A sorry feeling of personal terror wels up over Paul as he falls to now sore knees. His right hand reaches up fumbling with tall furry ears tracing them from root to point. He is just beginning to know the feeling of losing one's self to becoming a beast.
Moaning, "I'm to be a beast of burden!" groaned Paul as the changes began to sweep across his skin.
The tingling itch of coarse hairs sprouting everywhere told of his coming into beasthood. The fear which one might expect was welling up making his chest tighten and hands tremble. Thoughts of escape seemed somehow impossible as he knelt there feeling the onslaught of change.