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Chet squeezed his girlfriend's ass as they walked into the building, laughing a little at her bubbly giggle as she pushed him back half-heartedly. "Stoooop, I want to enjoy this spa and, like, I can't if I'm thinking about you the whole time."

Chet rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to him, one of his big, muscular arms wrapping around her thin waist. "C'mon, Tina, don't be that way. You got a smokin' hot body and I'm not gonna be able to see it for three whole days! How am I supposed to keep it in my pants knowing it's not gonna get into you for so long?"

Tina giggled, kissing him on the cheek and running a hand over his face. "Well, maybe we can sneak away during the stay. Like... I can't really stay away that long." She winked, then flipped her perfectly-kept blonde hair back into place. She started to rub up along Chet's stomach, getting the toned male all fired up, at least until Mark butted in.

"Bro, you can't have that here and now! You gotta get her begging, or it's hardly worth it. She loves you, don't you Tina?" Tina nodded eagerly, while Mark smiled, leaning over and planting a kiss on his own girlfriend, his hand very clearly going around to grab her rocking tits. To be fair, Chet would do the same thing if Tina's were that big and perky, but she was toned and tight in all the right places.

Nicole, Mark's girlfriend, moaned into the kiss, then slowly pulled herself away. "Hey! You can't tell them no, then try to cop a feel right here in the lobby. That's totally not fair!"

Mark scoffed, pulling her closer. "As if, I'm the one in charge here, sexy. I got us this weekend trip to the spa, and I figure I've earned a little reward." He reached up for her chest again, while Tina looked around the room, a finger to her mouth in thought.

"So, where's all the attendants? Or other members." She walked over to the counter, ringing the bell on it before leaning against it. "Like... this place had great reviews online. You'd think they'd be busier, ya know?"

"We are rather busy, usually, but we tend to focus on only a few couples at a time." Tina jumped, backing away from the attendant that seemed to pop from nowhere, his green eyes watching her like a hawk. He smiled warmly, though, and went through a register in front of him. "Ah, this weekend we have Tina and Nicole for the lady's treatment, and Mark and Chet for the men's, correct? A fully transformative experience to leave you feeling like new people when you get out."

Mark leaned on the counter, flexing a little as he did to show off how much more ripped he was than the attendant. "Yeah. That'd be what I paid for, man. You going to be helping us out or not?"

The attendant behind the desk laughed, a friendly yet slightly dark laugh that sent his whole body shaking, his orange hair with the black tips swaying on his head. "Ah, wonderful. This is really going to be eye opening for you, I can tell. And yes, I will be helping you, though not initially." Hey green eyes locked on Mark's, then he clapped his hands, letting two male and two female nurses come out of doors to either side of him. All four of them had the same uniform, right down to sharing their lustrous golden hair. It was the kind of hair that would make anyone jealous, and Tina visibly was.

The attendant gestured to the two women attendants, whose heaving breasts were barely contained within the light blue uniform they were wearing. "Tina, Nicole, if you could go with these lovely ladies."

Mark rolled his eyes, looking at the guys. "Aww, what, we don't get to watch anything amazing? Hear the girltalk and watch the makeout sessions? We have to be stuck with these guys."

The main attendant chuckled again, looking at Mark sharply. "I promise, before the end of Sunday, you're really going to be happy you've met them. Now, if you two could go with them..."

Chet looked over at Tina, waving to his girl with a bright smile. "I'll see ya soon, girl. Keep that hot bod doing its thing!"

Tina waved back. "You too! I can't wait to hold mine against you again, studly." She winked, then went through the door, following the female attendants with Nicole in eager tow.

The male attendants bowed, then opened the doors for Chet and Mark. Mark practically snorted, looking at the main attendant. "What, we don't get a good show?"

"If anything is under par, just ask for my assistance and I'll be there as soon as possible. Mr. Keaton, by the way." Keaton pointed to his nametag, which had his name in golden letters with the "New You Spa" logo underneath it. The logo was of a red fox bathing and smiling, pampered by some golden foxes, with the words written on the tub. Tina had thought it totally cute, while Chet was more confused about what foxes had to do with a spa.

Mark just waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Better be worth the money is all I'm saying." He went through the doors, with Chet close behind. Just as the door was closing, Chet could just barely make out Keaton's words.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy working with these four."

Just like that the males found themselves wandering the spa behind the attendants. The place had a real asian flare to it, with long wooden halls and paper screens blocking sight from place to place. Or, at least, they looked like paper screens, as Mark soon found out as he went to poke a hole in one and ended up pulling back his finger in pain from jamming it against the glass panes. He scowled at that, but kept moving afterward, laughing it off.

"Hey, you think this pansy place is going to be worth the money? I mean, look at these guys. Do they even lift? And all this girly girly stuff, like mud masks and wraps..." He motioned jerking off a few times and rolled his eyes. "Nicole better be sucking dick like crazy once we're done with this."

Chet laughed. "She's going to be all over you if this goes well. Girls go crazy for this shit. I heard it feels alright, but, like, who really cares? Had to be a couple's thing and the price was right with you paying." He punched Mark on the shoulder playfully, continuing down the hall. "The sooner we get going, the sooner we'll get it over with."

Mark shoved him back, but laughed after. "So long as they give me a gym for some reps, I'm in. And maybe one with a treadmill for Nicole. Can't have her turning into a cow while she's in here. I don't want to work any harder than I do lifting her against the wall."

Chet scoffed. "As if, Tina's always on about her looks and getting her makeup just right. And with how often they up their Instagram... You'll get real-time updates." He laughed a little, then looked at the attendants, following them as they turned another corner. "Hey, so, what's the rule for phones and stuff? You going to take away all our stuff and make us strip naked or something gay like that?"

The left attendant shook his head, his blonde hair moving and catching the light in the hall, showing its complex sheen. If Chet had cared at all, he might've noticed that, while it was a richer gold than Tina's hair, it was actually kept in much better shape. Probably a perk of working in a spa. Unfortunately, any eye that might've picked out that detail was too busy noticing the lack of tits and ass. The attendant did answer the question though. "You will be provided with clothing suited to your needs as the days go on. And while within the spa, all outside signals and media are blocked to reduce stress and keep you focused on the now. However, while we will have your phone, you will be provided with a tablet that will let you keep in contact with your girlfriends and allow us to personalize your spa experience."

Mark looked at his phone, groaning. "Aw, nobody told me it was going to be three days without the internet. How am I supposed to check out all the instagram girls now?"

The right attendant laughed, then looked back, his emerald green eyes darting between the two men. He looked remarkably similar to the left one. "You will just have to focus on yourself. Try to relax, it will make everything easier." He came up to a door, unlocking it and swinging it open. "This will be for Mark, and Chet, your room is going to be just over there." He pointed to the next door down where the other attendant was unlocking a door. "There are separate spaces for both of you, with beds, desks, paper, mirrors... Items are provided. Within the bathrooms there is a door between your suites, though you may lock that if privacy is required. Please, place your things in the baskets in the rooms and change into the provided clothing and we will return shortly to finish checking you in with your spa experience."

Chet went over to his room, but as the man walked away, he did a jerk off motion to Mark, causing his bro to laugh. They both entered, taking in their respective rooms. It was just as described: A simple, if large bed, easily with space for two and a ton of pillows. "Who has this many pillows? I always toss them out if Nicole gets too many," Mark commented from the next room, showing how thin the walls really were. There was a desk with a journal, two mirrors, one a vanity mirror and one full body, and between the rooms were two bathrooms. They had the usual: toilets, sinks, and a shower/tub combo. Apart from that everything was sparsely furnished, though the light pinks and reds of the room gave Chet a very girly vibe.

He went over to the door separating the rooms, seeing that Mark's was the same way, though the man in question threw a towel at him, already using the toilet. "Dude, what are you, gay or something? Knock first!"

Chet closed the door, laughing. "Sorry bro, figured you'd relax, not mark the place to start." He started to strip as he'd been asked, putting all his stuff away in the basket, even the charger for his phone. He saw, on the bed, the very fluffy, almost luxurious pink robe he'd been given, as well as a tablet sitting next to it. He turned it on, finding a messenger app, a schedule app, and a file labeled "Questionnaire" which he tapped to open. While it was loading, he put on the robe, feeling really silly overall.

The page loaded to a simple question sheet. "Please fill out each answer as honestly as you can. It will help personalize your spa experience." Chet rolled his eyes, then sat on the bed to go over the questions. "1) Why did you choose the New You Spa for your stay?" Chet thought it over, then shrugged. "Because Mark and Nicole were raving about it and Mark landed tickets"

"2) If you could choose a spirit animal for your partner, what would it be?" That one had Chet thinking for a while. He knew he was a real alpha, a lion roaming over all he controlled... but Tina was a little harder. She was a sexy kitten, especially in bed, but... There were so many options. Still, when he got to thinking about it, why make it hard? "A lioness."

"3) Please choose an answer for the following statements: I want to find my perfect form. I believe in always trying to better myself. I'm willing to try anything once. I'm open minded. I trust others to know what's right for me. I truly want to change who I am. I think this spa experience will change me." Chet started hitting the bubbles. "Agree, Strongly Agree, Neutral, Disagree, Strongly Disagree, Disagree, Disagree."

After he tapped those in, it took a moment to load, before playing a little jingle. "Congratulations! Your answers have been logged. Please wait for your associate to take you to the first activity, and have a transformative stay." The questionnaire logged itself out, and Chet scoffed, once more jerking off the air as the company logo popped up. After a moment, though, he went to the schedule, wondering what the first few activities would be.

The schedule for the day was laid out before him: Orientation, Breakfast, Yoga, Acupuncture, Mud Mask, Full Body Massage, Hot Springs, Mud Bath, Pedicure, Dinner... He laughed out loud. "Mark, you see all this gay shit they've got us doing today?"

Mark called back from the other room. "Nah, man. I'm still working on the questions. I can't find my robe. They don't expect me to wear this pink thing do they?"

"I think they do. They have no idea how this man/woman separation thing goes, do they?"

Mark had it on, then walked through the bathroom door, the fuzzy pink thing looking ridiculous on him. "Bro... It's a good thing we can't take pictures out with us. I wouldn't be caught dead in this."

Chet laughed, standing up in his own robe. "Right? It's crazy in here. I expected these for the girls, but not us." He then held up the schedule. "You're seeing this too, though, right? All this girly crap we're supposed to do."

Mark looked it over, rolling his eyes. "Dude, this is... Gonna be shit for a weekend." He frowned, then laughed. "Hey, bro, wanna make it interesting?" Chet nodded. Anything would be better than just going through it. "We should totally go through with it. Do all the stuff, act like we're playing along... Prove how manly we are that all this gay girly shit can't change us, right?"

Chet got up, smirking, but nodded, holding out his arm for them to lock. "It's a deal, bro. We show this place it's gotta be tough to handle real men."

Mark locked arms, and they both pulled in, looking each other in the eyes. "Solid! We'll show 'em." They patted each other on the back, then talked about the little questionnaire. Mark had been a little bit more of a dick about his one, saying that Nicole's spirit animal was a cow due to her big knockers and saying "Strongly Disagree" to everything just to tick them off. It seemed as good a plan as any, and while they talked it over, the doors to both rooms opened simultaneously as the attendants walked in.

Both grabbed the baskets of items, then did a quick sweep of the room. Chet had put all his stuff away, but the one in Mark's room grabbed a few hidden items and tucked them into the basket before walking out and around. As he passed the door, the one with Chet's items handed off the basket, leaving him alone while his partner left. His eyes appraised the two men with him and he smiled. "Wonderful. Now, while neither of you may put a lot of faith in what we're trying to do here, I assure you, we only have your best interests in mind. You're going to be a whole new person after all of this, and the best way to settle in is to follow our instructions."

He stepped into the hall, gesturing with his arm towards the way they had come from. "Now, it's time for breakfast. Follow me as we give you everything you'll need to start the day." He walked off, leaving Mark and Chet looking at each other. Mark did the jerk off motion again, then laughed, walking out and starting to head the other way before the attendant cleared his throat. "No, I said follow me. You wouldn't want to get lost in the halls."

Before Mark could say anything Chet came out, grabbing his bro by the shoulder. "Look, we're doing this thing, right? Proving we're the manliest and above it all. So we can't if we don't play along, right?"

Mark shrugged, but nodded. "Sure, you're right. Alright, lead the way... pansy ass attendant."

"No, no, Pansy does the cooking. I am Goldenrod, and your other attendant is named Yarrow. The ones working with your girlfriends are Zinnia and Jessamine, should it come up. And I believe it will, as the cafeteria is one of the few places you all can meet up and talk about your days in person." He had a smile, but it was tight and focused, before he turned and headed down the hall. "Now, please follow me. Yarrow will be along shortly."

As if on cue Yarrow came from around the corner, the baskets gone and a quick step in his stride. He and Goldenrod flanked Mark and Chet's front and back, leading them through the halls once more and into a dining area. The room was remarkably peaceful, with two tables set up apart from each other in the center of the circular area. They sat at a white table set up in the white section of the circle, while a black table on the other side had their girlfriends at it. The girls were wrapped in blue robes, a lot less fluffy than the guy's. They didn't seem to mind, chatting away with Zinnia and Jessamine as they arrived. They waved at the guys, who waved back, flexing and trying to look cool.

All of the attendants left, leaving the two couples to see each other from across the rooms. There was a divider separating them, but it wasn't much more than some metal poles, so they could talk freely. Chet smirked. "So, girls, how you liking it over there? You think you're going to be able to spend three days here?"

Tina nodded, smiling excitedly. "The beds are a little small, but Zinnia is so nice. She has everything set up for us, and I'm really looking forward to it. Plus, the little questionnaire had me so intrigued, ya know? Like, what kind of information could they get out of us from that?"

Mark laughed. "Hope you put me in a good light, Nicky. I wouldn't want to get something stupid done because of your answers."

Nicole shook her head. "I was truthful all the way down. If we're going to enjoy the place, we've got to put our heart into it, yeah?" Mark was about to return with some jab, but that was when the food was brought out, and he was too busy glaring at the spread. While the girls seemed to be getting bacon, eggs, sausage, and all the protein they could need for the day, the guys had pancakes, yoghurt, fruit... all kinds of light fare that wouldn't help out much at all in building up muscle.

Mark looked at Yarrow... or was it Goldenrod? They really were so similar. "Is this some kind of joke? You've got this spa crap, yoga, all of this, and you expect me to go off of just this rabbit food? How am I supposed to be bulking up and getting shredded with this?"

The attendant simply smiled. "This food caters specifically to all of your needs while you are here. There is a messenger with Mr. Keaton if you don't like it, but I can assure you he will tell you the same. And before you ask, their schedule is different from yours, and they need different fuel. So, please, we catered it just for you. Please do try to enjoy."

Chet rolled his eyes, looking at the plate in front of him. It was mostly fruit, and his pancakes were a little lower, with what looked like strawberry or guava juice instead of Mark's glass of milk. It was two different spreads, even if it was hard to plan at first. He shrugged. "Look, we can yell all day, but this isn't gonna change anything. Better to just get it over with." He hated that these two thought they knew better, but as much as he wanted to get up and do something about it... Tina and Nicole were having fun. And that was the point. He could take a few days of shitty service for his lioness.

Besides, as much as he hated it, whoever was cooking was phenomenal, and every piece of fruit seemed to play off each other perfectly. It wasn't his normal meal, not by a long shot, but... it was too good to complain. And while Mark grumbled a lot about his lack of gains and missing his reps for the day, he settled down once he actually started eating, the noises of a happily satisfied man escaping him when the meal was done.

They waved to the girls on the way out, and Chet opened up his tablet, sending a few messages to his girlfriend and getting a couple back, confirming that part wasn't BS at least. "Hope you're enjoying the spa. Can't wait to see how flexible you are when all this pampering is over." She responded with a heart to that, and he grinned, closing it back up. "Alright, let's get this yoga thing over with."

Yarrow and Goldenrod took them to a large, sparse room with three mats laid out on the floor. Goldenrod bowed, then walked off, preparing for the next room, while Yarrow took his position on the lead mat. "Now, please pay close attention to my motions and try to follow along. I assure you, it'll work off the meal and leave you ready for the day." He started in a meditative position, motioning for the two to join him.

Chet rolled his eyes, then laughed at Mark. "Heh, bet I can do more of these than you. You should see the knots I get into to please Tina."

Mark laughed. "Alright, you're on. Though, really, you should be tying her in knots, not the other way around." They took the same position as Tarrow, following his motions and moving through the positions. Behind them soothing music played, and a light incense filled the air. The combination was actually incredibly soothing, calming Chet's mind, and as he went from pose to pose, he was quite surprised at the ones he could accomplish, nailing every single one with a little effort.

He felt flexible and limber, full of energy, and calm. Like a cat lounging after a good nap. He could even get his leg all the way up in ways he was sure he couldn't normally bend. Of course, doing so in the fluffy robes was a little odd, and any time Mark saw him peeking he tried to flash Chet his junk, but the entire experience was remarkably relaxing. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad.

From there Yarrow led them to the acupuncture room. The incense was even stronger here, a slight medicinal herbal smell lingering in the air. Goldenrod was there, needles laid out in front of him, with a second set laid out for Yarrow. Chet had a tattoo, so he wasn't so worried about it, but he could see Mark starting to freak out. He punched his bro in the shoulder. "What, you chickening out now? Can't even take a few needles like a girl."

That was enough to get him down on the table, both of them naked while the attendants did their thing. As the first needle was coming in, Chet tensed, but Goldenrod, who was working on him, paused, waiting for him to relax before inserting it. It didn't even hurt, the warmth just spreading out like a crackling ember. Each new needle had his whole form relaxing, warmth spreading through his body until it felt like he was awash in a warm glow. He groaned softly, feeling in absolute heaven, while the glow had a different effect on his junk. He was getting worked up, something he wasn't expecting, especially around a bunch of dudes.

After the first needle Mark had shut up, groaning and moaning the whole time, bellowing like a bull at every new sensation. Another quick glance gave Chet a perfect view of his bro's cock... something he didn't look at at all since high school or in the gym showers, but it was raging and ready. Gross.

While they lay there, melting from the wondrous feeling of the needles opening up their chakras or whatever BS the attendants had spouted, Goldenrod moved to the front of the room, pulling out a bucket of strange, light green goop. "This is the mud mask. It will help exfoliate your skin and give it an exuberant feeling."

Mark waved his hand softly, still groaning from the wonderful feelings running through him. "No need for that stuff. Give it to the girls, they'd love it."

Chet smirked. "C'mon. A little mud too dirty for you? Didn't realize I was in here with a cuck."

Mark glared his way, but only for a moment, the soothing surroundings draining it from him quickly. "Alright, do your thing."

Honestly, the next few hours were a blur. There was the application of the masks, whose light floral scent ran through Chet's nose and made him relax and feel wonderful, his face tingling from the mud. Then the massage happened, working out any remaining tension and feeling like it was molding his body back into proper shape. The hot springs flushed his body, which felt more open and clean than it had ever, and then the mud bath made his whole form tingle so wonderfully. Once that was cleaned, the pedicure made his feet feel wondrous, like he was stepping on air, his toes looking better than they ever had.

The whole time Mark was complaining, but it was clear he was actually getting into it. Not enjoying it, and Chet kept having to goad him into it, but they'd made a bet to make it all happen, and he was gonna stick it through. After everything was done, the two of them stood in front of mirrors, looking over their skin, feeling relaxed and refreshed, and Chet flexed a little. "Hey, bro, do I look any better? I feel like a million reps."

Mark laughed, but nodded. "You look like two million, man! I don't think I've ever looked this good, have I? Don't answer-" He saw the smirk on Chet's face, though Chet was agreeing. "My feet feel amazing, and I just..." He lowered his robe a little, looking at his chest, his stomach, pretty much everything, down to the tent at the bottom of it. "This is gonna be worth the money, I think. Too bad the ladies weren't there to give us happy endings."

Chet laughed. "I hear you. Though at the end of this, can you imagine what knots we'll be able to tie them in? It's gonna be great." They high fived, then headed out of the locker room, being led back to the dining area. The girls looked clear as well, if somehow a little more buff and toned. The tables had also swapped, their table now black in the white zone, while the girls were at a white one in the black zone.

Tina looked at them, then nodded. "Ooooh, it's a yin-yang! That's, like, so cool. Like, the whole duality of nature thing? Right on." She had one tattooed just above her ass, and right now, Chet would've paid to see it... but he sat down, feeling smooth and clean and amazing as food was brought out.

Unlike breakfast there was protein, but it did seem like the girls had the lion's share still. But everything tasted heavenly. Apparently gazelle was a delicacy, and the flavors exploded succulently in Chet's mouth. With the girls right there and all that sensitivity from the treatments, he almost thought he was going to cream his robe on the spot.

After dinner they were brought back to their rooms, where Yarrow made one final announcement to the pair. "We are going to lock you in over the evening. Can't have you roaming the halls and ruining your surprises. Still, we are on the tablets if you need anything, and in case of emergency, the keys are right here. If it ever gets to be too much, you can break glass, get the key, and leave." He slid open a little door in the wall, showing a glass pane. On the other side was a bowl, in which, once the door's locks clicked, the keys were dropped.

Chet lounged in front of the vanity mirror, looking over his soft skin and the way his body practically glowed. He felt amazing, as much as he hated to admit it... He got up, going to the door connecting the rooms, to find Mark wearing nothing, just looking at himself in the mirror. "Gaaaaaaay!" Chet called out, causing Mark to turn around and smirk.

"Oh, you'd love it if I was, wouldn't you. After all that pampering, you'd love to get into this hot piece of ass, eh bro?" He laughed, then pushed Chet back towards the bathroom. "It's what you get for not knocking! Now let me be, I gotta send Nicole pictures of what she's missing." He grabbed the tablet, starting to take dick pics to send across the messenger app.

Chet went back to his room, taking a shot of himself to send to Tina, who sent back a picture of herself. She looked toned, fit, and fierce, the perfect lioness he'd called her as. They talked for a bit, missing each other, sexting, joking... but eventually Chet got tired, curling up in his soft bed, with his soft skin, feeling just wondrous as he went to sleep.

The next morning he yawned slowly, feeling refreshed and well rested. He swung his legs around off the bed, kicking them out to stretch, before he landed on his toes. As he went to push down, though, it hurt a little, and he wondered if maybe something had gone wrong with the treatment. He shrugged, standing surprisingly naturally on his toes as he draped himself in the robe and walked to the bathroom to do his morning thing.

He drained the lizard, then went over to the mirror, flicking on the light to see the beautiful face that he'd been left with the night before. However, as the light came on, he gasped, eyes locked on those in the mirror. His face was his, but it was a little softer, a curve to it that he hadn't been expecting. His ears looked... like they'd moved? Heading higher up his head? He realized he was still on his toes and looked down, noticing two big differences right off the bat: a small pair of breasts that blocked his view. Underneath that, his cock seemed to be shrinking, and his feet looked like a cat's paw.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" Mark yelled from behind the door, perfectly summarizing the thoughts in Chet's head. Still, with his bro in trouble, he ripped open the door, then froze, staring at the sight before him. Mark was different too, his face rounded out, his ears a little larger, almost flopping, while two small horns seemed to be poking out of his hair. His breasts were way bigger... a thought that Chet hated made him have a strange twinge of jealousy, and down on his feet were a pair of hooves looking in a similar configuration to Chet's feet. The thing, on top of everything else, that had Mark's attention, though, were the four extra nipples protruding from his stomach on a little fleshy bag.

He looked at it, then at Chet who had just barged in, and groaned. "Dude, what the fuck! You're so beautiful and I'm sitting here getting fatter."

Chet raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend like he was crazy. "So, you're not freaked out about the boobs or... that or anything?"

Mark waved his hand. "Pff, we already told them we're better than all this. Too bro for this to take root. We'll beat 'em at their own game." He then looked back at the mirror, gently massaging that weird lump of flesh on his stomach. "I wonder if it will get bigger... I bet they'd like that, wouldn't they?"

Chet's jaw dropped, but he shook his head, trying not to think of his friend's new form as sexy, or the fact he liked his own curves in the mirror. "Look, this isn't normal. I'm calling Keaton and demanding he do something about this."

Just then the door opened, the man just mentioned walking through. Much like them, he seemed to have sprouted fox ears and a tail, though they were red, matching his hair. "Ah! Speak of the devil and he appears, it seems. Can I help you?"

"What the hell are you doing to us? This isn't natural!" He gestured to his legs, his chest, all of it. But the fox man just chuckled.

"Ah, no, strictly speaking, it's not. But it IS what you agreed to. We'd help you find your inner you, someone better than you were, where you can truly be yourself... Even if you can't see it, I assure you, you're going to love who you become." His smile spread wide, his grin looking almost evil, before he gestured to the door. "Now, if you could follow Yarrow, we'd like to begin the day."

Chet glared at him, winding back for a punch, but Mark's hand caught his arm. The fingers were kind of hard at the tips, but the hand itself was incredibly soft, and the feeling of skin on skin had both of them shivering at just how sensitive they were. "No~ooooo~ don't give in, Chet. Remember our little bet? You're not gonna chicken out now just because of something like this. We have to beat them at their own game." He winked playfully, then walked towards Keaton, his hips swaying a little. "Well now, how could we say no when you put it that way? Where is that cute little friend of yours?"

Chet could hardly believe the words leaving Mark's mouth, or the girly tone he took as he stepped forward. He could even see the small nub of a tail swishing on his backside... it was nuts. Did Mark seriously not get that? Yarrow and Goldenrod entered the room as well, also with fox ears that matched their hair colors, and the beginnings of fur on their features. "You guys are all crazy!"

"Crazy like a fox," said Keaton, before he laughed to himself. "Now, come along, breakfast is waiting." He gestured letting Yarrow and Goldenrod come in and gently grab Chet and Mark. Chet wanted to fight back, but the feeling of their strong hands on his arm made him shudder strangely, a tingle running through the back of his mind. He was defiant, but he willfully went along, not wanting to break contact from these strong male hands... He shook his head, trying to push out the thoughts as they made their way to the dining area.

The tables were set up the same way, both of them sitting at a black table in the white side of the floor, while the girls were across the room. Mark hardly seemed to notice them, his eyes on Goldenrod as he continued to make little flirty kisses and bat his eyelashes. It was... so unlike him, but maybe... maybe he was just getting really into this whole bet thing. Yeah. That had to be it.

Across the room Tina and Nicole hadn't gone through the night unscathed either. Both of them were sporting the same bent back legs, their toes controlling their movement on the ground, while they seemed to be engaged in an arm wrestling competition. Muscles flexed visibly, which got a strange surge of arousal rushing through Chet. He found himself rooting for Tina, whose hair seemed to be starting to surround her neck, almost like a mane, and she had a tail whipping out the back of her robe. Nicole had horns as well, much larger than Mike's, and was sporting the same hooves. She struggled with Tina for a bit, but Tina finally seemed to win just as food came out.

"Ha! Two for two! I told you you couldn't beat me~!" Tina looked proud of herself, then turned, seeing Chet for the first time and waving. "Hey there sexy! How'd your first day go? Get a good feel for the place?"

Chet ran over to the divider, calling Tina over. "This is crazy, right? We're not supposed to be warping or anything, are we? This can't be what we signed up for?"

Tina looked confused if anything, patting him on the back with a surprisingly strong hand. "Woah, settle down there. I feel like a million bucks. You just gotta relax, bro, and let the spa do their thing." She winked at him, then wandered back to the table, while Chet was guided back by the attendants, too stunned to really fight back.

Again, the food was disproportionate, though it was clearer this morning. Fruit salad, some carefully prepared eggs, and a healthy smoothie for Chet, buttermilk pancakes and a tall glass of milk for Mark, and the girls had enough meats to get them through a week of hard training. And as much as Chet wanted to hate it, it tasted so good, so... right. It seemed to spark in the back of his mind, letting him know he was doing the right thing... that might've been the worst part of it all.

Keaton seemed to drift away at some point during the breakfast, but he returned soon after, standing in the center of the room and addressing everyone. All four attendants stood around him, and Chet could now see they all had matching ears, tails, and a few fur markings appearing on their faces, while Keaton's were the most pronounced. He smiled as he spoke. "Now, welcome to day two, my lovely couples. I know it's been a bit of a confusing start, and you're getting used to things you weren't feeling yesterday, but I assure you: you're going to love your new you. Now, please, do continue your day with the attendants, and I will check in throughout to make sure everything is satisfactory."

Chet hadn't even checked his tablet, but as he did, he found the schedule easily. It was similar to the day before, though the seaweed wrap and the mani/pedi had shuffled the schedule around. He swiped over to the messages, only seeing a couple from Tina telling him how great she felt... Was he really overreacting? This couldn't be planned, could it? He was contemplating it as he followed Yarrow, not even paying attention to where his feet were taking him until he ended up in the yoga studio.

Yarrow took his position before the class, then dropped his clothes, revealing he had on nothing but a very tight thong that showed off everything. "Please, if you two could drop your robes, we can get started where we left off yesterday. It will help you move and the energy flow through you."

Mark laughed... or, really, more giggled, dropping his robe quickly. "If you wanted to see us naked, you could've just asked. I've got a lot to show." Chet looked over, expecting a jerk off motion, or a cross chop across his crotch... not the hip wiggle and wink that went with it.

Chet held his robe up, looking at his naked, changed bro. "Dude, we're still bros, right? We're too masculine for this, above this girly shit... that's still the case, right?"

Mark let out a huff, rolling his eyes and putting his hands on his hips. "Well, duh! You think I actually want to get with that? I mean, look at him! He lifts, but not nearly enough to match us." Chet had been actively avoiding looking at the attendant, but with the prompt he found his eyes wandering... and strangely enjoying the view.

He didn't know if it was the incense in the air, or the soothing music, or something had really changed in him, but he was actually looking over the toned, muscular form of Yarrow with an appraising eye. Not just seeing if he could win the fight, or trying to see if he was the alpha in the room, with muscles bigger than who he was looking at, but... actively judging whether or not he was hot. Those toned muscles, the golden fur, that huge bulge under his speedo...

He bit his lip, mind wandering, and for some reason his cock was up. He looked down, past what he could only describe as breasts, to see his dick, way smaller than it had been, standing at full attention and leaking. He groaned, shaking his head and shoving out all those horrible thoughts.... this had to be a nightmare. Just get through this shit and you can focus on getting out later, he forced himself to think as he entered the beginning pose, starting the new yoga routine.

The positions were much more demanding than the day before, and he swore much more sexualized. More than once he found himself looking right at Yarrow's ass, or bending backwards to be face to face with Mark's throbbing, tiny junk. The whole time he swore he saw Mark watching Yarrow like a hawk, eyes locked on his muscles and his bulge. It made him a little worried... that wasn't at all like the Mark of even yesterday. This place was definitely getting to them.

He realized he was having that thought as he was bent almost into a pretzel, his face inches from his own crotch while he balanced on one leg. The fact that he could feel his arousal, but couldn't even hardly see his dick anymore, freaked him out. He shot out of the pose, whipping back up to standing, and something smacked him in the back of the leg. Looking back, it seemed he was growing a tail too, long and thin and very mobile, almost like a cat's. As it curled around his leg, he felt himself rubbing his legs together, the skin sensitive, the touches electric... he hated, very much, how much he loved it, but he could feel the arousal pulsing, a small nub surging with need in front of him... "You keep shrinking my cock like this, I'm not even going to be able to use it!"

"Oh, shush, even in that tiny nub you've got more manliness than this whole spa combined. Though I'm sure Yarrow would like to prove you wrong, wouldn't he?" Mark's tail was much shorter, with tufts of fur growing at the end of it, and he continued to watch Yarrow carefully while the attendant finished up his stretches.

"There's no need to fight me on that front. I'm not worried about it. And, really, you have other things to worry about." He stepped to the door, holding it open and gesturing for them to go ahead without changing. Beyond it was a room that was getting to be familiar to them now: the spa proper. There were massage tables and chairs and all that would be required to really pamper someone, and they seemed quite intent on it. Yarrow walked forward, meeting Goldenrod, who was in a similar state of undress, his toned body sporting an impressive package. They both gestured to one of the chairs, waiting for Chet and Mark to get in.

Mark did so eagerly, strutting and flicking up his tail theatrically before sitting down and lounging in Goldenrod's chair. Chet wasn't nearly so eager his new tail flicking behind him, showing his unease as he sat down. It was nice that his long, thin, feline tail could slip through the hole in the chair, but he still hated being naked in the spa, especially with all the excitement coursing through his chest. After all, with two hot men in the room, he had to look his best... I mean... Brain, what the hell?

The pampering began immediately, and it was so damnably good. Gentle massages over their scalps turned the two into little happy puddles, before those hands moved lower. Try as he might to fight the urge, Chet found himself craning his neck into the feelings, arousal flushing his body, even as he didn't have much of a cock to show it off. He shuddered, purring slightly as they moved down his neck, then over his front, gently massaging the growing mounds of flesh on his chest. His ears went flat against his head, a small whine leaving his lips. Why did it have to feel so good?

Mark wasn't holding back nearly as well, mooing with pleasure as hands played with his nipples, then moved down to what was quite clearly becoming an udder. He might have been calling Nicole the cow, but it was clear that he was the one becoming one. He groaned and mooed, bucking his hips into Goldenrod's hands as those fingers played lower, heading down towards his hooves. There gentle massages were given to the hard feet, before they were delicately placed in a waiting tub to soak, massagers on the soles sending tingles up Mark's body.

Chet was getting a similar treatment, his paws, for that's really what they were, being massaged and kneaded, the claws flicking in and out of them with the pressure, before being placed in the pool of water to soak. He shuddered at the vibrations, and the hands traveling up his legs, touching and gliding against every single inch. He squirmed, but felt himself pushing towards it, loving this affection and attention he was being given. As the fingers brushed past his thigh they slipped between his legs, only for a moment, and he gasped as he felt them touching something new, something wet... Something needy. He jumped, looking down past his chest to what was, quite clearly, a pussy between his legs. It burned and sparked with the merest touch... no wonder Tina loved sex so much if it felt like that!

The gentle massages continued up and down their bodies, while Keaton slowly walked into the room. Chet tried to cover himself with his hands, which made only the feeblest attempt before being pushed aside by Yarrow, while Mark seemed to just spread his legs and try to tease the incoming manager. Still, the red fox just smiled, looking between the two. "I must say, you're coming along quite well! I hardly even recognize you. Though, I thought you'd like to see this." He took one of the spa tablets out from his jacket and turned it towards them, showing off the video playing on it.

Tina and Nicole were in the middle of a workout session it seemed, both of them pumping iron and cheering each other on. Tina's mane was really growing in, and her muscles were rippling beautifully with every rep, something Chet's eyes were locked on the whole time. Mark was much more interested, however, in the bull that Nicole was becoming, her horns gleaming in the light, her muscles rippling to the point that she didn't even wear a bra, her pecs far too powerful. And from this angle, watching two female foxes talk them through the reps, the cock and balls dangling between her legs was a sight to see.

Chet managed to rip his eyes away from the screen, glaring at Keaton. "What the heck do you want from us? Why change us into girls and them into guys? Why are you doing all of this?" Why do I like her mane so much? Or want to see what package SHE'S sporting? He kept those questions in his horrified mind, trying to focus on his anger.

Keaton just chuckled, putting away the tablet. "I told you, I'm trying to make you into a better you. The real you. The true, new you you never even knew you were." He stepped forward, coming right up to Chet, and slowly ran his finger up his side, moving from his hips up to his developing breasts. "I never would've guessed quite how receptive you all would be, I'll be honest. Most of them are like you. But tell me this: do you honestly hate it?" Chet shuddered under his touch, the feeling electric on his skin, and as the hand moved to cup under his breasts, he let out a soft moan. "Precisely. Just say the word and I can turn it all around. Though, would you really like to ruin everyone's fun?"

He walked over to Mark, running that same electric finger from his much larger chest down to the udder, tweaking one of the four teats on it. "You know, when I showed the girls the video of you doing yoga, you should've seen their eyes widen and light up. This, right here? Nicole's going to have a field day when she sees it." He patted the udder lightly, getting a soft and sensual moo from Mark, before he walked off. "Well, do have fun. I need to make sure dinner is coming along properly. But if there's anything you need, do let me know.

Chet's body trembled, the mix of emotions running through him taking all of his focus. The hatred, the anger, the fear, the confused lust... he didn't know what was happening with himself, and the fact that he could be teased and talked to and couldn't muster up his own voice... was this really what he wanted? He let out another moan involuntarily, his body feeling electric under Yarrow's touches, even as the fox did something as simple as a hand massage. Being pampered, having his looks taken care of... he felt amazing, better than he ever had. And the shame pumping through his veins hurt, his tail flicking and twitching in anger at the dampness growing between his legs.

Slowly the massage came to an end and they were helped out of their chairs, made to look at each other for a moment. While both of their bodies had definitely changed, Chet could still see his bro in Mark's face, though it was hard. Mark kept making eyes at the attendants, goading them with jokes and flirting. "What are you doing, bro? What's with all this gay shit?"

Mark just laughed, which sounded a lot more like a giggle. "Come on! I wouldn't let them," he rubbed his thighs together, clearly thinking otherwise. "Besides, if they gave in, we could just top them. Prove ourselves the alphas." The wide eyes and dropped jaw of Chet made Mark laugh. "Kidding! Kidding. Fuck, bro, chill out."

Even as they talked, the two golden foxes began to wrap them in seaweed, moving from their legs up, paying special attention to all the new, changing, growing places on both the men's bodies. "This will draw out all of the toxins from your skin," Goldenrod explained, continuing to wrap around Mark's udder and under his breasts. "It will remove anything that shouldn't be there, allowing for healthy growth to truly begin." As the wrap finished, they were brought back to the mud baths. It was a different color, and the scent in the air had fresh earth and incense, but also a floral aroma that caused Chet's eyes to go wide and his heart to pound, the room swirling a little. Did they just drug me?

"Catnip does wonders in small doses. Surprisingly useful for all kinds of things, but mostly to reduce anxiety," Yarrow explained, helping Chet get into the mud bath and sink in while all wrapped up. The smell was immediately intoxicating, the room spinning and every nerve coming alive. Yarrow chuckled. "Just relax and take it all in, friends. Soak to your heart's content."

The words were entering his head, but he wasn't hearing any of them, the warmth and pressure of the mud pressing through the wraps making his skin tingle, like a thousand hairs were standing on end in every last inch of it. He couldn't fight back, his legs like jelly as he sank further and further, leaning against the tub. It was relaxing, the pounding in his chest slowing, his vision clouding a little as he took in huge, deep breaths of the herbal mud bath. As he relaxed, Yarrow came and slowly covered his face with a mask, slathering every inch of it in a cool, equally sensational smelling mask that tingled oh so wonderfully. Chet closed his eyes, purring happily, only to find a cool pressure placed on his lids.

"Cucumber, to draw out any puffiness. But do keep your hands out, please, we aren't done yet, and we think you'll enjoy," Yarrow's voice seemed to drift from far off, echoing in Chet's mind as he drifted through a dark, glorious haze. His whole body felt like it was being hugged by a lightning storm, tingling from head to toe to the tip of his tail, while his hands were slowly moved. He could feel the filing, the spreading, the massages, but all the sounds were coming from somewhere else, like he was floating free of his form. He could hear his purrs, Mark's moos, even soft yips and huffs from Yarrow and Goldenrod, but apart from his body lighting up with sensation, his world was dark and relaxing.

Whether he drifted off to sleep or floated through the void for hours, he didn't know, but eventually he was brought back to the waking world by the coolness lifting from his eyes, light spilling through his lids. He squinted, wincing away from it, as his heart rate settled. It nearly felt like it had been stopped, then rushed ahead, but he knew that wasn't the case. The intoxicating smell was slowly lifting, as well as the full body hug as the mud was removed from the tub to be cleaned. He kept his eyes shut for a few more moments, stretching his limbs, and he felt both his hands and feet feeling odd. He cracked open one eye to look, purring at what he saw.

His hands looked soft, but strong, their shape a little odd, but as he flexed, claws flicked out. They were painted a most lovely pink, matching the golden... whatever it was they'd placed over his hand. Some kind of glove, maybe? He looked down at his feet, seeing them similarly coated, the toes spread and claws flexed out and drying from their painting. It was, actually, really adorable and made his heart skip a beat. He felt beautiful... Then he shook his head. Why the hell would he care?

Yarrow's hand grabbed his, and while the thought of striking out with claws and making a run for it came to Chet's head, he was much too calm and felt too good to make it happen. He let Yarrow pull him up, looking to see his face looking different, a bit more narrow and long, those fox-like features really coming in, with golden fur running over it. As he stepped out of the tub, he saw Mark all wrapped up, white and black spotted gloves on his hands and over his hooves, it seemed, though his chest and udder also seemed to have swollen out a little. Mark was looking to be in his own calm trance, acting like he'd just woken from an amazing nap.

Goldenrod looked to be almost a twin of Yarrow as he turned on the portable shower head, washing off the mud on Mark while Yarrow did the same to Chet. Big, bushy golden tails flitted behind their every movement as they cleaned off all the mud, then started to unwrap the two men. Chet watched Mark carefully, wanting to see how his bro fared after all of this, his mind still in a little bit of a haze. He watched the green of the seaweed peeling away, replaced by white and black in large blotches that covered Mark's body... and slowly he realized those weren't gloves. Apart from his hair and his udder, Mark was covered horn to hoof in fur.

Chet then remembered his own tingling and the 'gloves' he'd been wearing, looking up his arms and down his body. Tip to tail, he was covered in a warm golden fur, with lighter yellow running down his front and over his breasts. He let out a yelp, running his fingers through the fur, only to purr and shudder at the sensation. It was so comfortable, so warm, and he could feel every touch even more intimately than any sensual flick of a finger over his skin. Between his legs he could feel a burning wetness, and squeezing his thighs together he could feel it spreading over his fur there too. His tail raised high, still flicking in agitation, as he tried to get a hold of his thoughts. When Yarrow brought him the big, pink, fluffy robe he put it on without thinking, following the fox out through the hall and into the dining area.

There was a smell in the air past food that rushed through Chet's body, making it react. Musky, powerful, masculine... His tail twitched and flicked as he tried to figure out what it was and why it made him so damn aroused. It was then that he saw the tables. Across the room Tina and Nicole were sitting at the black table over the white half of the floor, pushing each other playfully and talking in deep, rumbling voices. Seeing the two muscular furs talking, laughing, and slapping the asses of the vixens giving them their food... For some reason it turned Chet on. "H-hey, Tina! How're you hanging in there, girl?"

"Low down to the floor. But seeing you changed that right up~." Tina turned, the tiny exercise shorts she was wearing doing absolutely nothing to conceal her large cock and balls, which dangled freely from her shorts. And, true to her word, her cock started to rise, a grin coming to her masculine, leonin face. "Well now, you're looking fit yourself. Do you think you'd fit on me?" She grinned and pointed to her cock, her smile more cocky than her throbbing length.

A flicker of a memory went through the back of Chet's head, remembering when he was drunk in a bar and met her the first time... that had been his actual pick up line. He groaned at how cheesy it was, and yet he couldn't take his eyes off her. Not even when she high-fived Nicole, who whistled towards Mark. "Hey girl! Big as a cow, but that's no problem! Back that ass over to the fence and let me get a real good look at what you got."

Chet winced, sure that would be the last straw. Even with everything else, he was himself... he knew it. If he held on, knowing he was male, he could get through this. But where he expected Mark to finally snap, he just heard a playful moo. "Well now~ An eager bull like you, I could show it all off. You wouldn't want to see my milkshake, would you?" He dropped his robe, shaking both his tits and the huge udder swaying on his front while Tina and Nicole whistled and hollered. That drew Chet over, the feminine lion glaring at his friend.

"Look, what about that whole 'We're manlier than they could ever be, beating them at their own game' thing? You're just encouraging them! At this rate it sounds like you just want to be their bitches, submitting and moaning like the cow they're trying to make you! That's supposed to be her job!" Chet pointed towards Nicole, trying very hard not to picture in his mind how wonderful it would be to be moaning under the lion Tina was, his crotch burning, wet, and needing to be fulfilled.

Mark waved it off, continuing to shake his tits for his girl. "Lighten up! We're still in charge. Why not play along a little and let everyone have fun? Girls just want to have fun, you know? But we know who needs who more." He flicked up his tail, waving his ass for them as well, before food arrived and he was more or less forced to sit and eat by Goldenrod. Meanwhile, Chet sat looking at his friend suspiciously, worried about everything going on. All day he'd been acting weird... this play was really starting to seem, well... more than play.

Chet got a little quiet, focused on his meager meal and contemplating... well, a lot of things. From how much everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves to the strange sensations that rushed through his body every time his chest was touched or his fur was rubbed... Even the damp between his thighs, something he often teased Tina about, was a new and exotic experience... and not one he hated. He really wished he hated any of this, it would've made it a lot easier to resist, but it was all so pleasurable... it all felt so right.

As food was done Chet simply stood up on his own, heading towards the exit. He wanted to get to his room and think. If he could just clear his head, stop getting lost in all this pleasure, maybe he could figure himself out. "Check your tablet before you go to bed, Kitten. I'll have a surprise for you." He turned to see Tina making a jerk off motion over the huge bulge in her pants, and he bit his lip, continuing on towards the room with his tail flagged high.

The two golden fox attendants led him and Mark to their rooms, letting them inside and locking them in. As much as he wanted to complain, he sort of... let it happen, mind wandering to his girl and her thick, wonderful cock... that he was in no way attracted to. He shook his head. "God, how gay do they have you thinking? C'mon man, toughen up. Man up. You got this." He stood in front of the body mirror, removing his clothes and turning around slowly, gazing over his whole body.

He wasn't going to lie: he looked nice. Toned body, beautiful, lustrous fur, slender, sensual legs, and a beautiful set of tits that set the whole thing off well. It was no rack like on Mark, but he was a cow, of course he was going to be bigger... Chet growled at himself. "Why the hell do I care if they're bigger? I didn't want boobs in the first place!" His growl turned into an angry roar, and he contemplated smashing the mirror, hoping to channel some of that rage he knew he could get into when drunk, but he just wasn't feeling it. He slumped down against the bed, sighing in a high, soft voice while his hands gravitated to his chest.

He moaned, slowly massaging his breasts, taking the nipples in his fingers and twisting them gently with a purr. "Aww, who am I kidding? What man wouldn't play with his breasts if he grew a pair?" It was like lightning shooting up his spine, making him lean forward, pressing against his own hands. He rubbed his thighs together, feeling the heat, the wetness, and the tingle of need as his skin rubbed against itself, fur teasing parts of his body he'd never had before...

And then the tablet dinged at him. He dropped everything, shaking his head and shuddering at the memory of the wondrous feelings coursing through him, repulsed by it. "A nice chat with my girl will solve everything." He turned on the app, then froze, jaw dropping. The picture presented, frozen in time, was a shot of the muscular, masculine lion Tina had become, her mane filling the corner of the camera while her muscles rippled, the hand not holding the tablet showing off her glorious shaft. Even frozen, it seemed to bounce and throb, the spines along it catching Chet's breath in his throat... wondering how amazing it would feel.

Try as he might, he couldn't bring himself not to hit the button, starting the video. He heard her deep, masculine moans, watching her face as it loosens for a moment in bliss, then returns to the smirk. "Hey babe. Just thinking about how much I want to see you ride this thing... I know you'd love it. Let me show you what you're missing." It was clear from the throbs and the dripping pre that Tina had been at it for a while. But as Chet watched, eyes transfixed, Tina grabbed her cock in a muscly hand, pumping hard and fast. Her mane twitched with the motions, her face contorting in pleasure... and then she thrust her hips forward, roaring out loudly.

With the roar came a thick, powerful rope of cum that splashed against the wall, leaving a trail of white across the floor. It was met by another, and another, the roar turning into moans and gasps of pleasure. Chet bit his lip, his fingers gliding down between his legs, before closing around nothing, no shaft to pump. He watched the cock throbbing, feeling his own arousal burning with need, before Tina finally panted, looking at the camera and licking cum off her hand. "This should be your job... Show me how much you miss me, sweet thing~." The video stopped there, with cum on her hand and a mess in the background.

Chet looked at the video, then at his need, including the small puddle forming under his lower lips after watching everything. He started to reach for it, but froze... that was too weird. But maybe he could make do with his breasts? He turned on the video recording, trying to look sexy as he propped up the tablet. "Hey yourself, babe. Don't you remember how you looked like this? I bet you'd love to feel it again." He started to moan lightly, teasing his breasts for the camera, when the door between the rooms was kicked open.

He froze, looking towards Mark, whose chest heaved along with his udder, which looked swollen and needy. Below it, the entirety of his thighs were drenched. He looked at Chet with pure lust in his eyes. "Did you see Nicole's video? Fuuuuuuuuck~!"

Chet shook his head, dropping his hands from his breasts. "No... Tina sent one... I was thinking of a response, but it's a bit, umm... private." He looked at Mark, but found the bovine coming closer, his eyes focused on a very particular place. Chet crossed his legs. "Hey, so... can I help you with something?"

Mark grinned widely. "Of course! You can help me give them a way better show!" He dove down to the ground, startling Chet from the heavy landing and the moan of pain and pleasure as those breasts were squeezed under Mark's weight. However, Mark didn't skip a beat, diving forward with his big, broad muzzle and his powerful tongue to lick and lap at the very folds Chet had been so worried to touch. That broad, long, wonderful tongue inched further and further, snaking deeper and deeper into Chet's body.

He was shocked from the sudden dive between his legs, his hands going down to grab onto Mark's horns, only for him to moan and throw his head back and his chest out, hands unsure whether they should push away or pull closer. His whole body lit up with pleasure, every single sensitive hair standing on end as his pussy was not just touched or teased, but fully eaten out with aplomb... by his best friend. Never, in his wildest dreams, would he have considered a blowjob with Mark. That was way too gay. And yet here he was, Mark's head between his legs, getting his genitals sucked on and licked at by his best bro.

That thought finally pushed through, and with a herculean shove, he managed to push Mark back enough to snake that long bovine tongue from his body. He shuddered, seeing himself dripping and the wetness on Mark's muzzle, but he panted, caught his breath, and found the spark of indignation he needed to hold on to. "What the fuck's with this gay shit, bro? Get a hold of yourself!"

Mark looked up at him with a moment of confusion, one of his big, floppy ears flicking, before his eyes half-lidded, a big smile spreading across his cute, round face. "Aww, you're still on that? Come on. I can't think of anything less gay than a girl eating out another girl's pussy. Sounds pretty hot to me. And I think the boys will love it~!" Mark dove forward once again, grabbing onto Chet's thighs and pulling his... no, clearly, her face into his... y-yes, his crotch.

Chet hadn't expected those words at all, nor how deeply they had pierced, but he had no time to dwell on it as his ex-bro ate out his pussy, licks and swirls of his tongue turning into deep dives that pressed against the most wonderfully sensitive spots deep inside it. Chet could only squirm and struggle, his hands on Mark's horns while her face bobbed and moaned, lost in the bliss of the moment. He could feel that tongue wriggling, one that Mark said he'd used thousands of times "to bring those needy cows to their knees" and now he, a needy cow, was using it on Chet, who was shuddering on his knees...It was too much, and Chet began to press and palm against his breasts, feeling not just those squishy, wonderful orbs he'd fondled so many times on Tina, but the other electric sensations each touch sent through his very core.

It was like that tongue was battering at a deep barrier inside Chet, though the fact it was tickling his cervix from time to time really was a show of how good cows had it. Every roll, every pulse, every feminine moan and mewl from his lips as he squirmed under that tongue battered against the image he had of himself. The manly alpha male was mewling needily under the ministrations of a feminine cow, unable to take control and push her off, unable to do more than scream out in pleasure and purr in bliss.

The rumbling came from right in his core, his purring sending vibrations through his body that did wonders on her tongue, making it jiggle and vibrate perfectly on his clit while it rolled and lapped deep inside him. Mark was lost in her own world, mooing and eating voraciously, grinding her udder against the ground and her own pussy below. One eye peeked open on Chet, and he realized that the whole thing was being recorded on his tablet, with a shot of his pussy, of Mark's swollen udder and dripping lips... He groaned, feeling a spike in pleasure as he realized it could be seen. That Tina, with her... his? amazing mane would get to jerk that thick, amazing cock to this.

God, how it would feel to have that cock inside him... If a simple tongue was this good, having that throbbing spire exploding in him, filling him with warmth, his neck bit down on in a full breeding lock... "F-fuuuuck~!" Chet roared as he came, squirting all over Mark's face. She mooed in delight, basking in the sticky fluids splashing over her muzzle while, with one little bounce on her udder, a jet of milk squirted out. This seemed to send her over the edge, a long moo echoing through the room as milk sprayed from her udder, a pool of mixed mess spreading across the floor.

Chet gasped, clutching at his breast and the pounding heart beneath it as the twinges and afterglow of the orgasm pushed through him. Slowly, steadily, he came down, his mind in a fog of lust, but trying to find itself again. He shuddered, then looked between his legs, wanting to find what Mark was doing. She seemed to have recovered, picking up the tablet and winking into the camera. "It's for you boys later~" She then stopped the recording and hit send, the file starting to upload.

The feminine lion's heart dropped, his breath freezing as he realized those thoughts, those moans... all of it was being sent to Tina. She was about to know he hadn't stayed manly... He was about to know how much he'd loved it. He got up on wobbly paws, reaching for Mark, who just placed the tablet on the table and walked back into her own room. "See you tomorrow, girl! Let's have fun on our last day~!" She winked, then closed the door, leaving Chet all alone with his thoughts.

The lion looked at the full body mirror, golden eyes roaming over every detail, trying to find a sign of his old self. And yet, they weren't there. His hair was gone, his physique had slimmed down, his breasts had grown in beautifully, with curves in all the right places. He turned, looking at his own ass and his ravaged pussy, dripping and drooling with arousal and... well, actual drool. He looked himself over, head to toe, trying to find himself... and in a heartbeat, the image of his old self shattered in his mind.

Her mind. Chet... he was gone. Well, he was there, she could feel her old life still working there, but this image in front of her... that wasn't him. It never would be. And with how good it felt... she hoped it was permanent. Still, just thinking that made her sick, realizing she wasn't the manly man she thought she was just minutes ago. She sat on the bed, watching the loading bar rise, wanting to say she wasn't tech savvy enough to stop it, but she wanted it to go through. She wanted to see Tina's reaction and his thick cock bobbing, ready for her, a challenge for her to fit...

She placed the tablet down, then curled up on the bed, looking at the tiny window by the door where the key sat. Somewhere, Chet fought back, thinking he could leave. He just had to break the glass. Just... get across the room! This could all be over... but the lioness rolled over, one hand sliding up her legs and over her drenched nethers, feeling the flutter in her heart. She was going to have to let him go.

Morning came around at Chet woke with a yawn and a long stretch, feeling the fur on her body bristle and flow in the morning cold. It was... Well, some part of her still hated it. Still wanted all of this to go back, but was really starting to feel like it was impossible. She looked at the keys again, that impulse to break the glass and run rushing through her mind, but it passed as the door opened, revealing Yarrow in full fur, his face a mask of yellow fur with small black markings running over it.

"Come now, breakfast is waiting. You slept in with your catnap, though the beauty sleep suits you." He winked, making Chet's heart flutter a little, her eyes running over his form, then noticing the bulge in his pants. Of course, as nice as it may be, she'd already seen Tina's. It didn't even compare. She got up from the bed, sliding the fluffy pink robe over her fur, loving how every single inch seemed to tingle across her skin, before she smiled warmly.

"Let's get moving. Like, can't keep everyone waiting." Chet strutted down the room, looking like she was walking down the catwalk as she followed Yarrow. Her tail was on the prowl, her hair was fierce, and her eyes were locked on the tight ass with the tail swaying from side to side, wondering if it was worth a pounce. Somewhere in the back of his mind she knew she wasn't like this. That she was supposed to like girls, and breasts, and be disgusted by a dude's ass, but that didn't stop her from looking.

Entering the dining room she saw the table set up as they had been before: the black side with the white dot table on their side, and Tina and Nicole at the other table with all they could need for a real workout meal. However, they weren't paying attention in the slightest to the sausages on the table, their own in their hands as they watched the show in the center of the room.

Mark was flaunting her stuff, flicking up her tail and swinging her udder between her legs, little drops of milk drooling from it. "Come on, boys. Which of you wants to help milk me? I'm totally sure you could get it done, ya know?" She stuck her ass through one of the large holes between the poles in the dividing fence. "Like, you look horny enough to gimme some cream, Nicky~!" She sat there, mooing needily, while the attendants all watched with strangely calm smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, Chet stood in shock at the entrance, her calm strut lost with the show.

Nick seemed to like what Mark was putting down, the big, beefy bull stepping over on muscular hooves. "Well, I don't see why not. You love me, don't you? You can't wait to be my own little cow~." He slapped her ass, then reached under it, pulling on one of her milky teats. "Say how much you need it. Moo for me!"

Mark let out a guttural moo that sounded almost painful, but so full of joy and primal need that it was clear she didn't care in the slightest about that slap as milk gushed from her udder. "Moooooo~! Fuck me Nicole! Make your mark in Mark~!" She then gasped, immediately feeling the huge, throbbing length of the bull sandwiched between her ass cheeks, wedged as they were through the bars of the fencing. If she wanted to back out, she couldn't with how her hips were locked, but then... she didn't want to back out.

Chet watched in the most aroused, jealous horror of her life as her ex-bro and current gal-pal disappeared the entirety of that massive, throbbing length. Inch after inch of bull cock slipped into her, while she mooed and screamed and threw back her head, praising how it pushed her apart, how amazing she felt. Chet drifted in a daze, led by Yarrow, to her table, her eyes transfixed the whole time on the jiggling, bouncing breasts of Mark that followed every wet, resounding slap of hip on hip that rushed through the dining hall.

Moans of sheer pleasure pressed against Chet's ears, which flicked every time it heard those heavy, cow-honey-drenched balls slapping against the full, milky udder of the girl he was reaming. It sounded like heaven, Chet's pussy burning again as she looked over at Tina, whose cock was out and being pumped, his eyes transfixed on the scene as well. And while the old Chet, at LEAST, wanted to watch the bouncing boobs and feminine face twisting in pleasure, it was outvoted by the hand at Chet's crotch playing with her clit, finally fully exploring her new world and drooling from both sets of lips at the sight of Tina's cock. She could see herself bouncing on it, sucking it, pressing it between her taut breasts...

God she needed it between her legs. That hose dousing the fires of lust burning so hotly. But she stayed in her chair, one hand idly playing with the food while the other played with her honeypot. Her moans began to come in time with Mark's, fingers pumping into her body with every resonant wet slap. She tried to match herself to the strokes of Tina's dick, watching his hands move, his muscles flex and bead with sweat, his mane bounce and flow with every motion... And then the climax bellowed out. Two huge slabs of beef slammed into each other, heavy nuts pumping and churning hot cum deep into the pinned, incredibly needy cow. Milk sprayed from her huge udder while the two moos, one high and one low, rang throughout the room. They were soon joined by two loud roars, both lions reaching their climax from across the room, cum showering down onto the white floor while the seat beneath Chet suddenly glistened in the light.

For their part, Yarrow, Goldenrod, Jessamine, and Zinnia were all very accomodating. They didn't miss a beat in warming up the food, and as the couple separated, Jessamine and Goldenrod followed them with mops, cleaning up the trails of white that followed both back to their tables. Chet found himself staring at Mark, watching her happy smiles, her dopy moos, and how her breasts heaved and her ears fluttered. She looked constantly back towards Nicole, who clearly wasn't going to let that be the last time. Chet found herself wanting to ask about it, but she'd seen it. She knew it was good. Heck, if Mark's tongue and her fingers were anything to go by, she was going to pop from pleasure overload the second it slipped in. And as much as some tiny part of her brain protested, she wanted it more than anything.

This last day was different from the others. While there was still yoga and the massage, much more sensual and relaxing than the days before, with bulges clear and making Chet incredibly needy, her mind constantly on Tina's huge spire of a cock, the middle of the day was spent quite differently.

Yarrow and Goldenrod swapped out for Jessamine and Zinnia, and Chet found herself sad. Right as she was really enjoying Yarrow's and Goldenrod's bodies, they were going to be swapped out with these girls? Busty as they were, their curves were all wrong for what Chet wanted... She had only lion on the brain.

Still, the lessons the two girls brought along were actually incredibly helpful, and the chattering conversation that went through it all helped Chet and Mark feel right at easy, gossiping away with these two vixens they'd never even met. Learning how to properly shampoo fur, how to maintain claws and teeth, proper makeup procedures, how to fit for a bra... Suddenly, Chet found herself in a crash course on how to be both a woman and a lioness, and she found herself loving every minute of it.

Right at the end, Zinnia and Jessamine brought the two back to their rooms. "Inside is all your belongings, everything you'll need, tailored just for you. And don't you worry, ladies, you look lovely. Now, please fill out the questionnaire on the tablets and we can go see what the boys were doing this whole time~."

Mark and Chet giggled with the vixens, then ran into their rooms, eager to see what they had. The lioness had a beautiful outfit laying on the bed, perfectly fitting her every curve and making her look fierce. The best part was it was the same outfit Tina had worn in. She'd always loved it on Tina, but it looked even better on her. She also found all her belongings, items, phone, wallet, keys... all sitting in a beautiful purse that matched the outfit. She picked it all up, looking at herself in the mirror.. It was perfect. She was perfect. She sat down at the vanity, picking up the tablet and looking over the questions.

"1) Would you recommend the New You Spa to anyone else?" Yes, definitely. She didn't even hesitate. "2) Are you happy with the services provided? Were you treated properly?" Again, yes, from the bottom of her heart. "3) What is your name?" That question froze the lioness, who looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't her old self, that was long gone... Who would this new person be? She thought it over for a while, then smiled, typing in her name. "Thank you, Christine. The attendants will be with you shortly."

Christine stretched at the vanity, feeling absolutely wonderful, without a care in the world. As much as she'd complained on the way here, she couldn't begin to complain about the results. She looked hot, she felt flexible and great... She purred to herself, then did a twirl, accidentally knocking a tube of lipstick off the vanity with her tail and sending it flying towards the glass pane. When it struck she expected shattering, a siren, something big... but it tilted open, rolling out harmlessly to land in the bowl with the keys.

Christine froze. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she could hear Chet screaming about how easy it could've been to escape. About how all of this could've been avoided, and how he could be banging Tina right now with his huge manhood... And then Christine laughed. "Hey, Chet, if you'd really wanted to leave, you'd have at least TRIED to get the keys. But as much as your meathead self wanted to pretend he was all that, he WANTED to be me. He didn't fight it, he didn't take action against it... he let it happen. So say goodbye to that tiny thing you called a cock, because I've SEEN one now, a real one... and I'm riding it next chance I get."

Whatever voice was there seemed to slink away, defeated, leaving only Christine feeling confident in her new fur. She walked to the door, finding it unlocked, with Zinnia outside. "Oh! Ready to go then?"

"Totally. Like, nice as it was, I need to get on with my life." Zinnia giggled, nodding.

"Oh, you're going to love the new you!" The vixen then led the lioness over to where Jessamine was waiting with the cow, whose udder was hanging out of the dress she was in, but it looked so perfect and beautiful there. Zinnia tapped Christine on the back. "Introduce yourself!"

Christine looked at her bestie and smiled, offering a hand. "Christine, and you are?"

"Marion. Pleasure's all mine." The two of them giggled, then hugged tight, before they readied their purses and got ready to go.

The attendants led them back to the dining room, where the black table sat on the black floor and a curtain divided the room. A rumble came over the PA system, Mr. Keaton's voice chiming in. "Welcome back my friends! Glad to have you here. Now, as we reunite you, remember to take it all in... and to truly love the New You. Christine and Marion, meet Tim and Nick."

The curtain rose and Tim and Nick stood there, their buff bodies practically glistening in the light that reflected off the pure white floor. Tim and Christine's eyes locked, the lust, the need, the desire all passing through the air in an instant. Christine put down her purse, starting to tear off her dress as she ran, only to have it tied around her hands as Tim pinned her to the ground, his pants only half off and his spined cock out. Next to them Marion was being picked up by Nick and brought over to the table, her dress being slipped off while she tangled with his belt buckle.

Tim growled dominantly in Christine's ear, sending a shudder down her spine that got her dripping wet. "I've been wanting to do this ever since you teased me on the way in here. You better be ready, babe." He didn't wait for a reply, though, pulling down her panties and lining up his length, one powerful hand pinning both her arms above her head. She arched her back, presenting a breast, which he suckled on for a moment, his rough tongue teasing it so perfectly, before licking up to her neck and biting down in a love bite.

She yowled out in pleasure, spreading her legs as wide as the panties around her thighs would let her before that cock sank into her tunnel. Inch by inch raked past her sensitive walls, filling her perfectly to the brim, while each of those spines along the side teased and tugged at her sweet spots. She began to drool, claws flicking out and digging softly into the hand holding her down as he hilted, then slowly pulled back out, everything sparking even harder. This, this right here... Christine didn't ever want this to stop.

At the edge of the room Keaton stood with his staff, his seven tails flicking behind him, while each of them sported only two. He smiled happily, watching intently as moos and growls of pure lust filled the air and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh began to fill the space. "Good job everyone! Well done! I think these might be our best pairs yet. But, my flowers, don't forget: we have a new pair of couples coming in just a few days. So have your fun, then get to cleaning up." He might as well have been talking to a wall, the four golden kitsune all already locked in a group tongue battle, rivaled only by the two couples fucking in the middle of the room.

He shrugged, then sighed, kicking back and getting out his own length. "Well, if you can't join 'em, beat it. That's what I always say. And they deserve their fun." He watched the lion and the lioness slamming into each other, roaring out their climax, and just smiled. Another happy customer of the New You Spa.