He rolled over to his right trying to fall back asleep. His back was exposed for a moment as he pulled the only blanket up to his neck. He moved to his stomach. Then he moved again to his left side. He began to feel warm. Shahn flipped over to his back and kicked the blanket off him. Staring at the ceiling he could almost see his dream acting itself out on the white paint.
He sat up to look away. The small patches of fur on his shoulders and his back flared slowly together and down his upper arms. The clean cut sideburns that had run no longer than his ears were now creeping down to his jaw in the same shade of red as his hair. Fur seemed to encircle his ears.
God what is wrong with me? He thought. I need to get back to sleep. Shahn glanced at the time. It was 2:31 a.m. His back was now covered in the thick shiny fur. His head reached the pillow again and he slowly fell into the sleep he was pining for.
But the change did not sleep. His blanket was abandoned lying on the floor. Time seemed to have stopped; everything seemed still, until Shahn grunted. Inside his dream he saw a small being of fur. He knew it was him but he could not make out what it was. It began to grow. Not quite like an inflating balloon but an aging child.
On his bed, Shahn began to grow himself. His body was slowly creaking taller. Very slowly becoming longer. The fur began to crawl down his chest rippling over each curve of his torso. Reaching down his elongating arms. Almost as if it was caressing him and savoring the decent across his body. His cropped hair began to twist and unravel to a new length. It mended with his sideburns and began to grow under his jaw line and sprouting down to his collar. His neck hair line spread down to his back.
The child in his dream, Shahn, grew older. He watched his dream self grow taller and bigger. Felt the presence of others around him and knew they were family.
As the fur and hair thickened on his chest, it began to swell. His ribcage barreled out and his muscle and sinew ripened to a new fullness. His quiet moans became louder, deeper. The fur clotted his pubic hair around his loins and thickened. His shoulders began to broaden, bulge and the thickening of flesh pumped into his arms as his biceps swelled. The fur flared around his elbow and fluffed at his wrist. His hands grew, his fingers broadened. Thin pads pooled on his palms as they widened.
Puberty struck the dream Shahn and sex strolled into his mind. A mate appeared. He knew what to do. In his larger dream self, he began to have sex. Sex! He still could not make anything out but he knew what he was doing. He dominated and felt the pulses of pleasure throb around him.
A sheath kissed his phallus and gripped in an agonizing sensual motion. Shahn was shifting on his bed and growling in pleasure, audibly groaning in a deeper voice. His penis became erect and quivered. The nails on his hands elongated slowly fading black. They became long and skinny. His chest heaved and jutted out with a soft crunch. The fur wrapped around his thighs, encircling his buttocks. His butt inflated into a tight clench. His thighs were still growing longer as his ropes of muscle tightened and expanded. Shahn stretched pulling his height to its maximum, popping his spine as his tail bone pushed gradually into a small tail. The fur ran down the skinny shaft of bone and flesh and puffed at the very tip. The tail grew loner and thicker until it ran down to his calf were it slowed. The soft fur reached his heels and cuffed around his ankles. Power swelled into hard balls in his calves.
His dream self was close to a climax. So close to the orgasm it was enough to make him scream. He wanted it, and he wanted it now!
With a sound like latex pulled over leather, Shahn’s feet stretched longer. Slowly the fur sprouted. Slowly the pads formed. Slowly the nails grew long, black and skinny. All the while his feet stretched long and wider. Bigger feet and toes. Longer…
His ejaculation finally hit and just as the peek of pleasure erupted in his dream he saw his face. A lions’ face glaring up in stunned pleasure. The cats’ eyes swooning in ecstasy. His swooning eyes!
Shock awoke him from his sleep and found his face encircled in fur and a mane with wide eyes. They quickly became slits of black surrounded by a crisp blue. Without warning or time to react from his shock, his face developed forward furring into a muzzle. The sight of his nose stretching in front of him and blackening put him over the edge. All he could do was go with the flow, watch in confusion. His body was finally still. No more change, just stunned shock.