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It was almost closing time at the gallery and most of those that had been looking at the various displays were heading for the door, which was when the real work started. For the interns that worked there they were tasked to do the inventory and make sure that nothing had been moved out of its proper place. For Jacob that meant staring at a tablet screen that had the pictures of where things were supposed to be and tediously lining them up with their respective real-world counterparts. It was not a glamorous job, but it paid the bills and he had a chance to look at something he admired and loved every day.

As he made his way from the artwork exhibit to the statues he noticed someone that was still lingering behind, a man that had caught his eye before. The only reason that he even noticed them in the first place was of how different they looked to the normal gallery patron; the man had bright purple stripes tattooed onto his face and neck with lavender hair, but most notably was the fact that his ears had been modified into points instead of the normal human configuration. Jacob remembered something about body modification being a thing and had been curious enough to look into it, though he would have never have engaged in something like that. He really wasn’t the type to engage in anything, which was probably why he was still an intern despite having already spent a year in the gallery.

When the defined individual looked over in his direction he saw the man give a smile that revealed pointed teeth, something that caused Jacob to immediately turn back towards his work. It was definitely some sort of creative type, he mused as he went back to his job, he could normally sense those who were artists and who were just observers. There was a feel to them, a confidence that he likely could see because of the lack of it in his own life. While he would love to perhaps have something that he could put into a gallery one day he never found himself picking up the brush or pen and simply contented himself into admiring the boldness of others.

Jacob shook his head and sighed to himself. One day he would ask for a full-time position in the gallery, he had outlasted all the other interns after all and was basically the only one left in the original group. That alone should have been enough to merit some sort of accolade… but other than a good job and a pat on the back he had not seen the fruition of his work yet. Any longer and he might have to start looking elsewhere, though as he thought about it he found that there was someone else that was standing there next to him while he checked on several deity artifacts.

“Always find it funny that when it comes to ancient myth that most gods are depicted as animal creatures,” the purple-haired man observed as Jacob glanced over at him. “It’s almost like humanity is jealous of them, or perhaps wants to ascend the mortal shells that were given to him. Don’t you think?”

When Jacob realized that the question was being directed to him he found himself grasping for an answer just to be polite and friendly to the patrons. “I… suppose when we think of something more powerful than us we don’t want it to be something we can identify with,” Jacob replied timidly. “Plus I would imagine that if you’re going to create something new as an artist you would want it to be something other than what’s around.”

“That’s a good way of thinking,” the patron said before extending out his hand. “My name is Atlas.”

“Jacob,” Jacob introduced as he shook Atlas’ hand. When he did he was surprised to find that his skin was very smooth, almost unnaturally so. “I’ve seen you around here before, are you an artist?”

“Indeed I am, good eye,” Atlas said with his grin growing. “I’m actually looking for my next piece and I often find that places like these often hold what I’m looking for in terms of a muse. What about you, ever thought about having a work of art as your own?”

“Oh… I suppose I’m happy where I am right now,” Jacob replied, trying not to blush as he had been thinking that exact thing right up until this conversation. “I could never do anything like this, if anything I would just post it up to the internet and it would probably get mocked.”

Atlas chuckled at that and patted him on the shoulder, something that normally Jacob would recoil from but found himself just standing there. “Sometimes all it takes is the right inspiration and a little dose of confidence,” Atlas explained. “Perhaps you and I should talk a little more outside of the gallery, would you like to go out with me once you’re done with work?”

The question made Jacob balk slightly despite himself. Was this person hitting on him? If that was the case it would be a first, especially considering that his somewhat pallid complexion and scrawny physique wasn’t usually considered a lure for anyone, at least not in his mind. It was especially strange that this rather deviant artist type was interested in him at all, Jacob looking down at the polo and khaki’s that weren’t even required to be on the job.

When he realized he hadn’t given the man an answer he told Atlas that he would have to think about it. The other man nodded and with that easy smile said that he should give him a call and placed a card in his hand. Jacob thanked him and motioned he needed to get back to work, though as the man nodded and walked up he couldn’t help but stare at him while he left. There was such a confident, easy-going gait to the guy, like he didn’t have a care in the world as Jacob looked down at the card in his hand.

Atlas, freelancer artist, and the guy’s number. It was the first time he had ever gotten something like that and even though he went back to concentrating on his work he couldn’t get him out of his mind. There was just something about him that was alluring; normally Jacob didn’t bother himself with such things, but not only was this the first time anyone had reached out to him but it was also the first where he wanted to reciprocate. While he didn’t necessarily believe all that talk about becoming an artist and just needing a bit of a confidence boost he found himself wanting to hear more.

It took another hour for Jacob to get done with everything, then once that was done there was a few more hours of paperwork and the usual tasks that go with helping curate an entire gallery worth of items. There would be new art coming in and old art going out, statues and jewelry that need updates on their insurance, and also dealing with moving schedules. It was a mountain of tasks that waited for him every day, tasks that should go to someone other than the intern. At this point he believed he could probably run the place if he needed to, but there was no way he would tell anyone about that when he could be easily terminated and replaced.

Once he had finished everything he walked out of the gallery’s back door and to his car, which as usual was the last one in the lot. When he went over to it he noticed there was a flyer that was underneath his windshield wiper. It was for a private gallery showing and as he looked it over he noticed that it was running on the weekend. There was little other information other than it was an exhibition and that it was only for adults, which probably meant a cash bar or something as he looked at the address.

Strange… though given that the people who would park at a gallery would be interested in art anyone trying to advertise like that was often shooed away by security. At the moment he was too tired to really think about it and just stuffed the flyer into his pocket before getting into his car. Even as he thought about what he was going to do when he got home he still thought about the guy and the card in his pocket. Maybe he should call him… even if it was just to be a friend there was something so intriguing about his eccentricities that were so countercurrent to him. It would also be nice to interact with someone other than the people looking down at him in this place as he drove back through traffic to his apartment.

With the next day being Saturday Jacob went about his usual morning ritual in no rush. While he did work sometimes on the weekends at the gallery that was more often when the regulars would come in. It was fine by him, there were usually more people there anyway and he preferred the place when it was quiet as he poured himself a cup of coffee. As he got ready to go out to run a few errands he heard the crinkle of paper while he put on his coat and pulled out the flyer as well as the business card. As he fidgeted with the latter he almost wished that he had given the other man his number instead so he didn’t have to be the one initiating.

It was a little too bold for him at the moment and also didn’t want to seem overeager as he went out for the day. As he walked from store to store he found his thoughts drifting more towards the flyer he had received. A private exhibition… it was something that perhaps would help expand his horizons when it came to the art world, something that he hadn’t really done since he got the internship. Who knows, not only was it within the neighborhood he lived at but maybe it would even be fun too.

Day turned to night and while normally Jacob found himself in front of his computer or the television this time he was heading towards the address that was on the flyer. Unlike his job this place was within walking distance of his home and though it was a little chilled outside he didn’t mind it too much. When he got to the destination he was surprised to find that it was an old roller ring that had closed down, though he saw the same picture on the door that was on the paper he clutched in his fist. Likely they just rented the space for the night, Jacob mused as he went to the door and opened it.

After giving his identification to the bouncer that was just inside the door Jacob walked through a makeshift curtain hallway towards the other side, hearing music playing and seeing the occasional multi-colored light that shined through the seams. It felt more like a nightclub rather than an exhibition and wondered if this was one of those performance art shows too. The curtains on the other side had an entrance sign pointing to it and as he parted them smoke spread over the floor that caused him to take a step back. As he looked over and saw the bouncer eyeing him up Jacob quickly got on the other side and as the curtains closed behind him he let out a gasp.

The id check was definitely not just for alcohol, Jacob quickly realized.

The first thing that was in front of him was a bronze statue of a very muscular man that was actually an anthropomorphic feline, except that as he watched the man shifted his pose into something different he realized that it was actually a real person. While he had never really looked into living art Jacob knew it was a thing and this was one of the most realistic he had seen. Most of the time people who did the living statues were street performers that just had the clothing colored along with their faces and hands, this was definitely not the case for the one that he was looking at. The prosthetics were so well-hidden and moved with the body, though more than once he caught himself looking at the half-hard shaft that the man presented as well.

That wasn’t the only one though and as he began to move into the main exhibition area he saw quite a few pieces of living art, all of them naked and with different types of body paint that gave them a metallic or stony look. While quite a few were standing by themselves they also had several that were paired up and in… rather lewd poses, which they remained frozen in for a few minutes before they shifted to a new scene. This was not the exhibition he was expecting and he began to wonder if anyone else from the gallery would be showing up. He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to be in such a place where people from his work could draw conclusions, but just as he was about to leave he saw a familiar face recognize him.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” Atlas said as he came over with two drinks in his hand. “I’m glad that you decided to come.”

“Wait, you’re the one that put that flyer on my car?” Jacob asked in surprise as he took the glass offered to him.

“Of course, I wanted a chance to see you again in case you couldn’t muster up the courage to call me,” Atlas stated with a grin on his face. Though Jacob tried not to blush between the exhibition going on around them and the slight embarrassment of being called out he couldn’t help it. “So, what do you think of this little exhibition we’re putting on?”

“It’s… definitely not something I’ve seen before,” Jacob replied as he took a sip of the drink to calm his nerves while looking up at the heavily muscled marble man that was made up to look like a minotaur. “I doubt the gallery I work at would put something like this on, is this your work?”

“Oh no, a couple friends of mine are working together in a collaborative effort to try this out,” Atlas said. “If you’re interested in seeing a few of my pieces though I have a loft that’s not too far away. Perhaps if you’re done admiring the artwork here we could go there.”

Jacob found himself taking a deep breath as he tried to think of what to say to this. Going to another guy’s place so soon after meeting him… although what if he was just trying to be friendly? As he glanced around the exhibition though he wondered if this wasn’t just a place to test him, to see if he was really into such things. It normally wasn’t something he would be interested in but as he continued to watch them he did find the concept to be rather fascinating, so much so he couldn’t help but let his mind wander as he watched the studly statues continue to show off.

Hearing his name get called Jacob turned to see that the other man was looking at him while biting his lip with that fang of his. Whether it was the drink, the environment, or just finally wanting a change in his life he felt emboldened to nod his head. “That’s great to hear,” Atlas said. “Why don’t you stay here and finish your drink while I say goodbye to my friends, it should only take a second.”

Jacob gave him a thumbs up and as Atlas made his way towards the back of the old roller rink he was lost in the smoke that had continued to hover around his waist. He was glad for that considering the exhibition had sparked his senses in more ways than one. As he finished off the last of the drink that he had been given he couldn’t help but go back to watching the minotaur, who had been joined on his stage by a smaller marble statue that had been holding onto a prop sword that was dropped to the ground as the bigger creature put him on his knees…

Meanwhile Atlas snuck a peek at the enthralled human and giggled to himself before heading back to where a stone statue of a lynx stood perfectly still, though as soon as he came up to it the sculpture became animated. “Looks like my bait worked,” Atlas said. “Thanks for letting me use your pocket dimension for this, otherwise it would have taken ages to get him started.”

“You always go for the hard sculpts,” the lynx replied as the smoke that was around them began to pull away, forming into a cloudy white jackal that nodded his head. “You know if you start out with someone dominant you can get them to eat out of your hand.”

“The best sculptures are often done from the most difficult materials to work with,” Atlas said with a grin. “Plus I’m not exactly looking for a one-night stand here, so I’m willing to take my time to work with what I got. Not to mention those that have such beauty buried deep down are often hungrier for it when its revealed.”

The other two nodded and wished him good luck in his venture before watching Atlas walk back towards the bar area. They weren’t the only ones though as another figure rose briefly from the smoke, the slightest hint of a wolf’s head rising up from the aphrodisiac cloud that was created around the statues. It watched as Atlas hooked up with Jacob once more and led him towards the back exit of the building. A smirked formed on the snow wolf’s lips before he lowered himself back down to join the other creatures that played about on the unsuspecting patrons of the exhibition…

About ten minutes later Jacob found himself walking into the door of a loft after three flights of stairs. The two had talked about the exhibition while they had made their way back and while Atlas still had that relaxed nation he couldn’t help but feel anxious. Part of him wondered why he had ever accepted such a thing, but once he was inside he also was a little excited. Was it possible that this artist that had taken such an interest in him wanted to be more than a friend, and if so how much more?

As promised once Atlas had made a drink for both of them he showed Jacob his work, which was a series of paintings and sketches that all centered around two things. They were all anthropomorphized felines just like at the gallery, and the were all naked, well-muscled men. He could see why he would be friends with the owner and when he commented that it caused him to chuckle. When they had gotten to the end of the sketchbook with two very well-endowed lion men wrestling one another Jacob was surprised when he was asked for his opinion.

“They are definitely handsome,” Jacob found himself saying, the words almost slipping out of his mouth before he realized what he had said. “I mean beautiful art pieces, you definitely have a talent. You also seem to have a very particular muse.”

“Well when you have access to what my friend creates it’s hard not to use such resources,” Atlas replied with a light laugh. “Of course it doesn’t hurt that he’s also my teacher, and I have to say that I learned quite a lot for him.” Without realizing previously Jacob found that the two were rather close together, to the point where he could see the detail in those tattooed stripes. “I just prepped a fresh canvas, how would you like to be my next inspiration?”

“Me?” Jacob replied, suddenly feeling very self-conscious as he looked down. “I… don’t think that I would make for a very good model, especially considering your usual fare.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Atlas said with a laugh. “You think all those guys up there started like that? While I’m sure that my mentor got a fair few from the gym there are all sorts of tips and tricks to make someone look like that. If not that’s fine too, but once I’m done with setting you up no one except the two of us will know it’s even you.”

Jacob found himself fidgeting as his mind was at an impasse. While this was not where he had expected the night to go he really liked that about the artist, and he had to admit that between the exhibition and the figures he saw he was gaining an appreciation for the form. He remembered what Atlas had said in the exhibit and even though he felt even scrawnier than before there was something deep down inside that was prompting him to do it. There was more than a little back and forth in his mind before Jacob finally felt the surge of boldness to nod his head and say that he was willing to do this.

Atlas lit up and motioned for him to follow, leading him from the main area of the loft to an area that was partially walled off. There was a padded white pedestal in the middle and a number of mirrors that surrounded it on one side while a stool and canvas sat on the other. “Alright, I’ll just get a few things to set you up,” Atlas said as he went over to a set of white-painted drawers in the back corner. “Go ahead and get naked.”

“Naked?” Jacob found himself repeated as he fiddled with the shirt. “I mean, are you sure that we can’t just do it with my shirt on?”

“As you could tell by my work I don’t exactly do clothes,” Atlas said with a chuckle. “You’ll be fine, as I mentioned before by the time I’m done with you even you won’t be able to recognize yourself.”

Jacob swallowed hard but found himself already committed to what he wanted, which attempt to impress this guy that he had just met as he took off his shirt. As he put it aside he caught himself in the mirror and found himself growing red-faced at seeing himself. He was nowhere near the ones that he had seen in the exhibition or those that were in Atlas’ sketchbooks. Part of him feared that he would get completely undressed and the other man would just take one look and realize what a mistake he was making, but as he looked back over he saw that the artist was already glancing at him and even gave him the thumbs up.

That was enough for Jacob to feel his confidence bolster to the point where he could keep going, taking a deep breath before he went back to his pants in order to take them off. Once they were around his ankles it was his underwear next and when those slid down he was standing completely naked in someone else’s apartment. It was a strangely invigorating feeling and when he kicked the clothing aside he saw Atlas give him an approving look while holding onto something in his hands. It was a couple of prosthetics and the artist explained to just put them on and they would stick by body heat.

When Jacob looked down at it he saw that it was the upper part of a feline muzzle that looked like it was sculpted out of molding foam. It was a little odd but as he remembered those people that were at the exhibition he found his groin twitching slightly in arousal. He quickly put himself into the task at hand and as Atlas put some sort of foot paw shoes over his feet he pressed the muzzle against his face. With the mirrors around it was easy to adjust it, and when he did he was surprised with how well it had already blended into his features.

After putting on the lower saw he was given a tail belt and a headband with feline ears on it. When he put the ears on he found his hair was shaggy enough that he could cover his human ones with it, though he thought it was shorter than that before. He probably had just let it get away from him and went to the tail belt next. It slid on easily and he was able to adjust it with one hand the artist put a pair of gloves on him that gave his hands padding and small claws.

Once everything was done Atlas went to a nearby machine and got it ready as Jacob looked at himself. He sort of actually looked like a feline, though a rather lanky one at that as he moved his lips up and down which caused the ones in the reflection to do the same. He also noticed that he was half-hard and as he went to cover it up with his hands the artist scolded him and said there would be none of that. Atlas told him that he made for a very sexy cat, which caused him to blush as he was instructed to close his eyes and put his hands over his head.

When Jacob did so he could feel something being sprayed all over his body, going from head to toe as the process seemed to not miss an inch of his form. He wasn’t sure how long it had taken but when he was told to open his eyes again he gasped at what he saw in the mirror. The human that had been standing there awkwardly was not there, instead there was a black cat that stood on the pedestal. As Atlas had said he didn’t even look that skinny, whatever airbrush magic he had done not only covered up the seams between the prosthetics and flesh but also gave him definition to the point he almost looked toned.

“Not so bashful now, are we?” Atlas said as Jacob continued to check himself out in the mirror. “Why don’t you strike me a pose and we’ll get started, I went with panther for easier application and painting so you don’t have to spend all night in one spot, though perhaps later you might want to try different applications.”

“Applications?” Jacob asked. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, textures like you saw in the exhibition,” Atlas explained with a grin. “Something to give you a more statuesque look. For now let’s just go with something basic.”

For the next hour or so he laid there while Atlas painted him, keeping as still as possible to not ruin the pose. More than once however he couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror and admire his own form. The one that laid there was a far cry from the meek creature that started out, especially as Atlas continued to compliment him. More than once he was complimented on looking so strong, so confident, on having air aura of dominance around him… even though he hadn’t thought it before the added features to his body did make him feel strangely more powerful than before.

It was an usual feeling to have but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it as he was eventually told by Atlas that he was finished. When he hopped off the staging area and looked at the canvas his mouth dropped at what he saw. It was him, but at the same time it was actually a muscular panther man that was in the same pose he was in. As Atlas had said there was such a potent look about him, from the way that he flexed his muzzle to the come hither look in his eyes while his naked form was completely on display.

“I can’t believe that’s me,” Jacob said in shock, feeling the artist pat him on the thigh and grinning.

“Oh sure, the mirrors can only reflect the truth,” Atlas replied. “Well then, I suppose we better wash you off… unless there’s one more thing my strong panther man would like to do?”

Jacob hadn’t realized that he had been stroking through the hair of the artist and felt a very real growl rise up in his chest. Was that him getting into character… it was hard not to when that character was a strong, virile panther man. It was something he wished he could be his entire life and suddenly he found himself leaning down and kissing the other man. There was a small noise that came from Atlas as the prosthetic muzzle pressed against his lips, but Jacob felt a hunger growing in him that hadn’t been there before.

It was the first time he had ever made a move and was happy to feel it getting reciprocated, Atlas standing up while pulling off his own shirt. Unlike the air brushed physique he was actually fairly lithe with those same purple stripes tattooed down his sides and back. It was a lot of ink but at the moment he didn’t care as Jacob undid their pants. It wasn’t just the arousal he got, though seeing the man suddenly naked in front of him helped that, but the feeling of assertiveness he got while pretending to be something else.

Though it felt a little strange with making out while having on something that made him look like a feline as he pulled back Atlas towards the mirrored pedestal he found himself enjoying it. It was the same look that made him feel bold enough that when Atlas asked what he wanted he told him to suck his cock. Before he would have never had the mental strength to say such a thing, but it just felt right in this form as he was sat down on the pedestal with his legs splayed out. Atlas quickly knelt down and began to tease his fingers against his thighs, looking up and saying that such a strong, sexy panther deserves a reward.

While it was clearly a tease Jacob felt himself shiver at being called that, especially the panther part while his groin was being rubbed against. As his put his clawed hands against the head of the man he found himself pushing up to those lips that were just content with licking his erection. Atlas smirked up at him and opened his mouth, letting the eager cock inside his maw and causing Jacob to groan. He was doing it, he was actually getting a blow job from a cute guy… while dressed up as a panther, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Atlas knew what he was doing as Jacob leaned back at feeling his shaft get swirled around. His thighs quivered and while he wanted more he found himself hesitating a bit. While he imagined himself with Atlas underneath him he was content with just getting sucked off, watching his toes curl as he was given a tremendous amount of pleasure. More and more he found himself looking in the mirror, watching the lean panther man getting a blow job by the cute guy between his legs as a grin formed on the muzzle. He had become so enamored with his own body that he failed to notice a few times when Atlas pulled back and had a muzzle of his own, or that he also had a pair of cat ears on his head before he dove back to get more of the panther’s cock inside his maw…

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When Jacob woke up again he found himself putting his fingers to his face, feeling for something that wasn’t there. He had a dream about being a real panther man and that Jacob was there but he was hunting him for something. It was very strange and a bit sensual as he slowly got up and out of bed. There would be not panther face on him; once they had gotten done Jacob thought to ask to stay over but chickened out, and Atlas let him use the shower to get the paint off him as well as take off the pieces of feline on him.

It had been a strange return to humanity and the entire walk home after saying goodbye Jacob wondered if he hadn’t made a mistake. Atlas was a great guy and a little kinky too, making him wonder if dressing him up as a cat like that turned him on. It had certainly been an unknown venture for him too and even the next day as he got up and did his usual ritual he felt… sure of himself, more so than he ever had before. Clearly the night had left an impression on him, especially when he looked back at the mirror after brushing his teeth and for a few brief moments saw that panther man he had become briefly.

With it being Sunday he usually spent the day just lounging around and maybe going to see a movie by himself, but as he went down to get his mail he felt the need to go out and do something. Perhaps he could call Atlas again and see if he wanted to hang out… though he wondered if that would be too soon. He wasn’t up on the dating scene and proper protocol as he looked through the various pieces of junk mail that he hadn’t bothered to collect the last few days. When he went through the last of it though there was something that caught his attention, the opening of a hookah lounge that was in the nearby area that was offering half-off for its grand opening.

Since Atlas had been kind enough to invite him to that exhibition perhaps this would be seen as a way of paying him back. He hadn’t done anything like this since his college days anyway and it would be nice to go with someone new. That just left having to do the actual invite, and though he felt his hands shaking slightly when he had grabbed the business card he managed to hold onto it enough to dial the number. More than once he thought about hanging up but as Jacob heard the connection click and the voice of the other man he knew it was time to be confident and ask Atlas out.

To both his joy and relief Jacob heard Atlas say that he would love to go out with him and asked where he was going. Since Atlas had surprised him with the exhibition Jacob told the artist that it would be a surprise for him and said that he will walk over and pick him up. He could hear the excitement in the other man’s voice as he said he can’t wait before hanging up the line. As he closed out his screen he wondered what he would be doing for most of the day, hoping that the time would go by quickly until evening rolled around.

Jacob found himself falling back to his old habits and mostly watching television while anxiously awaiting for the arrival of that fated hour. When it finally did come he found himself leaving earlier than was needed, getting his coat on and heading out while there was still over an hour to go. Even with walking slowly to his destination he found himself there nearly half an hour early but decided to ring the bell anyway. He didn’t have to wait long though and Atlas seemed to be expecting him as he came out less than a minute after he rang the bell while ready to go.

“So what’s this surprise that you have for our date tonight?” Atlas asked as they walked down the sidewalk.

“Oh, uh, well…” Jacob stammered, trying not to blush at Atlas calling this a date as he attempted to cover up his awkwardness. “I actually guess I should have asked you if you smoked, because I got an advert in my mail about this new hookah place that opened up in the neighborhood and thought it would be fun to take you. If that’s not alright we can go somewhere else, I was just trying to be sort of mysterious and such.”

As Jacob looked back at Atlas he could see the brows of the man furrowed, which made Jacob wonder if he potentially blew it already before Atlas suddenly looked up at him. “Oh, I think this will be fun,” Atlas stated as he smiled at Jacob. “Sorry, I was just thinking about the serendipity of such a place opening while that exhibition was in town and wondering if I need to talk to someone. It’s nothing urgent though and if you’re into it then I’m certainly down.”

That was strange, Jacob thought to himself as they continued to talk, what would the exhibition have to do with a new place opening? It seemed like the news had gotten to Atlas but when he tried to bring it up the artist just brushed it off and said he was merely intrigued by something. It was clear that he wanted to drop it and Jacob didn’t want to make the first time going out as an awkward experience. It still lingered in the back of his mind even as they got to the shop and opened the door, showing the man at the front their identifications before stepping inside to see a young man behind a podium.

“Ah, welcome!” the man said as he saw the two. “Seating for two?”

“That’s right,” Jacob said. “This is your grand opening, right?”

“Indeed it is,” the man replied as he gestured for the two to walk with him. “Now our public space is full I’m afraid, but we do have some private booths that are available still as we had a few patrons leave. We won’t charge you extra for it of course, is that alright with you?”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Jacob said, though as he looked over to Atlas for confirmation he saw him staring at the one leading them to the booth. “Unless you think we should wait Atlas?”

Once more the man’s demeanor shifted back to that easy smile as he looked back at Jacob. “Of course, I think that it would be great to spend some quality time with just the two of us,” Atlas confirmed, the two eventually getting to a curtained off circular booth that had a small table in the middle before the one that led them there walked off after informing them a server would be with them shortly. “Hey, since you seem to know your way around this sort of thing why don’t you order for us while I ask about potentially getting some food.”

Jacob nodded and Atlas closed the curtain before heading back towards the front entrance. When he didn’t see the host there he rolled his eyes and went over to the bar area instead. It was the public area of the house and as he saw that the clientele was mostly men his suspicions grew even more. Finally he found the one that he was looking for and before the guy could say anything Atlas grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall.

“I already know what’s going on and I’m sure you do to,” Atlas growled as his face pushed out into a muzzle, showing off his feline nature while his skin hardened and began to take a reflective quality. “Now tell me where Zariel is, we need to have a little talk about boundaries…”

Meanwhile as Jacob looked for a menu another man walked in, this one holding onto a hookah that he set down on the table. “As part of our grand opening we are offering a sample of the specialty house blend,” the server informed him as he lit the coals. “If you like it we are currently offering this at a discount on top of our opening day sale, so give it a try and let me know if you would like to get more. Otherwise I’ll be back to take your order in a few minutes.”

Jacob thanked him and when the server left he could already see wisps of black smoke rising up. Maybe he should wait for Atlas before he tried it… though as he leaned in and could smell hints of lavender, cherry, and a hint of wood smoke he found himself tempted. Plus Atlas told him to get something that they would like and he wouldn’t know if the house blend was any good unless he tried it himself. With the seconds passing and breathing in several more tendrils of the smoke Jacob decided he could give it a try and grabbed one of the hoses.

Though it had been a while since he had done something like this he knew the basic operations and with the tip against his lips he breathed in a hit of hookah. The second he did he could feel the smoke entering into his lungs and found himself starting to buzz. It was definitely strong, he thought to himself, and he tried to hold it in for as long as he could before breathing it out. He expected to cough considering how long it had been but as he breathed out the black-tinted smoke he found himself just relaxing against the booth while waiting for the effects to fully hit.

As he held the hose in his hand Jacob suddenly felt a wave of euphoria hit him, one that caused him to groan despite being out in public. Almost immediately his pants began to tent and he suddenly had the surge to pull them down. His hands were already at the button before he pulled them back, but even as he did so he could feel the temptation rising within him to do it. It was hard to comprehend where that feeling was coming from and everything was starting to feel so good it was hard to focus on what he was doing.

Perhaps he should take another hit.

The voice that was in his mind seemed insistent and while he had resolved to maybe wait for the server or for Atlas to come back he found himself bringing it up to his lips once more. Before he even realized it he inhaled once more and let that explosion of flavor hit his tongue again, and this time the effects were immediate. He let out a muffled groan as he held in the smoke and this time did so for a lot longer, feeling like his actual chest was expanding. By the time he let it out his shirt felt too tight on him and when he went to take it off he failed to realize that his fingernails had sharpened and turned black.

But what Jacob did notice was that his somewhat pudgy and undefined stomach and chest had firmed up, like he had actually been going to the gym. It looked like the flesh was rippling and when he ran his hand down the patch of black hair that had grown down between the chest muscles and abs he finally noticed his hands looked different while breathing out the cloud of smoke. As he wiggled his fingers about he found that they looked a bit like they were the prosthetics that he had tried on yesterday. Did they put them on him again before they came to the hookah lounge?

Yes, they did, the voice in his mind replied, though this time it was a little deeper than his own internal monologue.

Now take another hit.

Though the room was starting to spin and he was shirtless in the hookah bar the pleasure was so overwhelming that he couldn’t think about anything else. As one hand put the tip to his lips once more the other one had started to drift down towards his pants, the clawed fingers gripping against the cloth as he breathed in the heavenly smoke. His eyes fluttered slightly as he held it for as long as he could, feeling his mind buzzing as he let the sensation flood his mind. Good… keep it in, let it fill your lungs… though the voice in his head sounded strange for saying that Jacob found himself unable to really think about it.

Or really much of anything, for that matter as he let out the smoke finally.

When he did he found the pleasure in his body building along with the warmth inside of it, and as he looked down at himself he found that both his hands looked similar to when he had been at the studio. It was almost lost on him that he had unbuttoned his pants in order to let out his throbbing cock or that his clawed hands were stroking against it. The only thing his mind could register in that regard was he was glad that they had gotten a private booth, a big grin forming on his face as his shaft looked bigger in his altered state. The hair around his groin also looked different, the curly hair replaced with the fur that was growing on his hands.

Fur? Was that something that Atlas had given him while they were doing the modeling session? It was hard for him to think back to anything as his mind became focused on the rising lust that was inside of him, wisps of smoke drifting out of his nostrils even though he hadn’t taken another hit. There was also a tightness in his shoes that made him want to pull them off, and since he had already pulled down his underwear and pants to expose himself he figured those were nothing. As he kicked them off the relief of the pressure that was building on them was overshadowed by the fact that they had become swollen and furry just like his hands, feeling his toes curl as a set of claws grew out of them.

Yet despite this strange transformation happening to him the merging of his toes and the feeling of his body growing bigger just caused him to giggle again. Whatever was in this hookah was strong stuff, Jacob reasoned, and suddenly he had the urge to take another hit. That hadn’t been his intention before as he wanted to wait for Atlas, but part of him was curious on where this trip was taking him. While still stroking his shaft he brought the tip to his mouth again and this time breathed in as much as he could while basking in the pleasure that came from it.

Keep breathing in…

Keep breathing in…

The eyes of the changing human started to roll back as his lips began to puff out, his nose turning black as more and more smoke entered into him. He found himself unable to breathe back out or even hold his breathe, like someone had turned on a faucet and then broke the handle off. When he tried to reach up to pull the tip out his eyes widened as he found himself holding it in instead, smoke starting to push out of his nostrils as he began to squirm. Something was happening to him… no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop breathing in the sweet, intense smoke or stroking himself off as he began to feel his face twisting and warping.

As the hookah pumped more smoke into him it felt like it was inflating his chest out, but instead of blowing up like a balloon it was thickening with muscle. This was beyond the contouring that he had gotten when he was with Atlas and his body paint. He ended up falling back against the booth as he felt his spine lengthening and stretching out while his body squirmed in both perverse pleasure and something else. It was more than getting foggy due to whatever he was smoking, as he found his pants tightening against his legs it was like he was losing himself in the haze that was being created.

When the clawed hand finally drew away from the tip Jacob thought that maybe he could shake it out of his mouth, only to feel his swelling face clamp around it to keep it in. He couldn’t remember the last time he had breathed out but when his worries began to increase he could hear the voice in his head tell him to relax, to ride the sensations, to let the smoke fill him. The words were oddly calming and with the help of the black smoke that was suffusing into his body it worked to keep him distracted. It didn’t hurt that his hands had both gone down to his groin with one pumping on his growing member while the other slid between his legs and began to push into his tailhole.

No… he didn’t have a tail, but just as he tried to correct himself he found a stifled laugh coming out of his own mouth. As his back arched in the air he let out a muffled groan as something began to push out just above his butt, feeling his pants getting forced down his legs by the growing muscle of the limbs as his new tail slithered out from his backside. His body began to feel more alien by the moment and even when his mouth finally dropped the tip of the hookah, mostly because his jaws were stretching out into a fierce, animalistic feline, he still couldn’t breathe out. Jacob’s eyes squeezed shut as his skull felt like taffy being stretched out, stretching and swelling as he let out a loud groan.

Just let in the smoke, let it consume you… the words were becoming darker but also more sensual as he was getting close to orgasm. The occasional thud could be heard as the creature’s limbs pushed out, growing heavy with new muscle that flexed occasionally while Jacob struggled to control himself. A snarl escaped his lips as he felt his teeth sharpening, smoke coming out of his mouth despite it remaining inside of him as he tried to hold onto himself. But it felt too good… every time he felt his control slipping as he was overpowered by something much more dominant then himself, something in that smoke that made him want to submit and give the entity everything…

…including his body.

The increasingly feline creature began to let out loud pants, but not a whisp of smoke escaped from his mouth anymore as the enthralled male writhed in the booth. The pleasure had reached a point where he was about to cum and as Jacob flipped onto his stomach he snarled while stroking himself as fast as he could. At least, that’s what he thought he was doing, though in reality those instincts and feelings came from the creature within that continued to make him bigger, stronger, more powerful… but it wasn’t his power. It belonged to someone else, and as the orgasm washed over him and loosened what little semblance of self he had the eyes of the muscular panther man opened to reveal glowing yellow eyes.

“Yesssss…” the panther hissed as he thrusted into his own hand, magnifying the orgasm that came from this thick cock as his claws dug firmly but also gently into the booth. “Finally, I thought he would never relinquish fully. It’s time to test this new body out…”

The possessed panther quickly got up and grabbed onto Jacob’s clothes, walking out of the booth naked with them in one hand and the hookah in the other. The patrons of the lounge didn’t bat an eye at the nude anthro in their midst and as he disappeared into the back another feline man showed up with a human in tow behind him. After Atlas had been told that they didn’t know Zariel and was proven by showing him several areas the mirror tiger began to wonder if perhaps he was being overprotective. It was clear this establishment belonged to Lord Tarien, but as he walked back to the booth that he had been taken by his date too he thought that maybe he was being paranoid and nothing was going on…

…a thought that was immediately dashed when he got to the booth and found that there was no one there.

“Damnit,” Atlas said as he put his hand to his head. “I should have known better then to think he wouldn’t meddle in my affairs.” As he looked back at the server that had accompanied him his eyes narrowed, then leaned forward as his body shifted back to its mostly human state. “Tell Zariel that I need to have a talk with him when he gets back, and if he is involved with this that Jacob is mine.”

As the hours passed and night fell in the neighborhood a lone man leaned up against the back wall of a nightclub, smoking a joint to get properly buzzed before going back into the club. Despite only wearing a fishnet shirt and pair of booty shorts he didn’t let the chill bother him enough to keep going. The slender man was looking to score and didn’t want his usual anxiety to bother him while he tried. As he finished the initial puff to get it going and began to inhale more frequently he found the smoke catching in his throat as something moved about in the shadows of the back lot.

“Hello?” the man called out, looking hard into the darkness to try and see what had potentially caught his vision. “Is someone out there? If you’re some sort of stalker or killer there’s security right on the other side of the door!”

The human finally saw more than just the fleeting movement of shadows, letting out a slight gasp as he saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes hovering there in the darkness. The joint dropped out of his mouth in shock as the extremely well-muscled, and very well-endowed feline creature began to walk towards him. Despite never having seen such a thing before and the somewhat fierce visage this creature had the man found himself pressed against the wall, paralyzed and unable to do anything. As the panther walked towards him it seemed to draw out the shadows with him as the much taller man leaned down and grabbed the joint off of the ground.

“Mind if I take a hit?” the panther asked in a low, sultry voice that would have caused the human to melt if he wasn’t shaking. When he nodded he saw the creature bring it up to his lips and inhale sharply, burning the entire thing down to the nub before pulling back and looking at it. “Not bad… oh, I took the whole thing, looks like we’ll have to share…”

Before the human knew what was happening to him the panther lifted him up in the air and pressed his muscular form against him. Once he was effectively pinned the feline leaned and pressed his muzzle against his lips, which as soon as he did he could feel the animal man exhale. The tainted smoke was pushed into the mouth of the man and as it did the skin of his face began to darken. A muffled moan could be heard as the fingers gripping onto the wall began to scratch into the brick as claws pushed out of his fingers.

By the time the panther leaned back he could see the human’s face already pushing out into that of a similar form, a big, dopey smile on his face. “That was… incredible…” the transforming creature said, groaning as the intense pleasure from the corrupted hit quickly permeated through his body. “I feel weird…”

“Just ride it with me,” the panther replied while tugging down the man’s shorts, watching as he the tail grew out from his backside while he exposed his hole. “I needed a nice twink hole after what I’ve gone through, and you’ll fit the bill just fine. Now enjoy yourself, this is just temporary… for now.”

The other man was too buzzed to respond, especially with the feeling of something pushing up between his cheeks while his ears migrated to the top of his head. There would be no need to remove the clothing of this one completely, the panther mused as he gave his half-hard dick a few strokes, unlike his new host this one would just have a temporary measure of his power. Plus he enjoyed having these types of creatures under his sway, while he enjoyed dominating all types they were an easy appetizer for him. Of course he would just be filling up before he enjoyed his main entrée, but given how responsive this form was and how nice Jacob was in letting him have it he wanted to give the man something to tide him over until next time.

It didn’t take long before the smaller panther man was against the wall, moaning loudly as the bigger feline pushed up into his hole. Even though he hadn’t intended on much for physical changes he could feel the flesh firming around his shaft as he pushed in, giving the smaller man a butt that most would pay for. It was a little parting gift for letting him exert his lusts onto him, and while he wouldn’t turn into a panther again until subsequent meetings he would have certain aspects reassert themselves if certain conditions were met. He would also become a slut for big, strong men to come and dominate him, but as their chests rubbed together and he could see the smaller feline moaning he doubted that there would be too much change in that regard.

The two remained locked in passionate rutting as the two panthers growled and moaned while the one the possessed male relished every moment of it. As he got close to orgasming though his ears flicked as he heard someone inside the building starting to head towards their direction, no doubt someone potentially getting alerted to the sound of two loud feline men outside. “Until next time, go have some fun flaunting your feline self in the club” the panther man growled in instruction as he nibbled playfully on the ear of the mesmerized, lustful man. “And thanks for the smoke, I really needed that.”