Househusband
#1 of Transformation
Trophy wife turns into a big gay lion man.
Betty strutted around the kitchen, her pumps clicking against the checkered linoleum floor. Not the most practical choice of footwear, especially in her own home, but she knew her husband loved them. The red plastic heels added two inches to her height, making her legs seem longer, and her ass seem firmer. At least she hoped so, and she hoped her darling Richard would notice.
Richard wasn't the best catch, as he'd be the first to admit, but he had a steady and not insignificant income from his job at a tech corporation, and that was good enough. Betty wasn't sure precisely what his job entailed, but she didn't really care. As long as he could take her out for dinner, and maybe buy her a diamond necklace now and again, she was happy.
Right now, it was almost ten o'clock, and Richard was due home any time. She felt a little bad for him, having to work late, but didn't dwell on it. That's just how things were in this economy. She glanced at the oven - Still another fifteen minutes before the pot roast was done. A quiet, dainty yawn slipped from her lips, and she went to make some coffee.
It was a new brand she found online, imported directly from Africa. Richard always loved trying new, exotic flavors, and this one had a picture of a lion right on the box! Betty clicked the coffee maker's switch and waited as it began its drip.
Five minutes later, the pot was done, and she poured herself a cup. The smell was dark, rich and flavorful. She brought it up to her lips and took a small sip - It was still hot, after all. The liquid tasted unlike any other coffee she'd tried, somehow both thick and light, sweet and sour. She wasn't positive, but as it ran down her throat, she could've swore she tasted a dash of cinnamon.
As she lowered the cup, enjoying the aftertaste, her face began to tingle. It was a strange feeling, like a sneeze, not just in her nose, but all across her lower head, from her jaw to her sellion. She raised a hand to stifle what she thought was a sneeze, only to gasp as her face began to shift under her hand.
She could feel it; Her jaw sliding forward, her nose extending and turning soft and damp - What was going on?! She tried to shout in surprise, but all that came out was a gurgle, as her vocal cords began to tingle and change. The tingling spread lower, across her chest and arms, and she could only watch in horror as her body changed before her.
Betty's beautiful, natural, absolutely-not-plastic DD-cup breasts seemed to deflate, sliding back into her chest, leaving only small, muscular-looking bumps in their place. Her bra fell flat, and the straps began to slide down her arms, only to be stopped by an unexpected obstacle: Her biceps. Looking down, she saw her arms - Were they really her arms? Instead of the thin arms and soft, smooth skin she was accustomed to, her arms had swollen up. Biceps the size of softballs protruded from her upper arms, coated in a thick layer of blonde hair. No, she realized to her horror, fur!
Betty had never done a day of weightlifting in her life. Everyone knew, if a girl touched a weight, they'd turn into a bulky weirdo. It was just a fact. So, when Betty realized that's what she was becoming, she screamed.
Her voice came out course and deep, less of a scream than a roar. If she didn't feel the vibrations in her throat, she'd almost think some furious lion had stepped from the veld and into her home. The sound shook the dishes on the counter, and as the roar died down, she realized that a glass had fallen from its place and shattered across the tiles.
"Oh dear," Betty grumbled in her new, masculine voice. She raised a hand to her throat - It was covered in golden fur, she realized, just like the rest of her body had become. Her hand in particular had grown bigger, meatier, with five thick, beefy digits ending in little black claws.
She looked behind her and saw a short tail swaying, a tuft of golden fur on the end.
"I'm a... Lion?" She said aloud, still uncomfortable with the sounds coming from her throat. Even if she were a lioness, why would her beautiful breasts have disappeared?
A shifting inside her panties gave the answer. She didn't feel the need to look. She knew what it was, she'd handled them more than enough to know she'd grown a penis. She was a lion now, not a lioness. She, now he, let out a sigh and collected the broken bits of glass, trying to ignore his new reality.
He was a lion now, a proud and strong predator of the savannah. What should he do? Go to Africa? Betty tossed that idea aside. No, Richard wouldn't be able to commute.
"Richard!" He gasped. He was a lion, a male lion, what would Richard think? Knowing him, he'd take it in stride, but what if he didn't? Should Betty start seeing women? No, he shook his head, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't wrap his head around that. The thought of Richard made his cock squirm in his panties. The thought of women, well, any woman, just made him feel kind of gross inside. As for their marriage, well, they were married for a reason: They loved one another.
"Till death do us part," Betty said to himself. The oven timer dinged, and he pulled the roast out of the oven. The meat looked absolutely delicious, but the carrots and potatoes just looked bland to him. Lions were carnivores, they needed meat!
Betty opened up the freezer and pulled out a raw steak, then another, and another. When he'd collected five huge 6 oz slabs of beef, he tossed them in the microwave to defrost. When that was done, he didn't wait. He just sat down at the table and started eating, one after the other.
Outside, he heard Richard's car pull up. Betty kept chowing down as he walked up the steps, turned the key in the lock and stepped inside.
"Honey, I'm home!" Richard called, hanging up his coat and stepping into the kitchen.
"Hi, honey!" Betty mumbled, bloody liquid pouring from the meat in his mouth, "How was work?"