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The Beastaurant - L'épice de la vie

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About Us

Here at The Beastaurant we specialize in meals that leave diners with a transformative experience. Our food will shift your perspective and change your world.

We serve a three-course meal with a complimentary, customized drink crafted by our expert mixologists. These meals change every time we open to the public so come in and have your once-in-a-lifetime meals now before the menu changes forever.

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All-Man Sample Platter

A true, divine appreciation of the male form from every humble muscle to every inch of a man's cock. This platter is guaranteed to excite and tantalize the taste buds by appreciating the male form in all of its beauty. This is no static meal as well as it puts on display the versatility of the male form in motion to offer just a taste of the various sexual positions a man can take.

Bang-Bang Dragon*

A spicy dish guaranteed to set a fire on under your feet. A human male was transformed in the most pleasurable experience into a large, muscular dragon complete with webbed wings, long muscular tail and yet, two penises. Non-GMO enhancement products including but not limited to muscle growth, penile and testicular development are included in this product. *Due to the addition of extra limbs, this product also includes large amounts of clothes ripping.

From the Bottom Up

A dessert truly for the spicy and racy. Salty, sweet and manly, this creamy, smooth serving of muscle worship is served on big, powerful feet that leads to a strong taste of vascular muscles. It is finished and topped off with a delectable hint of nipple and pectoral sex. Not to be missed!

The Alpha Male

A special drink built to bring out the inner alpha in you. With a base of mind alteration followed by just a few droplets of hypnosis, this flavorful beverage is guaranteed to turn your reality upside down. Contains traces of foot play, copious amounts of semen and both oral and anal sex.

Ingredient List

Our meals consist entirely of the following:

Male-on-Male Sex

Muscle Growth

Muscle Worship

Transformation

Elks

Humans

Dragons

Kangaroos

Mind alteration/Hypnosis

Reality Alteration

Oral Sex

Anal Sex

Foot Play

Semen

Nipple Play

If you are allergic or have an opposition to consuming any of the above ingredients, please tell your server immediately to be given an alternative menu or you are most welcome to seek nourishment elsewhere.

Disclaimer

Unfortunately, The Beastaurant does not accommodate for children's meals at this time. Therefore, we cannot serve anyone below the adult age (18/21 depending on country). For our young and future diners, we ask that you please wait patiently for your change to partake in the life changing event that is The Beastaurant dining experience.

Appetizer

The company had a policy.

Promotions only came once every three years and was based entirely on performance. Prestige, pay and power was guaranteed if you could maintain excellent performance for three whole years. Doing something that could cause you to stand out amongst the crowd, something that could be remembered for three whole years was what could make or break a career. What the company did not mention was that this event also coincided with the 'corporate realignment' event that also happened every three years. In layman's terms, it meant that every three years people go promoted and people got fired as well. Terrible as it was, it was the harsh reality of the company that Dane 'Dai' Zheng had been working for for the past twelve years of his life.

As one of the sales people, he was responsible for signing up people to new accounts and maintaining relationships with his customers. No matter the day or age, everyone needed something shipped and the company had countless accounts all over the world that would pick up and deliver packages of all varieties. Back in his early days, Dane had roped in some high-paying customers thanks to his connections and even managed to maintain that momentum well into his third 'corporate realignment'. After just three years on the job, he had been promoted from Junior Salesperson to Senior Salesperson and then at six years, he had been bumped up to Account Manager, naturally overseeing multiple accounts and even had people reporting into him.

Then came his nine-year review and despite exceptional numbers, he was overlooked for someone with more ambition and was comparatively younger.

At the time, he was just thirty years old.

Now it was that time again. Twelve years on the job had to mean something. Making Senior Account Manager would mean that not only would he get a very comfortable pay raise but he'd also get that extra validation to tell him that he was on the right track. Yes, he was comfortable where he was but only a fool would not expect anything to change. All those extra hours at the office, travel to meet clients and countless stressful, sleepless nights spent worrying about whether or not the client will sign a contract would finally be worth it if he could just make Senior Account Manager.

Over the past few days, the slightly slouched, Asian-American 35-year-old had spent countless hours compiling all his achievements into a document so that he could list them off to his manager and hopefully give that final push that would get him that promotion. These were no simple achievements either. Millions had come into the company thanks to his efforts. Surely the higher-ups would recognize that.

Head held high, glassed firmly sitting on his sharp nose and black hair styled to be as profession as possible, Dane strode into the frosted-glass office of his manager for his three-year performance review. Dressed in his best suit, shoes recently polished and shaved so clean he was sure he looked like a twenty-year-old minus a few gray hairs, he pushed open the door with confidence.

Naturally, these things were held but just his manager, Liam Hall. The tall, elk was accompanied by his manager, Victor Gilliam, a third-generation immigrant and a panda. After having gone through these sort of reviews for years, he knew the dance. The most senior member in the room would do most of the talking. Psychologically, this would give the appearance that all the decisions were being made above his immediate manager - someone he'd have to work with day-to-day. Resentment would then be directed at senior management instead of the immediate manager. Promotions involved just as much smoke, mirrors and politics as elections.

“Good day, gentlemen," he said, beaming brightly.

Liam was the first to break a smile, gesturing for Dane to take a seat in front of them. “Hey, Dai. Come take a seat. You've been through this many times so you know the drill."

“I certainly have," he laughed, glad for the casual format of the meeting. It was only when he sat down did Victor finally crack a smile.

“Another three years, huh?" Liam commented. The elk was deceptively young, just a year older than Dane. However, his senior was far more adept at playing the game of politics and navigating the office workspace than Dane could ever be. Knowing what got people's attention and what earned respect from his colleagues was one of Liam's greatest strengths. That included Liam purposefully dying his short-cropped beard gray so that he looked far more senior than he really was and using polish on his antlers so that they were also so clean and glistening. Despite being 36 years of age, he maintained a great body and routine. His lean frame was a stark contrast to either Victor or Dane, the latter of which had pasty, pale skin and a slight paunch.

“Three amazing years," Dane said, starting off the conversation. “I mean, it seems like yesterday that I brought in the Henderson account that netted us a huge eleven million dollar contract. Then there was the Uldrich incident that would have cost us seven million but I convinced them to stay with us and -"

Victor raised a paw, the big, portly panda losing his smile. “I'm going to stop you right there, Dane. You're not getting a promotion."

What? But…?

“In fact, we're letting you go."

Seriously!? What!?

Dane blinked in surprise, dumbstruck. Seconds ticked by and there was no crack in Victor's serious frown or cameras suddenly bursting out from the walls and shouting that it was all a joke. This was serious. It was real.

“I… I don't understand."

“You've just become far too expensive for the company," answered Victor grimly. “We've done the numbers. There are people in our employ who can do what you do but for cheaper. It's just not economically viable to keep you on staff."

This can't be happening!

“But… but…"

“We value everything you've done for us, Dai," added Liam. “But it's just how the company is going. Corporate realignment, after all. Clients want to see someone younger."

But you're a year older than me and Victor is a whole decade older!

“But all my clients expect to see me," Dane protested. “I've build a rapport with them and -"

“Don't embarrass yourself further, Dane," rumbled Victor. “We will just find someone else to build a better relationship with them. Sometimes, you need fresh perspective and you've, quite frankly, gotten stale. There is no working around it. I expect you to pack up your belongings and be out of the office by the end of the day."

Liam tilted his head apologetically. “Look, it doesn't have to be all cold, man. How about we go out for lunch? My treat."

Dane, his hands curled into fists, rose from his seat and let out a long, held breath. “No, thank you, Mr. Hall. I'll just go back to my desk and start the handover procedures. Like you said, I know the drill." He stared at Victor coldly. “I'll expect my severance package in the mail."

Without another word, he turned and left the room, trying not to slam the door as he did so. Not a word was spoken to anyone else in the office. Most probably already knew of what had happened. As much as he didn't want to make a scene, every inch of him wanted to do what he could to sabotage the company, burn down all the relationships with the clients and cost them millions. Maybe even billions. Sadly, he would need them for a reference should he find another job. Twelve years working for someone was an incredible amount of time and his next employer would want to know what he had been doing in that time.

Hunger slammed into him just an hour later and he realized that his heart was racing ever since the meeting. The possibility of lasting the rest of the day without eating something slipped by with each passing second. So with an announcement to his neighbor that he was going to lunch, he picked up his pass and headed out the door.

The moment the elevator hit the ground floor, he realized that he had no idea what he wanted to eat. Everything would likely taste like ash and he was already getting too self-conscious about money to really buy anything. While his savings were quite healthy, he feared that he wouldn't find a suitable job in this economy. All that worry started to spiral in his mind and before he knew what was happening, he had started wandering out into the streets of the city with no direction to go and no idea what he wanted to eat. The only thing guiding him was his growling stomach.

Then he caught sight of something… out of place.

A tiny red-brick restaurant sitting in the middle of the concrete jungle. The surrounding painted concrete walls appeared to purposefully avoid the exposed walls like someone had just build around the old structure. A casual, simply blue door sat at the front with a simple concrete landing. An 'Open' sign hung on the bronze doorknob. Above the door was a simple sign with the name of the place.

“'The Beastaurant?'" he wondered aloud to himself. “Never heard of it…"

Curious, he approached the door and pushed it open.

He was immediately greeted by a broad smile that seemed to come out of the shadows, like rows of grinning teeth with a pair of golden yellow eyes shining above it just emerged from the darkness like the Cheshire Cat ready to pounce.

“Hello and welcome to The Beastaurant."

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Main Course

Dane was never one to judge based on appearances but the moment his eyes fell on the black-furred kangaroo standing behind the podium his first thought was 'unauthentic'. Horribly racist as it was, his first thought about kangaroos was of Australia and the last thing he wanted was to eat somewhere that prided itself on 'authentic Australian' cuisine when the host wasn't even really Australian or the company put a kangaroo out in front of the house to make it seem authentic. Such two-faced tactics was exactly the kind of thing he was glad to leave when he packed up his desk at the company. Common sense and decency pulled him away from such sour thoughts, however, and he offered a small smile towards the man standing before him.

“Hi," the Asian-American office worker offered. “I as just looking around and don't remember seeing this place before."

“You could consider us a pop-up restaurant of sorts," answered the marsupial, stepping out from behind the podium. The man was tall, at least six feet with probably and an extra half foot added from his long, radar-dish-like ears. Dim lightning would have made the host almost invisible given his midnight-black fur and the similarly dark suit he wore but their surroundings was a vibrant display of reds, golds and greens - typical Asian coloration. Smoldering, yellow eyes that shone like little gold coins were a stark contrast amongst the rest of the man's appearance. A bulk, muscular frame snugly contained within the black, pin-striped suit moved with unnatural grace as he approached Dane and offered him a menu.

“Table for one?" asked the man.

A polite rejection was already on Dane's tongue when his eyes regarded the red, leather cover of the menu. Trimmed with gold, it was quite well-made and just begged to be opened.

Guess it won't hurt to browse.

It came as a surprise that there was not the typical pages upon pages of Asian-inspired cuisine that came from most oriental restaurants. This menu consisted of a single page made of what appeared to be parchment paper. A set three-course menu with a 'customized drink' took up the majority of the page. No sign of any prices.

“Uhm…" he began.

“Allow me to elaborate," said the Host with a curt bow. “Here at The Beastaurant we serve a set three-course menu that changes every time we open our doors. There are no substitutions allowed. Dining with us is as much an experience as it is simply satiating your hunger. If you are not satisfied with your meal, you do not have to pay." As if reading his mind, the Host said, “Payment is discussed at the end of the meal based on your experience."

Similarly themed and organized restaurants were starting to make their way into major cities. Popular chefs would create these 'pop-up experiences' for a set amount of time, deck out the kitchen and basically use the diners that were sure to flock to them as guinea pigs for their various experimental dishes. Because no set price was set, people had no right to complain and would often pay well for regardless.

I've never been part of one of these before, Dane mused.

His gaze drifted away from the menu and past the Host to the rest of the restaurant. The decor gave off a definite oriental feel. Large Torii gates flanked the entrance all the way up to the restaurant floor itself. Polished, wooden floorboards covered gave a reddish, mirror-like quality to the ground and a surreal feel to the deep, red furniture. What few windows there were were framed with bamboo and covered in nearly-transparent paper. Images of dragons were mounted on the walls though strangely, they were all western dragons instead of the more serpentine eastern dragons. To contrast against the mostly red decor, each of the seats were cushioned by emerald-green upholstery.

“You know what?" Dane began, handing the menu back to the Host. “Sure. Table for one, please."

“Excellent," said the kangaroo, bowing to him and beckoning towards the restaurant floor. “This way, please."

Dane followed the mysterious Host through the red archways of the entrance all the way to a single table all the way in the back of the restaurant floor. Silence ruled the entirety of floor. The soft footfalls of his dress shoes against the ruby floorboards was the only sound echoing off the crimson walls. Despite the large feet of the Host, he moved silently without a sound. No noise came from the kitchen. No calls being made. Even the noise from the streets outside were absent even though it was the middle of the lunch period.

The Host pulled out his seat for him. The high-backed seat almost looked like an actual throne with its headrest shaped in the form of snarling dragons with an emerald cushion for him to seat his head against. The high armrest were unusual especially for a dining experience as he would have thought it would restrict movement but as he sat down, he became awfully aware that the chair was far too big for him. Dane was of average height but even then, his toes just grazed the floor when he was seated in the mighty throne. A gap between him and the armrests was very evident especially as the Host unfurled a napkin and gently set it down on his lap.

“I will return shortly with your appetizer and drink," the kangaroo said with a smooth, curt bow. Like a shadow, the Host turned and vanished. Alone with his thoughts, Dane found himself quickly stewing once more with his recent 'corporate reassignment'. There were a variety of ways to sugarcoat his new 'vocational transition' and he had even used a few of them when he had to be the one to give news of the 'employment status shift'. Being on the receiving end of the harsh news was definitely different to giving it.

But maybe this is a good thing.

I've been at the company for twelve years now. I'm sure I can get a job elsewhere. Maybe one with a better track for promotion.

Doubt began creeping into his mind. What if he couldn't? What if his skills were considered 'outdated'? What if no one was hiring? Should he really be spending money on a potentially expensive meal even if it was a splurge and he would be getting a hefty severance package?

I'm luckier thank most but I shouldn't push my luck.

Maybe I should just leave and -

“Your appetizer and drink, sir."

Dane jerked in surprise. The dark frame of the Host appeared out of nowhere like a shadowy demon right out of his nightmares. Golden eyes were mercifully closed as the kangaroo set down a large square plate in front of him, arranging it so that it was positioned as a diamond. The other hand rested another plate to his right.

“Whoa…" he breathed.

“Let us start with your drink," the Host said curtly, waving a gloved paw towards what could only be described as 'beverage with some assembly required'. First was the large, bronze-looking mug that had a caramel-brown liquid contained with it supplemented by a few ice cubes. A single metal straw floated in the brew.

“Here we have an iced chai milk tea made from freshly cracked cardamom pods, cinnamon, a light dusting of white peppercorns, some fennel seeds, freshly grated ginger and orange zest all heated together until boiling in some mineral water and allowed to stew before being then pushed through a fine, mesh sieve before being mixed with some whole milk with some brown sugar to add a little bit of sweetness. This is then chilled without freezing and served in an insulated mug for your convenience."

The Hosts' fingers drifted over to the little bowl of what looked like colored caviar right beside the bug. “Here we have some 'popping boba'. Using five varieties of concentrate derived from strawberries, lemons, green apples, grapes and blue berries, alongside sodium alginate to create the thin, gel-like skin while the juices we have freshly created are kept within the sphere. They were artfully arranged to appear like jewels."

Each sphere glistened like a true jewel. In the dim light of the restaurant, it almost gave off an inner light that was a stark contrast compared to the darker brew of the milk tea. A little porcelain spoon sat right beside the mound of jewels ready to scoop up the spheres.

“Uhm…" Dane began hesitantly. “How exactly do I eat this… this…?"

“We call it 'The Dragon's Refreshment'," replied the Host. “This afternoon's cuisine is distinctly spicy so this drink is designed to act as a means of cooling the palette between bites."

Spicy… Uh-oh.

Spice was not really a problem for the mid-thirties worker. Being of Asian heritage, he had his fair share of dishes laden with a myriad of spices from the more fragrant on the spectrum to the outrageously mouth-melting. Though his preferences did lean more towards the savory than the spicy, he had no qualms spicy food. Some concern had to be offered, however, if a rather sizable drink had to be dedicated entirely to nullifying that culinary heat.

“It is recommended that you only drink the popping boba if you need an extra bit of sweetness to counteract any lingering spice," continued the host. “That is why it is offered separately. In those cases, we recommend that you first place the boba in your mouth, one spoonful should suffice, and then take a sip of the tea. Pop the boba at your leisure and enjoy."

Assembling your own drink. That was a first and quite novel. Surely some of the younger generation would enjoy the challenge and deviation from the norm.

God, I sound so old.

“As for your appetizer," continued his marsupial Host. “Here we have some char-grilled jalapeno poppers filled with a mushroom and cream cheese mousse, coated in a cornflour batter and then flash fried. The sauce is a sweet and source reduction of plums, red chillies and pink peppercorns."

Jalapeno poppers?

Expectations were completely subverted. The Asian-inspired decor and drink clearly had nothing to do with the menu itself. Jalapeno poppers were bar food and yet here were five perfectly golden and crisp jalapenos sitting in front of him in a floral pattern with glistening crimson sauce drizzled over it in zig-zagging streaks. The fluffy outer coating around each pepper were golden auras that covered every inch of the normally dark green peppers leaving nothing but the stem poking out. Bar food did not even come close to describing this culinary art piece. Who know that anyone could take the simple jalapeno popper and uplift it to the level of fine dining. Rubies that had been liquefied streaked across the plate, the sauce offering a faintly sweet and spicy aroma.

Just what is this place…?

Saliva collected in the corners Dane's mouth. The draw to devour the meal was intense.

“Please," the Host said with another courteous bow. “Enjoy."

“Uh-huh," was all that Dane could provide in response.

Not a single sound was made as the Host disappeared from view. If Dane hadn't forced himself to devote a fraction of his attention span to the kangaroo, he could have sworn the well-dressed marsupial had just dematerialized in front of him. As it was, he vaguely registered that the shadowy host practically glided across the polished floor and disappeared around the corner. A reflection was cast so he could safely rule out that he was being fattened up by a vampire.

Fears allayed, a grumble from his stomach brought all of his attention back to the meal before him. Thirst got the better of him. Striding around for who knows how long in the streets, stewing in his thoughts had left him quite parched. First, he took a spoonful of the boba and gently dipped it into his mouth, careful not to pop any of the balls prematurely. The sensation of these gelatinous orbs dancing around in his tongue was certainly unique and he had to admit, he drew some degree of joy from playing a little game with himself to keep the balls as intact for as long as possible. Leaning forward, he took a sip from the metal straw.

A milky texture washed across his tongue, carrying the sweet and spices that instantly opened up his taste buds. Dane squirmed a little, his eyelid fluttered in delight and his cheeks turning red in a euphoric blush. The complex flavors of the iced milk tea was like a culinary awakening for the sensory organs on his tongue. Earth sweetness from the cinnamon was the first to strike. Swift as it was, it quickly gave way to the faintly musky taste from the fennel and cardamom, blowing away Dane's defenses. This left him open for the powerful punch from the peppercorns that sent him reeling. Defeated, he was left to stew in the zesty twang of the ginger and orange zest that somehow made its way to his nose, tingling his sense of smell as well. An involuntary jerk of his jaw immediately caused a bunch of the boba burst.

The soothing, spicy flavor was instantly transformed into something else entirely. The sweetness from the spheres of concentrate melted together, thinning out the milkiness and giving it a more liquid texture. Sweetness was intensified, carrying the pre-existing flavors and pairing them well with one another. The strawberries went surprisingly well with the cardamom and fennel, giving him this powerful nostalgic sweetness of strawberry jam. The lemons naturally married with the orange zest, intensifying that fragrance and opening up his sinuses. Green apple juice merged perfectly with the cinnamon and reminded of freshly baked apple pies. The grapes and blueberries were more standalone flavors and were a little more muted but their unique blend of tartness and sweetness was still there are he swallowed.

A soft sight left his lips as the brew dripped down his throat and entered his system. Strange as it was, he felt the tension of the past few hours fade from his bones, cooling off the raging heat that had burned in his heart while at the same time giving him a mellow warmth like he was basking in a warm bath. Heat, frustration and that sense of betrayal from Liam Hall and Victor Gilliam were brushed aside with the breath that he exhaled.

At least for the moment.

Wow… This is something else! All the flavors!

“You'd think they would all get muddled and not work," he breathed to himself. “But it's like they magically find their match with the separate dishes! It's amazing!"

Tempting as it was to guzzle down the drink all at once, that first gulp had opened his senses to the spicy-sweetness of the jalapeno poppers' sauce and that faint savory smell of freshly fried batter. Through the light layer of flaky golden batter, he could smell the faint smell of wild mushrooms and cream cheese.

Licking his lips if only to taste the milk tea once more, Dane reached forward and picked up one of the poppers between his fingers. Up close, it almost looked like a little yellow leaf drizzled with liquid autumn. It invited him to eat it, called to him. That part of the dish was hidden beneath the skin of the jalapeno and layer of batter kept tantalized him all the more. What was the mushroom mousse like? Would he like the re-imagined bar food? How did it all taste together?

I can't wait to try!

Gently, he opened his mouth, closing his teeth around half of the jalapeno and then slowly bit down. The flesh of the popper crunched beneath his central incisors. Symphonic crackling lulled him into piercing the jalapeno's flesh and -

Squirt!

The mousse came bursting out into his tongue the moment enough pressure was applied to the flame-grilled vessel. Rich, earthy flavors immediately assaulted him following by the powerful scent of those wild mushrooms tamed a little by the mellow cream cheese. The spicy-sweetness of the sauce was dulled by the sudden onslaught of earthiness which reminded him of that smell of grassy mud right after an autumn rainstorm.

Then came the heat.

Carrying the inherent heat of the jalapeno, the soft, fluffy, cloud-like mousse danced onto his tongue and deposited its payload. Far from overwhelming, it formed the bridge needed between the contrasting mellowness of the mousse and the spicy-sweetness of the sauce and the remaining heat of the pepper's flesh. Dane could not help but squirm in his seat as he was taken on a flavorful journey from the strong mushroom taste to the sparkling sizzle of the sauce, the jalapeno and its crisp batter acting as a compliment to it all.

This was all form the first bite. Chewing unleashed the full myriad of flavors, mixing it all together and repeating the cycle of tastes over and over again like a song on loop. Sensations sparked all over his mouth, drawing and demanding blood from the rest of his body. Cheeks quickly grew flushed red with effort and small beads of sweat began to form on his brow as mind and body worked in overdrive to process all of the information that was being fed to it.

Information that he could not fully comprehend.

It's not that hot but damn! I'm sweating!

The recently-fired professional wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling the sweat that had accumulated there. Without giving it a second thought, he threw the rest of the jalapeno popper into his mouth even before he had swallowed the first mouthful. Now with the full effect of the morsel, the effect of the food hit him in its entirety

Dane threw his head back, staring straight up at the ceiling as he chewed the food over and over again. Demand grew for his energy to be devoted entirely to his sense of taste. Sounds grew dull and he was forced to shut his eyes to block out the visual stimulus that would distract him from his meal. All this effort drove his mouth into overdrive, the constant chewing causing his face to grow red with effort. More and more sweat materialized across his skin. Heat began to physically radiate out of him, exacerbating the need for sweat that soaked into his clean, pressed blue shirt, gray jacket and similarly gray slacks.

There was every compulsion to swallow the explosion of flavor that was in his mouth. Contrary to this, his brain was swimming in the cocktail of euphoric sensations and wanted to hold onto that rush for as long as humanly possible. Gravity and instinct won out and he was forced to swallow. Gentle burning followed the single mouthful as it traveled down his throat, seemingly igniting the oxygen in his lung as it passed by toward his stomach. Fire filled his lungs and the sigh he let out was like exhaling pure steam. Flames seeped into his veins, coursing through his body and setting every limb on fire.

As quickly as the heat on his tongue came, however, it faded the moment he swallowed. Lingering fire and smoldering embers remained within his limbs, keeping him from truly being relaxed or slumping into cool slumber. Ventilation was needed. Cool relief offered by the milk tea would have to be set aside if this was only one bite out of a potential five. The drink was a precious resource and he had to ration it if the entire three course meal was designed to play on spices. Ragged breaths reminded him of the tie that was wrapped tightly around his neck and only caused the heat radiating from his chest to cycle around in his chest. A growl rose from his throat as he hooked the navy-blue tie in one finger and loosened it. Not a single thought was given to the soft pop his top button gave as it came undone. Relief immediately washed over him when all the hot air that had been accumulating in his chest was given a much bigger exhaust port.

A smile of contentment crawled across Dane's red-faced features. Absence of flavor filled him with a desperate longing for that same peppery, savory and sweet taste mixed with the crunchy texture of a perfectly crisp crust, tough flesh of a pepper and smooth, airiness of the mousse. Compelled to follow this desire, he reached down automatically for the next jalapeno popper. Not a second was spent on hesitation as he popped the pepper all the way to the stem, bit it off and used his molars to puncture the pocket of flavor.

Oh wow!

If it was at all possible, this bite was so much more powerful and flavorful than the first. Eyes shut and focusing on the fireworks of flavor in his mouth, Dane barely noticed the heat rising from all over his body seep into his muscles and bones, turning that raw unbridled energy into something more physical. Clenched fists crawled across the polished, red table, the cuffs around his wrists sliding up his forearms until they became stuck about halfway by the expanding muscles. Buttons strained both around his sleeves and down his shirt. Defiant, these buttons held on stubbornly even as the head all over his body began to reach critical mass. He was a nuclear reactor rapidly approaching meltdown in desperate need of some form of coolant.

Pop!

A button flew off his chest and there was an immediate wave of relief. This was quickly overwhelmed by the rapid rising of his pectorals from being nonexistent and flat to thick, plump, square blocks that were barely contained by his collarbone. Fabric stretched and strained even louder as the neckline of his shirt was rapidly broadened with a series of pops, buttons surrendering to their fate one by one in rapid succession. Given new room to grow, his traps flared up, swallowing his neck like two ends of a bridge coming to close the gap between them. Unwilling to be consumed entirely and disappear into overgrown back muscles, his neck pushed back defiantly, widening and causing the moans he emitted to grow deeper.

Tears appeared across his biceps, the peaks of his muscles bursting through bot his shirt and the expensive suit jacket. Broadening shoulders pulled back at the gray jacket, becoming clearly visible even beneath the drab, featureless fabric no matter how the light hit it. Clearly defined lats spread from his chest like a pair of wings, causing his flanks to flare out and put further strain on his already taut shirt. Tension was relieved somewhat when the hem of that shirt was pulled forcibly from where it had been tucked into his pants. A stretching spine left his lower abdominals to be revealed, teasing at the set of sizzling, red buns that nearly swallowed up his belly button in its entirety.

Straining leather joined his soft moans as he swallowed his second bite. His belt began showing stretch marks along its length but seemed to sigh in relief when that popper vanished down Dane's gullet. If it could scream in protest, it would have but Dane had already reached for his third bite and began chewing, savoring the complex flavor and drinking in the hot juices that seeped all over his body.

SNAP! POP!

Leather broke, his belt lashing out and striking the underside of the table like a coiled snake. The button off his pants followed shortly after, a plastic bullet that was trailed by a burst of heat radiating from his crotch. A new sensation joined the overwhelming heat that was radiating from his body; arousal. It only seemed natural as his cock began pressing up against his briefs. Widening hips to fit his broadening torso pushed the waistline of his pants to slide down his thighs where they got stuck against his thickening glutes… for all of two seconds. Rapid expansion caused the seat of his pants to split right down the middle while his briefs somehow maintained their integrity despite the elastic began stretched. The added give to the fabric allowed his pants to slide about halfway down his thighs where they got stuck once more as muscle mass was stacked onto his quads. Every mound became perfectly rounded, defined and caused the rims of his briefs to shrink up towards his similarly expanding crotch.

Cock and balls excited by the sudden growth and channeling the very same nuclear heat that was powering through his body, his genitals similarly grew. Each testicle filled out what little space his underwear could provide, fighting against one another and the increasing demand for room his of his cock. The tent in his briefs grew taut, pulling at the elastic while a distinct stain of leaking precum developed against the fabric. Molten heat spiraled up the veins of his dick, pulsing from base to head over and over again, pushing at his flesh until it was forced to grow longer inch by inch. The modest five and a half inches grew to an impressive seven where the organ called for a reprieve.

Hunger would not allow such a break. The third popper was already in his hand and halfway up to his mouth before he managed a soft, 'No. Too soon.' Disobedient limbs threw the crispy jalapeno into his half-open mouth, taking advantage of the whimpering protest. Then he was chewing and again, his dick was hit by another wave of heat that pushed it to a throbbing eight-inch beast. It could not grow much more - at least at the moment - but all that unbridled heat and energy had to go elsewhere. Angered at being denied release, the heat railed at the walls of his cock, thickening the member before retreating back down the shaft and finding another exit through the veins leading down the twitching office worker's legs.

Already inflated thighs grew even thicker, perfect for carrying his sudden expanded weight and mass. Sensing that there was some degree of disproportionate growth, the energy pumped into his femur and bones, stretching them so that his feet were now pressed firmly against the ground and stretching the muscles so they were not uncomfortably pressing up against one another and compressing his balls between their firm bulges. The searing heat even reached down his calves, inflating the muscles and pulling up the hems of his slacks until they got stuck well past his ankles. Dane was forced to readjust his position, pushing his feet further away from himself as the extra height would force his knees to knock up against the underside of the table. A poor, slouching posture would have been easy to adopt were it not for some strange memories that told him that he had to keep his back straight for some reason. Something about his anatomy that demanded it.

The fourth jalapeno popper disappeared down his throat and he rolled his head from side to side in ecstasy. Thick muscles almost as big as his thighs bulged against his back, pressing up against his suit and shirt to the point where all the buttons of his shirt popped off with a satisfying twang. Pale skin was left exposed as fabric retreated. A hairless, perfectly sculpted chest that belonged on a bodybuilding magazine cover was left exposed. Nipples were forced to point straight downward because of the sheer size of his pectorals while a rigid set of eight, perfectly square abdominals had flared up to support them. The sleeves of his garments tore, finally giving out with a tear starting around his cuffs before meeting up with the breach that his biceps made. This left his shirt and jacket to hang from his shoulders like four limp tassels hanging from his back.

One last popper remained and it was with some semblance of control that he forced himself to draw out the glorious moment when he brought the last succulent pepper close to his lips, almost kissing the tip of the crunchy, fried morsel before slipping it between his teeth and letting that final mouthful fill him with the ecstasy that came with such a appetizing meal.

Oh my god!

Veins pressed up against his flesh, becoming more defined and plump all up his arms and legs. One even crawled up from his shoulders and crept slightly across his pectorals, just kissing his collarbone. A few reached up from his thighs, creeping up waist and disappearing into the folds of his Apollo's Belt. They were most pronounced around his legs and feet, pulsing beneath the confines of his shoes which stubbornly held onto their shape even as his toes were forced to curl up against their frames, begging to be released. This discomfort faded against the overall heat that washed throughout his body.

It was almost a crime to swallow the complex mouthful but he managed it anyway. Heat one against blasted up from his lungs, shooting up his throat and coming out in a loud gasp that visibly came out as a very faint cloud of steam. Only then did he managed to pry his eyes open, blinking away tears that were a mix of exhaustion and joy.

“Oh fuck me…" he breathed. He immediately pressed a hand against his lips, glancing around in fear. No one was around.

I shouldn't swear aloud like that.

Having been raised under the strict rule of his parents, he had always been told not to curse aloud. Internally, yes, but outwardly he must be polite even if he was verbally abused. This carried to his work life. Now that he looked back, he wondered if his cordial and often submissive demeanor was what got him fired in the first place.

I never fought for my position. Never was loud and proud.

The soft burning left by the appetizer drew his attention to his milk tea. Bitterness was left on his tongue not by the meal but by the recent memory of Victor and Liam giving him the shaft after twelve years of diligent work. He took another spoonful of popping boba, tipped it into his mouth and then took a sip of the tea.

I'd like to give them the shaft!

The soothing touch of the beverage mixed with the sweetness of the boba washed away all of those memories, literally. Faces he had grown used to over the years were drowned in the flood of smooth, spicy but soothing tea that traveling down his throat and into his system. Long nights spent negotiating with clients in other states and even overseas disappeared in a pleasant, cool, caramel-colored sea with little, sparkling, sweet buoys of different colors. Forced smiles, polite greetings and awful meetings all disappeared from his mind, carried by the chilling temperatures that seeped through his system, curbing the flames that had previously been there. These bitter thoughts all coalesced into the one place that sported a flame that would not go down - his cock.

Dane's eyes fell upon the throbbing tent sprouting from his crotch, the elastic of his briefs pulled up enough to reveal the thick, black bush that had little flecks of silver there. Something told him he should be ashamed of the sight but he couldn't quite figure out why.

“How was your meal, sir?"

He snapped back to attention at the sight of the Host. Even with all those years spent fighting in the dog-eat-dog world of shipping gone from his mind, Dane retained a sharp mind. A pleasant, toothy grin crossed his features as he pushed the plate across the table towards the waiter/maitre'd.

“It was awesome! Can't believe so much flavor was packed into something so small!" he exclaimed while patting his firm abdominals.

Wait… When have I had abs?

Ignoring the thought for the moment, he continued on with his comment. “It served it's purpose though! I'm ready for the main course!"

“Excellent," said the kangaroo, picking up the plate. “I shall return shortly with the main course."

Then the marsupial was gone, leaving Dane a little puzzled as he ran his fingers down the hard valley of his abdominal muscles. Alien they may be but they were certainly attached to him. For some reason, he felt that there was a time in his youth that he may have gotten close to having abdominals but never fully achieved the definition that he now had.

A little sip of the tea fixed that.

Of course I have abs. I do two hundred crunches and two hundred reverse crunches each day.

You need good core strength when you're flying.

He frowned.

Wait… I fly?

Any further thoughts were interrupted by the faint sound of sizzling and a strong, savory and spicy scent filling his nostrils. Sweetness mixed with savory scents that could only be achieved from a blend of brown sugar and soy sauce assaulted his senses, compelling him to lift his head and flare his nostrils. Sizzling sounds like thousands of tiny bits of popcorn grew closer and he watched in absolute amazement as the Host wheeled around a cart where sat his main course.

Based on a rustic wooden tray sat a black, cast-iron plate that was skill incredibly hot. Sitting in a nicely heaped pile was some deep, brown piece of meat cut thinly and glistening with a dark sauce. Dotting the space between each slice were fresh onions, broccoli, bell peppers and shallots adding much needed color to the dish. Residual heat from the plate continued to cook the dish. The Host reached down with a pair of tongs and stirred the dish, an angry sizzle rising from the display and distributing the sauce all over the meat and vegetables so that every little piece had a little bit of a char on them to add a smoky flavor. The display was not over, as the Host retrieved what appeared to be a bottle of sweet red wine and immediately uncorked it. With the plate still sizzling, he tipped the deep green bottle onto the dish, swirling it so that the crimson liquid came down in spirals. It was not enough to drench the plate entire but enough that the sizzling grew even angrier at the sudden application of liquid that was much cooler.

Whoa…

Dane was just about to ask if the intention was for the residual heat of the plate to cook off the alcohol and wonder if that would be enough when the Host pulled out one of those long-nozzle lighters. A premonition of the future immediately the former-office-worker and he immediately pulled away from the table. Naked flames were added to the dish and -

Fwooosh!

Solar flares would have shied away at the ensuing conflagration but Dane found himself oddly fascinated by the explosion. Brief as it was, the fire left a strong scent of meat, Asian-inspired spices and the faintest hint of alcohol in the air. All of his self-control had to be devoted to keeping his hands planted firmly by his side, clutching his utensils while he waited for the Host to lift the dish off the wooden tray and set it carefully right in front of him. Distance was key as the plate continued to sizzle even now. Splattering meat, fat rendering right in front of him, sent a hot rain of juices away from the central, metal plate. Somehow, not a single droplet fell on the table itself, instead relegating every projectile of savory extract to the wooden tray. Almost as an afterthought, the Host deposited a white bowl beside the tray heaped with a mountain of white rice with little purple specs dispersed within and a cap of a green and white seasoning.

“Here we have your main course," the kangaroo said, sweeping his large paw over the meal. “Sizzling Mongolian beef served with steamed rice. Our beef consists of the finest cut of Wagyu-grade beef cut into the perfect bite-sized strips to ensure it does not overcook and become dry while maintaining its integrity. The beef is marinaded overnight and then lightly coated in cornstarch, egg white and oils. It is then cooked before being combined with fresh onions, garlic, crisp bell betters, steamed broccoli and a dash of sesame seeds. After a brief sear, they are served on the heat-conducting plate you see before you which continues to cook the ingredients to give it a strong sear. Our Mongolian sauce is then added on top which consists of a combination of brown sugar, soy sauce, garlic, cornstarch and ginger to elevate the aromatics of the dish. Lastly, as a finishing touch as you just saw, I poured some strong red cooking wine with a high sugar content to cling onto the meat and set it alight. This allows the alcohol to cook very quickly while the sugars create a velvety sauce that clings onto the dish for that extra depth of flavor while also deglazing the plate so that you might enjoy an additional smokiness in the sauce."

The Host gestured at the bowl of rice that seemed almost so insignificant compared to the living dish before him. “As a side and to offer respite against the strong taste of the beef, we have here a bowl of steamed white rice that is served with bits of sweet, pickled plums. Additionally, we have added a light dusting of dried seaweed flakes and sesame seeds to add umami to the dish and further compliment the main dish. This combination hopes to take a different angle on the idea of 'hot food'. Whereas the first course was distinctly spicy, this one plays more on the temperature definition of the term 'hot'. We call this 'Inner Fire'. I recommend waiting a few more moments for the dish to settle before eating it as fast as possible to fully enjoy the 'sizzling' of the dish. Please, enjoy."

Oh god… It smells so good!

A crime was being committed for every second that Dane wasn't shoveling a portion of the rice and meat into his mouth but somehow, he resisted. Resigning himself to inhaling the smells of the dish before him, he flared his nostrils and closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the perfect blend of sweet and savory was absolutely exquisite. Smell was not the only sense being stimulated however. Constant sizzling formed a cacophony of sounds that prickled at his ears.

God. I want it in me right now_!_

Even without touching the food, its effect on Dane was clearly visible causing the Host to smile as the kangaroo retreated silently. Each flare of the office worker's nostrils expanded the openings a little more. Bit by bit, his nostrils encroached upon the mass of his nose, growing pointed and even flattening out his nose a little into an almost serpentine or crocodillian appearance. New flexibility crept into his ears. They twitched and jerked in tandem with the staccato of the sizzling. Pulled by the mesmerizing song of the dish, the the rounded edges of his ears inched away from his skull, the curves and valleys of a regular human ear vanishing as it became longer, more pointed and almost leaf-like. Earlobes were absorbed and for a moment, he was struck by a sense of vertigo as the inner workings of the organs were adjusted and his balance was momentarily thrown awry.

Hunger and a salivating mouth quickly brushed aside the feeling and he grabbed the chopsticks left by the Host in one hand while cupping the warm bowl of rice in the other. With a deft hand, he grabbed a slice of still-sizzling meat, a bit of onion and a slice of bell pepper dipped it lightly in the seasoned rice and then brought it to his lips. No hesitation stalled his movements and the moment the dish hit his tongue, he threw his head back in ecstasy.

Explosions of flavor erupted in his mouth. At the forefront was the delectable, velvety sauce. Silky smooth and almost like a syrup. Dominated by the strong taste of beef, it held complex tones of ginger while giving a faint smokiness from being cooked on the hot platter. Some form of chili was in the back that left his tongue dancing but it was not the most prominent flavor. The mere feel of the beef in his mouth - so smooth, juicy while almost dissolving with the slightest of bites - was contrasted against the crisp onions and bell peppers. All of this was elevated by the umami of the rice. Instead of dulling the flavor, the fluffy, cloud-like grains actually absorbed it. Mixed with the seaweed and sesame seeds, the rice doubled the impact of the mouthful, giving it more body and compelling him to chew longer, keeping the taste on his tongue to be savored.

I want more of this! I didn't even know I was so hungry!

His chewing caused more and more blood to rush towards his cheeks, turning his skin a bright, unnatural red. Occupied by the pleasure bursting from his mouth, Dane never noticed as his lips began pushing forward, led by his slit-shaped nostrils. Crackling and snapping of bones were dulled by the orgasmic taste of the still hot, still-sizzling beef in his mouth. The pointed edge of his chin broadened, squaring to support the powerful teeth that were quickly growing to fill the space of his expanding jawline. Those same teeth sharpened, making it easier to tear through the tender, fatty meat with their pointed edges.

Swallowing did not stop the desire - the lust - for another mouthful and he growled with excitement as he once again reached out with his chopsticks. Once again, he grabbed some beef, this time seizing fleurette of broccoli as well as a sliver of onion. Not a single thought was spared to question how he could suddenly fit more into his mouth but as he lifted the morsel towards his lips, he opened his large jaw like the maw of the abyss eager to swallow an insignificant sailor. His tongue snaked out, stretching well past the normal expanse of a human, the faint tugging sensation along the organ being interpreted as a manifestation of his desire to taste the fireworks of flavor that was literally sizzling mere inches from him. A drop of the sauce landed on his tongue. Instincts took over and his neck snapped forward like a snake striking, closing his powerful jaws around the chopsticks and finally getting that blast of hot, sweet and savory that he desired.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmrff…" he moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his eyes and his eyelids shutting.

Well timed. With his eyes shut, the popping and cracking of his skull continued up his brow and eyesockets. Consumed by the party dancing in his mouth while his conscious mind was shoveling the flavored rice into his mouth, he didn't pay any attention to the faint discomfort that came from a thick, distinct muzzle coming to dominate his face. There was a moment when his chewing was disrupted as his features adjusted but that was quickly brushed aside as new instincts kicked in like he had grown up knowing how to tear into his meals with his draconic features. Bony spikes pushed out from beneath his eyebrows, shoving aside the strands of hair and leaving them to fall uselessly onto the ground. The row of spikes formed his new eyebrows with his brow itself thickening and stretching forward to shadow over his eyes.

Panting between mouthfuls and with slivers of steam leaving his lips from the sizzling food, he took a moment to compose himself. The heat was almost too much and he set down his chopsticks for a moment. Without thinking, he reached for the milk tea and took a sip from it. The sudden contrast from hot and cold caused his eyes to pop wide open, a mysterious red glow consuming his irises.

“Come on," he growled at himself after swallowing the mouthful of tea. “You've eaten hotter shit than this. You're a fucking dragon!"

Wait… I'm a dragon?

Of course he was a dragon. No human would have the long tongue he possessed or the strong masculine jawline.

But… I don't have scales?

As these thoughts were swirling around in his mind, he had already reached for another piece of the sizzling meat with some rice. Doubt was instantly washed away along with the closing of his glowing red eyes. To correct the lapse of confidence, the bright red colorations on his flushed cheeks grew harder, more solid, more tangible. A faint diamond appeared against his flesh just beneath his right eye. This diamond quickly hardened, growing stiff and glossy. Motions of chewing shifted this lone scale against his flesh, momentarily causing irritation. That irritation caused the surrounding skin to grow redder. An infection quickly spread from the lone scale, the flesh around it obtaining that same diamond-shaped tessellation, hardening rapidly before spreading further. Itching preceded the rapid change and for a brief moment, Dane swatted at his snout when the spreading red scales crossed it.

Fucking flies.

His features were consumed by the crimson scales in the expanse of time it took him to chew and swallow the mouthful. Yellow scales that were softer and more flexible than the red, armor-like scales spread down the underside of his jawline, quickly closing around his neck even before he started the next serving. The weight of his immense muzzle had inadvertently started tilting his head forward. A counterweight was needed. Ivory nubs began pushing past the scales just above his ears, gently pushing side the newly formed protective layer as they grew into four, sharp, spear-like horns. Their sudden addition pulled his head back, compelling him to puff out his pectorals more as he adopted a regal, almost arrogant stance. Back straight, head held high even while chewing, Dane's mind accepted his body's new default setting.

Little resistance was given as his skull's new shape allowed for a bigger brain. Eyelids fluttered not only from the next burst of flavor but also as his nerves were rapidly rewired, preparing for what was to come next. Dragons were fundamentally different from humans, after all. The expanding width of his skull caused his black hair to seemingly shrink back when compared to the limits of his four horns and pointed ears. Not a single hair was lost or regrown but instead shifted together to form a thick, lush mane that started from just above his brow and swept back down the back of his neck. Red scales led the way down his spine where the hairs traveled, fading into faint wisps about halfway down his back.

When he reached forward to grab another bite, he instinctively lurched towards table, bunching his back. Discomfort and tightness pulsed against his back like something was stuck beneath his shirt. A wrongness invaded his thoughts. Every part of him wanted to reach back and scratch the insistent itch that was right between his shoulder blades buts he did not want to stop the pace of consuming the sizzling beef. Time was against him. Every second he wasted not eating the delicious food was another second it got colder.

And cold was not Dane Zheng's thing.

Dane Zheng was hot.

Heat personified.

Yeah. I'm hot.

That one confirmation ended the stalemate between eating more of the delicious meal and scratching that persistent itch. Perhaps had he investigated what was wrong, he would have noticed just how broad his back had become or felt the mane that was down his neck. Maybe his human hand would have brushed against the horns he now possessed and he could have realized something was wrong. The spell of The Beastaurant could have been broken.

Instead, he chose to continue eating.

Another mouthful of the succulent meat accompanied by the rice with those candied plums that left his tongue tingling and refreshed for more triggered the growth across his back. Loud crackling like wood snapping and breaking echoed throughout the empty restaurant. The moans of the sole customer drowned it out somewhat but there was no denying the sound of bone growing.

Two nubs pressed up against his already strained shirt and jacket right between his shoulder blades. Both twisted, shifted; little peaks that were seemingly probing for any form of weakness in the garment. Dane's insatiable desire only pushed the new appendages further. Their probing grew more and more desperate as more and more mass was added. Each peak grew taller, the faintest outline of something like a finger pressing up against the gray jacket.

Rrrrrrip!

Ivory was the first to burst through the jacket. A spike similar to Dane's horns cut through the resilient jacket fabric, wiggling loose and pulling the red-scaled length of a long spike out with it. Suddenly free, the spike rapidly grew, stretching out from his back. It was quickly by its brother just behind the other shoulder. Two, long, red spears topped with white talons stretched for the roof before abruptly taking a bend and spawning four other 'fingers'. Webbed membrane as black as night connected each of the fingers, each wing spreading out wide enough to be at least double his arm length each. It was only natural. Someone as big as him needed to have equally big wings to maintain flight.

Yeah, that's right. I fly.

To support these enormous engines of flight, his back muscles needed to be equally as large. Mountains came surging out of the fragile surface that was his clothing. Massive traps split open his shirt and jacket right down the middle like a fissure. Widening lats widened the split while his rhomboids steeled themselves and grew to support the base of his wings. The gray jacket practically exploded off him. Spreading wings shook off the remnants of his clothing and he absently brushed off the fragments hanging off his meaty arms so that they would not get in the way of his meal. Completely bare-chested, Dane rolled his shoulders, blood rushing into his new appendages and his glowing red eyes momentarily unfocusing as he human memories once again conflicted with his budding-draconic body.

To curb this, he instinctively reached for his drink. A few popping bobba was thrown into his massive, dragon's jaw then came in the milk tea. The bobba popped against his sharp fangs, soothing his tastebuds which had been afire from his gorging. Respite was much needed and it cooled the raging war in his mind. Red light shone brighter from behind his irises and he recalled days spent soaring through the skies with his dad. It was a male dragon's pride to teach his brood to fly after all. Naturally, gender equality these days frowned upon such stereotypes but no one could take the high road on that topic against Dane. After all, he would never really have a kid of his own. Being gay meant he would either adopt or possibly donate sperm to have it inseminate someone else's egg.

Wait, I'm gay?

The disturbing question brought his attention back to his throbbing member. More questions were curbed, however, when his tongue reminded him of the distinct absence of stimulation. Obeying the call of the food, he reached for his chopsticks and the bowl of rice. Shoveling the food into his mouth before the sizzling could fade pushed aside those troubling thoughts and sent him spiraling into that eddy of flavor and euphoria. Prickling that mirrored the crackling of the lively dish crawled down his body. Swallowing the next mouthful sent that sensation rippling out from his throat, spreading all over his chest. Following the path of the morsel, the creamy, yellowish scales that covered the underside of his jaw rushed down to kiss his collarbone. There, they split to wrap around the edges of his pectorals, cresting the mountainous plates of solid chest muscles before sliding down towards his abdominals. Spreading over his nipples, the infection of scales blackened the sensitive nubs. Exposed as they were to the cool air of the restaurant, each of black, downward-pointing teats hardened like diamonds. Strands of hair exploded out from between the compressed valley of his pectorals, a thick bush spreading over his pectorals to contrast against the bright yellow scales while also drawing attention to his dark nipples.

Red scales rapidly spread over his shoulders spreading from the single line that ran down his spine and spreading outward from his wings. They seemingly struggled to crest the monumental width of his lats, visibly slowing as they curled around his flanks and just barely touched where the yellow scales ended. Those same scales wrapped around his shoulders, highlighting the scalloped edges of his deltoids. Mobility was momentarily impeded as those same scales spread down his thick, meaty arms. Pins and needles crawled down his biceps as the scales wrapped around the thick veins on his arms, compressing them and stalling the flow of blood if only for a brief moment. Those veins fought back with a vengeance and exploded back, pressing against the scales and forcing them to contour around each defined blood vessel. This was especially true around his forearms as the scales fought a losing battle against his the bulging veins.

The advancing biological armor was momentarily stalled at his wrists as his fingers continued to move with his desire to eat. Flavor and savoriness overwhelmed his tongue once more and it was once again time to take a moment to give his senses a reprieve. In the moment it took for him to set down the bowl and his chopsticks to reach for his drink, the scales pounced. Crimson plates swept up his big hands, closing around his fingernails until they were completely gone. Softer, more flexible yellow scales covered the face of his palms. Ivory talons burst from his fingertips and momentarily brushed against the metal his tea was contained within.

Whoa… I gotta be careful. Don't want to scratch the metal with my claws.

Conflict once again roiled in his mind between a life without clawed hands and being forced as a kid to file down his talons to avoid accidentally goring anyone. This war was quickly ended when he took another sip and the glow of red in his eyes was reignited. In his line of work, keeping his claws filed down to a reasonable length and sharpness was needed. As much as he loved to play up the intimidating dragon persona, he wanted to be approachable. People were less likely to make deals with someone if they felt like they were being coerced. Predatory consumerism was something he absolutely reviled and the only time 'Dominant Dane' or 'Dom Dane' came out was when he had to out-muscle some fat cats who thought they were pieces of golden shit.

Yeah. I put them in their place because they need my money.

As he set down his drink, his stomach rumbled. Each pop of the bobba in his jaws caused a likewise reaction in his abdominal muscles. When one of those flavorful spheres burst and melded their burst of sweetness with the smoothness of the milk tea, one of his abdominal muscles likewise popped outward, a solid square block of masculine meat pushing itself against his skin.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Dane grunted softly, the stiffening of his abs reinforced his straightening posture. Alien memories and thoughts of doing crunches upside down in his lavished penthouse apartment downtown seemed so wrong and yet he couldn't justify how else he would have a perfect set of cobblestone abdominals.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Six perfectly square, symmetrical abdominal muscles formed the perfect wall that led straight towards his strained briefs. A soft groan rose from his throat as he picked up his chopsticks and the bowl once more, both feeling strangely small in his grasp. The next bite of the beef brought him halfway through the dish and halfway to completion. The thrust of his hips was completely involuntary and nearly had the tip of his dick bump up against the underside of the table.

All the sizzling and tingling seemed crawled down his frame, a chill down his spine. This chill coalesced around the base of his spine where it built into an intense pressure. Completely against his years of perfect posture, Dane leaned forward, rising slightly out of his seat as the mounting discomfort manifested in a writhing nub that pressed up against the seat of his pants.

“Oh…" he moaned with his jaw full of the dish. “Oh god… Oh god!"

Faint hairs continued to crawl down his spine, resuming their trek and disappearing beneath the lines of his slacks. Only a few seconds passed before…

Rrrrrrrip!

A long, flexible appendage burst beneath the gray fabric. Shreds of his underwear and pants dropped onto the floor as the long, red-scaled tail with a yellow underside curled slowly through the hole in the seat that seemed specifically built for dragons like him. The same black hairs that had made a mane down his spine sprang up once more just at the base of his spine and trailed all the way down his abnormally long tail. Long as he was tall, the appendage spoke of his Asian heritage. Having a father who was a European Dragon and a mother who was an Asian Dragon had given him the best of both worlds with hi father's good bodybuilding genes and his mother's long, flexible tail that waved behind him like a banner whenever he flew through the skies… or when he coiled them around his lovers and made them his during some kinky sex.

Always hated that damn thing when I was young because it was so damn long but now…

… Fuck. I love making men mine.

A butterfly emerging from his cocoon, the eruption of his tail peeled away the remainder of his pants. The shredded garment seemed to just give up and allowed gravity to pull them off his waist and past his thighs thanks to his slightly standing position. Awkward as the stance may have been, years of doing squats had steeled his immense thighs to endure such punishing poses. Somehow, he just knew when to sit his bare, scaly rump back down; when his pants fell down to his knees and he could shuck them off with ease.

Another mouthful quickly followed and he became aware of the wrongness of his shoes. A curious gaze would have made it towards his feet when he spied his big still-human cock throbbing untouched in front of him. His scaly brow furrowed.

Something's… wrong…

Dane blinked a few times, chewing on his mouthful thoughtfully. Right before his eyes, the eight-inch member pulsed and inched higher and higher. As it stretched, the flesh along its length grew a brighter red, veins and flesh straining until it almost became smooth and glossy. The blunt mushroom-shaped head of a human's cock tapered more towards a point but still maintained the distinct helmet-like glands that flared out from his pointed dick. Cool air from the restaurant did nothing to douse the raging need and heat radiating from his cock even as its immense length peeked over the edge of the table. Drips of precum oozed onto the mahogany furniture. The tip bumped lightly against the edge of the table. Sensitive flesh immediately fired every neuron up and down his colossal shaft. A lewd grin crossed his lips even as he carefully picked up another mouthful of food, careful not to drip any of the sizzling sauce onto his very erect member.

Though would that really be so bad?

The sauce was hot temperature wise. Burning his own cock was a stupid idea no matter how erotic it lapping up some of those delicious juices off his dick mixed with some of his own 'juices' may sound.

But something is still wrong.

As he munched on the next mouthful, he stared at his crotch in puzzlement. Never mind his expanding thighs or the rigid definition up and down his quads. It certainly wasn't the rapidly inflating balls covered in yellow scales with a black 'ballhawk' - a line of thick black hairs running from the base of his dick vertically around the frame of his scrotum. There was still something wrong with his cock.

Something began pulsing adjacent to his dick. Throbbing deep beneath his skin pushed and pressed up against his flesh much like how his wings and tail had wormed their way out of his back. This sensation was vastly different, however; far more pleasurable. Instead of relief erupting as that something began pressing up against his flesh, distending the pale skin covered in dense, black hairs, there was a mounting pressure that only increased the urgency of his need for release. Each mouthful of the savory, saucy beef that he took only seemed to exponentially increase this desire. What should have been a moment of shock or confusion when the flesh fresh right above his cock seemed to peel open to reveal an opening rife with his musk and oozing with his precum was instead filled with a sensation of intense satisfaction and rightness. From his genital slit, rose another bright red, fleshy pole that was a twin to its brother. His second cock, just as big as the other, rose all the way to the same height as his first, oozing precum and looking just as bestial as his first dick.

Every dragon needed two dicks.

Now that looks right.

This resolution allowed the scales that covered his torso to sweep down his groin, covering the genital area in much smoother, creamy scales that were far more flexible to avoid any sort of chaffing whenever he needed to grind his twin monster members into someone. The dense bush of curly black hairs straightened, becoming more like a thick mane around his slit. Some human part of him what would happen when his cocks went flaccid and receded back into him. A moment of fear and being mistaken as a woman crashed into his mind, derailing his pleasure until he was reminded of the very big, very hefty balls that forced his legs to spread quite wide - to manspread as it were. It was only natural for an airborne dragon like him for his cocks to recede into himself. Having big, floppy dicks swinging around while he was flying would increase drag and decrease his stability. One could argue that his ballsac probably didn't help matters but he was proud of his physique. There was nothing feminine about him. Women were respected in his world - his father had raised a gentleman. Misogynistic, predatory parasites like Liam and Victor caused the bile to build in his stomach.

Those fucking assholes. I've seen how they look at woman.

They need a good dicking.

The red and yellow scales ran down his monstrous legs, sweeping over his quads and down his calves. The softer, creamy scales kept to his inner thighs, forced to be a little softer because of how often the titanic limbs would rub against one another. The harder, crimson plates remained solidly around the rest of his legs, steeling around his enormous calves that were perfect for launching off the ground and leaping into the air. The scales momentarily disappearing beneath the rim of his shoes that stubbornly held onto his feet.

That would not last long.

RRRRRRRRRIP!

Big, ivory talons burst from the tongue of his dress shoes, completely shredding the leather without a care. Powerful toes quickly followed, splitting open the cocoon of footwear and finally breaking free. He idly shook off the remnants of his shoes, stomping the ground with his might, red-scaled feet against the ground.

His big grin faded, however, when his chopstick brushing up against the empty rice bowl in his hand. He glanced from the bowl over to the sizzling plate and only then did he notice that there was an absence of the melodious sound that had reminded him of a crackling fire.

“Well shit…"

“Is everything alright, sir?" asked the Host, enigmatically materializing.

A confident, charming grin crossed Dane's draconic features. Completely ignoring the fact that he was completely naked and both his cocks were squirting precum onto his legs and the polished, red floors, Dane said, “Naw, my man! Everything was amazing! It was so fucking delicious that I didn't even notice that I had finished! Don't suppose I could get seconds?"

The Host gave him a gentle smile. “Unfortunately no, sir."

Dane snapped a finger dramatically. “Well darn." He set down the chopsticks and rice bowl. “Then bring on dessert! I'm ready!"

“As you wish. Don't forget your drink."

How could I? It's like a dragon's treasure. And I am a dragon.

“Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, already picking up some of the popping bobba.

The host packed up the remnants of the dish and quickly left Dane to taking his last few sips of the drink. His new, enlarged muzzle could easily gulp down the last of the bobba and fill any gaps with the rest of the milk tea. The red glow in his eyes was reignited with such ferocity that some of the light shone through his shut eyes. Sweet, milky flavor doused the flames that were raging in his mind; flames that came from realizing that the transport company he had decided to invest in was sending their 'top' salesmen to negotiate the contract. Those men were, of course, Liam Hall and Victor Gilliam. Two, cut-throat, money-grubbing, arrogant men who would do anything for a buck and maintain their own reputations. Just a little bit of research on the internet and through some of his contacts in the investment world had told him how those two would cut people from their workforce despite all the good work they did so that all the accolades for the subordinate's work would go to them while they would also get praised for cutting costs.

Fuck those two. I could easily demand to meet someone else. Hell, I could pull out of the meeting now if I wanted.

But that wouldn't be professional. Building a reputation in the world of business as a calm, collected and shrewd investor was a hard thing to do and he didn't want rumors floating about on why he chose to pull out of an opportunity with one of the biggest transport companies in the country. No, he had to approach this tactfully, intelligently. Ambition drove him to swallow his disgust and aim for a goal beyond these two middle-management cronies who valued their bank accounts more than their people. A plan was already formulating in his mind and it solidified by the time the last traces of the milk tea had vanished down his throat.

Just in time as the Host returned with a large, deep, light-blue bowl with what could only be considered a golden sphere at its very center. It was clear from the onset that this sphere was something friend. An odd choice for a dessert. Swirls of ruby-red sauce were drizzled around the sphere with fleck of what appeared to be chillies within it. Compared to the other dishes, this seemed a little mundane.

“For dessert, we have friend ice cream," the Host said, gesturing at the sphere and offered Dane a spoon. “This is delicate red bean ice cream coated in a panko crumb and flash fried to perfection. The sauce you see around it is a sauce made from pureed strawberries that were infused with chillies to give a little bit of a spice without being too overwhelming. Please enjoy."

Dane had his doubts but everything about the meal thus far had been absolutely spectacular. The spicy punch of the jalapeno poppers and the sizzling heat of the Mongolian beef still lingered on his tongue, seemingly heightened by the power and sweetness of the milk tea. Hopefully the meal would finish off with a bang instead of a splutter. Excitement rippled throughout his entire body, causing his wings to quiver and his long, serpentine tail to curl anxiously around the legs of his chair. Vibrations rolled down his chiseled, scaly chest and quaked up both his erect rods. Anticipation coiled every muscle and nerve in his body like a spring, a sensation akin to that glorious moment before euphoric release.

The silvery edge of the spoon bit into the golden crust of the fried ice cream, a beautiful crackling echoing through his ears that heralded back to the sizzling of the main course. Light indigo, smooth ice cream was revealed beneath with little flecks of the sweet, red beans within. Dane was careful to coat the spoonful with some of the sauce as he brought it to his lips. Quivering, he closed his jaws around the spoon.

Boom.

Contrary to the plain appearance of the dish, the single mouthful was simply packed with flavor. The crust around the ice cream alone was infused with honey and what appeared to be a light hint of mango. It wasn't until his tongue brushed up against it that he realized that there were little shards of dried mango amongst the panko flakes, giving it that more golden appearance and bridging his tastebuds onto the smooth, creaminess of the red bean ice cream. Sweet, milky but at the same time mellow, the frozen treat had a bold flavor that wasn't overwhelmingly sweet or earthy as was typical of red beans. It rounded out the flavor of the bite itself while opening his taste buds to the finishing touch; the spicy, strawberry chili sauce. Rollercoasters couldn't have simulated a better rise and fall as the mellow ice cream spiked rapidly to the powerful fruitiness of the strawberries before it abruptly nosedived into the faint heat of the chillies which led to a long-lasting burn that reached all the way to the back of his throat and even up his nostrils.

Senses already wound tight by his anticipation, this rapid peak and fall of flavor had him on the verse of cumming at that very moment. Unwittingly, his hips bucked in tandem with the ups and downs his tongue danced to. Somehow, he kept himself from orgasming at that moment but it took all his effort to not unleash his load there and then.

A pity, then, that his hand had already scooped up another spoonful. Just as the rollercoaster car was reaching the bottom of the tracks, that spoon plunged back into his muzzle and he was suddenly shooting through the loop again. His hips thrust into the air as the sharp punch of the mango-infused crust lifted him off the ground. Following this was the short dip of the mellow red bean ice cream. A moment later, he was zooming back up, carried by the sweetness of the strawberries then send plunging back down on the tide of the spicy chillies.

“Oh fuck…" he moaned softly, his hips slamming against the chair beneath him. “Oh fuck me… This is… this is…"

The spoon, full of ice cream and sauce, plunged once more into his muzzle, his hands moving without his conscious command.

“Mmmmmmmmmrf!"

Rising with the crust, his hips bucked, thick precum oozing from his twin dicks. He fell back, bare rump pressing up against the chair as he wound up with the creamy ice cream.

FUCK!

On the sweet note of the strawberries, he thrust his hips hard enough that his back arched and the momentum send the waves of cum shooting from his dicks high into the air. Molten globules of his seed rained back down around him, homing in on the shreds of clothing that had been left on the ground from his earlier growth. Each droplet seemed to dissolve the cloth, eating away at it into nothingness. Leather from his shoes merely faded out of existence. Metal from his belt buckle became transparent before utterly disappearing. Buttons that had soared several feet away were targeted and vanished. Not a single drop of his seed was wasted and none of them landed on the glistening dessert. Streams of cum continued to spew from his twin dicks, his hips frozen in midair as the force of his orgasm kept him suspended.

_Fuck! Fuckity-fuck-_fuck!

Fluids were being drained from his scale-covered balls and the demand for cum was still as strong as the first blast. His balls demanded sustenance and his body had nothing else to give… until he swallowed the spoonful of ice cream. The descending morsel dragged slivers of the old Dane Zheng down his gullet, the cool nature of the mouthful being drawn towards the volcano that was his cock. One could argue that it was just his body naturally sending something to cool the overheating genitals but in reality, it was the strange magic of The Beastaurant dragging the timid, quiet but diligent office worker out of the massive draconic body and pumping him into the balls of the dragon to be transformed into man-cream. Seconds later, the liquefied memories were shot out of his dicks, leaving him with a strange sense of relief and freedom.

“Shit…" Dane grumbled. “Fuck me… That was… Intense…" Bright red eyes narrowed down to slits as he eyed the dish before him. Half was gone and his body was heaving like he had just flown clear across the Pacific Ocean. Growling to himself, he plunged the spoon down into the fried ice cream, bisecting the remaining half in two and making sure the golden crust was smothered in the strawberry chili sauce.

“I am not gonna be beaten by a fucking dessert!" he announced.

The large portion was shoved right into his mouth.

GODAMNITFUCK!

He thought he was ready. He thought he was spent. He thought the rollercoaster ride had gotten stale after having gone on it multiple times now.

He was very wrong.

Dane had to shut his eyes and throw his head back as every last drop of strength in his body was immediately pooled towards his cocks and balls. The crust, ice cream and sauce took him for familiar yet-still-thrilling ride but with the increased volume of food, the peaks and falls were far more intense. His hips slammed hard into the chair beneath him, cracking the seat while his tail coiled around the chair leg so tightly that it began to snap at the wood. This was just the wind-up to yet another explosive orgasm.

Jesus-Christ-and-all-his-fucking-angels!

Hot seed that he didn't know he still had came bubbling up from his balls, churning through the entire length of his members and burst out of the pointed tips in a stream of violent volleys. Each splatter homed in on his body, swerving in midair to slammed straight onto his chest, face and arms. Two large drops splattered against his left ear where they solidified and pierced the sensitive flesh. No pain was felt as the cum solidified into two golden rings that dangled from the flexible appendage. Those that landed on his arms migrated towards his wrists. The one on his right gathered and formed into an expensive-looking black and gold Rolex watch. The first truly 'expensive' thing he had ever purchased for himself the moment he had earned his first million as one of the best investors in the Americas. Shivers ran down his left arm as the cum slithered over his big, muscled scales and coalesced his ring fingers to form a two big rings, one silver and the other gold. Marriage suited him and helped keep him grounded in the cut-throat world of the stock market. His husband, Nick, was always there to remind him of his humble beginnings and that no matter how many people he fucked - both literally and figuratively - he was still a good person inside.

Splatters on his chest migrated down his abdominals, passing through the forest of chest hair and quickly slivering down his backside. His hips immediately launched back into the air as the cum slivered up through his crack, plunging deep inside of him where it formed the familiar shape of a solid butt plug, pressing up against his prostate and reminding all too much of the feeling of his husband's dick deep inside of him. Another of Nick's reminders that no one fucked Dane Zheng - except for his husband. The surprise of having the invasive device inside of him faded as his muscles instinctively settled into the sensation; something that he was more than used to given how he basically had to have his Nick put it inside of him every morning after the fucked in the shower.

'Anal Courage', Nick called it.

Now that only a quarter of the fried ice cream remained, Dane could no longer hold back the beast inside. Despite having orgasmed twice in the past few moments, the relief he felt and the lingering afterglow did not feel complete. More had to be ejected and he could feel himself on the edge of true release. Knowing exactly what would complete his euphoric experience only made him throw the spoon aside, grab the plate in both hands and immediately bring the dish to his muzzle. His long, flexible tongue lapped up the remaining fired ice cream, letting it roll into his cheek while it went to work slurping up the rest of the sauce.

Yes! Fuck yes!

The plate fell from his grasp the moment the last drop of sauce was consumed, seemingly descending at the same pace that the last mouthful of the dessert plunged down his throat and into his stomach. His hands immediately went to clutch the lengths of his cocks, squeezing them hard as jets of his seed came shooting out of the tips. The dish shattered on the ground to the sound of his tremendous roar of ecstasy.

“I'm a dragon!" he roared, eyes glowing a bright red.

Cum sprayed out of his dick almost like a blanket. It smothered him, somehow avoiding his open muzzle even as it coated every other part of him in a dense, white layer. Somehow, it even managed to migrate down his legs and over his feet despite his twin dicks pointing in the opposite direction. Warmth from his own seed finally triggered the much anticipated release of chemicals that filled his mind with the foggy haze of afterglow. Even has his hips bucked over and over again, spewing more and more cum to add to the cocoon that was enveloping him, Dane was long gone, his eyes closing as he drifted off into a sort of micro-sleep. Wave after wave of cum continued to ooze of his cock until his hips could buck no more through sheer exhaustion. His seed merely dripped all over his dicks, coating them in the same white, goo as the rest of his body.

The dragon slowly eased to stillness, only the rise and fall of his chest indicating that he was still alive. With its host sedated, the seed went to work. The goo all over his face seeped into his scales, making sure that they were glossy, shiny and absolutely perfect. As it retreated from his face, a tight, white, collared shirt appeared from within the goo, a bright red tie to match his scales wrapped closely around his neck. Over the collar was a well-fitting black suit, tailored for his immense size and large wings. The fabric was specially made to reduce drag when he was flying and to maintain body heat. A silver belt buckle wrapped around his waist, binding black slacks around his powerful thighs. Exhausted and spend cocks receded into his genital slit, the cum solidifying to form the front of the slacks complete with zipped up fly. Those same slacks had enough room for his long, furry tail. Even the seed that had wrapped around his feet quickly shaped themselves into black socks and similarly dark shoes, fitting perfectly around his enormous, clawed feet while still providing enough room for him to quickly launch off the ground and take to the air.

The red glow in his eyes faded, leaving them a searing golden yellow that fluttered and drifted beneath his scaly eyelids.

“How was your meal, sir?"

The question immediately woke the dragon and he momentarily glanced around, recomposing himself.

What…? Where…?

The dark-furred marsupial that was the Host stood in front of him. Memories were instantly triggered. His meeting with Victor and Liam was after lunch and he had arrived far too early. Hunger drove him to this little out-of-the-way restaurant where he had the the most amazing, food-coma-inducing meal of his life. Typically oriental in style but far more modern in delivery, the three-course meal had been mind blowing. Within a few hours, he'd be hungry again, of that there was no doubt but at the moment, he was ready to go back home, curl up next to his husband and sleep until the next month.

“It was fantastic," he groaned, rising out of his seat. The shattered remnants of the plates crunched beneath his feet and he blushed apologetically. “Sorry. I think I may have eaten a bit much and drifted off to sleep. Must've knocked the plate off the table. It was that damn good!"

The Host gave him an enigmatic smile. “It happens more often than you might think." He lifted a paw as Dane was reaching for his wallet. “No need, sir. We've already settled up. Please, enjoy the rest of your day."

Dane lifted a scaly eyebrow. “You sure? I can pay."

“I am sure. You have already left quite a sizable tip as is."

Unwilling to argue, Dane thanked the Host and stepped back out into the noisy expanse of the city. Beeping from his phone reminded him that his meeting was quickly approaching. Part of him wanted to just cancel and reschedule.

If I'm going to be exposed to a bunch of dicks, I'd rather it be from Nick than those two assholes.

But he had a reputation to uphold and this was a very good opportunity. With a shrug and a roll of his shoulders, he spread his wings and lifted off the small patio right in front of The Beastaurant, soaring towards the building of the company. Far beneath him, the quaint, red-brick front of the restaurant he had just left vanished like the city healed over a wound. Dozens of bystanders walked past the vanishing store but none of them payed attention to it or even noticed it. For Dane 'Dai' Zheng, it didn't matter. The meal he had life changing.

Another satisfied customer.

Dessert

These days, helicopter pads in urban parts of the city were seldom used by actual helicopters. Airborne species like dragons, birds and certain types of insects usually used them instead especially if these particular species preferred to fly. Social justice warriors and the Karens of the world would call it discrimination but in reality, when your very anatomy and physical health demanded the use of limbs built for flying, taking advantage of every opportunity to flex them was a blessing. Arguments could be made around using gym equipment to build flight muscles but there was a difference between actually fighting against gravity to stay in the air than lifting weights. Plus it made for a great full-body workout.

It was this in mind that Dane 'Dai' Zheng landed on the rooftop entrance to the company building. He folded his wings, adjusted his tie and approached the entrance with his head held high and his expectation higher. A receptionist was waiting for him beyond a revolving glass door and an atrium.

“May I help you?" asked the woman.

“Dane Zheng," he replied curtly and with a charming smile. “I believe I have a 2 o'clock with Victor Gilliam and Liam Hall."

She made a show of checking her computer but everyone knew it was just a common tactic to show power towards a client. “Ah," came the short reply. “Yes. Please have a seat, Mr. Zheng. Mr. Gilliam and Mr. Hall will be with you shortly."

Of course he'd be made to wait. Even though he was right on time, he had to wait. Another power move.

Five minutes later, the panda that was Victor Gilliam and elk that was Liam Hall came out of the elevator side by side.

“Mr. Zheng!" exclaimed Victor, the senior of the two while putting on a bright smile and thrusting a paw out. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Sorry to make you wait. We were just getting out of another meeting with a client."

“Boy that guy could talk," laughed Liam, chiming in right on schedule. “I'm Liam Hall."

“Victor Gilliam," added the panda.

Dane didn't shake either of their hands and merely straightened his suit. “I'm sure your other client appreciated your attentiveness. I hope you extend the same courtesy to me." He adjusted his tie. “Shall we?"

The two froze a moment while Victor still held out his paw. When it became apparent they weren't about to shake hands, the panda withdrew his hand by smoothly gesturing towards the elevator. “Of course, this way Mr. Zheng. May I call you Dane?"

“No."

The two men froze.

Then Dane gave them both a charming smile. “Just call me 'Dai'. Everyone does."

Both men immediately relaxed and their grins came back.

“Oh, of course," Liam laughed. “Is that…?"

“Chinese," Dane responded, following their lead towards the elevator. “My mother is of Chinese descent. Moved her when she was young. My father is American, however. That's how I got the build of a western dragon but the tail of an eastern." For emphasis, he curled his long, serpentine tail through the air, not so subtly brushing the long hairs along the tail against both of their shoulders.

“Oh, that makes sense," Victor replied, fighting hard not to flinch away from the gesture. “If you don't mind me saying so, Dai, you strike quite the striking figure. The perfect blend of Chinese-American heritage."

Resorting to flattery. The last stand in a losing battle and a desperate attempt to curry favor. Clearly, Dane had the advantage now.

“Not all my good looks can be attributed to me genes," Dane said, lifting one arm and flexing it for both men. His biceps alone were bigger than either of their heads. “Hard work and dedication helped me get these."

It finally dawned on Liam just how much bigger Dane was to the elk. Even with those antlers, Dane was taller and wider than the lean, athletic build of the businessman. There was a spark of jealousy in the man's eyes and perhaps a little bit of desire. As for Victor, the panda audibly cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. Fear was hidden beneath the otherwise stoic features.

The elevator dinged and the two men led him to an office with frosted glass walls and a view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. A cabinet filled with expensive wines and alcohols sat off to the side and that was the first thing that Victor gravitated towards. Dane fought off the urge to roll his eyes. Offering expensive spirits as part of business negotiations was so forty-years ago and spoke of the dated outlooks of these two. Victor he could understand as the panda had to be in his mid-fifties. But Liam who had to be a year or two older than him was disappointingly reaching for some cigars and already offering Dane one.

“I don't smoke," replied the dragon, holding up a paw. “I may be a dragon but I'm well aware of the dangers of smoking. Hard to keep airborne if you're constantly coughing and spluttering in midair."

“Ah," Liam said, setting down the cigar and pushing the box aside. “I can sympathize. My great-grandfather died of lung cancer caused by smoking."

Then why did you offer me a cigar!?

Keeping his opinion to himself, he nonetheless took the glass of what smelled like whiskey with a perfectly spherical block of ice in it from Victor. He didn't take a sip from it and just deposited it on the small glass table between him and the two negotiators for the company.

“Tell us about yourself, Dai," Victor said, taking a sip from his glass. “Why are you interested in the company?"

Nope. Not going that way.

“Let's cut the bullshit, Victor," he said evenly. “You know who I am. You wouldn't have come tot his meeting unprepared. You've done your research and if you haven't, you're far stupider than I thought you were." That caused the panda to choke on the small amount of whiskey that he had sipped. “You know full well that you need me more than I need you. I've got investments and connections in all sorts of industries and your meager transport company could benefit from those contacts. I could open doors for your trucks, trains and convoys to carry electronics, agriculture and other shit all over the world instead of your current routes here on the East Coast. Crisis Shipping could offer me a far more expansive portfolio than you can."

Before Liam could respond, Dane held up a finger.

“So you may be asking why I'm even entertaining you two. It's simple."

Dane lifted his legs off the ground and brought his feet solidly on the coffee table between them.

“I don't just want a contract with you. I want the company."

The two men, two middle-managers, exchanged glances. This was far above their pay grade.

“P - perhaps this is a discussion better had with one of our senior partners?" offered Liam.

“No," Dane said, poking a claw at the armrest of his chair. “This is between you two and me. I'll lay it out for you both. If you sign me up, you get full credit. I can guarantee you will both earn this company billions. But I won't just be another guy you signed up. I'll own this place within a year. I wonder forget either of you either. Play your cards right and you could easily become partners yourself or even sit on the board. But if you walk out that door and call someone else into this, I'm walking. Like I said, you need me more than I need you. If you want my money, you're going to have to earn it and the first thing you've got to show me is some balls."

Liam swallowed hard and turned to Victor, his senior. The panda's features were unreadable for all of a few seconds.

Then ambition sparked behind those dark eyes.

“What do you want?"

That's more like it.

“What is the biggest commodity in the world today?" Victor asked.

Victor's answer was instantaneous. “Oil."

Dane could only snort in derision. “Typical American answer." He tapped the side of his head. “It's data, moron. Everyone wants data. Advertisers, governments and even other goddamn transport companies. They want your data. They want to know what you know. What I want to do is take this company into transporting data."

“What do you mean? That doesn't make sense."

“That's above your pay grade. But I'm going to evolve this company that's dying because it's stuck in the 1950's. Billions in just the next three years, Victor. I guarantee it."

Mustering some courage, the panda said, “Bold claims."

“I make big moves and always get even bigger returns. You know my track record."

They did. Of course they did. Dane Zheng was one more the richest men in the world. His interest in the company had come right out oft he blue and the company had bounced on the idea of having such wealthy investor pump money into their flailing company. Now the price was made clear. Dane wanted to change the company in its entirety.

“If we say 'yes'," Victor began, “What do we need to do?"

“Expanding the IT department for one," said Dane. “I'll provide the funds to kick off the hiring process. We'll hired some new blood out of college as well. We'll get great returns on their raw talent. We're going to stop this 'three-year-promotion' bullshit as well. People's achievements deserve to be recognized every quarter if not financially at least in company-wide." The look of shock on their features tilted the power more towards his favor. “Yes, I know your business practices. Three years is too long and you're more likely to get people growing stale or stagnant in a three-year cycle. Further, hire some goddamn women! It's a sausage fest in here! Show some goddamn diversity!"

“Women?" Liam blurted. “Aren't you gay!?"

Ooooh… bad move there.

The elk immediately realized his mistake and jerked back in surprise. Victor looked about ready to punch his associate.

“About that," continued Dane. “We're going to start to openly support LGTBQ movements in the company as well. It'll attract more talent and when people are more comfortable about themselves at work, the more likely they are to give it their all."

“That all makes sense," Liam agreed, quick to recover. There was a bit of hesitation from the older Victor, however. “Anything else?"

“Yes," Dane responded, lifting his head with a dark grin on his face. “Lick my feet."

The two men immediately went rigid.

“I beg your pardon?" demanded the portly panda.

Here we go.

“I won't lie," Dane began. “I have heard about your business practices and I want to bring the company into modern times. But fossils like you two are hard to change. Especially you, Gilliam. I can't be supervising every single aspect of the company every minute of every day and you two are closer to the ground than I am. How do I know that you won't just revert to your old ways when I'm not looking? I do have an empire to manage, after all." The dragon spread his wings slowly, blotting out the sun and casing a shadow on the two. “Sure, you may tout the new changes and say you support every aspect of the change in management style but it'll all just be lip service. So as proof of that, I want you two to get down on your feet, pull off my shoes, put your muzzles against my toes and start licking."

A sadistic smirk crossed his draconic features. “And here's some extra incentive. That position on the board will be guaranteed to the one who pleasures me the most."

Liam was immediately on his feet. “This is absurd! That's highly unprofessional! I don't care if you're going to bring billions to this company! Nothing is worth our dignity! Isn't that right, Victor?"

There was no immediate response. After a few more seconds, the elk turned towards his senior with a wavering gaze. Victor swallowed loudly, tilted his head back and then downed the rest of his whiskey. Long seconds passed before the panda finally got every last drop out of the glass and slammed the vessel against the table. Fire burned behind his brown eyes; the fires of ambition fueled by experience in this field. When he got up from his seat, Liam looked vindicated… until the panda got back down on his knees and reached for Dane's shoes.

“Victor…?"

“If you don't want that seat, Liam," growled the panda, “you're free to leave. More for me."

Liam's muzzle twisted and curled in disgust… then he shook his head and fell to his knees right beside Victor. “Goddamnit to hell…"

Dane smirked to himself as both men pulled off his dress shoes, their eyes going wide at the silhouette of his enormous feet barely contained by the black socks. A competitive edge crossed their gazes as they both dove in against his feet, pressing their muzzles between his toes and taking a deep, long whiff of his musk. Flying did tend to work up a bit of his musk and while far from rank, his scent was naturally accented. Victor pulled away briefly, muzzle wrinkled. Liam was the surprise as he let out a soft moan, nuzzling the dragon's foot from heel to toe. Not to be outdone, Victor plunged back into fray, brushing his cheeks against Dane's soles and even daring to let his tongue hang out a little.

Seeing these two conniving men reduced to such a state brought a strange sense of satisfaction from Dane and he couldn't help but feel his internalized genitals stir. His tongue instinctively lashed out, licking his lips as the warmth of their faces radiated through his socks and up his feet. Talons gently closed around their heads through his socks, his big toe closing around Victor's ear and giving it a little tug while his toes grazed Liam's antlers. The elk was getting into the mood surprisingly. Moans were rising from his throat and Dane could feel those big nostrils sucking up his scent like twin vacuums. Soft lips closed around his big toe, a long tongue brushing against the fabric and suckling on the digit like a lollipop. Victor saw this and immediately reached out for the rims of Dane's sock. The panda pulled it immediately, making a show of taking a good, long whiff of it before he used his tongue to draw a line from the sole of Dane's foot all the way up to his big toe. Dane was not going to lie to himself; that was highly erotic. The dragon had to adjust himself slightly as his genitals were starting to emerge from his slit.

Liam seemed oblivious to his senior's competitiveness and grasped Dane's sock between his teeth gently. An animalistic growl rose from his throat as he pulled the garment away. Eyes wide as saucers, he beheld Dane's immense foot in all of its glory. Slack-jawed, the elk leaned down towards Dane's soles, his tongue sliding out between his lips and gently running circles from the heel up to the ankle. Worshiping the immense appendage gave him incredible pleasure so much so that Dane could smell the elk's arousal from where he sat. Even Victor could detect the musk that was rising from his coworker. Barring the scent, there was no denying the moans as Liam drew his tongue up the arch of the dragon's foot, grasping Dane's mighty calves and rolling his tongue in-between each toe lovingly. Great care and worship was taken into how the officer-worker's fingers glided up Dane's pants, sliding underneath the hem and feeling the immense muscles beneath.

Clearly seeing Dane's positive response to the genuine desire, Victor mirrored the motions by driving his tongue up the dragon's foot and slobbering over the ankle that led easily to the thick calves. The panda's eyes widened in horror, however, when Liam reached up past the opposite calves, across the mountainous thighs and somehow managed to unbuckle Dane's belt.

“You're enthusiastic," chuckled the draconis investor. “Someone really wants that promotion."

Liam couldn't give an audible response as his lips became occupied by Dane's big toe. Glazed over, lost in fantasy, the elk looked up pleadingly towards the dragon. All it took was a slight nod from Dane for the elk to start pulling down the black slacks and migrating away from Dane's feet, drawing his tongue up the bridge of the appendage and lathering Dane's calves with kisses. Not to be outdone, Victor grabbed Dane's pants and began pulling them down as well. The force of the two men rapidly undressing him left Dane with nothing to do but cross his arms behind his head and let the men sensually race against one another towards their prize - his cocks. Despite Victor's hurried approach, Liam was clearly winning as the elk crossed over Dane's knee and practically buried his tongue between the massive valleys of the dragon's thighs. Victor clearly still had his reservations as he stopped short of the black and white briefs that were already soaked in Dane's preseminal juices. That moment of hesitation was all it took for Liam to quickly catch up and bury his blunt muzzle against the musky garment.

A stunned panda could only stare in amazement as Liam licked the fabric, suckling on the enormous balls outlined before him while his moaning grew louder and louder. The senior manager hadn't gotten to where he was without fast thinking, however, and he immediately reached forward, grabbed the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down. A strong wave of musk immediately hit him, causing the panda to wrinkle his nose and gasp. A thick bush of was revealed, soaked in Dane's precum. Again his hesitation gave Liam an opportunity to lunge forward and press his tongue against the sensitive slit.

Dane could not help but moan as the warm length of that organ coaxed his cocks out of their cave.

“Damn, Hall," he grunted softly. “You've done this before, haven't you?"

A light blush touched Liam's cheeks as his lips twisted into a soft smile. “I'm… I'm actually bi."

“You are!?" Victor exclaimed in surprise. “Why didn't you tell me?"

The panda got an accusatory stare at from his partner. “Why would I tell someone who regularly gropes women's asses, throws 'faggot' as a casual insult and is so paranoid about being considered 'gay' that he makes sure there isn't a lick of color in his office?"

Victor angrily rose to his feet, staring defiantly down at the elk. “Listen here, you little shit. If you've been around the business for as long as I have, you can't show any sign of weakness. I built a reputation as a strong, straight salesman. If I let anyone know that my husband and I are happily married…"

Oh… Now there's a development.

Liam cocked his head in surprise. “Wait… You're gay too?"

Victor adjusted his tie gruffly. “The workplace is just that. The workplace. There is no need to bring personal affairs through the door." He glared defiantly at Dane. “Just to make it clear, this is a business transaction. I'm doing this for my career and the company. I am not going to let this compromise my marriage."

A soft smile touched Dane's lips. “Well how about that? Some humility and dignity from the asshole that would walk over his own employees just to make a quick buck. Tell you what, Gilliam…" Dane waved dismissively at the panda. “You're off the hook. You don't have to finish up."

“But my board position…"

“I was going to give you both the position anyway," he said, stifling a moan as Liam went back to work. “I just wanted to make sure you both remembered what it's like to be on the back foot for a second so that you'd treat your employees with a modicum of dignity. Our people are our resources. You can't get anywhere if you keep stepping on them just to lift yourself up. I can't very well sleep with everyone on the board so I wanted to at least make sure I've got some people on it that'll see things my way."

“Oh…" The panda almost seemed disappointed, bringing a smile to Dane's lips.

“But here's the thing. You walk out that door and you have to agree to a double-date with Nick and I. In public You'll be part of the board here and I'll make you the poster boy for the LGTBQ+ initiative. Sound good?"

The older panda's muzzle twisted in uncertainty. “And if I keep going, I'll still get the board position but don't have to do that shit?"

Dane shrugged absently as his cocks began emerging from his slit, the two monstrous members forcing him to spread his legs wider. Liam was already going to down on the lengths, running his tongue along the underside of the left one as if he was urging it to grow with every lap.

“Sure. Let's go with that. Loss of dignity now for an elevated position at the top while chained to the closet or you walk out that door and hold your head up in pride. Pun intended."

Victor shook in place as he eyed the enormous shaft that was thus far unattended. A pang of disappointment rang through Dane's chest as the panda went back down on his knees, grasped the right cock and began to suckle on it with an expertise that he didn't expect. Clearly Victor as not into footplay but he excellent in sucking cock. Much more than Liam and it utterly surprised the dragon who flexible that tongue was. The panda skillfully bobbed his head up and down as far as he could along Dane's cock, his tongue running circles around the pointed helmet while his paw slid along the dick in tandem with his movements. It was almost surreal to have one of his members pleasured in such a way while the other was being treated with a little bit more trepidation.

“Oh fuck," moaned Dane. “You're good at this, Gilliam."

“You think so, huh?" growled the panda with a devious grin. “Watch this."

It came as an utter surprise when the older man opened his jaw wide and then plunged head first into Dane's fully erect cock. Dane's jaw dropped open in surprise as the panda too every inch of his cock down that throat all the way down to the hilt, lips wrapping around the base of his crotch. He could feel the warm, soft throat of the mammal around his cock, squeezing down on his length with strong suction that caused his balls to jostle in ecstasy.

Liam's expression fell. Despite having a longer muzzle, he would not be able to deep-throat the dragon's entire length. Yet as he stared at Dane with a shocked expression, the red-scaled investor lifted a scaly eyebrow, curious to see how the younger salesman could top the act. Determination filling him once more, Liam immediately undid his belt buckle, surprising even Victor.

Oh… Oh here we go!

Seeing these motions didn't stop Victor from suckling on the cock before him. Now that both of them knew that their positions on the board were assured, they weren't competing as hard with one another and were now enjoying themselves. Dane's foot reached down past the panda's belly and gently rubbed the nub that was straining against the bear's pants. Only then did Victor join his voice to the chorus of moans the three men were emitting.

Liam showed his own expertise when he reached down and squeezed some of the copious amounts of precum onto his paws and then lathering it all over his exposed ass. The elk slowly lowered himself on the erect, draconic dick, biting back a moan as the tapered tip pressed into the hole with surprising ease. Clearly, he had done this before. Twin pleasures of both ass and muzzle woke the beast within Dane and he began thrusting his powerful hips, driving his cocks in and out of the two orifices with increasing fervor. Both Liam and Victor took the lengths like champions though Liam could only take about half the draconic dick while Victor could swallow every inch. Still, Liam's ass was surprisingly tight and with his own modest cock out, Dane found something to grip onto as he humped both men.

Some modicum of self-restraint kept them from moaning too loudly but they still let out a cacophony of lustful noises. Dane kicked the coffee table aside so that the two men could get closer and in the process, Victor undid his buckle, letting his panda meat slap against his belly and spray thickening precum all over the floor. Whatever tension that either of the three men instantly left the room as they gave themselves to the physical pleasure of the intimate coupling. Even Victor didn't mind at all when Dane grasped his cock between his big toe and index toes, expertly tugging at it with all the force of a hand to heighten his pleasure. Dane's long, flexible tail curled around the panda, pulling him closer while his enormous wings folded gently around Liam, shielding him from the sun blaring in from the windows.

Mounting pressure built in all three men and it was Liam who was reaching climax the quickest.

“Oh… Oh fuck…" he moaned, his voice growing louder.

Aware that he was still in an office, Dane tugged at the elk's cock, pulling the salesman towards him. Their lips meshed together, the moans muffled as the man's dick spasmed and unleashed a flood of cum right onto Dane's suit. Liam ravaged the dragon's muzzle, all restraint gone and hungrily breathing in the mighty investor's musk as the cock within him twitched and throbbed.

A moment later, Victor suddenly went stiff, his throat's grip around Dane's cock tightening. Whether or not he was just holding back until his young protege came for the sake of appearing better was debatable but within that moment, Dane felt warm panda spunk seep between his toes and coat his foot.

The dragon was not done, however, and his fevered thrusts caused the seat beneath him to squeak and jump. He held down both men against him, their warm, twitching bodies unable to do anything but hold onto him to weather the storm of draconic lust that was quickly mounting to a climax.

Like a crack of thunder, Dane let out a deep, roar that was barely muffled by Liam's muzzle. Dragon spunk shot out of his twin cocks, blasting into the elk's ass and pumping down the panda's muzzle. Liam was almost shot off his shaft from the sheer force but Victor was surprisingly resilient as he held onto the cock with his muzzle and drank every drop like his life depended on it. Dane pumped more and more spunk into both men until Liam couldn't take any more and the elk had to pull himself free of the dragon cock, instead taking the fifth blast against his abused hole instead of inside.

Only then did they break the kiss and the elk collapsed against Dane's chest, muzzling him affectionately while he continued to twitch and even rub his belly currently filled with dragon juices. A sixth, seventh and even eighth blast of seed splattered against Liam's suit, coating them both in dragon seed. Not a single drop was allowed to waste within Victor's muzzle however and he diligently sucked and cleaned the dragon dick he was attending after the ninth and final shot.

Such thoroughness deserved a reward and as Victor finally relaxed his throat and pulled away from the cock, Dane pulled him close and pressed his muzzle against the panda's. Finally relaxed, Victor showed some affection as he plunged his tongue into Dane's muzzle, giving the dragon a literal taste of his own cum. A minute later, they broke the kiss and Victor turned towards an exhausted Liam. Their lips met a moment later, both men clutching onto Dane's powerful chest for support.

“How… How did you take all of that…?" gasped the elk. “It was too fucking big for me!"

“I've still got a lot to teach you, kid," rumbled the panda with a sly smirk. His brown eyes turned towards Dane. “And seems like we've still got a lot to learn."

“You're both fucking right about that," chuckled Dane. “But we better clean up before someone walks in."

Victor shook his head. “Not going to happen. We've got the room for another two hours."

An ambitious edge entered Liam's eyes. “We've got the room for another two hours. So…?"

Dane beamed broadly.

“Let's talk about acquisitions and mergers."

Mignardise

True to his promise, Dane 'Dai' Zheng deconstructed the company and rebuilt it as a data company known as SkyDragon. Specializing in data analytics, cloud services and information delivery, they quickly built one of the most flexible and comprehensive networks across the entire United States. They were heralded as one of the best internet services in the world with their webservices quickly being adopted all over the world.

Liam Hall became the key spokesperson for SkyDragon's university and hiring program eventually becoming the Head of Human Resources before eventually serving on the board of directors. Over the years, he would give speeches, attend galas and host events that would inspire others to sign on to SkyDragon both as potential employees and clients. His success was attributed to SkyDragon's open thinking and accepting environment for all species, races, sexual preferences and religions - something he proudly touted at his speeches.

Despite having accepted Dane's terms to continue that fateful sexual act in the office, Victor Gilliam did go on a double-date with Dane and Nick. The four of them quickly became fast friends, exchanging stories of what it was to be a gay man in a time when homosexuality was considered a disease to the present. Both Victor and his husband became the face of LGTBQ+ representation at SkyDragon and he often worked closely with Dane on expanding their outreach and support across the world.

Time and again, Dane, Liam and Victor would continue to meet to discuss mergers and acquisitions and their future together. Sometimes it was just one or the other. Other times, it was all three. There were even times when Dane and Victor would bring their husbands into the conversation. But it almost ended in exactly the same way; with all three men leaving satisfied and fulfilled.

This year, the three of them are taking a trip down to the Great Barrier Reef with their significant others.

Liam is bringing his long-time boyfriend and hope to propose.

Victor is going to be bringing the son he adopted with his husband.

Dane is going to renew his wedding vows with Nick on a brilliant, Australian sunrise.