Paul looked around as the bartender continued her oral attention on his shaft. All around him, the women were staring at the scene, licking their lips, beginning to change as well.
The women were growling, running hands across their bodies, tugging at their tops and dresses. They stared at him hungrily as their nails began to lengthen, and their ears began to grow pointed.
The whole crowd of them seemed to be aroused by everything, and were growing moreso by the second. They licked their lips as fangs pushed outward, and now were beginning to grope each other, seemingly as aroused by the changes of their companions as they were by their own and Paul's.
The women became slowly covered in fur as they began to kiss each other, a couple moving forward to kiss Paul as the sensory overload began to really hit him. It was overwhelming, really...the sight of the women, the smell of their musk, and the sounds of bone and flesh reshaping. Paul erupted into the bartender's mouth with a howl as he couldn't hold out any longer.