Paul watched as Matt considered the Chronivac, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Hmm," he murmured, "ever thought about being a cartoon? Might be an interesting twist."
A twinkle sparked in Paul's eyes. "Oh, I have a better idea," he said, grinning. "Have you ever fantasized about being a cartoon pirate?"
Matt looked startled, then intrigued. "A pirate? Like, from Peter Pan?"
"Better," Paul said mysteriously, his fingers already dancing over the Chronivac's controls.
Matt watched, bemused and entranced as the device began to hum. A translucent energy field enveloped him, making the fabric of his clothes ripple like water. The sensations started immediately, an underlying feeling of arousal making him squirm.
His clothes morphed, a blue coat with golden buttons appearing over his once human torso. He reached down, stroking his member, gasping as the sensations heightened, before it disappeared, perfectly integrated into the smoothness of his skin.
Crimson cuffs appeared around his wrists, his hands transforming into beastly claws, sharp and efficient. His groin warmed, the skin morphing into sky blue pants, similar to his coat. Finally, his feet morphed, transforming into shining black boots.
Looking down at himself, Matt barely had time to gasp before his face began to change. He could feel the subtle stretching and pulling as his human features morphed into those of a canine. A shiver coursed down his spine, arousal inching its way up his body from his new, sensitive skin.
His skin, clothes, fur, everything felt different. The texture was flat, and though it still had grip, it lacked true depth. Never had he expected to feel like a drawn character, flat and smooth, and yet it was strangely exciting.
Finally, his voice changed to a rough, grizzle tone, a stereotypical rough pirate drawl. "Avast ye, matey!" Matt found himself saying, surprised at how joyous it made him feel.
"Wow," Paul said, clearly in awe, "you look... genuinely fascinating."
Matt's words drawled out as the transformation was finally complete. "Arr matey, do yerr have any rum?" His voice rumbling with the deepness of the cartoon pirate.
"That," Paul laughed, his eyes shining with fascination, "is an amazing change!"
"That it be, matey," Matt growled playfully, before raising an invisible eyepatch to wink at his friend. "Are ye ready to sail the seven seas with the fiercest pirate wolf ever created?"
As he struck a captain's pose, the mood in the room shifted from intense to light-hearted, the men laughing at the absurdity and excitement of the changes the Chronivac could produce.
Paul's eyes darted up to Matt again, hesitant. He took a deep breath.
"May I?" he asked quietly, glancing back at Matt's groin. "I mean... you seem to enjoy this. Would it be okay if I...?"
Matt's lips curled into a wry smile, feeling a thread of excitement mingling with the arousal. "Aye, matey, ye have yer cap'n's permission."
With that, Paul slowly reached out again, his fingers gliding over Matt's cartoon pants. His touch was careful and exploratory at first, like he was testing the waters.
"Wow," Paul murmured, feeling the change in texture. "This is... different. Are you... alright?"
Matt's responding growl was filled with pleasure, the erotic arousal amplifying within him. "Arr, don't ye stop now, mate," he encouraged, feeling the sensations in his groin spreading over his entire body like a pleasant warmth.
As Paul continued his exploration, the erotic thrumming through Matt began to rise. His cartoon skin was more sensitive than he could ever imagine, each touch and stroke electrifying.
Paul could feel a blush creeping up his neck, his own arousal stirring at the sight and sounds of Matt drowning in pleasure. It was a sight like none other – a cartoonified, pirate wolf begging to be explored.
"I be enjoyin' this too, matey," Matt growled, heavy with pleasure. His cartoon eyes tracing Paul move.
Paul laughed breathlessly, his hand continuing its rhythm. "This is just... amazing," he replied, his voice filled with awe and mild excitement.
"Arr," Matt agreed through half-lidded eyes, his fingers tracing over his blue pants. "Never imagined being a cartoon pirate wolf could be this... enriching."