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Dancing Beasts
By Digital Circe

PART 1

(woman to pig transformation, woman to wolf transformation, various transformations)

Story warning: nudity, religious themes

A sequel to ‘Dancing Pig’: digitalcirce.deviantart.com/ar…

It had been a year since Circe had first set foot in Ed Hall’s nightclub. She had created the biggest spectacle it had ever seen, and that was saying something. But when an immortal goddess walked in and transformed one of his most beautiful dancers into a fat pig in front of everyone – well, that tended to stick in the memory. Traffic in his strip club had gone up fourfold in the month after her appearance, as the curious and the venal and the misogynistic and the thrill seekers and the just plain weirdos sought the chance to see the impossible. It had been the talk of the adult establishments in the city – albeit a curiously low-key talk, that never seemed to attract the attention of the authorities. Perhaps it was because she had turned the sow back into Mandy, leaving the buxom blonde no worse for the wear – and more importantly – no lasting evidence. Or perhaps a goddess was just capable of blunting official inquiries.

Edward Hall wasn’t a particularly religious man, but he certainly recognized something special about the exotic enchantress. And whatever she was, she had created a windfall for his profits – that was the important thing.

But a month had gone by, and then two. And Circe had not returned. And his traffic had died back down. It wasn’t that business was bad – it was more or less like it always was. But Ed had tasted something incredible, and ‘the way it always was’ wasn’t good enough anymore. He obsessed over recapturing those numbers, raking in that profit, and being the talk of the town again. He needed to find her.

He didn’t have much to go on – just that she was a beautiful Mediterranean-looking woman who claimed to be a minor Greek goddess – but that’s what private investigators were for. And Mandy, the dancer who had been transformed, had seen the woman’s apartment and a church she apparently frequented. So eventually, his detective had a profile. His mystery woman had visited annually for at least a decade, and tended to spend her time in the city walking around, taking in the sights, and helping out with a few modest charities.

So, when Circe returned on her annual vacation, Ed Hall was ready. He decided to approach her in public, as she was donating groceries to Holy Cross.

***

It was with some trepidation that Circe had returned to the United States at all that summer, after her intense experience there the last time. Still, she’d grown accustomed to the annual sojourn, and immortal or not, she was a creature of habit. For centuries she had vacationed in the cities of the most powerful countries in the world, watching curiously the development of people without the influence of the gods. Well, of gods like herself, anyway, she mused, looking at the shabby exterior of the church. The God of Abraham seemed to have a significant presence in most corners of the modern world. Circe reflected briefly on her disappointment at not having met Abraham during his lifetime. Still, who could have predicted then how important a herdsman, no matter how wealthy, would be to the world now?

Rarely content with watching aloof, Circe occasionally frequented the small church on her visits, taking a keen interest in their food pantry. Of all the changes that humankind had undergone in the last few millennia, widespread outreach to the poor was one of the most impressive to her, and she found pride in the incremental improvement over the centuries in human decency. This vacation was like any other, and she spent a few afternoons volunteering there, with no one the wiser of her true identity. Well, almost no one. This time, she noticed a man watching her.

Ed approached cautiously, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible. “Circe?” he asked, when he was a few paces away, being sure to pronounce the kappas hard, as she had to his dancer. “I don’t know if you remember me. I own a nightclub that you visited last year.” She frowned, a look of distaste crossing her face. “You spent some time with one of my dancers,” he added. “Mandy. And I don’t know if you know it, but you made her very, very popular.”

“That wasn’t my intention,” the goddess answered. “I’d prefer to forget it.”

“But no one can forget you. What you did. There’s a hunger in people to see it again.”

Circe stopped short, and regarded Ed strangely. “Are… are you asking me to transform another one of your dancers into an animal?” she asked incredulously.

Ed nodded. “I am. And they would, too.”

“You’re a fool. Very few people would willingly partake of such a thing.”

“Look, Circe. You have a power. You needn’t only use it to punish people who slight you. You could monetize it.”

“I have no need for money,” she said.

“Of course not,” Ed agreed. “But I bet this food pantry could use it. Or the women’s shelter you poke your head in at, occasionally. I’m not going to lie to you – I want you to do this for selfish reasons. You can make me extremely wealthy. You can make my club something unique and memorable. And for that favor, you can have half of the profits, to use as unselfishly as you wish.”

“And your girls?” she asked, crossing her arms skeptically. “They want to be repeatedly turned into animals for the amusement of others?”

“They all want to make a lot of money. And most wouldn’t mind being famous – they all liked the extra attention they got last year because of Mandy. I think they’d all accept the arrangement. And if not, it’s not like they’d have trouble getting work in a different club.”

She looked over at the door to the food pantry, thinking for a moment. She was leery of being dragged back into the sordid affairs of this club. But yet… “I would want to talk to them,” Circe said evenly.

“Absolutely. I’ll call a meeting,” Ed answered, trying to contain his excitement. He almost felt like he could hear the coming chatter and accolades, although it was probably just the sound of the blood rushing in his ears.

***

The next morning the dancers had assembled, a mix of emotions clouding their minds. Ed had spoken the truth – all of them had coveted Mandy’s popularity last year, and fantasized themselves in her place – but they all knew what a high, humiliating cost she had paid to get that prestige and wealth. And while many of them had thought themselves equal to such a price, that was easy enough to imagine in the abstract. Now it would actually be possible – and they were very nervous. Sure, their boss had talked about trying to find and employ Circe for months. But none of them would have bet money on his success. The club employed almost thirty strippers, and the attractive young women sat anxiously, waiting to meet the strange sorceress. And none of them was more nervous than Mandy herself.

In a way, turning into a pig had been the best thing to ever happen to Mandy. She had been a selfish, stuck up girl, and her time as a fat sow had forced her to confront her own flaws. She had fought hard over the last year to improve herself, to be courteous and empathetic and kind to others. And it was beginning to bear fruit. Mandy had started to develop cherished friendships of a depth she had never known before, and she was generally considered to be a good person by her coworkers. Generosity had almost begun to come naturally to her.

But she was still embarrassed. Although she took her clothes off for a living, nudity didn’t bother her – it made her feel sexy and empowered. But being turned into a pig – waddling around and oinking in front of her colleagues and patrons as a common farm animal – that was being exposed in a way that cut her to the core. She had found out then, looking up at people through her dark piggish eyes, how much others really disliked her. And the insults that had rained down on the fat sow’s head still resonated with her. The goddess had transformed her, in part, because she was using ‘Circe’ as a stage name. They called her ‘Piggy’ now, and while some of that name had become a mark of honor, part of it remained an insult – and a threat.

So she looked up furtively as Ed entered, leading in the woman who had changed her life. Mandy had seen Circe in more lights than anyone else. In wrath, in sorrow, in resignation. Mandy didn’t comprehend all of it, but she knew that night had changed Circe’s life, too. Both women had come to an unpleasant realization about themselves. But when she relented, Circe had not merely changed Mandy back – she had offered the stripper a choice. Be a human, and try to live a better life; or go back with the goddess and live out her days as a content pig. Circe had made it clear that she would have preferred the latter. She had wanted Mandy to be a pig. And she probably still did.

It got very quiet when she entered. Circe looked around at the room full of beautiful girls. Some were ones she had seen on her visit the previous year. Some were new to her. But all were looking at her intensely – some nervous, others interested, a few even resentful. Every single one of these attractive women knew that she would soon be transformed into an animal.

And yet, they were still here, quietly waiting for it to happen. Whether it was interest, resignation, or mere greed, their very presence meant that they had accepted becoming beasts. But it was obvious that, despite what Ed had suggested, not all of them were enthusiastic about the idea.

“Hello,” Circe said, looking from dancer to beautiful dancer. “I am Circe. Your employer has asked me to… lend my talents to your club. To make your exotic dances… significantly more exotic.” There were some nods, and Circe took a breath. “Let’s not mince words,” she added. “I’m going to turn you all into beasts, just like I did to Mandy last year. If that isn’t something you want, do not feel that you have to. Don’t let your coworkers pressure you. Stay only if you are willing to undergo such a metamorphosis.”

There was some murmuring, but no one stood and left. Circe nodded, a little impressed that Ed had delivered on his promise that his girls were willing to be transformed. They had not been misled. “Is there anything we can do to make the process easier?” Ed asked, clearing his throat.

She nodded. “I can prepare a potion that will make it simpler for me to control their forms. Repeatedly shifting so many people simultaneously can be taxing, otherwise.”

“Do it. I’ll make sure they all drink it.”

It wasn’t a complicated potion – the same recipe, more or less, that she’d laced food and drink with on her island back before the Odyssey had been written. She mixed it there, giving each girl a thimble-full to drink. One by one, they took it, knowing that they were giving Circe much more power over their humanity. Now it would be simple to mutate them, requiring little more of her than a whim.

When it was her turn, Mandy quietly took the mouthful of potion, swallowing it quickly. “Hello, Mandy,” Circe said quietly, low enough that Ed couldn’t hear. “Are you sure about this? Are you willing to become a pig again?”

“I… I don’t know,” the pretty blonde admitted.

“This isn’t a time for indecision.”

“Oh, I’m ready. At least, part of me is. But… well, I know more about what it means than Mister Hall does.”

“Your boss seems quite eager to see you as a pig again.”

Mandy nodded slowly. “It’s been… a strange year. He’s been obsessed with you, with what happened. He can’t get it out of his mind. Sometimes I even had to wear a hair beret with little pink pig ears on it during dances. It was the best thing ever for him, for his club, so he expects us to feel like it was the best thing ever for us, too.”

“It wasn’t that bad, was it? You made for an excellent pig.”

“Well… I guess I can’t get it out of my mind, either.”

Circe patted Mandy on the shoulder. “Do you want to demonstrate for your sisters?” she asked. Mandy swallowed, but nodded.

“I’ll change you first, then,” promised Circe, and continued handing out the potion to the anxious strippers.

At last, though, they had all drank it, and the goddess could feel her magic in each of them, rooted in their core like part of Circe’s own body. Transforming them would never take an appreciable expenditure of will, of forcing or overshadowing them – it would require no more effort than flexing her fingers would. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had willingly done that; allowed their physical form to be such an idle plaything to her. And here was an entire room full of beautiful women who had voluntarily given up any chance of ever resisting her magic! Proof, if she still needed it, that this was their choice.

She looked around and smiled, impressed despite herself at the novelty of the situation. The world had changed indeed. Finally, she locked eyes with Mandy. “Come forward,” she said, some feeling of the old confident command filling her voice. “Go ahead and take off all your clothes,” she instructed.

Mandy stood hesitantly, and walked out in front of all the other strippers. She started shucking off her clothing; her jacket and blouse and bra and extra jewelry, and then her shoes and socks and shorts and even her panties. She did it quickly, not wasting time with the titillation strippers normally traded in. After all, she wasn’t here to impress her coworkers. Just get naked so that she could turn into a pig.

“Watch closely,” Circe told her audience, and started her spell. Mandy felt the warmth of the magic filling her, and then her body begin to transform. This time it started with her snout, her nose turning up and growing larger. Her ears followed suit, growing large and pointed and floppy as they rose high on her head. Mandy grunted, overwhelmed with emotions. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and on some level she worried that it was all a trick; that she would not be restored. That it was a ruse to turn her back into a pig forever. She looked around shyly at her coworkers, all of whom were staring intently at her swelling pig features.

She felt her body thicken as she developed a healthy plumpness, and her pig tail coiled out, slapping around just beyond her conscious control. The springy little whip twitched about, slapping lightly against her lower back and hips and the tops of her plump butt cheeks. She knelt down before the goddess, preparing to become a quadruped. As she did so, her hands and feet began to harden, cloudy nails growing to cap her bulging hooves and small dew claws.

Her senses were growing more pig-like, scent and sound becoming more useful to her. She felt her belly flower, moving from merely plump to a true potbelly, and a dozen small nipples growing in behind her fantastic boobs. Her arms and legs began to shrink, her hips and shoulders becoming those of an animal.

She turned her head up, squealing softly, as her spine and neck changed. Her snout grew gigantic, completely enveloping her mouth as her teeth became blockier, and her neck twisted to align her growing head forwards. She blinked through dimming eyes as her neck swelled, fat bloating out on the once-elegant thing. But fat was developing everywhere, and she felt herself blossom into a large barrel shape, her immense new belly filling the area between her squat legs. Her arms were entirely gone now, and her hind legs had become the same size. She was standing comfortably on all fours, just like a pig should. Behind her, her much larger, flatter butt widened, the cheeks separating to display her feminine treasures. And both her pretty pussy and her anus changed as well, twisting around to point directly behind her. Within moments, both looked like those of an ordinary pig.

Mandy squealed more loudly, as she neared the end of her transformation. Her face lost all of its former shape, becoming the wedge shaped head of a sow. Her magnificent jiggling breasts contracted, finally shrinking into teats like the others that dotted her bloated fat belly. Her long blonde hair began to dwindle, fading away to reveal her new head. Her insides twitched and spasmed, becoming pig organs, and then it was done. A perfect fat sow stood where Mandy had been only minutes before. A cheer went up from the assembled strippers, as they applauded Circe’s display of power.

Circe quickly restored Mandy’s voice, and the fat sow waddled around, letting her coworkers examine her, and impress upon them how real this was. Many of them had not seen her initial metamorphosis, and the chance to interact with the sow was deeply instructive. They asked the pig questions about what it was like, what she felt like, how she was coping. The former woman answered them all as forthrightly as she could.

“So you see, ladies, it isn’t that bad,” Ed said, patting Mandy’s flat head affectionately.

“If you want, I can change them all into a herd of swine now,” Circe offered.

“Well, we’d prefer it to be more than just pigs,” Ed said. “No one’s going to pay to see just one animal all the time. I think people want a variety.”

“Of course.”

“All except Piggy, of course. She’s kind of a mascot, being the first one and all – we do need her to always be a pig, for the sake of continuity. But other than her, I don’t think pigs would be very popular.” The sow turned away, blushing.

“Well then,” said Circe, looking out at the other girls. “I suppose you should all pick what animals you want to be. We’ll need to practice a lot, so you can get the feel of moving in your bodies as they transform. I guess you can strip like normal for the first half of your stage dance, then I’ll slowly turn you completely into your chosen animal in the second half. After you leave the stage, you’ll turn back almost completely human except for a few animal features – like a tail and nose – in order to go around and sell your private lap dances. I think for those individual dances, I should make your transformation back into your animal form slower, with all of the superficial changes happening first, and all of the bulky mass changes happening towards the end. After all, you probably don’t want to try to juggle being a full sized horse or lioness or whatever in a man’s lap for very long. And between each client, you’ll reset to your mostly human form. Does that sound workable?”

There were nods around the room. The strippers murmured amongst themselves, their hearts racing. Circe looked around, catching each of their eyes. “So,” she asked, “what do each of you want to be?”

The girls formed a line, telling Circe what they wanted, and then being changed into a beast like Mandy. A wolf, a tiger, a panther, a lioness. One girl asked to be a horse, and another a silky cat. Soon, aside from Ed and Circe, the room was full of animals.

Circe gave the beasts back their voices, letting them get a handle on walking around and exploring the differences in their new bodies. They asked questions, trying to learn all they could. Finally, after about an hour in their animal forms, Circe transformed them all back. And then they all put on their boots and thongs and stripper costumes.

They practiced transforming all that day, dancing while their legs were changing, moving sensually as a beast, and even practiced lap dances on each other as they transformed, figuring out how best to stimulate clients at every step in the process. Circe transformed each of them dozens of times, working closely with the girls to make their erotic metamorphoses as easy and natural for them as possible.

Like Piggy, all of them became full animals, every natural human feature lost to the beasts they had chosen. But some of the strippers had unnatural features which did not transform. A few, like Dakota, had big fake boobs, and their breast implants remained unchanged in animal form. Isla had gages in her ears, and a few others had prominent piercings like naval rings. Hair extensions also remained unchanged. Tattoos were generally hidden by fur, but not many of the girls had prominent ones.

Dakota herself looked interesting as a sleek tigress with gigantic furry, human-shaped boobs. And far from being embarrassed, she kind of liked the reminder of her humanity. She incorporated them into her dance, sensually rubbing them on her partner even when she was entirely an animal. And she walked with a purposeful lope, causing her furry assets to sway sexily.

At last, all of the beasts felt comfortable with their new routines. Circe restored them to human form, letting them get dressed in their civilian clothing. “We’ll debut the new show on Friday, when we’re busiest,” decided Ed. “No explicit pre-advertising, though, just hints. We’ll let word-of-mouth power customers for the first weekend. And we’ll rename the club ‘The Bestiary’ without explaining it.” The idea was mutually agreeable, and so the girls continued their last few days as normal strippers.

***

Friday came quickly for the anxious girls. And though there had been no forewarning, the patrons could feel the nervous energy in the performers. The Bestiary started out with normal dancers until late evening, when the house was full. Then, when they had a big enough audience, it was time to debut their new format. The DJ nodded to Mandy, and she took her place by the stage. All the unoccupied dancers turned to watch – after all, they were about to experience this too. This was finally the moment of truth.

“We have a real treat for you tonight,” the DJ intoned. “Some of you might have been here a year ago, or heard tell of our next performer, and her amazing metamorphosis. Well, as everybody who’s seen her dance in the last year can tell you, she’s still a bit of an animal at heart. So pay close attention to Piggy, ladies and gentlemen, as she lives up to her name!”

As the customary cheer went up, Mandy strutted out, hips swaying suggestively, wearing a slutty farm girl costume consisting of a neckerchief, tight cutoff ‘daisy duke’ overalls, boots, and her black lingerie. She waved affably to the crowd, and then embraced the pole, sliding down it and then springing back up, and swaying in a loose circle around it. Then she started to move in earnest, bouncing her assets around vigorously.

Dancing was still fun for her. She had a great beat pounding, a lot of energy, and everybody’s attention. Even knowing that within minutes, everyone would be looking at her as a pig didn’t detract from the moment. And, if she was being honest with herself, as much as she’d tried to improve as a person, she still had a lot of pride. Mandy felt that she was the best dancer the Bestiary had to offer. And tonight, she aimed to prove it.

She was certainly in top form. She swayed and sashayed, drinking up the audience’s adulation, and loosed her neckerchief, letting it drift over her shoulder as she undulated close to a patron who had just put money on the stage, favoring him with a good view of her deep cleavage. She could feel their anticipation – they knew, from that introduction, that this was going to be more than a striptease dance.

Sonorously she unbuckled her mini-overalls. Even unfastened, they were tight enough that she had to pull them down, rather than let them drop. The crowd cheered when they were gone, exposing her bra and thong. She shook from left to right, making her breasts bounce, and then alternated with languidly turning around the pole. Soon she had unfastened her bra, discarding it casually behind her to wolf whistles and applause. She smiled proudly, making her big boobs bounce around, and prepared herself.

Watching closely, Circe started her transformation, intent on returning Mandy to her rightful form. This time the stripper didn’t panic or complain, although she did make a low oinking sound for the crowd. She continued to dance and sway, smiling and winking at interested patrons, and dancing close to anyone who laid their money on the stage. They were rewarded with a close-up not just of her bare body, like normal, but of her shifting features – her flaring nostrils, her pointing ears, her twitching tail. And they were riveted, enraptured with her. Because they were seeing what nobody really thought would ever be seen again.

Mandy snorted a little from her growing snout, and quickly recognized her improving sense of smell. Now that she was ready for it, it wasn’t nearly so distracting, and she allowed herself to take in all the competing odors of the crowd while she swayed hypnotically. Sweat, cologne, alcohol, arousal. She almost thought she could smell emotions – lust, eagerness, desperation, condescension… maybe even envy, from one or two patrons. And a hint of trepidation from her fellow dancers and beasts-to-be.

She kicked off her boots as her feet took on their hoof-like forms, stepping carefully on them. She shook her butt, now crowned with a full pig’s tail, and oinked coquettishly for her audience. They clapped as she developed her new nipples, growing out along the full length of her belly. She lost herself in gyrating and posing, soaking in the crowd’s enthusiasm and losing herself to the dance.

The bulk of Mandy’s body had not started changing, letting her retain her sexy, enticing form. Mandy appreciated that – although the change would happen more evenly here on stage than it would later on, there was only so much sexy movement she could do in a pig’s body. And here, her movements had to attract attention. She rubbed her body against the pole again, catching her breath, and wiggling her tailed bottom for the crowd before pushing back into the dance – a sexy woman with fully developed hooves, ears, snout, and tail.

Finally, the big changes began. She started to grow pleasantly plump, her increasing flesh swelling large on her. But even that, Circe allowed to build in a way that enhanced her butt, keeping her sexy even as she became decidedly non-human. As she swayed, her arms and legs shortened, her fingers stiffening into full hooves. Her head changed shape, growing large, and realigning with the mass of her suddenly barrel-shaped body. She swayed again, allowing herself to elegantly transition to all fours, just as her hips resettled along her fat flanks. As her golden hair regressed, Mandy looked around, pleased not to see disgust on people’s faces. True, not all of them looked at her rapidly changing body with lust – but she saw interest and curiosity everywhere. They were embracing the pig dancer. She reared up on her back hooves, squealing proudly, as her butt finally lost its human definition, and her thong slid down her transformed thighs. It was finished – Mandy was once again a sow, albeit one wearing a lot of mascara. The plump pig trotted off the stage, while a page collected her clothes and earnings.

“How about a hand for Piggy, ladies and gentlemen? I guess she really did make a pig of herself! She’ll be making rounds momentarily – if you want to see her change just for you, be sure to ask her for a private dance. She’ll make you feel like you’re living high on the proverbial hog.” A thunderous cheer went up, almost shaking the walls. Mandy squealed flirtatiously, proud of herself. She had done it, and done it well.

But while she was an icon of the Bestiary, the sow was not its only performer, and the DJ quickly cued up the next one. “Our next dancer, Hypatia, isn’t nearly so tame as our sweet, domesticated Piggy. In fact, she’s more of a she-wolf. And as you can see, with both her moons so full, it’s time for her to walk on the wild side! Put your hands together for Hypatia!” he called, and the raven-haired beauty strutted out, waving, and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

Circe rolled her eyes at the silly wordplay, but focused on the gyrating girl. She would give Mandy a few minutes in her sow form for anyone that wanted to see her as a pig, before shifting her back to almost human for lap dances. But most of her attention was on the stage.

Hypatia, or Cara, as she was really named, had joined the club six months ago, so she had known of Mandy’s metamorphosis by reputation only. The dark haired girl was ready, though – and she had picked an animal that she loved. She hoped there were a lot of werewolf fans in the audience tonight. She was dressed in a tight, tied t-shirt, cutoffs, and lots and lots of jewelry – mostly bracelets and dangling necklaces. Her ears had also been pierced multiple times, and lots of earrings glinted and glittered in the shifting light.

Despite her nervousness, she took to it as well as Mandy had, sonorously peeling off her shirt and pants, then her bra, shaking what she had to good effect. Her necklaces bounced with her movements, glittering like fairies, before pooling back between her breasts whenever she paused. And just like Mandy, once her bra was gone, she began to change.

Cara’s ears pointed, a light dusting of fur becoming evident on her skin, and a long tail pushing out above her thong. New nipples grew across her belly. She shook her ass, wagging her tail as well, and experienced her own senses improving as her eyes and nose changed into those of a wolf. She smelled all the things Mandy had, and one thing more – pork. She locked canine eyes with Mandy’s dim piggy ones, smelling the other stripper as only a predator can. She was surprised at how resistant she was to pushing that feeling away – how much she enjoyed regarding her fellow dancer as a potential meal. Even fantasizing about actually hunting the pig down and eating her.

Mandy watched, enjoying the show, and felt herself shift back until she only had her corkscrew tail and a larger, flatter pig nose. A page handed her a thong and garter belt, and she started her rounds, seeing if anyone wanted a lap dance. It took her a while to find one, which surprised her, but then all eyes were on the jiggling wolf girl. It was still too new, too incredible a sight – they all wanted to watch the stage performance. But eventually she found a willing partner, pulling him to a side couch as he pushed his money in her garter belt, and she began to caress up against him.

She snuggled, moving her body sensually against his, rubbing her assets firmly against his chest, his lap, his face. She teased him with her energetic tail, being sure to make gentle grunting sounds for him. Soon enough, she started to shift again, and she felt his quick intake of breath as he fully comprehended that it was real, that it was really happening – that the beautiful woman writhing in his lap was becoming a squealing pig. There had been no illusion or special effect on the stage. This club was a place where gorgeous girls really could turn into animals.

She moved as she had practiced, bringing her shifting features to his attention. She caressed his face with her hooves, and pushed her tail into his lap. She made sure he got to see her ears point and push out of her hair, and as she bent down to nuzzle his nipples through his shirt, she did so with her nascent tusks. There were all the usual aspects of a lap dance, too – rubbing her butt and breasts against him, making the experience sensual – but he was paying so see a woman de-evolve as much as he was paying for titillation.

And he was clearly quite satisfied with the combination, moaning and shifting in his seat even as he strained in his pants under her. He breathed in her cheap perfume, watching her changing body closely. He seemed to like when her extra nipples returned, sitting forward to keep contact with her breasts and belly. She half giggled, half grunted; and looked up at him lustfully with her dark, piggish eyes. Even towards the end, when her mass started changing, he seemed into it. He was impressed with the talented and daring stripper. It was a unique and unexpected experience – this was a beautiful woman that wanted to become a fat sow for his entertainment. And finally she did, grunting and rubbing her snout in his lap as the pig she had inevitably become. He looked at her for a moment, impressed at the incredible change his dancer had endured. There was certainly nothing remotely human about the cute, grunting she-pig now.

As the man returned to his seat, the sow shifted back, pulling her thong on and collecting her money. Then she went back out, looking for another customer.

Meanwhile, on stage, Hypatia had continued to transform, pulling her paws free of her high heels. She threw her head back, howling, and garnering lots of cheers. Her fur was growing thicker across her limbs and back, and starting to develop on her face and between her breasts. Her muzzle pushed out, teeth and tongue warping into canine forms, even as new nipples darkened on her belly. Her necklaces and earrings continued to glitter against the smooth luster of her fur, highlighting the contrasts of her changing body – her long, furry ears bent over a little with their weight. Below, though, she was clearly still a woman, with little fur on her heaving breasts or her butt, and her sexy outline still clear.

Eventually, though, her mass changes started as well, and her flanks shifted, her fur finished growing, and her breasts diminished into two more small nipples. Her long hair finally faded into her thick pelt, leaving a jet black streak on the back of the dark-furred animal, and her head turned up to face forward on her quadruped’s body. Within minutes, the beautiful Cara had completely become a she-wolf.

The young wolf reared up on her hind legs, one forepaw braced on the pole, and let out a full-bodied howl. The crowd roared in appreciation at the spectacle, and Hypatia shook her head, liking the feel of her sleek, graceful predator’s body. She felt amazing, and powerful. She howled again for good measure, then strode off the stage with confidence and determination. People wanted to see her, to touch her, and the proud animal was happy to let them. She was unmistakably a beast, but all of her dangling necklaces and earrings made it clear that this she-wolf was still the same creature that had walked onto the stage as Hypatia the dancer.

“Want to join Hypatia’s pack? She’ll be making her rounds in a moment, if you want to get a better look at a genuine werewolf. Ask her for some personal attention if you want to make our sexy she-wolf howl!” the DJ said, and queued up for the next dancer. The wolf padded around, looking hungrily at some of her regulars. As with Mandy, Circe gave her a few minutes to show off her full animal form before she was changed back for lap dances. When Cara stood back up on two legs, she still sported her lupine eyes, teeth, and tail.

Cara started her circuit of the audience, looking for patrons interested in a private dance. She ran into the same problem Mandy had – watching the different stage transformations was still too new an experience for most of the customers to want to look away. But she found another problem, as well – while men were clearly excited to see Hypatia turn into a wolf on stage, she noticed that they were a bit nervous about private dances when she came up to them. It took her longer to find a man brave enough to have a soft, harmless girl turn into a fierce fanged predator in his lap.

The next dancer up was Asenath, who had chosen to be a panther. She purred as she twirled, smooth black fur growing sensuously across her gyrating body and her eyes turning yellow. After that, Glory took the stage to become a sleek leopard. She had improvised a pouncing motion into her dance which was well received, especially once her spotted fur and tail had grown in, and her legs had shifted enough to give her more lift. Then Tempest turned into a tigress, followed by a lynx, a lioness, and another wolf. Then a prancing palomino horse, a cheetah, a gorgeous snow leopard, and a common housecat. A third wolf followed, along with a second tigress. Fifteen dancers were scheduled that night, and the full rotation took about an hour and a half; and after they finished, Mandy took the stage again to become a plump, squealing sow.

After most of the girls had become animals, demand for private dances shot up. Men now wanted to see the changes up close. The club was becoming crowded, as patrons stayed far longer than usual, taking in the novelty of transformation as well as the great variety of species. Even so, there was a distinct difference in attention for the girls. All of them had one of their best nights, but a few were absolutely overwhelmed with customers. Honey, especially, was a surprise hit. Men were constantly waiting in line for a private dance with the charming catgirl, and she could barely get away to do her rotations on stage. The soft, purring girl had chosen a long haired Siberian form, although her final body was fairly large even for her breed. Cheyenne, who had become a horse, also did very well for herself. Her rich, golden hair was preserved in her palomino coat, and she swished her tail coquettishly, even in mostly human form, as she led her endless parade of customers to her back couch. She’d always loved horses as a girl, and was unambiguously happy to transform into one now that she’d had the chance to get comfortable with it. And, of course, Mandy had a banner night. Being one of the prettiest and most infamous girls, her return to form had been enthusiastically welcomed.

By the end of the evening, it seemed clear that most of the men had a distinct inclination towards tamer animals. While some adventurous patrons unreservedly welcomed lions or wolves, a lot of them were a little tense as the girls’ teeth and claws grew, and soft, curvy female flesh was replaced with predator’s lean muscle. The novelty of the experience kept all the girls busy – none of them had much free time to spend in the dressing room. But still, the jungle cats and wolves were a little disappointed by their comparatively cooler reception.

After the final call, the girls broke up in twos and threes, chattering about their experiences and counting their larger-than-average earnings, distributing generous tips to waitresses and bouncers. In part, they needed time to decompress. In part, though, they wanted to avoid any outside attention. Patrons harassing dancers as they left was a problem any strip club faced, and tonight the bouncers reported that more customers than usual were hanging around outside. Ed arranged for each girl to be escorted to her car by at least three guards, but many chose to wait it out, unwinding from the bizarre experience of repeatedly transforming into a four-legged beast.

Profits from the door cover charge and alcohol sales were counted, and the manager gave Circe her share with a nod. He knew that his club would again be the talk of the town.

And it was. The next evening, there was already a long line waiting by opening time. If the strippers had felt busy before, it was nothing compared to this deluge. Patrons included both regulars and the simply curious, fetishists and thrill seekers. And again, Honey was run ragged with attention and requests for private dances. The catgirl never had a waiting list shorter than twenty people the whole evening. The rotation was a bit different, and included a few dancers that hadn’t been present on Friday, including some new species. In particular, Aurora, who transformed into a fuzzy, plump panda bear, found herself warmly embraced. The shy little black and white bear was an instant hit, and almost as busy with private dances as the cat and the horse. This time, the strippers felt a little more comfortable with their acts. Most of them had already done it, and those that secretly worried that they might not be changed back felt those fears quelled. And their fear of acceptance was completely gone. Many of the patrons clearly lusted after the beast women. And even those that didn’t were fascinated with the process; appreciative of experiencing the impossible with the beautiful women.

It was an exhausting night, with barely time to catch their breath. Their bodies felt strange – changing back and forth constantly wasn’t a physical demand, like dancing was, but there was no question that the shifting of their skin and muscle and bone stimulated something in them. But it had been worth it. Every girl had made more than three times what she’d earned on Friday, and Honey couldn’t even force her huge stack of bills into her wallet. It was the most profitable night of any of their careers. A few of the dancers questioned how long this trend could last, but they obviously stood to at least profit handsomely in the short term. As they decompressed, they talked excitedly about what they could now afford – some planned to pay off debts, others to start attending college. Glory suddenly was no longer worried about how she would provide for her ten month old baby. Their horizons seemed very bright.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 2

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Dancing Beasts
By Digital Circe

PART 1

(woman to pig transformation, woman to wolf transformation, various transformations)

Story warning: nudity, religious themes

A sequel to ‘Dancing Pig’: digitalcirce.deviantart.com/ar…

It had been a year since Circe had first set foot in Ed Hall’s nightclub. She had created the biggest spectacle it had ever seen, and that was saying something. But when an immortal goddess walked in and transformed one of his most beautiful dancers into a fat pig in front of everyone – well, that tended to stick in the memory. Traffic in his strip club had gone up fourfold in the month after her appearance, as the curious and the venal and the misogynistic and the thrill seekers and the just plain weirdos sought the chance to see the impossible. It had been the talk of the adult establishments in the city – albeit a curiously low-key talk, that never seemed to attract the attention of the authorities. Perhaps it was because she had turned the sow back into Mandy, leaving the buxom blonde no worse for the wear – and more importantly – no lasting evidence. Or perhaps a goddess was just capable of blunting official inquiries.

Edward Hall wasn’t a particularly religious man, but he certainly recognized something special about the exotic enchantress. And whatever she was, she had created a windfall for his profits – that was the important thing.

But a month had gone by, and then two. And Circe had not returned. And his traffic had died back down. It wasn’t that business was bad – it was more or less like it always was. But Ed had tasted something incredible, and ‘the way it always was’ wasn’t good enough anymore. He obsessed over recapturing those numbers, raking in that profit, and being the talk of the town again. He needed to find her.

He didn’t have much to go on – just that she was a beautiful Mediterranean-looking woman who claimed to be a minor Greek goddess – but that’s what private investigators were for. And Mandy, the dancer who had been transformed, had seen the woman’s apartment and a church she apparently frequented. So eventually, his detective had a profile. His mystery woman had visited annually for at least a decade, and tended to spend her time in the city walking around, taking in the sights, and helping out with a few modest charities.

So, when Circe returned on her annual vacation, Ed Hall was ready. He decided to approach her in public, as she was donating groceries to Holy Cross.

***

It was with some trepidation that Circe had returned to the United States at all that summer, after her intense experience there the last time. Still, she’d grown accustomed to the annual sojourn, and immortal or not, she was a creature of habit. For centuries she had vacationed in the cities of the most powerful countries in the world, watching curiously the development of people without the influence of the gods. Well, of gods like herself, anyway, she mused, looking at the shabby exterior of the church. The God of Abraham seemed to have a significant presence in most corners of the modern world. Circe reflected briefly on her disappointment at not having met Abraham during his lifetime. Still, who could have predicted then how important a herdsman, no matter how wealthy, would be to the world now?

Rarely content with watching aloof, Circe occasionally frequented the small church on her visits, taking a keen interest in their food pantry. Of all the changes that humankind had undergone in the last few millennia, widespread outreach to the poor was one of the most impressive to her, and she found pride in the incremental improvement over the centuries in human decency. This vacation was like any other, and she spent a few afternoons volunteering there, with no one the wiser of her true identity. Well, almost no one. This time, she noticed a man watching her.

Ed approached cautiously, trying to be as nonthreatening as possible. “Circe?” he asked, when he was a few paces away, being sure to pronounce the kappas hard, as she had to his dancer. “I don’t know if you remember me. I own a nightclub that you visited last year.” She frowned, a look of distaste crossing her face. “You spent some time with one of my dancers,” he added. “Mandy. And I don’t know if you know it, but you made her very, very popular.”

“That wasn’t my intention,” the goddess answered. “I’d prefer to forget it.”

“But no one can forget you. What you did. There’s a hunger in people to see it again.”

Circe stopped short, and regarded Ed strangely. “Are… are you asking me to transform another one of your dancers into an animal?” she asked incredulously.

Ed nodded. “I am. And they would, too.”

“You’re a fool. Very few people would willingly partake of such a thing.”

“Look, Circe. You have a power. You needn’t only use it to punish people who slight you. You could monetize it.”

“I have no need for money,” she said.

“Of course not,” Ed agreed. “But I bet this food pantry could use it. Or the women’s shelter you poke your head in at, occasionally. I’m not going to lie to you – I want you to do this for selfish reasons. You can make me extremely wealthy. You can make my club something unique and memorable. And for that favor, you can have half of the profits, to use as unselfishly as you wish.”

“And your girls?” she asked, crossing her arms skeptically. “They want to be repeatedly turned into animals for the amusement of others?”

“They all want to make a lot of money. And most wouldn’t mind being famous – they all liked the extra attention they got last year because of Mandy. I think they’d all accept the arrangement. And if not, it’s not like they’d have trouble getting work in a different club.”

She looked over at the door to the food pantry, thinking for a moment. She was leery of being dragged back into the sordid affairs of this club. But yet… “I would want to talk to them,” Circe said evenly.

“Absolutely. I’ll call a meeting,” Ed answered, trying to contain his excitement. He almost felt like he could hear the coming chatter and accolades, although it was probably just the sound of the blood rushing in his ears.

***

The next morning the dancers had assembled, a mix of emotions clouding their minds. Ed had spoken the truth – all of them had coveted Mandy’s popularity last year, and fantasized themselves in her place – but they all knew what a high, humiliating cost she had paid to get that prestige and wealth. And while many of them had thought themselves equal to such a price, that was easy enough to imagine in the abstract. Now it would actually be possible – and they were very nervous. Sure, their boss had talked about trying to find and employ Circe for months. But none of them would have bet money on his success. The club employed almost thirty strippers, and the attractive young women sat anxiously, waiting to meet the strange sorceress. And none of them was more nervous than Mandy herself.

In a way, turning into a pig had been the best thing to ever happen to Mandy. She had been a selfish, stuck up girl, and her time as a fat sow had forced her to confront her own flaws. She had fought hard over the last year to improve herself, to be courteous and empathetic and kind to others. And it was beginning to bear fruit. Mandy had started to develop cherished friendships of a depth she had never known before, and she was generally considered to be a good person by her coworkers. Generosity had almost begun to come naturally to her.

But she was still embarrassed. Although she took her clothes off for a living, nudity didn’t bother her – it made her feel sexy and empowered. But being turned into a pig – waddling around and oinking in front of her colleagues and patrons as a common farm animal – that was being exposed in a way that cut her to the core. She had found out then, looking up at people through her dark piggish eyes, how much others really disliked her. And the insults that had rained down on the fat sow’s head still resonated with her. The goddess had transformed her, in part, because she was using ‘Circe’ as a stage name. They called her ‘Piggy’ now, and while some of that name had become a mark of honor, part of it remained an insult – and a threat.

So she looked up furtively as Ed entered, leading in the woman who had changed her life. Mandy had seen Circe in more lights than anyone else. In wrath, in sorrow, in resignation. Mandy didn’t comprehend all of it, but she knew that night had changed Circe’s life, too. Both women had come to an unpleasant realization about themselves. But when she relented, Circe had not merely changed Mandy back – she had offered the stripper a choice. Be a human, and try to live a better life; or go back with the goddess and live out her days as a content pig. Circe had made it clear that she would have preferred the latter. She had wanted Mandy to be a pig. And she probably still did.

It got very quiet when she entered. Circe looked around at the room full of beautiful girls. Some were ones she had seen on her visit the previous year. Some were new to her. But all were looking at her intensely – some nervous, others interested, a few even resentful. Every single one of these attractive women knew that she would soon be transformed into an animal.

And yet, they were still here, quietly waiting for it to happen. Whether it was interest, resignation, or mere greed, their very presence meant that they had accepted becoming beasts. But it was obvious that, despite what Ed had suggested, not all of them were enthusiastic about the idea.

“Hello,” Circe said, looking from dancer to beautiful dancer. “I am Circe. Your employer has asked me to… lend my talents to your club. To make your exotic dances… significantly more exotic.” There were some nods, and Circe took a breath. “Let’s not mince words,” she added. “I’m going to turn you all into beasts, just like I did to Mandy last year. If that isn’t something you want, do not feel that you have to. Don’t let your coworkers pressure you. Stay only if you are willing to undergo such a metamorphosis.”

There was some murmuring, but no one stood and left. Circe nodded, a little impressed that Ed had delivered on his promise that his girls were willing to be transformed. They had not been misled. “Is there anything we can do to make the process easier?” Ed asked, clearing his throat.

She nodded. “I can prepare a potion that will make it simpler for me to control their forms. Repeatedly shifting so many people simultaneously can be taxing, otherwise.”

“Do it. I’ll make sure they all drink it.”

It wasn’t a complicated potion – the same recipe, more or less, that she’d laced food and drink with on her island back before the Odyssey had been written. She mixed it there, giving each girl a thimble-full to drink. One by one, they took it, knowing that they were giving Circe much more power over their humanity. Now it would be simple to mutate them, requiring little more of her than a whim.

When it was her turn, Mandy quietly took the mouthful of potion, swallowing it quickly. “Hello, Mandy,” Circe said quietly, low enough that Ed couldn’t hear. “Are you sure about this? Are you willing to become a pig again?”

“I… I don’t know,” the pretty blonde admitted.

“This isn’t a time for indecision.”

“Oh, I’m ready. At least, part of me is. But… well, I know more about what it means than Mister Hall does.”

“Your boss seems quite eager to see you as a pig again.”

Mandy nodded slowly. “It’s been… a strange year. He’s been obsessed with you, with what happened. He can’t get it out of his mind. Sometimes I even had to wear a hair beret with little pink pig ears on it during dances. It was the best thing ever for him, for his club, so he expects us to feel like it was the best thing ever for us, too.”

“It wasn’t that bad, was it? You made for an excellent pig.”

“Well… I guess I can’t get it out of my mind, either.”

Circe patted Mandy on the shoulder. “Do you want to demonstrate for your sisters?” she asked. Mandy swallowed, but nodded.

“I’ll change you first, then,” promised Circe, and continued handing out the potion to the anxious strippers.

At last, though, they had all drank it, and the goddess could feel her magic in each of them, rooted in their core like part of Circe’s own body. Transforming them would never take an appreciable expenditure of will, of forcing or overshadowing them – it would require no more effort than flexing her fingers would. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had willingly done that; allowed their physical form to be such an idle plaything to her. And here was an entire room full of beautiful women who had voluntarily given up any chance of ever resisting her magic! Proof, if she still needed it, that this was their choice.

She looked around and smiled, impressed despite herself at the novelty of the situation. The world had changed indeed. Finally, she locked eyes with Mandy. “Come forward,” she said, some feeling of the old confident command filling her voice. “Go ahead and take off all your clothes,” she instructed.

Mandy stood hesitantly, and walked out in front of all the other strippers. She started shucking off her clothing; her jacket and blouse and bra and extra jewelry, and then her shoes and socks and shorts and even her panties. She did it quickly, not wasting time with the titillation strippers normally traded in. After all, she wasn’t here to impress her coworkers. Just get naked so that she could turn into a pig.

“Watch closely,” Circe told her audience, and started her spell. Mandy felt the warmth of the magic filling her, and then her body begin to transform. This time it started with her snout, her nose turning up and growing larger. Her ears followed suit, growing large and pointed and floppy as they rose high on her head. Mandy grunted, overwhelmed with emotions. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and on some level she worried that it was all a trick; that she would not be restored. That it was a ruse to turn her back into a pig forever. She looked around shyly at her coworkers, all of whom were staring intently at her swelling pig features.

She felt her body thicken as she developed a healthy plumpness, and her pig tail coiled out, slapping around just beyond her conscious control. The springy little whip twitched about, slapping lightly against her lower back and hips and the tops of her plump butt cheeks. She knelt down before the goddess, preparing to become a quadruped. As she did so, her hands and feet began to harden, cloudy nails growing to cap her bulging hooves and small dew claws.

Her senses were growing more pig-like, scent and sound becoming more useful to her. She felt her belly flower, moving from merely plump to a true potbelly, and a dozen small nipples growing in behind her fantastic boobs. Her arms and legs began to shrink, her hips and shoulders becoming those of an animal.

She turned her head up, squealing softly, as her spine and neck changed. Her snout grew gigantic, completely enveloping her mouth as her teeth became blockier, and her neck twisted to align her growing head forwards. She blinked through dimming eyes as her neck swelled, fat bloating out on the once-elegant thing. But fat was developing everywhere, and she felt herself blossom into a large barrel shape, her immense new belly filling the area between her squat legs. Her arms were entirely gone now, and her hind legs had become the same size. She was standing comfortably on all fours, just like a pig should. Behind her, her much larger, flatter butt widened, the cheeks separating to display her feminine treasures. And both her pretty pussy and her anus changed as well, twisting around to point directly behind her. Within moments, both looked like those of an ordinary pig.

Mandy squealed more loudly, as she neared the end of her transformation. Her face lost all of its former shape, becoming the wedge shaped head of a sow. Her magnificent jiggling breasts contracted, finally shrinking into teats like the others that dotted her bloated fat belly. Her long blonde hair began to dwindle, fading away to reveal her new head. Her insides twitched and spasmed, becoming pig organs, and then it was done. A perfect fat sow stood where Mandy had been only minutes before. A cheer went up from the assembled strippers, as they applauded Circe’s display of power.

Circe quickly restored Mandy’s voice, and the fat sow waddled around, letting her coworkers examine her, and impress upon them how real this was. Many of them had not seen her initial metamorphosis, and the chance to interact with the sow was deeply instructive. They asked the pig questions about what it was like, what she felt like, how she was coping. The former woman answered them all as forthrightly as she could.

“So you see, ladies, it isn’t that bad,” Ed said, patting Mandy’s flat head affectionately.

“If you want, I can change them all into a herd of swine now,” Circe offered.

“Well, we’d prefer it to be more than just pigs,” Ed said. “No one’s going to pay to see just one animal all the time. I think people want a variety.”

“Of course.”

“All except Piggy, of course. She’s kind of a mascot, being the first one and all – we do need her to always be a pig, for the sake of continuity. But other than her, I don’t think pigs would be very popular.” The sow turned away, blushing.

“Well then,” said Circe, looking out at the other girls. “I suppose you should all pick what animals you want to be. We’ll need to practice a lot, so you can get the feel of moving in your bodies as they transform. I guess you can strip like normal for the first half of your stage dance, then I’ll slowly turn you completely into your chosen animal in the second half. After you leave the stage, you’ll turn back almost completely human except for a few animal features – like a tail and nose – in order to go around and sell your private lap dances. I think for those individual dances, I should make your transformation back into your animal form slower, with all of the superficial changes happening first, and all of the bulky mass changes happening towards the end. After all, you probably don’t want to try to juggle being a full sized horse or lioness or whatever in a man’s lap for very long. And between each client, you’ll reset to your mostly human form. Does that sound workable?”

There were nods around the room. The strippers murmured amongst themselves, their hearts racing. Circe looked around, catching each of their eyes. “So,” she asked, “what do each of you want to be?”

The girls formed a line, telling Circe what they wanted, and then being changed into a beast like Mandy. A wolf, a tiger, a panther, a lioness. One girl asked to be a horse, and another a silky cat. Soon, aside from Ed and Circe, the room was full of animals.

Circe gave the beasts back their voices, letting them get a handle on walking around and exploring the differences in their new bodies. They asked questions, trying to learn all they could. Finally, after about an hour in their animal forms, Circe transformed them all back. And then they all put on their boots and thongs and stripper costumes.

They practiced transforming all that day, dancing while their legs were changing, moving sensually as a beast, and even practiced lap dances on each other as they transformed, figuring out how best to stimulate clients at every step in the process. Circe transformed each of them dozens of times, working closely with the girls to make their erotic metamorphoses as easy and natural for them as possible.

Like Piggy, all of them became full animals, every natural human feature lost to the beasts they had chosen. But some of the strippers had unnatural features which did not transform. A few, like Dakota, had big fake boobs, and their breast implants remained unchanged in animal form. Isla had gages in her ears, and a few others had prominent piercings like naval rings. Hair extensions also remained unchanged. Tattoos were generally hidden by fur, but not many of the girls had prominent ones.

Dakota herself looked interesting as a sleek tigress with gigantic furry, human-shaped boobs. And far from being embarrassed, she kind of liked the reminder of her humanity. She incorporated them into her dance, sensually rubbing them on her partner even when she was entirely an animal. And she walked with a purposeful lope, causing her furry assets to sway sexily.

At last, all of the beasts felt comfortable with their new routines. Circe restored them to human form, letting them get dressed in their civilian clothing. “We’ll debut the new show on Friday, when we’re busiest,” decided Ed. “No explicit pre-advertising, though, just hints. We’ll let word-of-mouth power customers for the first weekend. And we’ll rename the club ‘The Bestiary’ without explaining it.” The idea was mutually agreeable, and so the girls continued their last few days as normal strippers.

***

Friday came quickly for the anxious girls. And though there had been no forewarning, the patrons could feel the nervous energy in the performers. The Bestiary started out with normal dancers until late evening, when the house was full. Then, when they had a big enough audience, it was time to debut their new format. The DJ nodded to Mandy, and she took her place by the stage. All the unoccupied dancers turned to watch – after all, they were about to experience this too. This was finally the moment of truth.

“We have a real treat for you tonight,” the DJ intoned. “Some of you might have been here a year ago, or heard tell of our next performer, and her amazing metamorphosis. Well, as everybody who’s seen her dance in the last year can tell you, she’s still a bit of an animal at heart. So pay close attention to Piggy, ladies and gentlemen, as she lives up to her name!”

As the customary cheer went up, Mandy strutted out, hips swaying suggestively, wearing a slutty farm girl costume consisting of a neckerchief, tight cutoff ‘daisy duke’ overalls, boots, and her black lingerie. She waved affably to the crowd, and then embraced the pole, sliding down it and then springing back up, and swaying in a loose circle around it. Then she started to move in earnest, bouncing her assets around vigorously.

Dancing was still fun for her. She had a great beat pounding, a lot of energy, and everybody’s attention. Even knowing that within minutes, everyone would be looking at her as a pig didn’t detract from the moment. And, if she was being honest with herself, as much as she’d tried to improve as a person, she still had a lot of pride. Mandy felt that she was the best dancer the Bestiary had to offer. And tonight, she aimed to prove it.

She was certainly in top form. She swayed and sashayed, drinking up the audience’s adulation, and loosed her neckerchief, letting it drift over her shoulder as she undulated close to a patron who had just put money on the stage, favoring him with a good view of her deep cleavage. She could feel their anticipation – they knew, from that introduction, that this was going to be more than a striptease dance.

Sonorously she unbuckled her mini-overalls. Even unfastened, they were tight enough that she had to pull them down, rather than let them drop. The crowd cheered when they were gone, exposing her bra and thong. She shook from left to right, making her breasts bounce, and then alternated with languidly turning around the pole. Soon she had unfastened her bra, discarding it casually behind her to wolf whistles and applause. She smiled proudly, making her big boobs bounce around, and prepared herself.

Watching closely, Circe started her transformation, intent on returning Mandy to her rightful form. This time the stripper didn’t panic or complain, although she did make a low oinking sound for the crowd. She continued to dance and sway, smiling and winking at interested patrons, and dancing close to anyone who laid their money on the stage. They were rewarded with a close-up not just of her bare body, like normal, but of her shifting features – her flaring nostrils, her pointing ears, her twitching tail. And they were riveted, enraptured with her. Because they were seeing what nobody really thought would ever be seen again.

Mandy snorted a little from her growing snout, and quickly recognized her improving sense of smell. Now that she was ready for it, it wasn’t nearly so distracting, and she allowed herself to take in all the competing odors of the crowd while she swayed hypnotically. Sweat, cologne, alcohol, arousal. She almost thought she could smell emotions – lust, eagerness, desperation, condescension… maybe even envy, from one or two patrons. And a hint of trepidation from her fellow dancers and beasts-to-be.

She kicked off her boots as her feet took on their hoof-like forms, stepping carefully on them. She shook her butt, now crowned with a full pig’s tail, and oinked coquettishly for her audience. They clapped as she developed her new nipples, growing out along the full length of her belly. She lost herself in gyrating and posing, soaking in the crowd’s enthusiasm and losing herself to the dance.

The bulk of Mandy’s body had not started changing, letting her retain her sexy, enticing form. Mandy appreciated that – although the change would happen more evenly here on stage than it would later on, there was only so much sexy movement she could do in a pig’s body. And here, her movements had to attract attention. She rubbed her body against the pole again, catching her breath, and wiggling her tailed bottom for the crowd before pushing back into the dance – a sexy woman with fully developed hooves, ears, snout, and tail.

Finally, the big changes began. She started to grow pleasantly plump, her increasing flesh swelling large on her. But even that, Circe allowed to build in a way that enhanced her butt, keeping her sexy even as she became decidedly non-human. As she swayed, her arms and legs shortened, her fingers stiffening into full hooves. Her head changed shape, growing large, and realigning with the mass of her suddenly barrel-shaped body. She swayed again, allowing herself to elegantly transition to all fours, just as her hips resettled along her fat flanks. As her golden hair regressed, Mandy looked around, pleased not to see disgust on people’s faces. True, not all of them looked at her rapidly changing body with lust – but she saw interest and curiosity everywhere. They were embracing the pig dancer. She reared up on her back hooves, squealing proudly, as her butt finally lost its human definition, and her thong slid down her transformed thighs. It was finished – Mandy was once again a sow, albeit one wearing a lot of mascara. The plump pig trotted off the stage, while a page collected her clothes and earnings.

“How about a hand for Piggy, ladies and gentlemen? I guess she really did make a pig of herself! She’ll be making rounds momentarily – if you want to see her change just for you, be sure to ask her for a private dance. She’ll make you feel like you’re living high on the proverbial hog.” A thunderous cheer went up, almost shaking the walls. Mandy squealed flirtatiously, proud of herself. She had done it, and done it well.

But while she was an icon of the Bestiary, the sow was not its only performer, and the DJ quickly cued up the next one. “Our next dancer, Hypatia, isn’t nearly so tame as our sweet, domesticated Piggy. In fact, she’s more of a she-wolf. And as you can see, with both her moons so full, it’s time for her to walk on the wild side! Put your hands together for Hypatia!” he called, and the raven-haired beauty strutted out, waving, and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

Circe rolled her eyes at the silly wordplay, but focused on the gyrating girl. She would give Mandy a few minutes in her sow form for anyone that wanted to see her as a pig, before shifting her back to almost human for lap dances. But most of her attention was on the stage.

Hypatia, or Cara, as she was really named, had joined the club six months ago, so she had known of Mandy’s metamorphosis by reputation only. The dark haired girl was ready, though – and she had picked an animal that she loved. She hoped there were a lot of werewolf fans in the audience tonight. She was dressed in a tight, tied t-shirt, cutoffs, and lots and lots of jewelry – mostly bracelets and dangling necklaces. Her ears had also been pierced multiple times, and lots of earrings glinted and glittered in the shifting light.

Despite her nervousness, she took to it as well as Mandy had, sonorously peeling off her shirt and pants, then her bra, shaking what she had to good effect. Her necklaces bounced with her movements, glittering like fairies, before pooling back between her breasts whenever she paused. And just like Mandy, once her bra was gone, she began to change.

Cara’s ears pointed, a light dusting of fur becoming evident on her skin, and a long tail pushing out above her thong. New nipples grew across her belly. She shook her ass, wagging her tail as well, and experienced her own senses improving as her eyes and nose changed into those of a wolf. She smelled all the things Mandy had, and one thing more – pork. She locked canine eyes with Mandy’s dim piggy ones, smelling the other stripper as only a predator can. She was surprised at how resistant she was to pushing that feeling away – how much she enjoyed regarding her fellow dancer as a potential meal. Even fantasizing about actually hunting the pig down and eating her.

Mandy watched, enjoying the show, and felt herself shift back until she only had her corkscrew tail and a larger, flatter pig nose. A page handed her a thong and garter belt, and she started her rounds, seeing if anyone wanted a lap dance. It took her a while to find one, which surprised her, but then all eyes were on the jiggling wolf girl. It was still too new, too incredible a sight – they all wanted to watch the stage performance. But eventually she found a willing partner, pulling him to a side couch as he pushed his money in her garter belt, and she began to caress up against him.

She snuggled, moving her body sensually against his, rubbing her assets firmly against his chest, his lap, his face. She teased him with her energetic tail, being sure to make gentle grunting sounds for him. Soon enough, she started to shift again, and she felt his quick intake of breath as he fully comprehended that it was real, that it was really happening – that the beautiful woman writhing in his lap was becoming a squealing pig. There had been no illusion or special effect on the stage. This club was a place where gorgeous girls really could turn into animals.

She moved as she had practiced, bringing her shifting features to his attention. She caressed his face with her hooves, and pushed her tail into his lap. She made sure he got to see her ears point and push out of her hair, and as she bent down to nuzzle his nipples through his shirt, she did so with her nascent tusks. There were all the usual aspects of a lap dance, too – rubbing her butt and breasts against him, making the experience sensual – but he was paying so see a woman de-evolve as much as he was paying for titillation.

And he was clearly quite satisfied with the combination, moaning and shifting in his seat even as he strained in his pants under her. He breathed in her cheap perfume, watching her changing body closely. He seemed to like when her extra nipples returned, sitting forward to keep contact with her breasts and belly. She half giggled, half grunted; and looked up at him lustfully with her dark, piggish eyes. Even towards the end, when her mass started changing, he seemed into it. He was impressed with the talented and daring stripper. It was a unique and unexpected experience – this was a beautiful woman that wanted to become a fat sow for his entertainment. And finally she did, grunting and rubbing her snout in his lap as the pig she had inevitably become. He looked at her for a moment, impressed at the incredible change his dancer had endured. There was certainly nothing remotely human about the cute, grunting she-pig now.

As the man returned to his seat, the sow shifted back, pulling her thong on and collecting her money. Then she went back out, looking for another customer.

Meanwhile, on stage, Hypatia had continued to transform, pulling her paws free of her high heels. She threw her head back, howling, and garnering lots of cheers. Her fur was growing thicker across her limbs and back, and starting to develop on her face and between her breasts. Her muzzle pushed out, teeth and tongue warping into canine forms, even as new nipples darkened on her belly. Her necklaces and earrings continued to glitter against the smooth luster of her fur, highlighting the contrasts of her changing body – her long, furry ears bent over a little with their weight. Below, though, she was clearly still a woman, with little fur on her heaving breasts or her butt, and her sexy outline still clear.

Eventually, though, her mass changes started as well, and her flanks shifted, her fur finished growing, and her breasts diminished into two more small nipples. Her long hair finally faded into her thick pelt, leaving a jet black streak on the back of the dark-furred animal, and her head turned up to face forward on her quadruped’s body. Within minutes, the beautiful Cara had completely become a she-wolf.

The young wolf reared up on her hind legs, one forepaw braced on the pole, and let out a full-bodied howl. The crowd roared in appreciation at the spectacle, and Hypatia shook her head, liking the feel of her sleek, graceful predator’s body. She felt amazing, and powerful. She howled again for good measure, then strode off the stage with confidence and determination. People wanted to see her, to touch her, and the proud animal was happy to let them. She was unmistakably a beast, but all of her dangling necklaces and earrings made it clear that this she-wolf was still the same creature that had walked onto the stage as Hypatia the dancer.

“Want to join Hypatia’s pack? She’ll be making her rounds in a moment, if you want to get a better look at a genuine werewolf. Ask her for some personal attention if you want to make our sexy she-wolf howl!” the DJ said, and queued up for the next dancer. The wolf padded around, looking hungrily at some of her regulars. As with Mandy, Circe gave her a few minutes to show off her full animal form before she was changed back for lap dances. When Cara stood back up on two legs, she still sported her lupine eyes, teeth, and tail.

Cara started her circuit of the audience, looking for patrons interested in a private dance. She ran into the same problem Mandy had – watching the different stage transformations was still too new an experience for most of the customers to want to look away. But she found another problem, as well – while men were clearly excited to see Hypatia turn into a wolf on stage, she noticed that they were a bit nervous about private dances when she came up to them. It took her longer to find a man brave enough to have a soft, harmless girl turn into a fierce fanged predator in his lap.

The next dancer up was Asenath, who had chosen to be a panther. She purred as she twirled, smooth black fur growing sensuously across her gyrating body and her eyes turning yellow. After that, Glory took the stage to become a sleek leopard. She had improvised a pouncing motion into her dance which was well received, especially once her spotted fur and tail had grown in, and her legs had shifted enough to give her more lift. Then Tempest turned into a tigress, followed by a lynx, a lioness, and another wolf. Then a prancing palomino horse, a cheetah, a gorgeous snow leopard, and a common housecat. A third wolf followed, along with a second tigress. Fifteen dancers were scheduled that night, and the full rotation took about an hour and a half; and after they finished, Mandy took the stage again to become a plump, squealing sow.

After most of the girls had become animals, demand for private dances shot up. Men now wanted to see the changes up close. The club was becoming crowded, as patrons stayed far longer than usual, taking in the novelty of transformation as well as the great variety of species. Even so, there was a distinct difference in attention for the girls. All of them had one of their best nights, but a few were absolutely overwhelmed with customers. Honey, especially, was a surprise hit. Men were constantly waiting in line for a private dance with the charming catgirl, and she could barely get away to do her rotations on stage. The soft, purring girl had chosen a long haired Siberian form, although her final body was fairly large even for her breed. Cheyenne, who had become a horse, also did very well for herself. Her rich, golden hair was preserved in her palomino coat, and she swished her tail coquettishly, even in mostly human form, as she led her endless parade of customers to her back couch. She’d always loved horses as a girl, and was unambiguously happy to transform into one now that she’d had the chance to get comfortable with it. And, of course, Mandy had a banner night. Being one of the prettiest and most infamous girls, her return to form had been enthusiastically welcomed.

By the end of the evening, it seemed clear that most of the men had a distinct inclination towards tamer animals. While some adventurous patrons unreservedly welcomed lions or wolves, a lot of them were a little tense as the girls’ teeth and claws grew, and soft, curvy female flesh was replaced with predator’s lean muscle. The novelty of the experience kept all the girls busy – none of them had much free time to spend in the dressing room. But still, the jungle cats and wolves were a little disappointed by their comparatively cooler reception.

After the final call, the girls broke up in twos and threes, chattering about their experiences and counting their larger-than-average earnings, distributing generous tips to waitresses and bouncers. In part, they needed time to decompress. In part, though, they wanted to avoid any outside attention. Patrons harassing dancers as they left was a problem any strip club faced, and tonight the bouncers reported that more customers than usual were hanging around outside. Ed arranged for each girl to be escorted to her car by at least three guards, but many chose to wait it out, unwinding from the bizarre experience of repeatedly transforming into a four-legged beast.

Profits from the door cover charge and alcohol sales were counted, and the manager gave Circe her share with a nod. He knew that his club would again be the talk of the town.

And it was. The next evening, there was already a long line waiting by opening time. If the strippers had felt busy before, it was nothing compared to this deluge. Patrons included both regulars and the simply curious, fetishists and thrill seekers. And again, Honey was run ragged with attention and requests for private dances. The catgirl never had a waiting list shorter than twenty people the whole evening. The rotation was a bit different, and included a few dancers that hadn’t been present on Friday, including some new species. In particular, Aurora, who transformed into a fuzzy, plump panda bear, found herself warmly embraced. The shy little black and white bear was an instant hit, and almost as busy with private dances as the cat and the horse. This time, the strippers felt a little more comfortable with their acts. Most of them had already done it, and those that secretly worried that they might not be changed back felt those fears quelled. And their fear of acceptance was completely gone. Many of the patrons clearly lusted after the beast women. And even those that didn’t were fascinated with the process; appreciative of experiencing the impossible with the beautiful women.

It was an exhausting night, with barely time to catch their breath. Their bodies felt strange – changing back and forth constantly wasn’t a physical demand, like dancing was, but there was no question that the shifting of their skin and muscle and bone stimulated something in them. But it had been worth it. Every girl had made more than three times what she’d earned on Friday, and Honey couldn’t even force her huge stack of bills into her wallet. It was the most profitable night of any of their careers. A few of the dancers questioned how long this trend could last, but they obviously stood to at least profit handsomely in the short term. As they decompressed, they talked excitedly about what they could now afford – some planned to pay off debts, others to start attending college. Glory suddenly was no longer worried about how she would provide for her ten month old baby. Their horizons seemed very bright.

TO BE CONCLUDED IN PART 2