As the coaster shot up and down the next hill, Paul felt even stranger. Having stripped out
of his pants and boxers, to look at his tawny furred legs more closely, he saw that his cock
had grown darker and had sprouted barbs. As he went down the next hill, Paul watched as
his cock was pressed against his chest by a furry sheath. Tawny fur then began to spread
out from his sheath, covering his chest.
Paul ripped off his shirt, the fabric making him hot and uncomfortable. Admiring his new
fur coat, Paul watched as the fur shot over his arms, giving him an effective shirt of fur.
Paul had never been much of a fur person himself, he never really saw the appeal in
dragging around dead animals. But, since he was technically alive, he guessed that was
okay. As the bones in his arms reshaped, Paul watched the fur move to his hands, which
began molding into paws, with sharp black claws at the end.
The fur reached his chest and neck, and Paul watched as a dark brown mane sprouted, the
fur longer and contrasting with his tawny fur. The mane continued in a line all the way
down to his sheath. It was very thick and silky soft, and Paul spent some time nuzzling
into it, before he realized the next two hills were coming up. Thinking that his strange
changes were about to be completed, Paul gripped the crossbar with his paws and held
on, tail lashing out behind him.