Ape Shit

“Oh god...” moaned Dan, as the morning sun hit his hungover eyes. He slowly raised his head and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.

The room had dirty walls, a narrow window and a damaged ceiling fan that provided the only relief from the humid Thai air. He was so warm and dehydrated.

On the chair by the door, he recognized the head to his gorilla costume and as he look down at his body and realised he was still wearing the gorilla suit.

“Oh, you are awake,” said the voice of a beautiful Thai girl. Memories started to flood back. The stag party. He had pick up some girl and...

“You need to go now. I have another client coming,” instructed the girl.

Sitting up on the bed Dan asked, “Did we... Er... Do anything?”

“You were too pissed and couldn’t get out of monkey suit.”

“Thank fuck!” announced Dan; staring towards the sky as if thanking a higher power.

“You still need to pay 2000 Baht,” demanded the girl, hand outstretched.

“Sorry love, I don’t pay,” said Dan as he got off the bed, taking the gorilla head off the chair.

“We agreed. You pay!” the girl was getting incredibly agitated and aggressive.

“Ain’t happening. I’ve never paid for sex and I don’t intend to start. Actually we didn’t have sex!” Dan brushed past her, heading for the door.

As he opened the door she reached out and stuck her nails into his lower back and swore in Thai.

“Ah, fuck off bitch.” shouted Dan pushing her hand away.

As he walked down the corridor she yelled, “You will pay. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Whatever,” Dan retorted.

The walk back to the hotel was long. Dan’s head felt like it was going to explode, exasperated by the humid 35 degree sun and the gorilla suit.

What a stupid fucking costume to choose, he thought to himself as he stumbled into the hotel elevator. He opened the door to his room to find his best friend Tom sprawled out on his bed, still wearing his pirate’s costume.

Dan smiled as he started to unzip the costume, freeing his arms and torso from the pelt. He stared in the mirror at his slender hairless upper body. His face pink with fatigue and his dark brown mop of hair stuck to his head with sweat.

He bent over and took off the feet from the costume and started to pull down the trouser section. For some reason the suit would not come off, it seemed to be stuck to his arse.

After struggling for what seemed an eternity and loosing his balance. Tom stirred. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s this bastard suit. It’s stuck!” exclaimed Dan.

“Here, sit on the bed. I’ll pull it off,” offered Tom, positioning himself to pull the legs of Dan’s costume.

The first attempt to remove the suit dragged Dan, clear, off the bed rendering the two in fits of giggles. “Fuck man, these ain’t coming off!” sniggered Tom.

“Try again. This time I’ll hold onto the headboard,”

Tom pulled using his full weight. With a ripping noise the trouser section of the suit came off; Tom fell back against the wardrobe.

“Think that got it.” Tom stood up.

“Thanks man,” said Dan getting up off the bed.

“So you got lucky last night?”

“Nothin’ happened. I was too pissed. And to top it all the bitch wanted me to pay her!”

“No way. Take it you didn’t.”

“You must be joking; she went ape shit,” laughed Dan, as he walked to the bathroom.

“What’s that on your lower back?” asked Tom, moving towards Dan.

Dan turned to find a small piece of the gorilla costume, about an inch square, stuck to his lower back.

“Oh bollocks.” exclaimed Dan, “I’m never gonna get my deposit back.”

Tom tried to pull it off, “Jeez, that is really stuck.”

“It will come off in the shower” said Dan as he walk into the bathroom, shutting the door.

“I’m gonna put on some trunks and head down to the pool. Laters,” came Tom’s muffled voice from behind the door.

Dan stood under the shower, letting the water clean the sweat off his smooth, skinny body. After fifteen minutes of the hot running shower, the patch of costume was still in place. “Ahh fuck it” exclaimed Dan “I’m gonna sleep this hangover off by the pool.”

He dried off and put on a loose T-shirt and baggy shorts.

He found Tom by the pool chatting up some blond bird and decided to find a bed under the shade of a palm tree.

Dan lay back and closed his eyes, drifting into a gentle sleep as the breeze cooled his body.

With a start, he woke bolt upright. Tom had just bellyflopped into the pool, spraying Dan with cold water.

“Man, why did you do that. I was asleep.”

“Sorry! How much did you drink last night? You look like shit.”

“Thanks, just what I needed to hear. I’m off for a ‘hair of the dog’,” replied Dan as he got up and walked towards the bar.

As he walked he noticed his T-shirt seemed tight on the shoulders and as he sat at the bar his shorts felt awkward around the crotch.

“Beer, please.”

The bartender put a cold bottle of beer on the counter. Dan picked it up and stopped. He stared at his arm; he had dark brown hairs growing from his elbow to over the back of his hands. “What the fuck?” he ran his hand up his arm and felt the course brown hair running under his fingers.

Where had the hair come from? He had never been hairy and never wanted to be. He put his head in his hands and felt stubble. He nearly fell off his chair. It took Dan nearly a week to develop any kind of stubble. Dan reached into his pocket and put 200 Baht on the bar and head back to his room.

When he got back into the room, he went straight to the bathroom and switched on the lights.

The mirror confirmed that he did have stubble on his face. Dark thick stubble extending up his throat, over his defined cheek bones. As he raised his chin he exposed whips of hair creeping over the top of his T-shirt.

It was at this point that he realised how tight his shirt was. His pecs protruded, stretching the fabric tight across his chest. The T-shirt riding high, exposing his belly button; Dan had a treasure trail running into bushy pubic hairs that curled over the top of his shorts.

He removed his shirt to expose a well muscled torso, dusted with the same coarse hair that covered his arms. With trepidation he pulled down his shorts to expose his cock and balls. The size of his penis had almost doubled and it was only when he cupped his balls, through the dense public hair that he realised they were the size of tangerines.

“Shit! What’s happening to me?”

He placed his hands on his hips and stared at his body in the mirror. His left hand felt something coarse. He twisted to see his reflection in the mirror. The small piece of the gorilla costume was there but it had now spread out covering his arse, so densely that no skin was visible.

“It’s that fucking prostitute” The patch of hair was where she had stuck in her nails and now it was growing everywhere. He had to find her.

He went to his case and pulled on a pair of briefs which made his cock and balls look awkward and obscenely large. He put on a baggy shirt which was now tight across his chest; the top two buttons would not fasten. His jeans fit on the waist but were now about 3 inches too long. Was he shrinking as well? He rolled them up into turn-ups and put on a pair of flip-flops.

Dan banged on the prostitutes door. There was no answer. “Shit!” What was the name of the club where he had met her? He had no idea. They were so pissed. “Shit!” He leaned against the wall and slowly lowered himself to the floor and put his head in his hands. He stared at his feet which now had hair growing on them. He watched as a cockroach ran under the door across the hallway.

He waited for three hours until he head her voice, as she came out of the lift. She was with some drunk American. He has leaning on her, trying to kiss her neck.

She noticed Dan. “You, American boy. You wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” The man obeyed.

“See, I told you. You will pay.” She looked deep into Dan’s eyes.

He stood up, his shirt riding up to expose his extremely hairy stomach.

“What the fuck did you do to me?”

“You liked being an ape. So I made you an ape.”

“Bollocks. It’s impossible.”

“Explain all the hair then?”

Dan stared down at his massive hairy pecs and over them to his hairy, hobbit-like feet, “I’m really turning into an ape?”

“Yes.”

“Please stop it. I will pay. Make it stop,” pleaded Dan, with desperation in his voice.

The American by the lift passed out, hitting the floor with a thud.

“Now I lose more money” she pointed to the pissed American.

“Please help me,” Dan cried.

“To make it stop you have to blow a man and swallow his seed.”

“To stop this from happening, I have to blow a man? That’s crazy!”

“You swallow, it stops. No swallow. No stop. You call me a whore. It’s now your turn.”

“I’m not gay. I can’t,” said Dan looking edgy at the pissed American.

“You have a choice. Ape or swallow. Try the American there,” she pointed.

Dan walked to the unconscious American and kneeled by his side, “He’s drunk he doesn’t know if it’s you or me.”

“No” sobbed Dan as he undid the top of the mans trousers. His hands now covered with course dark brown hair. He lowered the man’s zip and pulled back his grey shorts to reveal his cock. It lay lifeless on his short blond pubic hairs.

“Massage it. Make it hard,” instructed the prostitute.

Dan’s hairy fingers massaged the man’s penis, it soon began to inflate. He looked up at the prostitute with tears in his eyes, “You pay now.”

Dan lowered his head over the man’s penis, it smelt musty and clammy. He hesitantly placed his mouth over it and began to suck on the shaft. He gagged. He continued to suck, praying for the moment to be over. The American stirred and moaned. Dan quickened the pace. “What the fuck!” Came a voice with a strong American accent. Dan jumped up, away from the American. “I gonna fucking kill you, fagot” yelled the American.

Dan ran towards the elevators and pushed the button. The American set chase but tripped over his underwear which were now around his knees.

The lift doors opened and Dan dived in, only to hear the cackle of the prostitute, “You still have to pay.”

He ran all the way to his hotel. “What the fuck should I do?” He stood in the lift as it headed to his floor. The mirror told the true story of his horror. His face was covered with a beard, almost up to his eyeballs. His hair was thick, dark and disheveled. A thick brow protruded above his eyes, lined with a thick hairy eyebrow. There was now only one button holding his shirt together. A thick pelt of coarse dark chest hair crawled up his neck to meet his beard. It was so thick that there was no skin visible. His arms had grown and his long sleeve shirt now rode half way up his hairy arms. His watch was almost lost in the hair.

“Shit, this is bad,” he said in a deep husky growl. He raised his hand over his mouth in shock.

The lift door opened and he headed to his room. The blond bird from the pool was leaving his room, shoes in one hand and adjusting he bra with the other. She walked towards the lifts, giving Dan a wide birth. He continued to walk to the room “Must piss” he said out load and as he walked, a wet patch appeared in the front of his jeans. “Shit!” he exclaimed fumbling for his key.

In the room he found Tom, asleep on his bed. Dan looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had to do something and fast. He walked over to the bed and kneeled down by Tom’s side. He lifted the sheet and pulled down Tom’s black underwear, revealing his semi erect cock. Dan massaged it with his furry fingers and as it grew he put his mouth over the inflating organ. Tom stirred, with a shallow moan. Dan began to suck, occasionally gagging from the taste of salty pre-cum. “Oh Jackie,” moaned Tom. It was obviously the blond bird. Dan continued to suck, feeling Tom’s penis starting to spasm. Tom’s body involuntarily jerked as he climaxed in Dan’s mouth. Dan, feeling the warm salty liquid fill his mouth, closed his eyes and swallowed.

“Jackie, you came back?” said Tom sitting up in bed and turning on the bedside lamp. Dan’s head appeared from under the sheet.

“What the fuck? You didn’t?” shouted Tom, jumping out of bed and pulling up his boxers.

Dan stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror. He was back to normal, the hair had gone.

“Please tell me you did not...”

Dan was about to respond when his attention was drawn to Tom’s crotch. The bulge in this underwear was growing; his balls were expanding, causing his underwear to hang low, dragging down the waistline, exposing his pubic hair.

Tom’s eyes followed Dan’s gaze, “Oh my god. What’s happening?” Tom looked down into his underwear, “My dick, it’s huge”. As he raised his head, to look at Dan, Tom had a thick protruding brow.

“What have I done to you?” exclaimed Dan walking over to Tom and grabbing his arm.

“Fucking don’t touch me, you queer,” Tom pushed him away.

“Please...” Dan argued seeing Tom’s chest expanding, sprouting thick dark hairs; his underwear unable to contain his cock.

“Get away from me!” Tom pushed Dan hard against the bedroom door, not knowing his own strength.

“Get out, or I’ll kill you!” shouted Tom heading towards Dan.

Dan opened the door and ran out. He looked back from the lift. “I’ll get help. I’m sorry”

He left the hotel and head over to see the prostitute. He could not leave his friend like that. What had gone wrong? At least he no longer looked like a gorilla.

Dan banged on the door until the prostitute open the latch. “Ah you had your first cock. You enjoy?” she smirked.

“The man I.. you know. He grew hair like a gorilla”

“Yeah, the man you swallow takes your characteristics. You pass them on.”

“You didn’t tell me that? Will he become a gorilla?”

“No, he just stays like you make him. You will get used to it.”

“He is my friend, please change him back.”

“I told you that you would have to pay. Next time you must not choose a friend.”

“Next time?” Asked Dan, confused. He looked down at his open shirt and could see dark stubble covering his chest.

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