Regaining control of myself for just a brief moment, I realized that I was about to break my one promise to Jessica. In exchange for allowing me to use Julie's sex magic to increase my body's feline attributes, I'd promised that I wouldn't orgasm into the horny wood nymph. Mustering all my willpower, I backed away from Julie, the transformed woman shivering as my penile barbs raked across the inside of her partially feline vagina. "Mmmmmroowl! Where are you going, loverboy?" she meowed piteously after me as my lion dick popped free and I stood up, turning toward my anthro giraffe girlfriend, Jessica. "Leth me give you a hand," lisped Tom, my half bunny friend hopping over and without warning thrusting his varmint dick into the prone Julie. As he began to....well....jackhammer into the leopardess like a rabbit, it seemed that I was quickly forgotten as evidenced by her yowls and moans of delight.
"Mark, you really do love me, don't you!" Jessica said, a smile crossing her long muzzle. "Yes, this horny lionman loves you very much," I replied huskily, my voice a full octave lower than I remembered. "And what a lionman you've become," replied the giraffe woman, licking her lips in appreciation. Excited to see how much more of a lion the combined magic of Julie and Pleasure Island had made of me, I looked down to examine myself.
My feet (or should I say footpaws?) now closely resembled the large powerful paws of a lion. Although I was still plantigrade and walked on my heels, my feet had lengthened considerably although they weren't quite as long as Tom's big bunny stompers. My eight(!) toes had swollen into a more paw-like configuration and my once well trimmed toenails were now big brown handsome toeclaws. My shins and thick muscled thighs were covered in the same golden pelt I'd sported before and my ankles had developed a feathering of sorts, the fur there being somewhat longer and darker than the surrounding area.
My hands (oops, "handpaws" I mean) had transformed much like my feet. My furry fingers were shorter and blockier, although they retained some level of dexterity. I fortunately still had all ten including my thumbs. My palms. however, looked especially feline. They'd puffed out into the leathery pink pawpads of a big cat, with smaller pads underneath each of my fingers. I could see the tips of brown claws poking out of my fingertips and by tensing my hands a bit, I could coax my fingerclaws to pop out a full two inches. Whoah! I'd need to be careful with those.
I'd packed on quite a bit of muscle during my second transformation and when I flexed my furry biceps, they looked like fully inflated footballs! Like my ankles, my elbows had lovely feathering, the fur slightly longer and darker than the rest of my golden pelt. Exploring up the sides of my maned head with my handpaws, I encountered my lion ears, feeling like two furry half moons peaking out of my mane. I already knew that I had a full grown lion muzzle and dropping my hands to my beastly snout, I ran my broad fingers through long translucent whiskers. I sneezed automatically and quickly realized that just like most cats, my whiskers were super sensitive.
Continuing my self-examination, I looked behind me to admire my much longer tail, the tip sporting a lovely thick brown poof of fur. Turning forward again, I gazed down at my chest in awe. My pectorals had bulked up considerably and were now two furry slabs of muscle. Between them ran the thick chestfur of my mane, which like a hairy highway traveled down across my flat belly and to my crotch where it thinned out around my testicles. These were enormous compared to how they'd been as a human and were swaddled in a carpet of golden pubic fur.
At my crotch, my mane was parted by a thick animalistic sheath of furry skin, obviously meant to house my dick when not in use. Fortunately, I was highly aroused at the moment and it was pulled back to reveal ten swollen inches of prime lionmeat. My shaft was pink and moist, my circumcised penis no longer human but instead tapering down to a beastly feline point. I could see nubs around the head that held sharp penile spines meant to stimulate females into ovulation. In a nutsehll, my manhood was now my "lionhood."
I realized that my goal had come true. I was no longer Mark the human man. I was Mark the feline, Mark the lion, Mark the FURRY BEAST. From the tips of my wickedly sharp toeclaws to the tops of my furry pointed ears, I was pretty much an animal and I belonged here on Pleasure Island! Unable to hold back at the sexy sight of my barbed feline penis -the throbbing cock of a true beast- I was overcome by the orgasm I'd been delaying for what seemed ages. Shooting thin watery jizz all over my big furry footpaws, I snarled in pleasure. The scent of the cum sinking into the top fur of my of my toes, however, was still that of a male human and my nose wrinkled in disgust. Surely, there was some mistake! But I then realized what was going on...my body was pushing out the last of my humanity and making room for something better. Already, my testes were churning and working hard to create the thick pungent lion cum that I would be producing from now on.
A polite cough interrupted my train of thought. "AHEM. If you're finished there Mark, I think you're forgetting something." It was Jessica, and she...