They had fallen asleep in a big beefy heap on the floor.
Mia was the first to wake. He could feel a heavy weight draped over him - and something huge inserted way up his butt. Opening his eyes, he saw a cream furred arm hanging over him. It must be Lars - but no, Lars was much bigger than that. Mental cobwebs clearing, Mia realized that he was indeed a he, and that Lars seemed smaller since Mia himself was so much bigger now.
Squeezing out of the pile, he felt Lars pop free. Mia was surprised to feel a little disappointment at having his ass empty.
Sam was on the other side of Lars, pressed back to back. His fur was all black other than the long red hair which reached the base of his tail. No mane, he had only headfur. The only other color was a matching red tuft at the end of his tail.
His waist hadn't thickened, giving him a bit of an hourglass, with the width of his upper body and shoulders on top and wide hips and big butt in the bottom. While there wasn't much fat on him (other than his ass), the black fur was extremely thick and deep, hiding all muscle definition from view.
Looking down across his own body, Mia saw what he had come to recognize as a typical Gay Pride lions body. Tawny fur over rippling muscles, wide V shaped upper body. Big paws and long powerful legs. Plus the trademark perpetual erection.
Mia found his phone and used a few selfies to see his own face. His vanity flared, as his reworked idea of beauty appreciated what he saw. Warm bronze colored eyes staring out of perfect lionine features. His mane was the real attention grabber - shining pure white, it flowed the width of his shoulders, over his pecs, and ended at the top of his abs. In extended behind him to mid back. Mia realized from certain angles his face would practically get lost in its luxuriant fluff.
Turned on by his self inspection, he used his feline flexibility to lick his own lionhood. The salty taste of dried cum delighted his taste buds and he deepthroated himself.
Sam woke next, and was greeted by the sight of Mia contorted in an act of autofellatio.
Sam took stock of his new self and purred with approval. This made him chuckle when he realized what he was doing, as true lions can't purr.
Sam sat down on Lars chest to wake the sleeping high schooler. Lars looked up and saw who was perched on top of him.
'Sam, you're going to make some guy very lucky. Your ass is made for fucking, and now the rest of you is made for cuddling.'
'Sure, how 'bout you?'
Lars stopped in surprise. 'Im flattered, but I have Rob.'
'That's ok, I'm fine with sharing if he is.' Sam offered.
Lars leaned in and pressed noses with Sam, kissing being too difficult with lions' muzzles.
Mia rose, having finished pleasuring himself.
'No clothes means no pockets, and I don't think any of our old purses are going to be appropriate anymore. We should go shopping.'
The three former women left together, eager to start their new lives.