Wolf Service (Patreon)

 After a single day of working on this floor , Wolf is starting to understand just how cunning and powerful these people are... The use of mirrors were certainly an intentional psychological decision.  The most insidious of all is the particularly long hallway covered top to bottom with the reflective surface between the bar and VIP room.  Bringing drinks and refreshments from one room to the other would force one to walk towards and alongside this large mirror for several steps, which ensured the lovely "service-girls" who work here would be forced to get a good long look at every jiggle and bounce of their new body right before they push past the doors that lead to their well paying guests.

Wolf stops and clears his throat nervously, transfixed by this reflection standing before him. He is mesmerized and humiliated at the nature defying woman shape of his body. He makes a quick adjustment, gently tugging upward on one of the tips of his top and wiggles himself gently before letting his breast drop with a bounce. The sensation is sudden and unstoppable: it's the warm excited thrill a man usually feels when approaching a beautiful woman. He smiles nervously. "Who the hell likes this sorta thing??"  His masculine growl is drowned by the equally deep rhythmic bass that thumps through the hallway. His eyes dart back and forth between his beautiful and deep, yet unfamiliar breast cleavage and back to his familiar face. 

 "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" he mutters.  

This situation didn't make any sense. He cant even remember when and how he was captured... was it a day ago? weeks? .... Everything done to him would logically have incurred his wrath, but all he can feel was a rather long lost sensation of warm playful excitement. 

 He's heard of places like this. This forbidden gender defying display is a showcase of wealth, power, and carnal extremes. This particular establishment employs only the most notorious space criminals and mercenaries after a fortune of cosmetic surgery was spent on them in order to "convert" them into delicate curvaceous woman shaped entertainers. The choice to keep their faces, voices and masculine libido intact is important as the juxtaposition in itself has become quite a popular kink in this corner of space. 

His own confused arousal was his cage. He knew it was useless to resist. Like a pet eager for a treat, he too could feel how much he looked forward to more of this simple excited feeling deep down inside. There were men waiting on the other side of this door. He smiled once more taking a quick glance at his curved backside in the reflection before stepping through. 

"Dammit! They got me good...."