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As promised, the paint had soaked in; Keith's forearms already bristled with slashes of orange and black. Giddily, his fingers slid over the rough, short fur before thinking to check with Will about complications. "Go on," he urged, "let's do some more."

"Art can't be rushed," Will countered, reluctance in his voice. "It's not like tattoos, this is permanent."

"That's the point," Keith stated, "besides, I've already paid you."

"Have you thought this through?" Will asked plaintively, "What about your family? Your job? Your friends?"

"I'll do this without you," Keith responded calmly. "I'd rather have you do it."

Will sighed, mumbling, "I'll mix more paint..."

"Thanks," Keith smiled back, pulling off his shirt, his stool creaking.

"This'll take forever," Will added, too late to help dissuade Keith, but doubted it'd work anyway. There was already enough paint to complete Keith's arms, Will estimated, so that seemed the natural place to continue.

Inspecting Keith's references, Will added to the stripes running along Keith's arms. Paint lumps glistened, Keith's body absorbing the ingredients slowly, permanently changing his flesh. He worked up the arms to the shoulders, before returning to the hands.

When Will laughed, Keith grunted a questioning "Hm?"

"Hands are usually the hardest part in art," Will explained. "But I'm jonesing for caffeine." Two hours had passed, and he suspected Keith was staying.

While simple, hands needed care - mistakes meant unusable lumps and artists sued into bankruptcy - but at least there weren't any stripes. The main difficulties for Will were not mixing up fur, claw and paw pad paints and applying enough to keep them usable. "Or maybe not," he wondered. Will asked, "Do you want full paws, or more like hands," Will asked.

"More like hands," Keith answered easily. Will nodded, applying one layer for the desired effect.

With short claws and tough paw pads already bursting or bubbling out of Keith's hands, Will groaned exhaustedly. Leaving to make coffee, he froze and laughed, pulling off his gloves and throwing them away.

Returning with two mugs, one placed on the table, Will warning, "Watch out, it's hot and you won't be used to your new hands." After a stretch, Will drank his coffee, commenting, "I didn't think you'd actually do what I demanded of you."

"You're probably right that painted-off fat wouldn't stay gone," Keith joked, flexing his recently-acquired muscles. They joked for a while, before Will cracked his knuckles and donned fresh gloves.

"Keep your eyes closed," Will stated, "this'll take a while. Faces are the hardest part." Once Keith assented, Will picked up the face brush. Tiger stripes were convoluted, and Will's professionalism and friendship demanded no mistakes. Painstakingly, he etched out Keith's new features. Starting with the top of the shaved head, Will carefully stroked paint over, swiftly dabbing off any drips of black, orange or cream.

Hours passed: Will watched Keith's features disappear, painting him rounded feline ears and slowly coaxing out a muzzle. Prompting for an open mouth, Will pushed the sharp fangs from the mould, gloved fingers pushing them down over the human teeth they'd eventually replace. Removing his gloves, he finally gave Keith the approval to open his altered eyelids, slowly lowering in the contacts, the feline pattern immediately soaking into the eyeballs.

They took another break; Will laughed as Keith got used to talking again. He felt uncomfortable: he knew this was Keith, but he looked completely different between the muscular body and the tiger features.

The back was next. Connecting the stripes from the neck and both arms into one contiguous pattern was a chore, but after the fine, careful work on the face it was almost a breeze. One pants-removal later, and naked Keith's tail was being painted out slowly, followed by the legs. Will's professionalism failed as he noticed Keith's glistening erection, but he quickly refocused on striping the inside of Keith's legs.

"Almost done," Will exhaled, finishing his third coffee while lazily coating Keith's chest with fur-growing paint.

"I look awesome, thank you so much!" Keith's deepened voice exclaimed, posing in admiration which bobbed his erection. "Uh, you're gonna do that, right?" he added, pointing down as Will laughed from exhausted absurdity.

Keith's cock responded well to the paint, the changes happening almost instantaneously. Keith growled in pain as the flesh changed painted barbs bursting out. Growing out the scrotum and adding a sheath were the last parts to do. Absent-mindedly, Keith touched himself as Will waved a hair dryer over his friend.

"Can you stop doing that?" Will complained, and Keith's hands fell away with a disapproving growl.

"Sorry," Keith grinned, tail bobbing, "you've just made my dream come true, man."

"Finally!" Will groaned, sagging in exhaustion. Before him stood a well-toned, six-foot tiger-man, with his friend Keith somewhere inside there. "That'll take some getting used to," he thought, laughing and adding "For him, too!" as Keith yelped, bolting into the air after sitting on his tail.

After Keith ran into the bathroom to admire himself in the mirror and - Will guessed - jerk off, Will cleaned up, careful not to get any paint on himself. Keith offered to help when he came back, but Will insisted he just sit on the couch.

"Fuck, it's late!" Keith exclaimed; the entire day and some of the night had passed.

"Yep," grunted Will, sagging on the couch. "So anyway," he wondered, "what are you going to do now?"

"Make porn," Keith answered proudly. Dumbfounded, Will remained silent, as Keith elaborated, "A rich guy's offering to set us up at his place, and other guys got the same stuff done to them, and..."

Exhausted, Will snapped, howling "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? You fucking idiot!"

Keith snarled, "Where did you think the money came from? I know what I'm doing, I thought-!"

"Go!" Will ordered. Keith grabbed his clothes and stormed out.

Sitting alone, Will's stomach tumbled, queasy at helping his friend ruin his life. He hated it when people suddenly changed on you.