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Hookah House: Trying Something Different

Uncle Hank loves turning new customers into lifelong nephews.

Two young men stood on the sidewalk one late Friday afternoon at the corner entrance of a sprawling two story brick building that took up more than a third of the block. The windows were darkly tinted, making it hard to see inside, but incandescent street lamps kept the area well-lit. Some men congregated outside on the large balcony on the second level smoking cigars and laughing between beers. On the front it in bold stylized letters read "Hank's Hookah House: BBQ, 'Bacco, & Beer."

"I can't believe you talked me into this," said the short skinny young man pushing up his horn-rimmed glasses.

"It'll be so worth it! You've spent all your time in college working hard and studying, Jay. You're about to graduate in a couple months, and haven't had any of the college experience outside of that. Time to live a little, bud," said the taller redhead next to Jay with a smile under a more modern set of glass. He had a fit build that matched his more adventurous personality.

"If you say so, Greg. This better not be some underground weedhouse though. I'm only doing the hookah with you," said Jay.

"I wish. Either way, this place is pretty exclusive despite being so new. Supposedly, its member's only in certain areas like on the upper level and basement, but the restaurant and hookah bar are open to the public." said Greg matter-of-factly as he adjusted his own glasses.

"Almost sounds like your old geeky side is slipping out. Anyway, let's go ahead I guess," said Jay with a tease.

As they entered it looked to not be that busy with them being the only customer's on the main floor after they gave the place a once over from the entrance. The place had a lingering scent of tobacco, bourbon, and barbeque with undertones of musk. It smelled like a place men go to if that were possible. A tall burly man in a black t-shirt and jeans walked up, and greeted them with a smile on his rugged face.

"Welcome to Hank's Hookah House. How can I help you two today?"

"It's our first time visiting, but we wanted to try some of your food and get a hookah," said Greg.

"Great! I'll take you to one of our hookah tables near the lounge."

The man was quite cheery despite his intimidating size, and led them through the sprawling hookah lounge, passing a bar with a heavyset guy polishing glasses with an off-white towel. Jay happened to make eye contact with the man, and was returned a smile and a wink. He cringed and quickly averted his gaze as they were led to a hookah table with small couches around it.

"Here you are guys, and here's your menus," said the host, placing two laminated sheets on the table with his big hairy hand, "Your server will be right out."

The two thanked him as they flipped through the menu.

They barely were looking at the menu a minute before an even larger man that looked to be in his 40s with a large beergut and muscled pecs threatening to burst through his Hawaiian shirt came to the table. His big burly body exuded a musky cologne that was almost dizzying, but at the same time relaxing. His face was rugged with a short salt-n-pepper beard, canines a bit larger than normal, with piercing green eyes that looked predatory despite the huge friendly smile he had.

"Hey there boys! Glad you came out to Uncle Hank's Hookah House. I heard this is your first time here, so with us being so new, I like to greet all our new customers personally when we're not too busy. Name's Hank. The owner and manager here. But you can just call me Unk' in you like, hurr hurr," said Uncle Hank as he patted them on the back.

"Uh, thanks. Yeah this is our first time. We're regulars at the college bar down the street, but we were feeling a bit adventurous and decided to check out the new Hookah house that just opened up. So far I'm happy we did," said Greg with a smile.

Jay was a bit weirded out by the older man's affection and laid out appearance despite being the owner of some semi-exclusive men's lounge, but Greg didn't seem to mind it and eagerly asked about the different shisha flavors.

"So what kinds of flavors do you have?"

"We've got a variety of shisha flavors, all imported from the best suppliers of Jasho tobacco. Our Kwapa blend is more bold and savory, perfect for a man who wants a drink with his smoke. Korodani is a more rich musky flavor, perfect for the stoner in the crowd. Miguu is a bit more earthy and spicy-sweet, a great option for a palate looking for something you can prop your feet up with. Finally, If you're looking for a smooth, savory flavor with a mildly sweet kick, I recommend our Malipo blend which is a combination of the previous three.

"What's Jasho tobacco? I've never heard of that," said Greg.

"It's a type of tobacco sourced from Africa with a unique curing method. Each strain has a unique flavor, but Malipo is what I call the Premo. It's the best part of all three. Also, don't forget to ask about our special flavored cigars! They're made from a variety of Jasho tobacco, the same as the shisha.

"I think we'll go with the Premo blend, Malipo right?" said Greg, looking at Jay for confirmation, who just shrugged. It was not like he knew any better.

"Ah, the Premo blend is a great choice. You won't be disappointed! Also, since you're first-timers, I'll give you a free pack of Jasho for your first round if you order some food or drinks."

"Sure, let's get some beer," said Greg. "Can we also get a couple of those pulled pork sandwiches with extra sauce on the side?"

Hank smiled. "I'll put that in and have my server bring it out to you boys. Let us know if you need anything at all," said Hank as he went to place their order. Jay was still hesitant to start smoking, but Greg assured him it was actually much better than smoking a weed or a cigarette from a health perspective, though he didn't know if that was true or not.

A relatively short, hairy, bearded server with bulging muscles and small belly that peeked from under his shirt came and began to pack the hookah, Greg and Jay took notice of the man's body. He was definitely a bit slobby, shirt untucked with sweat stains under his hairy muscular arms and hair looking a bit a mess. He had a bit of a smell to him as well, a musk not so different from Hank's , but he had a friendly smile and a warm demeanor, similar to the welcoming owner. As the server packed the hookah, Jay felt a bit weird as the man's scent wafted into his nose. He smelt like a mix of sweat and a strong musk. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but didn't say anything.

"All set, boys," said the server. "I'll have your beers and barbeque out in just a bit. My name's Tony. Feel free to shout to let me know if you need anything else."

As the man left, Greg held the mouthpiece of the hookah and took a long pull before exhaling a wave of smoke. It smelled sweet and musky, almost like sweat and brown sugar mixed together. Jay didn't feel like he had to take a turn yet, so Greg just kept smoking and enjoying the flavor.

"Hey, you okay?" asked Greg, noticing his friend's apprehension.

"Yeah, just not sure about this whole thing," said Jay.

"Look, dude. Just try it. If you don't like it, then don't do it. But just try it."

"Alright, alright. Gimme that mouthpiece."

Greg handed the mouthpiece over to Jay, and Jay hesitantly took a long pull from the hookah. He felt the hot smoke flow through his throat and fill his lungs. He held it in for a moment before exhaling a big cloud.

"Oh wow, that's... That's kinda good," said Jay as his nerves started to settle with a warmth spreading down his back..

"See? Told ya!"

Greg and Jay continued to smoke, and the shisha seemed to be working its magic on them. Jay relaxed so much he didn't mind the lingering musk of the server anymore. In fact, he almost liked it as well as all the other odors flowing about the establishment, especially the food. The distinct scent of pork and sauce tickled his nostrils, and made his stomach growl with anticipation.

As the two men continued to smoke, the food and beer arrived in Tony's burly arms. The boys were already starting to feel dizzy and giggly, a sign of the hypnotic musk taking a deeper hold. The pulled pork sandwiches were greasy and messy, and Jay couldn't resist the temptation to eat without restraint and quickly took a big bite as the sauce and meat serenaded his taste buds. His pupils dilated with the addictive flavor as he took two more big bites and then poured more of the white sauce over the savory meat of his sandwich. Greg was a little slower to start eating, but his own appetite got the better of him and he dug in, his manners slipping away as his brain was overwhelmed with the pleasure of the sauce.

The two men continued to devour the sandwiches pausing only to drink their beers. They were too caught up in their hunger and thirst to give much thought to the itchy feeling on their faces and backs. Smooth faces start to grow stubble from their indulgence. After the second round of beers, Greg decided to ask the server for a pitcher of beer.

"BUURRRAAAAP! What's the name of this beer, man? It's really good," Greg said with a hearty belch.

"Oh, that's our homebrew, Goldenrod Guzzler. We make it here on the premises. It's a combination of corn, rice, hops, and yeast. And of course, a touch of magic," said the server with a wink.

"It's delicious. Can we get a pitcher?"

"Sure thing, man," said the server.

"Hey, um, before you go do that, do you know what's in this white barbeque sauce?" asked Jay.

"Well, that's a family secret, but I can tell you it's a mixture of a number of spices, herbs, and a bit of our own secret ingredient," said the server with a grin.

"It's delicious. C-can we also get two more sandwiches with extra sauce?" said Jay as he wiped away a bit of drool from the corner of his lip.

"Of course handsome, I'll get right on that," said the server before leaving for the kitchen.

"Did he just hit on you dude?" asked Greg with a dizzy smirk.

"Uh, I dunno. Maybe? I think so. That's kind of weird," said Jay.

"Well, who cares if he's a fag as long he keeps bringing more beer and food. Oh, and dude, you've got a bit of sauce on your face," said Greg as he leaned in and licked Jay's cheek, licking up a streak of sauce.

"Woah, dude. What the hell?"

"What? You had sauce on your face. I was just helping you out."

"A-Alright, well thanks. But no more licking, okay?" said Jay as he tried to ignore the semi building between his thighs.

"Okay, okay," said Greg oblivious to his own chub starting to form in his shorts.

The server soon returned with the pitcher of beer and another plate of sandwiches. As he set the beer and food onto the table Jay instinctively sniffed in his scent, feeling giddy at the masculine stench flowing off the man. Before he could think about what he was doing the smell of the food soon drew him to his plate. The young men wasted no time and eagerly dove into their second helping. They were both feeling a bit drunk and more uninhibited from the beer, but neither of them cared or noticed. They were just enjoying the moment.

As the boys continued to drink and eat, their bodies reacted in kind. Jay nearly drooled with every sloppy bite. His teeth took a point as his warping tastebuds savored the thick white sauce dancing across them. Greg tipped back his mug to drink down mouthfuls of the golden beer without any care to the excess that dripped down his increasingly hairy chin. They were growing more aroused from the hedonistic indulgences, and their dicks stiffened further in their pants. They were too caught up in their excesses to notice that their clothes were beginning to feel a bit too tight and constricting.

Their senses were completely overtaken by the intoxicating scent of the sauce and the musk of the hairy server, and they found themselves unable to control their tainted desires. Greg grabbed the half-full pitcher and quickly tilted it up as he chugged it down like a pro. His hairy Adam's apple bobbed with every gulp as increasingly fuzzy biceps swelled with muscle all while Jay licked his fingers of the white sauce, mouth and cheeks smeared with the stuff. His fingernails and lips were a dark color but his growling stomach was too much of a priority to notice.

"Oh man, I need to take a piss. Be right back," said Greg as he finished the pitcher with similar dark lips and headed off to find the bathroom.

As Greg stumbled his way to what he thought was bathroom, he found himself at a short flight of stairs into a wide dark hallway that ended with a door saying "Members Only". A server intercepted him out of nowhere with a smile.

"Lost big guy?" said the man.

"Y-yeah. I'm trying to find the bathroom," said Greg as he swayed and unconsciously leaned over to take in the man's odorous smell. He wasn't a fag, but this guy smelled great and wasn't a bad looker either.

"This way," said the rugged man, and guided him downstairs to the private lounge with a firm hand on his back. Greg was a bit confused, but the man's warm touch, intoxicating scent, and the pleasant buzz from the alcohol had him feeling more relaxed than he was when he walked in.

"Hey, where are we going?" asked Greg despite the throbbing of his cock.

"Relax, man. Just follow me," said the server.

"Are we going to the bathroom? I gotta pee."

"You won't be needing a bathroom anymore, at least not like you used to. Trust me."

Greg was still a bit confused, but the server's tone and touch had him following the man's lead. He didn't notice the man's hands wandering across his ass and thighs, or the fact that he was leading him into the private area with an obvious bulge in his pants. The area had an even thicker musk than the main floor. The scent of feral masculinity, sex, smoke and food had Greg's cock pulse and shoot out precum into his shorts despite the mild ache in his bladder. He was led to another door that had a sign saying "Refill" next to what looked like a giant brewery kettle.

As the two entered the bathroom the stench of piss and cum flooded Greg's nostrils, completely overpowering the musk he had smelled before. While he instinctively knew what it was, his mouth couldn't help but water. Entering first, Greg didn't notice the other man transforming into a big huffing werehyena until he turned to say thank you and was face-to-face with a slobbering hyena muzzle and a massive cock jabbing against his belly.

"W-what the fuck?!" exclaimed Greg as he stepped back, deeper into the restroom.

"Shh, don't worry. We're just gonna have a little fun, that's all," said the werehyena as he rubbed his muzzle against Greg's cheek.

"I-I think I should go."

"You'll like it, I promise," said the werehyena.

Before Greg could protest any further, the werehyena gripped his head and pulled him into a slobbery kiss. He tried to pull back and beat against the beast's muscled chest, but the gnoll wasn't fazed in the slightest. He broke the kiss and then pushed Greg down to his knees until the young man's mouth was pressed against his throbbing cock. The taste of the horny yena beast's cock sent sparks across his skull, flooding his brain with endorphins despite the heavy flavor of beer, ass sweat, and rancid cum. The smell of the heady gnoll musk sizzled through his mind like a fever, his darkening nostrils flaring from the uninhibited stench of sex. He huffed and drooled as he found himself unable to resist the man's advances.

"That's it, just let go and enjoy yourself," said the werehyena as he began to fuck Greg's mouth.

Greg didn't want to admit it, but he was enjoying the man's cock sliding between his dark lips. He had never sucked a man's cock before, but he found the experience surprisingly pleasurable. So pleasurable in fact that for the moment he forgot about his needy bladder and was eagerly slurping and sucking on the uncut black shaft filling his mouth.

"Oh yeah, take that cock," grunted the werehyena as he pumped his dick deep into Greg's mouth, ruffling his messy hair while it dampened with sweat and his ears pointed as the tips darkened with fuzz.

Greg had never experienced anything like this before, and the sheer intensity of the sensation was overwhelming. He could feel his body begin to respond to the man's ministrations, and he felt his own cock starting to swell and throb harder while pinned down his thigh under his shorts.

As the werehyena fucked his mouth, Greg began to moan and gasp around the thick shaft. The werehyena's cock was rubbing past his tongue, and jabbing the back of his throat where it met his nasal cavity. The musky scent was making him lightheaded as his nose dripped from its intensity.

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" growled the werehyena. "You love the taste of my cock."

Greg couldn't deny the truth of the werehyena's words, and he found himself giving into the pleasure fully. He could tell with every insistent twitch and pulse of his cock in his shorts that he was working closer and closer towards climax.

"Oh yeah, that's a good boy. Here's some more of that Goldenrod Guzzler for being such a good customer," grunted the werehyena as he released his bladder and sprayed a torrent of piss down Greg's throat. Piss that tasted like an unfermented version of the beer he was drinking earlier. He wanted to resist but it was so good. It made him so horny. The musk from the beast's crotch urged him further as he guzzled down the corruptive gnoll piss eagerly.

As the werehyena worked to empty his bladder, Greg could feel his body changing. His skin grew rougher as it was covered with spotted fur, patches of fuzz filling out over his back and chest. His teeth were growing into sharp fangs and his jaw popped and unhinged to take the cock deeper. He could feel his brain turning into horny mush, and his thoughts were becoming more animalistic, more carnal, and unabashedly more gay.

The werehyena continued to spray his bladder, he watched as Greg looked up with wild ardor. With every gulp, the whites of his eyes polluted with yellow. The veins prominent and demonstrating how needy he was for the hyena's fluids. Greg's muscles continued to grow as his bones shifted. His shirt was starting to tear under the strain of his bulging furry musculature. Neck thick with muscle like he was some workout junkie who drank cummy protein shakes while his belly swelled into a furry musclegut of someone who drank too much beer after every workout. His cock was growing larger and more erect, a fat black tip poking out the hem of his tightening shorts. It shot and drizzled slimy precum down his thigh as the skin bunched up under the head before a fat damp foreskin rolled over the gooey head while his muscled thighs darkened and grew light brown fur. Greg's balls were in overdrive as his emissions were hindered by the angle his dick was forced into. They bulged and filled the pouch of his underwear, growing to the size of large pears as the skin of his sack darkened and covered with equally dark fur. His human asshole tingled with arousal, swelling to over three times its previous size as it turned jet black. His muscled furry ass cheeks expanded and caused his shorts to tear at the seat, ripping a split open all the way up worn clothing's belt loop and leaving only his whitey-tighties to keep his hole from being exposed. His inhuman anus gaped and winked rapidly against the fabric of his underwear, the inside of his newly fat gnoll pucker developing juicy scent glands that filled with liquid yeen musk and corruptive hormones that glazed his enlarged donut. He gurgled on the spraying cock in his throat as his spine popped and pressed out. A thick hairy nub above his furry ass cheeks strained against his underwear. His cock spewed out a slimy splash of precum as with a loud rip a short furry tail tore through his briefs, flailing around as his oily swollen hole steamed out into the open air as it quivered in freedom.

"Oh yeah, keep drinking, and you'll be a happy hyena in no time," grunted the werehyena.

As Greg continued to guzzle the werehyena's piss, he felt his humanity being erased. His mind was becoming blank, and his senses were heightened. He could smell the piss and cum dripping off the werehyena's fur, and he could hear the man's heartbeat pounding in his ears.

The werehyena stopped his bladder and began to stroke his cock before following it with thick potent seed, and Greg found himself unable to resist the urge to suck and swallow. As he gulped down the werehyena's cum, he could feel his body reaching a state of absolute ecstasy. His cock was twitching and throbbing, and his asshole was aching for a good fucking.

As the werehyena's cum flowed into his mouth, Greg could feel the last physical vestiges of his humanity slipping away. His skin was completely furry, and his nose was long and wet. His cock was a long, thick, throbbing member, and his asshole was a dripping pucker, desperate for attention. His whole body radiating the rank scent of a piss-drunk yeenbeast in waves of miasmic musk.

"Oh yeah, that's it. You'll make the perfect addition to the family. Uncle Hank can never have too many nephews," grunted the werehyena.

Greg swallowed the last beast's cum, and his eyes glazed over, the irises shimmered into a rancid green. With his thoughts gone, his instincts were taking over. He had become a horny, slobby, gay werehyena, and all he wanted was a good fuck.

"That's right pup. Just let go. Be the big drunk beast you are. This is a bathroom after all. Just let it flow cuz," said the werehyena server to Greg.

Greg didn't need to be told twice, and he released a torrent of hot, steamy piss onto the bathroom floor. The piss splattered and soaked the tiles, and Greg couldn't help but moan in pleasure. The fetid urine pooled on the floor before swirling down a drain that fed into the brewery kettles next to the bathroom to add hops and ferment the piss into more beer. He was finally free of his human inhibitions and was embracing his true self.

The werehyena slid his cock out of Greg's drooling muzzle and reached down scritched between his furry ears. Greg's newly grown tail wagged as he murred and panted. The server beast then knelt down and gripped Greg's cock, stroking and massaging it with his padded fingers. Greg was in heaven, and his mind had been completely consumed by the pleasure. He still could taste the hyena's cock and leaned down to lap at the tip. He felt his swollen dark pucker twitching in the remains of his shorts as he imagined where else the yeen's cock could go.

"Aren't you a sexy beast? I'd fuck you right now, but you can't leave your friend hanging at the table all by himself," said the werehyena as he pushed the transformed Greg's muzzle off his cock. Greg drooled and nodded with a smile showing his yellowed fangs as vapors of yellow stench huffed out his mouth.

"Hurry back then. I'll see you soon enough, cuz. We're family now after all," said the hyena with a wide grin. Greg's green feral eyes dilated as the words seeped into him and twisted his mind further. They were family. This place was his home away from home. They were always welcome to stay at Uncle Hank's place. He was family after all. Cousin's and brothers all united by their relation to their favorite uncle. His cock throbbed at the thought as he headed back to the lounge area to catch up with Jay, and see if he wanted to join the family too. He'd make a great horny bro. Maybe he'd even let Greg drink his piss or ride his cock.

While Greg was being transformed in the bathroom, Jay was also experiencing a similar fate. The server who had taken their food and drink orders returned with two plates of the delicious pork sandwiches, a pitcher of beer, and a smile.

Jay couldn't help but notice the man's bulging muscles and thick ass, and his own cock was growing hard in his pants. He didn't realize it at the time, but his senses were being overwhelmed by the man's intoxicating musk.

As the server approached the table, Jay squirmed with excitement as the change sunk deeper into him. His skin was becoming hairier, furry even, and his thoughts were growing more and more primal. His cock ached with desire, and his asshole was swelled as a nub of fleshed pressed out from his extended spine. He didn't even wait for the server to set down the plates before he took both sandwiches in each of his thickened hands and started stuffing them into his mouth in pure horny gluttony, much to the server's delight.

"That's right, handsome. Eat up. You'll be needing all the energy you can get," said the server as he watched Jay devour the food.

"Mmm, thangs. It'ss ssooo good. W-what'sss in the ssauce? It'ss jusst amazzing," said Jay between bites.

"Oh, that's a family secret, but I can give you a hint. It looks like you've got the secret ingredient brewing between your legs right now, sexy," said the server as he bent over and undid the fly and zipper of Jay's shorts.

Jay was already well under the effects of the sauce and beer as his mind was filled with thoughts of bestial gay lust and hunger. His humanity slipped away with every bite, and his body responded in turn. Fat and fur spread across his body at a speed his growing muscles couldn't match. His face grew rounder with chub as his stubble and sideburns thickened into a fuzzy coating over his cheeks. He growled with arousal as his cock was freed. Too busy eating to see it had changed so much.

The server smiled and knelt down, his nose right above Jay's pulsating, musky, cum-dripping, 10 inch werehyena cock. Jay was too busy stuffing his face to notice the server glimmer and grow into a big chubby werehyena that drooled at the sight of the feral cock and balls before him.

"What a sexy beast," he muttered before burying his muzzle into Jay's sweaty ballsack and inhaling his intoxicating scent.

"Ooh, yess. That'sss the ssspot," said Jay, his voice slurred and thick with carnal desire and the effects of the werehyena transformation. Sauce and drool drizzled down his dark lips that curled into a smile that revealed yellowing teeth that sharpened with every bite.

The server's muzzle worked its way up Jay's shaft, leaving a trail of licks and kisses as he went. His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive uncut tip before he swallowed the whole thing in one gulp.

"Ugh, oh yeassh! Fuck thish ish ssso gay. Ulp! I shouldnmph-- We should shtop but it'sh umph-- soo good... and thish food. Gulp! I can't get enough of it!" said Jay as he finished the last few bites before looking down to see some beast sucking his cock, completely ignoring his chubby furred bulk straining against his clothes.

"Oh my god! Y-you're not even human! Fuuuck. Why is that even hotter... Please stop! I-I don't-'' pleaded Jay before the fat hyena server pulled off his throbbing black uncut cock and turned around to bring Jay face to face with his big swampy furred hyena ass. The musk was mind curling as his face started to crack forward into a muzzle.

Before Jay could even register what was happening, the werehyena server had his ass cheeks spread and was burying Jay's growing muzzle deep inside his pungent, musky hole. The whites of Jay's eyes seeped with yellow as specs of green filtered into his irises. Jay's senses were completely overwhelmed by the smell and taste of the man's ass. He found himself unable to resist, and eagerly pressed his muzzle deeper as his long floppy tongue licked and lapped at the juicy pucker.

The werehyena continued to grind his ass against Jay's mutated face, and his hole began to ooze and leak. Jay's body jiggled and shook with change. His sweat-damp shirt could take no more and tore under his building girth. Thick sweaty fur poked from the seams as the front lifted to reveal a big furry belly. His thoughts were becoming more primal, slobby, and lust-driven. He could feel his cock spewing and throbbing at the taste of the yeen server's meaty donut, and his asshole was beginning to twitch and tingle with pleasure.

The werehyena reached under his own bulk and heavy balls to grip Jay's cock. The changing young man could feel the man's thick, slimy paws massaging and stroking his member. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he found himself giving in to the pleasure completely.

"Fuuuuck, this is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. But it feels so good, hehehehee. Why is it so good? Ohhh fuckkk," moaned Jay as his transformation sped up. His shoes whined as his feet and toes swelled. Sharp claws popped through the material as his feet warped and grew. With two loud pops, sweaty furred toes burst through the shoes wiggling as pads formed underneath before the rest of his beast feet followed, gaining freedom from their confines to release their own musk.

The werehyena server sat up and released Jay's muzzle from his damp furry ass cheeks. Jay licked his muzzle of slime and slobber, panting for more. The werehyena had different plans though and aimed Jay's drooling cock at his asshole. With a wet squelch, the werehyena sank his furry ass down onto Jay's thick, throbbing cock. Jay gasped and giggled with pleasure as his cock was buried deep inside the werehyena's ass.

"Oh my god. My cock literally throbbing! Heeheehahahaa! Oh shit, this feels so good. Duuude, you're a fucking beast! Fuckkk, don't stop. Fuck, give me that fat yena ass!" demanded Jay as his eyes shined a feral swampy green. He was inhuman. He was changing into a slobby gay beast, but he didn't care anymore. He just wanted to fuck. His tongue dangled out the side of his muzzle as he huffed, giggled, and moaned.

The werehyena continued to grind his ass on Jay's cock, and Jay could feel his pleasure building as his brain was overrun with gluttonous slobby gay dudebro yena thinking. His cock was aching with desire, and his asshole was tingling with arousal.

"Oh god, I can't hold back. I'm gonna cum. Huhuheeheeyess!, I'm gonna fucking cum!," exclaimed Jay as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

"Do it. Cum inside me, and become one of us," said the werehyena.

With a loud giggling howl, Jay unloaded his balls deep into the werehyena's ass. His cock spasmed and pulsed as he filled the beastman's guts with his corrupted yellow hyena seed. His orgasm was like nothing he had ever experienced before, and his body shook and convulsed as it was consumed by corrupted pleasure.

As Jay finished his transformation, Greg lumbered back from the bathroom with his ripped clothes barely hanging on, and was eager for a refill on the delicious Goldenrod Guzzler. His drunken needy green eyes looked at the two beasts fucking where they had been eating and what little of his brain could muster connected the two cum-crusted dots.

He approached the server and knelt down, his newly formed muzzle rubbing against the man's crotch.

"More beer, pleashhe. I'm ssso thirsty," said Greg, his speech slurred and thick with alcoholic lust.

"Of course, bro," said the server as he pulled his pants the rest of the way down and unleashed his thick, throbbing, black cock.

The gay hyena jock that Greg was now showed no hesitation, and he immediately stuffed the werehyena's cock in his muzzle. His tongue ran across the beast's shaft as he drank in his musk. The tip swelled and soon he was gulping down more piss beer to add to his drunken state as his cock shot ropes of cum in pleasure from drinking the rank fluids alone.

The werehyena's cock throbbed and pulsed as it released a torrent of hot, thick, musky piss straight down the werehyena's throat. He happily gulped down the rank fluids.

"That's it. Drink it all, bro. You're going to love your new life here with us," said the werehyena.

Greg couldn't agree more and neither could Jay as he felt the server's dark donut milk his cock more.

"Fuuuck, dude. That was so fucking good. Shit, I'm a fucking beast and I love it!" said Jay as his cock remained lodged deep inside the werehyena's ass.

"That's right. You're one of us now. And we're all family here," said the werehyena sitting on his cock.

Hank returned to the table with a smile after watching his new nephews fuck and suck their humanity away. He released the magik hiding his true gnollish form though with their new warped senses and corrupted green eyes they would see him as he was in all his bestial glory anyway. He could tell by the way their bodies had changed and their newfound lust for all things hyena that they were fully transformed and most of all completely his. He quickly pulled out his 14 inch yena cock, and pressed it into Greg's furry ass who moaned around the cock in the muzzle at the sudden but welcome penetration.

"Welcome to the family, boys. You're going to love your new lives as part of the pack," said Hank as he patted Greg on the head and started thrusting into him.

"Fuck yes, thanks unc'. This place is the best. I can't wait to bring more of my friends," said Jay, his eyes filled with lust and greed.

"That's right, nephew. Family comes first. And I'm always happy to welcome new nephews into our big gay family, hurr hurr!" said Uncle Hank with a sharp yellow grin. Starting this Hookah House was the best decision he'd made since he started soaking tobacco in his sweat.