Hunter reverts to human

Hunter quickly reached for his desk drawer, his clawed hands fumbling for the flash that Dunnigan had given him. He lupine paws were clumsy, but he managed to turn on the light and stare into it, willing himself to revert.

For a moment he didn't think it was working, and then he felt the rippling inside him and he fell to his knees growling with the cramping discomfort. A few short minutes later he was lying on the floor, back in human form, panting. His shirt was mess of rags and he tore it from his body, tossing it into the garbage and pulling on one of the spare shirts he kept in a drawer and quickly buttoning it as he glanced at the two girls.

They were still mostly comatose, slumped and oozing seed, looking totally fucked out. He checked the rest of his appearance, finding that he'd popped about an inch of seam a the hips of his pants but was otherwise normal. He lifted Toni off his desk, carrying her to the couch and laying her down. She made a dazed murmur, but remained ****, her arms and legs hanging limply off the couch. Sally lay where he had left her, sprawled limply on the floor, her breathing thick and deep. He picked her up and propped her in a padded chair, curling her legs up and resting her head against the back.

That done, he listened at his office door for a moment. Hearing nothing, he opened it carefully. He could sense no one else was near. It was well after office hours, and his team and the other workers would have likely left before the noise of his savage fucking of the two women was impossible to ignore. He took a deep breath, thinking that just possibly there might be a way out of this that did not lead to disaster.

Closing his door, Hunter sat back in his chair and leaned on his desk, waiting for the women to return to consciousness, mapping out in his mind what he might say.