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"So what's the deal with this circus or whatever again?" Seth said, nursing his iced mocha latte. This had been a routine for him and his friends, every Friday after classes, they'd convene at this caffe and chat over sandwiches and coffee. This day, however, Mai brought a poster with her. It was the usual circus-type advertisement: colorful, loud, pictures of clowns and animals among other things. Except there was one notable difference in that the clowns were all buxom ladies in skintight jester outfits, and the animal acts were advertised by, well... they were animal women... very well-endowed animal women that looked like they escaped a mashup between National Geographic and Playboy.

Seth's cheeks turned red as he looked over the ad. Mai and Trisha weren't really going to drag him to this, were they? The young man looked at his friends, from Mai to Tanya to even Louis.

"Louis, come on..." Seth said, almost pleading as he swept his shaggy blonde bangs behind his ears, "You're not really into this sort of thing, are?"

"Dude..." Louis said, laughing, "Don't be such a stick in the mud, it's not like the animal babes are going to eat you," The girls and Louis had a laugh at this, Seth rolled his eyes.

"Besides, it's gonna be fun okay? Better than sitting at home on a Saturday night."

Seth nodded, "Sure... okay. I'll go." Hell, what was the harm? Seth figured if things turned out like he thought they would, he could just hang around the petting zoo.

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The four of them walked through the carnival, it was a thirty-minute drive out of town but it was impossible to miss, thanks in part to the big orange neon sign reading "Circe's Traveling Carnival" in big block letters. Mai, a slight-figured asian girl walked in front, her jet black hair braided for this occassion, feeling like doing something fun with her hair. Tanya wore a blue ball cap over her bobbed red hair, dressed much like Mai was: sneakers, jean shorts and a t-shirt.

Louis walked behind Seth, the dark-haired, olive skinned youth tasking himself with making sure his friend didn't chicken out and spoil the evening. He didn't express this out loud, but Louis knew Seth long enough to know his shy nature didn't jive well with these sorts of outings.

Seth kept his hands in the pocket of his jeans while the group stopped to look around the fairground. Mai and Tanya debated whether or not to get cotton candy from the cat-eared, tattooed girl at the stand while Louis checked his phone's battery.

Seth gently elbowed his friend, "These costumes... they're very realistic." He said to Louis in a hushed voice, pointing over at an otter girl in a dunk tank, waving her webbed hand at the crowd and wearing naught but a white t-shirt and bikini bottoms, showing plenty of her sleek brown fur.

"Yeah..." Louis dug his phone back into the pocket of his camouflage pants. "See anything that looks fun?"

Seth shrugged. "I'm thinking of just going over there, see what's up," he said, pointing to his left, "What about you?"

"I'm going to meet up with Mai to the petting zoo, she wants to see the lambs."

Seth was already starting off down the dusty path, checking the brightly-colored, hand painted sign for directions. "Cool, see you in a bit." He called back to Louis, who just nodded and waved.

Alone with his thoughts, Seth was already second guessing himself on this as he saw the sights around him. Games with prizes in the form of rather lewd plush toys with pronounced chests, a shooting gallery presided over by a spotted cow girl in a flannel shirt tied around her massive chest, even a few clown girls doing acrobatics while crowds gawked at them for reasons entirely aside from their athleticism.

"Seth, what the hell did you get yourself into," He mumbled to himself. His eyes were starting to glaze over from the bright lights and colors, did everything have to be neon? He could only stomache so much glitter and noise for so long.

Then, something caught his eye: A tent with a big sign out front reading: 'SOLITAIRE'S MAGIC SHOW! BE AMAZED AS SHE PERFORMS INCREDIBLE, REALITY-DEFYING ACTS UNLIKE ANYTHING YOU'VE EVER SEEN!'

Above the big purple letters of the sign was a cartoon face of a smiling jester girl with a two-pronged cowl, half purple and half yellow complete with the bells one expected of a typical court jester. Seth smiled at how kitschy the whole thing was, and since the price for admission was just five bucks he paid the attendant and went inside.

The inside of the tent was dark, but thankfully air-conditioned. Seth took a seat in one of the vacant chairs closer to the wooden stage set up in front. On stage was someone he recognized as the jester girl on the sign, but the young man didn't expect her costume to be so tight. The golden yellow and deep royal purple jester outfit hugged every part of her lithe, toned body and had a shininess to it that reminded him of well... a latex fetish outfit. The bright yellow stage lights made the shiny material especially , giving the entire ensemble an almost iridescent look.

Also perturbing was that Seth couldn't help but notice that Solitaire was quite shapely, with perky D-cups tightly hugged by her rubber costume and a set of hips that made him wonder if Louis was right about ass men having better taste.

Once he got over the initial shock from the outfit, Seth noticed Solitaire's face. Bright white with black around the eyes, red blush on the cheeks and yellow-painted lips open in the biggest grinning smile he had ever seen. It was like she couldn't even make another expression. And Seth didn't know if that was cute or creepy. Maybe both...

"Welcome, ladies and germs!" Solitaire called out with a bow, the brass bells on her cowl jingling with her every move. "Welcome to the greatest magic show you've ever seen... or your money back!" The crowd chuckled at that little quip, Seth did too. As weird as her outfit was, she did have a bubbly charm to her... or so Seth thought.

"For my first trick..." The jester girl said, walking closer to the audience in a way that made her hips sway back and forth enticingly, "...I'm gonna need a volunteer from the audience!"

Seth looked around, thinking to himself: "Please don't pick me, please don't pick me..."

Then, Solitaire pointed a white-gloved finger squarely at him. "You there, in the Led Zeppelin shirt!"

"Damn" He thought, standing up with a forced smiled that almost kind of hurt.

"Come on down! Don't be shy~" She said with a bimboish giggle. Seth felt silly for just a moment, it was just a girl in a rubber clown suit... what was the worst that could happen? He got up on stage and a glaring white stage light beamed down on him, prompting a round of applause from the crowd.

"So Seth... why don't you wave to the crowd, say hello?" Solitaire teased, getting a bit too close for him to be comfortable. He turned and gave the audience a half-hearted wave and a sheepish smile, then he realized what she had said.

"Wait... how did you know my name?"

The jester just laughed, sending her ample chest bouncing and her bells ringing. " Magic, silly!" This response prompted another round of clapping from the audience. Seth shrugged, impressive but nothing really worth the five bucks.

"Now..." Solitaire said, turning to the crowd as she took out a pink and purple striped rubber ball roughly the size of a baseball, lookin like the kind of bouncy toys bought in vending machines. "For this trick, I'm going to bounce the ball and you're going to try to catch it, okay?"

Seth nodded, "Sure?" it didn't seem like much of a trick but he was already on stage so he figured he might as well play along with the bimbo jester. The jester smiled and gripped the ball tightly, then bounced it off the floor once... and caught it, she bounced it twice, higher this time... and caught it again. "Ready?" She said, looking back at the volunteer. Seth just nodded, keeping his eye on the ball... or trying to, anyway. Why did her costume have to be so tight around the chest?

"Here goes, try to catch it now!" Solitaire said as she bounced the ball as hard as she could manage, the rubber making a loud crack against the wooden stage as it shot up.. up into the air and...

Seth looked up, not even seeing the ball, waiting with a knot in his belly for it to come down.... and for a long, tense few seconds, it seemed like it wouldn't be coming back down.

Then, defying everything Seth knew about physics, the ball flew straight at him from the front, slamming into his chest with a loud, wet splat. It hit Seth with enough force to knock the wind out of him for a second, as he grunted in pain and flopped onto his behind on the floor, clutching at the ball that was now stuck to his shirt, goopy liquid rubber getting on his hands as he instinctively reach to touch it.

"Silly!" The jester girl said with a teasing lilt to her voice, "You were supposed to catch it~! Now I'm going to have to think of another magic trick!"

Seth felt like he was going to yell at the jester, he really wanted to, but all he could do was giggle a little... then a lot. He started laughing as his eyes opened wider, his lips curled up into the biggest, teeth-baring grin he could muster. It really did feel better to just smile and laugh... but why the hell was he smiling? He looked down at his hands and chest, that rubber ball was now melting into his skin, eating away his shirt and slowly starting to spread in long, gloppy strands.

And he didn't know why it felt so good, Seth could only futilely struggle to stop his manic laughter and thoughts of wiping the rubber off, of asking Solitaire just what kind of act she was trying to pull crossed his mind. But such thoughts were just so silly, prompting another laughing fit as they softly faded out of his addled mind. That rubber ball was quickly working over his clothing and skin, engulfing more and more of his body. As it flowed over his head,the goop began to take the shape of a shiny, tight green and pink rubber jester costume, almost exactly like the one Solitaire herself wore.

It felt so nice and wonderfully, excitingly tight around his body as it grew over more and more of him, squeezing his waist down nice and thin while filling out his hips and bum ever so slightly.

"A girl has to have some junk in the trunk while performing, after all!" Solitaire teased, standing over the changing volunteer as the crowd watched.

Seth's chest tingled, the colorful latex bubbling and shifting as he felt a pair of buds bulge out from just beneath his nipples. He cupped his new, growing breasts, giggling and moaning as they grew bigger and firmer, perkier and prettier, until they became a heavy, double D-cup rack; just the perfect size to squeeze and, bounce in her... his palms and play with. The rubber suit pulled itself taut around them, giving them a pleasant squeeze, making them nice and bouncy.

As the rubber crept its way down his legs, Solitaire circled around behind him and fingered him through his rubber-soaked and rapidly dissolving boxers. Seth yelped in surprised as he felt the jester girl prodding his rear entrance deeper, her finger wiggling quite deep inside him, more than enough to give the conscripted human plenty of motivation for the rest of the act. Already, Seth was moaning through his clownish smile.

Before Seth could wrap his dizzied mind around what was happening to him, he felt an electric tingle shoot up his back as the thick rubber wrapped around his crotch and applied firm, inward pressure on it. He blushed, moaning at the lewd sight of his bits being squeezed by the green and pink rubber, and the blush stayed with him,marking his cheeks permanently with cute pink circles. The new jester... girl's lips filled out fuller and softer, turning a bright and rosy pink to match her blush as she gave Solitaire a thankful smile, her face turning a bright, snowy white making her cheeks and lips stand out all the more.

It was too much to take, he...she wrapped his hands around his dwindling shaft, stroking feverishly at it as the latex coated more and more of her...his body. As she pumped away at herself, her disappeared out of her hand inch by inch, until she found herself fingering a puffy, moist slit tightly wrapped in her rubber costume.

Soon enough, every inch of what used to be Seth was covered in that thick rubber, fused to her body to keep her in the role of a shiny, sensual jester. Her shapeless rubber hood erupted into a pair of bouncy, curved prongs adorned with shiny brass bells that jingled as she laughed with Solitaire.

But beneath her joy, her giggling and the crowd's applause, something was amiss. What was her name? Seth? No... that was a boring name, she wasn't boring at all.

"Up and at 'em, Giggles! We got a show to do!" Solitaire said, snapping the new jester out of her trance. Her name was Giggles, of course! What kind of silly girl forgets their name in the middle of a show?

Giggles grinned and nodded as her fellow jester helped her to her feet, her rubber leggings squeaking on the hard wooden floor. She took a step towards the front of the stage as the audience cheered, with Solitaire joining in. The lights dimmed and the spotlight beamed down on Giggles as she took a bow, letting the good people in the front row get a good look at her bouncy tits. The cheering and yelling from both sides of the venue was just music to her ears as she gave them all a big smile.

"Folks...." Solitaire said, her voice prompting an anticipating silence from the crowd. "This is Giggles, she'll be my partner for this evening. Say hello, Giggles."

The jester girl's pine green and rose pink costume shimmered in the spotlight as she waved to everyone, giggling.

"Hello, Giggles!" She said, and the crowd laughed.

Solitaire looked out over the crowd. "Giggles, I think our next trick is going to need a few more volunteers."

Giggles smiled, her eyes scanning up and down the rows. "I think so, boss! We're gonna need at least a couple!"

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Louis stood in the petting zoo area, surrounded by the smell of wood and straw... and animal musk. He checked the clock on his phone, twenty minutes he had been there and Mai hadn't shown up. "Typical..." He hissed under his breath.

Not only was she late, but the animal people in the zoo had gotten all touchy-feely and he already had to pull himself off a llama girl who kept wanting to shove his face into her furry tan breasts. He never even though it was possible for him to get tired of boobs but he was getting close enough to it. Sure, it was called the "Heavy Petting Zoo" but he figured that was just a funny name.

As he stood there waiting and silently fuming, a big brown-and white stud of a ram approached him from behind, sniffing of Louis's gelled hair. "Hello..." The ram said, his voice gruff yet inviting.

"Not interested, dude..." Louis said, turning to look at the ram, only to be struck by what he saw. The ram standing before him had a thickly muscled figure, with a slightly pudgy belly accentuated by the thick, shaggy bicolor fur. And the creature was huge, easily a bit over six feet tall and looking a bit more than that thanks to his big curved horns that shone a glossy brown in the soft light of the zoo.

The ram-man flashed Louis a sheepish smile, the chestnut brown fur around his neck and face was like a big mane and beard, standing out in stark contrast to the bright white fur on his big, muscly arms and broad chest. Louis couldn't help but feel intimidated by the ram's figure, it was impressively masculine in a way that one usually saw only in paintings of vikings.

"You can pet me... don't be shy." The ram said, approaching the human slowly. And the creature's smell was something else, musky and earthy... it was very animal... yet Louis found himself intrigued by the ram.

Louis couldn't help himself, he reached out and, slowly at first, he began to stroke the soft fur on the ram-man's chest, eventually more casually stroking him as he got over the sheer awkwardness of it and lost his inhibitions.

"I'm Tarn, what's your name cutie?" The ram said, beaming at the human in a way that was folksy, inviting... it made him feel safe in a way.

"Louis."

The ram's big, pointed ears twitched, he smiled as his deep brown eyes looked into the human's own, why couldn't Louis look away from him?

"Louise..." Tarn said with a chuckle. "That's a pretty name." The ram took Louis's hands in his own, big ones and held them over his fluffy chest. "A pretty, feminine name."

"I..." Louis wanted to say something, to pull himself away and get the hell out of this weirdo petting zoo, but something about Tarn, the way he looked, the way he smelled... it made him relaxed, curious. And he didn't know why or how concerned he should be.

Louise... Louis's skin tingled all over as Tarn took his hand and kissed it, his furry lips tickling his soft olive skin.

"It's nice to meet such a pretty little thing, especially around here. Why don't you stay a while, we can get to know each other~" The ram man pulled Louis closer as she...no no he opened his mouth to say something, only for his mouth to betray him; stammering out a meek "Okay."

Tarn hooked his thick brown nails into the hem of Louis's shit, tugging it off as Louise let him... no no what was her...his name? She... he couldn't just let the ram undress her... him like a doll. Could she?

Cutting through the fog in the human's mind was a subtle, thrumming heat that crept up from his belly and began spreading through his veins. A pulsing warmth that crept up underneath his skin and sank deeper into his insides, filling every part of him.

"Feeling hot in here or is it just me?" Tarn said, a sly grin spreading across his muzzle.

"Wuh...What's going on?" Louise clutched his belly, where most of the heat was settling like a hot meal. Her... his hands were greeted by a new texture. It was soft, plush wool. His wool.

The changing young man's mind felt sticky, conflicted. Like he knew he should have been more shocked but unable to muster up anything stronger than confusion. The ram chuckled, smirking as the soft black wool encroached on more and more of his soon-to-be mate's body. Louis felt like he was dreaming, the ram man wrapped him in his big, powerful arms and kissed him, his blunt teeth playfully nipping at the human's bottom lip.

Louise felt weak in the knees, her heart going gooey, Tarn dipped his hand down the front of his pants. She let out a startled and unmistakbly girlish bleat, but the affectionate ram pushed his tongue past her lips, the kiss deepening until the bewitched human found herself on her back, making out with Tarn, their tongues wrestling together.

It felt so good, so right, to be claimed by such a powerful alpha ram. She felt like she had discovered the safest, warmest place in the world, not even noticing how she could feel less and less of her bits in Tarn's grasp.

Louise lost herself in his arms, moaning and bleating into his mouth. It quickly became difficult where his fur ended and her skin began, more and more of her body being covered in ebony black wool, soft and warm. "Black's a good color for you." She heard her ram say, and she agreed.

Tarn's curious hands made their way up to her chest, cupping her swelling breasts as they filled out bigger and heavier and beneath the plush, curly wool. More muffled moans escaped her maw as they kissed. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she knew she was going to be okay.

Her ears flicked and twitched as they pulled out into long, caprine points. Her sides narrowed down, her features softened,and her hips and rump plumped up into a tantalizing peach shape with a cute little fluffy stub of a tail sprouting just above it. She flexed her toes until they stiffened into a pair of hard, glossy cloven hooves, her knees and heels shifting until they resemble those of a satyr... or more appropriately, a faun.

Tarn's hand now fingered and explored a pair of delicate, moist lips, Louise's womanhood. She felt her face press forward more and more, until when her ram broke the kiss, she found herself with the gentle visage and rounded snout of a lady sheep...a ewe.

She could only respond with a cute little 'baa~', looking up at Tarn... her mate. There wasn't a need for words, she threw her arms around him, burying her muzzle in his fluffy chest with a lovesick whine, rubbing her oh-so soft body against is as new hormones and thoughts trickled into her very being.

" So tell me..." Tarn said softly, "Who were you waiting for?"

Louise smiled up at him, a smile spreading over her muzzle.

"You know, we've been having so much fun, I think I just forgot."

---

Tanya paced around the same stretch of fairground, half-eaten cotton candy in hand. This wasn't right, this wasn't right at all... where the hell were the others? She huffed, taking out her phone and checking it like she had done every few minutes for the last couple of hours. Seth wasn't answering, Mai said she was in line for the main event of the night and that was thirty minutes ago.

The redhead fumed silently. This was supposed to be a fun night out for them as a group and if they were trying to ruin it on purpose, they couldn't have done a better job of it, or so she thought.

"Fine..." She said to herself, "Is that the way you wanna do it?" She stormed off in the direct of where she last saw Mai, she could work on finding the guys later provided they answer their friggin' phones. As Tanya walked along red-faced, she wondered if this was partly her fault, maybe they didn't plan things well enough.

At any rate, there'd be plenty of time for assigning blame on the ride home, she just needed to figure out where he friends had went.

As she made her way through a quieter, less-crowded part of the carnival, Tanya found her first clue: A red high-top converse sneaker laying close to the rear entry way into one of the bigger tents. Tanya picked the shoe up and checked the sole, seeing Mai's name written on it in her usual neat cursive. Tanya was conflicted. She was closer to finding one of her friends... but something was up... something was wrong.

The young woman adjusted her cap and pressed her way past the flap entrance into the musty tent, and immediately she could hear a commotion; a young woman's voice groaning, mixed with the huffing and whinnying of a horse.

Tanya ventured farther into the unevenly lit tent and what she say nearly floored her: There was Mai, kneeling on the dirt floor with what looked like reins and a bridle strapped over her clothes. Her skin was being overtaken by soft white fur in uneven patches all over her and her shoes were off, baring what were very clearly the glossy black hooves of an equine where her toes should be, with her legs bulking up, her heels moving away from her hooves as her joints prepped her for a life of walking on hooves. For a moment Tanya thought back to the story of the Minotaur, to those stories about fairy rings... then she realized just what sort of trouble her friend was in.

"Mai!" Tanya shouted, running towards the stricken woman. "Mai, I'm coming!" The she realized they weren't alone, watching from the other side of the tent were a pair of... jester girls? One was dressed in purple and yellow, the other green and pink, both outfits were shiny... like they were made of rubber.

Tanya looked over at them, and the one in green and pink waved at her.

"See!" she said to her companion. "I told ya I'd find some animals for the big act!"

Tanya knelt down beside Mai, who looked up at the redhead pitifully.

"Mai... what happened to you?"

The changing girl grunted as a long, swishy white tail spilled out over the waist of her shorts. Little streaks of platinum white were already showing up in her black hair. "Tanya..." She said, her voice cracking as he face subtly shifted features. "Tanya you gotta get out of here..."

"No! Not without you... what did they do?" Tanya said, trying to keep herself from hyper-ventilating.

"The clowns... they put this on me and they said they'd-" Mai interrupted herself with a strained whinny as her chest expanded. Mai was never particularly busty but that was all changing right before Tanya's eyes as she went up cup size after cup size in just seconds, going from a pair of petite As to a full, perky E-Cup as her shirt tightened around her chest, the white fabric taking on an almost sparkly red texture.

And this texture became more and more pronounced as the shirt flowed over the shorts, cotton and denim merging together and pulling tighter over Mai's changing figure, taking on a texture almost like spandex. Before Tanya or even Mai could realize what was happening, her shirt and shorts had turned into a dazzling, skin tight metallic red leotard, looking almost like a one-piece bathing suit as it left very little of her body to the imagination.

Mai's heavy chest bounced and jiggled as she moaned and gasped as the outfit adjusted itself, pulling tighter around her toned ass, forming a little slot for her wispy, flowing equine tail to poke out from, the reins and bridle turning into shiny black gold-studded leather almost like a bondage harness.

"Tanya-AAaaaah!" The horsegirl cried out as her face surged forward and her eyes clinched shut in pain. And Tanya could only watch her friend change, unable to help. Mai's nose flattened against her elongating face, forming into a pair of equine nostrils that drew panicked breaths in and out as the last remnants of her black hair was subsumed into a flowing mane of silky snow-white horsehair.

Her breathing settled into a harsh rhythm as Tanya tried in vain to pull the harness off of her. Mai grit her teeth as her face reshaped itself into a snout like a horse's, but shorter, more rounded. Her ears migrated up her head, closer to the top of her head than on the sides, longer and more sensitive to the noise around her. She could hear Tanya's panicked cries, the jesters' laughter, everything around her with perfect clarity.

Tanya felt more than helpless now, having just watched her friend become some kind of horse-woman. She looked at the jesters with fire in her eyes. It was their fault, they did this somehow. As she ran at the them, hands balled into fists, the jester in purple produced a big metal ring from... somewhere and held it in front of her.

"Jump, girl!" She said, sending another flash of white-hot fury through the redhead's mind. The fucking clown was taunting her!

Then, she felt someone grab her from behind, pulling her back. She turned her head to see Mai... or the pony girl that used to be her friend Mai with a dazed smile on her equine face.

"Relax, Tanya!" The pony girl said with a ditzy giggle. "We need to get you ready to perform!"

"Perform?!" Tanya said, certain she was losing it. "What do you mean, I have to get ready?" Then she saw a pair of figures approaching her. One was a massive, burly ram with shaggy brown and white fur and the other was a curvy little black-wooled sheep woman following behind him like a lovesick puppy. They both wore collars with brass name tags, and as they approached Tanya read them. The ram man was Tarn and the sheep was Louise... could she be..

Tanya's thoughts were interrupted as she noticed they were carrying paint buckets. The ram put his burly hand under Tanya's chin, turning her face up to look at his own. His sheepish face had a warm, almost fatherly smile on it.

"Easy, tiger." He said, his voice oddly soothing.

"We can't have you coming apart before your first time on stage."

Tanya whimpered, the ram just chuckled as he took her ball cap off and tossed it aside.

"I'm just gonna paint your costume on, it's not gonna hurt."

He gestured to the sheep girl who nodded and helped Mai shuck her of her shirt and bra, "The crowd's gonna love you, our tiger acts are always a favorite." Louise said, patting the redhead's bare shoulder with her furry hand.

Tanya was still trying and failing to work up the nerve to resist but what this strange troupe of animal people was saying was quite unnerving to say the least.

"Wait a minute, tiger act?! What's going on here?" she yelled, pulling away from him, finding herself leaning back into Mai's pillowy rack.

Tarn titled his head to one side, grinning, "Yeah, I'm supposed to paint you so you can perform. Don't you want the crowd cheering you on?"

"What? No! I just wanted to have fun with my friends here!" Tanya was panicking, squirming in Mai and the sheep's grasp as the tried to calm her.

"It's okay, Tanya." The black sheep girl said, "We'll still be together." That was when something clicked in the captive woman's mind.

"Louis?! Is that you?" She said, turning to look at the ewe.

"It's Louise, actually... but sure." She smiled at Tanya, patting her shoulder as Mai finished stripping her clothes off. The redhead didn't know what to think, her friends had changed... She would change too.

"Stand back, ponygirl" Tarn said. "We're ready to paint."

"Stand back? Wha-" Tanya's protests were interrupted by Louise and Tarn dumping their buckets of orange and black paint all over her naked body. It was a real shock, the paint was cold, so very cold on her naked skin, and the way it flowed over her was like it had a mind of its own... seeking out and covering more and more of her, black and orange mingling together but not mixing, rather forming into a distinct stripe pattern as the tendrils of liquid paint coiled around and around Tanya's body.

Both colors faded and bubbled as they reached her front, turning a bright milky white as the paint coated her chest, her belly. She felt the stuff coax her hands into thick, muscular paw-hands, fingers growing thick, black pads sculpting themselves out of her palms and fingertips, her nails turning into razor-sharp claws. Her muscles surged with power as the paint continued its work. What little fat she had on her melted away, her physic taking on toned and powerful musculature more fitting for the big cat she would become. Her chest filled out a bit larger, her hips thickened as her thighs tensed up with a physice that was equal parts amazonian and lewd.

She felt something long, narrow creep out of her backside, a striped tiger tail. Tanya's feet grew bigger, her toes grew thicker as she found herself standing more and more on the balls of her feet, feet which became a pair of strong paws perfectly suited for running and the kind of acrobatic feats her audience paid her to perform.

The paint swirled over her head and face.

Tanya felt an intense and tingly numbness spread out from her throat and across her face, and her tongue felt larger and thicker in her mouth.

Her skin didn't feel quite right as the paint dried on her, going from smooth and wet to bristly dry fur. She felt her jaw stretch out wider in a pleasing growl, then her nose and lower face started to press themselves outward.

The woman growled in shock and surprise as a short, blunted muzzle started to form. The numb tingling wrapped around to the sides of her head; she press her paw hands over her ears to keep them from changing too, but to no avail. Her ears were softer, rounder, higher up on her head than she remembered. She bared her sharp teeth, now locked in the form of a powerfully-built tiger woman.

Tanya threw her head back and roared as the lights in the tent brightened, revealing stands packed with cheering people.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The purple-clad jester girl said, with her sidekick Giggles taking her side in the center of the ring.

"I, mistress Solitaire bring you the greatest show the tri-state area has ever seen!"

A spotlight fell on the tigress as the lights dimmed again.

"Straight from the jungles of East Asia, this vicious beast woman shall thrill you with acts of incredible strength and cat-like agility! Please put your hands together for Tanya the Tigress!" The jester's voice was almost drowned out by the crowd's cheering. She walked up, flexing her muscled, furry arms. The show was about to begin, and Tanya could figure out if she liked being a performer or not later.

Right now, she had a crowd to entertain. And as Tanya gave them another earth-shaking roar, she figured she might as well go all-out. They paid for a big show, and that's what the audience was going to get.