You admire your magnificent, powerful and masculine weretiger body in the mirror. If you ever knew the effect the costume would have on your body, you would have asked your girlfriend to wear it sooner.
Right then, your girlfriend comes out of the bathroom, having pleasured herself watching you transform thanks to the costume. You can tell by the smell alone she is intensely in heat! She finally tells you that she has always loved felines in general, and she has a massive fetish for transformations. Furthermore, now that you have ejaculated inside the costume, it has permanently merged with your skin and turned you forever into a weretiger... his perfect and sexy weretiger boyfriend.
Growling in pleasure and lust, and thankful for your powerful and sexy new body, you tell her to get ready for all the nasty and pleasurable things you're about to do to her...
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...but your mind draws a blank. It's like you could literally not think on anything remotely arousing you can do to her. What's wrong with you? Literally half an hour earlier you were deeply in love with your girlfriend, your soon-to-be-wife, contemplating her as a goddess... but now that you look at her with your tiger eyes, she looks as boring and unattractive as the weather channel.
Excusing yourself, you move your massive tiger body to the bathroom, wanting to freshen out your whiskers and calm yourself, trying to find out what's wrong with you... and then you spot your reflection in the mirror. What a handsome feline hunk you've transformed into! Your face, sporting a regal white mane, and a ferocious and lustful look in your eyes... those massive fur-covered arms with black stripes and massive biceps... not to mention your poofy hindpaws, and your thick legs covered by those skintight leather pants you were wearing.
You growl, making the reflection to growl back to you... leaving you all pent up and lustful. Something about your new and powerful body is driving you insane with lust and desire... when you suddenly start to fantasize about meeting another male weretiger like yourself. Comparing the size of your biceps, checking out the patterns in your fur, putting one fur-covered rock hard chest against each other, feeling each other's body temperature before looking at each others' eyes, only to kiss passionately under the moonlight.
Little by little, your straightness vanishes into thin air... after all, you are a homosexual weretiger, you have always been gay and lusting after hot guys on the internet, and have no memories of ever dating a girl in your entire life. Also, with your amazingly sexy weretiger body you'll surely be able to attract the looks of the hot guys of the gay bar you go to every weekend, just like it has happened countless times before. Just thinking on their hairy and manly bodies is making you hard once again...
Trying not to draw attention to the massive bulge in your pants, you plan to get out of the bathroom, ready to intimidate your 'girlfriend' or something, in order to ask her where did she get your male weretiger outfit...