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Hear-Ye Hear-Ye! This is a story not meant for those under the age of 18! This story also contains high amounts of M/M Sex, transformation, and copious amounts of seamen! If you are in any way not interested, or disapprove of such things. Then please close this window and lodge your complaints over here in the complaint box! Otherwise enjoy!

P.s The complaint box is a paper shredder.

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The Zoo, New Applicant

"So, I see you found our little advertisement yes?"

The well-dressed man sat back in his black leather chair, fingers intertwined and his white hair kept slicked back in a youthful, yet sophisticated manner.

"Yes sir. I saw it while I was at a bar back in town. Although if I might ask though Mr Dante, why pay so much for one night's work at this place? It's out in the middle of nowhere and was a bit difficult to get into."

On the other side of the wide, well-polished wooden table sat another man. His body warmed by the nearby fireplace and in his hands one of the many baubles and paperweights that littered the table. He stood at about five foot eleven with mid-length brown hair and hazel eyes. His build was moderate, slightly slim with some bulk near his arms that showed through his button up formal shirt.

"That's my business, Mr Dietmar. I'll have you know that I cater to a very special clientele."

"Oh, if it would be alright sir, just please call me Dee. It's easier to remember," he quickly responded.

Mr Dante nodded, tapping his index finger on the table and glared slightly at Dee with his bright emerald eyes. He took that as a sign and quickly, but carefully placed the odd paperweight back onto the table where he had found it. The man relaxed and sat up straight in his high back leather chair, blocking a few of the screens of the many monitors that displayed footage throughout the building and began to examine him. Dee smiled and tried to keep his composure but this whole place sent chills down his spine. From what he had learned, this was a strip club that for some reason was out in the middle of nowhere with a simple enough bar and stage area that he had seen when he first walked in. But the moment he was ushered into the room by a massive man who went by the name of Gus the entire environment changed. The room was completely posh, comfortable armchairs, a warm fireplace, and a literal library of books lining the walls on aged wooden bookshelves.

"Well Mr Dee, I do believe you're what we're looking for, if you're interested in the job we will supply you with costumes and makeup and you will receive a discount at the bar and store. You're allowed to keep all of your tips and you can bring in a friend every night free of charge. Do we have a deal?" Mr. Dante said with a smile.

Dee gasped then thought to himself "$500 and all the tips every night? Who cares if this guy is creepy, that's some serious cash!"

"Yes sir! Where do I sign?" he exclaimed.

Mr Dante let out a soft chuckle and leaned back in his expensive chair then stood up. He slowly walked up to Dee before sitting down on a corner of his desk and looking down at him.

"My my, you are certainly enthusiastic, but I do have to warn you there is a small catch. The job isn't entirely yours until after your first performance. So I really need you to wow the crowd, and to wow me as well. Sound fair?"

Dee smiled confidently and stood up to offer the man his hand.

"I promise not to disappoint, sir."

Mr Dante smiled and took Dee's hand a shook it lightly.

"I'm sure you won't," he responded with a mischievous grin.

Mr Dante then broke away from the handshake and returned to his desk. He then opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a thin black book and an expensive looking black pen and sat them on the table.

"Very well then, Showtime isn't for another two hours, so you're free to roam the bar at your leisure. Gus will direct you to the stage when its time and Angie will be your makeup artist. If I might make a suggestion though, ask some of the other dancers for any advice. They have been working for me for a year now and it would be best if you introduced yourself and made friends now."

Dante then sat down and opened the book then took the pen in hand and began writing, his eyes scanning the paper carefully.

"Yes sir, anything else?" Dee responded.

"No that will be all, you are excused. I look forward to your performance tonight." Mr Dante said as he continued to read.

Dee nodded and turned away, heading towards the fine polished oak door and grabbing onto the bronze doorknob and opening it quickly before stepping outside, closing the door behind him.

Dante smiled as he looked up from the book and sat down the pen before turning around to face the monitors. Preparations for tonight were already beginning and the other dancers had arrived a few moments ago. He then pressed a button for an intercom and leaned in to a nearby microphone. On one of the monitors a strangely dressed person reached into their pocket and pulled out a small square black device.

"Angie, looks like we have a new dancer tonight, make sure he looks great for tonight's performance."

"Oh? Another one? My my, Mr Dante if you keep adding any more studs to this beef parade I might have trouble controlling myself!" said a voice that came from the nearby speaker.

Dante chuckled and pressed the button again.

"Now kitten, you need to behave yourself until after the show. We are professionals after all."

The figure on the screen seemed to bow their head in an overly exaggerated fashion before placing their hands on their hips.

"You never let me have any fun!" said Angie through the speaker.

Dante grinned again as he pressed the button, but unknown to anyone his eyes flashed a bright yellow and his pupils lengthened into long slits.

"Just be patient, this promises to be one hell of a ssssssssshow..."

*******

Dee spent a few moments navigating the long corridors of the back of the club before coming to the door he had been directed to before. It was hard to miss, due to the heavy cigar smell that only got more pungent as he got closer and closer. He quickly knocked on the door and waited, and after a few moments the door opened to reveal the massive shape of Gus. He was portly but it was the kind of size that Dee knew wasn't just fat. His arms were massive and hairy and he could barely fit through the doorframe. He was dressed in a plaid button up shirt and blue jeans, and a fat lit cigar sat in his lips above his thick bushy beard.

"Ah! Good to see you son! Did the interview go well?" he said as he removed the cigar and put it out on an ashtray behind him.

"Yeah, he said I need to do one performance before I have the job though. He said I should talk to some of the other dancers first. Do you know where they are?" Dee responded.

"Someone looking for one of the other dancers, poppa?" said a voice from behind Gus.

Dee curiously leaned over and tried to peek around Gus's massive frame to look in his office. From what he could see, it was fairly well furnished much like Mr Dante's room. It seemed to be designed to look like a hunters lodge. Complete with fireplace and fur pelts decorating the walls. But the most surprising thing that he saw was the bare backside of another large man as he walked toward the closet in the back of the room. From the brief glimpse he saw that the man was not as large as the behemoth Gus, but still bigger than Dee himself by quite a bit.

Dee pulled back in embarrassment, trying not to be rude while Gus only chuckled and turned around.

"Yeah, got a new boy here looking for someone to teach him the ropes. Mind introducing him to the other guys?"

"Yea! Just gimme a minute and I'll be right out!" shouted the other voice.

Gus then turned around to face Dee again and placed a big meaty paw on his shoulder.

"Ben will be with ya in a minute. He'll introduce you and show you around a bit. But remember, look, don't touch." Gus winked and smiled as he withdrew his hand.

"What? No! I mean... I'm not gay! Not that there is anything wrong with that... I just..." stammered Dee.

Gus let out a hearty laugh and raised his hand.

"Don't worry son, I was just pulling your leg. haha!"

After a few moments Gus then turned slightly to reveal the other man; he was stocky and only a foot shorter than Gus but was well-built with a leather vest that displayed his massive pectorals and thick arms proudly. His hair was a dark black but was kept short and cropped in a military crew cut. He also sported a thick but well-trimmed full beard. Dee then glanced down, but then quickly looked away when he saw that the only thing that the other man was wearing below the waist was a bright white jockstrap that hid very little from the imagination about the size of the equipment underneath.

"So you're the new guy, huh? Name's Benjamin! But everyone here calls me Ben. Pleased to meet you!" he said as he outstretched a large hand to Dee.

Dee awkwardly took it and shook the man's hand, trying not to glance down at his revealing outfit.

"Um, if you need to get dressed, I can wait," he said quietly.

Ben then looked down at himself in confusion, but then laughed and smiled.

"I'm already dressed thanks! The crowd really likes the "minimalist" look, but from what I hear they have a big outfit planned for you. But if you want to work here this is the kind of stuff you have to wear up on stage! So you better get used to it!"

Gus laughed and put a large hand on Ben's head and ruffled his short hair slightly.

"Hey now, don't want to ruin the boy so quickly. Go show him around and be nice."

Gus then quickly brought that hand down onto Ben's bare ass who yelped in surprise, but then looked up to the larger man with a lustful grin.

"Oh, I'll be nice alright, poppa bear..."

Dee felt a bit uncomfortable about the whole situation, but that was only magnified when Gus leaned down and kissed Ben deeply on the lips. Both of their beards intertwined as they shared a brief sensual moment with each other and Ben reached up to gently stroke Gus's chest.

Dee let out a loud cough to let himself be known and the two broke away from each other, smiling goofily.

"Heh, sorry about that. Can't control myself sometimes! You wanted a tour then? Follow me!" said Ben as he left Gus's side and stood next to Dee. As Dee turned he glanced down unwittingly and saw that Ben's front pouch was looking a bit more swollen than before. Dee then quickly jerked his eyes forward and began to follow him down the halls, trying his best not to look at the bare, muscular ass directly in front of him.

Gus poked his head out of the office and smiled warmly as he watched the two boys walk away. But then suddenly his expression changed and he cupped his hands around his mouth like a megaphone.

"Oh! And don't leave him alone with him!" shouted Gus. Ben waved in acknowledgement and opened the door at the end of the hall for Dee.

********

As Ben and Dee entered the bar proper, a few waiters were walking around and flipping chairs off the table and setting them on the ground before wiping them off. Cut off into a corner of the bar stood another man that had a glass case in front of him, and assorted styles of underwear and jockstraps on display both inside the case and hanging on the walls. Ben then directed Dee to the counter where two men stood polishing glasses, while two other guys that appeared to be around Ben's age where sitting on the bar stools in front of the counter dressed in normal street clothes.

Ben waved at the two men sitting down and they both turned to face him, the larger man with long dark brown hair let out a loud whistle while the other chuckled and leaned slightly on the larger man.

"Lookin' good there Ben!" said the larger man.

Ben laughed placed a hand on the man's shoulder.

"You're not looking half bad yourself there TJ, same to you too Corbin."

"You always do look good in leather, bud. Who's this you got with you? He the new guy the boss was talking about?" said the smaller of the two.

Dee nodded as he examined the two. The larger man TJ stood a few inches shorter than Ben, but he was nearly as large as him. Dressed in a jacket and undershirt, he smiled at Dee, offering him a hand that led up to an arm with a tattoo that said "Pride" in plain letters. Dee shook his large hand politely before letting go.

"I'm TJ. This is my boyfriend Corbin. We started up here when Ben did. Pleased to meet you!"

Dee nodded and took Corbin's hand as he offered it to him as well. He was a bit smaller than both TJ and Ben in terms of girth, but his arms that were clearly displayed through his sleeveless t-shirt showing that he was much more defined than the other two. He had a full head of neatly trimmed black hair and a single earring in his right ear. Dee then glanced down hoping that he wasn't about to get another crotch surprise, but he found himself rather impressed with Corbin's lower body. His legs were also literal tree trunks, every curve and vein displayed proudly through his shorts that sported a rather large bulge in the front. TJ then offered Dee and Ben a seat and they both took it quickly, sitting down at the bar and looking towards the many bottles of alcohol that lined the back shelves.

"Yo, Gille! Can I get a round of drinks here please?"

One of the two bartenders smiled and looked up from the glass he was holding, dressed in a clean apron and t-shirt with pierced ears and bright green eyes. His hair was a dark chocolate brown, but the strange thing about him was that there was a single wide strip of hair that was dyed bright red.

"Sure, just gimme a sec. Colt, do you mind finishing up?"

The other bartender nodded and continued on with his work while Gilles went to the other side of the bar and began filling a few of the glasses he had just cleaned.

While Gilles was turned around, Dee then glanced down and saw a strange, ropey, tail looking protrusion with a tuft of red tipped brown hair coming from the bartender's backside. He then glanced over at the other barkeep and noticed he had a similar looking tail as well, with his hair sporting a bright orange streak and his tail tipped orange.

"Um, what's with those things?" he said as he pointed at Gilles's backside.

He heard a soft chuckle coming from Colton as he set down another glass and went on to the next. Gilles turned around smiling with four glasses of frothy beer on a tray in hand.

"Oh that? Take a look up at the plaque," said Gilles as he sat down a glass in front of each man before pointing upwards at a wooden sign that said "Pleasure Island".

"Oh. So like in the story where the kids become donkeys?" said Dee curiously as he lifted up his drink and took a quick sip.

"Yeah, kind of the owner's joke. So anyway, where is Scott? He running late again?" Gilles asked as he reached under the counter and grabbed another glass.

Corbin sighed and nodded. "Knowing him, he's already brought a 'friend' to the back room, but we haven't heard anything from him."

Dee raised an eyebrow and looked over at Ben who sighed but smiled.

"Yea, that's "him". Don't worry though, he's harmless. He's just a little... active, and it's gained him a bit of a reputation."

"Noted," said Dee before he took another sip from his drink.

The group sat there for a while, chatting and conversing with each other and catching up. Talking about life and recent events and sports like a normal crowd of guys while Dee sat there quietly and listened. After a few minutes though, Ben took notice of Dee's silence and patted him on the back.

"Hey, listen to us go on and we are supposed to be helping you. Go on, kid, ask us anything you like. I'm sure one of us can offer you some good advice," said Ben as he got up and pulled back his chair so that everyone could see him better.

Dee was never good at being put on the spot in social situations. He was more a man of action, and preferred to do something, rather than think and talk about it. Finally, after a few moments of embarrassed silence he spoke up.

"Okay. Well, what do you guys think I should do?"

Suddenly, all five of the people around the bar began to chime in

"Ya gotta give them what they want. Thrust your hips and shake your ass," said Ben

"No, you gotta work for it buddy, make them want you and crave you until they are climbing on the stage," shouted Colton.

"Show off! Use what you got and people will love you for it! Be confident!" said TJ as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Be sexy! Be wild! Show them you're a hotty and they will throw cash at you!" said Corbin.

"I say flash them a bit of skin at first and then tease them till you're up there without a thread on you!" said Gilles with a grin as he leaned over the counter.

"Or, just get naked and give them a show. Works for me every time."

The group went silent and turned to the new voice. Standing next to the side door that lead to the back entrance was a tall man with spiked black hair wearing a leather jacket that was zipped down to reveal a good portion of his bare chest. Dee glanced down and saw that the newcomer was wearing only a jock from the waist down much like Ben. But his looked worn and frayed, which wasn't too hard to believe given the massive bulge that the thin fabric was holding back.

"Hey Scott, early start?" said TJ with a chuckle as he rose up a hand to order another drink.

"Heh, come on now. I'm not that bad..." said Scott with a shrug.

Out of the corner of his eye Dee saw another person he had never seen before stumble out of the back room. He was hastily putting on his clothes that were covered in white stains, and his face was covered in white goo. He rounded the corner and went to the men's room.

Scott let out an embarrassed laugh and shrugged. "Ummm... Make-up practice?"

The group laughed loudly as Scott walked up to the bar. He took the drink from Gilles and sat down next to Dee. This man's build was fairly medium in comparison to the rest of the group and served as a bit of a midway between Ben's size and Corbin's definition. He and Scott were roughly the same height although his bulk made Dee feel so much smaller. Defined pectorals peeked through the rough leather jacket and his legs were built and lean. Try as he might to resist, he took another glance down at Scott's package and gulped. This man was either hung like a horse, or he liked to stuff his cup. It seemed like the fabric of his already worn jock was about to burst at any moment and they would all be getting a front row show to whatever this bad boy was packing.

"So you the new guy, huh? Cool. Pleased to meet you!" said Scott as he offered his free hand while his other one was busy lifting up his glass and taking a big drink of the frothy amber liquid.

Dee shook his hand carefully, but the moment their palms met he felt something odd. When he pulled back he realized his hand was coated in a musky smelling, sticky fluid that he could only imagine what it might be.

Not wanting to make a scene he grinned and beared it while glancing around the bar for a napkin or something to wipe his hand off on. He heard a soft cough and Dee turned to see Gilles leaning over the bar holding a clean white cloth.

"Thank you..." Dee mouthed silently as he began wiping his hands clean.

One furious hand wiping later, the group had focussed their attention back on Dee. A few of them stood up and gave lewd and revealing presentations on just how to get the crowd's attention. Some suggested coming up there with him, but Dee was still a little hesitant about bumping and grinding with another nearly nude man.

After an hour had gone by, he felt like he had heard every single suggestion, every promiscuous and sexual act, and several things he had rather not heard as the time drew ever closer to his first performance. After having so many different opinions shouted in his ear he didn't know just what dance routine or what kind of pelvic thrust he should do to wow the crowd. Especially sense this sort of showing off didn't exactly appeal to his tastes being the fact he would be dancing in his underwear to a bar filled with horny gay MEN. But the pay was something he would swallow his pride for and give it his best attempt.

Dee then took another long gulp of his drink then sat it down on the table and began to rub his temples trying to figure out just what to do when suddenly he felt Ben's large hand on his back. Dee turned around and found the concerned looks of the other dancers as they loomed over him.

"Look, suggestions or not, you're the one going on tonight. You gotta do what you like and do what you feel as right. I'm sure you will feel it once you get up there," Ben said calmly.

"If it's any consolation I think you're pretty cute and sometimes that's all you need" said Scott with a grin before Corbin punched him in his arm.

"Don't screw the new talent yet horn dog.... But actually Ben is right you know buddy. Just get up there and I'm sure you will do fine," Corbin said as he leaned into TJ before giving him a protective hug.

Dee sighed as he lifted up his drink and finished it off in a few gulps before setting it down on the table.

"You know it's kind of hard to feel excited or inspired over this stuff when it's not really your thing. I mean I have no problem with you guys and who you like, but that's just not me. If it weren't for the money I wouldn't even be here right now."

Gilles sighed and sat down his most recent glass and leaned over the bar and poked Dee in the side.

"Trust me, we all felt like that at first, but I'm sure your mind will change once you're up on the stage."

Dee turned around and faced Gilles with an eyebrow raised.

"You were a dancer too?" he asked.

The group let out a light chuckle at the comment and Gilles began to take up the empty used glasses.

"We've all been up there at one point or another, this position just suits me and I'm happy here. Most everyone works on stage for a time before they go to a new area or they move on to greener pastures. But never once have I seen someone who didn't leave this place without a bit of hesitancy. We're like a family after you get to know us and we take care of our own. I'm sure once you get up on stage you will have a lot of fun."

Gilles smiled as he placed the glasses under the bar and grabbed a nearby towel and began wiping the countertop.

"Anyway, you need to start getting ready, the early birds will get here soon and the Boss doesn't like people meeting the dancers until after the show. Plus Angie has to do a lot of work for your outfit and you don't want to keep her waiting. Break a leg kid"

Dee nodded and smiled, he turned around to face the others who looked down at him approvingly.

"Well then, I guess I better give them one hell of a show huh?"

***********

The club was dark, but abuzz with conversation. The bartenders where hard at work pouring and mixing drinks but signs of their inhibitions lowering where already prevalent. Their aprons where loosened, and a dusting of fur was beginning to sprout across their arms. Their tails had already begun to wag slightly under their own control and they had already removed their shoes.

The rest of the bar was packed with men and hybridized versions of animals, each clad in either a jockstrap or some set of revealing underwear. But those who had finished gaining the forms they desired had tossed their undergarments and casually went around nude. Horses, Falcons, Canines and Felines of every breed and mixture filled the main area of the bar, while some where wandering in and out of the black light lit backroom. There were a few humans that preferred to wait out their transformations in the bar area, stretching their arms and legs as they enjoyed the feeling of fur and claws sprout from their skin. Although a good portion of the crowd had already spent some time in the back room for more "stimulus" to accelerate their changes. Scantily clad human males entered the back room only to emerge later, sweaty and sticky, in a new animal form. Most as they came out where nude or with only the tatters of what remained of their undergarments stuck to their legs, but all of them exited looking satisfied and with a semi erect cock dangling between most of their legs.

Backstage things where even busier and more chaotic, a brown haired stage manager was shouting orders to crew members as they ran throughout the stage, setting up props and scenery. Dee was backstage in the green room, standing in front of a long mirror with a table that was covered in assorted makeup and nail polish while a strange transvestite wearing heavy makeup was applying the final touches to his outfit.

"Ohh ho-ho! My little sexy stud, you are going to be my finest work yet!"

Angie grinned as she straightened up the blue suit and white tie that Dee was wearing, periodically stopping to adjust her bright green wig and sneaking the occasional grope. Dee sighed as he let him/her have his/her way with him, his outfit was fairly complicated for a stripper and he didn't want to ruin it. He was dressed like an English gentlemen, his hair was slicked back and covered with a top hat, and on his hands where bright white gloves. Underneath it all he was wearing a white frilled shirt, suspenders and a belt and underneath everything else he was wearing a grey jockstrap that cupped his junk and enhanced it to the viewer.

"Isn't a suit a bit much?" Dee then reached down and slapped Angie's hand as she tried to sneak in a grope of his crotch.

Angie pouted.

"Party pooper. But yes, this is what Mr Dante wants; now hold still while I add the finishing touches hon."

Angie then went over to her mirror and made a display of leaning over as she rifled through the drawers showing off her shapely feminine butt through her orange sequenced dress.

"Ah ha! This should be lovely!" She shouted before turning around.

In Angie's hand she held a gold rimmed monocle with a gold chain attached to it.

"I'm NOT wearing that!" Dee objected.

Angie fumed and huffed as she tossed the small bauble aside, where it landed on the floor and the fragile glass shattered.

"You know hon it's not a good idea to try to ruin an artist's vision! I had this whole idea where you were a prim and proper rich boy that decided to strip in an attempt to free yourself from your controlling daddy!" she said with a dramatic groan.

"Eyepieces are where I draw the line! Don't you have anything else? What about that?"

Dee pointed over to a corner of the stage where a black cane stood, lightly covered in dust. The wood looked aged but still in good condition, and the tip was covered in a faded golden sheen.

Angie looked over at the cane and let out a loud "Hmmmmm"

The lights began to flash indicating it was only a minute before the show and Dee began to panic. Angie brought her fingers to her temple and began to rub them, seeming to be lost in some sort of thought or like she was preparing for a bowel movement.

"Brilliant!" she shouted suddenly as she clasped her hands together and turned around with a bright smile that only accentuated her frightening features. Dee was shocked at the sudden surprise, but then he noticed that Angie's eyes had suddenly turned a bright yellow and wide slits had replaced her pupils

"You just had your dream audition for a Broadway and the producer who just rejected your audition is at the strip club! Giving it one more go you try to empress him in any means necessary! I love it! The drama! The theatre! This was even better than I could have hoped!"

Dee tried to stammer out a response, but Angie shoved the cane upon him began to shoo him stage right.

"Now remember, dream boy, producer, any means necessary! Make me proud sweetie!" shouted Angie as she rushed back to the stage manager and whispered excitedly in his ear. He groaned and shooed the strange man/woman away before speaking into the headset he was wearing. All at once the stagehands began to rush onto the stage and began re-arranging and adding set pieces with surprising efficiency.

Dee looked unto the club as the lights began to dim. He could tell that the whole room was packed, but he couldn't make out any of the faces due to the thin veil of smoke that hung over head. A drumroll suddenly began to sound and lights above began to twirl around the room before lighting up centre stage.

"Gentlemen! For tonight we have some new talent for you to enjoy! Please welcome Mr. D!

************

The crowd applauded as the speakers began playing an old timey 50's music. At the base of the stage was a literal swarm of normal men and partially transformed men. Whistling and whooping as Dee strutted on stage, cane in hand with a confident smirk. While Dee presented himself to the crowd a few seats back from the front stage the senior dancers sat at a round table along with Gus. Most of them had removed their clothing and where relaxing al-natural, but signs of their transformations where beginning to show. As Dee began to swing his cane and hips, many of the members of the crowd began to cheer, dollar bills where raised and fingers where lifted gesturing the man to come closer. Dee ignored them however and went over to the pole in centre stage as it rose from the floor and gripped onto it. He them removed his hat and placed it on the cane, spinning it around playfully for a brief moment before tossing it a few feet away on the stage. The crowd cheered and Dee took a quick bow and smiled, but as he rose his brown slicked hair now had a set of two triangular black furred ears that where perked high and taking in all of the sounds of the crowd.

The table with the dancers cheered, although Ben was more preoccupied as his lips where pressed against Gus's his fur grew in and his ears began to migrate towards is head. TJ let out another whoop as he grabbed onto Corbin for a hug and laughed. Corbin smiled and giggled as well, but his attention was more drawn toward TJ's crotch where his cock was beginning to grow harder and thicker.

Dee smiled at the positive remarks and then began to grind against the pole, oblivious to his newly changed ears as the crowd yelled in approval. The music then began to change to the classic jazz sound that was infamous for stripping and Dee took that as a sign. One by one he began to remove his gloves, not realizing the backs of his hands where covered in a thick coating of white fur and his palms now had pads. Dee then kicked off his shoes, revealing his bare feet, or paws as they were now. Covered in the same white fur with black claws emerging from what where once his toenails.

Back at the table, things were beginning to heat up, Gus and Ben where still furiously making out, but their faces had expanded into short muzzles and Ben now sported a set of white horns from the top of his head. Behind the both of them their tails had grown in, Gus's brown and stubby nub and Ben's long ropey tail with a brown furred tip swished behind him as the two continued exploring each other's bare flesh as fur began to slowly cover them. TJ however was leaned back in a satisfied pose with a wide smirk while Corbin was buried in his crotch, his muzzle lengthening as he licked and suckled his boyfriends growing cock. TJ moaned softly and reached down the pet Corbin's mane as it grew in, while his own chest fur began to blossom and cover his body like wildfire. Meanwhile Scott had moved away from the others and had found himself at a table surrounded by horny on-lookers. He had removed his jacket and was still mostly human, but his jockstrap was beginning to reach its breaking point. He smirked as the small crowd looked away from Dee and focused their attention on him as they heard thread after thread snap until finally with a loud rip it tore in two and revealed a plump, white sheathe with the tip of a pointed red cock slowly emerging.

Dee laughed and was really starting to get into things. A twirl of his cane, and a glance over at a nearby table sent the shadowy figures into a swoon. He glanced over at one of the nearby hands as he held up what appeared to be a twenty dollar bill. Not wanting to miss out on such a score he unbuttoned his jacket and let it hang loose, revealing his frilly white shirt and suspenders. He sauntered over to the man and leaned down, giving the patron a good view of his bludge through his formal pants as he gave him a slight pelvic thrust. He heard a soft "Murrrr" as the hand reached up and placed the bill underneath his belt. Dee would have sworn that the hand looked like some sort of massive paw, but didn't focus on it for long as he began to walk around the stage. Presenting himself to the crowd as they began to shove more cash down his pants, and sneakily grope his package.

Inhibitions in the bar where beginning to lower fast, and many of the patrons were beginning to get "frisky". Over at the bar, the two bartenders where still very hard at work mixing and pouring drinks when suddenly a waiter came up to them with their very first order of "Donkey Punch" for the night. The two stopped suddenly and dropped everything they were doing and smiled at each other as they felt the changes wash over them. They quickly removed their clothing as short fur began to spread across their bodies in a wave. Their hair began to spike up into a tall mohawk's and their manes grew in along their backs. By the time their pants were down they were already sporting full, dripping erections that were growing longer and thicker by the second. The bartenders both let out loud brays as their faces lengthened along with their cocks, giving them matching square muzzles and flat square teeth. Soon they were finished and Xaie and Colton grinned buck toothed smiles as they both gripped their long, thick equine erections and began to stroke wildly.

Back on stage Dee was having a blast. His pants where filled to the brim with assorted dollar bills and he had barely taken off any clothing at all. Wanting to wow the crowd some more he set his cane down next to the pole and removed his jacket. He gripped onto one arm and began to spin it around while thrusting his hips and licking his lips before he tossed it aside. The crowd cheered as Dee removed his suspenders and belt then began to slowly un-button his shirt. Playing no attention to the thick coating of black and white fur that seemed to sprout across his chest as every button was removed. Finally with one swift pull he removed his shirt and revealed his furry chest, creamy white fur covering his stomach while his back was a dark black. The crowd cheered and started shouting "More! More!" and Dee felt himself more than happy to oblige. He gripped on the pole and began to improvise a routine, lifting himself into the air with strength he never knew he had, and wrapping his legs and arms around the pole in intricate moves with a flexibility unknown to him. He worked that pole for all it was worth as the fur began to travel down his arms and up the back of his neck.

Back at the dancer table things had gotten particularly wild, and Scott had gained quite a few admirers as they watched him slowly transform in front of their eyes. Ben and Gus had finished long ago, Ben now a large stocky bull with a full thick erection that rubbed against Gus's thick coat of bear fur. Gus had grown to an even more massive size and held Ben against his chest as his cock began to brush against Ben's hole. TJ was still leaning back and grinning, but now with a set of razor sharp teeth and a full blown mane as an equine Corbin worshiped the thick shaft between his legs. TJ soon felt that it would be time for his hubby to get a real rough treatment and that's when he saw a nearby waiter that was holding a tray of shot glasses that where covered in sticky white fluid. Waiting until he got close enough, He quickly took a glass as he passed by and drank it down in a flash. A warm tingling began to envelop his groin and TJ let out a soft moan. His shaft began to throb in Corbin's muzzle and TJ reluctantly pulled his boyfriend off of him. Corbin pouted his muzzle square and long with short triangular ears twisting and listening all throughout the bar and his own massive fourteen inch equine cock throbbing between his legs.

TJ chuckled at his horse boyfriend and reached down and began to play with his pierced nipples, causing the horse to nicker in approval and lust before he realized just what was happening to his boyfriend's dick. Soon the mushroom tip of TJ's cock began to broaden and flatten and the shaft grew longer and thicker with each passing second. Corbin looked up at TJ and grinned excitedly before he dived back down onto TJ's dick, worshipping the impressive shaft as it grew more and more equine until it rivalled the size of his own. Over at Scott's table he was having his own worship session by a surrounding crowd of hybrid animals. His thick red canine shaft had fully emerged from its sheathe with his knot engorged as several different people where fawning over it, licking and suckling it like it was made of candy. Scott's long tongue hung out of his mouth as his muzzle grew in and his pelt of grey and white fur began to sprout over his body. He adjusted himself for a brief moment as he felt his tail grow in; curling as it sprouted from his backside and began to wag slightly as more long white hairs began to cover it. Scott then idly glanced out on stage and looked at Dee who was spinning around on the pole. Ears perked and sporting a full fur coat from the waist up grinning like a fool without a care in the world. Scott grinned as his muzzle finished growing and he felt his cock throb inside the muzzle of a nearby rabbit boy.

"Looks I'm not going to be the only dog in this house for much longer...." He thought to himself before he got a wicked idea.

While the rabbit boy continued to go down on him, Scott got the attention of another waiter who was taking a tray of sticky shot glasses back to the bar. The waiter kneeled in and Scott whispered something into his ear and the waiter grinned and nodded before rushing back to the bar.

Back on stage Dee had begun to sweat, his body felt warm and he felt as though he was emanating heat wherever he went but he dared not stop. The crowd was going wild, as far as he could tell, but as time went on the haze covering them began to lift. Or at least he was able to see them better, because now he could make out strange looking pointed ears and odd appendages. He shrugged it off though, thinking that it all must be part of this clubs theme and laughed as he finally brought himself to the floor and flexed in a display of masculinity. The crowd cheered and more dollar bills where raised, but Dee's pants were already filled to the brim. He grinned; wanting to pull a full on showstopper as he quickly tore out the bills from his pants and threw them backstage away from the crowd. He then slowly began to gyrate his hips for the crowd, the music starting to build up more suspense as he unbuttoned his pants. A drum roll began to play as Dee slowly unzipped his pants, revealing the swollen grey jockstrap underneath that was stained slightly with a single wet spot. Finally Dee gripped onto the sides of his pants and tore them down, revealing his jock and furry chest in its full glory as the crowd roared in applause.

At the table, Ben was moaning loudly as he was impaled on Gus's massive bear cock. Ben's own bull hood was rubbing against the bear's chest as he lifted him up and down onto his massive shaft while he grunted in pleasure with a fat cigar in his muzzle. TJ had begun to pant, his sandpapery tongue hanging out of his short feline muzzle as his boyfriend tried his hardest to fit as much of his newly equine made cock into his muzzle as possible. But even with Corbin's longer muzzle he was barely able to reach the lion's medial ring. Soon TJ got another idea and reached down and began to grope Corbin's ass. The horse grunted as he licked and suckled on the massive length, but he suddenly pulled away and let out a loud neigh as he felt his tail be pulled upwards. He looked toward TJ who was grinning lustfully at his boyfriend and he knew what he wanted. Corbin nodded and smiled as he got up, his legs straddling TJ's as he began to grind the lion's massive shaft against his hole. Slowly then he began to lower himself onto the thick shaft, grunting slightly at the new size, but then feeling waves of pleasure wash over him as the thick shaft hit all the right spots.

Over at the bar the sounds of brays rang out and several waiters stood nearby with shot glass filled trays in hand as while Colton mounted Xaie. The orange haired donkey thrust his thick shaft mercilessly into his red haired boyfriend who was panting in a lust filled daze. Once again his cock began to throb and Xaie let out a loud bray as his shaft erupted in a shower of milky white spunk that covered the tray and filled most of the shot glasses. The waiter smiled and the next one took his spot while he rushed over to the front stage, setting down as many glasses as he could at around centre stage while trying to avoid the grabbing paws and claws of other patrons on his ass.

After a few more rounds the entire front row had taken their shots and were grunting and moaning as their cocks grew longer and flatter and their balls began to swell with seed.

Dee flexed again for the crowd, but the sounds of cheers where beginning to be drowned out by the sounds of moans as they began to fill the room. All of the excitement must have given him an erection he thought to himself as he quickly adjusted himself.

Dee then struck another pose and the crowd cheered again, but this time the moaning grew even louder than before. Dee was confused by the sudden change in tone and squinted as he looked out into the crowd. The shapes were becoming clearer and more defined as time went on, but as he took a step forward to get a better look he saw his first clearly visible man, then he took a step back in surprise. He was naked and a coating of light brown fur was beginning to cover his body. From his head he had sprouted two long and branching horns and down below he was stroking a massive blunt cock that had a set of swollen leathery balls hanging underneath. Dee took another step forward and looked into the crowd again. The next man he saw didn't look like a man at all, his skin was rubbery and shiny and his body and patterned like some sort of massive killer whale humanoid. He too held a massive cock in between his legs and was furiously stroking it, sharing the same blunted tip as the last man but with much larger balls than him. Dee leapt back, looking surprised and frightened but then he glanced down at himself and saw that his body was changing as well. His arms where covered in white fur with black stripes covering the back where his triceps where. He reached down and began to feel his stomach, it felt larger but much firmer underneath the thick coating of white fur. His legs and most of the rest of his body where not much different. Thick fur had nearly covered every inch of him. But he then felt reached up and felt his face and was relieved that was still human. He then glanced down at his jockstrap and pulled back the pouch, revealing that his manhood was still intact inside the pouch. Relieved at that small victory he figured something must be wrong, this must have been some sort of trick by Dante to transform him into some sort of animal like the rest of the people in the crowd. He tried to think of what might have caused it, what must have triggered the transformation and how could he reverse it. The crowd began to grow silent as Dee stood motionless with his fingers against his temples, deep in thought.

Suddenly his expression brightened and he realized what it was, the very thing he had seen around this club and worn by some of the "dancers" if he could still call them that.

"It was the jockstraps! Something about the jockstraps!" he thought to himself as he reached down and tore off his grey jockstrap, exposing his erect cock and balls to the crowd at large.

Dee grinned, feeling as though he had won before this crazy club got to him and began to walk off stage, but then he hunched over and felt his cock throb. He turned around and un-intentionally faced the crowd, his cock had began to turn a deep red, and the fur that had stopped at the rim of where his jockstrap once was began to spread down to his groin. Dee then stumbled over and tried to re-gain his balance and leaned on the pole. His cock was throbbing angrily as it grew longer and thicker while a small amount of skin was beginning to attach itself to his stomach, forming a sheathe. Dee groaned as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him after the fur had finally completely covered his backside and he began to feel a nub growing from the base of his spine. He let out a loud moan as the fur that was crawling up his neck began to spread across his face. Dee felt his jaw pop and his face begin to lengthen as his nose grew dark and wet and a new set of sharp teeth took the place of his old ones. Dee thought he heard another loud cheer from the crowd as he was brought to his knees, all of the new changes washing over him and overloading his mind in a lust filled haze. He panted with a much longer tongue as he tried to crawl to the edge of the stage where the paws of many of the patrons where grabbing at him.

The bar was whipped into a frenzy and many of the patrons had paired off or gone into their own small orgies all throughout the bar. Fur, scales, tails and cocks where everywhere, some spraying their loads in a matter of moments before re-joining the massive writhing pile of male body's. The dancer table was in full swing as Gus continued to impale Ben, the bull's throbbing cock having already spent its load all over the bear yet still remaining hard as another blast of bull cream was building. TJ growled and grunted, having bent Corbin over the table and fucking his equine boyfriend with his massive donkey cock while his tasselled tail swished behind him. Over at Scott's table the floor was literally flooded with cum after so many different boys had come over for a brief suckle of his cock before involuntarily spraying their loads. He still grinned though as his body grew sticky from a few stray shots and he jerked his cock with both paws, feeling his massive load grow closer and closer but not wanting to spend it just quite yet.

Dee grunted and let out strange animalistic sounds he had never made before as he crawled closer and closer to the edge, his face and ears popping and his nose being overloaded with a mass of new and powerful scents. His tail had slowly begun to grow in behind him, the appendage curling slightly and growing in a mass of long white hairs. Dee grunted and stopped, trying to catch his breath for a brief moment before his body began to shake again. Stuck on all four's Dee panted as his body grew and expanded. New, powerful muscles began to expand in his arms and legs, the changing canine growing larger and larger as time went on. Finally he jerked upwards and let out a loud howl as his cock throbbed between his legs, his muzzle now fully formed as a massive Malamute. Dee then roughly gripped onto his ten inch canine shaft with both paws and jerked it wildly towards the crowd.

He was lost completely in his instincts and just wanting to get off, there were a few cheers but many of the patrons were too busy grunting and moaning as their cocks where being stroked and thrust into tight holes and muzzles.

Dee felt himself building and building, his body growing larger and larger as he rivalled Ben's size and Corbin's definition. His pointed cock was literally drooling a stream of precum into his paws as he worked the shaft while the crowd looked on while jerking their own. The entire bar had begun to reek of sex and musk and Dee was taking it all in through his enhanced sense of smell. He let out a loud moan as he felt his balls tense, past his breaking point and writhing in orgasmic pleasure before his cock fired out a thick creamy load off stage onto the closest patron's chest.

That first shot set off a chain reaction, and soon that patron's massive donkey cock jerked and sprayed its own load, covering Dee's chest and cock. After that the three men surrounding him began firing their loads as well, trying to hit the newly transformed canine as best they could but some of them missing and just hitting the stage. Dee panted and basked in the afterglow of his orgasm as one after another the entire front row began to shoot, spraying their thick loads all over him and the stage at large until a massive pool of cum had built at the base of the stage.

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Clean-up was hellish.

There was only one show that night, and after the big performance most of the patrons had gone home. Many struggling to get their clothes on through their grown and changed bodies, yet upon setting foot outside they resumed their original forms and went on like nothing had ever happened.

The stage was littered with stage hands, some canine and a few equines tossed in here and there mopping the stage and the floors. Dee still sat on the edge of the stage completely naked still with his cock slowly crawling back into its musky home. He idly twirled the cane in his paw, regarding how much smaller it looked when suddenly he heard the sound of what sounded like someone dragging a bag across the ground. He looked up and saw a massive looking snake man. With brown belly scales and the outline of black scales lining his sides and continuing on to his back.

"For a one night performansssssse you put on quite the sssssshow," the serpent hissed.

"Well you do cater to a very specific clientele, and I believe they were pleased," said Dee in a mocking voice that was lowered slightly in his new form.

Dante grinned slightly, his fangs barely showing.

"Figured it out already huh? Ssssso...I believe I'm impressed, are you still interested in the job?"

Dee nodded and grinned. He lifted up his cane and leapt down from the stage. He landed on the floor with a thud, tapping his cane on the ground for a brief moment he then looked up at Dante.

"Well you know what they say, there's no business like show business!"