He held a hand up to his mouth, grunting in pain at the sudden tension in his gums and teeth—his pants some of the most audible he could have made them, though the volume wasn’t on purpose. His canines felt like they were getting pulled from his jaw, pulled and yanked down far more than they should have, yet they stayed intact in his head.

Macaque bit back a yell, but as soon as he bit into his bottom lip, the simian yelped back in pain as he pierced his skin with those newly elongated weapons in his mouth.

What was going on with him? His body was altering itself, condensing what felt like generations of adaptation into a few agonizing minutes.

Oddly enough Macaque had yet to taste the tangy iron of blood in his mouth, how he hadn’t bled all over his tongue he didn’t know.

And then the pain stopped, his teeth, newly elongated, for a currently unknown reason—the simian just frowned, grumbling as he poked at them, slightly wincing with each touch as if they were a fresh wound. “Damn..”

Though, he was finally able to pause himself when he heard the creek of a nearby door, and in came you, in all your glory. Macaque stood, and he wasn’t sure why, but he felt hungry looking at you, a hunger that he tried to ignore but it felt like he was starving. The more he pretended it wasn’t there the worse it got… god you looked very appetizing.

Appetizing enough to want to take a chunk out of your flesh and down it.