Lion Hearted
Gay lion transformation.
Just Can't Wait...
Caution: This story contains sexings that may not be appropriate for all audiences. No minors permitted. Pregnant women and the elderly need not apply. Republicans also excluded. Follow all laws. Remain seated. No smoking. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my...
Chapter 1
Jake came home after a long day of swimming practice. He lived in an apartment with his boyfriend Dylan, a quant one-bedroom on the edge of town. He had been swimming for years, a good swimmer in his own right. But he wasn't the top tier of the college team. And it wasn't for lack of trying. He just couldn't seem to the break through that barrier. Jake dropped his swim bag and entered his bathroom. The apartment was dim, as the last rusty beams of daylight streamed through the windows. Jake's muscles ached in the fading light, as he prepared the tub for a relaxing soak. As the bath filled, he imagined the roar of the water was the cheer of the crowd at the next swim meet. But instead of the crowd cheering for the team star, Leo King, the best swimmer on the team, Jake imagined the cheers were for him. He pictured himself gliding effortlessly through the water, passing King and all the other swimmers. This time he was the champion, this time he was the king.
"I wish I was the king" Jake muttered aloud, the words ringing out louder than expected, with startlingly resonance and depth. Jake looked around self-consciously, even though he knew he was alone. A King doesn't worry about other's opinions, Jake thought to himself.
"I guess that's why I'm not the king" Jake ushered more subtly.
Resigned to his reality, Jake sank into the warm tub. But little did he know his reality would soon be undergoing some drastic changes. For every once in a very long while, every day in a billion days, the Universe answers back, even if not in the way expected.
Jake drifted off, soaking in the calm bath. The only sound being the occasional "plunk" made by the dripping faucet.
Jake woke with a start, unaware of how long he had been napping in the tub. But it must have been a while, as the hot water was now room temperature. But something else was different. The tub felt smaller, Jake felt more confined. When he opened his eyes, he panicked.
Covering Jake's dark skin was a fine coat of even darker fur. The short, silky fur was spread across his chest, down his sides and thighs, and across his arms and backside. Jake shot up with a start, thinking he must be having some kind of reaction. But that made absolutely no sense. What kind of reaction could cause all this......fur? And it was unmistakably fur. Jake's anxiety rose even more, as he lifted his hand in front of his face. At first he thought his fingers had just pruned from the water. But it quickly became apparent that his hands were not quite hands anymore. His fingertips and palms had plumped up considerably, becoming pad-like, his nails beginning to curl dramatically.
Scrambling out of the tub, Jake knew he needed to get help right away for whatever was happening to him. As his feet hit the tile floor, he didn't even have to look down to tell that they had become massive. In fact they were rapidly becoming enormous paws. Jake grunted as he swore he could feel his toes popping and stretching, his arches widening and thick pads forming. It almost felt......pleasurable. Jake shook the idea from his head, he needed medical help, and fast. This must be some weird allergic reaction, he told himself.
Jake grabbed his jeans, jumping into them hurriedly. But they were now way too tight. Jake's normally lanky frame was bulking in all directions. New muscles were rippling under his skin in a visible fashion. It was terrifying, yet oddly intriguing at the same time. Feeling pressure all over his body, Jake leaned forward and grabbed hold of the sink to balance him. He felt tight all over, like he might burst. At that moment a ripping sound issued forth from his taught jeans. To his amazement, they were tearing all over as thick, fur covered muscle forced its way through the denim. The dark fur was staying relatively short, but dense, consuming his entire form. And now the pressure in Jake's face was becoming intensely painful, he needed it to stop. At the same time a different feeling began to build deep within his chest, a need was forming, an instinct growing. Without thought Jake opened his jaws wide and from a placed he never knew existed, issued forth a thunderous roar. It shook the mirror in from of him, a mirror in which he saw his face push forward into a muzzle as the roar continued. His chest heaved and expanded outward as new muscle grew underneath his furry coating. The roar was that of a lion, a lion that Jake was clearly becoming.
His spine was popping and stretching as Jake gained more length to suit his bestial frame. In the mirror he watched as his nose flattened and widened, and his eyes turned deep amber. It was almost too much, too crazy to be real. But at the same time, it felt incredible, like he was always supposed to be this way. With a slightly sickening spray of blood, huge fangs pushed out painfully into Jake's growing muzzle. He wanted it to stop, wanted it to be over, but the process wasn't complete. He was begging, pleading for it to me a dream, hoping to wake in the tub, a mere human again. Yet another feeling deep within him took control and began working its way to the surface. Barely able to grasp the slippery porcelain sink with his massive fore-limbs and paws, Jake roared in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as his face and head became fully lion. Erupting around the young lion's shoulders and chest, a silky black mane flowed out to mark his distinct maleness. The majestic flowing fur was in stark contrast to how smooth Jake had been as a young man. Simultaneously, a tail roped out atop Jake's backside, his buttocks replaced with the high rear haunches of a lion, exposing his dark, muscled ring to the cool bathroom air.
Jake looked into the mirror and staring back was massive, black furred lion. He starred in disbelief, and his deep amber eyes began to water. He tried to move his jaw and form words, yet nothing came forward except the exceptionally frightening machinations of a lion's huge jowls. He didn't care so much about what he had become, compared to the fear that he wouldn't be able to tell his boyfriend what had happened.
As the transformation neared completion, there was one final change that necesitated . Thinking of his boyfriend had stirred Jake's loins. During the change, his member had increased greatly in thickness, his testicles plumping to the size of small oranges and becoming equally round. His black, fur covered orbs now hung low. And a thick, furred sheath had grown over his now pink and sensitive penis. As this young male lion thought of his boyfriend, his mate, his penis grew from its sheath. It surged forward, stretching longer than Jake could believe. The intense sensation feed back into him, building an indescribable feeling throughout his body. His member jerked and strained to grow more, plumping slightly with each beat of his thudding lion heart. In a moment it was all too intense, every nerve in his rippling body alive with power. His heavy orbs pulled up close under his swishing tail and pulsing ring. He felt as if he was growing all over, more size, more power surging through him. He was the king now; he was the fastest, the strongest, and the mightiest of all. With this acceptance, he loosed a roar that shook the entire apartment; it resonated through every wall and board, and through the lion's entire body, tail to toe-claw. With the final blast of sound, the pink maleness of the black lion flared, nubby barbs flexing upward on the fleshy pole and growing thick. His orbs churned and pumped his incredible length unbelievably full. His tip began shooting long, thick strands of yellowish lion spunk, coating the bathroom floor beneath his hulking frame. The musky scent that filled the air was intoxicating. Jake let go of the sink, and stretched out his full figure, feeling finally released, feeling huge, feeling royal.
Chapter 2
Jake heard the apartment door open, he knew Dylan had returned. He paced nervously in the darkened bedroom, hoping to show his boyfriend it was still him, before he fled in absolute terror. Dylan entered, unaware that a massive, black furred lion was waiting for him in the bedroom. He went about some business in the kitchen, only adding to Jake's anticipation. Finally he made his way to the bedroom, opening the door and walking in without flicking on the light. Light from the adjacent bathroom was illuminating just a sliver of the bedroom. Just then something moved behind Dylan, something large and fast. Its sleek form crept stealthily in the shadows. It nudged the bedroom door shut, trapping Dylan inside.
"Jake?" Dylan hoped aloud. Although he knew it couldn't be him, or rather, not the Jake he had known.
Dylan backed cautiously towards the wall, sensing the massive thing hunkered in the dark corner of the room. Just as he was about the bolt for the bathroom, two deep amber eyes appeared in the darkness. Padding silently one step forward, a black furry muzzle came into view. One more cautious step brought forth the silky, midnight-black mane of a lion. It was unmistakable; however crazy, that Dylan was staring down a lion in the bedroom of his boyfriend's apartment.
Dylan shut his eyes and opened them, no mistake, it was all real. Dylan thought desperately about what he could do to fight or escape. But every thought lead to the same conclusion, that he was about to be dinner. Before he could decide on a course of action it was too late, the lion had knocked him to the bed. With the beast perched weightily atop his prey, Dylan squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the end. He didn't want to die here, in this crazy scenario, but his options seemed rather limited at the moment.
But death didn't come, not after ten seconds, not after thirty. Dylan, realizing that he was still not a lion's appetizer, mustered all his will and cracked open one eye ever so cautiously. There, still firmly pressed atop him was the uninvited dinner guest, looking down at Dylan almost as nervously as he was looking at the beast. Now both of Dylan's eyes were locked with the large, amber eyes of the lion. The great beast was breathing short, nervous breaths; mirroring Dylan's fear.
"What could it be waiting for, how come...?" That's when Dylan stopped thinking to himself.
Through the full, black mane and amber eyes of the beast Dylan saw an impossible thing... he saw Jake. With a trembling arm he lifted a hand towards the mighty lion's face. Only a few inches away, the massive cat pushed his broad muzzle into the scared young man's palm. The contact was all the conformation Dylan needed, he knew who this lion was, as impossible as it was, he knew.
"Jake...I...how?" Dylan words were short, anxious, and searching for answers. But Jake had none to reassure him with, even if he had, he couldn't have formed the words. So he did the next best thing he could think of. With Dylan's jaw slightly agape, he lowered his massive head, and pressed his dark lion lips into his boyfriend's. Dylan was shocked, but melted almost instantly at the reassuring gesture. He was kissing a lion, but he was also kissing his boyfriend. Dylan's tongue found the large, rough tongue of the massive beast with ease, as Jake's muzzle had taken up most of Dylan's face. Jake was exceptionally gentle, making sure every tooth glided over Dylan's soft flesh without the possibility of even the slightest nick. Dylan shuddered as the lion's tongue dove deeper, swirling in a mighty lick around his own. Hot breath escaped the lion's kiss and filled Dylan's lungs almost too full. He could taste and smell and feel the power of the creature that was so gingerly perched atop him.
Their hot, breathy kiss broke as Dylan pulled back, now firmly grasping the silky black mane of the lion straddling him. He again looked into the eyes of the mighty creature, still in shock, but fully convinced of the creature's former identity. His hand petted down the lion's broad side, feeling an incredible array of muscle topped with thick flesh and coated with short, black fur. The touch now brought a shudder to the lion's form, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through his body. The pleasure built in one particular spot, causing a plump pink tip to grow from a heavy, black sheath. In a moment the roomed was filled with an unmistakable musk that was undeniably male. As the large organ hung partly into view, the scent hit both human and lion with almost perfect synchronicity and caused both to press firmly into one another. The large, furred orbs of the King weighing down pleasantly atop his mate, as he lowered himself onto his partner, his pride...
...In this Jungle, there would be no sleeping tonight...