His paunch pooled in front of him, covered in a shining white that gave way to a cool grey on his sides. That same white covered his neck. He brought his hand up to feel it and saw claws had replaced his fingernails while dark paw beans took over the inside of his hands. His arms had gained pads of their own as well, but nothing like he'd expected.
While some fat pooled around his elbows and wrist, a huge upper arm connected to his shoulder threatening to tear his hoodie. While the jacket strained, his muscles barely had any give whatsoever. Even a light flex showed more detailed muscle than he thought possible through fur.
Still, he absolutely had a thick layer of fat as well. Unlike his shoulders, his belly gave up much ground against the too small hoodie. It hadn't quite reached the point of falling into a flap from its own weight, but boy was it close. He grabbed one of his pecs to feel how much fat they held, but felt something else altogether.
He hadn't realized how much he was enjoying his own reflection, nor would he expect it—he wasn't gay! But lighting shot through his body when he squeezed his tit. He looked down at the tightness in his groin, and saw