“Oh come on, don’t be such a bitch!” He calls, as the latest woman he failed to pick up storms away from the bar. The young man came to this bar every weekend, supposedly to pick up women. However, his attempts always in the same sentence. The bartender let out a chuckle. “Another fail huh? Here. This one’s on the house. I made it… special… for you.” He said, pushing a drink across the bar with a sly smile on his face.
The guy didn’t even think twice. “Hey, thanks man! These girls don’t know what they’re missing.” He said, taking the drink and downing it in less than a minute. He ordered another round and went back over to meet up with his friends. He had no idea what was coming.
About half an hour later, he started to feel sick. “Maybe you need some fresh air, man.” One of his friends suggested. He stumbled out the side entrance of the bar, bracing himself against the alley wall. He felt dizzy and nauseas, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried not to puke. His stomach was cramping, and there was some weird… warm feeling deep in his core. Something was definitely wrong.
“Ah, it’s about time you showed up.” A voice rang out from the shadows. “It’s bad to keep your master waiting, you know.” The man looked over as another person approached, trying to see who it was. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He spat, trying to sound more tough than he felt.
“Shhh. It hurts more if you fight it.” The voice replied as the figure stepped into the light. The bartender? “What did.. you do to me.. you won of a bitch.” The man asked between panting breaths. The heat was spreading through his lower body. It felt good. Why did it feel good? He didn’t want this. His cock started to rise, despite the pain in his belly.
“There’s that word again. I don’t think you really know what it means do you? I thought you could use a reminder.” The bartender said, stopping just out of reach. The man tried to lunge at him, but his weakness caused him to stumble and collapse on the ground. Why did he feel so weak? He worked out all the time.
He looked down at his arms as he caught himself. Were his arms… thinner? And his hands… they definitely used to be bigger. His confusion grew as the warmth continued to spread and he felt himself shrinking. His body changing. The bartender laughed. “Trying to bite me, huh? You’re a feisty one. But you won’t be for much longer.”
The man tried to respond, but his words wouldn’t come out right. They were muddled and slurred. His tongue felt wrong in his mouth. He reached up to touch his face and felt as his mouth lengthened into a snout and fur began to sprout from his skin. He tried to scream, but what came out sounded like a howl.
Suddenly, his attention was drawn back to his now throbbing cock. He felt so aroused. His whole body felt sensitive as it warped and changed. This was so wrong… but it felt so good. He grabbed his dick with his still shrinking hands and started pumping into them, trying to relieve the heat.
“That’s it. Just give in.” The bartender crooned as he crouched down. “It’ll be over soon.” The man- well, former man- kept going, his hips beginning to thrust as he lost himself in his arousal. His new tail started to wag. It became a struggle to hold his dick as his fingers grew fatter and more rounded. Yet he was finally able to reach release, his cock spurting all over his belly as fur started to spread across it.
To his horror, the warmth didn’t go away. It only got stronger. He went back to try to touch his cock again, give it some sort of stimulation, only to feel it shrink between his paws. He looked down to watch as his member retreated into his crotch and his balls drew up into his body until all that was left was a little nub with a new, puffy, leaking hole beneath it.
Overwhelmed by lust, he pushed at his new hole with his cum-covered paws, trying to figure out what to do. He whined as the warmth became solid in his core. His stomach began to swell, two rows of nipples peaking through his thin fur. He humped at nothing as he rounded out and his teats filled with milk. He orgasmed again as he felt squirming in his swollen belly.
The heat faded as he panted quickly to catch his breath. As he regained his mind, he began to panic. Oh god. He was a dog. He was a girl dog. He was… he was pregnant! His head snapped to look at the bartender as he spoke again. “What a good little bitch you are. Getting off on your belly full of puppies.”
The man crouched down, securing a collar around the dog’s neck. “You know, being a bartender is just my side job. My real job is as a dog breeder. And I think you’ll make an excellent addition to my pack.”
