>>49603052>You are what you eat, Anon."Yeah, very funny man. You know if you didn't want to join tonight then you can leave."
"And pass up free drinks? You gotta be kidding!"
Two young men sat at a local sushi bar late one night, both looking for something to do and this new restaurant offering an easy pick.
"You really could use some more depth to your personality...oh, hey. Speak of the Devil..."
"Evening Sirs. I have the Japanese Smelt Crab Sauce Handroll for you and I believe this Darkened Midnight Lager is for you. Anything else to start?"
"Yeah, how about a numbโOw! Hey!"
Anon's friend was kicked from under the table, daggers shared between them.
"Don't mind him Miss, thank you for the service. We'll let you know if we need anything more."
The Japanese waitress nods silently behind her uniform's high-set collar before heading back to the front, our drinker leering the whole way while our eater sits as annoyed with him as always.
"You're awfully lucky she didn't seem to care."
"Hey, learn to lighten up some man. She was totally checkin' me out! Plus, see how red that hair was? Uh, hey stoic bitch, Pride Month's over!"
"God, you're insufferable." Anon drizzles onions sauce over his handroll. "Sure you're good on actual food for now?"
"Eh, it's whatever." His friend takes a smooth sip of his foamy drink. "Don't think I have the stomach for raw fish anyways, heh."
Anon rolls his eyes before plopping his first slice on his tongue, flavor immediately melting deep into his gums and immaculate texture leaving it swallowed in no time.
"Holy shit dude, this is amazing!"
"But this bar hasn't even been open too long! Could be a fluke y'know."
If it was a fluke, then Anon had to be one of the luckiest men in the bar! Well, actually, him and his friend did seem to be the only men dining but that was besides the point. Anon quickly took another piece, thinking some salmon eggs would be perfect with this too!
Anon's friend watches the roll get consumed gleefully, the man's deep blue eyes shining with delight over his meal under the full moon's light.
'That's funny, weren't they more green-ish?', the drinker thought to himself behind spiky brown bangs that looked less unkempt only a moment ago.
Back across, Anon hummed pleasurably as he rested a slender hand across his cheek and another on a thigh that felt tight inside his dress pants for some reason. Weirdly constricted, even. His ears twitched on their own as silken, darkening hair started curling down his face very slowly. With a quiet pop, Anon felt a strange pressure in his head release as the cartilage of his ears began to unfurl. The flesh within grew incredibly thin and bony, webbed and slickened with a moisture that was pooling out from developing scales piercing through pores. Soon, Anon's "ears" were stretching upwards and outwards into distinct iridescent points. They looked like tiny blue wings.
Or maybe even fins.
Anon's friend gazed in a mild stupor as his few sips started feeling much stronger than they should've been. Something uncomfortably tight had settled itself just behind his crotch, the man clearing his throat as his composure wavered and heartbeat quickened. Despite the fact he'd been wearing a short-sleeve, he felt like he was burning up as he scratched thick, pearly nails against the tablecloth in protest even though he recalled trimming them this morning. More hair slid around his face and sharpening, stubble-lined ears while he cleared his dry throat and readjusted a plush ass now gradually shoving itself through the chair's back, staring at his companion with half-lidded dark red irises set with fresh heavy lashes.
Even through the buzz, he found it weird that his friend's button-up now looked so...constricted. Two fleshy bumps had been pulsating against the fabric and were quickly widening the gaps between his shirt buttons with each breath. The roll wasn't even halfway gone yet.
He had to hold back drool through growing fangs, nearly cutting his lip as his eyes went wide at the sight of the first button on his friend's shirt giving way.
"Uh, e-enjoying your fish?"
"Oh, absolutely~!" A sudden rip in the back of Anon's shirt, jumping up another cup size. "This couldn't be more filling, but this chair feels sorta weird on my..."
She looks down to find her view completely obfuscated by sagging breasts that were threatening to spill over the table, two straining lower buttons remaining. Something tore through the middle of her pants and she could suddenly feel the other end of the table stand against numbed feet with an unseen slap. Her friend's neckline was beginning to show off a lot more as well, long red claws gently scritching against a sweating, tender bosom framed against an onslaught of wild fur settling in everywhere. Her broad, fuzzy ears twitched as she panted heavily.
Their orders had been completely forgotten between themselves while their waitress left them to their own devices, simply tending to a few new guests arriving.