“Oi! Ye daft, ye bam!?”

Daniel blinked in surprise, looking up from his table to find one of the bar’s servers approaching him angrily.

“Um… I mean, I just want a pint of Guiness. It’s Saint Patrick’s Day, after all, isn’t it?” The brunette asked, trying to keep any anxiety from his voice. He’d had a long day at work, and just wanted to unwind before the weekend.

“Ye, tis. And ye ain’t wearin’ green.” The man glowered, turning back towards the counter. “Oi, Tommy! This guy ain’t wearin’ green!”

A hush fell across the bar, and Daniel became acutely aware that everyone in the bar had turned to face him. “Um.” He said eloquently, perhaps the most verbose defense he’d made in his life.

“Well, well.” The bartender chuckled. You forgot to wear green in my pub laddie? That means you get served the bitch bowl.” He reached under the counter and pulled out a large, green bowl-just like a dog’s.

Before Daniel could reply, the server dropped a shot of something indiscernible before him. “Drink up.” He said gruffly.

Daniel reacted more on instinct than with any planned motion, grabbing the glass and knocking it back. It tasted like some sort of strong whiskey, albeit with the musk of bacon and something hot that Daniel couldn’t quite identify, a taste that lingered in his mouth.

It hit him a lot harder than he thought, and his head started to swim as he watched the bartender fill the bowl with amber Guiness.

Daniel hadn’t realized until now just how thirsty he was, and his mouth began to water as he watched the bartender approach, holding the bowl.

The man’s tongue absently spilled from his mouth as he began to drool, growing and thickening with every passing second. It was becoming a lighter pink, getting so long and floppy that it easily hung past his chin.

The bartender grinned at this but said nothing, instead moving the bowl to Daniel's table-then placing it on the ground.

“Huh?” Daniel whimpered in confusion, his longer tongue sending flecks of drool from his mouth. He looked down to the bowl; then back up to the bartender in surprise.

“You come into my bar dressed like a bitch, you drink like a bitch. But don’t worry, you finish this bowl and we’ll give you something green to wear.” The bartender chuckled menacingly, and Daniel nodded in response.

There was a part of him that screamed this made no sense, but that part was overshadowed by something else. It wasn’t quite drunkenness, but it certainly wasn’t sobriety either. Rather, it was like there was a part of him that wanted to fall to all fours and plunge his face into the beer.

So he did, dropping onto his hands and knees and slupping his long tongue at the fizzy, foamy surface.

The rich flavor of the beer filled his mouth, and Daniel waggled his bottom in pleasure, groaning as he licked more and more at the beer. Little did he know that with every pass of his tongue, his body was beginning to change just as his tongue had.

It started with his lips, which grew dark, thick and rubbery. The beer cling to them in an appealing manner, and Daniel panted as he slipped his tongue along them.

The next thing to change was his nose, which squashed flat against his face, becoming dark and spongy. Daniel licked this too, before dropping back to the beer once more. He drank quickly from it, lapping his tongue along the foam and moaning as rich, amber fur itched out along his back.

It came in along his backside as well, which began to bulge. Slowly but surely, a tail stretched out form his behind, poking a hole in his briefs and sending his pants spilling around his ankles. As his new appendage came in and his pants fell, his shirt began to rise as well.

It was the growth of teats, fat mounts of flesh swelling on Daniel's chest as he drank from the bowl like a dog, pressing his tongue against the cool ceramic and covering it in drool, cleaning it out. He looked expectantly to the bartender with a smile, waggling his growing tail.

“Tho can I get grrreeen thing nowrr?” He slur-growled, tilting his head from side to side.

“Of course, you stupid bitch.” The bartender chuckled, pulling a green collar from behind himself. He clipped it around Daniel's neck before the man could respond, clipping a thick leash to it.

The server reappared at Daniel's side, holding another shot. “Now, ye wannit?” The man chortled menacingly, holding out the small glass and shaking it slightly.

And, as a matter of fact, Daniel did want it. He nodded, long tongue flopping as he stared at the drink wantingly. “Wath good thot, wanth anotherrr!” Daniel opened his mouth wide, begging for it plaintively.

As he did, his jaw cracked and popped, extending from his face into a blunt doglike snout. It was stout, with thick jowls. His ears began to change as well, stretching out and growing thick and floppy. Daniel felt these changes distinctly, and he began to panic as he noticed just how much of his face he could see; that he was changing.

Then the server upended his glass into the brunette’s mouth, and Daniel gulped down the next shot in one go. It scattered all thought of panic, instead replacing them with a dull stupor. His eyes glazed as his glasses fell from his face, too unbalanced by his new muzzle to remain. The lens cracked as it fell against the ground, and Daniel panted dumbly.

Then he saw his bowl was full again, and he let out a happy whimper, snarfling up the beer like a thirsty dog. More and more fur itched its way from his skin, covering his new muzzle; his changed ears. It even spread across his hands and feet, which began to crack and pop as the bones changed.

His fingers swelled and receded slightly, losing their dexterity in lieu of canine clumsiness. His forearms shrank in time with the shaggy growth as well, and he waggled his butt as some more of the fur started to come in along his sides.

Daniel hiccupped drunkenedly as his feet split the canvas of his sneakers, and he groaned as a thick tuft of fur itched from his collar. He swayed uneasily, the shamrock on his new collar jingling.

Something felt off about who he was, but he couldn’t quite place his malformed finger on it… Daniel looked away from the bowl, out to the chuckling crowd in confusion. “Wharrr harrwoof?” He moaned, the beer having changed his vocal chords well past the point of speaking.

“You’re becoming a Setter bitch, you drunk.” The bartender chuckled gruffly, scratching Daniel's transformed ears.

The drunken man whimpered as pleasure filled his world, and he panted harder as the man forced his head back towards the bowl. “Now drink up, you animal.”

Daniel knew he shouldn’t, yet there was something irresistible about the offer. Drool mingled with beer dripped from his tongue, then he succumbed to temptation, guzzling a bowl of beer, then another, and another.

Each one stripped more and more thought from his body, covering it with more and more fur. It took only minutes for him to become a complete dog, one that was strangely horny. Daniel looked down to his cock, the last human part of his body, and panted hungrily.

Too drunk to care about the gazes of everyone else in the bar, Daniel rolled onto his back, his misshapen hands pressing at his erect length, pawing fruitlessly at his cock. It was pleasurable, but nothing like what he really wanted…

Luckily, that doglike part of his mind had grown irresistibly strong, and he dipped his mouth towards his throbbing tip, covering his cock with sticky, beer-laden licks. He lapped his tongue at his hard member, covering it with his mouth and groaning with carnal bliss at the sensations.

He bucked his hips, drooled hard, rolled his tongue all along his cock. And in doing so, he damned himself completely. Daniel's dick started to shrink more and more with every lick, pulling back towards his groin as he continued to pleasure himself.

Strangely, it only heightened his pleasure, and Daniel face-fucked himself until his cock was little more than an inch long. Then it receded completely into his canine body, replaced with the dripping slit of a bitch.

His new vaginal lips puffed with heat as he panted, a small whimper escaping his mouth as his balls transformed into ovaries, completing his change into a Setter bitch and bringing him-now her-to her first climax as a dog a second later.

Daniel howled around her dark, rubbery pussy, arching her back and kicking her four legs with bliss as she squirted onto the ground, eyelids fluttering. She panted hard, too drunk to realize she’d just forever came away her humanity.

That realization, along with a massive hangover, would have to wait for tomorrow. For now, the drunk dog was so tired, she simply passed out on the spot, curling up in her human clothes and snoring like the bitch she was.