Mary snapped out of her sexual stupor, and realized she had screwed up. John’s transformation into a lion showed no signs of stopping. She had to get to the house and get the human vile. John stares at Mary hungrily, “I wanna fuck you so hard, like the lioness that you are.” He says in a low voice.
“John let’s go home and fuck there.”
But John starts grabbing at her cleavage, “Here.”
Mary is concerned now, “John, let’s get out of here…” That was all he needed. John grabs her arm with his paw like hands and says, “Bathroom,” in a growl. Mary is barely able to pull back, “Too many people, John. Let’s do it in the car.” She had to at least get him to the car.
John looks confused for a few seconds, until he gets what Mary is saying. He looks at his furry clawed hands and realizes something is wrong. “Sorry Mary, I feel different. I’ve got to go to the restroom.”
Mary watched him go. He only had one torn sock left revealing his powerful lion foot paws. He was now at least seven feet tall and over 230 pounds pure muscle now, and attracting a lot of attention. His fully grown, thick lion tail swished behind him as he entered the bathroom. John was about to figure out he was turning into a lion. His instincts were quickly taking over, confirming to Mary he would soon be completely a lion. She had to do something.
She remembered the vial manual said one would keep all human logic and reasoning, but also gain the animal instinct which would overpower the human brain. Soon words might not mean much to John unless he was really focused. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but the only way she could control a lion was to be a lion. She decided to use the vial.