"Now bend over boys" said the bartender, grinning. As the strange alcohol slowly made its way down Nick and Scot's throats, the boys began to feel dizzy.
"Oh man, this feels freakin' weird" groaned Scott, running a hand through his short brown hair as his hazel eyes started to glaze.
"Scott, I don't know if this was such a good idea" replied Nick, as he felt his body begin to sway on top of the bar stool. Nick quickly hopped off, grabbing onto the high stool to steady himself. Nick's head sagged, and his blond hair fell in front of his eyes. He reached up with one hand to brush his hair aside, as the other gripped the stool. Strangely, his front teeth began to hurt.
Scott, concerned about his friend, tried to get off his stool to check on Nick but like Nick, he was overcome by a wave of dizziness. Feeling himself begin to fall, he leaned over, gripping the top of the stool for dear life. The base of his spine began to tingle. "Of fuck" he groaned, the sensation of cotton undershorts rubbing against the sensitive area above his butt almost too much to handle. He reached back for a moment and felt it -the beginnings of a small nub pushing its way from above his crack.
"Come on my friends. Sprout those tails. I can see that they're working their way out now!" encouraged the bartender, his now bearish face beaming down at the two transformees. Scott managed to glance at Nick, who was fully bent over his stool. Nick had a mixed look of concentration and joy on his face. But it was the sight of Nick's open panting mouth with his now oversized front teeth, on top of the small lump in the back of his pants which startled Scott.
Scott didn't have long to gawk. His body was going haywire. His feet ached. His fingernails hurt. His face was tingly. Above all, he was consumed by the enormous erection in the front of his pants, and the throbbing tail nub above his ass. Scott leaned over the stool as far as he possible could, placing exquisite pressure on his own pulsating nub. No longer in full control of his body, he began to rock his hips back and forth, first relishing the sensation of his engorged cock sliding against the front of his underwear, and then the subtle pressure of his small tail nub straining against the back.
The bartender's glance passed from Nick to Scott and back again. He was pleased to see that the blond-headed customer whose name he had heard was Nick was coming along nicely. He easily noticed the boy's enormous buckteeth and the small lump in his shorts (smaller than normal, at this stage). However, his finely tuned eye also picked up on the considerable strain Nick's tennis shoes were undergoing. It looked as if the seams holding the leather together might pop at any second.