"I wish I was a werepanther, a big one. I wish I could choose when I changed forms and could choose whether or not my bites made other people into werepanthers. I wish that, in my anthro form, my claws could dig into brick, concrete and steel so I could climb buildings," It was a lot of wishing, but you're pretty sure the ring can handle it. You've hardly completed the string of words when a strong rush of power and pleasure come over you.
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Your body begins to change rapidly. Very toned rippling muscle swells all over your body. Your clothes are torn to shreds as you get much taller, reaching eight feet tall in mere moments. A tail bursts from your tailbone, your feet reshape into broad digitigrade paws. Your hands strengthen, and develop retractable claws in the fingertips, and your face reforms into that of a jaguar. While all this is taking place, black fur is covering you from padded nose to padded paws, leaving you a hulking, powerful black-furred hunting machine. <p>
You look down to see if the change had any other benefits, to notice that your maleness is now tucked into a furry sheath connected to your tummy, but if the sheath is any indication, you're a nicely hung stud of a cat, and your balls are pretty big, too. Just large enough to be impressive without getting in the way of your new acrobatic lifestyle. Grinning a wickedly fanged grin, you think about what you are going to do next.