Richard and Rose Van Direstag laid in their bed, the new werelions resting in the afterglow of their sex. Rose laid a paw on her husband's chest before saying, "Where's Frank right now?"
"Frank?" Richard asked before going, "Oh, Frank! I forgot I left him at the college to pick you up."
"Better go get him," Rose said as she watched Richard jumped out of bed. She watched as he changed back to his normal human self and grabbed some clothes to put on. She noted that the clothes did little to hide his new physique. "That reminds me," she said as she flipped over on her belly. "I think we'll need new clothes." She looked over at the torn bra that she ripped off when she was changing. "I'm not even sure what I have fits me anymore."
Richard finished putting the last of his clothes on before running out of the door. She could hear him go down the stairs and into the garage before starting the car and driving off. With Richard gone, it was quiet in the house again, with only Rose alone with her post-transformation feelings. The sex with Richard was...in a word, wild to say the least. In all of their years of marriage, she never felt the two of them going at it like they did after they got home. After a few moments of quiet, she decided to get out of bed and head to the bathroom.
The first thing she felt when getting out of bed was a bit of uneasiness on her new paws. In a way, it was like walking on high heels, but after a few moments, she got used to being on her new paws and made her way to the bathroom where she examined herself. She looked in the mirror and the first thing she saw were her golden lionese eyes. She then examined her new muzzle, using her paws to feel the extended nose and jaws. She opened her mouth, revealing a row of pointed teeth. She then ran a paw through her hair. While she didn't have the mane that her husband had, she couldn't help but notice that her hair was a bit darker now with no sign of any grey hair. She then looked down her body and noticed that golden fur covered her entire body from head to toe. She couldn't help notice that her fur was especially thick on her breasts and crotch, hiding the most intimate parts of her. Despite being naked, being a werelion was surprisingly modest. She turned around and noticed the lion tail hanging above her butt. After a moment of concentration, she found she could move it like any part of her body. She noticed the tuft of fur on the end of her tail, and it looked similar to the hair on her head, except a bit darker. She turned back around, and ran a paw through the fur covering her body, and she felt a bit of muscle. She wasn't an athlete before moving to Moon Lake, but now she had real definition in her muscles now that she was a werelion. Yet, despite the extra muscle, she retained her rather feminine shape, with her now expanded breasts adding to that shape.
She gave a rather toothy smile to herself in the mirror. She hadn't planned on becoming a werelion coming home from the hospital that morning. Yet, she couldn't resist putting her hands on her husband which led her to becoming one. And if she were being honest with herself, she rather enjoyed it. And now that she was a werelion, she was at peace with herself. She liked seeing herself as a werelion now, and wondered if she could stay that way. Looking at her discarded clothes, she knew she couldn't fit in them as a werelion, or even if she could fit in them in her human form. She saw how her husband had trouble fitting in his clothes, and with her new assets, she probably couldn't fit in them in as a normal human either. She sighed as she realized that this meant finding new clothes to wear. She also knew that she'd have to explain this to her kids when they got home from school, and her mind worked on how to explain this.