Paul looked around, acutely aware of his personal space having been
invaded. All around him were other men, some staring at him, but most
at the dancer. All of them were panting and whimpering. All of them
had their flies open, stroking at red rocket cocks.
The dancer was on her knees, waving her ass around in the air, raised
up high as she whimpered at the men. Paul's human mind struggled to
fight against the urge to continue to stroke his shaft, even as the
other men continued to give into the urge as though it was the most
natural thing to do.
They tore at their clothing with free hands, some even grinding
against each other as they humped and whimpered. Fur bloomed across
their hands, and their clothing began to rip as their bodies began to
warp into a new shape.
The beat of the music increased in both tempo and volume, and the
dancer moved her ass more and more frantically, reaching behind her
and massaging her crotch through the fabric of the swimsuit. He was
aware of an aroma of a bitch in heat, and it smelled so good! He could
smell the precum of the men around him, and he touched his cock more,
sending another wave of pleasure through himself, letting out a louder
whimper.
The men continued to change, their faces pushing outward into muzzles
and their hands and feet becoming paws. Tails bloomed as one by one,
the men changed into various breeds of dog, from German Shepherd to
Rottweiler, from English Sheepdog to Dalmation.
The dancer let out a yelping laugh, turning to survey the changes, and
her eyes locked on Paul. He wasn't sure what color her eyes had been,
but now they were a luminous yellow.
"Come on," she said with a seductive smile, this time speaking aloud,
rather than directly into his mind. "Give it a try. You know you want
it."