John lay on the best next to the naked Carrie, her hair still tangled and wet from the
shower, and enjoyed the post coital haze of pleasure his mind had sunk into.
Absentmindedly, he began to scratch at his chest, allowing his member to recover from
the moster orgasm of moments before. He smiled as he thought to himself how upon
entering Toonworld, it had gained at least two inches in length and was considerably
larger in circumferance than before. Suddenly, he realized with a start that he was no
longer scratching his itchy skin. Instead, his fingers had encountered something alien.
Was the transformation starting so soon?! Looking down, he saw that a thick tuft of
uniformly light grey fur had sprouted between his pecs. Feeling the first stirrings of his
wolfishness take hold, he became instantly erect and as his gaze wandered down to his
crotch, he gazed in wonder as an even darker and thicker grey fur overan his dwindling
wiry pubes. Carrie, oblivious to all these developments, continued to lie on the bed facing
towards the wall, her eyes closed, savoring the earlier moments of pleasure between the
two.
John, wanting to alert Carrie to his transformation, laid a hand on her back and realized...