Lioness
Your skin grows warm beneath your shirt as you feel two lumps taking form. Before you can act, your body pushes outwards, the new flesh filling the shirt you wear. The change seems to reach a pace of almost instantaneous growth, swelling and stretching the garment tight against you.
The cool air laps at your bare skin, now uncovered, as the fabric of your shirt stretches and strains to fit your new shape. The flesh of your chest heaves and sways, the soft mass growing before your eyes. Two new mounds rise from underneath the others, pushing them out to the side and stretching the shirt to even further limits.
Your shirt changes into two lacy bras, stretching to accommodate your new shape. A tiny red top with an infinitely small shoulder-span hangs loosely over them, its length not quite reaching down to the bottom of the bras, and only just managing to cover your nipples.
Your manhood subsides, its presence disappearing beneath your slowly softening flesh. You release a breath you were unaware of holding as the tension in your body ebbs.
Your face shifts, your jaw widening and cheekbones growing as your nose grows a little smaller. Your chin becomes more pointed. Lashes grow longer above your eyes. Your lips plump up, and your eyebrows narrow.
You are now the spitting image of a bimaxxial goddess. Lush and voluptuous, with hourglass proportions, and a face that would launch a thousand ships, the only flaw being the extra pair of breasts.
The tail that grows from your back is that of a muscular lion's, the fur golden and shimmering in the light, and it swishes from side to side in a hypnotic rhythm. Glancing downward, you spy the remains of your underwear hanging from your tail.
The skin on your feet rips and tears as the flesh warps and twists. The shape of your feet changes, warping into that of a feline. Sharp claws emerge from the skin, well prepared to tear through the flesh of enemies.
The skin on your hands thins and tears, while the flesh below warps and twists, destroying any previous notions of what a human hand should look like. The paw that is formed has sharp claws at the end, beautiful and deadly."
Your face tears and rips as it is pulled into a muzzle. Your mouth and nose distort as a thin black line appears across your lips. Your teeth become sharp, deadly fangs as your lips recede, exposing them."
The color of your eyes turns gold as your vision sharpens and you can make out even the smallest details with ease. Your ears twitch as the skin on the top of your head rips and tears, warping into that of a lion's. They flick this way and that, picking up every tiny noise and focusing in on them to decide whether they're a threat or not.
Your mind is now in a new reality. You are a lioness. You are queen of the beasts.
You look in a nearby mirror. You stare at the creature reflected in the mirror, its skin a beautiful golden fur. A sleek and muscular body, perfectly designed for speed. Powerful legs that can run for miles without tiring. A fierce muzzle filled with teeth built for tearing flesh from bone.
The sound of footsteps wakes you, but you don't open your eyes. Instead you take a moment to open up your senses and judge the situation."
You stare at your face, contorted into the shape of a snarl. Your eyes are a deep shade of gold, and you find yourself staring at the fur that covers your cheeks. You feel your ears twitch as you hear the party going on in the distance.
Written by Ai Dungeon on 31 January 2021
The end (for now)