Todd opened the door to see Charlie and Greg on the other side. The two had always been a bit of nerds. Charlie was always super tall with long fiery red hair, while Greg was much shorter with short black hair. "We came bearing gifts," Charlie said as he held two large bags of potato chips. Greg's hands were just as full with different boxes of soda. "We've got alcohol in the car too."
"Great!" Jeff sauntered in grabbing one of the bags of chips and opening it right there. He stuck his hand in and grabbed a handful, before shoving it in his mouth. All while completely ignoring the crumbs falling on his shirt. Though that was the least of his problems as he promptly rubbed the grease onto it as well. "Hope you brought more..." he said while shoveling another handful into his mouth.
"Don't worry... We did," Greg said as he set the boxes of soda down. He pat Finn on the back. "Come help me," he said as he headed back outside. Charlie stayed in with Jeff, popping open a soda while Finn and Greg went to the car. "Really?" Greg asked, a bit of frustration hung in his voice.
"Really," Finn confirmed, opening the door. His fur helped stave off the cold, however, he still felt a chill run down his spine. Seeing Greg's unimpressed look only made him feel a bit more self-conscious. "It'll be fine. Promise. We're all going to have fun tonight."
"If you say so..." Greg pulled out a few bottles of alcohol and handed them to Finn. He leaned back into the car to grab more. "I'm just saying I'm not going to deal with someone who's rude all night. Understand?"
"Yeah. Yeah," Finn said. "Jeff's not a bad guy. Really this was his idea when I said that I played DnD with you guys."
"Really?" Greg pulled out some more snacks and another bottle of alcohol.
Finn nodded. "Really. Trust me, it's going to be a fun night."
Greg rolled his eyes, but followed the little fox back inside. He set down what he had in his hands and made himself a drink. It looked like Jeff was already flirting with Charlie. Not that Charlie minded all that much, just that seeing the outline of the big bear's dick running 3 inches down his left leg, it was obvious what the bear was thinking.
"Everyone ready?" Finn asked as he opened the basement door. "Then let's get started."
Jeff made sure to grab a few of the bags of snacks before descending the stairs into the unfinished basement. The concrete floor and walls made it feel more like a jail that a basement. But it was clear the only thing Jeff's family did down here was laundry. Or at least that's what Greg hoped as he saw an unmade bed with a lot of stains on it in the corner.
Two card tables butted up against each other with four chairs for them to sit around. Finn took his seat behind the DM screen and held out his hands. "Everyone ready?"
"Yeah," Greg said as he sat down. "I was going to be a half-orc barbarian," and pulled out his stat sheet.
"Nope," Finn said. "No human races. It has to be half animal."
"What? Since when?" Greg spat out.
"Since the text."
"Really?!" Greg looked at Charlie for help, but he just nodded showing his own sheet saying that he was a wolf rogue. "So, I have to pick an animal?" He clenched his teeth as he asked the question only to receive a nod from Finn. "Fine. Whatever. Lion."
"Prefect," Finn smiled, clapping his hands.
Greg and Charlie suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over them. "What the hell..." Greg muttered as he held onto the table. His body was actively swaying as the world started to shift around in front of him. Looking at the table, the plastic texture folded away in weird blocky formations and revealed something far more wooden and rustic. The longer he stared the larger the changes became. He looked around to see the same was happening to the walls. The red solo cup Jeff was drinking out of turned into a wooden stein. He tipped it back like nothing was out of the ordinary. If anything, he looked happier that he was drinking such good dwarven ale rather than the cheap beer he'd purchased.
Greg put a hand to his head. There was no way this was real. However, looking at his hand he realized that was starting to change just along with everything else. Large claws stuck out of each of his fingers. He could see small callouses form at the end of each of his fingers and then one big one around each of his palms. Tawny yellow fur started to climb up his arms. Each part transforming the part of his body into something far more muscular. He saw his forearms bulge with power as thick veins ran up and down them. His biceps exploded with power forming to what had to be almost the size of watermelons. His shirt vanished as the only armor he needed was his natural armor.
It was perfect for showing off his impressive chest and impeccable abs. The fur continued downward, and Greg let out a bit of a grunt as he felt his tail bone extend further out of his body. It gently swayed back and forth as what had been almost nothing was now a new three-and-a-half-foot appendage that nearly reached the floor when he stood. His feet reshaped into massive paws with claws thicker than the ones on his hand.
Greg wiggled his nose feeling it extend out of his face. The shape turning more into a snout with a peach triangle at the end. Whiskers emerged from the sides giving him a bit of better orientation. However, feeling his ears on top of his head was still a bit odd. He looked around the room only seeing furries around an old timey looking bar. Even Charlie had changed into a tall elegant looking black wolf with a full set of black rogue armor and a few daggers on his waist.
"Pretty neat right?" Jeff laughed. His big bear belly jostled as he took another large swig of beer out of his mug.