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Derrick’s long naked tail wiggled as the elevator he was in swiftly rose towards its destination. The fancy rat, who was anything but fancy with his scruffy, almost slovenly appearance, bounced on his feet.

It wasn’t that he was always like this... His work demanded pretty impeccable hygiene standards, after all. But, perhaps because of how much attention he had to pay to such matters while on the clock, he had taken the excuse of the vacation and the current convention to slack off a bit. It didn’t hurt that he usually had other things on—or rather sloshing through—his brain to distract him further~

Besides his poor manner of dress, he was currently jealously guarding a simple, nondescript box in his arms as he waited for the door to open, at least whenever his hands weren’t busy fidgeting with the glasses upon his face—the hard won bounty that he had... creatively acquired for this party he was heading towards.

With a ding, the elevator announced that it had arrived, and its thick steel doors opened to reveal the manicured, nondescript halls of the hotel’s fourth floor. With an ever more anxious smile, the rodent pushed forward, following the numbers upon the doors until he found room 20.

If he had any doubts that his invite was legitimate, or that he had screwed up the room number, they were put to rest when his ears prickled from the distinct drum of the music reverberating through the sound proofed walls. Even more tellingly, his nose wiggled as a faint whiff of the sweet, oh so familiar, delectable aroma of weed escaped through the door.

Wild music, weed, and a brazen disregard for the hotel’s noise and recreational use policies? This was definitely the place!

With a long, deep breath to enjoy the tantalizing flavor seeping from beneath the door, as well as to steady his own nervous excitement, the rat knocked.

He was left standing there for quite a few seconds, almost thinking his announcement had gone unnoticed over the wild party’s noise. But, just as he was about to rapped his knuckles on the entrance once more, he heard the latch slide free, followed by the door opening slightly to expose the distinctive brown-and-white furred, amber eyed face of the man that had invited him; Coonix!

“Yo, yo, yo... If it isn’t the cute stoner I found high as a kite this morning~” the quad-bred mongrel quoll murmured, his purple tongue flicking over his chops and against his bulbous pink nose as he stared at the smaller rat.

It wasn’t until a second later as Derrick anxiously squirmed in place that he finally opened the door wider... and exposed the fact that the studly male was completely, totally, buck-naked.

“Decided to take up my offer to see what some real shit looked like?” the room party’s host spoke completely nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t exposing his muscular frame, and especially the sizable pink, humanoid cock draped over his ample orange nuts, to the wider world beyond.

Derrick’s cheeks and short, stubby ears burned as he glanced over the other man’s body. For a moment, his beady black eyes lingered on the surprising heft of the mustelid’s cock, following how the soft flesh swayed with the hybrid’s idle movements, before the weight of the stud’s hungry stare on him caused the rat to divert his attention to the floor.

“Uh... Yeah. How could I not? Everyone knows your parties are the dopest things around!”

“Hah, good~” the mustelid swayed back and invited his latest plaything in with a goading slap of his thick, splotchy tail to the rodent’s rump. “What’s that you’ve got there in your hands? You didn’t go bringing your own bong did ya? Don’t trust my stuff~?”

“N-no it's not that,” the rodent admitted with a sheepish smile. “It’s... Uh... A special supply I got to celebrate for this moment, ya know? Gotta make sure I bring the good shit to your room!”

Of course, that was only half the truth. He had left out the fact that this ‘special supply’ was anything but ‘his’.

When he had scored the invitation from the hybrid this morning, the rat had ducked out from the hotel to swing across the city to the lab where he worked—the scientists and technicians there had been experimenting with some truly A-grade shit!

He didn’t know everything about the drug they were testing, that sort of stuff was far too above a little stoner rat janitor’s paygrade like him, but he had seen that the gas gave the most powerful high he had ever seen! The monkey that had tested it stood in place with an utterly listless, blitzed expression without a single thought bouncing through his head!

They had apparently produced an aerosolized ticket straight to the heights of narcotic nirvana!

He had been contemplating getting his grubby little paws on some of it for some time now—the lab’s piss poor security certainly gave him every opportunity, after all. Coonix’s invitation to the most legendary room party at the convention was just the perfect excuse to put his plan into action!

And, man, did the mustelid’s party live up to his expectations!

The haze of Mary Jane was thick in the air, the aroma of half-a-dozen different breeds that Derrick’s fancy rat nose could all identify and name by heart mixing in his nose and lungs with every breath he took.

All of which came from the room’s occupants, half a dozen guys and gals in various states of undress, all of which were having a good time.

Some had already started hooking up. At least two pairs of dude had thrown away any sense of impropriety while underneath the lacks-a-daisy influence of their blunts, the two guys on top pounding their respective piece of tail on the same bed—so close that their tails and hips occasionally brushed against each other during their ruts.

Not that they had any choice in separating the action, considering that the other single bed in the room had been almost entirely conscripted for a threesome as two stoned studs spit roasted a lovely minx on their rock-hard cocks!

The other four-or-so guests, meanwhile, hung out against the wall set opposite from the beds. Some were smoking blunts, others were hitting up a bong or other paraphernalia of choice. At least a few of them also seemed to just be taking a break from their own carnal activities, spent cocks and dripping pussies or asses on full display.

It made the little fancy rat’s tail writhe with expectation as he took it all in.

Fortunately, despite being a first timer, he didn’t have to worry about settling in. The mustelid made certain of that as his strong hand squeezed against the rat’s shoulder, flashing a wide, predatory smile down towards his invitee.

“Don’t worry, no need to rush into things... We’ve got all night for you to relax, get some M-Jay in ya, and just... vibe, man~

“But...” the quarter-quoll’s tail flicked with a telling hint of depraved excitement. “If you’re interested, I might have some proper psychedelic shit for you to enjoy while getting blazed from that ‘special stash’ of yours~”

“O-oh?” the offer enticed Derrick further, luring him closer to the self-satisfied mustelid.

“Yeah. But first, tell me... What way do you swing, rat? Guys? Gals...? Or both~?” Coonix spoke, feeling out the little rat’s suitability as he directed him to the end of the bed that had mostly been overtaken by the threesome. There was barely enough room for him to sit there, so long as he didn’t mind getting a tail from one of the rutting studs slapping against his shoulders, or how the rocking motion of one’s seat coincided with the muffled, euphoric moans of a woman having the time of her life just a few feet behind him.

“I... Guess I prefer chicks, yeah?” he replied simply, even as his beady eyes warily glanced down to the mustelid’s plump, hanging shaft.

That didn’t mean he was interested in the hybrid, of course! It was just... an eye drawing sight, that was all!

“Then this vid will be perfect for you~” Coonix replied, sauntering over to drag a misplaced bedside table just in front of the sitting rat.

On the table’s surface was a thin notepad that the mongrel dutifully flipped open, the screen already tabbed to a pre-prepaged video page.

Derrick’s gaze flicked over the video’s title in the brief time between the screen turning on and the mustelid setting it to full screen with a firm tap of a key: F@gg0tS!m-2026.

A concerned thought briefly flashed over his mind, but that was quickly taken care of by an encouraging smack against his shoulder by the mustelid hovering nearby.

“There you go. You’re all set up... Just take a hit from your goods then hit play, and you’ll be guaranteed to have fun for the rest of the night~”

“Alright~” Derrick replied appreciatively, although his glasses adorned, beady black eyes had already wandered to one of the free, naked chicks.

His mind was filled with salacious fantasies featuring her, goading him forward as he ripped apart the box he had used to smuggle the high tech canister out of the lab. The device within it was a small thing, only large enough for one concentrated dose, but from what little he had seen of its effects, that would be all that he needed to have the high of his life!

The lass he was staring at noticed him, causing her to glance back towards him with a tantalizing giggle and a flutter of her eyes to the nervous little rodent about to be ‘settled’ by their host’s video.

With a squirming, enthusiastic huff, the rat brought the device to his nose and squeezed the trigger, snorting the cold white gas which hissed out without a second’s thought—huffing and puffing right after to ensure not a single scrap of his irreplaceable smuggled goods went to waste!

The drug’s effects were immediate, and everything that Derrick had hoped.

No sooner had the delicious narcotic cocktail settled into his lungs than his entire body felt warm. A second later, and it felt like all the neurons of his brain were shivering with electricity—the long spindly cells working so hard that the little rat swore he could hear them humming between his ears!

He could feel everything about his body, from the weight of the marajauna-smoke coiling into his lungs with every breath, to the pulse racing out from his heart and through his limbs.

All of it felt magical, more real than anything else he had felt before in his life!

Just imagining what his hands would feel like wrapped around his cock in this state was enough to make his modest girth twitch and form a tent within his jeans.

His movements were sluggish despite how fast his thoughts seemingly raced. He thought to put the empty inhaler away now that it was no longer useful, but instead his hand absentmindedly dropped it onto the floor. His thoughts were too busy contemplating a dozen different topics at once to be concerned if his arm did as he told it to do.

One slow hand reached down to free his trapped tool, fumbling with his belt buckle for a solid minute before finally slipping the fabric strap through. A push later, and his pants were down to his knees, releasing his thin, five-inch rat cock into the air warmed by a dozen writhing, fucking, drug-addled furs in the hotel room turned party hot box. What his tool lacked in heft compared to Coonix’s slab of meat, though, it more than made up for in vigor currently, twitching as the disproportionately large fuzzy balls at its base flexed and crowned the tapered tool with a heavy bead of wobbling pre.

His other hand numbly felt along for the laptop’s space bar. Whatever lingering worry the rat had about its contents quickly faded when the expected psychedelic swirls and warm, yet authoritative, feminine voice of the video greeted his stupefied eyes and ears. The induction was slow yet salacious, finding fertile ground within the inebriated rat as he stared listlessly at the screen—the soft voice whispering promises that made his brain juice feel good and his cock stand vigorous and firm.

“Don’t you feel warm... Don’t you feel oh so eager...” the feminine voice from the screen murmured, their contents quickly sinking into his ears without filter—leaving his neurons utterly exposed to their programming. “Don’t you just want to jack off... To wrap your fingers around your cock... And squeeze it ever so gently...”

With a jerky, uncoordinated slide, his hand began to pump along his turgid rat cock just like the warm, sultry voice instructed him to do—each pump of his grip in his current state sending quiver-inducing ripples through his body.

“That’s right, just like that... Pump your hands up and down... up and down... up and down...”

His mind cleared further with each repetition of the mantra. Soon enough, his hand was moving less by his own operation, and more from the direction of the video, leaving his utterly zonked-out consciousness without a care in the world, just sitting there to soak in the pleasure trickling in from his body.

“Keep your hand going... You don’t have to worry... You won’t hit your peak. You can’t hit your peak... There’s nothing to worry about, just keep stroking it, keep pumping your meat, keep dragging your fingers over your hard, throbbing cock...

“Doesn’t the thought of your cock just make you shiver...? The weight of it... Its heft... Its warmth... The need boiling through your shaft and into your hand... Its unbridled masculinity...”

Derrick’s eyes remained glued to the monitor’s brightly colored, thought-dazzling light show, the scintillating whirlpool reflected in his thick-rimmed glasses as he stared. He had unknowingly started to nod his head in agreement to the questions the voice raised—blind to the direction the video was going as he anxiously, thoughtlessly, pumped his hips into his stroking hand.

‘The video... was very good...’ the thought percolated up from the rodent’s mind with a smile.

He knew his limits. He would have totally climaxed already even without the drug’s blissful sensation-enhancements without the hypnotic video’s control over his impulses.

Unfortunately, he was far too appreciative of that fact to notice the trap the feminine voice was laying as it turned his attention towards his fat cock, instead of just the blissful pleasure of arousal like it had been in the beginning.

Although... That was hardly the only thing the rat had failed to detect...

Despite the induction directing his attention to his shaft, Derrick was blind to how the vigorous throbs pulsing through the spire seemed to be leaving it thicker, and larger, than it had been the moment before.

Or, perhaps, that was entirely the reason why he hadn’t noticed. His shaft already felt far heavier and far larger in his palm thanks to the emphasis the video directed his consciousness to pay towards such attributes, making it no surprise to his stupefied mind when his hand pumped along a fatter, six-inch rod...

Not even when it began rolling over a seventh inch...

Nor did anyone else in the room seem to notice as their little inductee underwent his hypnotic training—missing how the scrunched pouch of the rat’s sheath, pulled back by the engorging shaft, seemed to steadily disappear with every pounding sway of his fist. The slender, tapered design of his tool soon followed its disappearance. His shaft grew thicker and meatier, standing from its internal pressure alone rather than any in-built structural support, soon flanked by a broad cum vein which ran along the underside of the growing length which connected right to a spunk sputtering urethra nestled within a bulbous gland...

His dick was almost a dead ringer for Coonix’s thick, lumbering, humanoid cock—save that the rat’s was a lighter, pinker shade than his. Even his length and girth wasn’t far behind the mustelid’s thanks to the shaft-swelling pulses arcing through his prick, goading it to ever larger dimensions!

One hand just wouldn’t cut it anymore to pleasure himself, he had to dedicate both hands to mindlessly work over his towering cock!

More subtle manifestations of his unfortunate choice in narcotics began to show soon thereafter as his precum slickenned hands began to change. The thin fur on his palms began to thicken and curl, their white and black hue drifting towards a woodish brown. The claw tips on the edge of his slender, delicate digits disappeared, while the fingers themselves became thicker—muscles swelling and twisting to support an iron-clad grip capable of holding his entire body weight. Soon enough, the delicate gestures of his precum squelching fap became all but impossible, but that hardly stopped the high rodent as his far less dexterous faps put more emphasis upon his hips to compensate

He was shifting and he didn’t even realize it... The spunk dripping from his transformed primate tool catalyzed the changes, making everything it touch transform faster than his dosage would have normally allowed.

His legs grew uncomfortable in his half-stripped pants, causing the video-hooked rat to thoughtlessly kick them and his shoes off—exposing a similar transformation happening to his feet as was happening to his hands... Save for the even more pronounced development of his big toe separating from the other four, becoming somewhat opposable as if it were a second pair of hands...

“Aren’t cocks just great~?” the coaching, guiding voice from the hypno-video continued, making sure Derrick’s attention couldn’t be spared to notice such trivial details like his body’s rapid restructuring.

Only the stroking mattered. Only the pleasure his new, iron-clad grip gave to his towering, ten-inch monkey cock mattered...

“You could just think about cocks all day... How they throb, how they pulse... Cocks never fail to get you hard, to get your thoughts racing, to get your tail lifting...

“In fact... the only thing that can make your pulse race faster than staring at cock...

“Is ass!”

All at once, the video he was watching changed. The voice was still there, so trustworthy, so certain, helpfully reprogramming a brain that was far more susceptible to the video’s condition than was normal. But alongside the shift in topic, the spiral pattern had changed with it.

Or perhaps the rat’s eyes with their darkening sclera had only just now noticed what had always been there, hidden in the perturbations of the whirling motion—the subtle albeit now quite noticeable outline of Coonix’s ass swaying ever so invitingly.

The rhythmic rolls of the mustelid’s behind was just as hypnotic as the swirling motion his eyes had been struggling to follow until now. From what little the ever more simple-minded rat could tell, it appeared to be taken from a video of the quarter-quoll breeding some lucky twink’s ass.

But, whatever was going on between the mustelid outline’s thighs was of less importance to Derrick. What he needed to focus upon right now was the man’s ass just like the video told him!

“Doesn’t it just make your cock throb? Those quivering holes, those clenching rings, tucked beneath thick, meaty tails? Doesn’t the cleft of their cheeks just invite you to press your snout in between them, to feel their shuddering flex over your nose... To carve your tongue right into their wrinkly rings...

“Doesn’t it make you just want to sink your cock right in as well... Or even better, feel a cock slide into yours~?”

‘W-wait... This wasn’t the video I wanted...’ the rat finally thought with a shudder, even as the suggestions the video made happily bypassed his conscious mind to nestle quite comfortably within his subconscious.

But, even with that recognition, he couldn’t bring himself to turn his attention away from the video—to turn his attention away from the oh so enthralling after-image of Coonix’s swaying ass.

‘That... This isn’t right... I should... should be able to look away...’ Derrick huffed, his psyche dancing with a mixture of blissful, numbing euphoria and the revulsion he felt from his orientation being slowly, steadily, overwritten!

“Ook!” he tried to grunt to get someone’s attention to turn off the video for him, only for an utterly alien noise to escape his throat instead.

‘Somethings... wrong...’ he finally realized as recognition spread to his listlessly blissful expression.

His eyes, now black save for their large brown irises, managed to partially glance away. The gravity of the laptop’s monitor was too powerful for him to turn his gaze away completely, but he could at least keep it to the edge of his vision, allowing him to glance over his body with the rest of his vision.

‘Oh... Oh no. Oh no, no, no!’

He saw his massive cock, a full foot of throbbing twee-swinger dick flowing like a living fountain within his tight grip—the conditioning words that had already cultivated his love of cock dutifully taking effect.

The sight was as terrifying as it was arousing. But, more concerning, was the almost hand-shaped design of his feet, gripping tightly to the legs of the bedside table in front of him for additional support.

Something was definitely wrong with the drug he had taken! No... Perhaps this was what the drug actually did... Maybe the monkey he thought was as high off his ass hadn’t been a monkey to begin with before he got the test dosage...!

He... He needed to get help! The scientists had to have had a cure for this little perverted cocktail they had cooked up. He just needed to get someone to turn off the video so that he could report what he had done—screw the consequences to his job at this point!

“...ook.” his attempt to express a desperate plea past the ameliorating effects of the entrancing video came out not as a plea, but another gratified, nonsensical, inhuman grunt.

No, no, no, no, no!

“Oooook! Ook! Ook!” the rat desperately shouted, his fear growing the further the extent of the species-phage’s influence was revealed.

But, no matter how desperately he tried to speak, and no matter what words he tried, the only thing that managed to escape his squatter neck were chuffing puffs or ooking grunts!

Nor did the rest of the room of blitzed stoners seem to notice, their blood thick with inebriating levels of T.H.C. as they engaged in their own antics—not even sparing a curious glance towards the novice until their host was finished with his ‘dibs’.

Even Coonix, sitting so close by the struggling rat-turned-monkey, was currently focusing upon one of former members from the double-fuck mattress rimming his fat, shuddering pucker.

Derrick’s fear only grew with every passing second. He was starting to feel more like a passenger within his own body as reflexes, impulses, and instinct began to decouple from his higher brain functions, leaving his useless thoughts to wither away as his cranium began to shrink.

He... he had to...

“Fuck ass! Eat ass! Fuck ass! Eat ass!”

The still-on video’s commands burned into his round ears—standing wide from the side of his head and no longer opposable—imprinting upon his new, bestial instincts just as thoroughly as its earlier suggestions.

He couldn’t close his eyes. He couldn’t close his ears. He couldn’t stop the one-two punch of video and drug from turning him into... turning into a...

A ooking gay gooner monkey!

With every last ounce of his willpower, the nearly fully transformed monkey wrenched himself back! His head and shoulders crashed onto the bedding, disturbing the threesome that was about to hit its crescendo. His thick glasses flung off with the sudden movement, no longer suited to sitting upon his far squatter face.

His rough, calloused, powerful hands and long, lithe, yet deceptively strong arms finally ripped away from his fat cock... only to land squarely upon the stud and central minx behind him.

“Ook!” he called out for further emphasis.

Success!

But... If his plan worked, it was hard for the former rat to tell as their protesting shouts at his rude behavior came across as equally nonsensical garbage to his ears—the ability to understand such a difficult thing as speech had been lost from his simple monkey brain!

That was, except for the two words which were being constantly hammered into his devolved brain by the video his dark eyes remained fascinated by: Cock. Ass. Cock. Ass. Cock. Ass...

The guy and girl that he had grabbed in his desperate attempt to find help were powerless to escape his simian grip, leaving them squirming as his spunk-soaked hands spread the infectious agent responsible for his current condition through their bodies.

Barely a few seconds after exposure, and their bodies were already starting to change, much to their alarm.

His opposable feet, meanwhile, had taken up where his hands had left off, his toes wrapped around his giant fat cock while his legs pumped them and his large soles over the tool with single-minded, hedonism-ruled desire.

The new monkey could feel his conscious thoughts, once so eclectic and buzzing in preparation to be unwoven and reprogrammed, start to slow, then stop. It was a losing battle, betrayed by his own body and the video teaching his new brain how to be nothing more than a fiend for cock and ass.

A programming that had inadvertently been codified into his infectious spunk and carried along by all those his spunk changed.

‘I... I...’ the former rat mentally groaned as he struggled to hold onto his last, desperate thoughts, to keep what was little left of the rat bouncing within neural wetware that was no longer fit for such higher order thoughts.

His thick lips quivered as he struggled to work them for a usable word rather than more euphoric grunts.

His keen sense of small had been all but obliterated as his snout waned away, melting into his now leathery, bare-skinned face. His lips and chin had plumped out, whilst thick brows knitted into place above his dark eyes—changing to be more expressive than his old face, even if it cost his lips the ability to do anything that wasn’t the nonsensical string of euphoric ooks escaping his drooling mouth as he humped his monstrous monkey cock into his jacking feet!

‘I’m... I’m...’ with horror, the new monkey realized he couldn’t remember his name anymore.

He couldn’t remember so many things. It was like his entire life until now was just a fuzzy collection of impulses and images—whatever memories weren’t lost in total failing to translate into his simpler neurology.

They were the inevitable victims as his cranium thickened and his brain shrank—his frontal lobe taking the worst of it. At least his cerebellum benefited as the simplified network of neurons respecialized towards physical prowess over such unneeded and wasteful things like higher order thoughts and language.

‘I’m not... Ook... I’m not... a monkey...’

“Cum.”

The order from the orientation hijacking video he was gooning to added a third word to his limited monkey thoughts and vocabulary—although he’d never be able to vocalize it.

“Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!”

The order repeated, hammering into his thick skull, making the monkey shudder and the hypnotic trigger keeping his dripping faucet of bulbous-headed cock throb with pent up need.

By now, the host Coonix had been alerted to the strangeness going on with the rat—errr, monkey—that was watching the video he had put on.

He had been interested in how effective his latest creation would be on his new stoner test subject, but he had never imagined a result like this!

The quarter-quoll’s amber eyes, glazed with his own mind-numbing smoke of choice, finally flicked away from the seed-dripping faggot eating his ass as the rest of the party seemed to be panicking at something.

At first he thought it might just be that the stoner rat wasn’t able to handle whatever his special goods had been. But, where the bashful rat had sat, there was now a lithe, limber monkey mindlessly jacking off a cock that made even his look inadequate in comparison!

The video seemed to have done a number on the poor guy, too, considering the listless, glazed, and unfocused look his dark eyes gave as they hopelessly stared at the notebook’s screen, utterly enraptured as the video reached the end of its play time and unleashed its final, hypnotic trigger.

“Cum!”

The effect was immediate. The monkey formerly known as Derrick’s eyes rolled upward, the feet he had wrapped around his swaying log of monkey cock spasming as it coerced his prick to its long inaccessible release. Meanwhile, the rat’s former long, naked—now a brown-furred, prehensile tail just strong enough to hold the monkey’s body weight—curled around Coonix’s waist to keep him nearby for the main show.

A towering eruption of transformative monkey cum surged from the living column of primate dick, crashing immediately onto the quad-bred host nearby and splattering down onto the rimming male behind his ass! One thick, fecund jet crash right along the laptop with enough force that the electronic was sent toppling off its stand, before yet further jets of indiscriminate monkey-fag cum shot forth—inevitably catching a few of the free guys and gals on the far side of the room in jets of mindlessly pumping jizz!

“What the fuck dude!?” Coonix growled hotly, hand reaching up to wipe away the warm, musky torrent which splattered against his face to keep it out of his eyes.

Not that the oh so satisfied monkey cared, laying back, tongue poking out, lips drooling, hips still rocking forward to try and coax another climax from his freshly fired rod.

The mongrel growled, his lips twisting to lecture the rat, err, monkey for ruining the party by not handling whatever the fuck he took.

But, instead of words, only a simple, primal syllable grunted from his shivering, retracting larynx.

“Ook! Ook ook ook!

“...Ooo?”

What!?

The mustelid’s eyes went wide. His seed-soaked hand clutched against his throat as if that could coerce his voice box into proper order, instead of just unknowingly spreading the infection further with the seed-lathered grip!

“Ook~!”

“Ook!”

“Ook ook!”

The two parts of the interrupted threesome repeated the syllable as well, before descending into a cacophonous grunting match with each other.

The mustelid’s gaze turned away from his own body, past the dumb gooner monkey stud sprawled across the bed between them, and instead looked at the first two that had been infected by his precum.

Their bodies were changing. The squirrel guy’s tail thinned as it turned into a muscular, slender, prehensible limb, his cock swelling fatter as it came to mirror the inductee’s simian shaft. The minx wasn’t better off, her curvy features warping as insulating, arboreal-suited fur spread across her body and her limbs lengthened to become lithe, limber springs just like the former rat’s.

The two initially panicked guests swiftly forsook their fear and uncertainty, however, and instead surrendered to mindless, homoerotic pleasure despite their conflicted expressions. The transforming squirrel lined his thickening monkey cock up not to the woman’s nethers like he had been hastily thrusting before their disruption, but instead the woman’s ever more toned ass—nestling his thick, bulbous cock against her pucker before slamming it home with a mutual grunt of high pitched glee!

“OOK!”

“OOK!”

With every thrust, and every crashing piston of cock into ass just like the infection-propagated programming of his hypno-vid demanded, the lingering struggle of their minds desperately fighting against their simplifying, stupefying brains faded—their expressions turning into ones of abject hedonism as they rutted like simple, thoughtless beasts!

By far the most pronounced change happened to the woman. Her tits, once so lovely and voluptuous, started to disappear, shrinking away as the useless fat and padding was converted into pure, limber muscle for her body—becoming as flat chested as the other two ‘monkeys’ already on the bed.

But that didn’t capture Coonix’s attention nearly as much as the sight of her vulva, quivering and spasming with as much vigor as the tree-swinger dick mindlessly thrusting into her rear! Her legs spread, her hands and opposable toed feet latching together to give the monkey-stud railing her all the room he’d need. Her own hips arced, bouncing, rolling, and wobbling with her own motions and the man’s impact, making the slick pistoning of dick into her writhing, clenching pucker all the more wild, and her swelling, throbbing labia all the more pronounced!

Inch by inch, her feminine folds swelled upwards, joining with her ever more prominent clit to gain further support and morph into a faux-shaft that towered a good six inches from her formerly flush entrance...

A minute later, and there was nothing ‘faux’ about the length twitching between ‘her’, or rather his, legs anymore. The spasming lips thickened, flesh growing into place to support its ever growing weight, as what had once been her clitoris swelled into the prominent, mushroom-shaped head of the new shaft’s apex.

The glands drooled with a clear, thin imitation spunk. A moment later, and another orgasmic shudder through the newly minted male’s body, and the dripping essence thickened with off-clear masculine essence—the musky tang wafting from the pearling fluid becoming indistinguishable from the ambrosia dripping out of his ass.

A few seconds thereafter, and a babbling, drooling ook, the shaft spasmed as a pair of stately, fuzzy monkey balls plopped out from his taint—swiveling with the force of their descent, even as they writhed and clenched with his mindless gooning impulses...

Resulting in another swarth of party guests infected when the monkey’s orgasm rippled out from their new monkey cock in long, thick ropes. At least his partner’s far more considerate orgasm mostly remained buried in the former lass’s ass, or soaked into the sheets at worst!

C-cock... Ass...

The impulses shuddered through Coonix’s thoughts, becoming a deadly, irresistible siren to his neurons quivering in response. His cock pulsed, standing at full attention as it grew to the same knee-slapping girth as the rest of the monkeys.

With every twitch, and with every depraved flex through his shaft, he could feel his brain become stupider, connections unweaving to be nothing but a dumb, eager, ass and cock loving gooner monkey like the former rat!

“Oook...! Ook!” the mustelid’s desperate attempts to force conversation from his lips only caused his grunts to join the gaggle of giggling monkeys rutting on the bed.

His darkening eyes opened wide in horror, his scrambling thoughts briefly turning his attention to the chaos the party had descended into, as if any here could save him before it was too late.

Those that had been caught in the first monkey’s cum spray were all in different stages of transformation now. Some mindlessly pumped their fatter cocks with hands or feet, some rutted, sucked, or rimmed their fellow infected. One or two, meanwhile, had gotten a hold of someone that had fortunately avoided the first mass-infection incident, only to be directly transformed as the soon to be dumb, gooning monkeys hammered away into their throat or ass despite their protests!

Coonix’s tail thinned into a no less muscled, but now far more dextrous, tree-swinging appendage, whisking eagerly behind him as the euphoric screeches and chitters joined together in one giant gay chorus, whilst the air thickened with primate musk to join the slowly fading, sweet aroma of weed.

“...Oook...” he shuddered. His few remaining thoughts desperately struggled to remain even as his skull thickened and his brain shrank like the rest, his changes accelerating rapidly...

Only to cast aside his futile attempts to resist when the first monkey, recovering from the mighty climax that had created this chaotic mess, rolled forward and wrapped his lips around the former quoll’s foot-long prick with the fervor only a dumb, single minded, faggot-programmed monkey could!

The cock-swallowing monkey’s firm grip anchored upon Coonix’s hips as the latter’s distinctive splotchy, brown and caramel fur pattern gave way to identical arboreal brown. His fingers held fast, using the transforming male for support as he swallowed the thick, dripping monkey cock to its root with the first squelching gulp!

The former quoll’s tail lifted high, and the queer boy who had been eating out his ass returned to work—his snout having melted away into a flatter, leathery monkey face that he now pressed against the stud-monkey’s toned cheeks.

The one two punch irresistibly pulled the former quoll into hedonistic oblivion, screeching happily as his hips pounded into the desperate, cock-addicted monkey’s throat and ground back into the second’s pucker-worshipping mouth with each rolling sway.

His amber eyes rolled up towards his thicker brows, their color fading to the pale brown within black sclera. His fingers latched onto the other monkey’s scalp, before his last, hedonism-drunk thoughts were emptied from his thick, inhuman skull at the same time his balls emptied their copious contents deep into the other monkey stud’s throat!

A minute later, and it was his turn, flopped onto the floor, one random monkey grinding its ass on his face as it jacked off its cock with a foot, whilst the monkey that had just blown him spread his legs and began to rail his well-prepped asshole as repayment for the load it had just drank.

There was only a single thought shared amongst the entire gathered crowd of ever increasing monkeys, a single, pleasure-chasing impulse that defined them.

Cock... Ass... Repeating neverendingly.

All while a single, enthusiastic syllable which rang forward in a gibberish, chaotic chorus that would not have been out of place in the depths of the primordial jungle: “Ook! Ook! Ook! Oo-ook! Ookookookook! Ook! Ook!”

If the entire room had been transformed, it would have nipped the outbreak in the bud right then and there. It would have created one hell of a biological hazard to clean up, but at least one that was contained by the time the rat’s dangerous smuggling was discovered, and the noise of the party’s raucous sexual exploits was reported.

Instead, the half-transformed and those yet to succumb rushed out, trying to avoid losing their humanity as well. They unlatched the door, spilling out into the halls... and immediately caused the gay monkey orgy to expand into the hotel proper, as dumb, hung twink monkeys mindlessly jacked off and fucked their way into one orgasm after annother—spreading the infection with each unthinkingly shot rope of jizz.