With that, Jessica gave another firm tug of the tail growing from my backside and a further 8 inches slid out above the waistband of my shorts. "Ugh, that feels amazing!" I cried. The sensation of sprouting a tail was highly erotic- practically like having an orgasm above my butt. I had a full 16 inches of ropy lion tail growing from my spine at this point, with Jessica doing her best to encourage further growth by running her hoof tipped fingers up and down its furry length. Despite her efforts though, I could feel the tingly sensation that heralded my tail growth starting to fade.
On the other hand, the intense sensations coming from my backside had distracted me from the further development of my muzzle. Crossing my eyes, it was pretty obvious that my nose and cheeks had pushed outward quite a bit more than before, to the point that my field of vision was somewhat obstructed. Curious, I gingerly ran my tongue over my front teeth and discovered that my canines (or were they "felines" now?) had elongated substantially such that they could plainly be called fangs. Struggling to believe that my face had changed so much, I took one of my hands from Jessica's giraffe tail and ran my fingers over my sharper teeth.
"Why, what big teeth you have, Mark," quipped the giraffe woman jokingly, watching me explore my new set of chompers. "The better to eat you with my dear," I replied without thinking. I suddenly realized that my comment was probably inappropriate in light of the natural relationship between lions and giraffes. It also caused me to wonder if my slowing transformation might somehow make me incompatible with Jessica, thereby putting an end to our budding romance. My new tail drooped and I blushed in embarrassment. The red of my cheeks showed clearly through the layer of short golden fur that now covered them.
"What is it Mark? Is everything okay?" she asked. "I'm sorry for what I said," I replied. "I didn't mean to be offensive. I just hope that this change doesn't mean that I'll have new instincts that might cause me to hurt you, or that we can't be together any more." Jessica chuckled and craned her long neck down so that she could give me a caring kiss on the bridge of my leonine muzzle. "You are the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful man. Or should I say, 'lionman'," she responded, tears sparkling in the corners of her large jewel-like eyes.
"You don't have to worry Mark," she continued, "you may have some new instincts but Circe wants people to have a good time exploring their animal sides,so it won't be anything that would lead you to harm me or anybody else. In any case, Circe encourages all forms of love so there's nothing to be worried about." Jessica's speech truly moved me and I leaned forward so that we could share our first muzzle-to-muzzle kiss. These worries began to melt away as my passion instantly reignited, my erect organ throbbing with need and pressing against the cloth wall of my shorts.
Our kiss ended and for a moment, I surveyed my changed body. I had a nice brown leonine mane that circled my face and ran down the front of my chest to somewhere underneath my shorts, a short but healthy coat of golden fur that covered the rest of my torso in addition to my arms and legs, a respectable tail that was adequately long (but could be a bit longer, I thought), and a decent proto-muzzle. I had fuzzy hands -but nothing close to what could be called paws- and no claws to speak of. I was still wearing shoes and assumed that my feet had probably not changed much either. My ears were also unchanged aside from a bit of golden fuzz covering the skin and a mild point at the top, and I had yet to grow any feline whiskers on my muzzle. Most importantly, I could tell that my rock hard penis was still as human as ever. The tingling that had signaled Pleasure Island's magic was fading and I felt comfortable in this body.
And yet, something inside me wanted even more. Call it instinct or just plain love, but a chorus of new voices in my head asked how I could ever properly defend Jessica without the sharp claws that a lion ought to have? How could I enjoy fully enjoy our kisses together without the set of whiskers that should be brushing up against her cheek when we nuzzled? How could I hear her soft breathing without the proper ears of a lion? And a very soft, almost inaudible, voice in my head questioned, how could I give her the pleasure she deserved without the proud feline penis that a lion should have?
"Jessica, I...I think I want to keep changing. The magic's almost done but I'm not ready to stop. Is there anything you can do?"