Elam shifted anxiously in his seat, looking from left to right. He’d always fantasized about going to Wild Child’s Clip Clop Club, but now that he was here, he had no idea what he was doing.

The curly-haired man really wanted to entertain with one of the dancers, but that didn’t keep him from the more pressing issue at hand: the fact that Aleesa was missing. His girlfriend meant the world to him, and the fact that she wasn’t around meant that he’d lost his guiding star.

The door opened behind him, and a slender-necked giraffe woman walked into the room. “Mister… Elam, was it?”

“Yes.” He nodded, clearing his throat a second later and shifting in his seat. “Um, I mean to say… what should I… I mean…” He was oddly distracted by the swaying of her hips, the club’s music in the background slipping into her ears.

“You were here about Aleesa, correct?” The giraffe woman chuckled, clicking on a television behind herself. “Well, I have a security reel here from last night that I think you could look over. Unfortunately, I’m rather busy, so you’ll have to let Adam watch over you in the meanwhile.”

Elam looked over his shoulder as she nodded to something behind him. At some point-he didn’t know how he had missed it-a stallion had entered the room, the sort of buff man with burly muscles and a bulging package contained in too-tight shorts.

“Um… Okay.” The man turned his attention away from the anthropomorphic horse, looking at the screen before himself. He didn’t know why the stallion was making his heart race, or why his pants were getting tight…

He shook his head, looking at the recording determinedly. It was a video of a private room, and sure enough Aleesa was in it. Unfortunately, there wasn’t any audio to it. The only sounds in the room were the drum of the music, Elam’s quiet breathing, and the occasional snort from the stallion behind him.

Elam stiffened in more ways than one as Adam grunted again, and he swallowed nervously. The man leaned forward towards the video, anxiously trying to ignore the strong, virile specimen behind himself. He watched as the giraffe woman sashayed into the room, her hips swaying.

It looked like Aleesa was utterly entranced by the giraffe, the girl leaning forwards in her seat, only to be pressed back by a hooved hand. The hostess slipped a pair of headphones over his girlfriend’s ears, and the girl’s jaw slackened.

Elam watched as she went slack in a sleep-like state, the girl’s eyes glazing over as the giraffe began to give her a rather lascivious lapdance. Much to his surprise, Aleesa responded well… Too well. The girl began to rub both hands between her legs, thrusting her hips at the air and bobbing her head to an imperceptible beat.

Then a bulge began to form in her pants, and Elam realized that something was very, very wrong. Her shorts slipped down her pants as a thick cock peeked from above her panties, growing larger and larger with every passing second.

The giraffe didn’t seem too preoccupied with that, even encouraging it by cupping her hands as long Aleesa’s growing length, stroking it up and down. Elam watched in stunned shock as his girlfriend grew what could only be described as a horse cock, complete with heavy, pendulous balls.

And the changes didn’t stop there. Aleesa’s cute face stretched out into a blunt snout, her neck lengthened, frame broadened. The delicate girl was gaining muscle mass, and a lot of it. She silently moaned from the screen, a sound that Elam somehow knew was a whinny of pleasure.

He watched on, transfixed, only hearing the pounding of his heart in his ears. Then the pin dropped, and he realized that he’d seen the stallion Aleesa was becoming. It was the same as Adam, the stallion behind himself.

Very close behind himself, as a matter of fact. A hot breath of air against the back of his neck made Elam yelp in surprise; then he turned towards the stallion to find him holding a pair of headphones.

“See something you like? Because there’s a charge for everything.” The anthro snorted, slipping the headphones over Elam’s ears before he could protest. Immediately the sound of music flooded his ears, and Elam slumped in his seat, a hypnotic trance overcoming him.

“I… Wait… No…” Elam murmured, swaying unsteadily. “This is…”

“This is you getting to be a part of the club.” Adam said simply, snorting. “And me getting to get off after a day’s work. You know how hard it is to keep myself from cumming around the sluts that come here?”

“Cumming? Sluts?” The two words had a distinct impact on Elam, whose world was swaying. He didn’t even protest as the stallion pulled out a syringe, sticking it in his arm and plunging the trigger. “Mnuuh…”

His heart raced faster as his body responded to whatever was within the syringe. Everything felt so warm, and his mouth was dry… He ran his tongue along his lips, now noticing how dry they were… Or how long his tongue was getting.

Instead, all that he was noticing was the cock in front of him, now freed of its confines. Apparently the stallion had stripped at some point in the past few seconds, leaving Elam free to gaze upon a titanic, throbbing shaft.

“Go on, it’s your favorite.” Adam grunted, forcefully shoving Elam’s head towards his length. The man yelped, his lips instinctively opening as he drew towards the huge cock, so that he could take it within his mouth.

“Omph!” The man groaned, starting to bob his head up and down along the stallion’s shaft, his pupils glazing and darkening. His ears began to lengthen as his face stretched, a moan slipping past his full lips. He sucked hard, bobbing his hips with an ever-broadening tongue.

His mind slowed as he absorbed himself within the repetitive motion of sucking off the stallion, the sound of that pulsing music his new everything. The man felt like he was drunk, moreso than anything else in his life.

Bliss coursed through his being, and he began to think of himself as less than a man and more of a toy, of a servant to the Clip Clop Club. Stripes coursed across his legs and he pawed as his own cock, groaning as his broadening nostrils caught the musky wind of his former girlfriend’s balls.

Drool spilled from his muzzle as he pulled from the stallion’s cock, and he giggled in a coquettish fashion. He was a horny boitoy, one of the servers here. That’s what the music was telling him to think, and so that’s what he thought.

His backside swelled as he wiggled it, a small tufted tail slipping from past his cheeks. “Aww-HEEHAW!” Elam brayed, mind fuzzing over further. A fading part of him noticed that he was becoming his zonkey OC, Lexam. The new part of him fixated on that, redubbing him as Lexi.

“Like, Lexi’s gonna make you feel all better, Adam!” The zonkey giggled, waggling his bubble butt before turning towards the stallion’s cock once more.

It seemed that Adam had other ideas; however, as the stallion grabbed him had by the hips, turning him around and shoving him onto all fours. “Hey, I don’t just want head. I want the whole package.” Adam grunted, pressing his cock, still slick with Lexi’s drool, against the zonkey’s plush butt.

For just a second, Lexi’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. But the music in his ears droned out any protest, and he giggled dumbly. “Sweety, you can take me as hard as you want!” Fur danced across his form as he scuffed his hooves against the ground dumbly, lost to lust. “Take me now!”

True to his nature, Adam did. The stallion waited no further before shoving his hard, throbbing mass deep within Lexi, burying his cock in his asshole. Lexi screamed with ecstasy, hee-hawing and tossing his head as his ears lengthened even further, teeth getting big and blocky in his muzzle.

“Yeah, you bray like the toy you are.” Adam snorted, pounding Lexi’s ass hard. Each thrust sent a ripple of motion through the man, whose chubby body was becoming a good deal more lithe and slender. This reduction of size was applied twofold to the zonkey’s cock, which was shrinking in his grasp.

Lexi didn’t mind in the slightest, not caring that his member was tiny in comparison to Adam’s. If anything, it only cemented his role as a boitoy. And besides that, it was so, so very sensitive. The headphones slipped from Lexi’s ears as he ground back hard against Adam, so gone that he couldn’t remember a thing about the person he’d been.

All that he was now, and all that he ever would be was a stripper for the Clip Clop Club. His butt wiggled as Adam plunged hard into him, then he came an instant before his lover, as befit a toy. “HEEEAWWWW!” Lexi brayed, stars dancing across the zonkey’s vision.

Adam whinnied loudly too, his cum flooding Lexi’s plump boitoy ass. The stallion slapped the changed man’s cheeks for good measure before pulling out, leaving Lexi to moan in a dazed fashion. The man that had come into the club was forever gone, and now only a boitoy remained.