As tom laid under the impressive weight of Sandra, he murred, enjoying the feel of her still throbbing cock in his aching vagin. Turning his head upwards, he marveled at his former wife's impressive mane. It was long, thick and shaggy and sent shivers of eager pleasure through tom, causing his vagina to wink in renewed need. Sandra looked down at his mate, licking her, knowing full well she now carried his cubs. He was strong, proud, and would use her to build a robust pride
"Murr your cock feels so good in me, my mate" Tom purred as he stared, awestruck, at his impressive mate "Perhaps it is time to show the boys the joys of joining your pride as lionesses"
As the words left his mouth, Tom's expression suddenly shifted from pleasure to shock. Something about suggesting they bring their son into their mating supercharged his brain and returned him to lucidity.
"The fuck!" He said aloud, cringing at the purring, feminine sound of his voice. With a mrrrowl, he scrambled up from underneath Sandra, his own lioness strength not a far cry from her bulk allowing him to slip out from underneath her.
He rushed to the other side of the room, and cowered in embarrassment, fear, and confusion, tail locked firmly between his legs. Looking down, he took in his large, feline paws. HIS PAWS. Idly, he extended and retracted his claws, marveling at the alien feel of the new muscles. Turning his head, he looked back at his body. He was the picture of lionhood. His lithe, yet strong female body stood proudly behind him, warmed by tawny fur. Sitting, he contorted his body and looked down at his crotch. He vagina pulsed, its foreign folds filling his gaze and its heated scent drifting into his nose, sending foreign, yet somehow familiar, messages of desire to his brain.
"F-fuck, why am I a lioness....god, this is so weird" He cried as he looked up at his 'wife' across the room "Sandra, ya gotta snap out of it...we're not supposed to be lions....you're not supposed to be male!"