Simon pointed the chroniac machine at himself as his two beastly friends continued to munch obliviously on their breakfasts. Pressing a button, a soft beep was given by it before it replaced Bryan's image with his on its screen.
Selecting animal, he again scrolled through the listed choices, thinking carefully. He was eager to join his friends in their half-animal, half-human states, but he wasn't sure what species to pick. Finally, one caught his eye, his gaze locking onto "Lion." The king of beasts, he reasoned, nothing would be better.
Selecting Lion, and moving the cursor over to 50% Lion, 50% human, as he had done for both Jay and Bryan, he placed his thumb on the chroniac's button. A moment's hesitation washed over him before he shut his eyes and pressed the button, the machine giving off a faint sound and whirling down.
Setting the chroniac back into his desk. Simon felt a little woozy at first, and he realized that as the chroniac's activator, his memory of the transformation wasn't going to be so easily changed, even though reality, itself would be.
The first thing he noticed was his chest felt itchy, the skin hot to the touch against his tight shirt's fabric. Looking down, Simon watched in awe as his pecs began to balloon up, swelling with strength and power. His biceps also grew, and his stomach contracted, tightening into an eight-pack -- his entire upper-body infusing with taut, swollen sinews.
Shirt ripping at the sleeves and then down the back, Simon stretched with a moan as he finally broke free from the fabric's cotton confines.
Across his entire body golden fur sprouted against darkened, hide-like flesh. And, Simon could feel his the hair atop his head expanding, lengthening, and puffing up around his neck and cheeks, developing into a lion's mane.
Kicking off his shoes, Simon pulled down his zipper just in time to feel his butt rip through his jeans, freeing a rapidly extending tail that grew a furry tuft at its end.
Calf muscles expanding, quads growing, Simon forcefully grunted as he felt them also tear through his pant's denim, shedding cloth on the carpet.
Taking hold of his jeans' remnants, Simon smirked as he noticed his fingernails had grown into sharp, ebony claws, and using them he tore himself free from his remaining clothes...joining in nudity his friends, his respectable cub equipment allowed to swing free between his legs.
Ears re-shaping, shifting from his head's sides to on top, Simon noticed a crispness suddenly to his vision, his eyes now able to spot more keenly details in the shadows.
Snout pushing out, whiskers sprouting like his fur had, he feels finally his maw extend and fill with sharp teeth.
On the breakfast table, between Bryan and Jay, there appears a plate with a fresh steak, waiting to feed Simon's appetite.