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The next morning Jacob woke up with a snort, his head pulling off of the pillow and looking around in confusion. For a few seconds he had to process where he was before his brain recognized that he was in his own room sleeping in his own bed. While that would be a completely natural place to wake up in the problem was he wasn't quite sure how he had gotten there. He remembered going to the hookah bar with Atlas, then after that everything got… fuzzy, perhaps he had a little too good of time there as he slowly got up.

He hoped that he didn't do anything embarrassing, though as Jacob went to his nightstand to check his phone he found it wasn't there. That was odd… he always put his phone onto the charger so that it would be ready for the next day, even if he was under the influence. The only thing he could think of was that he just left it in his coat pocket as he slid off of the sheets. When his feet hit the floor he also realized another oddity in that he had gone to bed naked, something he had normally not done either.

It actually didn't feel too bad though and since he lived alone with the blinds down Jacob found himself opting to just wander around like that instead of finding a pair of shorts to put on. It was a little unusual for him to do it but it was his place, he could do whatever he wanted in it. The sensation was actually a little liberating and he found himself grinning as he went to the kitchen to get himself something to eat. As he poured himself a glass of water to staunch whatever hangover he should be experiencing he found that unlike most times he didn't have one, which made him wonder what he did last night that would leave him feeling better than ever but with a gap in his memory.

Once he had finished up with the sizable meal he had just created for himself Jacob found himself wondering about what to do for the day. His first thought was to catch up with Atlas, a grin spreading on his face as he thought about the other man. With his phone in the wind he wasn't sure how to get a hold of him though and he wasn't sure if just showing up at his front door would be too forward. As he thought about it though the idea of just coming up to his place for a visit felt natural, something that Atlas would appreciate even if it meant getting dressed.

Plus he could always say that he couldn't find his phone if it wasn't proper, Jacob rationalized as he went into his bathroom to get cleaned up. Just as he was about to hop into the shower though he stopped and looked in his mirror, seeing a shadow that had caught his attention. At first he thought it was a trick of the light but as he centered himself in front of it and looked more closely he felt like there was an aura around him. He could see his own face reflected at him with a look of confusion, but as continued to stare at the strange figure of darkness around his head and body his eyes widened when he saw a muzzle form out of it that whispered something into his ear…

…wait, what was he looking at? As Jacob blinked a few times he found that same look of confusion staring back at him, but this time it was because he wasn't sure why he was standing there. When he looked down at his sink he gathered that it was probably to brush his teeth before taking a shower, which while not his usual routine was just something he decided to do. As he looked down to grab his toothbrush and apply the toothpaste to it he failed to see the tendril of shadow emerge from his shoulder, seen only in the reflection of the mirror as it slithered its way into his ear…

About half an hour later Jacob found himself standing at the door to the apartment of Atlas, pressing the button to try and get ringed in. With it being rather early in the morning he wasn't sure if the other man would even be awake, but despite normally not wanting to be such a nuisance to others he found himself committed to seeing if he could get their attention. To his surprise and delight it didn't take long before he heard the door unlock so that he could get inside. Jacob swung the door open and made his way up to the floor where Atlas was to find that he was standing in the door frame waiting for him.

Jacob's grin feel slightly when he noticed the stern look that the elfish man had on his face. Before he could say anything Atlas just motioned with his head for him to come inside, then as he entered into the apartment he found the door being closed behind him. “What the hell is going on?" Atlas asked as Jacob spun around to face him. “I leave you alone for ten minutes and you run off with someone else?"

“I… what?" Jacob asked in confusion, which caused Atlas to immediately go from angry to shocked. “I'm sorry, I think I might have done something that I'm not aware of, whatever they put in that hookah was really strong I think."

To Jacob's surprise the initial anger that Atlas had quickly turned to something else, the man running his hands through his long hair as he sighed. “Perhaps it didn't go down like I had thought," Atlas muttered to himself as he crossed his hands over his chest. “You don't remember anything after you sat down in the hookah bar booth? Also, where's your phone, I tried calling you like a dozen times."

When Jacob realized that he hadn't checked for it before leaving his place he patted down his pockets of both his jacket and his pants. As he continued to look for it he just saw the artist roll his eyes, but it didn't feel like whatever animosity he felt was directed at him as he sat on a stool in the kitchen. “I think that I owe you an apology Jacob," Atlas stated.

“You do?" Jacob asked. “Why?"

“I got you mixed up in my affairs, and it seems that I'm not the only one that's taken an interest in you," Atlas explained as he motioned for him to follow. “There's a lot that you don't know about me, and one thing is that I used to have a boyfriend that ran in somewhat similar circles as me, and in fact we were actually both friends of the ones you met in the gallery opening. While Zariel was fun to be around I found out early on that him and his type can be very… possessive at times, and I thought perhaps he had tried to steal you away because we were no longer together."

A jealous ex-boyfriend, Jacob thought to himself, while he could certainly understand others being attracted to Atlas he hadn't thought that there would be someone like that in his life. Of course he realized that he had only known him for a few days, though as he realized they were walking towards his studio that he had also grown deeply attracted to the man. Even though Atlas was continuing to relate that Zariel was quite passionate but a real dog he suddenly found an uncharacteristic growl coming out of his throat. It was something that caused Jacob to pause, but only for a second as his eyes remained on the beautiful creature that was in front of him.

By the time they had gotten to the door Jacob found his hands pressed against the sides of Atlas, pressing up behind him as he huffed loudly. “I… really want you," Jacob said, his voice wavering slightly but his movements sure as he rubbed against the toned stomach of the other man. “Let me take you."

“Ah, feeling a little more dominant, are we?" Atlas said, a smirk on his lips as he turned back to look at Jacob. “Just a few more feet, perhaps we can even have some more fun with those prosthetics you seemed to enjoy. I hope you don't mind taking the lead this time…"

That was just fine for Jacob, finding his lusts rising just being in the presence of this other man. While it was bolder than he had ever been before he continued to squeeze and grope against the chest of the smaller guy and eventually pulled up his shirt. This felt really, really good Jacob thought to himself, and though it was like he was being guided by something else he couldn't complain at the results. He found another growl escaping past his lips as Atlas continued to walk into the studio, shifting his body around to face the wall with Jacob right up behind him.

Somewhere in the movement between door and studio Jacob had lost his own shirt and felt his pants slide down to the floor, but he didn't care. He had already been naked here once, his mind reasoned as he kissed down the neck of the one in front of him, it wouldn't hurt to do so again. He imagined having the artist underneath him this time, rendering a different type of pose with the two of them. A shame he wouldn't be able to paint it, the increasingly lustful mind of the human thought as he began to undo the pants of the one in front of him before pulling them down as well.

Just as he got Atlas naked he spun around out of his grasp and turned to face him, once more seeing a look of frustration on his face. “I fucking knew it!" Atlas shouted, Jacob suddenly snapped out of his lustful trance to see that those purple eyes were not looking at him but something over his shoulder. “Damnit Zariel, you couldn't have asked first?"

Jacob found himself incredibly confused by the statement, wondering if somehow the ex-boyfriend had gotten into the apartment without him knowing. When he turned around to potentially face the other man he was shocked to find that there was no one there. The only thing he saw was the platform that he had posed on and the mirrors that surrounded it… though as he looked closer at his reflection he once more saw something behind him. This wasn't just an aura of darkness like last time though, as his eyes widened in shock he saw that behind him was standing a very muscular werewolf-shaped shadow.

As Atlas walked past him towards the mirrors Jacob suddenly found his arms moving forward, reaching out to him as the werewolf in the mirror had grabbed onto the wrists of his reflection. “Atlas… you can't blame a wolf for having a little fun," Jacob said, though while it was his voice and his lips were moving it was merely mimicking what the werewolf in the reflection seemed to be saying. “We make such a good pairing together!"

“Seems like you already found a partner," Atlas scoffed as he sat down naked on the platform. “Zariel… you do this every time, if I wanted to be with you then I would have stayed with you."

“First of all, I want to say that I understand that and I won't be trying that little trick again," Zariel replied, still speaking through Jacob as he felt himself moving closer. He felt like a puppet, being moved on unseen strings by a creature he could only see in the reflection of the mirrors around him. “Second of all, I know what you're trying to do with this one and I thought that I would lend my… expertise."

“I'm perfectly capable on my own, thank you," Atlas replied. As he laid back on the pedestal Jacob noticed something was happening to his body, his skin becoming shiny to the point of being reflective. He also started to look more feline, reminding the possessed human of how he looked with the prosthetics as Jacob moved forward until their bodies were nearly on top of one another.

“Yes, I can clearly feel that this guy was going to become the dominant boyfriend you wanted," Zariel mused, Jacob still trying to say something despite the wolf behind him using his voice. “You know that your idea was never going to work, right? The soft touch approach doesn't work when its buried deep like that."

“Well now we'll never know, will we?" Atlas shot back.

“C'mon Atlas, just let me help," Zariel growled, leaning in to the point where Jacob's body was pressing against the increasingly mirror-like form beneath him. “If you hadn't revealed me then he wouldn't have even known I was there, and you could have whatever feline creation you were intending. You know that I scratched that itch for you, if you let me train this one I promise that I'll just work on the dominance aspect while you can shape everything else."

Though Jacob was shocked at hearing himself being talked about like some sort of art project or toy he found the grip that the smoky werewolf had on his body was too strong for him to resist. He could still feel those sensations that he thought were his own, the need to be assertive and dominant to the one beneath him. What really struck him was the fact that during their conversation Atlas had completely morphed into something different, the anthro mirror tiger looking up into the eyes of the one above him. When Jacob saw his own reflection in the face of the bizarre creature he didn't see his human head, instead it was the smirking shadow wolf.

Atlas bit his lip before he chuckled and put his hand against his face. “I can't believe I'm going to say this," Atlas stated as he shook his head. “Alright my smoky wolf, I'll give you a shot to work your magic on him, as long as you promise not to imprint your entire personality onto him like you did with the others. Again, I want a nice dominant feline, not a narcissistic werewolf with a werecreature complex like our last attempt at a group project."

“Now when have I ever done that?" Zariel scoffed.

“Remember Daniel?" Atlas replied.

“Now I can't help that he wanted to be a werewolf like me," Zariel rebuked.

“How about Steven?"

“That was just a miscommunication, I thought you would like two of me."

“I can hardly stand one of you."

“That's hurtful…"

“And then of course there was Mark."

“…okay, that one I may have gone too far on, but I promise I'll be good and leave this one mostly intact."

Though Jacob could the look of mistrust on the face of Atlas, which was hard to do considering how reflective his body was, he finally gave a small nod. The human let out a gasp that was his own as the shadow hands that had been holding onto his began to sank into them, watching the reflection while actually feeling them pushing inside his own digits. As they did he saw that both in the mirror and the real world they started to grow fur while his nails darkened and lengthened into proper claws. Once more he was reminded of the prosthetics that Atlas had put on him but this time they were very much real, though he couldn't even move his fingers as the arms of wolf were next to sink into him.

His limbs began to shake as he could feel them swelling with new muscle, though as he heard a reminder from Atlas the swelling subsided from their bulky form while his skin turned black and shiny. This was just like the photo shoot… but considering he was being taken over by a smoke wolf he could only see in the mirror he found the coincidence to be the last of his concern. If he had control over his eyes they would have snapped open as he felt something thrust up inside of him, feeling the thick cock of the creature he hadn't even seen or felt that moment slipping into his rear. He found himself panting slightly and though the pleasure was making it hard for him to concentrate on anything other than the throbbing shaft being pumped in and out of him he did see that the lupine paws of the creature were merging with his own feet.

Another groan escaped from the lips and as he felt the flesh of his feet warping and changing Jacob found them turning into paws, except just like with his hands they were more feline in nature. Had Atlas done this to him? Did modeling for him with those prosthetics and having sex all part of the plan to mold him into some sort of feline creature?

All those questions were quickly obliterated from his head as Jacob saw the smoky wolf's head disappear behind him, only to suddenly feel the muzzle press against the back of his head. Just like the rest of his body there was no resistance as the human immediately felt all his thoughts get pushed to the side while something else took control. He had already lost control over his body, feeling his chest swelling out while his spine extended and stretched out into a tail, but as Zariel's smoke filled his skull he found himself unable to think. It was like the wolf was hijacking his very thoughts, replacing them with an intense pleasure that would render anyone completely incapacitated while his jaws pushed out into a feline muzzle…

The entire time Atlas watched while idly stroking his mirrored shaft as the face of the human contorted and bulged until it grew into the feline one that he had imprinted onto it with is prosthetics. There were a few twitches and jerks of the body as the last of Jacob was taken over entirely. As the ears migrated through the thickening hair and the eyes that had been squeezed shut opened to reveal the bright yellow cat eyes he knew that someone else was in control. Atlas let out a purr as he put his hand up to the other man's face, brushing against the whiskers that caused Zariel to shudder while anchoring himself to this new form.

“I almost think you look better as a cat," Atlas said with a grin, which widened when he realized that the other man was looking at himself. “Damnit Zariel, sometimes I think you were obsessed with me just because you could see yourself in my body."

“Says the mirror tiger with his studio covered in mirrors," Zariel shot back. “Looks like this one is already settling down, once he does I'll make sure he doesn't remember I exist and that he just came over to have his way with you. Gets rid of the pressure on me and it's another step towards that hunky dominant boyfriend you always craved."

As Atlas was pushed back into the cushioned pedestal he just stuck out his tongue. “Just because I didn't want to be your vessel doesn't mean that I don't enjoy this," Atlas explained. “But sometimes I want to be dominated by someone that must work for it. But… I am intrigued by this proposal, let's see if you can be a good boy and stick to the arrangement."

Atlas chuckled as he saw the look of shock on the possessed feline's face at being talked to in that fashion before giving a playful but domineering growl. “First thing's first," Zariel stated as he gave the mirror tiger a smirk before pushing up between his legs. “I'm going to need something to work with in order to give Jacob a reference of what you like, my mirror kitty."

****

The sound of the television could be heard as Jacob suddenly looked around before staring at the movie that was playing on the screen. When he looked at the phone that was next to him he saw that it was already after noon, which shocked him considering he had just woken up. As he paused the movie had clearly nodded off to he went to call Atlas in order to try and figure out what happened at the hookah bar. It hadn't been like him to just wonder off like that, but as he brought up the messages of the other man he found that there were already a few that were unread.

As he pressed them to see what they were he found himself putting his hand to his mouth, realizing that they were pictures taken from a camera that was set up in his studio. At first he thought it was from his previous time that he had modeled for him but as he scrolled through the album that there he found that they were way more involved then he had been the first time. There was also a message from Atlas saying that it was a great wake-up call and that he had a wonderful time this morning. Jacob continued to look through the photos and as he still couldn't remember what had happened that previous night the haze that surrounded the memories of this morning lifted like a haze of fog over a town.

After getting up and realizing that he had over imbibed on the hookah Jacob had went down to Atlas' apartment to apologize in person. The other man had quickly opened the door and was relieved to see that he was alright, explaining to him that at the bar he had seen that the smoke had gotten to him and brought him back to his place. They spent the rest of the night with Jacob recovering and Atlas keeping an eye on him, eventually taking him to bed. Atlas explained that he was going to spend the night to make sure that he got up alright but remembered he had a photo shoot, which was why he woke up alone.

It had been a reasonable enough explanation, and as they continued to talk Atlas invited Jacob inside. They had a bit of conversation on where they would want to go that wasn't hookah related as Atlas directed him to his studio. As they had went into the studio so that the artist could continued to work he noticed that there was a bunch of similar prosthetic to the ones that he had been dressed up in. When he asked about them Atlas had stated that they were the leftovers from his shoot, someone hadn't shown up so he prepared them all without actually needing them so he would have to clean them up and put them away.

As Atlas finished up the last of his shoot Jacob couldn't help but put the glove on while they talked, wiggling his fingers as he once more saw himself with a clawed feline hand. He heard a giggle and saw the other man looking at him, telling him that it was cute that he wanted to be the cat again. As he mentioned that last time wasn't so bad the tone shifted in the studio, the two eyeing each other up as Jacob looked back down at the feline bits. He asked Atlas since his model was a no show he would be more than happy to fill in, which as Atlas nodded and said he could do that Jacob found himself already taking off his shirt.

Just like the night before Atlas put the prosthetics on him before spraying on the body paint, and once he was finished he was able to look in the mirror. Jacob gasped at seeing himself as a panther man once more, pushing a hand up to his facial features to see that the muzzle was a little more pronounced then the last one. The fingers and hands were a bit differently shaped too to make him less of a feline man and more of an anthro panther, turning and saying his rear around to watch the tail that they had blended into his backside moving around. There was also one other thing that he hadn't been given before, grinning sheepishly as he saw the jet black cock sheath molded into his groin.

After that Atlas asked to take a few more pictures, which Jacob obliged him as he laid down in his pose. As the artist asked him to be more animalistic and primal he found himself falling more and more into the roll, baring his teeth and stretching out his clawed hands. As they got through the roll of film with Jacob on one of his more seductive poses Atlas asked if there was anything that he could do for him. With a surge of confidence Jacob told him to get naked, and when he did he saw the other man smile and told him to close his eyes.

Jacob found his dick throbbing as he did so, and he wasn't sure how long passed before he was told to open them again. When he did his eyes lit up as he saw that Jacob had put on several prosthetics of his own, which with an application of shiny body paint and his tattooed stripes he looked like a tiger. Atlas asked what he thought and the horny man responded by reaching up and grabbing him before bringing him down on the cushion. The two laughed as they wrestled around a bit before Jacob got between the legs of the other naked creature, the two locking eyes before he leaned down and kissed him.

Considering they were both naked and pressing against each other Jacob could surmise that was where it would be going, but it was still the boldest thing he had ever done. Normally he would have to ask permission to do anything like that but as those muzzles pressed together and they still managed to get their tongues to lick around one another he felt more confident than ever. Within a matter of minutes he had the legs of the mirror tiger up in the air with his own hips spreading them out, and while he thought they may have talked about something he had been too horny to register it. Instead all he could remember was his cock sinking into that tight hole beneath him, occasionally glancing at the mirrors to see the two anthro creatures having sex instead of the two humans that they actually where…

Jacob wasn't quite sure how long he had been standing there thinking about that but as he thought about how his hips were just thrusting down into the eager man beneath him the phone in his hand rang. He had been so engrossed in his memories that came from the pictures he hadn't even realized he was holding it, which as he looked at the number he sighed at seeing it was from the art gallery. “Hello?" Jacob answered quickly, trying to push down the erection in his pants as he listened to the voice on the other line. “Wait, you want me to do what?"

After a few minutes of listening Jacob sighed and grabbed his jacket and keys before heading out the door. A gallery opening that he had to oversee that night… this wasn't even his job, yet it seemed because his boss was out with the flu he needed to cover. While he had hoped to spend more time with Atlas to make up for it he knew that saying no to something like this would end his already stifled career there, even if they didn't fire him right away. Once he had gotten everything he raced down to the gallery in order to make sure he had as much time as possible to try and do the impossible tasks that would no doubt be asked of him.

It took nearly an hour to get all the way down to the gallery and as he opened the back door in order to get inside he felt his phone buzz. A text… and given he was already at the building it was unlikely that they were trying to get a hold of him again. When he looked at the screen he felt his heart drop slightly when he saw it was Atlas. While he was so happy to see him any hopes that they would be meeting up again tonight would not happen, especially since it was a private affair.

When he looked at the message he saw that the artist was asking if he had time to hang out, maybe go somewhere they could have some fun. He sighed as he got to his locker by the time he read it and quickly typed out a message that he couldn't make it and was at work but would be happy to make it up at some point. As he waited for a message back he heard his name get called over the loudspeaker to come to the main office and though he could see Atlas starting to type they could also see through the cameras that he was on his phone. He quickly put the device in with his jacket and keys, closing the door just before the screen lit up with the name Zariel on it.

Eight hours of grueling work later the event started, Jacob working the floor in order to help with people asking about the art exhibits. Fortunately it was a small opening but it was one that he thought Atlas would love since it featured jungle cats along with South American mythology. While it was mostly landscapes with a bit of a photo gallery and not exactly hunky naked feline men it was still somewhat entertaining, even if it meant he would have to be there all night. The one that created it all was some artist that he had never heard about before and was probably just rich enough to pay his way into an opening like this.

Atlas could probably shoot circles around them, Jacob thought to himself as he tried to keep his head in the game. It made him wonder as he ventured into the painting area if he had ever done anything like this with his own gallery. He had the talent for it and from what he could remember in the studio he also had a number of other medias like this guy did. Unfortunately given the subject matter his spacing would be limited, but his friends had gotten their own venue for the naked living statue display and could only imagine that they would just need to find the same. As he thought about it though he found himself blushing as he was thinking of doing things that normally only partners or boyfriends did, which made him wonder if he could even think that way considering how little they knew each other.

There was at least one thing in common they had though, Jacob thought to himself with a grin, which was their enjoyment of looking like anthro felines. That was something he had never expected to awaken in him but after the mind-melting sex they had that morning he could only think about wanting to do it again. He wanted to be on top of that guy mounting him, making him growl while he thrusted into his hole as their tails wagged in the air… though as Jacob realized he was getting a little carried away he quickly stopped himself. He ducked behind one of the false walls that had been set up in order to adjust himself before heading back out onto the floor.

As he repositioned his maleness in his pants he couldn't help but wonder if he looked a little bigger than before, especially since it felt a little tight around him. While backstage in the middle of his workplace was not where he was going to whip it out at the moment it did seem like he had grown slightly as he adjusted things. It was probably just his pants had shrunk in the wash, he reasoned, and as he was about to go back out he suddenly saw the floor in front of the curtain awash in light. Jacob sighed as he realized he was right behind the stage where they were going to be unveiling his latest piece or something like that, and since he didn't feel like drawing attention to himself he thought it best to just wait for a moment.

The sound of the curator could be heard and Jacob was amazed that he had come down from his office in order to do anything, though if it had to do with accolades usually he could be found right on center stage. Technically it was his parents that owned the place but he had been working there for as long as he could remember, though working was a strong word. Perhaps he needed a change of pace, do something like Atlas did where he wasn't here working a major gallery opening on an intern's pay. At the moment though he just wished he had a phone as he could hear the artist and the owner both droning on about their accomplishments.

Finally it was time for the unveiling and Jacob figured he could sneak out when all eyes were on whatever he was about to reveal. As he got up he could hear a hissing sound and turned to see two smoke machines blowing out onto the stage. His eyes widened at seeing that and knowing that they hadn't set up anything like that, mostly because he remembered in the rules that there was nothing like that to be used inside the art gallery at any times. Must be someone with real deep pocket, though as he coughed slightly while some of the misdirected smoke blew his way he started to feel hot.

Really hot.

Suddenly his clothes felt like they were tightening around his chest and he needed to get them off, the smoke that swirling around his body starting to blacken. Even though he was in a venue with over a hundred people in it the only thing he could think of was getting free as he finally stopped fumbling with the buttons and tore the shirt off of his chest. When he did so he could see even in the darkness behind the stage that something was happening to him, watching his flesh ripple as his thin frame began to swell and his bare chest began to grow black hair down between his pectorals. While he had a little hair what was growing in on his sweaty skin was more like fur, but as he let out a slight groan the sudden pelt growing on his chest and stomach was the least of his concerns.

As more smoke was drawn into his mouth the lips and nose began to turn black, but all that he could feel was that they were starting to become spongy and swollen. Was he having an allergic reaction? It wasn't the first time he had been exposed to such things, yet as he tried not to groan he could feel his skin tingling with every second that passed. Even though the smoke machines had stopped there was more that was swirling around his feet, but it was starting to come off of him as he let out a yelp despite himself. His toes had gotten pinched and even with his hair growing longer and feeling his teeth practically push out of his jaws the only thing he could think of was sitting down and getting them off.

With his body mostly covered in the smoke that had pooled around the bottom of the stage it was hard to see what was happening to him as Jacob struggled to pull off his shoes. When he did it caused his foot to breach the layer of smoke, and as it did his eyes widened at watching the flesh stretch. He stared with jaw dropped as he could see and feel his foot growing, pushing out while his toes merged until it was a heavy feline paw. As black fur sprouted all over the mutated appendage he dropped it back down below the smoke, but he could still feel them transforming as he attempted to get himself back up to his feet.

A low grunt escaped from his swollen lips as the transforming human could feel the bridge of his nose pushing out, his jaws extending as he reached up a hand to the stage. His growing clawed dug into the wood while cords of muscle could be seen growing underneath the increasingly furry flesh. There was a snap of the zipper in the crotch of his pants as the tightening fabric could no longer contain his maleness that flopped out into the air and quickly hardened. When he lost his grip on the stage Jacob fell forward, disappearing into the smoke that had formed around him.

For a few moments the blackness of the hovering smoke remained undisturbed, but then as it began to flow out through the back of the stage a figure emerged once more. The growling creature slowly stood up as the panther head came up and broke the surface of the smoke, cascading down his thick fur as the yellow eyes looked around hungrily. Then came his thick shoulders, broad pectorals, and washboard abs as the werepanther got to his feet. A predatory grin formed on his muzzle as he sniffed the air, his tail flicking about behind him as he tore away what remained of the pants on his thick thighs and calves before stalking out from behind the stage…

Back in the small kitchen area where the art gallery served champagne and other various snacks a server sat in the small storge area, tray sitting next to him while he looked down at his phone. With the main unveiling finished it wouldn't be long before the party came to an end and with everyone already mostly full there was really no need for him. Several had already gone home for the night and he was just waiting for the all clear from Jacob before the rest could be dismissed. Unfortunately no one had seen him for a while and as the others were out looking to see if the night was over he decided to just wait.

When he heard the door open to the kitchen he hoped his plan had paid off, quickly putting his phone away and picking up his tray. Last thing he needed was to get docked if he was caught with it, especially since there were cameras in the kitchen that the staff knew to be wary of. Once he had made sure that everything was presentable on him the server went out into the kitchen hoping that he was about to be sent home. What he saw instead caused his serving tray to clatter to the ground and kick up the black smoke that was spread out over the floor.

Was something on fire? Panic struck him as he had been the only one in the back for a while as he looked around for the source. The last thing he wanted was to be blamed for something like that, but when he couldn't find where the smoke was coming from the only thing he could think of doing was bailing out and calling the fire department. When he reached into his pocket and tried to unlock the screen however he found that his slightly trembling fingers could get his fingerprint identification to work. After several failed attempts he turned his hands over to see what was wrong only for his mouth to open in shock at seeing that his fingers had black pads of flesh on them that were spreading over his palm.

“I hope you don't mind," a voice said, the server looking around in shock as he tried to find the source of it. “Just came in for a… little snack." Though he couldn't see who was talking the server could feel the power and bravado that was in the voice, an almost domineering tone that caused him to tremble. “What's your name?"

Though he began to think that he was hallucinating a growl that reverberated through the room prompted the scared man to answer. “M-michael." The server stated. “Wh-what's going on? Am I being fired?"

“Oh no, you're fine, in fact the party is over for them…" the voice said once more, the smoke shifting and moving with something underneath slowly moving towards the other man. “I'm Zariel. Now… since you're off the clock, why don't we have some fun…" Zariel trailed off in a dark laugh that had made Michael even more paranoid, wondering what this could possibly be. Even if he hadn't just been assured that he was free to leave he was ready to bolt out the door, moving through the waist-high fog before he felt his foot hit something.

It was his serving tray… but as he bent down to pick it up he remembered that he had actually dropped it a few feet away. As he was about to stand back up again he suddenly found something jumping on his back, knocking him to the floor as he was pounced upon. “Got you," Zariel chuckled, hearing his prey let out a yelp as he trembled underneath the muscular werepanther. “Relax… breathe in deep…"

As Zariel continued to lay on top of the other man he stroked the throat of the human, which seemed to coax him to inhale. With a lungful of the heavy vapor in his lungs he could feel the demeanor of the other man swiftly change. The terrified squeaks that came from his prey turned into a lustful growl as the gift of the werepanther slowly settled into the other man. Even as Zariel used the smoke to dissolve away the server's clothing he could already feel their muscles growing on their thin frame. That's it, Zariel thought to himself with a smirk as he released the inner beast within the changing human, just keep breathing in…

With the smoke obscuring their movements and Zariel locking the kitchen door there was no one that would interrupt his conquest of this creature's mind and body. Once he had completely gotten rid of the pesky garments he moved to claim this new feline, which while he normally preferred wolves this was the form he had been given by Atlas. “Oh fuuuckkk…" Michael groaned, hearing his voice deepen as Zariel began to push his cock between his increasingly muscular butt cheeks. “Yes… mount me Zariel… make me a beast…"

“With pleasure," Zariel growled, licking the ear migrating to the top of the man's head as he relished in the feeling of the thin chest bulking up underneath him. Once the transformation started there was no need for prep for creatures such as them, the werepanther able to push his muscular hips down and spread open the groaning man beneath him. “Good thing that bitch of Jacob's boss was sick, might have to go thank her…"

There was a noise that came up from the growing feline man beneath him, and for a second Zariel thought he was going too fast before a chuckle escaped from the man's swollen face. “You mean Christine?" Michael asked, his voice slightly distorted as he looked back while his jaws stretched out into a blunt muzzle. “That bitch is here; she makes Jacob do all the work so she can fuck the owner up in his office and take the credit."

There was a screeching sound as Zariel's claws dug into the cement of the kitchen floor at hearing that. Though he wasn't Jacob the one he possessed was, and since he was also Atlas' boyfriend it made the smoke creature even more riled up. He pumped into the muscular rump of his newest creation a few more times before he pulled out, pulling his smoke back into him while leaving the confused and mostly transformed man to look up at him. Zariel told the new werepanther that he needed to take care of something and help out a friend, leaning in and kissing the muzzle of the muscular creature beneath him before telling him to go have some fun.

Even as Michael nodded enthusiastically and stood up his muscles were still growing, his bones popping as his physique filled out more. With being a werewolf or werepanther often times it was hard to distinguish one creature from another and anyone that didn't know them would think they might be some sort of bizarre twins. Zariel always knew though… except when he was with Atlas. But he still made a mighty fine creature as the new werepanther smirked and flexed his meaty bicep, though his attention quickly turned to his new task at hand as he dug into Jacob's memories to find where the owner's office was…

It didn't take Zariel long to find it as he stalked up the stairs and made his way towards the upper office. The curator's office was the only one up there and it overlooked the entire gallery, which fortunately had windows that couldn't be looked in on. When he got up to the top floor he saw the one that both Jacob and Michael seemed to despise, a devious grin curling up the corners of his muzzle as he saw her sitting near the open window with a long coat covering up her otherwise underwear clad body. A smoker… Zariel found the serendipity to be quite pleasing as he decided to have a bit of fun with this one before dealing with the main problem in Jacob's life.

It only took a few tendrils of Zariel's smoke to corrupt the cigarette that she had just lit, the werepanther watching from the shadows as she took a deep drag from it. After holding it for a few seconds she breathed it back out again, unaware that it had turned a deep black. She also seemed unaware of other changes happening to her body, the werepanther smirking as he could feel his influence on her taking hold. Time to give this host a little taste of how to really be dominant, Zariel thought to himself as he began to see her lips darkening and a yellow tint forming on the edges of her eyes while she took another drag…

Meanwhile another man sat at his desk, finishing up his preparations for when Christine got back. With the party dying down and their intern taking care of most things they had time to do what they wanted. It was one of the perks of his parents owning the place; as long as he could confirm that he was there and the work got done then they didn't care how he did things. There were a lot of other benefits to hanging around the office, especially as he noticed his assistant curator coming back in.

“Are you ready Gavin?" Christine asked in a low and sultry, holding her coat against her with a grin on her face. As she continued to keep to the shadows he nodded eagerly and stood up from his chair, ready to remove the boxers he had left on just in case he had anyone come knocking at the door. “Good, because you're in for the ride of your life."

As Christine moved forward she took up so much of Gavin's attention that he failed to notice another coming in through the open door, though even with how big the werepanther was he moved like the shadows he stalked in. He watched with eager eyes and a smirk on his face as the so-called curator's shorts tented before moving around the desk to embrace his lover. He had hid most of the corruption that was in the body of the one he controlled, though if the amorous man had even bothered to look his partner in the eyes he might have seen they had an unnatural yellow luster to them. He was only focused on one thing though as Zariel shifted position to get ready to strike.

The two kissed for a bit and as Gavin slid his fingers into the coat he found that she had already taken off her bra, though as his hands rubbed against her chest there was something… odd about the feeling. One of the things that had attracted her to him was her large tits but as he continued to feel them they were much smaller than he remembered. It also felt like there was hair growing between her cleavage as they continued to shrink, but as he was about to pull away to comment on it he was suddenly grabbed from behind. As he attempted to shout from the strong arms grabbing him he breathed in first, which was all Zariel needed as his power sapped the fight from him.

“Don't mind me," Zariel growled into the ear of the curator. “I'm just borrowing your friend here in order to teach you two and another a little lesson. You thought that you could make your intern into some plaything while you reap the benefits of his hard work because of your position of power, now it's your turn to get fucked over by someone more powerful than you."

Though Gavin wanted to shout at the man that this was his office he found himself unable to muster the anger that he was trying to gather. It was similar to how he felt when he was high, and with his rage ebbing away he found that the one behind him was exceptionally furry. Though it was impossible to turn around in the grasp of the much stronger man he could see in the reflection of the glass that whomever was behind him was distinctly feline in nature. Had he taken hallucinogens and forgotten, with the subject of the exhibit manifesting in his mind?

In reality Zariel knew he wasn't too far from the truth as the smoke reached his mind, chuckling at seeing his surface thoughts. As he continued to manipulate the creature he was going to make sure that if Jacob decided to stay here that he would get a fair shake, especially if he was going to be dating Atlas. That would involve a few adjustments though, one of which he had already done to Christine as she finally pulled off her coat. As he could feel Gavin tense in surprise though she was no longer an apt word for her, not with the thick cock stretching out her panties or her increasingly masculine form that was getting covered in fur.

By this point the newly converted creature had a pair of thick pectorals as the human's stomach stretched and became a set of washboard abs. Though the assistant curator was in there the body belonged to Zariel just as much as the one holding Gavin, possessing the creature while pulling away a bit from Jacob. He could feel the human part of his original body starting to manifest and decided to give him the reigns, especially with having another form that he could take. With the muscles growing bigger on the former woman he jumped bodies, feeling the tail growing out and pushing the already ripping underwear of the new werepanther as he left the old one…

Jacob suddenly gasped as he came too, his mind quickly catching up that he was holding onto his boss while the one that had been moving his body around like a puppet was in his formerly female supervisor. The one in front of the two of them was definitely not Christine anymore as a wicked grin formed on the growing muzzle that pushed out from her face. “Time to show your boss whose boss," Zariel said as Jacob could feel the guy squirming in his grasp again. “I'll let you have the tail, this one is very keen to see how his new equipment works."

Though the situation that Jacob found himself thrusted into was surreal there he found himself not resisting the scenario. After finding out while possessed by Zariel that they used him for cheap labor and took credit for his work he had been fuming and even let out a little snarl at the thought. He could sense the thoughts of the one in front of him through their connection and knew that this one only played at being the dominant one. He used his money and stature as a means to keep himself on the top of the food chain, but that was before a werepanther entered into his life as he told Zariel to clear the desk.

The other werepanther was more than happy to oblige, using his growing arms to sweep everything off of the desk. Between the smoke and the domineering creature holding him Gavin didn't resist or even struggle. This one was beginning to know his place, Jacob's corrupted thoughts fed to him as he tore away the boxers and laid the naked man down on his desk face up. He was quickly starting to relish the feeling of being in control, of being the one calling the shots even with someone like Zariel who was adjusting the other man's head to lean slightly off the back. The power of his muscular furry form amped up the fledgling assertiveness that he had been feeling by a thousand, and with another similar werepanther with him he found a big smile forming on his own muzzle.

This would certainly be a treat, even if it did mean losing his job later.

As he began to growl and paw at the naked man and let these lustful instincts he was feeling take over he found that such a thing was only a fleeting thought in his mind. He wouldn't lose his job… if anything, he would demand to be brought in full time and get the recognition he deserved. It wasn't just for him, Jacob thought as he rubbed against his thick cock that was twice the size of his own while licking his lips, this would be for Atlas as well. He found whenever he was in this feline form he cared for the other man even more than he did normally, though more often then not he found his thoughts focusing back on himself as he stroked against the fur that covered the hardened muscle.

It was hard to even think about his human form in this state. With his desires already linked to a feline state through Atlas it didn't take much to push himself to accepting this new werepanther form as tendrils of smoke curled around his fangs. As his gleaming yellow eyes looked down at the human they were about to teach true dominance too he smirked as he saw that Gavin was completely erect. There wouldn't be any use of that for the moment, Jacob thought as he idly rubbed a finger up and down the length before pulling his legs apart, he's had his fun as the dominant one for quite some time.

Now it was their turn.

Zariel went first, taking his cock and pressing the tip against Gavin's lips. To the shock of Jacob he opened his mouth quite easily, though he wasn't that shocked considering that he could sense just now needy this man was. He was all for indulging in his desires and living in excess and while normally it was with other women on his word this new experience was quickly developing in his mind as on par. Such weak-willed prey, Jacob found himself musing as he could see fur already starting to sprout on the man's face and his jaws stretching out unnaturally around the cock being slid between them. Jacob could feel his growling reverberate in his chest as he was ready to claim this one, to spread the werepanther gift that he didn't even know he had until this moment.

It was an equisitely primal feeling, feeling the predatory need to dominate his prey overwhelming the formerly human's senses. There was no need for plans or schemes, when it came to this new aspect of him the only thing he wanted was for this one to know his place. As Zariel's maleness slid until nearly half of it disappeared into the growing muzzle of the new werepanther Jacob took his place, using his muscular furry hips in order to spread open his legs. His cock was aching to be pushed into the man's hole, licking his lips as finally found his own desires being satisfied in this place for once.

A muffled groan came out from Gavin's stuffed maw as he clawed against the desk as Jacob pushed the head of cock against that exposed hole. Zariel took one of the hands that had been holding the stretching ears of the human and as he wiggled his fingers a trail of fur grew down the chest of the man on the desk, creating a treasure trail that quick spread down his flat stomach and pooled around his crotch. As his member throbbed with need and began to swell the werepanther could feel something happening to the butt cheeks that were pressed against his tip. With fur spreading over his quivering flesh the corruption inside the curator's body also caused his insides to alter, which he could feel as the ring of flesh he was pressed against yielded more easily to his advances.

It was Jacob's turn to moan as he pushed into the man beneath him. As the inner walls spread apart from his advancing shaft the sensations were unlike anything that he had ever experienced before. Even with Atlas there wasn't this kind of euphoria from dominating this creature. It was an intoxicating experience and as his lips curled into a sneer he wanted more, especially as the hole of the one between them felt like it was trying to keep him inside while he pulled back. Such a needy creature… even as Gavin gained more fur and feline features his body remained the same somewhat thin stature, a symbol that even as a werepanther he would always be submissive.

Trails of smoke began to emit from the body between them as they started to thrust into the transforming man, his muffled mewling turning to gulps as Zariel was stretching out the throat of the new feline. Jacob was so lost in the pleasure radiating from his cock being engulfed inside the other man that he didn't even notice Gavin growing a tail, or that the other man's member was just like theirs. The only thing he could focus on was dominating this werepanther, of showing him his place as he leaned forward. The desk between them began to shake as the three felines grew more passionate in their rutting, Jacob grabbing onto the furry thighs of the man that were pressed against his shoulders as he pounded into the one between them.

Eventually the two orgasmed inside their newest convert, a silent cry of pure ecstasy forming on their muzzles as they marked the one between them. Even though they never even touched him Gavin also hit his climax, the blackened seed splattering on his chest. As Jacob panted heavily he could start to feel something happening to him, like the control of this powerful form of his was being slowly eased away from him. Though he lamented losing it he was more then supplicated in still feeling everything even as Zariel once more took hold over him.

With Jacob still recovering from his orgasm it didn't take much for Zariel to reestablish control, letting the new male werepanther enjoy the sensation of having the mouth of his boss wrapped around his new cock. Perhaps he would keep them this way, Zariel thought to himself with a smirk, after this body had changed from the smoke machine without his prompting it had given him a few ideas about this place. But he knew that there was somewhere he had to go first in order make sure this was alright, remembering the promise that he had made as he growled at the other two to play nice with one another. He smirked when both werepanthers acknowledged him, the one on the desk giving him an exhausted thumbs up as it appeared the other one wasn't quite done with his new maleness or the muzzle of the other man…