As the guys crowded around Jesse, gawking and touching his newly grown wolf's tail, Josh felt a little dizzy.
He sat down and put his hands on the bar.
"Oh wow," said one of the jocks to Jesse, "how'd you get this?"
Jesse's tail began to wag, slipping out of the grip of his new fans. He was really enjoying the attention.
Josh began feeling a tingling in his back.
He reached behind and put his hand above his butt but couldn't feel anything special. It still felt smooth.
Just then, a dull ache began and under his fingers he felt a lump grow.
His heart started racing. He kept one hand over the lump and the other on the bar, trying to control his breathing.
The aching continued. Looking back, Josh could see the rear of his shorts begin to tent up.
Remembering what the bartender told Jesse, Josh put both hands on the bar and leaned forward, letting his new tail strain against the fabric. It felt amazing!
Just then the conversation around Jesse stopped. "Whoa, what's up with that guy?"
Josh knew they were talking about him, but he didn't care. His eyes were closed. He was still trying to control his breathing, which was getting more rapid by the second, and his tail felt huge in his pants.
"He's growing a tail!" shouted the biggest of the rugby jocks. "I'll have what he's having," said another to the bartender.
Josh began clawing at the bar. He felt the elastic band on the back of his shorts lift off of his skin. "Uuuugggghh!" he moaned.
His shorts quickly became strained, tightening severely not only around the tail but around his crotch and legs. His tail got suddenly got heavier, slipping downward and would have caused his shorts to slip off if only they weren't hooked in the front by his bulging erection.
His knuckles turned white as he clung to the counter. His tail began to thicken, spreading his legs apart slowly.
"Holy... look at the size of that thing!" cried one of the bystanders.
"It's getting bigger," pointed out another.
"Oh gawd," Josh cried in ecstacy. He slipped off the stool, grinding the seat with his crotch as his legs spread out, leaving him humping the stool bow-legged.
His shorts could not resist any more. They tore down the back, revealing a huge green, muscular scaly tail.
"Ah," said the bartender. "Haven't seen an alligator tail in a while."
Josh was now hugging the stool for dear life as the monstrous tail continued to push out of his back. "Oh my god, oh my god, I feel so big," he gasped.
He scrambled his legs, trying to stand up and managing to achieve a squat as the tail touched the ground and softly slid away from him. "Oh Jesus, it's... it's... it's..." He reached up to the counter top and pulled as he thrust his hips forward.
Suddenly there was a loud pop and a roar of triumph from Josh as he stretched out straight, his feet flat on the ground, his legs bowed, his thick gator tail twitching off the ground, the tattered front of his shorts hanging over his raging hardon.
He gasped, his face flush with exertion.
The bar cheered as Jesse slapped him on the back. "Good job, buddy. How's it feel?"
The big rugby guy ordered a round on the house and the bartender got to work.