Darren recognized the color of the fur on his paw-like feet. It was midnight black. His toes were each pricked at the end with a wicked-looking claw.
He rapidly ran his hands up and down his body. Wow, he had bulked up. An easy two or three feet had been added to his height and he was certainly more muscular now than he ever could have dreamed a few minutes ago. His abs and chest muscles were rock hard. His beefy arms were at least a foot around. Taking a step forward, he could have sworn he heard the sidewalk crack slightly underneath. Had he added a good five hundred pounds to his weight?
"Oh shit..." He whispered in a much lower, growly voice than his normal one as he felt the muzzle portruding from his face. He touched his triangular nose and ran his thicker, rougher tongue over his new fangs. His ears involuntary swiveled on the top of his head as he heard the clack of heels approaching fast.
"No, no, no, no one can see me like this..." He whispered frantically to himself. What would they do? Lock him up? Take him to police? He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a laboratory, being poked at by doctors. With no other option, he turned tail (literally) and ran inside to the cool, dark lobby.
Luckily, the owner liked ambient lighting so it was very dim inside except for some candles and the occasional bulb. His dark fur certainly helped him camoflauge himself slightly. He ran for the nearest bathroom he could and locked it behind him. Flicking on the lights, he stared at himself in the mirror.
The face of a panther stared back at him. Slitted green eyes, muzzle, fangs and all. "Woah..." He growled, admiring his new form. "I do look good..." He mumbled softly, turning his feline head this way and that to look at it from all angles.
His paw slowly started drifting down to his engorged nether regions before he stopped himself. What was he doing? He needed to find a way to turn back to normal or at the very least get more info on what had happened to him.