Star of the show
By TheNomeKing, For –Stripes-

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The sound of rubber against tarmac echoed down the busy Canadian high street, as cars drove through the urban town, a few people walked down the pathways as the midday sun hovered in the cloudless sky. Carson bored a concerned expression as he strolled down the road, narrowly avoiding a flustered looking businessman on his phone. Carson had nobody to blame but himself however, as his attention was not on the walkway, but instead on Googleplex maps which was running on his smartphone. His blue shirt and khaki cargo shorts bustled in the gentle wind as he adjusted his gaze upwards, his deep aqua eyes peered through his black rimmed glasses upon the building he’d been looking for.

A flashing neon sign spelled the words ‘Marceline’s Magical Parlour’, which hung above an empty car park, and just in front of the entrance stood a set of metal poles and ropes that formed a long winding queue.

“A strip club, the hell is he thinking?” Carson remarked as he switched applications on his smartphone and scrolled up the long list of messages he’d received, and saw the one from his partner Brendon. 

‘Hey, get your ass down to Marceline’s Parlour, I need to show you something you’ll absolutely love’ the text read, and Carson looked back up again which only served to confuse him even further. He knew his partner well enough to know he had no interest in strip clubs, but trusted that Brendon had had something interesting to show him. He wandered past the empty queue towards the entrance, a graffiti covered door with a bouncer next to it, who lounged back in a folding chair while reading a magazine.

“Am I errr, good to go in?” Carson said nervously, rubbing the back of his head to scratch his short brown hair, his cheeks blushing red at the embarrassment as he’d never been to one of these clubs before, and wasn’t sure if he was ok to just waltz in. The bouncer looked up and stared at Carson, a burly looking bald man with a huge bushy beard, who donned a large heavy black jacket and badge. A few seconds passed as Carson’s gaze remained locked with the bouncer’s, his heartbeat began to race with the awkwardness of the situation, the guard’s green eyes almost piercing his soul.

“Pffft…HAHA! I’m just joshing man, head on in fella” The bouncer sniggered in a gruff south African accent as he broke his serious composure, laughing loudly before bringing up his car magazine and continued to read. Carson chuckled and gulped nervously, before walking past the bouncer and pushed the door to the strip club open. A wave of humid heat hit Carson’s face, his nose being assaulted by what smelled like a combination of sweat, musk and smoke. He wandered down a short hallway towards a doorway that led to the left, which opened up into the main area. 

“Oh wow…” He exclaimed at the sight before him, a series of huge stages with multiple dancing poles dominated the centre of the room, with bright lights, lasers, smoke and the beat of drum and bass music. With the lights and music it felt more like a nightclub, though any comparisons made ended there as Carson gazed upon the dancers.

Bizarrely shaped, but oddly beautiful figures danced on the poles, appearing like combinations of human and animal. One dancer slid round the pole, her legs were that of a deer, her tail wiggling as she stroked her body sensually. Her upper torso was human, and most of her head except for her ears, nose and eyes, which appeared more deer-like. 

He could see another dancer walking off stage, her feet were like that of a bird, her arms were large colourful wings and a feathery tail wiggled from her backside. Many men and women walked down the walkways, some looked strangely beautiful, and others were tall and hulking monstrous humans. 

“C…cool costumes” He chuckled nervously as he felt his heartbeat racing in uncertainty, feeling totally lost and entirely confused as he walked through the servers and patrons, staring upon the menagerie he was witness to. A few strange looking men sat in comfy leather chairs, their long furry legs and cloven hooves stretched out as they smoked, drank and enjoyed the displays of flesh before them. A few beautiful woman walked across carrying drinks plates, their bodies entirely devoid of clothes and their long flowing hair seemed to reach their waists, a strange allure following them like an odour of charm. Through the crowds he saw one such lady approaching, with long white flowing hair that reached her buttocks. In one hand she held a microphone, and the other; a dog lead which trailed down to a brightly coloured blue poodle who trotted alongside while wagging his tail.

“Well hello there little man, you seem a bit lost” She said, her alluring voice seemingly having an ethereal presence to it as she approached Carson. A flush of heat washed over the confused and rather scared Carson as he couldn’t muster the words from his mouth, instead stared into the bright white eyes of the stunning being which stood before him, her perfect lips forming a gentle smile.

“Errr, I ummm. Soooo, yes?!” Carson stammered and stuttered, finally managing to get the words out of his mouth, albeit ungracefully. She smiled in response, chuckling and brushed her hair back, her perfectly shaped breasts gently swaying as she walked forward.

“You’re human?” She asked, to which Carson looked back with some confusion before slowly nodding, as if that was a given.

“Oh gosh, you must be Carson! Brendon said you’d come” She said with a giggle as she brought he microphone to her lips. 

“Brendon?! Where is…” Carson asked as he leaned forwards in an attempt to hear the voice of the lady over the music, only to have his sentence cut off by the booming sound of the woman’s voice calling out through the speakers.

“Ladies, gentlemen and others! We have a new guest, Carson. So how about we make him feel welcome in my parlour, after all it’s not often we get two humans in a single day!” She called out, turning round to rally the crowds. The volume of the loud drum and bass music suddenly began to die down, and people who’d previously been paying no attention to Carson all turned around, until the lone man had many sets of eyes gazing upon him. 

“Errr, I’m n…not sure about this? I think I might just g..go” Carson said with a stammer, his heartbeat racing as the attention from the entire strip club wasn’t something he desired, certainly when he felt as if he was intruding into a world he wasn’t supposed to be within. 

“No no, you’re not going anywhere my pet” She snapped, turning around to face her human guest and suddenly raised her hand toward Carson. The sound of screeching metal began to sound through the nightclub as Carson felt something smooth and cold lash around his wrists, looking down to see black leather straps materialising out of the air. He watched in terror as chain-links rapidly appeared, the air around the cuffs seemed to darken into a black smoke, before condensing into solid shapes and turning into a metal link that started to rapidly form a long chain. A clunking noise sounded as a large metal ring appeared from the floor, and the materialising chains locked into place that kept Carson from escaping. 

“Wha! How the h…hell?” Carson shouted in terror, his eyes unable to understand quite what he’d just been witness to. He scrambled to remove the cuffs, but found that the bindings didn’t have straps or buckles thus making them impossible remove without a knife. Carson’s new audience stood around him as they laughed at his pitiful attempts to break free of his restraints, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as the heat of the club and the terror of his situation caused him to flop sweat. 

“Magic my dear, we don’t often get humans wandering into my club. But after Brendon told me about you, I just couldn’t resist calling you here and showing you what I showed him” The woman who Carson assumed was the Marceline that the club had been named after, since she referred to herself as owning the club. She grinned a terrifying smile as she began to wave her hands again, this time quietly chanting something.

“Let me go! Please I just wanna see Brendon” Carson said as he tugged against the restraints helplessly, before yelping loudly as he felt a sudden shock of electricity jolt up his spine. He jerked upright and began to feel something prodding against the inner part of his cargo shorts and underpants, as if somebody was pushing something against his lower back. 

“You will in time my dear, but first we’ve got to give you a form more fitting for my club.” Marceline sniggered as she lowered her hands, stroked the blue dyed fur of the panting poodle that patiently sat next to her, his tail wagging happily as he watched the helpless human struggle against his restraints. He turned around to see who’d been poking him, but couldn’t see anybody nearby, yet could still feel the same pushing sensation against his backside. He began to feel increasingly angry and frustrated, and with fear in his eyes he turned his gaze back towards Marceline and lost his temper.

“What the hell are you talking about, you dumb bitch!” He screamed in fury, gritting his teeth as he felt his cargo shorts straining against his skin, which felt like a lump had begun to press against the fabric of his attire. Carson shook with unease as he felt a strange shuddering vibration that seemed to ripple up his spine, a sensation that felt as if somebody was rubbing his vertebrae bones together.

“Oh, now there’s a thought” Marceline remarked, chuckling with a devious grin on her face. Carson’s gaze diverted down to the poodle who suddenly stood up and began wagging his tail, the long flat tongue flopped out as he began to get excited.

“You like that idea boy? Then let’s make you your very own bitch, shall we!” Marceline sniggered, waving her hands again, this time as if she was tracing a circle in the air before thrusting her hands towards Carson. A twisting sensation suddenly struck Carson in the gut, followed by a rapid wave of heat that down from his chest into his lower torso. His legs wobbled as the muscles strained to keep him standing, a weakness in his body suddenly overtaking him which forced him down onto his knees. As he slid down, he felt his Cargo shorts being pushed down by something growing out from his flesh. Before he could reach back to inspect the bizzare feeling in his backside, another twisting sensation struck his gut that forced him forwards onto both hands.

“ARrghh! Fuck…stop!” Carson cried out as the warmth spread into his ass, the odd sensation of bone creaking against bone returned, which didn’t feel painful, but it certainly wasn’t entirely comfortable. Loud popping sounds joined the noises that polluted the strip club, along with the laughter of the crowd and the low thumping of the music. Carson let out a loud groan as the skin of his ass began to stretch, as if a pair of burning finger had punched the skin of his backside and was tugging the flesh out like clay. The familiar creaking vibrations shuddered up his spine violently, and Carson arched his back up at a sudden sensation of tugging upon his asshole. His eyes widened as he let out a loud laboured moan of shock at this bizarre feeling that gripped his anus 

“Hahaha, oh my! what a lovely tail you have there, Carson!” One of the men shouted down towards the terrified human. Another wave of heat flushed down from his belly and into his buttocks, a moan of undesired pleasure left his mouth at the amazing sensation of his sensitive pucker being pulled upwards by what felt like a ring of muscle. It almost felt as if somebody was shoving a pair of hot fingers inside his rear, stretching his pucker apart and pulling upwards toward the cleft of his buttocks. The popping sensations shuddered down Carson’s spine again, this time feeling the same tugging sensations on the flesh of his lower back, and a tingling within a part of his body he’d never felt before. It almost felt like a finger or an arm extending from his back, but far more flexible as he felt it twist and twitch about, almost moving beyond his control 

“Hah! Yeah lookin’ like a really pretty dog there!” Another man shouted from the back, until Carson’s curiosity finally got the better of him, and he reached back to inspect the strange growing sensations that wracked his spine. His fingers slid down his shirt and felt his exposed skin, before touching something that wasn’t supposed to be there. A long fleshy extension was jutting out from his backside, which felt soft and fuzzy to the touch, like stroking an animal’s coat. This muscular extension moved backwards, and Carson could not only feel it twitching; but could also feel the touch of his fingers upon its flesh. There was something else as well, something tingling at the tip of this odd appendage. Carson moved his hand back down in front of him, pushed himself up with both arms until he was kneeling upright then turned his head around, his heart skipping a beat at the sight before him.

“OH GOD! WHAT THE FUCK!” Carson screamed in terror at the sight of a long canine tail that’d grown out from his backside, which was covered in a nice coat of light pinkish fur. At the tip of the tail was a mass of longer and fluffier fur, which had formed into a rounded ball shape and seemed to be coloured a much brighter shade of pink. The short light fur that covered the majority of his new tail seemed to also be spreading to the human flesh that his appendage sprouted from, and Carson could visibly observe its spread across his skin. The growth of this new animal fur felt like series of gentle prickling sensation, not at all dissimilar from paresthesia; the feeling one would have when their leg had woken up after falling asleep, and the accompanying tingle as blood poured back into the limb.

“Hahaha he’s gonna be stupid poodle boy!” One of the beautiful faun-like strippers said, pointing down over the stage and laughing at the sight of his long fuzzy dog tail. Carson couldn’t deny that the shape and style of the fur was stereotypical of poodle styling, a realisation shuddered through his body as he turned to look at the blue furred poodle that stood by Marceline’s side, wagging his tail happily and panting. 

“Noo please s..stop thaa…AHHHHH!” Carson cried out on his knees, begging the mistress of the club to spare him this fate as he stared at the poodle, realising that he might become the same dumb obedient beast. Another sudden wave of warmth flushed through his body and into his torso, forcing a cry to part his lips as burning points of heat began to develop in specific points on his chest and belly. Carson’s gaze shifted across to his chest, gasping and groaning as he felt something press up against his shirt, then saw his nipples grow erect against the deep blue fabric of his shirt. 

“Ahhh I….Oh g…god!” Carson cried out as he reached up and gripped his chest, feeling a significantly rapid swelling of flesh beneath his palms, groaning with strange pleasure as he stroked his hands across the expanding bumps, then felt more pointed protrusions expanding from below his chest. Shudders of strange pleasure shot into Carson’s backside, his bright pink poodle tail started to wag every time he stroked one of the growing protrusions, which started to feel more like new nipples. Hot hormone drenched blood began to pour into his crotch, where his manhood stirred from its flaccid state, and slowly but surely; a bulge began to form in his cargo shorts.

“Awww look, he’s happy! The stupid mutt is wagging his tail” one of the large giant-like humanoids said from behind him, sniggering at the sight of Carson’s tail thrashing back and forth, betraying his true emotional state…sexual excitement.

“N..no I’m ngghh! OHhhh fuck!” Carson cried out, reaching down underneath his shirt and tugged it upwards to reveal rows of nipples running down from his chest, stopping just above his crotch which gave him eight teats in total. Adding to their mass, the flesh behind them had begun to rapidly swell with newfound weight and mass, giving the appearance that they were slowly inflating. Carson couldn’t help but touch these his new swelling breasts, and stroked the nipples with one hand, and groped the expanding flesh with another. He could feel them gaining weight and mass, his chest expanding out against his shirt as Carson began to grow several round pairs of breasts. This sensual sight of his growing animalistic teats, combined with the delightful feeling of his fingertips across his multiple nipples only forced more blood into his terrified boner, his erection now fully pressed up against the inside of his cargo shorts and underpants.

“WHa….aaaat’s happening t…to meee?!” Carson cried out as he stroked his multiple expanding breasts, reaching both hands down to cup the underside of his lowest set of animalistic breasts, then slowly moving his hands up over each and every teat, feeling the expanding weight of his animalistic set of teats. His crotch throbbed as a stain developed at the point of his bulge, his cock oozing pre-cum from the sheer arousal of his horrifyingly sensual transformation.

“Isn’t it obvious you stupid dog?!” Marceline said with a vicious spiteful tone of voice, but wore a devious and amused expression. Carson blushed as he stared around the many eyes that looked down upon him, realising he was cupping his breasts and pleasuring himself before these stranger, yet could do nothing to stop himself. A cry of pleasure left his mouth as he tugged two of his upper nipples, shuddering as more of the short soft pink fur spread up from his tail, covering his lower abdomen and back, spreading in-between his ass cheeks and across his lowest set of breasts. 

“AHhh! Oh god it’s not st…stopping!” The terrified human stammered, his body shuddering at the paralysing bliss of his growing sets of nipples, and each pair of boobs seemed to get gradually larger the further up the body they went. The growing light pink fur tingled across his lower body and began to spread beneath his crotch, until he felt a sudden wave of heat flushing between his legs, and the throbbing bulge that pressed against his cargo shorts began to shrink. 

“N….No! No no pleeeease not that!” Carson cried out as he reached down, gripping his bulge and crying out in pleasure as he unintentionally sent a wave of orgasmic pleasure shooting into his prostate at the touch of his hand against his aching manhood. The realisation of what he feared was coming next flashed in his mind, which send both terror and excitement through his body. Carson’s eyes caught a glimpse of Marceline’s inhumanly beautiful feet and legs from his peripheral vision, and gazed up at the long haired club owner and blushed with embarrassment as she approached. Carson felt a fingertip slide across his chin as she leaned forwards, starting into Carson’s eyes with her terrifyingly beautiful white irises.

“Who’s the bitch now, hmmm? Now behave! And if you’re a good girl, you’ll get a treat” She snapped with a tone of venom in her voice as she stroked the underside of her perfect finger underneath Carson’s chin, which left a tingling sensation upon the flesh that’d been touched by this eerily beautiful woman. More of the soft light pink fur rapidly began to sprout from where her finger had touched, and as she finished her sentence; Carson felt a sudden surge of heat burning between his legs. A flush of orgasmic pleasure pounded his loins as he let out a loud groan.

“Ahhhhhhwrrrr…Yeeeesss M…misssstreess!” Carson cried out as his groan suddenly contorted and twisted into the familiar sound of a canine’s whine, his lips and tongues forming the words he spoke without the intent to do so. It was like he’d been momentary taken over, his words and actions had not been his own in that split second. Looked around as he cried out in paralysing bliss, he saw the laughing faces and peering eyes of the crowd, all staring down at him; the star of the show! He was unable to stop touching himself, helpless to stop the change and could do naught to alleviate the ridicule as his body twisted. 

Though he hadn’t the time of means to question his lack of control, as his words suddenly trailed off into a cry of bliss from the sudden flush of heat that pounded his groin. With a single hand he unbuttoned his short, then slid his hand beneath the elasticated fabric of his underwear to grasp his cock. Though his fears were fully realised as he was unable to grab what was left of his manhood with his whole hand. Where he’d been a proud six inches before, his dick had diminished to a meagre three, and it only felt like it was getting smaller. With his fingertips he gripped the glans and shuddered at the blissful feeling of his slick pre-cum coated skin, which provided ample lubrication for his trembling fingers to slide across. He could feel his cock spurting small amounts of cum against his trousers at the sensation of his fingertips, as the skin of his glans had begun to feel far more sensitive than before. Not only that, but Carson could feel his cock physically shrinking with every second that transpired, but despite this; continued to use both fingers to stroke his erect shrinking manhood. He was unable to stop, unable to cease his humiliating masturbatory display before his audience, his cheeks remaining red with embarrassment at the paradoxical quandary of his situation.

“Nnghhh…ARHHHH!!!” Carson groaned before he felt a sudden rush of intense pleasure shuddering through his body, as if a climax thrice as powerful as a male orgasm was pounding the area between his legs. A scream of fear laced ecstasy left his mouth as he felt something forcing its way inside him, causing the same shuddering ripples pleasure that relentlessly assaulted his dopamine drenched brain. The object that seemed as if it was forcing its way inside his body almost felt like a soft round object the size of a large marble, which seemed to burn with an intense warmth as he felt it moving deeper inside his loins. Not a moment later he screamed again, the audience laughed as Carson cried out in pleasure, stroking his multiple swelling breasts and wagging his fluffy poodle tail. The fur spread down his crotch and began to tingle across around his flattening pubic bone, and Caron could feel his cock sliding down between his legs where he’d previously felt the rushing orgasmic climax. As his fingers slid down to inspect the area, he felt something soft and wet before his eyes opened up wide and a gasp left his mouth.

“ARRRRHGGGWWRrrrrfff!” Carson cried out before letting loose another deep canine whine, the short lightly coloured pink fur spread up towards his chest where it began to rapidly lengthen and spread out, growing more colourful like the tuft of his tail. He slid his fingers down before they slid into something warm, muscular and twice as sensntive as anything he’d felt before or since. Two burning points seared inside Carson’s loins which began to move upwards, settling down as a wave of heat flushed into his reconfiguring genitals, until Carson began to understand what had happened. The realisation was apparent on his face as the terror overtook him, his expression changing to suit the new horrifying realisation. 

“That’s it girl…give into it” Marceline said as she stepped back up, stroking Carson’s ears gently and watched as more of the soft pink fur began to tingle across his cheeks. 

“Haha look at the dumb bitch, she’s already starting to go into heat!” One of the harpy strippers shouted, causing Carson’s audience chuckled in response as they watched the confused and lust enslaved human finger his new slick bitch pussy. A wave of shock shuddered through his body as the former human dick slid up between the folds, his internal plumbing rapidly began to reconfigure until his former male glans now functioned as a slick clit that was nestled deep within his slippery black canine vulva. After feeling no sagging skin and heavy testes beneath his opening, he realised his former human testicles were no more. They had slid up inside, the skin reformed into his new canine opening, and the shifting testes had carved out his new womb from the feeble human flesh. The burning heat that emanated from his aching black canine pussy, along with his growing desperate desire to feel something stretch his new pussy lips apart; only confirmed what the stripper had said. 

He was becoming a dog, a bitch, a stupid fluffy poodle like the one that stood beside the mistress. His testicles had become ovaries, his blood was now flooded with the new canine hormones, the oestrus now assaulting his psyche that force the thoughts of breeding into his subconscious. Carson groaned as he realised he’d probably be panting through the same drooling muzzle in no time at all, sniffing through the same wet black nose and whining in the same animalistic tone. He dreaded to think how many people had been changed, how many innocent humans had been turned to beasts thanks to this inhuman Marceline. He began to wonder who the blue poodle used to be, and what they said to have inflicted such a fate upon themselves. His mind swam with the new desires that plagued his conscious thoughts; the need to whine, to pant and push his fingers even further inside his aching hot dog cunt.

“Ahhhrrr! Ca...aaaan’t stoooop!” Carson cried out as he fell forwards, resting on his left hand whilst still fingering his new muscular dog pussy with the right. His shorts fell down around his knees, and his shirt hung loosely on his frame, which seemed to give off the impression that Carson’s body had actually shrunk. He could feel the tingling fur spreading across his ears, and the once brown hairs upon his head began to grow longer and thicker. New colour stained his hair which spread outwards form his scalp, the existing fibres rapidly became more and more like a poodle’s puffy pink hairdo with every stroke against his slick bitch vulva. The tips of his ears flopped down over his cheeks as they began to rapidly grow longer and flatted, the short fuzzy fur spread down the human skin and rapidly converted it to the hide of a fuzzy pink poodle.

“Haha! He looks so ridiculous with that pink puffy hair, he’s gonna be such a good girl!” One of the strippers remarked, chuckling as Carson pleasured himself before the crowd. He could feel his nostrils starting to twitch as the skin grew darker and wetter, his ears flopping down while the former human hair puffed up into a rather fancy looking poodle hairdo. The long bright pink fur that spread out from his chest rapidly continued to grow thicker and rounder, becoming of a similar style the puff of pink fur that tipped his tail, and now his head as the last strands of brown human hair were converted into bright pink poodle fuzz.

Carson’s eyes wandered around the crowd as they laughed, taunted and belittled him. His cheeks blushing red as he forced his hands even further inside his pussy, unable to stop himself from pleasuring his heat-struck canine vulva, unable to stop the taunting and humiliation as his humanity almost literally leaked away. Carson closed his eyes, trying desperately to resist the urges, tried to pull his hand away from his new doggy cunt, to resist the instincts that assaulted his psyche. 

“I’m a g…good g…girl?” Carson stammered as he slid his fingers even further into his aching heat stricken bitch pussy, his words expressing the crumbling of his willpower as he succumbed to the intense pleasure that wracked his unprepared human mind. Carson’s audience laughed loudly as his humanity broke before them, his human thoughts falling away like droplets of rain, his eyelids drooped down as he began to sniff the air with his nostrils. His mind began to imagine his womb fat with pups, his rounded multiple breasts that hung down from his torso desperately needed the muzzle of a dog to suck upon them, his pussy needed a knot to fill it. He, or rather SHE was now utterly consumed by the change, wanting to be even more canine than before.

“You will be! Would you like to say hello Brendon? Hmm…go on then!” Marceline said, patting the blue fluffy poodle that’d been standing obediently beside her on the head, and he promptly wandered over to Carson. Whatever human part of Carson’s mind recognised the name, the memories she had of her partner flashed in her mind as he wandered over and sniffed her changing face and long floppy canine ears.

“Ahhhwwwrrr! Br…Breeendon?! AHHHH!” Carson growled deeply as she realised the poodle had been his former partner, now turned poodle, which served as a terrifying reminder of what she herself would become. Brendon barked happily and wandered around to poke his muzzle underneath Carson’s fuzzy tail and butt, his wet nose pressed against his backside and began to inspect the familiar human scent, which also seemed to be rapidly changing to the stench of a dog. Carson raised her tail to allow Carson better access, and saw the fluffy poodle backside in front of her, causing her damp nostrils to flare at the sudden assault to the olfactory centre of her brain. A growl left Carson’s mouth as her face began to snap forwards, and her hands started to shudder inside the walls of her pussy. Without much thought she slid her hand free of her bitch vulva, moaning as she pressed both palms against the floor and eased her face towards the warm and inviting rear that had been presented to her.

“Hahah look at them, just a bunch of dumb mutts! She looks so stupid with that big pink hairdo!” One of the men shouted who looked like a huge humanoid bull, leaning down to get a better view of Carson’s stretching face as she pressed his nose against Brendon’s tight poodle pucker, sniffing his scent and licked the furry perineum. She shuddered with delight, and felt her hands and feet snapping forwards at the glorious stench of her former partner. Her stretching feet creaked and strained as they began to slowly to push his loose socks and black shoes off his stretching appendages, his toes popping satisfyingly as they began to gradually wiggle free. 

With her tail still wagging happily, Carson took a breather to lick her sagging lips as they started to darken and dribble the new canine drool, panting loudly at the feeling of her tongue starting to grow forwards. Her face creaked and ached with the changes that wracked her skull, the once familiar human features and Caucasian skin being consumed by her morphing skeleton and spreading canine hide. Her gaze shifted down to see her fingers popping and shuddering as the bones rapidly started to change, her palms swelling out against the hard floor where the shackles had held her in place. The bones in her feet and hands began to creak and strain as they fused, her upper leg and arm shuddered rather violently as they began to shrink. She could feel her ribcage shifting upwards as the puffy pink fur grew outwards, and the short lighter shades of fur that covered the rest of her body continued their decent towards Carson’s stretching hands and feet.

“I don’t think our bitch needs these anymore, she looks as if she’s more than happy to serve her new master, don’t you think?” Marceline chuckling as she spoke through her microphone to entertain the crowd, turning back ground to wave her hands again and formed a series of complex shapes. The restraints suddenly split apart and released from Carson’s shifting wrists, until the chains and leather rapidly turned to smoke and dissipated into the air once again. 

Carson’s face started to push forwards a little further, her nostrils flaring as they began to move apart as her nose and jaw creaked forwards, growling and whining at the bliss of her facial changes. Her glasses began to wobble on her nose as the limited support they’d gotten from her floppy canine ears wasn’t nearly enough to hold them in place. Her muzzle shuddered as she turned her head round again and plunged her nose against the soft fuzzy ass of her fellow poodle, growling and whining deeply as her glasses popped free of her ears and hung down over her growing snout.

“Awrrrr…caarrrnnt sttaarrrrp!” Carson growled in a rapidly changing tone of voice, her face pressed hard against Brendon’s wonderful musky backside, and let out a loud canine whine as his flat doggy tongue found her slick bitch cunt. The sloppy canine tongue began to slide all over the throbbing walls of her black poodle vulva, forcing even louder whines to leave her changing muzzle. Her neck snapped forwards as her voice began to change even further, becoming less and less human with every sniff and lick she took. Her tongue slapped up against Brendon’s furry taint, her fingers and toes snapped loudly as her thumbs and large toes were left behind in the growth of her lower fore and hind legs. The digits rapidly shrank down, her once human nails forming into dark claws as the fuzzy pink fur spread across her morphing anatomy. Her face snapped forwards a little further, her teeth shuddered within her skull and jaw as her canines grew out to match her new species, until the rest of her teeth began to rapidly follow suit.

“ARrrww…Rrrrruf!” Carson growled before letting out a muffled bark of bliss as she tried to say something one last time, but human words were beyond her stretched poodle muzzle and growing flat canine tongue. Instead she could only muster a loud bark, before whining at the sensation of Brendon’s muscular flat tongue sliding partially inside her pussy, the scent seemingly driving him wild with desire, so much so that his bright red cock had started to slowly push out his fuzzy blue sheath.

The fur around Carson’s changing paws began to grow longer and puffier, her former human fingers snapped upwards as the new black claws slid up against the hard floor. Pads that’d developed upon the underside of her digits and paws began to press against the floor as her puffy fur grew outwards, developing into rounded puffy pink balls of fuzz that grew just above her paws. She scraped her back legs upwards, sliding her stretching lower canine legs free of her socks and shoes, causing them to fall to the floor before pressing the fat canine hind paws against the floor to stand as a quadruped for the first time. Her skeleton finished its final shifts as whatever remained of her elbows and knees rapidly jerked upwards into her torso with a resounding pop, her face shuddering as she neared the end of her sudden and terrifyingly blissful transformation into a fluffy pink poodle bitch!.

“Cummon, be a good doggy, Carson!” Marcaine said as she watched the new pink poodle’s face shift forwards against the fuzzy canine backside, sniffing and lapping like the heat-maddened dog she’d become. Her whines became louder as his tongue flat tongue lapped up against his former partner’s backside, taint and fuzzy poodle testicles. Her eyes started down her long muzzle and watched as her glasses fell off her long poodle muzzle, and dropped to the ground. She could feel the walls of her cunt clench with a sudden wave of orgasmic bliss, her climax approached as she saw the last patches of human skin become coated in her short light pink fur, wanting nothing more than to become the good girl Marceline proclaimed her to be. 

Her throat let loose a deep canine whine as her irises expanded, the blue eyeballs shimmered as the sclera was almost devoured by the expanding wave of aqua. Her iris grew larger, her eyes changing into those of a beast, an obedient dog, a poodle bitch! 

A resounding pop sounded from her muzzle, her eyes bulged open as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Her pussy clenched and she let out a long loud howl of pleasure, her whole body shaking with the untold intensity that her clitoral canine orgasm brought, now a fully transformed poodle in both mind and body.
 
“Well done, it looks like we’ve got a new pet everyone!” Marceline shouted through the microphone, and the crowd began to clap for Carson’s performance, his decent into poodle-hood had merely been a momentary distraction in their day, and mere seconds passed as they once again became bored and started to walk back to their seats, laughing and sniggering at the sight of the human being rapidly degraded into the form of a beast.

“That’s why you never insult a nymph, boy they’ll turn your curses back on you” One of the satyrish men sniggered, turning round and took one last glance at the poodle whose former human words had almost certainly doomed him to the form he now resided in.

Carson and Brendon stood and panted happily, turning their attention to Marceline as she wandered over and petted the newly transformed pink poodle.

“Who’s a good girl, yes you are Carson” She sniggered as she stroked the puffy pink fur that’d replaced Carson’s brown hair, looking down and saw that her former human shirt was still hanging onto his back. “Let’s get rid of that” She said as she reached forwards and began to tear the fabric with both hands down the back, until the blue shirt flopped down over the rest of Carson’s former human clothing and glasses 

“Let’s get you two into the back room, I can tell Brendon is eager to give you some pups, and I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn’t you gal?” She said with a smile, tugging on Brendon’s blue leash and nodded her head towards the door. Carson panted happily, his bright canine eyes now locked upon her new mistress, and she followed behind like a loyal dog, her hot throbbing pussy still desperate for release, and she hoped that Brendon might help her out in the back room. She padded across the floor, happily wagging her tail, leaving her empty human clothes behind…

Along with her former life, to start anew as the club’s new pet poodle!