Brittany and Leslie stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new body. Les was covered in dark black fur, the same color as her hair. She was taller, but disappointed that she was still shorter than Brittany. She was also a little disappointed that her breasts were still small, not much more than an A cup. But for what she lacked in breasts and height, she more than made up in muscle. Her thighs were humongous, thick with muscle and veins, easily dwarfing even the size of Jeff's sister, Elizabeth. Her biceps were massive, as large as Brittany's head. Her back was wide, and narrowed to a thin waist covered by a large six pack. Les flexed her muscles in the mirror, admiring their definition, as Brittany ran her hands over her dense muscles.
"Wow, " said Brittany with admiration. "You look good." And she meant it, too. The hard muscles were turning her on, and if Leslie had been a man, she might have begun to fool around her. But as she looked at Les, the predominant thought in her mind was how she might be able to use this new monster's tremendous strength to her advantage. The sound of the door unlocking caused Les and Brittany to turn around.
Jeff was still lying on the floor, exhausted and semiconscious, but Cindy had slowly snuck over to door of the locker room, and was trying to quietly open it. Brittany bounded over to the door, slamming it shut with her hand, and holding it firmly closed with her large arm.
"And where do you think you're going? " she asked coyly, her voice dripping with venom.
"Well, I thought you guys were done, " said Cindy nervously. "And this period is almost over. I need to get to my next class."
Brittany smiled sadly, and slowly shook her head, as Les walked over to join them, standing behind Cindy so that she was surrounded. "Oh no, we're not done just yet. Now, it's your turn."