The hallway was filled with doors, many still opened and filled with the moans of men and woman. Dean caught a glimpse of some of the boys as they had their way with the gorgeous young ladies from the bar. “This is us,” the dark haired woman gestured to an open room with a freshly made bed.
Dean walks in and just stands as she sits on the bed. “I’m… I’m Dean,” he says his hands shaking still holding his beer.” “No names okay, I just want you to remember me like this,” she whispers opening her robe. Dean drops his beer to the carpet and looks the woman’s tight body. Her perfect breasts hang in the air and she spreads her legs wide as she lays on her back, her legs off the edge of the bed.
Dean moans and slides his underwear to the floor. The crowd in the bar can be heard all the way down the hall as another dancer starts to perform. Dean lifts his shirt over his head and makes his way over top of the woman. His head swims with euphoria, but his ears feel like their on fire. He starts to reach up to them, but the woman grabs his hand and brings it to her chest. “Touch me,” she moans. Dean moves his hands across her chest and breathes heavily and then he groans.
His muscles tighten up as he penis bursts all over the woman’s stomach. Dean grimaces from the sensations and lets himself fall onto his back beside her. “I’m sorry, I, that doesn’t,” he just pants and looks up at the ceiling. There’s a large mirror built into it and he watches as the girl sighs and gets off the bed to clean herself up. His gaze comes back to himself and he stops breathing.
His genitals have turned a dark brown and hair has grown in around his pelvis and up his stomach. Between his legs is a long brown tail that flops on the bed. He looks up at his face and his lips have turned dark and his ears are long and sticking out of the hair on the top of his head. “What’s happening…”