Yawning, Matt got into bed, sad he didn’t have the energy to jerk off. It was a little strange that watching one of the Jumanji sequels had been the catalyst for his arousal. But given the penchant of the series for either transforming or transplanting its characters into the bodies of animals, his lust wasn’t entirely unwarranted. Oh well. There was always tomorrow…
It was a chase sequence with the party running from a horde of mandrills that remained so visceral in his mind. Their powerful bodies, their hoots of elation, and their asses were particular points of fixation. Matt wasn’t sure why tonight was the first time he’d ever truly noticed them. But after watching the scene, he couldn’t get the idea of becoming one out of his head. Looking up some information on them, he was fascinated to discover they were considered the largest monkey species, not quite related to the great apes from which humans were a part. It was their unique coloring that drew his interest, in particular, their brightly colored asses. The alpha males possessed the most vibrant flanks and rumps and were considered the most successful at siring young. That vibrance was certainly shown to great effect in the film!
Something about that seemed to resonate with him, as strange as it was. Matt had always been scrawny, weak, and pathetic, even when, as an adult, those thoughts shouldn’t have mattered. Yet, of all the role models he might have aspired to, Matt somehow felt fixated on this species of monkey. A true alpha was almost like a goal, though nothing he could ever hope to emulate. Yet, as far out there as his notion was, Matt couldn’t help but fixate on it, even as he got into bed and passed out.
While Matt was never one to remember his dreams, this night, he soon found himself imagining a jungle so visceral he felt he was really there. It was hot, sticky, and left his shirt damp from perspiration. He wanted to take it off, though it was almost plastered to his skin, as were his pants, making him sure he was out of his element. Yet, there was no denying the elation he felt from existing in a space where his new idols lived. The fact that he was here seemed to imply that he, too, might require such adaptations. And as much as it felt like a strange sort of wish fulfillment, there was no denying his desire to change to meet that standard!
Some instinct deep down was sure that it was not only the aspects of an alpha mandrill that had his devotion. Matt wanted to be a mandrill, one strong enough to be an alpha of his own horde. And it seemed like his body was preparing to change to suit his desires in a way that could never happen in the real world. Yet, in his dream, Matt not only awaited it, but was given some outside view of his body all at once. He didn’t have a mirror to watch himself change, though in his dream-like state, he hardly needed to. As though his wishes were being made into reality, his clothes faded into oblivion, leaving him naked like the beast he longed to be.
It seemed he didn’t have to wait long as his skin began itching, altering slightly before olive brown fur poked out all over. It was thick, though perhaps not as much as some other animals’ coats, as it spread up his arms, over his chest and belly, and down his legs. Rubbing it with curiosity, Matt was surprised at the grizzled texture, having been unsure what it would possibly feel like. Even though it was a dream, he couldn’t deny the level of realism, like he was truly turning into an animal. And it was something Matt was eager to embrace as fur spread all over, itching against the skin as even his human hair altered.
Soon, Matt could feel it tickling the edges of his beard as it moved up his sideburns as well. Rather than the same color as the rest of his body, Matt was somewhat shocked to see a yellow-orange shade sinking into the fur. He couldn’t deny how admirable it was, especially given what he knew about mandrills. The more vibrant colors belonged to the most virile of males, and he felt somewhat blessed to wear such a coat! Of course, a defeated male could experience a decrease in testosterone production that would eventually dull the fur, but Matt was focused on the singular goal of becoming what he viewed as his ideal self. The hair atop his head was soon to alter as well, though Matt was somewhat surprised to discover that it was thinner than he had expected. Yet it was more than handsome enough as a crest of long fur burst from the top of his head, running down his neck and shoulders. Even the mandrills in the film lacked such an exquisite display!
Skin tingling, Matt was eager to reach up and rub the bridge of his nose. As prepared as he thought he was, it was still somewhat shocking to feel stiff white whiskers bursting from the sides, prompting him to sneeze a little. Seeing the surface turning red and rubbery, his nostrils began to flare and expand toward the edge of his lips. Breathing in the sweaty stink of his body, Matt felt a shiver of arousal rush through him as the skin turned blue in a straight line, as though he was cold. Grooves formed in the former bridge of his nose, supported by bony swellings within his skull. It was worth it to see his bestial appearance from both sides at once as his muzzle swelled to its proper magnificence.
None of that held a candle to what was to happen to his ass, however. Grinning like a fool, Matt reached back to massage his rump, feeling the wrinkled skin swelling at his touch. The brilliant blue shade it developed surpassed anything he could have imagined on his human frame. Loving how firm and massive it was becoming, Matt went to slap it, hooting his delight. The fact that his voice sounded warped and bestial only added to his excitement, and Matt slapped his firm ass again, knowing it was a rump worthy of an alpha.
Better yet was the gradual extension of his spine, pushing a lump out of the skin that lifted comfortably over his new posterior. Focusing on it, Matt was delighted to discover he could move it, feeling its surface itch with its own fur coat. It didn’t take long for it to fully form, short and stumpy as befit his new species. Yet, he was delighted to own it, feeling it swish over his anus. Why didn’t humans have tails anymore? The novelty was not lost on him, and Matt was left to delight in his animalistic fantasies.
It didn’t take him long to discover that his arms were getting longer, toned muscles taking their place over their surface. While a mandrill wasn’t much bigger than a large man, Matt’s smaller stature had much mass to gain to reach the alpha physique of his dreams. His limbs were soon evenly sized, almost able to reach the ground from a place of standing erect. Fingers cracked with the extension of spindly joints, and Matt was delighted to discover how much flexibility they still maintained. Better, for his formerly translucent nails stiffened, darkening a little and forming a semblance of blunt claws. Hardly dangerous in comparison to some animals, but much more useful than frail human nails!
It was his legs that had his attention next as his thighs and calves began to swell, like his arms. Rubbing the firm, furry flesh, Matt was delighted to feel a crack in his large toes, pulling them back along the sole of his foot. Multiple pops and an adjustment of the bones within his foot caused a strange twitch that forced his big toes underneath. With a bestial hoot, Matt discovered the flexibility in his newly opposable large toes. He couldn’t help but play with them, eyes scanning the ground for something to lift. A stray branch did the trick, and Matt raised his foot to toss it into the air. He couldn’t have imagined such a feeling would be so delightful, barely able to perceive the forest floor beneath them as the skin underneath thickened to black pads. Perfect for his forest life!
With the changes reaching a conclusion, Matt welcomed the tingling playing over his face, one of the final human facets remaining. He was eager to rub his jaw, enjoying the ache that meant he would carry the visage of his greatest muse. He could see it reflected from both angles as flexible lips pulled back to expose lengthening fangs, larger than human equivalents, and suitable for a varied diet. It was amazing how far he could open his jaws as his muzzle extended further, its contours covered with fuzz as his heavy nostrils drank in his bestial stink. This dream was so visceral, so real, that it was a wonder he could have it at all!
While his body had been shivering with lust the entire time, Matt remained ignorant of his erection. It was as though he’d been waiting for the change to be mostly finished with him before properly indulging. Now, however, he was left to enjoy his penis in all its glory. As much as he’d been hoping, his cock started to engorge well beyond its human girth. An absent foreskin was soon to pull itself over his cock up to the head, though it quickly peeled itself back as his erection grew. Turning red, the shape of it was positively bestial, filling Matt with a sense of pride. Truly, it was something that belonged to the most virile of alphas, and there was no reason not to tend to it in his moment of need. The curiosity was too much for him to bear!
Dexterous fingers wrapped around it, and Matt was impressed with its massive girth in his hand. Like a dream, he started stroking, barely able to get his fingers around it. The other hand moved to play over his nipples and chest, loving the firm, packed muscle of his bestial heritage. They soon traced lower, teasing over his groin for only a moment before groping his balls. As though his touch spurred them into life, Matt felt them swell with semen, needing to be expelled so that he could stake his claim. The slight touch was enough to send a shiver through his cock, and he knew it would take little time for him to reach release. The alpha he was becoming was not inclined to hold back. After all, a beast like him would surely recharge in a few moments and be ready to go again. And with his wildest dream come true, Matt was sure there was no way for him to restrain himself…
A hoot of elation escaped his new muzzle as his cock shot all over the ground, reeking of his male essence. Being that he was in a dream, the sheer force of orgasm was well beyond anything a human could experience. Yet, it was easy to submit himself to the orgasmic bliss, imagining only a true alpha could feel such pleasure. By the time he was done, a small puddle of semen had collected beneath him, enough that he could feel it under his feet. The deep baritone of his voice, the power in his body, and the smell of his stink and semen all served to provide him the most visceral experience he could imagine. Surely, he had creamed his sheets in his sleep, though that was a problem for him to deal with in the morning…
It seemed like an eternity later when Matt awoke, head awash in the pungent scents of musk and cum. It was bizarre how the odors seemed to swirl around his brain, as though he had experienced it in the real world. A flush of embarrassment passed through him, thinking he might have nutted in his sleep. Yet, the stench ringing in his nose was stronger than what a wet dream could have accounted for. Hell, it was as though he had soaked the sheets with his seed, enough that it was overpowering. That, and the stench of body odor, almost caused him to gag. He was in desperate need of a shower!
It took him some time to realize it, but the heat and humidity he recalled from his jungle dream had not abated. In fact, it was far worse now, as though his room was a swamp. Panting, Matt reached up to throw the blankets off himself in an attempt to alleviate the discomfort. Yet, the moment he did so, his fingers instead landed on what he perceived was a coarse carpet. It took him some moments to realize what he was feeling was fur, though its source was unknown. And Matt would instantly regret the moment his fingers moved lower, able to perceive the touch of his fingers against his thigh. Almost as though it had sprouted the fur he had been eager to possess not moments ago…
His still-waking mind took far too long to discern what was going on. All he could think to do was continue rubbing the spot, sure he was still in contact with his thighs. Nothing his mind could come up with explained the situation, and it was hard for him to muster the energy to open his eyes. Yet, he managed it, mind awash with confusion and apprehension. As familiar as he was with the sight of a mandrill’s fur, he could not have expected the olive brown to have sprouted over his thigh. It not only covered his legs but his chest and arms as well, sparse like the beast he held in such reverence. And he was quick to discover things were much worse, given his stocky body, short tail, and a muzzle he could see at the front of his range of vision. It was just like in the dream, though even those sensations could do little to match the real-world experience of being in a mandrill’s body. The more his eyes traced over his body, the more he came to realize it was his now in full!
A terrifying scream escaped his muzzle, a two-syllable sharp bark of alarm that caused some of the birds in the air to pause their own calls. Yet, Matt was barely able to take stock of his surroundings while panicked at the state of his body. He had to be still dreaming, yet the heat, the stink, and the power of his body went well beyond anything his mental machinations could muster. And more to the point, how had it happened? Surely, it couldn’t have been mere desire or wish fulfillment. And even so, he couldn’t have really wanted this to happen, right? Or maybe it was still a dream, and he was free to explore this world until he woke up again.
Much to his disdain, his panicked cries drew the attention of others in the forest, things that caused his mind to shudder. Without knowing where he was, Matt did his best to move from the spot, not wanting to encounter something that might hurt him. Walking was strange; Matt discovered he was able to stand bipedally but found it more comfortable to fall on all fours. His large hands were able to hold his weight well, and his lanky arms were as long as his legs. It was enough for him to move at a fair clip, and he soon escaped from the spot where he’d woken up. Not that something wouldn’t be able to track him, but it relaxed him slightly as he finally took stock of his surroundings.
While he didn’t know exactly where he was, it appeared to be a tropical jungle of some sort. No location he had ever seen matched the splendor of the foliage all around him, and it was almost enough to take his breath away. Had he not been scared from waking in a new body and world, he might have taken the time to properly admire the myriad sights all around. It was nearly overwhelming, especially with the bizarre sensitivity of his nose. His own musk was present, of course, but it was the only thing he could easily identify. Such was annoying, given that any primate instincts were likely sitting just under the surface. Even if his body was adapted to his current location, his mind certainly wasn’t!
Pausing as he entered a clearing, Matt was taken aback by the sight of a huge monument, stone tablets worn by hundreds of years. Walking toward it, a strange tingling set his fur to stand on end, almost as though radiating energy. The sensation caused him to pause, as he took in the scope of the ruins. It was obvious this place hadn’t been touched by humans in some time, and the novelty was not lost to him. Yet, it mattered little if he was no longer human, and his new species lived their lives in ignorance of whatever humans had once called home. And soon, his body had adjusted to it, as though it was his own fear and not a supernatural force that had triggered the sensations.
Sighing, Matt finally thought to really look over at his body, still unsure if it was really his or an even more visceral dream. He was naked, of course, and his hair was mercifully sparse as a deterrent to the heat. What skin he could see was smooth and dark grey, with a bizarre, rubbery texture even his padded fingers could detect somewhat. He was itchy all over, various insects landing on him as he swatted them away. Yet, their annoyance didn’t quite fade, and he was left with the horrific realization he might be covered in fleas or worse. He could see his muzzle in front of his face, something disconcerting though not as strange after imagining such from his previous dream. But even the red and blue skin he could see from either side was only a prelude to what he might look like reflected at him.
While he desired to get a proper look at his reflection, Matt still hesitated as he spotted a puddle of water large enough to do the trick. It went beyond his ability to comprehend the dissonance between his previous desires and his current circumstances. If he had coveted a mandrill’s visage, then why was the reality of owning one so outrageous? Yet, there was little point in holding off, and walking over to the water, Matt braced himself, afraid of what he would find. Nothing in the dream could prepare him for the visage staring back at him, something so strange to see in real life. His body was stocky, larger than his former self, though he had no basis for how it compared to an actual mandrill’s. His fur coat was grizzled, olive brown, with a yellow-orange beard. The fur over his chest was sparse and shorter, while a crest of long hair ran down his head and neck. Matt did take a moment to admire the fact that it was as vibrant and healthy as he recalled from the dream, as though the force saw it fit to give him a proper alpha’s body.
As he reached down to trace his fingers over his tail, the notion that he was even larger than in the dream could not be ignored. His monkey appendage was almost as thick as his forearm, and there was no denying how muscled his long arms were as well. The fingers were long and gangly, nails sharp on both his fingers and toes. Pulling back his lips, he couldn’t help but admire the massive canines at the front, though the rest of his teeth were impressive in their own right. Opening it as wide as he could, Matt approves of the strength in his jaws, even with how heavy the canines were, almost ferociously so. He was almost tempted to hoot out his elation, though he thought better of it, not wanting to draw attention to himself. But with the scope of his new body, were there many things out there that could prey on him?
As embarrassed as he was, Matt couldn’t resist the urge to look over his more private assets, the notion sending a hint of arousal through his loins. He could almost feel the weight of his testicles as he carefully massaged their leathery contours. Even without his touch, they were almost swaying underneath, like what he imagined the most alpha of males would possess. And best of all, his massive, blue rump was on full display as he turned around and raised his tail a little. Rubbing it gently, it was somewhat shocking to feel how firm and thick it was, leathery to the touch. Its brilliant blue shade was indicative of the most dominant males, those with vibrant colors and massive flanks. Was that him now?
The more he explored his new form, the more enamoured he became. There was not an ounce of fat on his body as he rubbed it with reverence. His sheath was incredibly thick, and he couldn’t resist the urge to bring himself to a partial erection. Nothing about it looked human, and that notion was almost enough to prompt him to masturbate right then and there. And if he was truly such a dominant male, then why not? Matt simply marveled at how red it was, veins pumping under the erectile tissue as though preparing for his need. He couldn’t help but admire his stature, no longer finding it frightening but rather gorgeous. It was hard to hold onto a semblance of concern for his future, especially with how handsome he looked. And even if he didn’t know how to navigate in his new environment, there was no denying he was in the perfect body to do so!
Rustling in the bushes caused him alarm as he turned around, seeing some other primates checking him out with some curiosity. While he could not discern what species they were, it was obvious they were smaller than he was. Was he just another animal like they were, now? Catching his gaze, several cries of panic escaped their lips as they took off toward the trees. Matt couldn’t help but wonder if he was able to do the same. For now, walking forward was still somewhat of a struggle as he got used to his new stance. He could manage it, though he was sure he was far slower than his naturally born cousins. At least it was enough to move beyond the ruins, something he was sure to come back and explore once he had gotten his bearings.
As he walked, Matt finally allowed himself to take stock of his surroundings with new senses. As best he could tell, his eyesight was relatively intact, perhaps dimmer but still possessing all the colors he was used to. The positioning of his eyes made it harder to get used to, as was the sight of his muzzle in front of his face. It was something he might have expected, though interesting to experience in the real world. A passing thought was spared for whether his body was transplanted in place of a mandrill’s mind, or the changes in his sleep had really taken place. He truly had no way to know, but it mattered little with this being his body now.
While his eyesight was relatively similar to his humanity, his other senses were far more potent, even if he was slow at discerning their use. The sounds of the jungle around him were somewhat louder than he was used to, and he had trouble judging their distance at first. Though the more he focused on them, the more a stirring of instinct in his mind began to bubble to the surface. To his amusement, he could move his ears somewhat as well, and it began to make sense in which direction the various noises were coming from. It was difficult to discern over the cacophony of jungle background noise, but at least the loudest sounds were far enough away that Matt felt relaxed. He was not being targeted, which was a relief!
And then there were the smells. Everything stank to his nose, a myriad of things that he could barely sort through. His own rank scent was at the forefront, though, as much as it should have disgusted him, there was a part of it that seemed to appeal to him. Almost like his body was exuding a power and virility that his nose could readily detect. And the more he sniffed his own musk, the more delighted he became. Some of those odors were even coming from his cock, much to his delight. It brought his focus to his dream and stirred his penis once more. Such a massive, bestial member was needed for the alpha he longed to be, after all.
For now, hundreds more odors teased his attention, and though it was impossible to identify them all, Matt was at least able to separate them. Things that didn’t matter to him, the foliage and smaller animals were ignored, though they might be something he eventually returned to. Yet, his sniffing nostrils seemed to be seeking something specific, though Matt had no idea what that could be. He was being overwhelmed, and while the notion of bestial inclinations taking over was a little daunting, he would welcome them if only to make some sense of his current circumstances!
A series of strange, pungent scents gradually prompted Matt to move forward with intent, as though he was being compelled. It was obvious the intriguing aromas came from multiple sources, and at least some of them stirred his arousal. Yet, there was no denying his concern toward what he was starting to understand as others of his kind who were approaching. There had to be dozens, and he had no idea what they would do as they stumbled upon him. Would they attack on sight? Was that normal for his new species, or was there something about him they could detect as human, an outsider?
Matt had no choice in the matter as several dozen mandrills emerged all around him, giving him no space to escape. They were of all ages and sizes, mostly male, though some females remained on the sidelines. It seemed they were sniffing the air with intention, as though seeking a foreign odor that escaped Matt’s notice. Could they smell the human on him? Had they tracked the interloper here, knowing he did not originate from the jungle, and were here to dispatch him? Yet, as they walked around him, nostrils flaring, it seemed they were able to determine that the perceived threat of a foreign bipedal being was gone now.
All the while, Matt was freaking out internally, trying his best not to show it. He eventually attempted to approach them, though a series of frantic shouts caused him to pause. Yet, some instinct within him questioned his response. He was by far the largest and the most threatening, should he act on it. And as much as the others screamed at him, they were inclined to keep their distance, as though concerned about his stature.
Eventually, the group left, and Matt was allowed to follow them, though only at a distance. It seemed they didn’t want him in the horde, though they had no inclination to run him off, either. And Matt didn’t know where else to go if he was being honest with himself. He was one of them now, even if he didn’t belong to this horde directly. He didn’t know if it was possible to return to his human body, or if something such as falling asleep again would do the trick. For now, he was stuck in this body and existence, and he had to make the most of it for however long it lasted.
As they wandered around during the rest of the day, Matt was able to discern that while both sexes lived in the horde, the females remained in the center while the males stayed some distance away. It made less of a difference with his increased senses, hearing and smell enabling him to track the others’ movements. Not that he had experience to identify them, not yet, at least. But so long as he kept his distance, they didn’t seem to bother him. Without any idea how to return to his old life, Matt was determined to watch his new kin in an attempt to learn how to live. While he possessed some stirrings of instinct, they were not nearly enough to get him through. Matt was left fascinated to discover their behaviours were rather dynamic, though perhaps much more integrated than he might have ever expected. The way they communicated, social grooming, and a variety of other interactions left him struggling to keep up. He wasn’t sure what would be appropriate for him to do with them, and could only wait to see what happened.
At least he was able to discern what was safe to eat, given how hungry he was starting to become. Much to his surprise, he found the horde eating a wide variety of foods, though some he was more hesitant to try. Nuts and seeds seemed to be the most sought-after, and Matt at least found them palatable. It was impressive how strong his jaws were, able to crack and bite through even the toughest ones. They were decent, not anything like what he was used to, but surprisingly succulent to his new taste buds. And there were a variety of different things to try, even one that had an aftertaste that reminded him of coffee. It seemed they were happy to eat mushrooms and the like as well, though Matt did his best to only eat the ones he was sure the others were eating. It wouldn’t do him to consume something deadly without being aware of it!
Though there wasn’t as much water around, he did notice how damp some of the leaves were as he ate. He had to admit it was preferable to get his water from such a guaranteed clean source than from any of the potentially dangerous rivers that were around. He was happy to come across some clean springs as well, though they were few and far between. Such was eventually enough for him to need a piss, though, as best he was able to observe from the other mandrills, he had no reason to hide away. That in itself was oddly freeing. In front of other mandrills, formerly taboo actions were seen as normal. Even bending over to relieve his bowels was hardly something he needed to be ashamed of. It was almost natural, like breathing air, though it would take some time for Matt to fully accept it. At least he had the benefit of knowing how to use leaves to wipe, but given the posture he used, there was little mess, regardless, unlike his humanity.
Given the variety of foods they enjoyed, it wasn’t surprising that his new horde moved over a wide span that he had to assume made up their territory. And while he barely had a scope of how large these territories could be, it seemed rather vast as the sun started to wane in the sky. Despite the power in his body, Matt felt himself becoming fatigued and moved to follow the other mandrills up some of the larger trees. It was impressive how easily he could climb with his partially hunched-over stature and new opposable toes. Branches were heavy enough to hold his weight, and Matt found it rather easy to get comfortable. While he wasn’t sure what dangers on the ground existed, he didn’t want to take the chance and figured it was in his best interest to follow their lead and sleep in the trees. And the view of stars above over an expanse of untouched sky was well beyond anything he could have hoped to experience. Still, fatigue soon overtook him, and Matt was able to sleep as well as any animal.
Dreams were vivid that night, causing his erection to blow a few loads into his groin fur. The scent of semen burned into his nose as he woke up to the coming dawn. While it took him some moments to recall what had happened and where he was, the pungent odors of the jungle brought all of it back. And as he got down from the tree to relieve himself, the reality that he was an animal living in the wild hit him all that once. He had not woken in his bed once more, like this was all a dream, as part of him had hoped. As much as he wanted it or not, this was his fate now, his new body and life. And yet even as his bladder and bowels were relieved, Matt had to wonder if that was such a bad thing.
One thing that he was soon reminded of was how much larger he was than the other mandrills starting their days. Not just the females, sexual dimorphism clearly evident in his new species. But even the more dominant males were dwarfed by his stature, and all it took was a glance toward them to prompt them to react with trepidation. He couldn’t help but take pride in that, knowing if he wanted his way, he could take it by force if he so chose.
For now, he remained fixated on the interpersonal relationships between members of the horde. There was a lot of grooming, mandrills playing fingers and muzzles over backs and heads, and even more private areas like asses and groins. It seemed the smaller mandrills were more submissive, their larger counterparts chasing them and forcing them to ‘serve’ their needs. For the most part, a few larger males took advantage of some of the receptive females, chasing the smaller males away before getting off. And, much to his delight, many were openly masturbating, the scents of semen and heat causing Matt to pound erect as well.
While a momentary embarrassment crossed his mind, Matt quickly realized how silly that was. After all, the virile alpha he was, there was no need to hold back. It was his dream to live in bestial simplicity, after all, and his erection ached to be used. Reaching down with his thick fingers, Matt was surprised to discover how girthy it was, even larger than he’d imagined in his previous fantasy. It was leaking, thick and throbbing, and looking positively bestial. More than that, it smelled amazing, enough that he couldn’t resist the urge to stroke it, barely able to get his fingers around it. The sensitive flesh seemed to pulsate in his hand, and Matt was quick to use his precum to lube it up. Massive swaying balls tingling, he was quick to reach orgasm, seeing no reason not to hoot his elation at the orgasmic release. How had it taken him this long to fully give in to his new form?
The fact that several of the others had stopped their own masturbation to watch him was powerfully hot. The scent of his release was heavenly as well, and against his preconceived notions of modesty, he was eager to reach down and scoop up some of his seed into his muzzle. The flavor was surprisingly pleasant, and he was eager for more, as many of his new contemporaries looked on. With several of the males still masturbating, it gave Matt a point of pride that he was clearly the largest of all of them. In more ways than one, which was almost enough for him to go again…
Feeling some comfort in his body now, Matt went to eat, finding some nuts that were a little too hard for his jaw. Creating a makeshift bluedon, his aggressions brought the attention of the horde once more. With an audience, Matt found himself wondering what he might do to further catch their interest. Using his human mind and camping experience in tandem with bestial strength, there were a myriad of ways he could conceive of to affect his surroundings. While he didn’t need to cook his food, the remains of a duinker some of the others had killed made a good test of his cooking ability. Recalling how to start a fire, his efforts were hindered by his limited dexterity. Still, he managed, the other mandrills running from the fire for a while until witnessing one of their number using it to his advantage. While it was preferable to have his meat rare, a few of the monkeys approached from the smell of cooking flesh, and Matt was generous enough to throw them a few pieces. They ate eagerly, even bringing him more raw meat to prepare. The fact that they seemed to hold him with some reverence was not lost, as though he really was their alpha and guided their day-to-day lives.
Eventually investigating the ruins once more, Matt was delighted to discover some sturdy pottery to use for collecting water. After boiling it to ensure purity, Matt was almost inclined to build a make-shift rod to go fishing where he had drawn it from. However, it seemed that mandrill claws were just as able to swipe fish from the water, and Matt relished the chance to use both types of tools at his disposal. While the horde didn’t quite understand his actions, they were eager to imitate them, as though seeing this newcomer as wise. Whether it was due to his unique actions or something about his sheer size, they seemed fascinated with his presence, giving Matt that sense of comfort and purpose that had drawn him to the fantasy in the first place.
The fact that he was the largest was constantly at the back of his mind, in particular when compared to the male he soon identified as the current alpha. His actions made Matt assume he was mate guarding, always remaining the closest to the females, and pulling back his lips to chase other males away. There was no denying how much larger Matt was; however, clearly more muscled, with larger canines, and a brighter face and ass. Not that he could imagine taking the current alpha on, not caring for access to the females. Yet, as the days wore on, he began to wonder if denying himself such was foolish. If he acted, then he would truly be an animal in mind as well as body, but would that really be such a bad thing?
It had been more than a week now since he’d first woken in the jungle, and Matt was starting to wonder if there was a way for him to return to his humanity. Yet, there was no obvious outlet to return, even as he tried to sleep where he’d woken at first, or in the ruins. And with the reverence his horde seemed to hold for him, Matt was tempted more with each passing day to assert his dominance. Yet, things were soon to come to a head as the current alpha approached one day, hooting in a tone Matt didn’t recognize. With a bobbing head and a wide-open mouth, the male began slapping the ground, hair raised in aggression. It took Matt a moment to realize he had seen something similar the day before, when some of the smaller males had responded by bearing their teeth in a grimace of fear. That was an action of submission, likely preventing an altercation. Yet, this male was clearly smaller than Matt, so why was he required to back down?
Without thinking, Matt began making the same gesture, moving rapidly toward the alpha, who immediately backed down. Baring his fangs and hooting, it was obvious how much more powerful Matt was. And even with the risk of physical injury, Matt was all in, with enough determination that the alpha mandrill was chased off every time he tried to return close to the females. Matt was not ignorant of the fact that some of the other males were taking advantage of their absence to mate with the females, though preventing that was hardly his goal. It was increasingly evident that all he would need to do was bare his fangs and chase them off. And that was something that filled him with a rising elation, as though he was working toward his ultimate goal.
The days were starting to blur together as Matt lived among the horde, relishing his new position of superiority. He was having a harder time coming up with methods to attempt to return to his humanity. So, too, was he having a harder time wondering why such was a bad thing. He was clearly the lord of the land, so to speak, and while he was already well beyond the stature of the previous alpha, it seemed his testosterone-fueled body had come to give. Knowing that alpha males could express their virility with physiological changes was one thing. But to experience them in real time was beyond his ability to comprehend. His ass was brighter, his gums were pulled back to make his canines appear more pointed. And with every member of the horde willing to follow his lead, why would he ever want to leave?
The sense of purpose only seemed to increase as the days went on. It was getting harder and harder for him to recall things that were human, or even care when human memories surfaced. He was active in foraging now, instinct guiding his actions as well as learned behavior from his contemporaries. Beyond nuts and mushrooms, he was even inclined to eat insects, birds, eggs, and even helped to take down a duiker with a rock to the neck. He no longer had any desire to cook his food, a passing fancy that held no appeal to his new instincts.
Best yet was how his new place in the horde served to ramp up his physical attributes. Testicles were much larger than before, almost weighing painfully under him. His face and ass were red and swollen, and several glands were oozing a pungent musk that caused his cock to stay at half arousal almost constantly. He felt inclined to rub it against trees and bushes, something the other monkeys sniffed with interest. Moving toward the treeline, he would take his dick out and mark several of them, stopping to sniff and ensure his scent remained. And while the former alpha was still present, those sexually dimorphic traits he once cherished seemed to diminish. His own canines were smaller, his skin less vibrant, and his demeanor more submissive as befit his new station.
With the intensity of testosterone coursing through him, Matt often couldn’t help but act without realizing what he was doing. While it made some small amount of sense to his waning humanity, the growing monkey brain simply acted on instinct. And Matt was along for the ride, though he found it hard to desire control once more. After all, wasn’t that the goal of his alpha fantasies? And now that he had taken what he wanted by force, it was his prerogative to enjoy the spoils.
As he continued to regularly rub and mark, the fact that it drew the attention of several receptive females was not lost on him. A sense of longing and desire washed over him at the sight, feeling as though it was his duty to protect them. It was of little concern as Matt now felt more powerful than even a potential predator. Such didn’t make sense to his human side, though it was becoming harder and harder to think in human terms. His mind was beginning to clear, instincts welling from deep within. An alpha mindset that appealed not only to his status in the horde but also to the meek human he had once been. Was there even a way to go back after so many days as a mandrill? Would he even want to if he could?
The heady scent of a female’s heat wafted into his nose just then as one of the horde wandered over to him. Rather than simply sniff, he began to rub over her fur, loving the texture as she allowed him to groom her. Better was how she rubbed back against him, filling his nose with her scent. And it did not escape his notice how swollen her genitals were, a sign of her receptiveness. Could he do such a thing? With the beast he was in mind as well as body, how could he not?
Cock at its apex, the female backed off for only a moment as she bared her teeth, making lip smacks that seemed to spark something primal within his mind. Without knowing why, he pulled his lips back, sniffing her deeply and taking in her essence. The instincts were so potent that Matt’s human mind seemed to be swept aside. And the beast he was becoming felt eager to take his prize, as though being given everything he could have ever wanted and more. His cock was leaking, each string seeming to erase a part of his humanity. If he was to fuck her as she so readily wanted…but did he really need any human reasoning in his new life? His alpha mandrill persona was a king in his domain and was intelligent enough to make use of Matt’s memories. And fucking himself into a more desirable form was the fantasy, right…?
Already, his human mind was waning as the female positioned her posterior toward him, showing off her cunt lips. Immediately, the alpha got down, drinking in her essence. It was becoming harder to retain awareness of the world around him, all his focus on the female and her need. Sex swollen and leaking, he felt it was right to start lapping at her, loving the taste and the shivers his actions sent through her body. Yet, he could only maintain his oral efforts for so long before animalistic need took over. His erection was straining with the desire to fuck, and there was no reason to hold back. Human thoughts and resistance were all eroded the moment his cock head touched her moist lips, and he grunted, pushing his way in. Much to his chagrin, it seemed his penis was too large for her folds, though that was hardly of concern as he forced himself inside. She growled at him, likely from the ache of it, though it was of little consequence to the alpha as he was. And eventually, she relented, and he was free to thrust as his body demanded.
In truth, it was only some sixty seconds for the newly minted mandrill to finish the deed. Yet, his devolving mind felt as though he was fucking for eternity, pelvis thrusting far faster than humanly possible. It was amazing, his mind awash in physical sensation and pride that surpassed anything his fading humanity could hold onto. He was screaming wildly now, even slapping her ass in a moment of dominance. And the pure lust was enough to white out any remnant desire to be human. An intense shudder coursed through his body as his balls relented, and his semen was ejaculated into her cunt.
As soon as he was done, he pulled off, mind awash in hormones. It was so hard to think about what had brought him to this time, to this moment. Perhaps there was something beyond the now, another life from far away. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t recall anything specific, not even the name he’d once had. Yet, it was not needed with his new station within the horde. He had just bred with one female, the start of his harem. And there were many more in need, receptive to his advances. He owned them now, having won the fight for dominance. It was his duty to protect and breed them as much as his pleasure. By the time he was done, he would spread his alpha genes, and any notion of a life before now would all be a distant memory…