Hunter waited a few moments, not knowing what for. When nothing seemed to be happening, he got bored of waiting.
He examined the briefcase more closely, to see if there was anything he'd missed but found nothing. So he carefully stowed the case beneath
his bed, out of view. He was starting to feel a bit thirsty.
Now that the distraction was dealt with, Ethan began to play on his mind again. Trying to think about anything else but that, he realised that he
hadn't spent very long in the shower at all. Sniffing his armpits, he decided he'd best have another.
In the family bathroom, he set the water running and waited for it to get warm. As he undressed, he found it a little difficult to take off his shirt.
His arms didn't seem to bend as well as they ought to, but it wasn't big enough a problem to bother him. He stepped into the shower.
He'd always liked water, but now it felt especially good to get wet. He murmured in pleasure and his hand absently drifted towards his cock. He
was imagining how it might have been if Ethan and he had swapped places. He was gazing at his friend's muscular back, guiltily touching
himself. He'd never had thoughts like this before. He'd even had girlfriends before and there hadn't been any complaints there. But something
about this intrigued him.
He was taken out of his reverie when he started having trouble keeping his thumb around his cock. He was astonished to discover that his
hands had completely transformed. His fingers were shorter and fatter and covered in a thin layer of golden fuzz. They were starting to look
like paws. And that wasn't all.
He stumbled out of the shower and examined himself in the mirror. His hair had grown long and shaggy and matched his newly grown beard.
His nose was flatter, his ears were pointed and his body had become more slender. He was starting to resemble a large cat. What the hell had
been in that syringe?
Before he could think of what to do, his chest suddenly expanded. Before he could digest that, a tail sprouted from the base of his back and
hung limply between his legs. What surprised Hunter was that there was no pain, just feeling appearing in places he hadn't before. It was
because of this that he didn't panic. He was scared, certainly, but he managed to keep his head. For the time, all he could do was watch his
reflection.
His skin began to quickly develop a layer of thick, golden fur. His face forced it's way out into a short snout and his teeth grew sharp. He
massaged his throat by grunting and found he could only make grizzly growling noises. His hair and beard had developed into a beautiful mane
and he recognised what he was becoming.
At that point, his legs gave way and he fell to the floor. His arms instinctively supported his fall and he found it much more comfortable to be
on all fours. He felt his eyes change and the world became monochrome. By that point, as far as he could tell, the change was complete. He
had become a large and majestic Asiatic lion that was looking a bit nervous.
Strange as it was, he had to admit this was a little fun. At least he'd worked out what the case was for, even if he didn't know why it had been
sent to him. A paranoid voice was scared he might not change back, but it was reassuring that this was definitely deliberate if inadvertent. The
antidote was probably in the case, though he wasn't sure how he was going to unlock the bathroom door with paws, let alone open the case
again.
At that moment, he heard a noise downstairs. His mother and brother had come back.