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Studbuster feat. Graith a.k.a. The Gookitty

Freebies Vol. 73: Super SynTech (May/June 2019)

By Danath

Jacqueline/Graith/Gookitty © Graith

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“This is a really bad idea,” Jacqueline muttered into the skin-graft microphone planted in her left shoulder.

“Quit talking to yourself,” came the chiding reply from her handler. “Listen, you were the only superhero available who fit the needs of the mission. It’s in and out, no big deal. Just stay chilled out. We iced you down right before you went in, right?”

Jacqueline Johnson, a.k.a. The Gookitty, peered into the vanity surrounded by bare bulbs and double checked her makeup. The copper-toned hero was in her human form - snub nose, golden yellow eyes, long and curly brown hair. At the moment, she wore a fairly revealing tube top with some black sequins, while down below, she wore two pairs of bikini bottoms to keep her male bulge in check during the op. She was also shivering the frigid temperatures her handler subjected her to in the back of a refrigerator truck before sending her in for her shift.

“Okay, here I go,” she whispered, pushing herself away from the vanity in the back of the strip club. Dodging past several of the dancers in the back room, most of whom sported impressive busts that sent a warning signal down the superhero’s chilled spine, Jacqueline strutted out onto the main floor of the club in her glossy black heels, eyes on the lookout for her target as she pretended to offer lap dances to various patrons of the club.

The Busted Stud wasn’t exactly high-brow. Low lights, faded and ripped chairs, booths falling apart, and a sound system only half-working, so that the dancer currently on stage - a short vixen whose breasts squashed against the floor when she turned her hips 90 degrees - struggled to keep up with the rhythm, not that the horny people at the front of the stage waving bills at her seemed to mind.

“Remember, he’s a…”

“Tall husky, right,” she muttered under her breath. Jacqueline did not particularly like covert ops. She didn’t believe these types of missions truly showcased her abilities and skills, but when a request came from as high up in the SynTech corporate structure as this one, she put those concerns aside. Even heroes needed to eat. “I think I see him… good God, is he…”

“Wearing three baseball caps, yes,” the handler speaking her ear said, a mournful tone to her voice.

Shuddering at the sight of the tall and muscular huskie’s popped collar-polo shirt and baggy cargo shorts, Jacqueline nevertheless strode up to the canine’s booth where he sat flanked by a pair of impassive pit bulls, each wearing black sunglasses despite the darkness of the club.

“No dances right now, miss,” the pit bull on the left, an older and burlier male, said.

The husky flopped back in his seat, the expectant grin on his smirking muzzle suddenly evaporated. “Guys, come on!” he growled. “It’s not like I chose to meet here. You can at least let me have a little fun while we wait!”

The superhero batted her eyes, trying to look as dull and vapid as she could. She giggled, making her chest wobble in her insufficient top, and leaned forward so the three canines could get a good view of her firm, smooth breasts. Thanks to the icing, her nipples stretched taut and hard against the fabric, drawing the attention of all three canines.

“Whaddya say, boys,” she said, her voice nearly a purr as her golden yellow eyes narrowed a bit. “Let me give the husky a dance and I’ll make sure you two don’t leave empty-pawed as well. How about it, big spender?”

She directed the last bit at the husky, who beamed with new confidence after being recognized as the most important one at the table. The pit bull on the right glanced at the husky’s wagging tail, then at the other bodyguard.

“I’m gonna smoke. Keep an eye on him, will ya?” he said, standing up and gesturing to the supposed stripper. “He’s all yours, lady.”

The other pit bull, uninterested in watching the cocky husky-bro being taken for a ride, stood up and leaned against the bar about ten feet away from the booth, his back to the scene unfolding as Jacqueline crawled across the cushions and straddled the husky’s lap. Both of his paws immediately reached for her chest, but she slapped them away and pointed a finger at his muzzle, not needing to say anything. The husky figured it was worth a shot, and leaned back, arms stretched across the back of the booth, glancing to the sides occasionally to check if anyone was watching him getting a dance from the hot human stripper.

“Okay, according to the intel, he’s carrying the memory card in his front pocket in a small silver case,” Jacqueline’s handler said into the invisible receiver in her ear. “Try to get it out while he’s distracted.”

The human leaned up, swept her hair back, and looked up to the ceiling, rolling her eyes so hard she hoped her handler felt it. Of course she would try to get it while he was distracted. Why else was she playing at being a stripper?

The bubbly and vacant smile returned to her face a moment later as she slid her hips forward, rubbing her plump backside along the husky’s lap. He was already completely hard and pushed the no-touching rules by suggestively lifting his hips. Jacqueline ignored it as she grinned and giggled, instead complimenting the husky on his deep and soft pelt or teasing her fingers around the fur on the bridge of his muzzle. Though she was trying her best, the tall canine’s eyes locked onto her chest, making it too easy for him to see if she reached for his pockets.

There was one thing Jacqueline could try, though she had no idea if it would work or not. Smiling as seductively as she could, she leaned forward until her plump breasts squeezed together in front of the canine’s snout. She could feel his wet nose on her bare skin as the fingers of her left hand stretched back and around his ear, digging and scritching furiously. The combo of so much warm boobflesh and the sudden ear assault made the husky grunt, eyes glazing a bit. Jacqueline’s lip curled as she slid her hand down and into his pocket, trying to make it seem like she was teasing him. Empty.

Switching hands, the human was rewarded by the husky’s foot steadily thumping against the floor as she scratched his other ear. Her left hand shoved into his pocket and…

Jacqueline’s eyes widened a bit as she felt the broad tip of the canine’s dick through the fabric of the pocket, stretching against his pants. It was big - really big - and it set off yet another alarming sensation in the root of her half-frozen spine. Was the temperature in the club rising? She bit her lower lip, trying to control her growing lust, but the husky misinterpreted, thinking she was just blown away by the size of his dong.

“Big, ain’t it? Probably wouldn’t fit you, but I wouldn’t mind trying, heh,” the husky grunted lazily, head falling back as the human’s hips pressed down into his thighs.

Jacqueline blinked a few times and refocused. She had a mission to accomplish, not a big dumb gross hot muscular husky jock to jack off. Her fingers felt the metallic corners of something in the husky’s pocket as she slid her paw lower, towards the base of his shaft, earning a not-so-subtle “wuff” from the canine, before she slowly withdrew her paw, using her fingernails to distract his ear as she pulled the memory card free. It went down the side of her dress as she leaned forward again, both hands scratching at the husky’s ears as his muzzle tipped forward, sticking between her broad breasts.

“Over so soon?” he whined as the human leaned backwards and stood.

She giggled and flipped her hair. “Don’t worry, stud, I may take you up on that offer after my shift!” Jacqueline said, before turning and strutting off past the pit bull glaring at her from the bar.

She waited until she was on the other side of the club before retrieving the memory card holder and palming it. She glanced down, checking the card was actually inside, before heading for the back to change and leave. Jacqueline opened the door to the back hallway and stepped inside the darkened tunnel towards the changing room when a broad and muscular arm wrapped around her neck from behind. A pair of canine paws plucked the memory card from her fingers as the door opened and the husky and other pit bull popped their heads in, both grinning.

“Stupid bitch,” the pit bull growled into her ear. “Think we’re that easy? Think we don’t know when we’re being played?”

His arm tightened until the husky stepped forward.

“Whoa, whoa, Calum, chill. She didn’t get away and I got a sweet lap dance, that’s what matters,” he said, smirking, muzzle hanging half open as he exuded self-confidence. “Besides, there are better ways to teach people not to mess with us, right?”

The husky’s fly opened and his impressively long and thick red cock sprung out, fully aroused still from the recent dancing. Even the fist-thick knot at the base trembled with need as he wrapped a paw around it and squeezed, grunting.

“She got me real worked up. I’m kinda glad she tried to steal it,” he said.

“Damn it, put that away,” the older pit bull hissed. “We don’t have time for your-”

“Fuck off, Calum,” the husky replied, eyes fixated on Jacqueline’s chest. “Watch the door. Harry, hold her still.”

The husky licked his lips as he leaned forward and used his claws to drag her top down. Jacqueline gasped and struggled, but the pit bull’s arm locked around her neck made it impossible to get away. She tried to push the husky back, but he just laughed and grabbed her wrists before ducking his head down. The canine’s long tongue slid wetly across one exposed nipple than the other, slathering them in warm dog slobber. Behind her, despite his apparent uneasiness at the situation, Jacqueline could feel the pit bull’s arousal push into her back.

“Jacqueline? Jacqueline? Are you out?”

The hero couldn’t reply to her handler with the canines on top of her. And besides that, even if she was able to communicate the situation, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Despite herself, Jacqueline could feel the growing warmth spreading from the base of her spine, tingling its way up her arms and down her legs. She let out a gasp that hopefully fooled the over-confident husky into thinking she was just a helpless stripper. Besides, he actually knew how to work that tongue.

The canine’s fuzzy white muzzle opened, jaws stretching to envelop her right breast, jaws closing as he lipped his teeth while biting down. The whole while, his tongue flicked and slathered her nipple, causing a very real moan of pleasure to escape from the human’s lips. The husky’s claws scraped over her belly as he switched tits, leaving her right nipple dripping with saliva. Satisfied he’d paid his dues and got the human’s engines running, the tall husky shoved his hips forward, slapping the meaty stalk of his cock between her breasts.

“You know what to do, bitch,” he growled, thrusting the fat red knot at the base up against the underswells of her chest.

The impressively large canine arousal throbbed against her bare skin. Jacqueline shuddered, eyes closing as she moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and squeezed, wrapping her smooth and soft chest completely around the shifting, veiny husky stalk grinding through. The husky’s paw reached for the back of her head, shoving her mouth towards the tip as it speared through her cleavage, making sure he could feel her lips on his tip each time his knot bumped up against her cleavage.

A steady trickle of thick, clear pre-cum rolled from his tip, smearing around on Jacqueline’s bare shoulders and upper chest or rolling down the middle of her belly below. The husky’s hips flexed harder as he put both of his his paws around the back of Jacqueline’s head and forced her mouth around his tip, then popped his knot into her cleavage. Her breasts flattened against his thighs as he filled her mouth with enough fat red husky cock to stretch her cheeks. Jacqueline’s hips wiggled with excitement as the lust kept growing, thawing out her semi-frozen body and chasing away the chill of the refrigerator truck.

Her handler wasn’t going to like this…

“Oh, fuck, this is good, brah,” the husky groaned, thrusting his hard arousal through Jacqueline’s breasts and past her plump lips over and over as the muscular pit bull holding her from behind grew increasingly hard against the small of the human’s backside.

A sudden gooey splurt of thick white jizz swelled through the canine’s bulging shaft and squeezed past the hero’s clenching lips, flooding her mouth in a moment. Twin trails of cum rolled out of her nostrils as she closed her eyes again, shuddering at the taste, her body feeling hotter and hotter by the moment… if this kept up, she’d be solving the problem her way, whether her handler liked it or not.

The husky grunted and panted as his cock sprayed the hero’s face down, then pulled his hips back, making sure the thick strands of his cum draped across her breasts and nipples, using his paw to fire off the last few loads.

“Careful!” the pit bull behind her said, moving his paw higher to avoid getting hit.

The husky panted, grinning as his cock twitched in his paw. “Didn’t mean to pop my load, but this bitch’s tits and mouth are high class, know what I mean? Good thing I can go more than once,” he said said, licking his lips as his eyes drifted down Jacqueline’s copper skin, currently dripping with rivulets of his seed, some of which was soaking into the panties she wore around her wide hips.

“What have we here?” the husky demanded, claws going for her bikini bottoms. The straps broke as he ripped them off one at a time, then shoved his hand between her legs and emerged with a healthy, nice sized maleness. It was thick, even soft. “Where were you hiding this? Damn!”

The husky’s cock flexed, jerking, shooting a rope of cum across Jacqueline’s belly. Despite herself, the superhero found herself considering her options as the large canine closed in.

The first option was to fight back, kick their asses, and escape. The pit bull was strong, but the Gookitty was stronger. Her human form didn’t have quite the power of her hero form, but she was willing to bet she could make it a 50/50 fight in her favor in the closer quarters, especially if she started by nailing the husky in his balls.

But that led her straight to the second option: the husky’s fat, low-hanging balls, each as big as a baseball beneath his impressive knot. Jacqueline licked her lips, the warning tremors spiking through her spine regularly now as she felt the canine’s paw pads slide across her flaccid length. If things kept going the way they were, her decision would be made for her…

“Mmmh… she does smell good,” the burly canine holding her by the neck grunted. His hips shifted, rubbing his arousal against her back through his clothes as the husky’s tongue returned to her nipples, lapping and suckling at the teat while stroking her cock.

“Will you two just fuckin’ do it so we can get out of here? The drop is in twenty minutes!”

The husky and pit bull ignored the third as the human between them moaned and squirmed, flushing a darker shade across her body as her cock hardened up.

“Yeah, she’s ready… turn her around so I can show this bitch not to mess with us. I can get my knot out in ten, whether she likes it… or… not… what the fuck!”

Jacqueline’s eyes closed and she smiled huge as a cascade of viscous, dripping gray goo spilled down from the top of her head, seeping through the roots of her hair and quickly encasing her whole head, face, and neck before stretching lower around her shoulders. It happened in an instant, displacing the mess of dog spooge coating her breasts. The pit bull holding onto her neck staggered back and pushed her away as some of the goo got onto his arm and spread up towards his shoulder and down towards his wrist. The stunned husky looked down at his paws and realized he, too, had some of the gray gunk coating his paws, and ran to his other bodyguard, grasping the pit bull’s arm.

“We gotta go, she’s got some sort of shit in her that… oh, fuck!”

Behind them, the outline of the human lurched and flexed, twisting and distorting as the gray goo consumed her human form and replaced it with her alternate identity as Graith, the Gookitty. The shapes bubbled and flattened, only to raise back up into tall pillars that soon took more specific forms. The three goons could only watch in horror as the sticky dark gray substance spread across their legs, immobilizing them wherever it touched them, as well as dissolving their clothing.

Wide hindquarters, sleek forelegs, and an upper torso soon took shape amidst the swelling gray matter, followed by more distinct details growing into place. Pointed triangular ears and a broad muzzle with a pair of sharp saber fangs protruding over a thick lower lip signaled the most obvious different in Graith’s post-human transformation as the gray goo receded back into her body, but the leopardtaur’s impressive chest also showed signs of change. It was covered in a deep layer of creamy beige fur, for one, and was also about three times as large as when she’d been a human, more than rivaling the show-off vixen from the stage earlier. Between her hind legs, the Gookitty’s rigid feline arousal stretched forward past her underbelly, the tapered and angular pink tip reaching to just between her forelegs. Rippling muscles flexed beneath her golden brown coat covered in black spots and rosettes as her short, stubby tail flicked across a pair of swollen balls, each orb larger than her transformed head. A trickle of gray goo ran out of the tip of her flexing, fully charged stalk, but was reabsorbed by her flush flesh before reaching her fat sac at the base.

“Jacqueline? Jacqueline, are you there?” her handler said, finally getting the connection back. “You didn’t transform, did you?”

“No Jacqueline here,” Graith growled, her voice deeper than before. “Just us gookitties.”

“Oh, for fuck’s-”

Graith grinned and licked her lips as she cut the connection. Her breasts felt good after all the licking and titfucking from the immobilized husky earlier, so why not keep that going? In the darkened hallway, she approached the three gray goo-covered statues and directed a thought at her own body matter, causing it to ripple and condense, shrinking away from the three mobsters heads and necks, but leaving their lower bodies wrapped up.

“What the fuck, bitch, let me out of here, I’ll fuckin’-mmfff!”

Within seconds of the shorter pit bull launching into his tirade, the sabrejaguar directed a flow of her gray goo to slide up his chest and fill his muzzle as the others watched. The pit bull’s eyes bulged along with his throat as she directed her nanites to take the shape of her own massive cock and thrust into the canine’s throat, while transferring all sensation back to her own body in real time. Her stalk flexed, shivering, dripping more and more, enough that a few drops hit the floor and rolled across back to her paws to reabsorb.

The other pit bull’s eyes widened as he felt his muzzle stretch, jaws opening wide, as another barbed, dark gray cockmimic stuffed down his muzzle, filling his cheeks and scraping into his throat, working at a slightly heavier pace than the first. Graith’s moans bubbled past her lips as she squeezed her nipples with her fingers. Her hindquarters trembled as she received the simultaneous sensations of both throat-jobs at the same time, putting her into dangerous territory.

The gookitty’s right paw melted a little as a spike of pleasure caused some loss of control. That always happened whenever she transformed into the randy, perpetually aroused alien-feline hybrid. Ever since the accident at SynTech labs when the nanites merged with her, she’d been unable to resist getting horny whenever the gray goo made an appearance. Fortunately, she’d discovered most problems could be solved with a decent serving of sabretaur sex.

“And for you,” the jaguar purred, sharp white teeth bared in a happy grin…

The nanites retrieved the memory card and transferred it through her gooey body into her paw. After, the feline directed her nanites to force the husky over. The white and black-furred male whined as he felt his rump cheeks spread apart, his paws and arms and fingers forced to move and squeeze his own ass. A pair of heavy forelegs draped over his shoulders and a fat barbed kittycock rubbed against the base of his curled-up tail, getting even more desperate wriggling from the immobilized muscle-husky. The gray goo returned in force, once more sliding up to cover all of the bodies of the three goons, keeping them totally immobilized while still ramping up the pleasure that both they and she felt as her fat, pointed maleness tipped into the husky’s hole.

His high-pitched muffled whine echoed in the dark hallway as the sabrejag shoved forward. She cupped her breasts in her paws above the husky as her hind legs strained to deliver sufficient thrust to properly bury her smooth and long kittycock deep into the wriggling, desperate canine beneath her. She groaned as the now triplicated sensations of pounding two throats and a tight, clenching ass at the same time rippled down her stalk.

Normally, Graith wouldn’t cum in someone, not even a villain, but this husky earned the pleasure. The jagtaur groaned and moaned as she thrust in hard, deep, slapping her fat balls against the back of the husky’s thighs as she dug her forepaws around her his shoulders, holding him tight. Her nanites flooded the husky’s body, coating him both inside and out as she panted merrily, brainpower steadily dropping while her lust levels rose and rose to dangerous levels.

The immobilized figures of the two pit bulls showed slight bulging, then more bulging, then the distinct outline of her cockmimic driving deep into their bellies and filling them with nanites as well. Similar bulges appeared from below, as well as in the husky’s throat, as the jagtaur’s control slipped further and lustful programming routines kicked in automatically.

As the feeling of six whole cocks thrusting into six different, tight, flexing holes rampaged through the over-aroused taur’s remaining brain cells, more automatic pleasure systems turned on. Her thrusting increased in pace, muscular hide straining as the whimpering and groaning from all three canines increased even through the sticky, thick layer of gray goo seeding their bodies in and out. The bulges in their stomach swelled as more nanites multiplied and spread, enhancing every little bit of pleasure the three canines felt, while rewiring their brains to be much more productive members of society.

With her last few thoughts before succumbing completely to her lust, Graith absorbed the memory card into her paw and lockboxed it, keeping it safe regardless of whatever happened next. Satisfied at that part of the mission being complete, her brain switched off entirely, and the lustful sabrejag’s carnal instincts took control. The husky’s body flexed and jerked, wriggling madly with ever gut-churning thrust of her barbed cat-cock spearing and stretching him. Graith’s muzzle fell open, tongue hanging out over lips, ears flicking and turning to catch every muffled whimper from the three criminals. Her heat increased as the speed of her thrusts went supersonic, pounding her actual erection plus the five mimics deeper, harder, ensuring all three received the dickings of their lives. The husky’s tight rump collapsed beneath her, surrendering to the power of her seed, as she leaned in, one hind leg rising to wrap around and squeeze his thigh, holding him even tighter as she pumped away.

It didn’t take long to peak, not with the involuntary, remote four-some Graith got going. The taur’s hips shifted, torso leaning back, as she bucked, shoving her back legs and carrying the impaled husky forward, until his body smacked into the pit bulls and knocked them all over into a pile. Where they touched, their bodies began to melt together, the goo consuming and reprogramming their physical bodies to match their new mental attitudes, all while the super-taur’s thrusting arousals obliterated their throats and rumps, driving any remaining rational thoughts from their brains.

By the time the three canines were more goo than goons, Graith couldn’t contain herself any longer. She thrust in deep, hard, holding herself so tight that the sheath of her fat base shoved backwards against the ring of the plump rump beneath her. The husky’s belly swelled even faster, massively distending for a moment before shrinking back in like a balloon deflating. As his stomach shrank, his chest bulged outwards. With the second flood of nano-cum deep into his churning guts, the husky’s writhing increased along with his bust size. His cock slapped back and forth before disappearing into the oozing mass of combined dissolved canines below. Those new breasts and moaning muzzle lost all cohesion with the jagtaur’s final hilt and splurt, until she was cumming into the puddle on the floor that lurched and oozed around her ankles, desperately clinging to the tip of her cock as she fed it more and more shots of the thick gray nanite cum produced en masse by her massive testicles.

“Oooh… oh, fuck,” she grunted, some of her brain cells finally switching back on from protected mode. The jagtaur leaned her hand forward against the corner of the door, shuddering as the massive pink cock flexing between her forelegs shot another few splurts of rich gray nanite-spooge into the puddle. “Damn… you boys made me go all out… too bad for you!”

The taur’s ear flicked, activating her transmitter again.

“-and another thing, if you don’t turn me back on right now, Jacqueline, I’ll have your hero credentials! Do you hear me? Jacqueline!”

The shivering taur rolled her eyes again as she turned around, tail lifted to show off the plump and oversized testicles hanging between her hind legs. They rolled side to side as she sauntered

“Yeah, I hear you. Listen, it’s all taken care of,” she purred. “Nothing to worry about.”

Leaving the puddle of her shifting, growing nanites behind, the superhero strolled through the hallway and changing room, drawing shocked gasps from the strippers.

“What about the targets?” the handler demanded. “One of them is really critical to the syndicate and we were hoping to capture him. Is he still there?”

“Oh, all three of them are still there, though I don’t know how much use they’re gonna be to anyone from the syndicate, unless they need stripper for a birthday party or something…”

“Goddamnit, Gookitty…”

Back in the hallway of the strip club, the heaving mass of dark gray nanites shifted and stretched upwards, long tendrils growing and climbing into three distinct pillars. Each of the quadrillion million billions of nanites present had a job to do, and once complete, auto-destructed in a puff of harmless dust. The familiar shapes of the pit bull’s stocky jaws and muzzle and the husky’s more slender face appeared under the goo, which pulled tighter and tighter as pockets of freshly-remade fur showed through. Only their fur wasn’t quite the same as when they’d started. The burlier pit bull now sported a natural pink coat that wrapped around his much more slender and elegant shoulders, as well as curving over the enormous swell of his impressive tits. Lower, a plump doggy cock as thick as his wrist flopped against his thighs, permanently half-hard, with a matching set of cute, pink nuts. The other pitbull was purple, a light shade, almost pastel. His lips were huge and plump, pursed and naturally pouty. His hips were wide, but his belly narrow, much tighter and smaller than before, giving him a willowy hourglass figure to accentuate the breasts jutting from his chest, his pair the match of the other, similar-sized pit bull. Their bulky muscles were gone, consumed and reused, turned into so much boobfat on their curvy new bodies.

The husky changed more than the other two, having absorbed some of their mass as well as his own thanks to the superhero’s final instructions to her nanites. His chest heaved, larger even than Graith’s, covered in a sea of bright white fur. Instead of the black husky markings on his sides, head, and shoulders, the new and improved former cocky jock had deep red fur shaped into hearts splotched across where his markings formerly were. A massive dark red cock easily twice what he sported before rose up between his aching nipples, throbbing and dripping already.

The nanites finally finished their jobs, leaving the three transformed canines completely nude and bare, as though nothing had ever happened. They looked at each other, confusion reigning on their bubbly, pouty faces.

“Gosh, where are we?” the pink pit bull asked. Her rewired brain had helpfully erased memories of her previous life and replaced them with stock pornography Graith downloaded in bulk. She toyed her pink fingers across her cock as she looked around.

“I don’t know, but I like the music!” the purple pit bull said, wiggling her hips, which caused her floppy, oversized cock to smack against her thighs.

“Mmmh, but it’s dark in here,” the husky said, her voice a sultry and needy whisper. A few ropes of thick white seed rolled from her permanently aroused cocktip and soaked into the thick white fur around her massive sheath, while her oversized balls flopped against her smooth and plush thighs. “I wonder where the exit is.”

All three turned to look at the sign over the door, but the burnt out “EXIT” was unintelligible to all three canine bimbos.

The door opened as they stared, though, and a short, squat, heavy-bellied red panda barged in. A cigar hung from his teeth, smoking viciously as he growled to himself.

“Dammit, girls, Luella’s supposed to be on stage already, and the rotation was set last week, for fuck’s sakes, and… and…”

The panda stopped, tail bushing out behind him as he stared at the three transformed canines, not recognizing them as the same patrons from earlier thanks to their much changed fur and bodies. A gleeful smile crossed his face as he took in the sight of the three well-hung, massively stacked, pouty-faced girls. The panda’s black paw shot out, grabbing the tip of the husky’s cock and dragging her close as she nearly came from the slight touch. He leaned up, chin resting on the outer swells of her tights, smoke rising from his cigar, beaming at the husky’s face.

“Finally! Fina-fucking-ly they hire me some fresh meat,” the panda said, teeth bared. “Alright, sluts, I’m in charge here. You can call me Mr. S, got it? You bitches get paid to work, not stand around, so get up on that stage and shake those asses! Time to make some money, got it? And strap up those cocks and tits first! You’re strippers, so wear something to strip with, fer fuck’s sake!”

The panda’s paw stroked down the husky’s length as he moved to the side, just as his fingers wrapped around the canine’s knot, which was twice as large as it had been before he’d been bimbofied by the Gookitty. As the panda’s claws and fingers expertly teased the knot, fat white ropes of jizz fired off from the husky’s shaft while an embarrassing and humiliatingly loud number of eager happy gasps and whimpers rushed through her plumped-up lips. Her fingers clenched into her paws as she helplessly bucked her hips, knot grinding into the panda’s paw and claws as he milked her.

“There, now you oughtta be able to work soft, though the cleaner’s gonna not be happy with the mess you just made,” the panda grunted, blowing a stream of smoke into the glazed husky’s smiling, dumb face. “God damn, you three should be doing porn. Let me know if you wanna make some money, huh? Now get to fuckin’ work!”

The panda turned and stomped out, letting the door swing shut behind him. The three baffled canines looked at each other.

“Gosh, should we do what he says?”

“I think so… Mr. S said he was in charge, after all.”

“So we’re supposed to dance?”

“I like dancing!”

“And fuck… he said fucking work! I’m so excited I get to fuck!”

A trio of fat canine shaft erupted amidst the squish of three sets of oversized breasts, before the happy new employees of the Busted Stud headed to the back to find whatever clothes they could that would cover their bouncy, jiggly bodies…

The end