You smile a goofy big toothed grin at them while a hairy backhand wipes the frawth from off your thickening lips. You start to feel dizzy, and lean forward over the bar counter as your stomach rumbles, dropping the now empty glass as you do so.
You stand up clumsily, knocking over the bar stool, but nobody around you seems to notice or care. You suddenly feel like your going to be sick, turning to the bartender you ask, "Where's the... where's *hick*.. the bathroom?".
The bartender grins and shakes his head, then points to a door in the back corner of the bar. You quickly make your way to it, hunched over, and noticing that your shoes are feeling very tight. You stop briefly to take them off, too drunk to care when you notice that your feet seem much longer than before in your tight white socks.
When you reach the door, you notice something strange is going on. You can see your nose bulging out between your eyes, and it twitches as you pick up a strong musky scent in the air. You look down and notice that some strong smelling urine lies in a puddle under the bathroom door. You feel it's warmth through your socks, and you think it smells very good.
You blink, and shake your head, trying to come to your senses. Maybe you'd better find a doctor, something is obviously wrong here. You notice idly that your cock is stiffening in your jeans, and you feel drawn to enter the bathroom and find out what that hot, musky scent is...