“Here it comes!” cried the half-rabbit, as he felt the tip of his spine burst free in a puff of yellow and white fur.
Looking back, Connor admired the furry teardrop shaped tail that had sprouted above his butt, discovering his new muscles and experimentally flicking it to his great amusement.
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Connor now looked almost complete, most of his face, arms, and legs covered in butterscotch-colored fur, with the exception of the white patch coating his muzzle and the bulk of his chest. His ears were not yet fully grown, being only several inches longer than a normal human’s, but that would change soon, thought Brad.
“Am I done yet?” asked Connor, trying to catch his breath from his latest round of changes.
Looking at Connor, Brad and Sam could see that he was indeed almost finished. Strangely, his still-human cock stood out proudly from the rest of him, jutting out like a flagpole for humanity from the thick forest of white lapine pubic fur covering his crotch and inner thighs.
“Well, you’re almost done Connor, but you’re not a real rabbit until you get your sheath” answered Sam, tugging at the thick furry ring of skin around his own exposed lion meat.
“What do you mean?” asked Connor, bewildered. “What I mean, dumbass, is do ya’ think rabbits run around the forest with their dongs hanging out, getting all snagged up on brambles and weeds and shit?” shot back Sam, crudely grasping at Connor’s maleness.
“Ouch! Cut it out Sam,” Connor cried, trying to wriggle out of Sam’s stranglehold on his cock. “Of course they don’t,” continued Sam, ignoring Connor’s cries of protest, “all bunnies -like you will be soon- have their cocks covered in a thick sleeve of furry skin that protects it. And here’s the important point, it only comes out when they need to use it.”
At this, Sam’s paw which was previously smothering Connor’s cockhead smoothly worked it’s way down to the base. Letting go for a brief moment, Sam could see that his stroke had already sparked Connor’s body to respond, a barely perceptible bulge of skin starting to form around the base of Connor’s penis.
“But you have to really want to be a rabbit in order to get a sheath Connor. You can’t keep trying to hold onto your humanity” piped in Brad, his own paw fingering his throbbing bearhood. “That’s right, you’ve got to accept what you’re becoming and stop fighting the curse” Sam said in a matter-of-fact tone, his hand-paw again exerting exquisite downward pressure on Connor’s dick leaving an even thicker gathering of skin at the base.