"Yo, Chad, buck naked!" laughed Rick, as the last bit of fabric covering flew off the hairy stud's body.
Rick adjusted his growing chubby. He wasn't the only guy there with a stiffening cock. Watching a total stud strip and change into a Bambi was fucking hot.
Chad had dropped to all fours. His furry back and ass were initially covered with the dappled pattern of a fawn. The white tail pushed out of his spine. his arms and legs grew spindly as his hands fused into hooves. The transformation by the book should have taken about 5 minutes with a willing subject, but Chad was far from willing. The show went on with Chad writhing in pain to the music.
Chad was a natural stripper, the way he moved in time with the blaring party music. Rick hadn't even switched on the stripper music track he had cued on his sound system. It just wasn't needed. He was already planning his next party with Chad: maybe a big mouth bass up at his folks' lake house? Or a fox hunt - were those still legal- maybe a destination hunt? Bull fighting in Mexico? Nah, Chad would gore him. Damn, those antlers could seriously gore him, what was he thinking. He grabbed his tranquilizer gun, just in case.
Chad was in agony as his skull felt like it was splitting. Suddenly, his perspective shifted as his eyes moved to the sides of his head. He kept swinging his head back and forth trying to look straight ahead like a human. He slowed his gyrations as he adjusted to his new colorless vision. Damn, he was really turning into a stag. Oh, fuck, it was crossbow season? Brad and his frat brothers would be out in these woods hunting too! Only they wouldn't be using tranquilizer darts. Chad turned to glare at Rick. Then he knelt on his fore legs, as his antlers erupted from his skull. His head fell forward from the added weight. The drunken crowd cheered.