Maybe I was imagining it, but the area right at the base of my spine was feeling mighty odd. Jessica's hands had moved from my ass cheeks to what was plainly a small but growing lump right above my butt crack. "So, you like my tail, do you Mark?" she asked. I nodded dreamily. "I hope you do because it looks like Pleasure Island may give you one of your own" she continued as her fingers softly tickled the lump in the back of my pants, which suddenly twitched to my disbelief. "Does Mr. Lion want his tail? It certainly seems like he does" she mock teased, pecking me on my now furry forehead.
The funny thing was that I suddenly did want a tail! After all, I was becoming the king of beasts. And what would the king of beasts be without a nice leonine tail? The lump suddenly surged forward a couple of inches between Jessica's fingers, the feeling of my tail being touched for the first time almost making me orgasm. "That feels incredible!" I gasped. "Please, don't stop Jess" I begged, unconsciously hiking my butt so as to give her better access to my rear.
The giraffe woman fortunately obliged, her fingers taking a firm grasp of my squirming fuzzy proto-tail and giving it a tug. As good as it felt, it didn't seem to do much. "Come on Mark" she said encouragingly, "be the lion on the outside I know you are in the inside. Let me see you sprout that big long tail!" With that, she gave another firm tug and this time I could feel another six inches of lion tail slide from my backside. "Ohhhhh Jess" I moaned, not giving so much as a second thought as I licked my nose- which had started to push outward and upward into a pink feline triangle- with my already overlarge tongue. My whole body was still changing but for some reason it seemed that the changes were slowing down. And I wanted more. A lot more.
But Jess hadn't given up. "Come on you big pussycat. You're not done yet" she gently taunted. You smell that?" she asked, giving me a moment to draw the air in through the widening nostrils of my sensitive feline nose. At first, her natural sweet and flowery scent filled my airway but it was soon intermingled with the deep oaky musk that I had only enjoyed a hint of previously, but whose richness and complexity I could only now appreciate to the fullest. "Mark, what you're smelling is the scent of a young, male lion in his prime. And that lion, Mark, is YOU."
With that, she gave another firm tug of the tail growing from my backside and...