“Sam,” intoned Brad, “I wish for you to transform into the animal I have in my head."
Almost instantly, Sam could feel a pain in his leg muscles. Looking down, he was shocked
to see his thighs swelling, his bulging muscles quickly stretching the khaki cargo shorts to
the breaking point.
Daisy, the last cheerleader of the group who remained human, sauntered over to Sam, her
eyes locked on his groin. "Hey Sam, why don't we find out what Brad here has done to
your little Sam, huh?" she asked, her fingers deftly pulling up the football player's t-shirt
to reveal a thickening trail of hair slowly spreading upward from his groin. Brad walked
over to the changing teenager, throwing a furry arm around his shoulder. "I told you you'd
like this buddy" he said grinning, as Sam began to moan, the feeling of the thick hair, now
fur, of his inner thigh rubbing against his massive balls triggering his intense arousal.
Brad's sensitive nostrils absorbed the animal musk streaming from Sam, causing his ursine
member to slide further from his sheath. Sam, his upturned nose drinking in the scent of
his own masculinity, snarled as his mouth and cheeks pushed out into a feline muzzle.
Surprised by this outburst, Daisy jumped back startled but only a moment later she had
returned to Sam's side, this time with her hands delving beneath the elastic waistband of
his boxer shorts.
Daisy marveled at Sam's transformation, as she ran her fingers through the boy's tawny
pubic fur. Copying what she had seen done to Brad only a short time ago, Daisy pulled
down his shorts to reveal an animalistic sheath, covered in short but silky golden fur. Sam
could feel his dick changing to some strange new shape inside the thick skin cocoon.
"Suck me off, Daisy," ordered Sam, his eyes darting down to his dick. Daisy watched as
the pupils suddenly shifted from the round pinpoints of a human to the long black slits of
a cat.
Brad, watching this pornographic show, noticed that a lump had formed in the back of
Sam's shorts. "Sam, buddy, let me help you out here," he whispered, using his clawed
finger to cut a slit in the back of Sam's shorts from which a ropy leonine tail sprang forth.
"Daisy, what am I? What am I becoming?" asked Sam, his ebony upper lip suddenly
splitting in two as long whiskers shot from his cheeks. Looking up, Daisy could see his
ears had rounded and moved to the top of his head, and for the first time she realized
what her lover had become. The long whiskers, sharp ivory teeth, and patches of yellow
fur gave it all away. "You're a lion, a big sexy lion!" she crooned huskily, teasing her
tongue over the opening to Sam's sheath. Inch by inch, the barbed cock of a juvenile lion
slowly poked its way out of Sam's fuzzy cave to Brad's delight. "Dude, this was so worth
it!" yelled Sam, as Daisy began to bob up and down on his pole.
Then, Daisy had a wicked idea. Running her mouth one more time over Sam's lion meat,
she got up, turned around, and placed her hands on the living room coffee table. "Hey
Sam, do ya wanna mount me like a real cat?" she cried, spreading her pussy lips wide
open. Sam, tripping over his boxers in the rush to get to his mate (no, girlfriend, he
corrected himself), landed right on Daisy's back. Instinct guided his pole into the
cheerleader's swollen snatch, and his spines raked back and forth across her love tunnel
sending her into instant orgasm. The sex simply fueled Sam's change further and in
minutes his body was covered with the golden lion fur he would carry for the rest of his
life. Brad stroked himself into oblivion as he watched his friend's dark brown belly fur
connect with the hair on his head to form a true lion's mane.
By the time Sam released into Daisy, Brad could hardly hear his leonine roar due to the
ringing in his own ears caused by his sexual mental overload. Even so, the roar of his
friend, coupled with the overwhelming stench of lion musk pervading the room, was all
too much for Brad. Brad broke loose with his own roar, his maw open in unending
pleasure, while his dick shot load after load of steaming bearcum across the room and
onto the faces of the staring cheerleader-vixens.