"We want you all to look your best tomorrow," the man said."We want you all to look your best tomorrow," the man said. From what Jack could see, it would be hard for this handsome group to look any better. Each room had been provided with a cold pitcher of rum punch with the instruction to drink up; the punch was an island specialty. Jack decided to nap first. It was already growing dark by the time he woke up. The evening air was full of those strange noises, bird calls that almost seemed like screams. His mouth was dry, so he pured himself some punch. It was still cold. He pored another glass, sweet and tasty. He was about to start on a third drink when someone knocked loudly on his door. He opened it. in the dim light of the hallway he could make out the sillhouette of Chad Stonebrook, a blond-haired tower of muscle who was supposedly being considered for the Calvin Klein campaign. Chad looked sick. "You don't look too well, buddy," Jack said, letting him in. "Come have a drink." Chad stumbled through the doorway, then fell to the floor. In the light of the room Jack could see that his companion washorribly changed. His feet and hands were gone, replaced by huge and powerful hooves, stallion's hooves. The hairless barrel of his chest was covered in fine black fur. His eyes were huge and dark and full of fear. The little triangle ears that protruded from his long blond hair were twitching. Chad tried to speak, but his teeth and gums were so huge in his mouth that he couldn't form the words. A tremendous ripping sound resounded. Chad was growing. He tore right through his jeans and his te-shirt, weight and muscle increasing throughout his body like an erection. |