"King...Reinhold." you say to yourself. You try to force yourself to stop smiling at the thought, but you can't. You decide you've just been studying too long. You should just take a break and relax. You set the book aside and extend your feet again. You wiggle your toes and remember how terrible it felt when you first realized you'd been changed. But there's a small sense of relief in not taking it so seriously. Not taking anything so seriously. You lean back in the chair and shift about soon realizing that there is literally no position you can be in that doesn't make you feel comfortable.
Would this really be so bad? What did you really having going for you as a human anyway? You try to think about your job, your school or even your name but nothing comes to mind. The odd thing is you're not even entirely sure why you should care. You're a lion. It feels good to be a lion. You can't remember what being a human was like now, but you're certain it didn't feel this good.
You stand up and shake slap yourself a couple of times. It doesn't even hurt. You laugh slightly to yourself. You extend your arms and fall forward on your belly. Your anthropomorphic form striking against the study's hardwood floor. You body jiggles slightly at the collision, but it still doesn't hurt. It actually feels good.
"I'm a lion." you say again, this time through even more laughter. "Roar...roar..." and you roar. It sounds slightly silly, but definitely more like a natural roar than any human could. You stand back up, but this time you're a bit unsteady. You feel awkward standing on two legs. You take a few tentative steps, but find yourself falling forward on your hands...no...your paws. What once were fairly functional anthro-lion hands are now fully formed lion paws front paws. A bit of flexing makes you realize that your back paws, and not your knees are resting on the floor as you stand. You try to stand up, only for the force of gravity to bring you right back down again. You walk around on all fours quite comfortably. Another change.
You try to laugh, then you try to talk. You can't speak anymore. You can't walk on two legs anymore. You can't even say you're a lion anymore. You're a rubbery feral lion. You'll probably be one forever. And as much as this should frighten you, it doesn't.
I'm a lion....and it feels wonderful. is the last thing you think before your human memories fade completely.