Walls of sound emerged from the bouncing neon speakers. The hall was filled with willing, sweaty bodies swaying to the mythic rhythms emerging from the walls. Bodies rubbed and touched, danced and jumped, and spilled tiny blue glasses of thin pink liquid and trip over heels into willing hunk’s arms. Dylan watched it all from his seat at the bar with his arm around his date. His glasses reflected the glare of the rave lights pink and cyan and his blonde hair was short cut and well kept. His date was a bombshell blonde turned bombshell pastel goth. She looked like she belonged here with her candy green hair and piercing bubbly blue eyes. Layla was her name.
They kissed with familiarity; This was the tenth date after all. Dylan had been counting them all to make sure they got further than his last. Last girl only got to five, so ten is already twice as good, so every kiss felt twice as good. He felt safe and happy with her close by.
Some of the figures in the club’s dance were a bit more into it than others. Watching some of them just air hump and hold their hands high drew Dylan’s eyes… until he saw a lack of tits but plenty of hips. He turned his eyes back to his date instead, but she was up on her feet. “Something up?” He asked her.
“Hey, I think I saw someone I recognize over there…” She then suddenly perks up. “Oh shit, it was that bitch Rana!” Layla’s tone was very fired up.
“Oh? Do you have like, beef with her?”
“Hell no, fucking love that bitch!” She throws herself on to her feet. “Hey, I’ll be right back, okay?” She gives a big grin and walks off towards where she saw her friend and sinks into the dark corner away from the dance floor.
Dylan… waits…
2 drinks.
3 drinks.
Counting them off like dates… Counting minutes like the divisor adding up in his equation. 10 dates divided by 5 minutes is 2 drinks… But he just had 3? Maybe there was no Algebra to this, maybe he shouldn’t really correlate these things… But ending this brain exercise meant being worried about how long he had been waiting. The minutes turned to 6. 10 was no cleanly divisible by 6. This shot him up to his feet. I’ll just go check… He thought.
Lights flurried around him like a blizzard. Shadowy figures swayed like branches scratching at windows. His sneakers squeaked on booze on the floor and his eyes were drawn from tit to tat to figure to stack. He found the corner which lead to a hall. He heard huffs and heavy wet sounds and followed the hall down. It was carpeted and clean, dim but faintly pink. He scanned the walls crossing through little hive like divots were VIP booths are set up.
And he stops at one of them.
His date was on her knees on the table. She was strewn out with black latex slobbering over her thighs. The material was clinging tight to her. On either side of her was a short height man wearing an expressive futuristic cat mask. The pair were shamelessly standing tall and flirtatiously, running their latex clad hands (though they looked much more like paws) through her hair and rubbing their huge pink fat dicks against her. She had her hands on both of them and hungrily jerked them off like it was second nature.
Each of the twins turned to Dylan and smiled. “Ah, looks like the boyfriend is back.”
“He’s not bad actually. He’d make a pretty cute twink bent over and taking it~”
“Oh I agree~” The twins shared nearly the exact same voice and tone. They sounded like one person talking to themselves as they conversed, tails twisting behind them and wrapping close together. Dylan turned a concrete stone over in his throat trying to cough the words out. He exhaled sharply out his nose and lunged half heartedly. His toes stopped short of the table.
“W-what are you doing to her?!” He barked. “How is this even happening? And what is that stuff?! Layla? What happened?”
The dreamy eyed pastel turned her eyes up to Dylan and smiled. “I dunno what happened. I was following my friend and she suddenly just put on this mask or grew it or something… Next thing I knew she introduced me to her friend… And she became a he I guess~”
“Hehehe~” One of the twins sung. “I used to be a pitiful human, but thanks to this unit here I was able to transform. And now I’m much, much happier. It really is that simple. As for your girly friend here? Our pheromones are clearly very powerful on her. The more aroused you get the easier a time they have infesting you… eating away at you…” As the cat drone spoke the latex climbed higher and higher up Layla’s frame.
Oozing and crawling up, the material wrapped her tightly. It reached her tits and shoved them down like an ornery souffle pushing out from its container. It pat it down and mushed it down tight until it was wrapped up so firmly it was as if she had no tits at all. When the outline of pecs was made apparent however… And the latex kept crawling up higher and higher. Both of the cat boys came and covered her face in a thick load of glowing pink. Layla moaned, her eyes turned to hearts as the cum oozed across her face and heartlessly covered her eyes and began to harden.
“Sorry Dylan~ I… I think I’m with them now~” Click~ The material sealed shut. A tail exploded from her ass. The latex spread and let a fat pink cat cock sprout. Growing bigger and bigger. Both of the cat boys leaned down on either side and wrapped their hands around her growing dick, pumping and pumping, encouraging her. They whispered into her new growing cat ears how great it was going to be to be like them, to be a part of it. To be… like them~
Spew~ Their new cock groaned and came out a thick hearty load. Layla… Smiled? It was hard to tell without the mouth anymore hidden beneath that mask as it was. They laughed. “Unit 054… reporting for duty~”
All three cat men stared forward at Dylan.
“You… You can’t just do that! Layla…!”
“Oh, that’s the great part~” The drone that was supposedly Layla said. “The pheromones only work if the person wants it. If our powers don’t trigger we just move on like nothing happened. We can even wipe memories if we need to stay hidden. But… if the person does want it…~” Layla (?) walked off of the table, leaning down and crawling like a tiger. Their bubbly ass was raised high, their tail curved and curling in the air like a question mark contrasted against the neon lights on the wall. They poked a clawed foot at Dylan’s feet.
He felt it.
He looked down. His shoes had exploded into a pair of latex cat’s paws.
Instantly, the other two cat men began to purr and crawled off from the table, slowly easing in around Dylan. Paralyzed, Dylan could only boil at the thoughts that were rushing through his head like a ruptured gas tank. They laid their paws on him. Dylan moaned in fluttery weak hisses. Wherever they touched left little black latex paw marks that began to inflate and grow and reach out to their neighbors.
“C’mon stud, get this stuff off so we can get you off~” One purred, unbuttoning Dylan’s top.
“Let it all out~” The other cooed. “No need to worry… We’ll handle it all. And you can turn back just like I did to lure out your friend~ We’re still us, just better, happier~” This one undid Dylan’s pants until his cock was freed.
And then the third bent over, wrapped his tail around Dylan’s waist and slowly pushed against him. Dylan saw a little pink between the black latex. The third spread their cheeks and revealed the puffy glowing sex toy hole that laid between. “If it makes you more comfortable, you can fuck me. I’m the one that was Layla~ Maybe that makes it feel straighter~”
Wordless, but the process kept speaking for him. The latex crawled up his hips and wrapped around him. That ass swallowed up his cock. Each slid and thwap emerged that dick pinker and pinker, thicker and thicker than the time before. Shaped in that furnace, all Dylan could do was watch as his cock grew more and more alien and began to become much more sensitive. He comforted himself in his mind, bargained with where things were going and how he felt…
But when he came inside what used to be Layla… he couldn’t help but let a little smile spread across his face and a pair of hearts appear in his eyes. The mask slowly began to grow.
“Fuck… I… I love it~” Dylan’s smile was swallowed up.
…
Walls of sound exploded outwards with tidal waves of scandalous hooks and tantalizing rhythms. Fragmented samples of raging guitar and aggressive wobbles of chainsaw dubstep swayed the dancing bodies like fish on a hook. The four cat boys who emerged from the back room reflected the lights of the dance hall across their stainless reflective masks. Unit 055 looked over at 054. In his skintight suit and tight leggings and shoulder length gloves… He looked like he belonged here. Except, with their cocks freely hanging out and balls only teased with some idea of decency tucked between their thighs well…
It was everyone else who didn’t look like they belonged. 055 fell playfully into the biggest, strongest man’s arms he could find. This stern man looked down, curious where his blonde bimbo had gone in the confusion (she was 054’s now.)
055 just smiled up. “Hey big guy~ Need a toy?” His ears perked as he was suddenly not being held by hunky hands but black latex paws. “Oh, you’d rather be the toy~ I see~” 055 began purring. The guy backed away, staring down at his paws in realization that something was very, very not right only to glance over in time to see his date riding two cat men at once, growing her cock. The second he saw it his tail grew in.
The lights went out.
The only thing everyone could see was the DJ when suddenly his cat mask grew in and the light pierced the hall.
The party finally began~