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'The Heavies' was the name of a band. Of course, at this day and age, there were countless bands with all sorts of strange names. Few bands made it high enough to make a name for themselves, yet this particular band was getting big enough to get their own concert.

Melody had never heard this band's music before. He was into punk music though, and while he had never heard any of their music, he had been told the band itself was good by his friends. He had looked up the band's information online and, while he couldn't find any of their music oddly enough, he learned that it was quite a unique band that had to be 'seen to be believed' according to the reviews.

Since it was a new upcoming band, the tickets were incredibly cheap for an outdoor concert, so he snagged himself a seat up front to test out those reviews. He still remembered what he said when he first bought them. "They told me that I had to see this band in order to believe it. Only way to see it is up front." He knew it was usually hard to see band members the farther back one went. Almost nobody ever sat in their seats in a rock concert for very long. It was even stranger that he was told he had to see them to believe it. Normally, bands would need to be heard to be believed.

Melody himself had black hair, stood at 5'5, and was a little chubby. He lacked the tattoos that so many punk rock fans might have, but he had a black leather jacket with patches, holes, and spikes on his shoulders.

Underneath his jacket, he had a simple black tank top. Underneath his top, he had a checkered red and black kilt. His clothing was unlike what many other men his age, mid 20s, wore.

Tonight was the night of the concert, and he was waiting in line to get through the gates of the outdoor concert.

The arena, while outdoor, was surrounded by a twelve foot steel fence. One could easily see through the fence, and likely hear the concert for free. Even as Melody waited, he noticed a few people standing behind the fence with cameras beyond the steel, and some with their phones ready to record the music. Melody knew hearing the band beyond the fence was going to be pretty easy, but seeing the band was going to be another issue entirely.

The stage in the center of the arena had a large half-sphere white backdrop with two tall gates set up on both sides that could not be seen through easily. The gates led into a large building behind the concert stage which was much harder to access and see from the outside. The exterior fence turned into a solid brick white 12 foot wall, and while not impossible to climb up to the top, it proved much harder to see what was beyond it than the fence did. The back was generally reserved for those with backstage passes, or for those performing. Melody lacked access to such things, although he had seen pictures of what was backstage before. It wasn't a very thrilling sight from what he knew.

The line to get in the concert moved rather quickly. Melody got a chance to see some of the various posters that had been set up on the steel fence, and brick wall in the back, and the more he looked at the posters and the band members, the more in disbelief he was about what he was seeing. He saw the band, but the band looked like anthro creatures, living anthro animals, but with human proportions. There was a horse with largely black hide, a black mane, and generally looked like a pretty boy. The posters indicated he was the band's singer.

There was also a dog, a husky with pure white fur that was playing the guitar with his eyes shut, a grin on his face, and a floppy tongue sticking out, as if the dog was intimidating a famous band who liked to do something similar. There was also a rhino, a female by the looks of it with her massive chest. She looked as if she was absolutely tall, and she was in the back with the drums.

The fourth member was a tiger, a white tiger also on a guitar of their own. Based on the poster, it looked as if the tiger and dog were trying to rival each other in guitar, the horse was just singing out loud, and the rhino in the back was doing her own thing. Each of them wore leather jackets with dark clothing underneath, as well as dark pants with rips in the knees. They all seemed to be lacking shoes and just revealed either paws, or hooves.

Melody thought it looked weird. Part of him was expecting to see mechanical beings on stage rather than actual people, like some sort of 'Chuck E Cheese' rip off, but with punk music instead of children's music.

Melody was soon in front of the line, handed off his ticket, and went into the arena. He noticed there were various vendors with carts set up, and he had seen the other mobile vendors outside too. He noticed there wasn't much in the way of merchandise for the band being sold though, which made sense to him since he figured the band was as new as it was. He made his way down a set of concrete stairs to where his seat was located, 20-A, right out front, positioned near the center of the stage. He noticed the instruments were set up on stage, but the band members were nowhere to be seen. He also couldn't make out any platforms on the stage to indicate that something might rise out from underneath the stage either. It made him curious just how the band members were actually going to look in front of his eyes. Posters were one thing, band covers were one thing, but to actually see the band was another thing entirely. Melody wasn't expecting much, but he was free that night to give the new band a try anyways. "They can't be any worse than the 'Spewing Bone' band from last week..." he said to himself.

The many seats in front of the concert stage slowly began to fill up. The front rows were getting more crowded compared to the back ones, and while the concert didn't sell out of tickets, the arena was more than halfway filled by the time it was getting time for the concert to begin. Melody glanced around at the various concert goers, not recognizing any of them.

One by one, the members of the band emerged from the back. Each band member wore what exactly they were pictured as in the poster. To Melody's surprise, they looked almost identical to what they were shown to be in the poster. The rock band members had the skeletal structure of humans, but little else. They looked like real life anthros. The way the band members blinked, moved, and breathed, it was far too real to be a costume of any kind. "No way, what kind of stuff do they have underneath that?" Melody's blue eyes were wide as he stared at the anthros that just took their places so casually on the stage, took their instruments, and bowed to the audience.

"Thank you for giving us this chance to play for your city." The horse said in a deep voice, yet a voice filled with soul. "We'll make sure to make your money worthwhile! Unless of course you didn't pay, but hey, enjoy the show anyways!" The horse grinned at the audience, and then he looked down to Melody briefly. Moments after, he began to play, and the rest of the band joined in.

Melody paid little attention to how the equine looked down to him. He just assumed that the horse looked in his general direction. As the band started playing their music, his eyes slowly widened. It was a band he never knew, but the music they played was impressive. He watched the four anthros, the horse, the rhino, the tiger, and the dog, play their instruments in ways that Melody had never seen, all that bettered the notes that came from them. The horse's words too. Melody was reminded of Barry White with how much soul his voice had, a Barry White that played punk rock. The music lined up perfectly with his voice, and while Melody had never heard the song they were playing, he had a very strong feeling they weren't missing any beats.

As the concert played, the crowd cheered. Almost nobody sat in their actual seat, although such was the norm with punk rock concerts. Even Melody wasn't in his seat, although he wasn't banging his head, recording the music, or many things that the other people around him were doing. He was focused on the anthros, still in disbelief over how real they looked. He also felt odd as he heard their lyrics. Something just told him that he almost belonged there.

Melody became briefly distracted when he turned his head and noticed there were two men in what appeared to be identical uniforms. They wore mostly black suits, except with the logo of the band on their shirt and hats. Each of them carried a tray on their gut with a strap around their necks, and on that tray was a bronze colored drink that looked like beer in multiple small glasses. He noticed the men were handing out kegs, and people weren't paying any money. Free beer too huh? Melody thought to himself. He wasn't one to pass up such an offer. He didn't need to drive home when he took the bus to get to the concert anyways.

"Hey!" he called out loud, knowing well that the music and crowd likely drowned him out. He waved both of his hands towards the men to signal them, all with a smile on his face.

The men handed out drink after drink at first. The drinks were in containers a little larger than shot glasses. As they handed out the beer, one of the men noticed Melody. The man grabbed the other's shoulder, and pointed to Melody. The other man nodded, and the first one walked over to Melody. The man walked over casually as the other continued to hand out beer. Once the man got to Melody, he spoke up quickly. "Free beer?" he asked. The man took one of the glasses and offered it to Melody.

"Do you have to ask?" Melody said in a voice louder than talking. He took the glass, and then looked back up at the band. The glass felt cold, and the scent of the beer in the drink smelled sweet. It reminded him of an apple. Melody took a sip to taste the beer, and the taste reminded him of a cold fruit punch with a hint of apple cider. It was a little bizarre to have beer taste like that, but it wasn't a bad taste. He could make out the alcohol in it too, although based on the taste, it wasn't strong alcohol. He began to drink more, and eagerly at that. "Good stuff." He said between gulps. He failed to look at the rest of the crowd, most of whom were trying the beer, and did not seem to like it at all. Many of them just tossed it on the ground when the workers weren't looking.

The man smiled at Melody. "Glad you like it. Say, why don't you come backstage and meet the band when they're done playing?" The man held the tray with a strap around his neck and back. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a backstage pass which he handed to Melody.

Melody grabbed onto the backstage pass with his free hand. He noticed it had a barcode on the back, and in the front was the band's name, 'The Heavies', as well as a picture of them. "Oh absolutely, I'll head back there after." Melody replied with a grin. He couldn't believe his luck. Part of him thought it was a hoax of some sort, after all, he didn't think he did anything special to go back to meet the band, but the band had great music, along with great drinks. Melody raised his glass happily, and then emptied it.

"Looking forward to getting to know you better." The man replied with a smile of his own, and with a bow, he headed off to distribute more drinks amongst the crowd.

Melody watched the man head off, before he just shrugged and listened to the music while watching the band members. He watched the band, still in total disbelief about their outfits. He could only imagine what they looked like underneath and how they got the heads to work. His eyes followed the movements of the horse's mouth, and he saw teeth, he saw a tongue, it looked so realistic. Maybe I can figure out why, and HOW, they dress like that. Melody thought to himself, although thinking in a concert was difficult.

The concert went on for about two hours of singing, dancing, and loud music. Not once did the crowd stop cheering. As the music came to a close, the four members on stage raised their hands, and the horse spoke out. "You've been a damn fine audience! Don't forget to check our site for our merch and music, goodnight!" With that, the band members left the stage. The horse, tiger, and dog took their instruments, but the rhino left her drums on stage.

Melody knew that the concert was ending, but with his backstage pass, the night wasn't over for him yet. As the crowd walked away towards the exit, Melody walked towards the side of the stage with his backstage pass in hand. The concert grounds were littered with trash of all sorts, Melody just avoided each piece. He noticed there were a rather large amounts of the beer glasses that the men handed out earlier. "Wonder why they'd use such fancy containers for simple booze." He muttered. It was unlike rock bands to use glass containers, most would just use disposable cups.

The gate to the backstage was guarded by a muscular white man who stood almost seven feet tall. Like the men that handed out the beer earlier, he wore a similar outfit. This man also had a gut that stuck out in front of him, but it didn't make him look any less muscular. He also had roundish fuzzy brown ears near the top of his head that flickered with life. The man was quick to see Melody, and crossed his muscular, hairy arms.

Melody walked up to the man, and looked up at him with wide eyes. He felt miniscule compared to the giant. He also noticed the man's odd ears, and he wondered if they were real. With a gulp, he raised his backstage pass to the man. "Hey, one of your uh...beer vendors gave me this."

The man looked down at Melody with a casual look on his face. He didn't even bother glancing at the backstage pass that Melody showed him. He stepped aside and opened the gate for Melody. "They're in the large building." He said with a deep gruff voice.

With a nod, Melody walked past the gate, and to the backstage. He was curious why the man didn't even glance at his backstage pass, but he didn't question it out loud.

He had seen the backstage area from the outside. The exterior was unimpressive to say the least, but he had never been in the building that was backstage. "Time to figure out what they look like without all that makeup." He said with a firm nod. He walked on the dirt ground, over to the double doors of the large building backstage, and stepped inside.

The interior of the building had white tiled floors, white walls, and a front desk that was unmonitored. There was a stairway going up one flight, and down another near the desk, but there were also the sounds of the band members laughing beyond a double doorway to the left of the desk. More security guards stood watch. The guards in the building however, each had a part of their body that looked partially anthropomorphic, but not nearly as much as the band members. One male one had tiger ears with an orange and black striped tiger tail while a female one had extremely large feet, kangaroo ears, and a long tail.

Melody couldn't believe that it wasn't just the band members that had animal parts, it was their roadies too, at least some of them. With his backstage pass held out, he walked to the set of double doors. He glanced briefly at the security guards, wondering if they would stop him, but they said and did nothing. With a deep breath, Melody went through the double doors to see the band members.

All four band members were still in their band outfits. The horse had taken off his jacket, the dog still kept his, while the rhino had a tight blue dress on, apparently quick to change out of it. The tiger kept his jacket on too, and he sat in the back with his legs and arms spread. Upon the doors swinging upon, each of them glanced over at the entrance to see Melody. Each of them sat in their own couch.

Melody looked between the four band members with wide eyes. He couldn't believe they still had their clothes and masks on. He could only have imagined that they were extremely hot underneath their outfits. "So uh...hey." he said with a small wave, and his other hand behind his head nervously.

"Just one this time huh?" The dog said with a small sigh. "Well, one's better than none I suppose."

"Excuse me?" Melody was suddenly confused. One? One what? One person with a backstage pass? He thought to himself.

"Don't mind him." The horse spoke up. "We distribute beer to as many people as we can during the concert, and anyone that likes the beer gets a backstage pass." He tilted his head towards a silver keg. "Speaking of, did you want to have some more?"

Melody knew there was quite a few people in the concert, the sheer fact he was the only one that liked the beer was amazing. It wasn't a bad beer at all. "Well, I don't want to get TOO drunk..."

"Oh you'll be fine." The rhino woman said in a surprisingly sweet voice for her body. "If it makes you any more comfortable, we can all drink with you." The rhino grabbed the hose attached to the keg, put it over her mouth, and with a quick squirt, she poured it into her mouth. "Mph. It tastes better when it's fresh."

The tiger sat silently with a smirk. His whiskers shifted with his mouth and revealed very realistic fangs.

Melody was even more confused. "Do you know the company that makes the beer or something?" He wondered why the drink seemed like such a large deal to the band. He turned to see the tiger briefly, and he stared at the sharp teeth underneath the tiger's lips. He swore he could make out a glistening shine from the fangs, a shine that teeth normally gave off. No mask I know does THAT. He thought.

"Something like that." The horse replied with a chuckle. "Come on, have a drink. If you get too drunk, we'll give you a ride home." The horse helped himself to a glass, and offered one glass to Melody.

"Well, okay..." Melody hesitantly took the glass of beer. It felt slightly chilled. "But if you don't mind me asking, why are you still wearing those suits? Aren't you hot in them?" after he asked, he took a swig of the drink. He had to admit, the beer was good.

"I mean, if you want to see us naked, all you had to do was ask." The horse chuckled at Melody. He pulled off his top to reveal his chest underneath. His black hide covered his chest. He looked toned with muscle too, not too strong, but definitely not weak. "It's going to cost extra for the pants."

Melody almost choked on his beer. He was quick to set the drink down on a small round table when he saw the horse take off his shirt, and he saw the torso underneath. The horse's torso looked almost exactly like a human's own, just a strong human that lacked nipples. After a short coughing fit he spoke up. "I-I meant like the face masks, the heads. You're not a REAL horse after all!"

The four band members looked between each other with wide eyes, and then suddenly burst into laughter. "You don't know yet, do you? I might not be a FERAL horse." The equine stood up and flexed. "But I'm as real as I can be. Go on, touch me and see for yourself."

Melody was hesitant to do what the horse asked. He figured there was no real harm behind it though. He stood up, and walked up to the horse. He reached out, and touched his hand on the horse's shoulder. The horse's skin felt just like equine hide. It was a little sweaty, likely thanks to the concert the horse was just in, but other than that, it felt like horse hide, while it also had the shape of a human shoulder. "It's...real?" Melody asked, giving it a curious pinch.

The horse winced slightly at the pinch. While his hide felt just like horse hide, he could be pinched like any normal person could be. "You know it." The horse said with a chuckle. His hand reached up, and gently grabbed onto Melody's own. "We're the real deal. We're real anthros, just like the folks you saw right outside the room. They're less...what's the word...able to change?"

"What do you mean 'able to change'?" Melody still couldn't believe the feeling of the horse. Part of him wanted to feel his muzzle, but he thought such a thing would have been awkward to ask, much less do.

The canine grunted before he spoke. "The beer that we hand out is more than just...well shall we say specially made. It also allows others to be changed into anthros. Thing is, not everyone is affected by it. It's usually those that like it that are affected and change, and usually with some special additions."

Before Melody could even ask what that meant, his stomach rumbled with a strange sensation he couldn't place. He let go of the horse's hand, and stepped back. He suddenly let out a deep "Urrrrpp" and covered his mouth. His face was beet red from embarrassment. He just let loose gas right in front of four band members who played such good music, even if they spoke so oddly. His body felt warm too.

All four band members couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, that's the first sign." The rhino said with a huge smile on her face. "What do you think he'll become?"

"Maybe -snrt- if he gets anthro enough he can become a roadie." The horse said between his laughs.

Melody's face continued to feel beet red, but he felt something else with his face too. He could feel his nose stick outwards, bigger than before, and wider. He wasn't sure what was going on, it felt as if his nose had become swollen, but he knew he didn't hit it against anything. "I...I think I'll go now."

"Oh come on, it's all in good fun." The horse grabbed onto Melody's hands again, and pulled them away from his face. "Tell you what, why don't you take a quick look in the mirror?"

Melody looked over at a dresser that had a mirror, and his eyes quickly widened. His nose had grown out a good six inches longer, and had grown much wider. What's more, his face was pulled out with it, making it look as if he had a short muzzle. "W-what?"

"It's too long to be a cat, and too flat to be a predator." The dog commented. "You know Grant, it almost looks like a horse snout, just like yours."

The horse, the one the dog just called Grant, nodded. "Oh I wouldn't mind a horse on the road with us." Grant suddenly grabbed Melody's crotch. "Buuuut I'd much rather prefer a female one."

"Better get influencing his changes then." The dog stuck out his flat canine tongue teasingly.

"A-a girl one?" Melody struggled to move, but it felt difficult to do so. He could feel his body continue to grow hot, and strange. As he looked to the mirror, he saw gray hide start to cover him from head to ankle. His feet were turning pitch black, as were his nails. "I don't need to be an anthro! Let alone a girl one!"

"Oh come on, being a girl isn't so bad." Grant moved behind Melody. He gently nuzzled his neck with his muzzle. "Imagine it. Their tits, their...well, vagina. A punk rock girl would get so much more attention as a roadie than a guy one ever would."

Melody wasn't sure what Grant was trying to pull, but he couldn't resist but think of the very thing that Grant thought of, a punk rock horse. His otherwise normal colored hair took on blue roots, roots that spread up his hair in a sweeping motion. As the blue color finished at the very tips of his hair, his hair lengthened just enough to reach the back of his neck, and a bit of the front of his head. He looked like a girl with short hair, or a man with very long hair. He saw a tuft of hair wave down in front of his eyes, and he brushed it away with an annoyed look on his face. By now, the gray hide covered him nearly completely. The only thing it didn't cover were his feet, which were now pitch black. Melody was losing all feeling in his feet too, but they were feeling heavier.

"Heh, that's a nice shade of blue." Grant held onto Melody's stomach gently with one hand, and stroked his hair with another. "Smooth and fine too. It's not quite ladylike, but not normally something a guy would have, how about a tail to match?"

Melody's tail grew in but swiftly. With a soft grunt, his spine extended outwards underneath his kilt, pulling skin with it. His spine barely extended, but the hair that grew on the back part of his body did. Light blue hair, hair that matched the color hair on his head, grew outwards down to his knees. The tail matched that of a horse's own, and it wasted no time shifting side to side wildly to align with Melody's current feelings.

"Oh, I see that!" The rhino said with a laugh, and a point. She acted as if the tail was something she wasn't meant to see. "That there is a horse tail. It looks so much smoother than yours Grant!"

Grant reached underneath Melody's kilt to feel that tail, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "It's a very feminine tail. You're either becoming a girl, or a very girlish male. Either way, I approve."

Melody jumped back, taking his tail with him. Grant's hands didn't hold him back. "S-stop it!" he said with a look of anger. "I'm not becoming...becoming..." he paused as his stomach rumbled again. He opened up his mouth, and a deep bass belch left his maw. The belch lasted for a good thirty seconds, and as it continued, its pitch increased as his Adam's apple sunk into his neck, heightening his voice and making it sound feminine. By the time his belch was done, he was beet red in the face, and afraid to talk as he knew how high his voice had become. It was still low for a woman, but high for a man.

"I'd say girl at this point." The dog grinned at Melody. "The question is, how much? You going to try to influence THAT too Grant?"

"So what if I am?" Grant shot a glare at the dog, and then he looked back to Melody with a smile. "You're already covered in horse hide, why don't you take off those shoes. I bet they're getting extremely uncomfortable for you now." Grant looked down to the floor. He didn't even have shoes to begin with, just two pitch black hooves that blended in with his horse hide.

Melody didn't want to admit to Grant just how right he was. His feet felt downright uncomfortable in his shoes. It didn't feel painful, but he just felt a pressure of sorts that he couldn't describe. Hesitantly, he undid one shoe and revealed, not human looking feet, but feet that were rounded at the front, hidden only by socks that were straining to stay on him. Holes in the front and back could already be seen, as well as the black hooves Melody had underneath his socks instead of feet. Melody couldn't believe his feet. He knew it had felt numb below his ankles, but he didn't think he had changed so much down there.

"Make him get naked!" The dog's tail wagged with amusement. "Let's see how much he's changing in wondrous detail! His chest, his crotch, we need to see it all!"

"Now, now, let's not do anything to scare her off." Grant lightly hugged Melody from the front. His horse hide brushed up against Melody's gently. "Besides, I'm sure she can tell us in great detail what's happening between her legs, can't she?" Grant looked at Melody eye to eye as he responded to the dog.

Melody's jaw dropped upon hearing Grant's suggestion. He couldn't be serious. Sure, he felt a tingling sensation between his legs, a sensation that made him aroused, but he wasn't going to say it out loud, even if it was visible underneath his kilt. "I...I don't think..." he stammered.

"A keg shouldn't be thinking in the first place." Grant's arms gently held onto Melody's flat chest. "Come on, get rid of that...manhood in you, and let the woman out. She's dying to meet us after all, isn't she?"

"I don't...I don't know what you're talking about." Melody replied with a grunt. He crossed his legs to try to hide his erection, but it was of little use. He could feel his entire body tingle with a sensation that felt as if he was ready to surrender something if he orgasmed. It was already humiliating enough that he felt such a way in front of the band members, but to be teased for it, and knowing very well he was already transforming just made it so much worse.

"It's not the FIRST time a man has become a woman through the beer." The rhino woman commented with a huff. "You get used to it though. Hell, if you can't sing, webcam videos are always an option."

Melody looked at the rhino confused. "You mean you used to be a...ah...ah..." distractions unfortunately didn't help him. He could feel the pressure build in his balls at his impending orgasm, and something that wanted to come out with it.

"Some girls used to be guys..." The horse suddenly pulled down Melody's kilt and underwear to his knees. "And some guys used to be girls. Now, do us all a favor, and join the girls."

Melody couldn't contain himself any longer. He felt more exposed than ever as his kilt was just pulled off of him as easily as a blanket, revealing his average sized member that suddenly came moments after it was exposed. He felt himself pump wave after wave of cum from his shaft, but it felt as if more than just his seed was leaving him. Each pulse, he felt something different about his body. His face turned feminine, tits appeared on his chest and began to surge with every pulse of his seed, his ass grew slightly, his legs and arms lost what muscle tone they had. The most noticeable change was between his legs. As his cock came more seed than it ever had in his life, it shrank, along with his balls. After a good minute's worth of orgasm, his shaft was nothing more than a tiny nub, and his testicles nonexistent. Melody's legs shook the entire time, but his arms were too rigid to do anything to cover himself up as much as he wanted.

By the time Melody could move his body, even slightly, he was quick to pull up his kilt and underwear, but it was too late. His shaft had shrunk enough to become the clit, while a small feminine pink slit appeared between his legs. Combined with the feminine tone and appearance the rest of his body had, and he was no longer a man, but a woman. His, no, her chest rested at a D cup.

Grant couldn't help but smile, and the rest of the band joined in. "Well, definitely not the most attractive looking horse in here, that'd still be me, but damn if you aren't a close second." Grant's equine hands were quick to explore Melody's body. "Even your hide feels so much smoother."

Melody panted heavily. She could feel sweat trickle down her back. She could feel energy slowly return to her body, and she pulled herself away from Grant with what strength she had. "F-fucking..." she normally wasn't one to get angry, but she couldn't believe what had just happened to her. Not only was she turned into a horse, but a female one, and humiliatingly so! "How do you undo this?!"

The four band members casually exchanged glances. "You don't like it?" the dog one spoke up. "I know there are people that would kill to have this kind of transformation happen to them."

"N-no!" Melody was quick to answer. "You pulled down my kilt and made me cum in front of all of you and turned me into a girl, there's no way I could like such a thing! What do I have to do to change again?!"

"I mean, we didn't want your kilt getting wet." Grant casually replied. "But hey, I'll get you some special beer that will change you if it makes you feel any better. Hang on a sec." Grant walked out of the room, careful to avoid the...mess that had been created. He returned five minutes later with a tray full of beer, beer that was a slightly whiter tint than the one Melody had earlier. "This should change you up, and I got enough to cause the reaction to happen quicker too." He set it down on a table placed in the center of the room. "Help yourself."

Melody was quick to take one beer glass by the handle. She opened up her maw, and poured down the alcohol, not caring about the bizarre banana taste it had. The beer was only slightly cold at best, but she didn't care. She wanted to change, and hopefully change back and get out of here. She had to admit the band had good music, but changing people into anthros was just too much. During that time, she pulled up her kilt and underwear firmly, still beet red in the face.

"Well, here's a girl that likes to party." The dog said as he watched Melody down the beer so quickly. "What kind of beer did you get, Grant?"

Grant shrugged. "I think it was Lance? I should really start labeling them."

Lance beer? Weird name. Melody thought to herself as she drank beer after beer. She could taste the alcohol at the very bottom, but she cared not for how inebriated she might become, just so long as she was turned back to normal, she could deal with a hangover. Unfortunately for her, as she drank, weight started to slowly pile up. Her belly began to grow, as did her ass, and her chest. She was growing a bit taller as well, but she was growing more outwards than upwards. Melody's eyes widened as she saw her tits grow so big that she couldn't see her newly created hooves, although she could see that gut of hers, if only because it was growing faster than her chest. "H-hey, what's going on?!"

"Oh, didn't I explain?" Grant asked innocently. "This kind of beer will change you, just not back to human is all. See, that beer is a very special kind of beer and...You know, it's easier just to show it." Grant tried to wrap his arms around Melody, but she was growing so fat by now that he couldn't even get his arms halfway around her. "Hah. Anybody got a step stool?"

Melody raised a brow down at Grant. Part of her was ready to threaten to crush him if he didn't explain. She measured at least nine feet tall by now, but she had no idea how much she weighed. Her tits pushed out more than her stomach did. Her thighs were also extremely thick, and her ass was so big that her kilt left little to the imagination, her own ass cheeks kept anything back there concealed. "I wanted a beer that made me NORMAL. This is...this is like, NOT normal!"

"What is normal anyways?" the tiger asked casually as he raised a fur covered hand to the air. "Maybe humans aren't the normal ones, maybe you're becoming the most normal thing this world has ever seen." He spoke slowly.

Melody glared down at the dog. She felt her body rumble as she continued to grow. Her kilt did nothing to hide her rear or her thighs. Her jacket and top surprisingly stayed on her though without ripping, and while her massive J cup chest was covered, her rear not so much; while her gut was growing so big that it covered her crotch where her kilt failed to do the job.

Grant walked up to Melody's front. He reached out his hands and felt her growing gut. "You're growing with more than fat dear, assuming the beer did its job. I would probably take that top off though before it gets ruined."

Melody wondered if her top was growing with her, or if it was on the verge of ripping. She didn't get a chance to learn that answer before she suddenly felt a small wet sensation on her chest. "Wait...what's going on?" she could just barely touch her nipples with her hands. She shivered at the pleasurable sensations, but she couldn't deny that her nipples were wet with something slightly cold. "I'm...lactating?"

"It's part of the beer's side effects. Well, it's a side effect if you used to be human, doesn't work if you were born anthro." Grant chuckled. He couldn't even reach Melody's breast to squeeze them, but he could stroke her exposed belly slowly. His fingertips gently stroked between the folds of her fat. "But why don't you take your top off to get a closer look at WHAT you're lactating?"

Melody was confused as to what Grant meant. She had never lactated anything before, she wasn't sure what temperature was considered 'normal' to lactate, but it felt colder than her body. Hesitantly, but knowing how much of her body was already revealed to them thanks to her massive fat rolls, she took off her top to reveal her nipples, now a darker gray color than the rest of her body. The tips of her hardened nipples appeared to leak a light brown liquid that was partially see through. It had a sweet smell to it too. With a raised brow, Melody just barely managed to get a tip of the liquid onto her fingertip, and then pulled it to her nose to smell it. It smelled just like the beer she had just drank before, and it looked very much like it too. "Wait...what-what is this?"

"It's beer of course." Grant replied. He took out an empty glass, and tapped Melody's stomach with it. "Care to fill us up before we make you start filling up barrels full?"

Melody thought it bizarre, and a little frightening. She could smell the bit of alcohol on the same beer she was lactating too. Being turned into an anthro was one thing, being turned into a huge slob was another, yet also freakier, thing. She wasn't sure how much she could even move her legs underneath her fat. Now she was lactating a liquid that nobody should have been capable of doing so in the first place! "I don't...I don't think I want to." She grunted as she raised one leg with extreme effort, and slammed it down towards the exit.

"Well with your body the way it is now, you kind of HAVE to. You either get...well I want to say 'milked' but you're leaking beer, not milk, or your tits get much bigger and far more painful." Grant put his hand onto her fat, blubbery belly. "We have another two nights of playing here, and we need our beer keg to put out for the rest of the crowd!"

Melody grimaced down at Grant. "I...don't...want to!" she said again, louder and firmer. She raised a hoof again to move forward, but despite her massive size, she couldn't muster enough muscle to push back Grant's hand. She was full of fat and booze, a barely mobile blob. At least she wasn't gaining any more weight, but she could feel her breast jiggle and bounce with a slosh inside of them.

"Tell you what." Grant moved away from her front. "If you can make it out those doors, we'll never bother you again. You'll be free to live your life as a huge fat slob who will be lucky to get out of bed, let alone not break the bed.

Melody looked over to the same doors she had just came from less than an hour ago. The doors looked so much farther away now than before, and they looked so much smaller too. She raised one hoof, and slammed it down on the ground hard, not intentionally, it was just how huge she was now. She had no idea how her clothes managed to stay on her. While her top was pulled up to reveal her beer dripping nipples, her jacked and kilt didn't even tear, though her jacked hugged her flabby arms tightly. Step after step, she walked to the door, and then stood in front of it as she looked down at it, and then the sides of her body. Her hips were wider than the doorway. She knew right off the bat there was no way she was going to get out of there just by casually strolling out. She also felt the sweat pouring down her back from how much work it was taking, just to walk as far as she did! She turned to her side, and then looked at the door again. She thought she could fit through the doors better this way, but her increased height would mean she would have to bend over and crawl out on her side, something she already knew was going to be difficult. She looked back at the four band members, whom were all watching with grins on their faces.

"I can get out of here ju...just fine!" Melody crossed her arms over her breast as she tried to look confident, but unable to hide her belch right after. "Ugh...shut up!" she yelled at the band. She turned to face the door, and then laid down on her stomach. She felt her fat shift to the side as she rested her gut on the floor. She knew if she couldn't walk out the normal way, then she could at least try to crawl out. As she laid on the ground, she unknowingly exposed much of her rear to the four band members. Her underwear stayed on her at least, but it was so small on her massive body that she may as well have not had them on at all.

Melody began to crawl forward to the double doors. She exhaled to get the air out of her lungs as she opened the two doors. She could feel her nipples gently brush up against the cold, hard floor, leaving a trial of beer for her fat to brush onto as she moved forward.

Melody pushed through the double doors easily. She crawled forward, and then she froze as she felt her thighs press up against the walls near the door. Melody grunted as she tried to move forward, but her fat wouldn't move. She was stuck halfway between the rooms. She tried to crawl backward, but the rolls of her fat made moving backwards harder than moving forward. "H-hey, a little help here?!"

A door in the lobby opened up to reveal the dog and rhino anthros. The two casually walked in front of Melody with smiles on their faces, and two large steel kegs in their hands.

Melody stared at the two as they walked in. She may have been changed into a female slob anthro horse, but she was still herself mentally, she knew what the two were going to do. She put her hands down onto the cold ground, and tried to pull herself up. She moved back and forth to try to free herself, but to no avail. "F-fuck! I don't need THAT kind of help!"

"I'm sure your tits must be getting sore by now." The dog set the keg down near Melody. He grabbed one of her tits with both hands, and squeezed it just inches from the nipple. As he squeezed, the semi-cold beer shot out of her nipple and into the keg. The rhino began to do the same to Melody's other nipple.

Melody wanted to swat the pair away, but as she felt her nipples milked, she felt her body freeze with pleasurable sensations. "S-sto...sto..." she couldn't even tell the two to halt. She fell back to the floor as she couldn't hold herself up any longer, but the dog and rhino had her tits pulled out in front of her to keep milking her. While Melody couldn't focus her mind enough to do anything but get milked, she wondered where Grant was.

Melody gasped as she suddenly felt something grasp her rear. She couldn't tell who it was with the door in the way, but she had a strong feeling who it was. She kicked and wiggled her hooves. She opened and closed her thighs, but she felt fingertips brush along her ass, regardless of what she did. "Mph...mph." It felt so good to be touched between her thighs and to be milked. She couldn't control her body with the amount of pleasure she was getting. She couldn't help but open her mouth, and let out a quiet moan.

"That's a good girl." The dog said with a chuckle as he milked away at one of her nipples while the rhino squeezed the other. "We got a good ten kegs to fill before tomorrow's show, so we got to do this all night long!"

Melody felt another pair of hands hold onto her rear, sharper hands with claws. She could feel her kilt staying on her, but her underwear was getting pulled down again by the sharper hands. The dull hands let go briefly, but she then felt a mostly hairless body press up against her thighs. She knew for certain that it was Grant, and she knew exactly what he was going to do, and there was nothing she could do to stop him, or the two milking her tits. She not only became their beer keg, she became their keg, with benefits.