The changes were a little faster than Mary thought. A few minutes passed before John had put on about ten pounds of Lion muscle. His sideburns had grown to meet a dark-red-brown beard, and he was all around looking scruffy. At the bar, they talked and drank, and Mary watched as John seemed more and more uncomfortable. His arm hair was thicker, but kind of dark blond. His hands were thicker and almost sported black claws. He already had somewhat visible paw pads.
John’s increasing muscle mass made him even more eager for alcohol, and he ordered another drink. His nose had flattened and become somewhat dark. Laughing at a joke, he clearly had fangs. In five minutes he was already about one sixth lion. Mary saw all these changes and liked it – a little too much. She was so horny she was unconsciously rubbing her pussy with her hands, her drink, the table – anything as she moved.
Drunkenly she realized these changes were pretty rapid. Then she wondered how much of the lion vial she dosed him with. Surely not all of it. But Mary was excitedly waiting for her favorite change - his lion tail. She could see the bulge already forming above his ass.
Now John looked really uncomfortable, and lifted up his foot. “My feet never swell, from running, I don’t know why dancing would do it.” He pulled off his stretched (to the point of damage) size 9.5 shoe. His foot was huge and looked more like a size 14. His sock looked stretched almost to tearing. Then he pulled off the other one. “God, that’s better!” His toes were bulbously bigger, with *real* black claws poking out of his socks. They looked about halfway to lion paws. Apparently, John was drunk enough to not notice. But Mary was transfixed, staring at John’s feet as he propped his lion toes against the bar. Tawny fur was easily visibly above his tearing socks.
“And this damn wedgie has been driving me crazy.” John pulled at his pants, and moved his butt around. This made a tear in the back of his strained jeans. He didn’t notice this. “Damn wedgie!” He undid his belt, and pulled his pants, back and forth. Pulling at the back of his boxers, a short tail made it’s way through. John **still** didn’t notice. The hole was almost where a tail hole would be, and comfortable enough for John to leave it alone. John now had a foot long lion tail swishing out of his pants. “I must be putting on beer weight.” Indeed he was. Almost twenty pounds of pure muscle. His biceps now filled the sleeves of his T-shirt.
Mary had gone silent staring at John’s changes, but he was too drunk to notice. John’s face had pushed out into a slight muzzle. His dark-red-brown hair was scruffy and all over the place like a mane. And his nose was now wide almost triangular and almost black on the end. His ears were now furry, rounded, and flared slightly out. Tawny fur was completely noticeable on his face, neck, arms, and hands. He was about a third of the way to becoming a lion in under eight minutes. Any more changes now, and no one would recognize him as John, maybe scaring people at the party.
“I feel really pumped up.” His voice was, low, powerful – almost a growl. John looked seriously, almost angrily -feral even – at his drink. “Like I’m so confined… I just want let loose.” John scratched his full beard-mane with his thick, yellow-furred, black-clawed hands. “It’s almost sexual. I don’t mean – well – *hehe* we could … make it sexual …” He looked and smiled at Mary revealing fully grown fangs. Then he laughed, almost a bark, “What’s the matter! Cat got your tongue!”
Even Mary wasn’t drunk enough to ignore the ridiculousness of that pun. The transformation had gone further and much faster than Mary had planned – would it stop here? But Mary couldn’t think straight. The sex vial and the lioness part of her made her want nothing but a huge lion cock to pound her lioness pussy!