The sight of the dancer's round rump and her beckoning had Paul feeling a building lust as nothing he's ever known. He eyed her ass, her moist and willing vagina, his tongue licked his juice tainted lips, the suggestion was planted.
The crowd's applause, jeering cat calls, sexual remarks, Paul feeling ever so nervous, all this was urging him on. His hand still stroking his red doggy shaft, he stood for that long moment and then guided it into her waiting hole.
In the instant his changing cock touched her warm lips of sex Paul thought himself still to be human as he began to fuck like a dog.
Paul's human mind went blank as instinctive suggestions made his pelvis move with rapid thrusts. He bent over the dancer lady and gripping her about her breasts he began to bang away in true doggy style.
The screams and wild applause slipped into a faint din of noise as Paul felt and found his real self intent on doing what his new nature demanded.
Thrusting and banging his cock into the woman Paul raised his head and howled like some prehistoric wolf, as a doggy knot slipped past those willing lips of female gender.
Now the dancer began to add her screams to those coming from the crowd. As paul thrust in earntest his face was beginning to change.