“I choose transform” gulped Connor, unable to hide his nervousness at the prospect of his body being changed in some strange and unknown way.
“Connor, you’re going to change into the best kicker anyone in high school football has ever seen. Your species will be perfectly matched to what this team needs from you as football player” announced Sam, flashing a toothy leonine grin.
“What do you mean, Sam?” asked Connor, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his skin began to itch.
Already, Sam could see that the tips of Connor’s ears were starting to look strangely pointed. This first manifestation of Connor’s change caused a slight stirring of arousal within Sam -the sight of the younger man before him undergoing his animalistic metamorphosis triggering an intense stirring in his feline sheath.
But beyond Connor’s external changes, both Sam and Brad’s sensitive noses could smell an invisible shift in Connor’s scent. Beneath the tangy, salty odor of Connor’s boysweat and the fresh, fragrant odor of detergent from his shorts and shirt, there was the increasingly sweet, almost sugary, scent of a woodland prey species.
“Connor, I mean that you’re going to kick farther than any high school player, and probably any NFL player, has ever kicked a football” replied Sam. Connor moaned in response, his body going rigid on the couch as a sharp pain struck both his feet.