For More Than A Day
rested contentedly in the Funhouse safari park, sharing a patch of shade
with Elsa, Nala and Sarafina. (His mane was so long and thick it acted
like a kind of pillow, which added to his pleasure.) He didn't care for
his new name as much as Circe obviously did, but knew better than to try
and change her mind. Besides, he reasoned, why rock the boat, when he
was happier now than ever before?
Not for the first
time, Leo thought back to the five magical minutes he'd spent in front
of Circe's full-length mirror. Whether or not he lived to be a hundred
-- she'd told him it was a distinct possibility -- one thing was certain:
the memories of his metamorphosis weren't going anywhere (and neither
It had started, of
course, the moment she persuaded him to splash a sweet-smelling drop of
'Aeaea brand hair tonic' onto his threadbare scalp. (How could he say
no to the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen?) He felt a warm tingling
sensation -- far from unpleasant, but certainly unusual -- then noticed
that his hair was growing longer and thicker right before his astonished
eyes. His astonished *amber* eyes! Next, orange-brown hair began sprouting
profusely from the sides of his face, quickly merging with his shaggy,
still-growing coiffure. He gasped at his reflection, mouth opening to
reveal fearsome fangs. He brought his hands up to his face -- and gasped
again! His fingers were shorter, the nails long and pointed, claw-like.
proud of that formulation," said Circe. "One drop is all it
takes to guarantee a full and manly head of hair...for life."
He could feel the
hair on his chest and stomach, as well as his pubic hair, grow and thicken
at an incredible rate. As a tail began to form at the base of his spine
(a tail?!), his trousers felt increasingly tight. His T-shirt too -- he
was *growing*! His ears, now higher up his head than they had been, were
almost hidden by a thick, dark mane. It completely covered his shoulders
and would soon run from crown to crotch, the kind possessed only by the
strongest and most virile alpha males. Whiskers emerged from his skin,
following in the wake of countless tawny hairs. He felt -- and saw --
his skull expand, face stretching outwards into a muzzle, yet somehow,
miraculously, his voice remained human (albeit much deeper).
Circe giggled. "You
know what, Leo? Statistically that's the most common thing my new pets
say!" For all the mirth in her voice, there wasn't a hint of malice.
"I'd have thought the answer was as plain as the broad, flat nose
on your face. You're turning into a lion. *I'm* turning you into a lion
-- a Barbary, to be precise."
"No, NO! It's
"Of course it's
impossible, dear. If it were possible it wouldn't be magic, would it?
That's the *second* most common thing my pets say, by the way."
STOP IT!! PLEASE!!!" He was now too freaked out to notice that his
trousers and underpants had torn open, exposing a long, tufted tail. He
couldn't recognize his own face anymore!
Leo. I don't enjoy watching men squeal and squirm in horror, you know.
I -- well, all right, so perhaps I do, a teeny-tiny bit. But surely a
few minutes' distress is a small price to pay? You're going to have the
most wonderful time living in my safari park. Did you know, my pet, that
lions partake in the pleasures of the flesh some *seventy-five* times
That certainly got
his attention! Circe smiled as the fear on his face started to fade. Transforming
Leo had been a lot of fun, but she would take even greater delight in
hearing him admit -- as all her pets did, sooner or later -- just how
much he preferred his animal form. To that end, her spell was combining
his human consciousness with the instincts and desires of an adult male
lion. Leo had met his maker -- his *re*-maker -- soon it would be time
for him to meet his mates...
a day! Try as he might, he just couldn't stop thinking about it -- and
the more he did, the better he – and the transformation –
felt. On top of that, suddenly the thought of living the rest of his life
without having to worry about money or work or possessions, or even clothes,
seemed irresistible; so enthralled was he with the whole idea of being
a lion that he lost all interest in his struggle to balance on elongated,
digitigrade feet. Holding out his arms, he leant forward and fell heavily
(but harmlessly) onto powerful paws. The jolt on hitting the floor proved
too much for what was left of his clothing (already stretched and shredded),
but nudity now seemed entirely comfortable, as did standing on all fours.
He watched with flabbergasted
fascination as his body continued to grow and change: short, tawny hairs
spreading across the few remaining patches of human flesh… the mane
along his stomach turning thicker and longer… his tail reaching
its full lashing length. Before long, no trace remained of his former
self, not a single molecule: the transformation was complete. Staring
back at him from the mirror was five hundred and fifty pounds of Barbary
lion, by far the biggest, hairiest and most ferocious-looking feline imaginable,
yet Leo felt at ease -- *happy*, even! It was like he was stoned or something,
though his thoughts were still perfectly lucid. How long, he wondered
to himself, would this strange euphoria last?
power to transform extended to her own attire: apart from a golden tiara,
all she wore now was a delicate girdle, from which hung a shimmering length
of diaphanous silk. Her breasts, ample and immaculate, were gorgeous;
Leo only had eyes for the trio of lionesses that had entered the room,
Given the enchanted
events of the past few minutes, he wasn't too surprised when the largest
lioness started talking. "Hello handsome – rrowwr!" Her
voice was young and vivacious, as appealing as the rest of her, and her
growl more of a human-sounding, sensual purr. "I'm Elsa, and these
here -- wow, that mane of yours is REAL sexy, you know that Leo? -- are
my half-sisters, Nala and Sarafina." The twins, no less lovely, greeted
him with great, toothy grins.
he stammered, bewitched by beauty for the second time that day. (And they
*smelt* beautiful, too!) "N-Nice to meet you. Um, but my name's not
Leo. It's O-"
Purring loudly, Elsa
suddenly began licking and nuzzling his face. Nala and Sarafina quickly
joined in, applying their tongues to opposite sides of his body, passionately
homing in on his hindquarters. The lionesses knew it was rude to be so
forward, but the fever that consumed them had to be quenched. They could
talk later, spend their whole lives getting to know this magnificent male
-- so why not have some fun right now?!
"Let's go outside
sweetheart," purred Elsa. (She'd always had a very particular place
in mind for this occasion, a cool and shady spot alongside a gently flowing
waterfall.) Leo sure liked the sound of that. Under a barrage of lascivious
licking, showered with unrelenting affection, he gave in to his growing
desire; what the heck was he doing in this cramped little concrete box
anyway?! His tail swung from side to side in anticipation, and rather
than just say yes (boring!), he joyously wooed the three females with
another mighty, macho roar and a shake of his lush mane. Elsa reciprocated
by turning around and lovingly sweeping her tail across his muzzle just
under his nose. Her dusky scent filled his nostrils and (exactly as Elsa
hoped) he felt the lust with which his body was aching grow even stronger.
He looked up to see the lioness give him a very human wink. "Follow
me, lover boy!"
Circe hadn't seen
a lion run as fast as Leo did just then for quite a while. Another day,
another *very* satisfied customer.