Mary looked through the drawers carefully and found one marked 'Angel' on the vial. Mary turned to Jack who was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, the noticeable lump in his pants filling the space between his legs showing below his shirt. "This is from the mythical drawer," Mary said handing the vial over. Jack opened his eyes and drank one quarter of the vial while his hand covered the lable. Passing it back, Jack licked his lips at the taste. "Tastes like honey a bit." Jack then felt a pressure building inside him and doubled over with a gasp.
From her position, Mary could see a pair of bulges pushing from his sholder blades against his shirt. Each push was a little farther from his back, straining against the fabric. Meanwhile, Jack's usually close cut black hair was growing longer stopping just above his shoulders. Jack's breathing was getting heavy and rapid as his changes progressed. With a final tearing sound the shirt gave up the fight and a pair of large black feathered wings unfurled from Jack's back, spreading to a wingspan of 16 feet.
Jack's breathing slowed down and he finally sat up and looked to his left and right, an expression of admiration on his face as he gave the pinions an experimental flap. "This is awesome," said Jack with a grin as he stood up slowly trying to get used to the new weight. Discarding his torn shirt, Jack slowly flexed his new appendages, forgetting for a moment that Mary was there with him.
"Should I leave you two alone," smiled Mary. Jack then realized that he was now practically nude in from of someone else and covered himself as best he could. "Are you sure you have no spare clothes for me," blushed Jack. "Oh, you are so cute when you are shy. And no I don't, at least nothing to cover those," Mary indicated Jack's wings, "but.... I do have a pair of pants that might fit you, Might, if you can beat me this round they're yours." "That's mean, how am I going to be able to concentrate on beating you when I'm distracted? Unless...." Jack looked at his wings and slowly folded them over himself until they were completely covering his whole body save his lower legs. "This might work," Jack stated. "How does it feel," asked Mary genuinely curious. "Like a warm feather blanket. Here feel," Jack reached out beneath his wings and grabbed Mary's had and bought it to his left wing. Mary began to slowly stroke the soft black feathers and wondered what it would feel like to be embraced by them. Jack meanwhile was silently thanking himself that he was covered up as he felt his spedo become tighter on himself, realizing that Mary's stroking was turning him on.
"Uh, Mary? Ready to finish this round?" Asked Jack, jolting Mary back to reality from her deep thoughts.
"Y-yeah, let's finish this round, you be still got some pants to win, not that you will win."