Team two rolled an 8, pulling lust ahead of team 1. They all cheered as their chosen leader pulled a physical dare card. He read it aloud and gave an evil grin. "Dare one person to become what you think of them."
Jim looked up at the guys playing rockband, at one in particular. He was one of the newer frat brothers and had a thick head of hair that he kept at shoulder length. "Hey, Greg! I dare you to be more of the pussy that you are. A real man pussy, MY man pussy. Now get over here and worship me!"
Everyone laughed save Greg, who looked over at Jim and put down his controller. He walked over and looked down at Jim who had sat back into his armchair. Jim made a motion towards his groin and Greg reached down to rip the boxers off. He then began to bury his face into the crotch revealed to him and serveral of the other brothers gasped as they watched his thick mane get even thicker, stretching down to the small of his back. His soft muscles hardened into a lithe definition and a soft tawny fur covered his body. Jim's eyes rolled into his head as the tongue that was assulting his loins became textured, the face it was attached to growing out into a very short feline muzzle. Everyone watched as Greg reached down to rip his own pants off to relieve the pressure of a growing ropelike tail with a tuft of fur on the end to match his mane. It raised up to reveal to everyone a winking donut hole that almost begged to be filled. The balls underneath pulled up into a furry sack, and Greg's dick retreated into a sheath.
Jim looked down at his frat brother, no his lion man. He knew that this thing would do anything he told him, and with the horns sprouting from his temples, he had a good idea what he about to say.