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Nolan's legs shook as they were forced wider. His body was on fire with pleasure and the need for more of Crag's gnoll cock. He was already a good 5'10" with a body thick with muscle. His cock had fattened to a solid 11 inches of uncut maleness that was now spewing ropes of gnoll precum onto the floor as his new lover's thrusts were like hammer blows against his prostate. His balls churned with the first of many loads of potent yeen spunk in the massive sack that hung under his shaft, testicles already swollen with gnoll cock brew. His ears were pointed and fuzzy, the tips sticking from the top of his head as they fanned out into dewdrops. A short muzzle was starting to push out from his face, covered in the same ginger hair that covered the rest of his body and the large tail that swished behind him, slapping against Crag's furry thighs. The scent glands in his armpits and ass were pumping out waves of his new scent, the scent of a gay hyena beast. He was almost fully changed and the knowledge that his body had warped into a gnoll’s was enough to push him to cum. He clenched his eyes as he pushed his furry rump against Crag's crotch, and let out a bestial roar of an orgasm that echoed off the walls. His ass was still tight and hot, rippling with muscles as it milked and squeezed Crag's cock, begging for his seed. His cock erupted with a thick load of cum, coating Crag's couch in his rank corruption. Crag responded with a low growl, humping faster as he wrapped his arms around Nolan's muscled chest and gripped the fur and flesh in his hands as his nuts slapped the underside of the redhead's balls. Crag's cock was a throbbing behemoth inside him, the thick gnoll seed churning in the stud's balls and ready to seed him with a potent load of gnoll corruption that would complete his transformation and bring him into the fold of his new lord and god. The moment came soon enough as Nolan felt his ass flooded with a gallon of cum, his own cock twitched and jerked as the thick stream shot across the room and splattered against the wall. His balls pulled up and another orgasm wracked his body as the corruption in Crag's seed surged through his body.

His muscles were pumped with blood and bestial hormones, making him even beefier. His pecs bulged and grew larger, nipples swelling as they darkened to a deep brown as his pecs swelled underneath, growing furry gut contrasting his muscular chest. His own cock throbbed again and spat out a few more thick strings of slimy gnoll sperm as his cock expanded and darkened in color, the foreskin rolling back to reveal the deep obsidian red crown of his gnoll prick, the head already shiny and soaked with a glaze of his thick precum. Crag continued to pump his ass full of gnoll goo as his body rapidly changed into that of a gay hyena stud, his scent growing thicker and more potent. His formerly human mind awash in fanatical devotion to Haruk'ha and serving his avatar, Maruk.

The hyena demigod watched as Nolan was purged of his humanity, his massive cock oozing as he felt a new gay gnoll soul spark alight and tether to him. His musk grew heavier, permeating the room as he stroked his own cock with a big paw, slowly jerking off and milking the fat gland of his black shaft that swelled and pushed out a few fat dollops of precum from his tip.

"Fuck yeah... Look at those fat pecs on Crag's new bitch. Delicious," he growled out as the scent in the room pushed the hyenas nearby into a sexual frenzy, barks, giggles, and cackles echoing about the hedonistic temple. Crag dismounted as Nolan fell to the floor in a heap before Maruk. His body was now 6'2", with a chubby layer of fat hiding much of his musculature, soft and sweaty spotted gray fur covering his body up to his messy black mane. He was a bit smaller than Crag, but that didn't diminish his presence in the slightest. The brutish gnoll helped the newly transformed yeen to his foot paws. Nolan's chubby furred cheeks framed a dark drooling muzzle, fangs poking from the sides, and his amber eyes were full of life and lust. His ass was still leaking Crag's load and he turned and licked at the gnoll enforcer's snout before he turned back towards the herald of his new god. He looked down and saw his new cock, uncut with a head that drooled gnoll pre from the piss slit. It was so big, bigger than any cock he ever saw in porn. He couldn't even fit it in his own paw. The skin of his cock was hot to the touch and felt like silk, but the shaft was hard as steel and throbbed in a way that made his head spin. He was truly blessed by Haruk'ha.

"Vessel of my lord's will!" said Nolan, prostrating himself before Maruk, "Please use me to spread the glory of Haruk'ha. I'm aching to spread for you."

Maruk chuckled, "I can see that. And I'm pleased with your devotion, Nolan. Make the restaurant you worked at a tribute to Haruk'ha. A monument to our great lord of corruption and the gay hyenic lust he provides us. Do that and I think you'll do well at spreading the faith. You've got all the tools you'll need in this very temple. Hahahahaaaa!"

Nolan blushed, his ears falling as he rubbed the back of his head. He was still getting used to the new appendages. "Thank you my lord. I will bring Haruk'ha glory. But first..." He said before stepping closer to Maruk and kneeling, his snout level with his god's cock, "allow me to show my gratitude..."

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Nolan was in the kitchen at his workplace, Hooters of all places. He'd spent the past week glamoured with gnoll magik to look as human as possible and turning kitchen staff into gay horny beasts. As head chef it surprisingly hadn't been hard. A pit-stuffed one on one here. An offer for a taste test there. A sloppy forced kiss in the men's restroom. It helped that all the kitchen staff were male. He'd even started bringing out the gay gnoll in some of the customers. The ones who were more curious about their attraction to other males at least. He had to admit the work was fun. Transforming men into cock-hungry yeens was always a rush, and he loved to fuck. There was only one problem.

The women.

He knew they were highly resistant to Haruk'ha's infection, only left wanting and needy unless heavily infected by Haruk'ha's most potent adherents. This made them a bit of a nuisance to work with. After so much musk, they'd be throwing themselves at the gnolls in the kitchen, but their feminine stench was as repugnant as the thought of penetrating their folds. It was made even worse as more of the infected clientele started paying them less attention. Nolan tried to find a solution, hoping his devotion would enable him to at least bring one of those troublesome females to be remade in Haruk'ha's glory. He'd set his sights on the shift manager, Taylor who he frequently worked shifts with, but no matter how much gnoll spunk he'd put in her food, no matter how yeen musk she inhaled, no matter how much he'd sacrificed by even giving in to her begging for action, and fucking her ass deep with his gnoll spunk. Human, and possibly worse, female, she remained. It had a mild effect but faded after a day or two. It was beyond frustrating for the grubby gay hyena. The women needed to be dealt with. Here was another one coming for a plate to serve.

"Hey chef, I've got dessert on table 12, the key lime pie. Could you make an extra slice for me while you're at it," she said with a wink.

"Chelsea, just take this entree order to table 9. I don't have anything for you," grumbled Nolan.

"Where's the love ya'll? You guys have a different vibe back here these days," said Chelsea with a huff before taking the entree out the musky kitchen.

"What do we do boss? She ain't even pushing up on us as hard as the others. It's getting harder to have fun while we season the food with all these yucky women bouncing around for attention," said one of the yeen cooks under his glamour.

"I know! I know! I'm gonna figure something out. Now come back with me to the break room while the others take over for a bit, I need to take a load off," said Nolan grabbing the skinny yeen by the collar and dragging him out to the bathroom.

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Taylor was finishing her lunch before close. She'd asked Nolan to make her something to eat, and despite his apathy lately, he obliged. As she chewed up the chicken breast soaked into creamy offwhite savory sauce, she noticed it was a bit slimier and saltier than usual, but she was so hungry she didn't care. Her belly itched as it filled with the food she ate, heat gracing her skin and filling her with a mild fever. Her panties grew damp and her nipples stiff, but she was too famished to notice until she was done eating.

"Ugh, I feel so full. I guess I was hungrier than I thought," she said as she rubbed her stomach through her uniform. Her hand lowered to slide over the damp crotch of her shorts. She felt hot, her face was flushed, and she was starting to pant. She needed something to cool down and clear her head. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the employee break room and headed to the bathroom. She was sweating through her uniform. She looked at the door and saw the men's restroom door was closer, and quickly ducked inside. She was surprised to see that the bathroom was empty or so she thought. Just as she sat down in one of the stalls to rub her aching pussy, she heard soft moans from the stall next to hers. She was about to get up and leave when she heard Nolan's familiar voice groaning and another male voice speaking in a language she didn't understand. Their voices were gruff and bestial. She leaned down to peek through the gap between the stall and the floor and was shocked to see two pairs of large footpaws. They were both standing and the paws were connected to muscular legs that were spotted like hyenas, which were braced on the stall walls. She heard Nolan groan, "Fuck, that's it. Take a fresh batch of the house sauce. Fuck! Your ass feels so good. I'm gonna load you up before we finish up for the day," followed by a low chuffing laugh. Taylor's mind was clouded by the lust induced by the corruption in her meal as she listened to the not-so-normal Nolan aggressively fucking one of the kitchen staff. Were they not human? And gay? She'd never gotten a hint that Nolan was into men until now, but the thought made her even hornier. Her pussy dripped juices onto the toilet seat as she slid her fingers into her panties. Her pussy was hot and soaked, so she slid her fingers in deeper to feel the slickness of her inner walls as she heard him and the other beast man cackle as he came. He pulled his drooling cock from the slim yeen's furry ass, wiping some excess into the male's fur. Taylor felt her pussy contract as her anus did the same, causing her to gasp out audibly. She immediately covered her mouth at her mistake as the two voices in the next stall immediately went silent before she heard Nolan again.

"Go finish up in the kitchen while I see who our guest is." She heard the stall door open and a pair of footpaws step out and leave the restroom. A few seconds later her stall door was being forced open by Nolan's muscular form, a big black uncut cock resting between his legs, still wet with the cum and ass juice of the other man. He smiled at her and she was able to see his long fangs. She was too horny and lost in lust to be scared, but her mind was still active enough to realize that Nolan was a monster. "We'll, looks like our little voyeur was eager for some action today. I've been telling the others we need to do something about you meddlesome women."

"N-Nolan? What... What are you talking about? Y-you're not even human."

"Does it really matter? I know what you really want," he said flinging his cock to sling a sticky fluids onto her cheek, "Suck me good, and I might give the fucking you been wanting later."

Taylor shuddered in disgust, but the fever in her body, the scent of Nolan's musk, and the lingering taste of the meal he'd prepared for her caused her pussy to drool. "I'm waiting..." he grumbled. She shook her head, but still opened her mouth to receive his big sweaty cock. The thick meaty head pressed past her lips and spread her mouth open wide as Nolan thrust it inside, the hot organ resting on her tongue as she began to suck and bob on the hard flesh. She could still feel the heat of the other yeen's asshole on the cock. The taste of cum and hyena ass was disgusting, but the more she sucked and the more of Nolan's flavor she took in, the more ravenous she became. Her pussy was aching and she slid her hand down to her shorts and started to rub at her clit. "That's it. Take my cock, you slut. I hope you don't mind the flavor. It's a new sauce I'm trying out, a mix of yeen ass and gnoll precum, fresh from the balls and dick. The boys love it," said Nolan with a fanged grin.

Taylor's eyes went wide. This wasn't any ordinary man. He was a beast. An animal. And she was willingly sucking and slurping on his cock. A cock she knew he'd been using to fuck a man in the bathroom. She was disgusted by herself, but couldn't stop. The more she sucked, the deeper she took him. Nolan's cock was swelling on her tongue, the head throbbing and leaking salty precum. She was gagging, but kept going. The musk radiating from his crotch burned into her mind, dulling her rationale and resistance. Her pussy was so wet that it was soaking her underwear and dripping down her legs. She couldn't help herself. She was lost in the depraved lust of her act. Her nipples stiff and aching. She needed to touch them. She needed to touch herself. She needed to cum. She reached down and started to furiously rub her clit, her pussy gushing and soaking the toilet as her juices splattered the floor. Nolan groaned as he grabbed the sides of her face and humped his cock into her mouth, sliding it down her throat.

"This should... grr.. Should tide you over until I figure out what to do with you!" he growled as he gripped her skull, nuts pulling up as he unloaded. His cock throbbed, stretching her jaw as he filled her stomach with a thick load of gnoll cum. Ounces of hot hyena cum filled her belly with corrupted warmth. He watched as her ears took the slightest point, teeth a tad sharper as he pulled his cock free and she fell to her hands and knees. She coughed up cum as she squirted all over the floor from the orgasm that hit her while her mouth and throat were filled. Nolan laughed and walked out, "You'll make a fine yeen. Just gotta find the right recipe."

Taylor panted, a thick line of yellowed cum and drool hanging from her chin as she tried to process what happened. Nolan had forced her to drink his cum, and all she could do was sit there in the aftermath of an orgasm and feel the heat of his spunk in her belly. She felt sick, but there was no denying the pleasure she'd just experienced. The pleasure of having that gnoll cock inside her. She didn't even realize where the term had come from in her head. She was so conflicted, but the lingering musk in the room was driving her crazy. She needed to get home, to clear her head. But as she got up she felt a cramping pain in her ovaries as they fought down the infection. She was in aching daze, sweaty and stumbling as she pulled herself up and made her way out the restroom.

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The next day Roberta, the general manager, and Chelsea, her frequent partner in crime and one of the popular servers at their location had just come in as Taylor was finishing her shift, looking a bit out of it. She was wearing her clothes from the previous night and her hair was disheveled. "Hey Taylor, are you feeling okay? You look sick. Shouldn't you have called in if you weren't feeling well?" asked Roberta.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just need to get some dick and I'll be good. Ugh, I gotta go. See ya," said Taylor as she stumbled out. Roberta and Chelsea stared at each other in shock as the manager shook her head and headed to the office.

"Hey you two, you want a quick bite before you hit the floor? I can have the kitchen make you something," said Nolan, he wanted them to get nice and uninhibited before he had the customer's growing their fangs for the evening, so they'd be too horny to notice or care. The last thing he needed was Roberta getting suspicious of the increasing changes in the clientele, the way they looked, and their behavior. It was bad enough that she kept a watchful eye of the day to day operations.

"No thank you, Nolan. Maybe you can have someone bring me one of those chocolate chip cookies? The big chewy ones?" said Roberta from her office.

"Uhh... Yeah I can do that. What about you, Chelsea? You hungry? I can have them whip up some of that key lime pie you love so much," said Nolan. He knew they wouldn't be turned into yeen beasts from it, but it would hopefully keep them horny and compliant while he and the other yeenbeasts could bring more of the Haruk'ha's glory to their workplace. Chelsea bit her lip as she considered her choices.

"Yeah sure, I'll take some of that pie. Thanks. That's the Chef Nolan I remember," she said with a smile.

"No problem, Chelsea. You're one of our best servers," said the gnoll with a toothy smile. This should make the day go by a bit smoother.

It wasn't until later that Taylor had returned to Hooters just as Nolan and the backhouse were locking up and leaving the kitchen. She was a bit dazed. Her body felt warm, her pussy was soaked and dripping, and she was aching in the most unusual ways, but she couldn't take it anymore. She needed to confront Nolan, and get this over with.

"Hey, Nolan! We need to talk," she said with her hands on her hips. The head chef turned back and looked at her, the other yeen staff stopping in their tracks as they stared her down with curious eyes. She was nervous, but not willing to back down. "I think you gave me some kind of STD. My pussy has been burning since last night, and I can't stop thinking about how your dick tasted, and how good it felt in my throat. What the hell did you do to me," she demanded.

"Look, you came onto me. You knew what you were getting into. I didn't do anything to you. It was just a fuck. Get over it," he said as the yeen staff continued to stare at her.

"What do you mean? I didn't come onto you. You forced me to suck your dick, you bastard! You're going to have to do more than 'get over it'," she said, her face turning red as the yeen staff started to chuckle.

"Fine. Fine, you want more of my dick so bad? I'll give it to you," said Nolan, his voice sinisterly low.

"I didn't mean it like that! You're such an asshole," she said, her face turning even redder as she clenched her fists and her legs shook.

"I'm the asshole? You're the one who's been throwing herself at me and my coworkers, and now you're here accusing me of giving you some STD. I'm done playing games with you, bitch," he growled, grabbing her by the arm before forcing her head into his armpit. The sweat and musk filling her lungs, her mind growing hazy.

"W-what... What the hell? What are you doing! Let me go!" she said, her voice muffled as he rubbed her nose in his musky fur. Her pussy was dripping, her body feeling unbearably warm as she tried to struggle against him. His grip was like iron and her strength was quickly draining as the scent of his musk invaded her mind, the heat of his body radiating against hers.

"See, you do want more of my dick. You can't get enough of my musk. I'll make sure you're satisfied. But you're gonna have to do something for me first," said Nolan, pulling her face from his pit, "grow a pair."

She looked at him dazed as his human appearance flickered before her eyes into something more bestial. Like the hyena monster he looked like yesterday! It wasn't a dream. The realization struck her just as she blacked out from the overdose of gnoll pit stench.

She came to a few minutes later finding her mouth gagged and in the trunk of a moving car. As she tried to figure out what had happened she noted the rank taste of the cloth she was gagged. Salty and slimy like the white sauce Nolan used for his dishes. Her head spun as she rubbed her thighs together wetly. She couldn't get the taste of Nolan's cock from her mouth or the musk from her mind, but the more she thought about his sweaty musk the more she thought about how much she wanted to taste his dick again. The thought horrified her, but her pussy was aching. She could feel the slickness of her juices dripping down her thighs and the smell of her arousal was growing stronger. Her body felt like it was on fire, and her skin crawled with a feverish need. She tried to squirm and move, but the ropes that held her were too tight. She could only hope they wouldn't hurt her too much or that someone would find her. She was scared and confused, and the car seemed to drive on forever before finally coming to a stop and the engine turning off.

A few seconds later the trunk opened and Nolan and his staff were standing there looking down at her. Their eyes were hungry and predatory as they looked at her, licking their lips as the yeen chef motioned to two of his staff. They reached in and pulled her out of the trunk by her ankles, dragging her along the ground as they carried her inside what looked to be a strange house with weird fruit-bearing trees in the yard. The place smelled of sex and musk, making her even hornier as she was taken inside. Her eyes widened as she took in what could only be described by the uninitiated as a monument of opulence and depravity.

It was somehow larger on the inside than the drab modest house it portrayed from afar. The craziest mix of ancient mysticism and modern technology blended like water and dye. Tapestries with weird markings hung from some walls, vase-like fountains bubbling and overflowing with steamy offwhite outflow. There were all manner of sex toys strewn about. Large televisions were on other walls, like floating panes of glass, all tuned to different porn channels. Some showed men fucking and sucking each other, others had men being dominated by big beastly gnolls as they themselves changed. Computer screens scattered about showed similar fetishized content. Beds, couches, and chairs with thick embroidered cushions, soft pillows, and silk sheets in place to bring all levels of comfort to its occupants. And among the excesses were beasts engaged in all kinds of hedonism and homosexual desire, roughly fucking each other, giggling and grinding as they watched the screens, gaming and flirting with unknowns across the internet. It was crazy! What was this? Despite her arousal, she couldn't help but feel a very human fear at what was going on. She was kidnapped by creatures. Creatures that had been pretending to be human! All of them spotted furry beasts of varying shades and sizes, short tails wagging over beefy asses that framed glazed dark donuts, ebon cocks bobbing and leaving trails of precum in their wake, fuzzy balls jostling as the sounds of their cackling and moans echoed about. Furry bodies staining the air with gnoll musk and bestial male sex. It made her dizzy, combined with the tainted cloth gagging her, but two things kept her fear present: the reminder that she was the only human here and this creeping sinister feeling crawling up her spine like she didn't belong and would be punished for it.

Nolan and the other yeens dropped her in front of a large muscular gnoll sitting on a plush purple throne, rings of gold in his dark dreaded mane, nipples pierced with ruby studs, his spotted radiating a musky aura that stated authority. She eyes his enormous cock and equivocally sized balls, the uncut tip spilling a river of precum between his furry muscled thighs. Her eyes were transfixed until a voice rang out.

"Why are you here?"

"Lord Maruk. This woman confronted me about what we're doing at the restaurant. She'd seen things," Nolan stammered as he prostrated himself.

"And you brought her here... A woman..."

"My lord, please forgive me! I-I didn't know what else to do. The women are impeding my tribute to you and our god Haruk'ha. I couldn't risk her making more trouble."

"Fear not. You were ill-equipped for that task. I shall handle this one."

"Y-yes lord. I'm sorry to have you sully yourself with this woman," said Nolan, keeping his head down.

"Yes. Yes. While I'd rather not, it seems my other half has started to rouse. I'd like to give her a shot across the bow to stay away, and this is the perfect opportunity," said Maruk, as he stood up. Taylor's eyes grew to the side of golfballs as she saw the leader rise from his throne to stand over 7 feet.

"I-I'm not sure I follow."

"No need for you to. Just watch me work."

The large demigod gnoll stood before her, eyeing her with sneer. He could smell the corruption on her, and could feel her femininity resisting.

"Your gender offends me. Time to change that."

With that, Maruk's cock throbbed as it grew even larger, the black flesh swelling, his heavy balls audibly churning. He grabbed Taylor by the ankles and pulled her close, tearing her shorts open to expose her glistening wet pussy. Taylor whimpered through the cloth, as his cock hovered over her exposed nethers. A drop of pestilential precum fell from the tip of his cock hood, splattering over her folds and sizzling on contact. Taylor gasped through the cloth, instead of pain, heat and a sensory overload rippling from her crotch had her nipples harden under her damp Hooters tank top. Her needy lips darkened and thickened, pressing against each other wetly against her will. She expected him to slide himself into the slick flesh and spread her labia, and part of her almost wanted him to, but instead he lowered his cock to her equally exposed anus. She already thought the over foot long slab of dick was too much for her pussy, but her ass even less so. She tried to scream as the tip pressed against her rectum, smearing the opening with more of his corruptive preseed. Her gag muffled her cries as Maruk took no effort to be gentle and slammed into her. His massive cock forced itself inside her ass, stretching her anal walls as it slicked up her bowels with his supernatural cock lube. Her untouched pussy tightened and squelched out juices as his cock continued to invade her other opening. Taylor's eyes rolled back as the massive cock filled her, her stomach bulging with its girth. The big gnoll fucked her savagely, slamming into her with each thrust, her body shaking with every impact as she moaned and cried in pain from the penetration that began blending with pleasure. Maruk growled as he pounded her, his crotch grinding against her clit. The gnoll demigod was reluctant to violate his gay nature, and he took his frustration out on her. His thick precum was seeping into her, staining her insides with its corrupting essence. She could feel it inside her, burning like acid, but the sensation was only making her wetter. He wasn't even touching her pussy yet, but she could feel the heat building, her clit throbbing, her womb aching for a release it couldn't find.

Maruk grunted and growled as he pumped his hips. The tip of his cock was pounding her colon as her rectal ring clenched around him. He could feel his balls tensing, and knew that it would soon be time. He whispered magiks in ancient gnoll tongue, wisps of reddish trails of energy hung in the air as he poisoned her femininity and mind with his influence. Her ass was tight around him, squeezing his shaft, but not enough. He grabbed her increasingly hairy thighs, thick cum-coated black claws pressing into her skin as he pushed her legs back up in the air to go deeper. He looked at her with gleaming red eyes and a smile curled up his wet lips to reveal his sharp fangs. Their eyes locked, the red orbs piercing her soul, pouring in his corruptive will and forcing the inner yeen out more as the whites of her eyes grew veiny and yellowed. She felt his bestial gay desires pummeling her human rationale as his hot drool splattered on her chest and face, soaking her Hooters shirt and making her nipples stand out like diamonds.

Images of human cocks growing and mutating into uncut obsidian veiny logs. Men bent over by spotted jungle beasts and fucked into cackling gay sluts that looked less and less human until it was just the hairy beasts fucking and spewing deliciously fetid gnoll spunk. She gurgled around the gag as her invaded pucker swelled and darkened around the demigod’s massive cock. Her asshole plumped up into a fat donut as a swollen prostate formed along her anal walls like a large walnut which Maruk’s cock battered against, sending her convulsing with foreign pleasure. He crudely ripped away the gag in her mouth so she could inhale more of the musky air around them. Taylor gasped and drooled as an oddly long flat tongue fell from her mouth. The changes festered and spread as gnoll-stained virility traveled through her veins like black tendrils. Slowly at first, but noticeably gaining pace. Her skin darkened and grew rougher, more resistant to his claws that gripped her bulking thighs. Her hair was growing wilder, her breasts were firming up as muscle rippled underneath them and burned away fat. Her clit was suddenly on fire, burning, throbbing, aching with a need for more stimulation. She moaned and drooled through blackened lips, rasping as she pushed a hand between her and the majestic male to rub her clit desperately.

Then her clit grew bigger, and longer, her fingers wrapping around a length of flesh that was slowly becoming familiar. Her pussy drooled a slick mixture of feminine fluids and precum, maturing testicles emerging from her womb as the lips seals closed to become a fat fuzzy black scrotum as the two testes dropped into the fleshy sack that hung between her thighs. The sensations were overwhelming, and her body spasmed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth hung open with drool and grunts. She could feel the demigod’s shaft throb inside her, the head slamming against the growing prostate in her rectum. She reached down with her other hand to fondle her furry balls while stroking the growing length of her clit turned cock. It was already bigger than anything she’d ever experienced as a woman. She shuddered as a hot jet of precum shot from the tip of her cock, splattering on her belly and dripping down her sides. She let out a gurgling screech as the sensations exploded a rush of sizzling hyena hormones to her brain. Thoughts of her being a woman crumbling away as her body forced her to embrace her new god's masculinity. The demigod grunted as he watched her new gnoll cock grow harder, her balls tightening as the first load of gnoll cum boiled inside.

"You are male. You are gay. And you are gnoll."

She looked up at Maruk with confusion as shards of yellow crept into her eyes.

"Y-yeen. Gnoll?"

The demigod laughed as he continued to pound Taylor's stretched asshole with his cock.

"Yessss! You are male. You are gay. You are gnoll. Now embrace it," he growled.

Taylor's cock was now fully grown, an uncut jet-black hyena cock that throbbed in her paw as she stroked it. She moaned and giggled stupidly at the feeling of her increasingly paw-like wrapped around the shaft, the sensation of the hard flesh in her grasp was intoxicating as rough pads puffed up on her palms and fingertips, nails black and curling into claws as fingers fattened and swelled. The gnoll's hips slammed into her ass, his balls slapping against the back of her hairy ass cheeks, his heavy furry nuts left damp trails of sweat along the back of her muscled glutes. She grunted and gurgled up a fresh wave of slobbery drool, face cracking and bones shifting as her nose darkened and grew wet. Her hairy eyebrows thickened and jutted forward, casting a shadow over her glowing amber eyes that peered back at Maruk, fully absorbed into the corruptive ocean of his bestially divine intent.

"Gay..." Taylor uttered, as beginning to milk and squeeze at the monster cock pounding her guts. Her hungry puckered anus pulled and massaged at the thick rod to encourage a full breeding. Her own cock bounced in her furry grip as translucent yellow pre beaded out uncut tip like a leaky faucet.

Yes.... Gay..grrr!" said Maruk, rewarding her with a harder thrust to ram her prostate.

Taylor shook as the statement warped her perspective. Of course she was gay. She liked cock. She liked big hungry asses. heavy musk-laden nuts and beefy hairy... furry... bodies with wagging tails.

"Gnolls...' she muttered her lust-injected brain connected the dots.

"A gay gnoll," corrected Maruk accompanied with another rewarding thrust into her prostate to force more male hyena hormones to pump through her veins. Her feet kicked out as her sneakers bulged and whined, dark claws piercing the material as her toes plumped up, soles extending as dark fur traveled down her ankles to her sweat-saturated feet that tested the confines of her sneakers. Big gay gnolls have big sweaty paws. Taylor splayed her toes as her foot expanded further, the nose of her shoes exploded to free fat padded toe beans and heavy hearted pads. The rest of the shoe fell away as her feet and shins thickened as the bones grew denser. The explosive growth rippled through her, back expanding with muscle as thick spotted dirty blonde fur spread over her hardened lats. She giggled and shook her blocky as the pleasure rippled through her with the growth, sweaty hair slinging around as the messy blonde hair spread down her extending spine into a mane. Her arms popped and lengthened as she groped the demi-deity's hard muscles, worshipping his magnificent form with her growing pawhands. Big paws. What do they say about men with big paws? Her cock twitched in response. Men?

"Male?" she whispered followed by a confused animalistic whine. At this point the only threads of womanhood were in her mind and they were already fraying under the onslaught of unfettered male yeen corruption.

"Gnoll. Gay. Male!" demanded Maruk, punctuating every word with a thrust into her increasingly sloppy ass. His cock was throbbing, the tip smashing the new yeen's walnut as it threatened to pop inside his rectum and seal their fate.

"Mnh, Male...," Taylor panted as the concept pierced into his core. He was a gnoll. A gay horny gnoll with a big fat, "Yeen cock!" he growled, his voice deepening as she felt her balls twitch and tighten. His cock was throbbing in her paw, his hole clenching around the demigod's cock that was stretching her guts and forcing its way inside his body as it was about to unload. Taylor could feel the heat radiating from the gnoll's crotch and his musk was overwhelming, but it was no longer repulsive. Instead of feeling sick from the scent he inhaled it like a drug, head spinning as his balls throbbed and pulled up to his body to release it's first bestial male orgasm. Then a name came to him. The name of his new god, whose avatar was fucking him this very moment. He was a male gay gnoll for, "Haruk'ha!"

The last thread of Taylor's femininity snapped as a wisp of her human self flowed from his lips in a strand of faint light that hovered between the two masculine anthro beasts before the corruptive presence infested the last light of her humanity twisting it as it was pulled into Maruk.

"Yes... All mine... Hehehrrghaa!" Maruk growled, his cock throbbing as he slammed into the new yeen's prostate a final time. The new hyena moaned as the tip of Maruk's shaft forced its way deep past the rim of his ass, the demigod's tip lodging into his colon. Taylor's cock throbbed in his paw, his balls pulled up tight against the base of his shaft as the demigod's cock exploded in his ass. A torrent of hot, thick, sticky gnoll cum flooded into his intestines, filling him with the essence of Haruk'ha . The heat of it spread through his body, the power of the seed overwhelming his senses as it burned into his flesh. His mind was overwhelmed by the sensations of his ass being pumped full of the demigod's semen. The sclera of his wild eyes darkened to black, tail extending as it flailed with excitement. Taylor's beefy body shuddered as he was remade completely in Haruk'ha's male image. His cock bounced and began shooting its inaugural load, hot ropes of yellow hyena cum sprayed from the uncut tip against Maruk's muzzle and his own, the following shots splattering into his chest fur.

Taylor moaned as he felt the cock unsheathe from his ass followed by a gush of steaming seed. Maruk licked up the cum on his muzzle and smiled down at the new yeen squirming on the floor in a puddle of sweat and cum. He looked over to Nolan who averted his gaze and looked back at Taylor on the floor.

"Vic, you're up."

In a dark corner a pair of dark amber eyes glowed, a sloshing sound accompanying it as a huge bestial paw tugged at an equally huge cock.

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Nolan and Taylor called an all-hands meeting after closing the next day. The private party room was filled with busty women in their Hooters clothes who'd just finished their shift and others in casual clothing. Taylor stood with him at the head of the room, cloaked in a glamour that obscured his inhuman male form under the guise of his former feminine self, though hints of his virile yeen musk slipped through. They looked on at the women in the room before nodding at the kitchen staff to lock the doors to leave the building. Nolan noted that Chelsea and Roberta weren't there yet. He contemplated waiting for the lead server and restaurant manager, but decided to proceed. They'd have to deal with the two women eventually, but he didn't want to put off his tribute to his Lord Haruk'ha.

"Ladies, thank you for coming last minute. We've provided food and drinks for the meeting. Feel free to have as much as you like," Nolan said, gesturing to trays of wings with a creamy sauce that had become more common lately and canned beverages, "I know some of you have been concerned about some of the new menu items and how we've been handling things here at the restaurant. So, I've asked you all to gather here tonight to discuss the issues and address any problems or concerns that you may have."

Taylor looked around at the women in the room and sniffed, catching a whiff of feminine scents mixed with his and Nolan's musky aroma. The other males were also sniffing at the air, the tension in the room building. The cooks could barely contain their glamours from the excitement as they handed out plates of wings sauced with a special batch Vic helped them make with a generous offering from his overfull gnoll nuts. Some of the women snacked on the offered food as they listened to Nolan. About half had worked that night, still in their uniforms, trainers, socks, pantyhose, booty shorts, and t-shirts with classic large Hooters logo. The others were dressed more casual and less slutty. The ones just off the closing shift looked already a bit dazed from the recent exposure to the gay yeen musk the cooks and a few customers had been giving off. The rest seemed more lucid, if not annoyed that they were called in to the restaurant when they were off at the last minute.

"We've been working on some changes in the kitchen, trying to find ways to improve our offerings and provide more options for our customers. It's been a learning process for all of us, and we appreciate your patience as we've worked through it," he said, his voice a low rumble that made the women's skin crawl. Taylor was licking his lips as he stared at the girls, a hunger in his eyes.

"But first I'd like to introduce you to our 'guest' tonight," Nolan said with a sharp smile.

The door behind him opened and the glamoured yeens stepped aside, letting out a large beast of a gnoll. Taylor was big, and Nolan was bigger, but Vic was a monster of a gnoll. The women's eyes widened as they watched the massive beast enter. Unlike when he moonlit as a flight attendant, Vic didn't bother with a glamour to hide his bestial appearance. Red black-spotted fur shifted over huge bulging muscles. His thick-lipped muzzle drizzled thick drool as it curled up to a smile at the humans on offer, tusks and fangs as intimidating as those lecherous amber eyes. His bestial head was framed with black red-tinged mane, thick pubic fur that was the same color stood in thick swaths from his pits and crotch, and between the massive heaving tits that hug from his chest drippling a slimy fluid that looked no different than semen.

Vic's cock was already half erect and dangling between his legs, thick veins pulsing along the length, the tip dripping with a clear fluid that stained the floor. The yeens in the room could feel the heat radiating from him. His musk poured from his behemoth of a body in rolling waves of fog that dispersed in the air, tainting it with his corruption.

The women in the room gasped at the sight of the monstrous creature. Some half expecting it was some kind of joke, but the scent of the air, the shifting of his wild eyes, and the oddly intelligent curl of his muzzle into a sharp smile had the hairs on the back of their necks standing up.

"This is Vic, he'll be helping us tonight, so everyone please give him your full attention as he trains you all on the new policy," he said.

"Hello flesh-pups. Time to get your cocks and fur," growled Vic as he stepped forward on a heavy paw, flexing his large muscles, and airing out his bushy pits before lifting up one of his large tits and groping at it. The flesh rolled under the fur, testes roiling within as the fat dark nipple expressed a creamy thick fluid, "Need a volunteer to start."

It was a command more than a request and the scent flowing from Vic filled the nostrils of the women in the room, making a heat build between their thighs. The increasing temp of the room, causing many to release the first beads of sweat as their pores opened up and received the mutative gnoll stench that made the hairs thicken. Some of the women looked at eachother in fear and confusion, while others were transfixed on Vic, their eyes glazed with an unnatural hunger.

A busty petite blonde stepped forward, her eyes glassy with lust. Her name was Crystal, a popular girl who worked as a host and was known for being quite promiscuous. She was wearing her skimpy Hooters outfit that left little to the imagination. Her large breasts were straining against her top, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Her shorts were tight and showed off her round ass. Around her lips the sauce from the wings were smeared as she stared at the oddly alluring body of the beast at the head of the room.

"Y-yes, I'm a volunteer. W-what do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice quivering with excitement and nervousness. The moisture between her thighs overwhelmed by a growing heat in her clit. Sweat beaded on her brow as she locked eyes with the genderfluid gnoll enticing her senses. The deep amber eyes dug into her soul, shoveling deep and planting a seed of corruption that reverberated inside her.

"Come to me, little flesh-pup. We'll start nice and easy. You'll love it," ordered Vic.

Crystal gulped, but her body moved on its own as she strolled up to the beast, her mind clouded with a strange mix of fear and arousal as the other women watched with similar mixed feelings but transfixed nonetheless. 'Trans'-fixed indeed.

The big gnoll's musk was already working its magic on the women. The more sensitive ones had a growing fire between their thighs, the less had a strange tingle in their clits that made it difficult to stand still. Vic was in no mood for foreplay, and Crystal was too mesmerized to resist as the gnoll grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up like she was a toy. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct as he pressed her against his chest, his thick arms holding her up and his huge paws fondling her ass and thighs. He lowered his head and took a whiff of her hair, smelling her scent, his nose twitching at the feminine odors coming off her. He growled softly as his cock began to stiffen, the length of the shaft pressing against her crotch, the tip oozing with precum. Crystal gasped as the gnoll's cock rubbed against her pussy through the fabric of her shorts, her body reacting to the contact.

"Time to drink, pup. Don't fight, just embrace it," Vic rumbled, his voice low and guttural as he pushed up a roiling tit to Crystal's mouth, the fat black nipple oozing over her lip like hot yellow fudge, "Now drink!"

And she did. Her mind was a fog of lust and confusion, her body obeying the command before her mind could catch up. Her tongue wrapped around his fat nipple and sucked on the dark teat. The taste of his milk was rich and savory with a hint of sweetness, the flavor of spiced honey and salted butter cream mixed over her taste buds in a way she never thought possible. Her mind was flooded with images of men engaging in all sorts of carnal acts. Bodies writhing together in a mass of flesh and growing fur. Her clit was throbbing in her shorts, the fabric of her panties soaked with her juices. She couldn't stop, even if she wanted to. The taste of the jizzmilk was addictive, and the images in her head were too powerful.

As Crystal sucked on Vic's teat, the other women in the room began to feel the effects of the milk as the tainted air invaded their bodies. The room was thick with the musk of the gnolls, and the women were getting increasingly aroused. Some were touching themselves, their hands slipping into their shorts and skirts, others were rubbing their breasts through their shirts. Even the ones who weren't into the idea of sex with men were beginning to feel the effects of the corruption. Their minds were fogging over as the milk and musk filled the air, their bodies reacting to the pheromones. The ones just off their shift were even more frisky than the others, their slutty uniforms damp with sweat as they watched the erotic display. A couple began to make out while watching as another woman tore into the tainted wings with one hand while the other rubbed at her clit as she plopped onto the floor to watch like some gooner.

Crystal’s body was changing, growing modestly larger, with slender muscle, masculinity bubbling under her womanly form as the cummy milk flowed into her gullet. Her hair was growing wild, skin darkening and becoming furrier. The young woman’s breasts pulled against her chest and grew denser with muscle forming underneath as the fat coalesced in each breast to become fist-sized masses of testosterone masquerading as a breast. Her nipples grew more prominent as they blackened with corruption. Her clit engorged, the hood pulling back as it pushed out from the fabric of her panties rapidly with girth, the length of her clit-turning-cock pressed against her shorts. The Hooters uniform was straining against her shifting body, the fabric of her shirt ripping at the seams as fuzz poked through. Her muscles toned and abs tightened but kept her feminine lithe. The changing woman’s thighs thickened, filling in her pantyhose until the see-through cloth slashed under the pressure of her expanding flesh, swaths of fur sticking haphazardly from the torn fabric. Narrow hips cinched as her asses cracked out wider. The crotch of her shorts was stretched to the breaking point as her new cock pushed against the fabric insistently, large orbs dropping from deep in her crotch and swelling inside her panties to remove all traces of her pussy. Her face was shifting as little pops and cracks rippled under the skin, her jawline fuzzy with a chinstrap beard growing into prominence around the still soft edges while her nose, widening and wet as it took on an inhuman bestial texture, flared and sniffed at the musk around her. Her swelling lips pursed around the massive nipple, dark to match her growing muzzle as the bottom swelled larger, wet and inviting for a sloppy kiss. She moaned as she felt the changes happening to her body, the pleasure was overwhelming as her body was remade into something more feral and definitively more male. She couldn’t stop sucking on Vic’s nipple, the taste of his milk was too intoxicating, and the images of increasingly bestial hyena men having sex in her head were too powerful. She felt like she was on the verge of cumming, but she didn’t know if that was even possible anymore. She wasn’t sure what was going on with her below the belt, but she didn’t quite feel human anymore… not… female? Her new uncut cock bounced and jerked as it ripped wetly through her shorts, splattering her pecs with hot precum. Her mind was fogged over with lust, and she couldn’t think straight, but she knew she didn’t want to stop. Not now. Not ever.

Vic grinned as he watched Crystal transform into a yeen. The sight of the busty little blonde turning into a hairy effeminate male was a delight. He could smell the changes happening to her body, the way her scent shifted from feminine to flowery masculine as she embraced the yeen seed inside her that he was watering with a deluge of his corruptive jizzmilk. He could feel the heat of her body pressing against his, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her cock rubbing against his abs. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and hunger, her mouth was full of his nipple, and her tongue was lapping at the milk that flowed from his teats. Her fat furry ass ripped through the rest of her shorts to free her new ragged yeen tail that flailed about, pantyhose barely clinging to her thighs as her uncovered ass exposed her quivering anus to the air. Unencumbered it swelled and bloated into a juicy dark donut, wet with cock-hungy hyena hormones as it hovered over Vic's massive cock.

The big gnoll let out a low rumble of satisfaction, his own cock throbbing and pulsating with need. He was ready to fuck this new male into the ground, to breed him with his massive cock. Vic's cocktip pressed against the rim of her new pucker, the tip already invading her body, and he growled softly in anticipation. He could feel her body trembling, her muscles twitching and spasming. She was close, so very close, and he knew it. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air. It was the only thing the other women could smell. The musk of the gnolls and the scent of their arousal. It was driving them wild, their own bodies responding to the pheromones in the air. Their pussies were dripping, their nipples hard and erect as they watched Crystal turn. Some looked hairier and with bulges that weren’t present when they had walked in. Uniforms grew more taught as they pushed up on each other and the bestial cooks who were much more receptive than they had been prior. They wanted to join her, to feel the pleasure that she was feeling. Despite that and the musk, the others who hadn't eaten or worked a shift were gripped with fear at what they were watching unfold before them.

The big gnoll could sense the other women's arousal starting to overrun the fear and it fueled his own. His cock was throbbing, the tip leaking a steady stream of precum. His pits went into overdrive as infectious musk and sweat bloomed harder from the hairy caverns.

Vic growled and pushed his hips forward, driving his massive shaft deep into Crystal's ass. The new yeen moaned and shuddered as he felt the length of Vic's cock fill him, his own cock spurting ropes of gnoll cum all over his chest and face. Vic's hips slammed into Crystal's, his heavy balls smacking against the new yeen's ass. He was panting and growling, his eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in a wicked smile as he fucked the new yeen. Crystal was lost in a haze of lust, his mind filled with nothing but the sensation of being fucked, of being bred, of being remade as a sissified male by the massive gnoll. His body was changing, shifting, his breasts now jiggly like moobs as male hormones pumped through them. His nipples were darkening and engorging, his growing body hair thickening into lush spotted fur. Crystal was much less a woman, and much more a yeen, a gay girly male one.

The sight of the two males fucking was too much for some of the girls, and a couple of them were already starting to change. Their hair was getting thicker and coarser, their skin was getting darker and rougher. A girl was on her knees in front of one of the cooks, sucking on his cock. She was a cute little brunette, a college student, a virgin, and she'd been scared out of her mind when she'd first come into the room. But the smell, the musk, the sight of the two males fucking, and the taste of the cook's cock in her mouth were all too much for her. She moaned around the shaft in her throat as she felt her body change, her breasts were growing, her nipples were getting bigger. Her thighs were thickening, her pussy was tingling, her hair was growing wild and thick. Her pussy was leaking juices, her ass was getting rounder and juicier. The cook growled as he saw her transform, his cock throbbing in her throat. He reached down and grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth. His cock was getting bigger, his balls were getting fuller. He was going to cum, and he was going to make sure she drank every drop of his load.

Vic's hips were slamming into Crystal's, his heavy balls smacking against the new yeen's ass. Vic's massive cock was driving deep into Crystal's guts, pounding his prostate and making his cock spurt out more ropes of precum. Vic's balls were churning, his muscles flexing as he drove himself to the brink. He was about to cum, and he wanted to make sure that Crystal got every last drop of his load. As Crystal was transformed into a yeen, his new male mind was overwhelmed with sensations of pleasure. He was no longer a woman, he was now a gay gnoll male, and his body was reacting accordingly. His cock was throbbing and pulsating, his balls were full of cum. He was going to explode, and he didn't care if he got knocked up with a whole litter of cubs or not.

Vic let out a roar of triumph as he came, his massive cock spewing forth a torrent of cum into Crystal's guts. The force of the blast was enough to make Crystal's stomach bulge, his insides bloating from the sheer volume of cum that was being pumped into him. Crystal's cock erupted in a shower of gnoll cum, splattering all over the room and soaking several of the women who were closest to the two males. They moaned and shuddered, their bodies changing, their minds filling with the desire to be fucked by a gnoll. The room was filled with the sounds of sex and transformation as the women were corrupted by the musk of the gnolls. The ones that had already made the full transformation were on their knees, sucking off the cooks and the other gnolls in the room, while the ones that were still changing were getting their asses plowed by the beasts as they became more like them. The room was a mass of writhing bodies, fur and flesh rubbing together, cocks slapping against bodies, balls smacking against asses. The air was thick with the musk of the gnolls and the scent of sex. The room was a testament to the power of the yeen, and a warning to the remaining women of the restaurant that they would soon join Haruk'ha's ranks as cock-crazed femboi yeens. The few uninfected women ran to the doors to escape, screaming in despair as they realized the doors were locked. The new fembois gnoll and yeen cooks that weren't busy fucking quickly took notice of the human women trying to escape and quickly clambered on their paws, giggling wildly as they eagerly forced themselves on the humans needing a good cackle. Crys shot another rope of cum from his cock, moaning girlishly as he watched his fellow fembois in torn tanktops and booty shorts fuck the asses and faces of the women left trying to escape. Cackling and shaking as he watched the smell of females faded completely from the room. His ill-fitting torn shirt, soaked in his stinky hyena sweat, warped under the oppressive corruption Vic was pumping out, The letters of Hooters shifting as the 'H' became a black veiny throbbing 'C' the other letters shifting as the 's' at the end bloomed into a parody of a hyena tail in the letter's shape to spell "Cacklers". Vic's cock finally pulled out with a loud wet plop, a gush of gnoll semen flowing from the new yeen's gaping ass. The massive red-furred beast grinned at the new gooner gurl gayboy yeen and gave his juicy ass a playful swat before moving off to claim another virgin pussy to turn into a fat juicy ass for him to pound. He looked over at Nolan and Taylor, both standing by the door and looking at him hungrily. Vic grinned and sauntered up to them, his cock swinging between his legs like a pendulum, still dripping with cum. The big gnoll reached out and grabbed Taylor by the throat, lifting him off his feet and slamming him against the wall. Vic pressed his massive body against the smaller yeen, grinding his cock against the other gnoll's thigh. "You've done well, Nolan. Your tribute will please Lord Haruk'ha." Vic growled as he pressed his muzzle to the small yeen's neck, taking in his scent. Taylor's hands were gripping the bigger gnoll's wrists, but he didn't try to pull away.

"There's two missing. They should be here soon," said Nolan as he pinched a nipple.

"Good. I will change them personally," growled Vic as a femboi crawled up between his asscheeks and began lapping the oily musk as another latched onto one of his huge tits to drink the nutty fluids.

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Roberta and Chelsea walked down the hall towards the meeting room, their footsteps echoing in the empty hall. Roberta was wearing her usual Hooters attire, a white tank top with the orange logo and shorts that hugged her body. Chelsea was wearing her uniform too, her top and shorts stretched over her voluptuous figure.

"I wonder why Nolan called us in for a meeting," said Roberta, "I hope it's not about the new menu items."

"I don't know. I'm not a fan of the new wings," replied Chelsea.

"It's not just the new items, it's the weird behavior of the staff. Taylor's been acting odd. I heard she's dating one of the cooks. Like someone caught her in the men's restroom," Roberta confided.

"What? That's gross," Chelsea said.

"Tell me about it, and why does it smell like a zoo in here?" Roberta said as they approached the double doors of the private party room, "Let's just see what they want and get out of here. I got a hot date after this." Roberta smiled, thinking about her boyfriend.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty kitchen that had almost every counter accompanied by one or two large gallon containers of some murky yellow sauce. It looked like the new stuff they'd be using a lot more recently and it stank. Roberta was rethinking letting Nolan run the kitchen and menu as freely as she had. There was just a bit of an eeriness in the background as they came to the doors leading to the VIP area. The sound of raucous sex, debauchery, and unabated laughter was coming from inside bundled with the musk of sex and the smell of food. The two women exchanged glances with Roberta silently signaling with a finger to her lips as she crouched down and pushed open the doors to the meeting room. Their eyes widened in abject horror. Inside the room was a mass of writhing bodies. A few had typical male albeit bestial builds, wearing raggedy cook aprons save for a couple. The rest of the beasts were slimmer, more feminine built with their wide hips, soft shoulders, and thick full lips at the end of their muzzles. A lot of them wore the Hooters uniform, white tank top, booty shorts, stockings, and trainers, but the outfits were all ill-fitting and more tattered as thick swaths of fur poked through. The girls? They even had small tits, barely even a handful standing out against the stretched uniforms that oddly read 'Cacklers' instead of Hooters. It clearly was the servers, but there was no doubt they were all males. Dark fat cocks with equally obsidian furry balls bounced and bobbed between their fat thighs just like the cooks. Any hint of their vaginas gone as their bestial partners fucked their fat asses, or were fucked by their eager cocks. Slobbery pouty lips slurping on ebon shafts, cum splattering into ass, muzzles and fur every few seconds. Every last one some oversexualized amalgamation of hyena and man, and in the center of it all was one more monstrous than the others, pounding into one of the femboy gnoll's asses, tits larger than a human's head, and a cock so large it made the male riding it bulge in the belly from the massive intrusion. The beast had to be well over 7 feet tall, with wicked eyes that scanned the room with a dark sneer.

Chelsea gagged as a thick waft of the musk curled through the cracked doorway, and Roberta quickly closed the door just as Vic's eyes shifted over to the door they were behind.

"Fuck! What the hell are those things?!" Chelsea whispered.

"I don't know, but nothing good. We need to get the hell out of here. I don't know if those are the girls or if they ate them, but clearly it's a guy's only affair. Let go before they notice," said Roberta, trying to softly step away.

"Too late, fleshpups," rumbled a voice from the double doors. A large shadow loomed over the two women, the door swinging wide open with the sound of a party inside. Roberta and Chelsea froze in place as they looked at the massive beast that stood before them. The creature was at least 7 feet tall, his body covered in thick spotted red fur, his arms and legs bulging with muscles that rolled under the fur coat revealing the sheer definition, and his massive cock swinging between his thighs. His fur was stained with sweat, and semen. His face was a mix of human and hyena, his lips twisted into a wicked grin as the heavy tits hanging from his chest seemed to churn under his fur as the nipples oozed. His amber eyes glowed with a feral hunger as he stared at the two women. The stench of musk that poured from Vic was overwhelming. It was like a thick cloud of pheromones that invaded their noses and mouths, making them gag. Roberta could feel her panties growing damp as the smell of the monster's musk invaded her nostrils. Chelsea's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the massive beast before her.

The hyena brute grabbed at them, Roberta, having just enough sense to jump away and miss the massive paw reaching for her. Chelsea wasn't so lucky, her arm being snatched by the big beast and pulled in. She screamed as Vic began humping against her like a toy, huge cock jabbing at the seat of her shorts, tearing the fabric as it soaked the fibers with corrosive cock juices. The young blonde screeched as she felt the tip start to push through and force her anus to start opening.

"Quiet pup, you need cock. Now have it!" growled Vic as his shaft spurt against her virgin pucker as he forced a tit into her mouth, squeezing the flesh as a giant testicle rolled underneath the furry flesh and forced spooge to the nipple currently plugged in Chelsea's mouth. She flailed, body heat already rising as the hairs on her ass thickened and grew around her swelling pucker. She kicked and thrashed, shoe flying off as her lips started to darken on the leather black nipple feeding her jizzmilk. The fight in her started to wane before suddenly Roberta woke from the shocking sight to find her courage and kick the monster in the nuts.

Vic roared in pain he'd never known, releasing Chelsea, who fell to the floor with a thud as he dropped to a knee. His nut forced out a glob of cum from his cock releasing endorphins as the pain subsided while Roberta pulled up Chelsea in a panic. The lead server coughed up globs of yellow spunk and stumbled in Roberta's arms as she gathered her footing.

The two women screamed as they ran away, Chelsea knocking over one of the containers with 'sauce' and spilling some on her leg and all over the floor as they ran. They weren't prepared for the lights to turn off, as the sound of pots and pans clattering to the floor rang out while they clumsily made their escape. Vic just smiled, taking in their scent as his hackles rose in excitement for a hunt. The manager was a feisty one. He liked that. The big gnoll rolled his shoulders and licked his lips as he trod in the direction they ran. With Nolan having shut the lights and Taylor working to lock the doors of the building, there would be no escape.

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"Shit, shit, shit!" exclaimed Roberta as she ran through the darkened kitchen, Chelsea stumbling along beside her. The two women were in a panic, their hearts pounding in their chests. The sound of the hyena's wild laughter filled the air. Chelsea's shorts were stained with the creature's musk and cum. She was terrified and confused, her body already changing as the hyena's cum worked its way into her system.

They reached the exit door, but it was locked. Roberta cursed and fumbled with her keys, trying desperately to find the one that would unlock the door. Chelsea leaned against the wall, her body hot and throbbing with need. Just as she found the key-

"Going somewhere," growled Taylor, approaching them much closer than they expected. The shock made the both jump, keys clattering to the floor as they scattered, somehow getting separated in the confusion as they ran through the dark restaurant. The only light came from the moon and the streetlamps outside as the two tried to navigate the dark restaurant in a panic, the sound of Vic's heavy footsteps echoing through the empty building.

Chelsea stumbled through the dark finding herself back near the kitchen's storage room. She felt itchy, body sheened with sweat in her clothes as fear and adrenaline gripped her. The simmering arousal she felt kept at bay as she hoped to find her friend and escape somehow.

"'Berta!" she whispered in a panic as she crept into the storage room, using the light of her phone to see inside. Realizing Roberta wasn't there she backed away, as deep amber eyes lit up in the dark behind her. A wet snout snuffled against her neck, hot breath against her skin and the musk of the beast filling her nose as he inhaled her scent. She turned her head, nearly shaking with dread. Her eye locked with a piercing feral orb as, feeling the intent behind them as she shuddered. A heat radiated from her clit, pucker still gaping from the start of its penetration earlier suddenly clenching wetly as her knees buckled.

"Found you, pup. Time for breeding," he grunted heavily in her ear, grabbing her from behind in his trunk-like furry arms while his large body hunched down over her and pulled the woman into the darkness. His slobbery tongue slid up her cheek, making the vellus hairs raise up and thicken.

Chelsea screamed as the beast muffled her cries in a large pawhand, his other hand gripping her torso and pulling her back against his chest. The young server's mind reeled as she realized what was about to happen. The beast was going to fuck her, to breed her. The thought should have terrified her, but instead, her body reacted with a rush of heat and lust. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, and her nipples were hard as diamonds through her tank top, tits bouncing in the grip of the hyena beast.

Vic wasted no time pushing his 17 inch cock against her sloppy pucker. It seemed her opening has soaked up her dick's emissions and was primed to be fucked, her puckered anus wet with slimy juices and his cock's musk, her hole gaping and pulsing as the ring of flesh darkened and the rim grew more prominent as if reacting to the presence of the hormone flooded male. The huge gnoll was not gentle as he pressed the head of his shaft against the hole. Chelsea's body was already reacting to the presence of the monster, her skin breaking out in a sweat and her body shuddering with need.

"Please... don't," she whimpered, her voice weak and trembling.

Vic didn’t reply, his hands gripped her tightly as he pushed his massive member into her ass. Chelsea gasped as the thick rod of flesh pushed inside her, insides stretching to accommodate the huge cock. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her head spin. Her body rippled in response, skin growing rougher and sprouting patches of thick blondish fur riddled with large brown dots. Her D-cup breasts grew smaller but more sensitive as they bounced with each thrust, hips narrowing as her heated clit began lengthening and pushing out her folds.

Vic's thrusts were powerful, his hips slamming against hers with a loud slap of flesh on flesh. Her pussy was dripping wet, her juices flowing down her legs and mixing with the cum that leaked from her stretched ass. Her muscles clenched around the massive cock, trying to push it out, but the beast only laughed at her efforts. He was too strong, too big, and she was helpless to resist. Chelsea's eyes rolled back in her head, her body shuddering as the beast pounded into her. She could barely tell anything was happening outside of the cock invading her increasingly welcoming pucker, but with every twitch and shudder she felt something change. Her muscles tightened on her lithe frame and her bones shifted in her face as her hands and feet swelled with sinew. Her ovaries burned deep in her pelvis, insides churning with the beast's musk and hormones as dark veins spread through her skin carrying beast blood. Her body shook around the cock, feet kicking and tearing through her last shoe as claws tore through the fabric. She muttered with delirium as the heat in her clit and ass was sending waves of hot pleasure through her that collided with the burning discomfort of her sex.

"P-Please... pp-please.... D-d-ugh... plea- please..." she droned unevenly in a mantra as if it would help her. It was the only resistance she could cling to as Vic pounded out any coherent thoughts with every infectious thrust.

Her breasts had shrunk down to barely more than A-cups, jiggling on her slender male chest as the dark veins cascading over her skin reached her chest. Nipples darkened as the gnoll blood infested what was left of her tits. She gasped out a moan between her muttering as her nipples grew more prominent, the tit-flesh under becoming more coarse as her alveolus converged within, mutating into a hormone-laden teste the size of a large plum in each little tit. The sensation felt weird and foreign to her addled mind. It didn't feel human. Didn't feel female. She panted with a daze, a growing tongue falling from a shifting maw around large fangs.

"Pp-Please..." she shuddered.

Vic smiled as he reached up to her corrupted tits, huge paws easily enveloping them as fur spread in a thatch on her pecs in between. He kneaded and squeezed the freshly grown chesticles, forcing them to send a gush of male gayboy gnoll hormones through her body. The corrupted internal secretions raced through her veins to flush out the core of her femininity. Her brain was assaulted by them, dark veins spreading over her graymatter as her brain was overloaded with so much femboy hyena hormones fur grew out her ears. The lobes tugged as stretched warping into furry satellites that took in the sounds of Vic's heavy grunts.

"Please!" Another squeeze and a rush of more hormones forced her body to warp further, mouth cracking out into a dark drooling muzzle as her lips grew even more swole and pouty. Eyes rolled in their sockets as amber invaded them, Feet stretching into full sized paws as her ass swelled around the cock, and gripped it harder. Thighs thick with cushion and spotted fur as her legs spread, furry knees pulling up to her petite fuzzy abs and thick treasure trail as her spine popped as extended into a hairy tail that flitted against Vic's abdomen. Vic kneaded her soft chestnuts again, causing the whites of her eyes to darken like lacquer.

"Please d-d-Doohehehahahaaa!" Chelsea shrieked with lust-craze as a fresh pair of oversized gnoll balls dropped from her vagina into a dark fleshy sack that was her new scrotum covered in sweat, hair, and remnants of her vaginal fluids. Her clit exploded in size with the double dose of testosterone, shooting out and pumping in girth as it pushed into a throbbing black spire of yeen cock, the uncut tip opening as the new feral nuts tightened and forced out slimy ropes of corrupted hyena spooge. The sloppy yellow cum splattered over the storage containers as Chelsea's brain twisted around Vic's intent.

She had a cock and it felt so good. A fat furry ass that needed constant pounding. Heavy balls that loved unloading on human faces to make them warp into drooling muzzles. She was an object of lust, certainly not female, but she or rather he, didn't mind letting humans think that. It made them so much easier to get in his grimy paws and trick into fucking him. He loved it! Almost as much as he loved the big beast fucking his brains out. If he was a sex object, then he was something that belonged to the monster that was fucking him. His master and packmate. Just the thought of bringing more into Vic's harem made his nuts churn. Vic's cock was a battering ram, slamming into him with each thrust, the fat tip pressing deep into his guts, forcing his organs to make room for the massive invader. His body was a vessel for the beast's lust, a plaything to be used and fucked and bred as they gave praise to-

"Haruk'ha!" Roared Vic in his new femboy's furry ear.

"Yes! Praise Him! Anything for you! HahaHAHAAA...!" screamed Chelsea as his cock spewed another rope of hot gnoll cum as Vic spewed deep inside him.

The new effeminate gnoll was dropped to the floor, fat ass unsheathing the large cock that was inside it as a rush of cum followed.

"Chase."

Chelsea looked up huffing with a deeper voice that rolled over a lighter pitch. Did he mean him? Was that his name?

"Chase!" Vic grumbled.

It was a command, but that didn't stop Chase's rotted cum-sticky brain from letting it adhere to his identity. He was Chase. Chelsea was what the customers called him.

"Find the human woman that you came with. She'll make a good toy," Vic sneered as the eager femboy nodded and sniffed the air before dashing off to find Roberta for his master.

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Roberta was panting heavily, her body covered in sweat and musk as she ran through the darkened restaurant. She'd managed to escape from the monster, but she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep going. The beast had chased her into the main restaurant, but she'd managed to lose him in the dark. She'd been running around for what felt like hours even if only some minutes, and her body was aching. Oddly enough none of the other beasts that were fucking in the VIP room came looking for her. It was almost as if it were a game to them. Her muscles were sore and her lungs were burning, but she couldn't afford to slow down. She needed to find a way out, or at the very least, somewhere safe to hide.

She heard claws clacking on the tiled floor as a husky voice lilted in the air.

"Robeerta! Come on and join the fun girl. I can smell how horny you really are," the voice moaned like a sissy before it called out again, "Come on, just a quick jerk session between us. I won't tell the others."

"Chelsea?" she had to stop herself from yelling and it crawled out her mouth in a whisper.

"It's Chase, sweetie. I'm only Chelsea when the customers are still fleshy," said Chase as his blocky muzzle popped up over the counter right next to her. Roberta gasped as she saw her friend had become one of the beasts. A small slender effeminate hyena whose eyes had grown a bit bigger and were amber, the same color as his fur. His muzzle had elongated, but still retained a feminine shape. His teeth were sharp and pointed, and his tongue lolled from his mouth, dripping with saliva. His body was lithe and slim, but his chest had thickened with fur, pecs growing into a facsimile of breasts, the nipples dark and swollen, and a pair of heavy testicles hung beneath his cock, which was long and thick, and dripping with pre-cum. He wore a torn-up Hooters shirt and booty shorts that were barely containing his assets. Roberta could see that his tail was wagging excitedly, and his body was shaking with anticipation.

"Ch-Chase? What the hell happened to you?! You look like those monsters," she exclaimed, eyes wide. Chase giggled and leaned in, licking his chops with that big canine tongue of his. Her face was flushed, and her heart was racing. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and the musky scent of his arousal was making her head swim.

"I've evolved, Robe. I'm a new, better Chelsea. Chase. I'm Chase now," said the femboy gnoll as he sniffed at her. "And you've changed too. I can smell the lust coming off of you. I can smell the need, the hunger. You want to be like me, don't you? You want to be free of the chains of your humanity." Chase licked her neck with his long slimy tongue, making her shudder.

"God, no. What the hell are you talking about?" she said, pushing him away. "I'm not some horny slut like you, Chase. I'm a grown-ass woman. I have a life and a job. I don't have time for this shit." Roberta was panting now, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and his musk was filling her nostrils.

"About that job, hun. We've got new owners now. You don't work for Hooters anymore. None of us do. It's Cacklers now sweetie, and you're gonna love it!"

Roberta watched incredulously as the Hooters logo on Chase's shirt changed and shifted to the same Cacklers logo she saw on the shirts of the hyenas back in the VIP room. It was unreal.

"N-no. Fuck what is this!? Stay away from me. I quit. J-just let me out of here!"

"You've got a new job as my toy anyway," said a deep voice behind her.

Roberta turned around to see Vic hulking over her. She gulped, fear gripping her as she tried to back away but Chase grabbed her shoulders to keep her in place. Vic smirked as he turned around and squatted. His ass opened up, a dark ring of flesh opening up to reveal a slimy puckered hole that smelled of musk and cum. It was huge and gaping, and Roberta couldn't help but stare at it. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before. Vic grinned over his shoulder at her, and his tail wagged excitedly.

"I-I'm not fucking that! That's disgusting!" Roberta shouted.

Vic's grin grew wider, and he wiggled his hips.

"It's not for your weak pussy. It's for your face. Get to know your alpha," he commanded.

"N-No. No! Fuck No!"

"Fuck yaaassss!" Chase giggled in her ear as he held in her place, Vic's massive ass shifting closer as chase forced her to her knees. Her nose was assaulted with a rancid odor that made her gag, but at the same time, her body reacted in a way she never would have expected. She felt a rush of arousal, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet. She tried to fight it, but her body was betraying her.

Chase's hand was firm on the back of her head, and she struggled against his grip, but she couldn't seem to break free. She could feel his cock rubbing against her back, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin. She could hear Vic's heavy breathing and the sound of his claws scraping against the ground, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"No! Let go of me! I'm not doing this!" she screamed, but her voice was muffled by the stench of his musk.

She felt Vic's hand on her head, and he began to guide her face towards his ass. She tried to resist, but she that massive paw was too strong along with Chase's paw holding her steady. The smell was overpowering, and she couldn't help but breathe it in, filling her nostrils with the scent of him. Her eyes locked on the glazed donut and dilated as her nose darkened. The oils over the puckered flesh steamed with heat as her tongue ran dry before starting to water heavily. She blinked and opened her eyes to the yawning pucker pressing over her nose. She breathed in deep, the stench of Vic's musk filling her nostrils. It was a smell that was both revolting and alluring, a heady mix of sweat and cum and musk that made her head spin and her stomach roil. The musk was like a drug, a thick and cloying odor that made her want to gag and retch and yet also made her want to bury her face in the source of it, to inhale the scent of the beast until she couldn't smell anything else. It was a smell that made her pussy ache and her clit throb and her nipples harden and her mouth water. The scent of the beast was like an aphrodisiac, a drug that made her want to submit, to give in to her most base and animalistic desires. Vic's fat furry balls swung low and heavy between his legs and his thick black cock hung from his sheath, the tip of it dripping with pre-cum. He was ready for her, and she knew it. She could feel his need, his hunger, and she knew that she couldn't deny it any longer. She matched it and dove her face forward, growling and moaning with muffled lips as he lipped over her gnoll brute's juicy anus, tongue lashing out and lengthening as it dived into the rear cavern.

Chase giggled as he pushed her head further, the walls of Vic's ass pushing over her growing muzzle as it cracked forward. Her new snout pressed against the ring, the tip of the muzzle pressing in and spreading the puckered hole as it pushed in, her lips sealing around the rim and sucking as she moaned in pleasure.

"Mmmmm," Vic moaned as he reached down and grabbed her hair. He pulled her face away from his ass, her tongue slurping out, "I think you're ready to be my toy, aren't you?"

"Yessss..." Roberta panted, her bestial face a mess of spit, musk, and sweat with musky prostatic oils and hormones glazed over her dark nose.

Vic grinned and pushed her head back into his furry ass cheeks. Her body convulsed and changed from the neck down as her muzzle finished growing in the beast's ass, brain saturated with the invasive gnoll musk. Chase pranced around, cock swinging as he watched his bestie join the male-only club.

"Fuck the hole, Chase," growled Vic as he squeezed his anal walls around the changing human's head, washing it with more hormonal slime.

Chase eagerly trotted up behind Roberta, and pulled down the woman's pants to reveal a soft tan ass. Already he could see patches of hair sprouting on the woman's glutes as he readied his cock. His hand reached under her and between her legs, fingers finding her wet, dripping slit. Chase frowned as his finger slid inside her pussy. She was soaked, and her walls clenched around his invading digit. He could hear her moaning and grunting beneath his master's ass as she sucked and slurped. He was surprised she hadn't grown a cock yet, but that was quickly remedied as her clit began inflated under his padded fingers.

"Shit...I'm gonna...I'm gonna fuck you and make you a fag like me," giggled Chase as he pulled his hand out, smearing her juices over her ass and before pressing his uncut dick against her exposed pucker as a hairy nub pushed out the end of her spine. He gripped her growing clit, stroking it as sweat kept his paws slick around the increasingly turgid length.

Roberta was groaning as she licked and sucked on Vic's ass, her tongue pushing into his depths, his musk filling her nostrils and lungs. Her eyes rolled in her skull as she felt her mind warp with each lewd kiss of her lips on the puckered hole. Chase was behind her, his cock sliding inside her, his hips thrusting forward as he began to fuck her. She was groaning, her body shuddering as she was filled by him. She could feel her clit twitch and throb as her newly formed prostate was stimulated from the inside. Chase was grunting, his hips slamming against her ass, his cock driving deep into her stretched pucker as her clit-cock was stroked and squeezed. She could feel it growing larger in his paw and it sent rippling waves of ecstasy through her mind. The feeling was overwhelming. She could feel the weight of her breasts lightening as they continued to swing and sag. Her hips kept tight as her thighs expanded and plumped along with her pillowy ass. Her clothes strained over her expanding lower half as her shirt hung loosely, rough skin growing furrier as hands that had claws curling from her nails gripped the large furry cheeks cradling her mutated skull.

"Fuck... I'm cumming," growled Chase as he thrust one last time, his balls tightening as he shot his load into his best friend, "Fuck you feel good Robbie."

Two heavy shots of gnoll cum battered into her ass as she moaned into the pucker, the tightness in her stomach releasing as two fat balls fell from her cunt below the spire of her former clit, now yeen cock. The hormones churned within and pumped through her body as her smaller breasts firmed up as the mammary glands within bundled together and expanded into juicy testicles. The rush of genderfluid scorched her brain as she became he. Chase pulled out of the new femboy beast's ass, cum waterfalling down the furry flanks of the new male as Robbie's bestial head popped free from between Vic's massive glutes.

He sat there giggling, eyes wild and amber as Vic turned around to see his new personal fucktoy.

Roberta's muzzle seemed permanently smeared with Vic's butt musk, radiating the stench of his master.

"Fuck me please. I need more! Please! I will work whatever job you want!"

Vic lifted up the newly turned male gnoll's legs and pushed his cock into the well-fucked pucker.

"My new favorite plaything. Gonna keep you close," said Vic as Robbie called out in giggling shrieks in the darkness of the closed restaurant.

The restaurant was due for a full rebranding tomorrow as the hyenas inside fucked and cackled their lustful glee.

Nolan stepped into the dining area, apron stained with cum and sweat on his beefy form, to see the last woman lose herself to the male glory only Haruk'ha and his faithful could provide. Finally his tribute to Haruk'ha was ready.

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