A tale of a human entering a hookah bar and releasing his inner beast

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I have heard about this hookah bar just downtown where I work as a delivery boy to some pizza joint. Heard that it will make your wildest dream come true or something like that. So that's what I'll do; take a look at it this weekend.

Friday night comes and I'm all set to go, casual polyester jacket, flannel shirt, jeans and my military boots to go! Don't forget my wallet and keys too. Heading out on my bicycle and rode along to see what this place has to offer and boy, oh boy am I in for a surprise!

Looking at this place wedged between the Italian restaurant and the pharmacy is called "WILD SMOKES" with its distinct bright neon lights and an animal's arm holding up the sign. The windows are tinted grey for privacy but then I saw someone leaving the place. It's a cat, no not feral, a furry!

He's standing tall on two feet (or paws) and clearing the smoke around him, seems to be well dressed in a suit and tie and we locked eyes to me.

"Have a pleasant evening young man," he left walking to my right, his voice sounding like a posh British guy.

Even though body modifications like that aren't illegal, it's still rare to see one myself! It had not scared me, rather excited me to see that for myself. Locking my bike at a parking sign, I dove in there to see what the amazement is all about.

As soon as I enter, I see a lot of furries! All in different shapes, sizes and species. From a buff bull standing over two meters tall to a short female mink performing some naughty habits to attract a mate she prefers. Slow jazz is played on stage and some vixen waitress walks by at me giving a wink to me. This truly kicks me into a frenzy because this is something I had dreamt off. And yet, I'm not among them.

"Oi kid! What are you doing there?" Someone by the bar shouted for me to come over. Looking at his direction, it appears to be a build crocodile dressed in some hipster style bartender with his glasses and fedora completing the look.

Not being rude, I come over to see what he wants.

"You’re new here aren't you?" I can hear his distinct New Jersey voice coming out of him.

"Yeah, I am. How do I be like you guys?" I ask him, though nervously if I may add.

"Simple, you'll need to order from our menu here," pointing behind him the list of species and prices listed on the blackboard. Thinking to myself, I wonder what I should become so I ended up randomly pointing instead.

"Dragon?" the croc queried, "Why?"

"Because dragons," I replied giving a ‘Duh’ gesture.

The bartender shrugs and does this work reserving a booth with a hookah in it.

"Follow me kid," he came out of his bar and carried something on a tray. Powder? Well, no need to stay put for long, so I followed him behind to a long corridor with lots of doors with windows. Peeking to one, I see a couple smoking that thing and both transforming into foxes!

So that's how they transform, "Is this permanent?"

"Yeah but reversible, so no worries," he assured me. And open the door to my room.

"It's not an enforced rule but a recommendation, remove your clothes before you transform." I nod and enter, the room inside isn't too cramped but big enough for a single-seater sofa with soda and a hookah on each side and a large mirror on the other wall.

"Breathe in with your nose, not your mouth. When you're done, ring for service." The croc adds in the powder and lights it up. All that said, he left closing the door.

"Well, he didn't say it was enforced so…" I slouch down the chair drinking some coke and holding a hookah pipe thinking here we go! Breathing in through my nose as he instructs me, I taste my first hookah.

"Cough, cough!" oof that bitter-tasting but mallow as it slowly goes down harshly in me. Taking a breath, I go for seconds, “Not bad to be honest,” the I take third, fourth and fifth breaths feeling all too good!

Feeling rather itchy on my neck somehow, so I pause and have a quick look at the mirror to see what’s making me so itchy. I stood there stunned as to my amazement, I can see scales! It's quite uncomfortable but also incredible to see some effects as it seems to spread up my neck. I resume smoking for more results. Puffing away as I can feel more scales growing on me lifting my shirt to see more greenish scales.

Soon, my sneakers are feeling tight around my feet, that's when I know that my claws are kicking in. No pun intended, and sorry twenty dollars sneakers! I keep going, feeling and hearing my feet begging to release until…

*RIP!*

There they go, goodbye feet and hello claws, I have never felt so free before. Poor jeans about to take a beating and my shirt feeling tight too!

"Well, I didn't plan to leave clothed anyway," beginning to flex and stressing my clothes even further as buttons began to pop out and revealing a well-toned body. Rubbing my butt, I felt like something is about to pop out of me, I smile gleefully and face my back to the mirror while holding onto the armrest. It grows and I pant heavily till my jeans gave way for a massive tail! A thud can be heard but it is not over for me. Soon my top clothes are gonna give and rip as well making way for my wings.

"Argh… Come on! Almost!" All that while my face begins morphs into a dragon. "Ahhh! My face!" And a loud tear echoed the room spreading my wings and my face begins to form outwards with two new horns sprouting on my forehead.

“Ooo… Gosh, it’s nice,” my face finally finishes transforming and I gaze at the mirror to see the final result.

Seems that only my remnant jeans still hold on to my groins and butt as I look at myself with more details. Scales, muscles, claws, and muzzle, all so new to me! I can’t stop touching my new scales and rubbing my horns. Eventually, I give a ring to the bartender.

"And how was it kid?" he asks me through the other line shacking a cocktail shaker

"Awesome." I smile.