilled seed that ended up there.

Gary came over, placing one jar of semen on the bench while stroking his own cock; with his free hand, he swiped another sample jar to fill with his own sample. Blake felt drawn to the cock, his body and mind filling with a growing need for sex, until George tapped him on the shoulder.

They switched roles, Blake taking a fresh cotton swab. Wiping down George was erotic, though it didn't really take much of an excuse to convince Blake to slide anything down George's smooth, toned body, especially if it ended up with him on his knees, cleaning cum off George's dick. George was cleaner and less hairy, so it didn't take as long to "clean" him off.

"Send the others down a couple at a time," Gary barked out, his face contorted in concentration as he tried to hold back the orgasm that his body was clearly eager to unleash. "I need blood and semen samples from everyone."

George nodded, and headed out the door. Blake felt slightly torn over wanting to watch - and maybe assist - Gary getting samples from the others, and being near George. The latter pulled him more, and he quickly ran to catch up.

When they reached the puddle of slowly-drying cum on the ground, they turned to each other and laughed, before stepping over it and heading out through the security door. Leaving proved to be much easier than entering; just going up to the door caused it to slide open.

"We should probably split up," George mused aloud, "You go upstairs and get everyone from the bedrooms, and then through all of the rooms downstairs, while I go outside and get anyone who's still there."

"Sounds like a plan," Blake agreed, silently cursing the fact the two of them couldn't both go up to George's bedroom and fuck.

On the landing, they heard voices coming from the kitchen; Blake, prepared to continue heading upstairs, was pulled aside by George and the two headed in there instead. Eric and Leon's naked bodies pulled apart as Blake and George interrupted them.

"How is Simon?" Eric asked.

"Gary's looking after him," George replied. "Look, sorry to interrupt, but I need to get everyone assembled in here as soon as possible. Blake, can you go check upstairs?" Blake nodded, heading back towards the stairs, overhearing George telling Eric to look around through the ground floor while Leon was to come out with him and look around for anyone outside. Blake felt a slight flush of jealousy - after all, he'd be a much better choice of sniffing out everyone else - but he supposed George hadn't been exposed to enough of the lube to understand what was happening.

"That's not going to last long," Blake felt the other thing growing in him inform him.

Upstairs, Blake decided to use his changing senses to his advantage, pricking up his ears - at least, as best he could at the moment - and sniffing the air. Ivan and Giuliano were up here - their scents were pouring out from underneath their closed door - and Manuel was further along on the right. Blake could hear some muffled crying coming from there. Everyone else's freshest scents had them going downstairs.

Deciding to get the easiest people over with first, Blake knocked on their door before barging in. Ivan and Giuliano were standing over by the windows, examining and comparing their transformed bodies.

"Ah, an impartial observer!" Giuliano exclaimed. "Who do you think is bigger?"

Blake gave both guys a quick once-over. Giuliano's cock, the biggest draw to the eye when someone was looking at his naked body, was still gigantic: the head hung down to his knees, the end flared and flattened in the same way Blake's had become pointy. A hefty pair of orbs dangled underneath, the scrotum skin stretched taut as though they had not changed enough to handle the extra mass the lubricant's changes to his body required them to handle. The hand wrapped around the thick shaft ended at thick, darkened nail on an expanded middle finger. The rest of him was round, large muscle and shiny black hair.

Ivan looked very similar. Both had elongated faces, and large, slightly furry ears that matched the rest of their hairy bodies, but Ivan's was bone white where Giuliano's was jet black. Ivan seemed much taller and more muscular, and definitely more menacing. His cock had also gotten bigger - so absurdly long that it was up to Blake's chin by his estimation - but the lengths were difficult to compare, since Ivan's was stiff and throbbing whereas Giuliano's was soft. The pale, thick scrotum on Ivan's seemed about the same too.

"I could help you guys out..." Blake started, mouth starting to water as the idea of working both cocks into an erect, jizzing frenzy was very tantalising. He coughed, and continued, "... but George needs you to go downstairs."

"Why?" Ivan asked.

"Something happened to Simon," Blake explained, "possibly due to his use of the lube, so Gary wants to get samples from you all." He added, with particular emphasis, "Blood and semen samples."

"Good!" Giuliano stated triumphantly, "The two of us can go down and finally get a decision on which of us is bigger in a fair setting!"

Blake, satisfied he managed to coax the two stallion-scented guys into going downstairs, followed them out, checking the firm, hairy asses of both as he did so, before turning down the corridor and entering the door at the far right of the corridor.

Manuel was inside, streaks of old tears glinting in the brown hairs covering his face. The long, throbbing, pink tip of his cock pointing out from his groin as he stared dully ahead. His horns had burst out, growing about the length of his fingers; the rest of his face had a distinctly bovine cast with its wide, boxy jaw and overstretched nostrils. His legs were thick, stretched wide as he fingered his hole, his feet digging down into the soft mattress.

"Oh, Blake," he said dully, still facing ahead. "Can you do me a favour and fuck me until it's over?"

Blake answered, "George wants everyone to go downstairs."

"I don't care," Manuel replied, his large wet nostrils snorting. "I just - I just want it to be over."

"Don't worry about Simon," Blake replied, walking over and massaging Manuel's wide, hairy shoulders. "Gary's looking after him now. Besides, this is for Simon: Gary wants everyone to go down and give blood samples so he can figure out how to help him."

"It's not just him, though, is it," Manuel muttered. As Blake watched, Manuel's eyes seemed to go even duller: they had originally been far away, but now it was like Manuel wasn't there at all. before Blake could do anything, Manuel - or whatever was controlling his body - quickly twisted and pinned him down. Manuel's hard, dripping cock slid along the groove in between Blake abdominals, leaving a skin-tingling streak of slime.

Blake quickly responded on instinct: grabbing Manuel's ass in his hands, he ground his own hip against Manuel's. However, unlike most of the times he'd started out rubbing up against another guy, he had a principally non-sexual goal in mind; though sex would, of course, be a nice extra. He reached down, gently biting into Manuel's shoulder with his sharpened teeth; not enough to do any actual hurt, but just enough to ramp up the excitement both guys felt. His sharp fingernails dug into Manuel's round ass; Manuel snorted heavily as his cock throbbed and dripped some lube on Blake's chest.

Blake reached down, squeezing gently on Manuel's orbs, taking the opportunity to slyly slide along the bed, slipping out from underneath Manuel's muscular, sex-crazed body. Once he'd freed himself, he wrapped himself over the top of Manuel, in a way that seemed like it was designed to allow Blake to bite into Manuel's other shoulder. Playfully, Manuel struggled to try to buck him off, but Blake tightened the grip of his left arm around Manuel's chest and pulled upwards, his right hand reaching down to grab the hard tip of Manuel's cock. "Come on, cow," he snarled, "I want a ride!" Both Blake's feet kicked down, narrowly missing Manuel's dangling scrotum as the horned man bucked upwards, twisting and turning as he made a convincing but half-hearted attempt to throw him off.

Using his hands jerking along Manuel's shaft, Blake slowly managed to coax him towards the bedroom door and into the hall. Manuel smashed backwards into the door of George's bedroom; Blake's lungs wheezed for breath as the huge weight of Manuel's hefty body pushed the air out of him. He dropped to the ground, quickly recovering, pulling himself up on to all fours. Lips pulling back, Blake growled at Manuel menacingly; Manuel stamped and lowered his horns at him in return.

Streaks of pre-cum arced through the air as Blake dived at Manuel, and they wrestled each other, rolling down the corridor. Even though both guys didn't hold back, each found the acts intensely erotic.

Blake mustered his strength, grabbing Manuel's horns in between his thumbs and forefingers and shoving him half the length of the corridor. Manuel responded by grabbing him around the neck, choking him. Blake jabbed a sharp-nailed foot into Manuel's leg to get free. The two fell over each other, steadily rolling towards the stairs.

The stopped, lips locking against each other; Blake was underneath, his chest slowly getting damp from the steady leaking of lube from Manuel's cock coupled with his own as he lay underneath.

George's dry voice cut in, "Before you guys tumble down the stairs and Gary has to look after three guys in the lab, would you mind coming downstairs?"

The life in Manuel's eyes had returned - Blake felt a warm surge of satisfaction at this - and he grinned, saying, "A rematch later?"

"Sure thing!" Blake promised.

Manuel stood up, snorting in excitement, pulling Blake to his feet.

"I've told the other's what's happening," George elucidated as he led Manuel and Blake down the stairs. "Manuel, since you're so keen for some action, why don't you come down with me and Nathaniel first?"

Nathaniel stood on the landing. Blake sniffed on pure instinct, although his eyes could easily tell what was happening to the Sierra Leonean: his hair had turned long and golden, giving him a thick mane and a really hot contrast with his dark, increasingly-muscular frame. Like Blake, his fingers trailed off at sharpened points, as did his thick, wide cock.

"Christ, why haven't we fucked yet?" Blake felt himself saying to Nathaniel.

"I guess we've both been busy," Nathaniel grinned widely, showing off his equally sharp teeth, glistening with some - enhanced, Blake noted - saliva.

George coughed and mumbled, "Why don't we just save some of that energy for giving Gary your samples, huh guys?"

"Oh, yeah," Blake said, grinning. "George and I already gave ours."

"Speaking of which," George said, his face going slightly red as he pushed Nathaniel and Manuel towards the stairs, "you might want to mind the floor. It's a little slippery..."

Blake continued to smile, idly stroking himself as he watched the three guys heading downstairs. "There's a lot of really nice asses on this island," he mumbled.

"Yes, there is," Eric said.

Blake jumped and shouted in surprise. Eric and Leon had come in from the kitchen - which currently smelled incredibly enticing to Blake - while he'd been talking to the others. "Shit," he swore, "don't scare me like that?"

"I was wondering," Eric asked, "if you were interested participating in a little 'experiment' with us." His wide nostrils flared, and added, "You look like you could do with some more release, and Leon and I would love to have you along."

"Oh?" Blake inquired.

"Yeah," Leon said. Blake noticed the young twink seemed, well, the only work Leon could think of was 'round'. He was still slender, but his torso pushed out slightly in the centre, following the line of his slick, smooth erection. While everyone else had seemed to have gotten hairier, the opposite had happened to Leon - even his eyebrows had gone - and his smooth, slender body had something about it that made Blake very eager to get his cock up and inside one of Leon's holes. "You know how the stuff seems to have had a bad effect on Simon?" he continued, Blake noticing the sibilance in Leon's voice.

"Mmhmm," Blake agreed, stepping slightly closer to Leon, interlocking his fingers behind his head to give Leon a good dose of his musk.

"Well," Eric continued, "what if someone were to have a lot of it? Surely the effects would be more noticeable."

"And it would probably help Gary figure out what was wrong with Simon," Leon said.

"So, you want me to coat myself in the lube or something?" Blake asked, his cock pushing out another drip at the suggestion.

"Well, I was going to do it," Leon countered, "while Eric, and maybe you, fucked me."

Eric explained, "Leon and I are last to go down to give samples, and I take it you've already given one." When Blake nodded, he continued, "Well, then asking you to join should not delay anything, and by the time we're done Leon and I should have recovered."

"And when I give Gary a sample," Leon added, "it should provide a benchmark for what happens when someone uses a lot more of the lube than normal."

Blake nodded, "Yeah, sure, that sounds sensible."

"Cool!" Leon exclaimed excitedly. "We'll need to do it upstairs, otherwise..."

"Having everyone else join would be too much of a distraction?" Blake suggested.

Eric tapped his nose, and they all chuckled and headed upstairs.

"So, I take it you finally got to have your chance with George?" Eric inquired.

"What's this?" Leon asked.

"I've known George since I was a teenager," Blake explained, "and I've had the biggest crush on the guy. I've always wanted him to fuck me, but I can kind of guess why he didn't want to then."

"Ugh, I don't," Leon moaned.

"What was worse was that he treated me like a younger brother for years," Blake went on, "and all that time I just wanted him to look at me not as a brother or some kid he taught to swim, but as a hot guy that he wanted to fuck.

"Well, when we went down to take Simon to the lab, we kissed. Then once Gary had come down to look after him, George wanted to come up and stop us from using the lube."

In synchronization, all three paused on the landing, before Blake concluded, "Well, I think I managed to dissuade him of that. I told him how I feel and didn't take no for an answer."

"Was it worth the wait?" Eric asked, opening the door to his bedroom.

Blake grinned, "Oh, fuck yes. I don't think I've jizzed so much before in my life, and that's saying something because I've just been cumming like crazy since I've been using the lube."

"And we all missed it?!" Leon noted in disappointment.

Eric grinned, "Leon has either never been in love before, or has been too often."

The three men retreated into Eric and Leon's bedroom. Eric immediately went into the bathroom, hunting for the lube. Leon immediately sidled his way alongside Blake, sucking on his nipple and running his hand down Blake's furry, muscle-wrinkled chest.

"Shouldn't we, uh, wait?" suggested Blake, his throbbing cock suggesting he felt otherwise.

"I can't help it," Leon grinned, toying with Blake's exposed tip, "all the guys here are so fucking hot."

Eric reappeared, bottle of lube in one hand, straining erection in the other. Running his lips over the tip of his oversized teeth, he muttered, "Ready, Leon?"

Leon closed his eyes, and nodded. Eric emptied the body all over Leon's head, the lubricant spreading out over his smooth skin, a thick liquid sheet pulling down over the contours of his face, dripping off the points. Leon shivered as drops fell on to his shoulders and further down his chest and back.

Dropping the bottle, Eric began to massage the lubricant into the crevices on Leon's body where they couldn't drip into. Dipping his hands into the thinning, he ran it underneath Leon's nose and around his ears, starting to work his neck. Leon's hand reached out, searching for something: when it came into contact with Eric's dick, he started to stroke on it.

Blake grinned and joined in, walking over and guiding the twink's free hand around his own shaft. Out from his nose came a satisfied blast as he was stroked off, his own hands spreading the intoxicating lube over Leon's thin body. His hands sometimes ran into Eric's, and the two grinned at each other.

While Eric coated Leon's neck, Blake covered the right arm that twitched at its hand squeezed and massaged Blake's cock. The fluid dripped on to the sensitive, aroused, stretched skin, sending excited tingles rippling through him. His cock started to slowly ooze out his own body's lubricant, and he mixed it in as he rubbed it on the thin guy's slender right pectoral.

Blake slid his hands further down Leon's body, his hands running over the strange, round muscular striations that flexed and expanded as Leon breathed. Returning the favour, he ran the lube - which by now had been spread about as far as the empty bottle was going to manage - over Leon's bucking cock, pumping out the slender guys own dripping pre-cum to add to the mixture of natural and artificial lubricants.

"We're running low on lubricant," Blake noted.

Eric nodded. "One of us should get some more," he stated.

"I'll go," Blake offered, "you got the last one." Squeezing on Leon's wrist tightly - the guy was insistent upon keeping that dick in his hand - Blake freed himself, and quickly dashed across the corridor and the en suite bathroom of his bedroom.

His body quivered excitedly, filled with the memories of the first sex he'd had with the lube - amazed that that had only been earlier today - and quickly grabbed the bottle. This bottle was fuller than the other one had been, as only he, Jack and Manuel had used it.

He quickly dashed back across the hall: Eric had Leon on the ground on all fours, smashing his cock deeply into Leon's throat. They weren't shy about letting anyone overhear them: Eric moaned and grunted, one hand wrapped around Leon's bald head, the other reaching behind him. "Probably sticking one or more of his fat fingers up his own ass," Blake guessed. Leon's breathing was heavy, and Eric's dick and Leon's lips smacked and slurped loudly.

Blake bared his gums; the room was awash with the potent, erotic scents of the lubricant. Unscrewing the cap, Blake emptied the bottle along Leon's spine, making the twink's body quiver as the lubricant slipped over his back.

Staring at Leon's ass gyrating back and forth, Blake slapped his erection into the gyrating puddle forming at the small of Leon's back. Dipping his hands in to rest of the gooey mess, Blake slathered it all across the twisting body underneath him, sliding it over his sides and liberally over Leon's ass. Reaching around underneath, he used his lube-covered hand to slowly jerk Leon off, getting down on all fours himself. With his free hand, he toyed the young man's hole with his fingers, loosening it up for Blake's demanding cock.

Although most of his attention was on the slender guy he was busy molesting, Blake heard footsteps on the stair. He tried to sniff out who it was, but the room was filled with the scent of lube. He readied his cock, sliding the tip smoothly into Leon's slippery, open sphincter. His cock squirted out a trickle of over-excited pre-cum; Leon's ass was a warm, inviting place to shove his needy shaft.

"Whoa," he heard Manuel say, "there's a party in here!"

"Ouf, ouf," Eric grunted, "Do you two want to join in?"

Manuel and Nathaniel's answer seemed to be yes, because pretty soon Blake found himself flanked by one dark-skinned, tawny-haired, leonine-scented man and another dark-haired, bovine-scented one. Their hands dipped in front of his vision, scooping up some lube and rubbing in on their still-stiff, exposed genitals.

"Lube up his legs," Blake barked, gripping tightly on to Leon's hip with his free hand. The lube made it difficult, and he dug his fingernails in to get traction; Leon didn't seem to mind too much.

Blake couldn't really tell if they did so or not; his cock was spilling lubricant into Leon's ass, and the combination of the warm insides wrapped around his sensitive penis, his nose stuffed with the smell of the lubricant and the four other sweaty male bodies, and his own mental desire to just go on fucking for as long as he could last was making it difficult from ejaculating. But now, with Manuel and Nathaniel joining in, he wanted to last long enough to maybe get to enjoy some time with them - particularly Nathaniel - before loosening his load.

Balls-deep in Leon's rear end, Blake let his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth. The mounds on his shoulders containing his growing heads twitched and wriggled, and his body seemed to prickle with an itchiness that would have made him want to scratch if his body wasn't so desperate to keep plugging away at Leon's ass.

His hand slipped along Leon's dick faster; Blake wondered, "Fuck, when was the last time I just wanked?" The idea wormed its way into his mind: having George command him to masturbate suddenly was something he needed to have happen.

He felt hands grip into his shoulders, he glanced up; Nathaniel and Manuel were hold on to him for support, Leon's hands encompassing their cocks. Instinctively, Blake dug his toes into the bedroom floor harder.

Something light tickled his jiggling ball-sack, making it twitch; Blake tried to catch what it was, but it was underneath too much male flesh for him to see what it was. He continued pumping, ignoring the strange sensation. What was one more weird thing with all the other changes that had been happening with their bodies.

He felt it again, and this time Blake recognised it for what it was: a tongue - a very slender, flickering one - was now brushing up and down against his ass. Blake turned around to look, wondering if anyone else had joined in their orgy. With all the sounds of lubed bits of flesh slapping against one another, and five guys moaning or snorting out of arousal, and his own mind elsewhere, he thought he might have just not heard someone come in. But whoever it was seemed to not be interested in making themselves known.

Suddenly, Blake felt something slippery wrap around his leg; the shock sent his body into ejaculation, and he fell against Leon's shiny, wriggling back. Lubricant oozing into his still-scattered chest fur, his cock unloaded, cum dripping along his shaft as his twisted body angled Leon's ass downward.

He quickly righted himself, trying to pull out of Leon. The muscular thing still gripping his legs. Blake reached down, his cock still pumping its creamy-yellow load, now aimed over Leon's back, trying to find the source of the things holding him in place. His hand ran along the slick, slightly uneven surface, heading right up to Leon's semen-splattered waist.

Leon's legs - or rather, what they had turned into - coiled even tighter around Blake's legs. He lowered his ass down, pulling Blake along with him, as he rubbed his cock along the floor. Blake's foreskin pulled down sharply, his semen stinging the red, recently-exposed flesh.

Palms steadying him, he looked upward. The three other guys seem surprised, but enjoying the other major changes to Leon's limbs. His hands had rather rapidly transformed into thick, wet pouches, one enveloping Nathaniel's and Manuel's cocks.

Sensing his growing panic, the thing seeping through Blake's body and mind cranked up his arousal, causing his cock to unleash a thick squirt of heavily-milky semen along Leon' back. The scent intensified the already sexually electric environment. The transforming men's hearts pounded loudly in Blake's ears.

There'd be a little while before he could go again; his cock continued to squirt out the last dregs of his ejaculate. Blake sniffed and licked at the heavy, creamy spunk he'd squirted over Leon's back. As his tongue slid over Leon's skin, Blake noticed it felt rough, like the scales of a fish. "Or a snake," his mind added.

Eric squealed and began to pant heavily; he seemed to no longer need to massage his prostate as both hands were gripping Leon's head, Eric's heavy body jiggling as he jizzed into Leon's welcoming mouth. Leon continued to suck, even when Eric's hands sagged down, his body draining of energy as well as semen.

Blake and Eric stared at each other, grinning like idiots. Blake could almost see Eric's features growing even more porcine: nose pushing outwards, nostrils growing; creamy tusks elongating; even the bristly hairs on his body seemed to lengthen as he watched. He could feel similar things happening to himself: the gentle, occasional cracking of his lengthening jaw; the grinding of his growing fangs; the thickening of his dark fur. Even his head-buds pushed out a little more, the stretched skin growing a little paler.

"Mein Gott," Eric blurted out in German, before he remembered. "Leon, let me go! My cock is too sensitive!"

Leon released him, mouth erupting in a spray of jizz and saliva. "Ssssorry," he hissed. "I got carried away. You tasssted sssso good in my mouth... you all do!"

"Uh, could you let me go?" Blake asked, his own lips smeared with a similar mixture.

Leon laughed, "Sss-sss-sss! Ssssure!"

Blake backed off as the heavily-muscular coils around his legs slackened. He fell down hard on his butt as Leon's legs - now looking more like snake bodies - coiled up around Leon's ass. Blake watched as one of Leon's feet, now a mouth-like cavity with a small serpentine tongue, started to lick the semen dripping off of his body. The other foot was the same; Blake guessed the same thing had happened to Leon's mouths.

Blake stared at Leon for a moment, before a dirty thought appeared out of his lips. "Hey, could you suck yourself off?"

Leon hissed, turning his face - still somewhat human, but distorted by the large snake's jaw he now had - and answered, "Ssssure! Which mouth?"