How long had it been? Jeremy, or Jennifer, wasn't sure. Jennifer used to call herself Jeremy at one point, but that felt like a lifetime ago. Now, Jennifer was a raccoon anthro that worked at a strip joint and lived in a rundown apartment complex by herself. She wasn't just a regular raccoon anthro, but a slob one at that.

Jennifer hopped out of her car on the warm spring day. There was a breeze in the air that blew her long blonde hair, but not her pink top and bottom. She looked as if she were more dressed for the beach. She casually walked into the stripper's joint with a smile on her face. Deep down, she knew she had a different life. She knew she used to be married, she had a good job and a house, but now this was the only life she truly knew, and the life she now lived and she loved it.

The interior of the stripper's joint was as rundown as Jennifer's apartment. The scent of cum was strong in the air, not that it was 'all' from sex, but Jar, a drug one smoked, often had the scent of cum. Jennifer remembered smoking Jar regularly, and incredibly often at that. She often got headaches, and Jar made her feel better. She swore she was addicted to that stuff at first, but over time, she learned Jar didn't give her headaches, but thinking too hard did. As a result, Jennifer thought a lot less, and she did things purely because she wanted to do them.

The female raccoon known as Jennifer, once known as Jeremy, walked into the joint, greeted a muscular bear bouncer, and then after she entered, she walked to the back of the stage. She didn't pay attention as to who was currently on stage; she was just coming in to work.

The back room had large lockers set up for those working to store their clothes in, as well as change into others. There were no special rooms to change into clothes. The room resembled a gym locker room one might see at school, complete with toilets that did nothing to hide someone that wanted to use them.

Backstage, a female unicorn anthro with pure white hide that almost glistened from the lights above gave Jennifer a wave. The unicorn was topless and showed off her C cup tits. "You're here early."

"Yeah well, my apartment put in a no smoking policy for god knows why." Jennifer set down a reusable grocery bag that also served as her purse. "So I can't smoke my Jar there anymore. It's encouraged here, and cheap as fuck to buy it here too."

"Employee discount." The unicorn chuckled. "They'll let you use the rooms in the back and smoke all you want, but if you're not on the clock and someone needs to use that room then you got to get the hell out."

"I know how the rules work here, Clarissa." Jennifer rolled her eyes. She looked at herself in a mirror inside of her locker, and brushed her fuzzy hands over her hair. "I could totally go for a shot of Jar right now." She commented. "Every time I look in the mirror, I start to think."

"Oh, thinking isn't good for you when you're on Jar." Clarissa grabbed a sparkling silver bra from her locker, a bra that exposed her nipples.

"I know that!" Jennifer rolled her eyes. She looked in the mirror, and brushed her hand along it. "You ever get the feeling you were someone else? Like, you used to be someone else, but you can't remember who because you keep getting headaches any time you try?"

"I don't think about it anymore." Clarissa wrapped the bra around her tits. She then pulled out underwear that had the same design, with a hole over the ass. "Do you think this says I prefer anal, or are they going to want a hole over the cunt too?"

Jennifer rolled her eyes at Clarissa. She turned her attention back to the mirror, and brushed her furry fingers on it. She swore she used to be male, but now she was a busty, slightly chubby, raccoon whore. She swore she was something better; she used to be something different. With a sigh, she grabbed a pack of Jar, and walked into the back rooms.

The hallway in the back rooms was wide, but plain. There were a variety of wooden doors to the left and right sides. Jennifer put her raccoon ears up against one door. She heard nothing, and opened it up. "Ah, perfect."

The room was just as plain as the hallway. The room had a bathroom off to the side without a doorway and a cheap bed that lacked a frame, as well as a dresser with a small television bolted into the wall. There was also a window, but barred up as if it were designed for a jail.

Jennifer took a seat on the bed and pulled out a Jar. Jar looked a lot like most drugs one would smoke, and like such things, it came in a variety of designs and methods to inhale it from a simple rolled up piece of paper, to a reusable glass container, and even an aroma jar that filled the house with the scent of it. She lit up the Jar, and took in a deep whiff. The scent of cum filled her nose, and she smiled. "Oh yeah, that's the stuff." Deep down, she knew she also never smoked anything a day in her life, at least until she started Jar. She didn't want others to look down at her as a junkie of sorts, but then again, she was a raccoon anthro.

Just as she started smoking, there was a knock at the door. The door opened to reveal a black hide horse with white hands and feathering.

Jennifer knew the horse all too well. The horse didn't own the strip joint, but he worked there. "Hey Mark, what are you doing?"

"Figured I'd take a break. Clarissa commented you were here so I decided to check for myself. Of course you'd be in the first door I open."

Jennifer casually shrugged as she smoked her Jar. She felt a feeling of warmth and comfort, as well as her mind getting cloudy. She didn't mind the last part; thinking was too hard on her brain anyways. "Is that right? Are you going to do anything while on break?"

"You're here, I'm here." Mark took a seat on the bed. His clothes were very suggestive. He had shorts on that were too small for his equine bulge. "You're probably horny, aren't you?"

"Ugh." Jennifer leaned back. She felt her cunt grow wet between her legs. She smoked the Jar, and slowly nodded. She swore that whenever she was on Jar, she was more susceptible towards others suggestions. She knew she even transformed in a variety of strange and bizarre ways. That was how she knew she used to be something else, but she didn't know what. "You know saying that while I'm on Jar makes me that way."

"I know." Mark chuckled. He reached over and gave Jennifer's tits a soft squeeze. "I also know how much you love cock. Come on, we work together. I know a lot of shit about you."

"You remember who I used to be?" Jennifer suddenly asked. She felt herself continue to grow damp between her legs. She grew wetter than most people should have been capable of doing.

"You're still on about that?" Mark rolled his eyes. He pulled down his pants and revealed his equine cock, which was much larger than even a normal cock. The shaft dangled down to his knees, and the flared tip gently pulsed. "Forget about that, and get to work sucking my cock."

"But...I'm not clocked in yet." Jennifer's eyes focused on that large pink molted shaft. She felt herself grow wet between her legs as she smoked the Jar. The more she smoked, the harder it was to think for herself, and harder yet to ignore the equine's orders.

"You're not doing it because it's your job; you're doing it because you WANT to." Mark smirked.

Jennifer slowly nodded. Mark was right. He was always right. She took another puff of Jar, and while the Jar flowed through her system, she kneeled down in front of Mark, and slowly licked the tip of his flared cock. She cradled his thick furry balls in one hand, and stroked his shaft with the other. She felt his veins pulse with excitement. "It's a little...it's a little big to take it all though."

"Nonsense. In fact, your neck and mouth grow to adjust to its shape. You can take the cock in so deep your tongue can stroke my balls." Mark stroked Jennifer's dark hair slowly. "Don't think about it, just do it."

Jennifer nodded up at Mark. She opened her mouth wider and wider. She felt like a snake dislocating its jaw. She took in Mark's entire flared head, and slowly worked it into her mouth. She tasted the soft salty flesh of his pulsating shaft, and closed her eyes. She let out a quiet "Mph." of pleasure. The cock quickly filled up her mouth, but she kept going. 'I can take his whole cock.' She briefly thought to herself.

As Jennifer pushed herself deeper, she felt herself take more and more of Mark's cock into her body. She didn't feel her head grow, but she felt her neck grow and expand instead. Mark's cock pushed beyond her mouth and into her growing neck. She didn't look back and focus on it though. She was too high on the Jar; she was too horny, and too focused on sucking that cock.

"That's a good girl." Mark stroked Jennifer's black hair. "Forget about everything, everything except making my cock cum. Take it all in."

Bit by bit, Jennifer took Mark's cock in her mouth. Her neck extended longer and longer. Her neck didn't grow as long as a giraffe, let alone an anthro giraffe, but it grew twice as long before her lips pressed against his base. Her tongue slowly moved out and licked his balls while her hands fondled them too. She could only smell him, taste him, and with her head pushed into his crotch, see him. Nothing else mattered but that huge horse cock in her mouth, just as he said.

Mark let out a quiet moan as Jennifer continued to suck him off. His hand went from stroking her long hair to her long neck. He placed the palm of his hand on the center of her neck, and smiled. "Heh...I can feel the throbbing of my own cock in there. God, you know just how to please a man." With another moan, Mark came. His cock pumped and pulsed his seed directly into Jennifer's stomach, right past her neck since his cock took up its entire length.

Jennifer closed her eyes and let out a muffled moan herself. Whenever she smoked Jar, her life just felt so much better. It was so much easier not to think and just accept things for what they were, whatever others told her those things might be. She felt the throbbing of his cock, and the filling of her stomach with his seed. She had no idea how she could even breathe with a neck full of cock, but she wasn't going to question it. She pulled herself free once he finished, and wiped her lips. She could still taste his salty shaft on her tongue. "Hah...hah...how's that?" Jennifer smiled.

"Perfect." Mark chuckled. "Looks like you got a pretty long neck out of that. What is that, two, three feet? Hah, it looks good on you."

Jennifer rubbed her neck. She raised up her head to confirm it indeed looked longer. It wasn't freakishly long, but it was longer than the one she used to have. "How did I...?" She tried to think about how she developed the neck, but she got a headache the moment she did, which only faded when she stopped thinking about it.

"Now, now." Mark covered himself back up, and then hugged Jennifer from behind. "Thinking too hard is bad on your brain. You should already know this."

Jennifer let out a sigh. "Yeah, I know." She stood up and felt a sense of vertigo. She saw things from a new height. She wasn't crazy tall, she was a little less than five feet, but now with her neck she was almost more than seven. "Okay, I should probably get punched in pretty soon here."

"And do the exact same stuff you've done now." Mark chuckled. He stroked her neck gently. "Maybe you'll get lucky and find someone into necking."

Jennifer wasn't too big on necking. She had a few odd fetishes, but necking wasn't one of them. "I uh...okay." she said with uncertainty. Her head slowly recovered from the Jar, but she knew it wouldn't be the last time she had it.

Jennifer left the room, went to the back of the stage, and clocked herself in. She let out a soft sigh, and looked at a whiteboard placed above the clock. "I'm not on the dance list again, huh?" She sighed. She wasn't the best of dancers. She blamed it on her being an anthro raccoon. She also blamed it on who she used to be, but she couldn't quite remember 'what' she used to be.

The same unicorn from earlier, Clarissa, showed up right behind Jennifer, and smiled. "Hey, they don't like such a...malleable person on stage some days." Clarissa hugged Jennifer from behind, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "They shout shit at you and you transform, who'd be into that?"

"Probably a lot more people than you think." Jennifer rolled her eyes. "I guess I'm just going back to where I was before then? The only difference is I get paid for it?"

"Well, unless you want to work the floor." Clarissa shrugged. "So long as patrons leave happy, do as you will, you get paid either way." Clarissa turned away from Jennifer. With a flick of her ass and rainbow tail, she walked up to on stage.

Jennifer knew working the floor meant more people in the private rooms to do the exact same thing she just did with Mark. The idea made her wet between her legs. "Work the floor and steal the customer's tips from you? Oh, I'd be honored." She mumbled after Clarissa left. She knew she had to put on attire that was appropriate for her job though.

Jennifer went back to the lockers and changed her attire. She decided to go topless so she could expose her tits, even if it exposed a bit of her chub. She put on what looked like black swimwear over her crotch, though it felt of leather. The black blended well with her stripes and almost made her look completely naked. She then looked down at the high heels at the bottom of the locker she used. She let out a sigh, and put on the tall pink high-heeled boots. She hated wearing the boots, but she knew some patrons liked them, and those that were more into her paws, something she also wasn't a huge fan of but she'd oblige if the bar patron wanted it, could also just request the heels be removed.

Jennifer stumbled a bit as she walked out onto the floor. Her high-heeled pawed feet touched the dirty purple carpet. She never did find out who owned this strip club, she just knew they kept it unclean. She walked around the floor of the strip club for a potential 'customer', preferably a high roller. Jennifer paused when she noticed there was a slightly chubby tanuki with very large balls. She didn't know the tanuki's name, but she knew he was loaded, and not just with cum. He wore a large white shirt, but no pants. With a smile on her face, Jennifer walked up to the tanuki, and swayed her hips and tits as she did. She leaned down onto the small round table in front of him, and let her C cups dangle. "Hello there. Are you enjoying yourself?"

The tanuki held a burger in one hand. His mouth was full of that same burger. He swallowed it, and raised a brow at Jennifer. "The food is better than the dancing here, and that's not saying much as the food tastes horribly burnt, and I'm pretty sure the cheese on this burger shouldn't be the color green."

"People don't come here for the food anyways." Jennifer smiled at the tanuki. "They come here for fun! If this dancer isn't doing it for you, perhaps I can offer a form of entertainment for you in privacy?"

The tanuki looked at Jennifer up and down. "I've never seen a raccoon with a neck like that. Your parents have a bit of giraffe in them or something?"

"It's a bit more complicated than that." Jennifer tilted her head down with a grin. With her tits lowered, she raised her head into an L shape. "A bit of Jar and a bit of suggestive sex, and I'll become whatever your heart desires."

"That'd be more than what this dancer is doing." The tanuki watched the woman on the pole. "Name's Edgar by the way. I do have some interesting kinks, if you think you can satisfy them."

"Oh, I know I can satisfy them. Any weird kink, you name it, I'll do it." Jennifer kept her smile. She thought about what Edgar said and her parents. She knew her parents used to be human, but that didn't sound right. If her parents were human, then shouldn't she be human too? The more she thought about it though, the more her head hurt. She couldn't think about it, but maybe she could find someone to do the thinking for her. 'Mark is a good thinker. I can talk with him about it once my shift ends.' She thought to herself. Thinking about the 'now' moment, and a bit of the future didn't hurt too much, it was mostly thinking about her past.

"Well then," Edgar stood up. "Take me to these private rooms and show me what you can do."

Jennifer escorted Edgar to the same room she was just in with Mark. The room itself still smelled faintly of cum, not just from Mark, but from the Jar Jennifer smoked too. "Now, if you want me to be manipulated, I just need a moment." She grabbed a Jar from the dresser, lit it up, and smoked it slowly.

Edgar followed her, and once they got into the room and she lit her Jar, Edgar smiled. "Ah yes, Jar." Edgar chuckled. "I wanted to call it dandelion, but that horse insisted that Jar was better for whatever reason, I guess because maybe people would easier connect what it mimicked."

"Wait, you know about Jar?" Jennifer inhaled a bit more of that Jar. She felt her mind start to drift away. It became harder to focus. She felt her submissiveness kick in bit by bit. "What does it do?"

"Oh yeah, it messes with the mind and body. There's no long-term ill effects, at least no study has found. It transforms the body and mind though as the person becomes a moldable clay. You can give them a fetish, remove a fetish, or transform them in any manner you want, really." Edgar chuckled. "I thought a raccoon with a long neck was bizarre, but now it makes sense."

"No...Long-term side effects?" Jennifer wondered just how true that was. She couldn't remember a lot about her life. Any time she tried to think about it, she got a headache. She sometimes wondered why that was, but she got a headache whenever she tried thinking about it too hard. "But I can't think about any of my life before I started Jar!" She kept smoking her Jar. Part of her disliked Jar, but it gave her such a sense of relief.

"That's not because of the Jar, at least not that science shows." Edgar shrugged. "Someone could have blocked your memories, or maybe there is a side effect and it just hasn't been studied yet. There have been some memory problems people reported, but then when asked if they're concerned about it, most aren't."

Jennifer was concerned about her lack of memories, but not tremendously enough to stop smoking Jar in hopes they returned. The drug was simply too good. "So, it's not proven that it could have side effects, but you're telling me it could have side effects about memory?"

Edgar shrugged. "Let's not get into the details of Jar, shall we? We came here for one thing, and that wasn't to discuss a drug." He smirked. "Use that tongue of yours. Grow it extremely long, and give my balls a nice lick." The tanuki showed off his furry brown balls. As one might expect for a tanuki, he had a very impressive size down to his knees. It looked as if he had to adjust his walking with balls of the size he possessed.

Jennifer couldn’t argue with Edgar, literally. She felt something grow in her mouth too big to keep in it. She opened up her maw. "Ragh." She made a noise as her tongue lolled out, twice the size it normally was, and growing in length rapidly. Yet, despite the much bigger length, she felt in complete control of it. Even though she felt control over her tongue, she knew what she had to do with it. She moved her to Edgar, leaned her head down to his crotch, and her new long tongue went to work on Edgar's huge balls. Her tongue lashed around the length, and Jennifer tasted the salty musky taste of the tanuki's balls. The Jar she smoked dropped onto the floor, and she stepped on it with her boots to put it out.

"Ah yes, that's it." Edgar leaned back with a happy sigh. His cock twitched to life. "I suppose it's a little stereotypical to have them played with like this, but I do like them toyed with in all kinds of manners. Let's prepare your body for more, you're still high on Jar so you should still transform for at least a good ten minutes. Grow out three extra pairs of tits, all the same size. You like to show them off, so let's give you more to show off with."

Jennifer didn't have the capability to care about her transforming body. She only knew it brought her pleasure, pleasure that helped her in her current task immensely. She let out a soft moan, only slightly distorted by her long tongue as three pairs of pink nipples formed down her body down her belly. She leaned her body down as her tongue stroked and caressed Edgar's balls while her extra tits ballooned out, one pair at a time. Each pair grew as big as the upper pair, though it was hard to see with her body leaned down, she could definitely feel the extra weight fill up, and the enjoyment it came with.
She raised up her body, but tilted down her long neck so her tongue could continue to lap at his balls while she showed off her now multiple tits. It was hard to see her stomach as tits covered her entire front torso.

"Nice." Edgar shivered. His cock pulsed and throbbed as the tanuki cock became fully erect. His shaft wasn't quite as big as Mark's, but it was still larger than average. "Now, give me a tit job while your tongue keeps playing with my balls." He grinned wickedly. "You should know how to do this."

Jennifer immediately knew exactly what Edgar meant. She crawled on top of the bed he sat upon, and turned upside down. Her legs wrapped around Edgar's neck as she leaned her head down to his balls, and her multiple rows of C cup tits took in Edgar's cock. She licked and nuzzled his balls while she moved her body up and down his with her tits playing softly squeezing his cock.

Edgar grabbed Jennifer's legs. He looked down between her legs, and chuckled. "Oh yes...you used to be a male, didn't you? It shows. You're so tight and firm down there. I don't judge."

'Was I male?' Jennifer thought to herself. She couldn't think about it for too long or too deep as it made her head pound. Every day her mind nagged her that she used to be someone else. She wanted to figure out who she once was. However, every time she thought she was getting somewhere, her head hurt, or she dealt with a client that focused sex over everything else, and it was easy for Jennifer to lose track.

"It is okay, what matters is who you are now, and what you are now, and the things you're doing now." Edgar held Jennifer with one hand, and with the other, he reached underneath Jennifer's clothes and traced two fingers over her pink needy cunt. "That's what Jar was designed to do after all. Amongst other things."

Jennifer gasped. She felt his fat fingers up against her cunt, and with her tongue on his balls, and tits on his cock, she couldn't focus. She was so wet, and he undoubtedly knew she was by now. "I...ah...ah...uhn." she couldn't even speak.

Edgar smiled down at her. With a deep thrust of his finger, he felt the pressure in his cock build up with pressure. With a soft moan, his balls tensed, and he came. His cock pumped and pulsed his seed freely onto his fur, and Jennifer's multiple rows of tits. His orgasm lasted a good minute with the size of his balls, and his seed soaked the pair. Just as his cock slowly died down, he smiled at Jennifer. "Now...use that tongue to clean up this mess."

Jennifer slid down from Edgar, and used that tongue of hers to reach up and clean off Edgar, and herself. She wasn't sure how long her tongue truly extended. It felt as if it had no limit to how far it could stretch, and if Edgar commanded it, it probably wouldn't have a range. "It only matters...who I am now." She said softly.

"That is right." Edgar smiled down at her. He kept his legs spread as his cock slowly softened. "Oh, make sure to squeeze my shaft. Get every last drop out."

Jennifer did as Edgar told her to do. It took a bit as her tongue wasn't that much thicker, just longer, but eventually she cleaned off all his cum off him, her, and even squeezed his cock to get the last of his seed out. "But...what if I want to know who I used to be?"

"I don't know if 'anyone' can answer that for you." Edgar smiled at her. "Jar has some pretty life changing effects. Don't think too hard about it though. Literally, don't. You'll probably get a pounding headache with how dumb you must be now."

"How do you know I'm dumb?" Jennifer rolled her tongue back into her mouth. Despite how much larger her tongue grew, she managed to keep it all behind her lips. She wasn't going to ask why that was so. "Maybe I'm the smartest girl you ever knew!"

"Tell me what two plus two is."

Jennifer paused to think about that math question. She tried to add numbers on her fingers, and quickly came up with the number four, but that didn't sound right. If a pair of tits and a second pair of tits added together, they'd still only amount to two, wouldn't they? They'd just be bigger. "It's still two, isn't it?" She sounded unsure.

"Exactly." Edgar chuckled. He gave Jennifer's head a gentle pat, pulled his clothes back on, and left.

Jennifer raised a brow. She swore she was right, but Edgar didn't tell her if she was. She knew how to count; she wasn't 'that' dumb. 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.' She thought to herself, as if to confirm it. She felt her Jar wear off, and she let out a sigh. Part of her wanted to go try to figure out 'who' she was before the strip club. She thought maybe that the manager might know something.

Before Jennifer went back to the floor, she returned to the hallway and went the exact opposite way down. She knocked on the door to the entrance to the manager's office.

"Come on in." a female voice called out.

Jennifer opened the door and saw a panda on the other side. 

Sakiya, the manager of the strip club, sat behind a desk with a massive stack of papers on her desk haphazardly arranged. "Hey Jenny!" The panda anthro said with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Uh, I was wondering if you could explain something for me." Jennifer walked in, and grabbed a seat on the fold down black chair on the other side of the desk. "Or like, look something up for me."

Sakiya kept her smile. "Let me guess, you want me to try to find out who the old 'you' used to be?"

"How did you know?" Jennifer tilted her head. "Are you a psy...a psy...a psycho thing?"

"You're not the only one to inquire as to what you did before you worked here." Sakiya opened up her desk and pulled out a brown folder.

"I'm not singing in choir, I just want to know what I used to be, I'm having brain problems." Jennifer wished she knew how to explain it better, but just as thinking of what she used to be would make her head hurt, so did complicated words.

"Right." The panda chuckled. "Regardless, this just lists your current information. There was a background check, but that was to make sure you had no criminal record." She handed Jennifer a paper. "You can take a look at your resume here, but I don't think it's going to be much help."

Jennifer read her resume, and as she did, she wondered how she even filled it out. She saw her first name, but no last name. Her age was mid-20s, and she didn't have any former occupations listed. For skills she wrote 'sucking cock and taking it in the cunt' among other things. "You accepted this?"

"The job doesn't exactly require strong skills as you can see. If you can dance, you can smoke Jar, and you can transform into whatever the person fucking you wants, then you're hired. We don't discriminate."

Jennifer rubbed her head with a grimace. "I just, I remember I used to be something different, something more. I started smoking Jar and then my life changed."

"Drugs will do that to you." The panda commented. "Well, both in the good way where some drugs help you feel better, and the bad way that you see everyone hate."

Jennifer nodded. "Yeah, maybe I should try to stop taking Jar and see what happens."

"I can tell you watching others try to quit doesn't fix anything. They get depressed, they get better, and then nothing else really changes about them physically. If you start taking something and then stop, you don't 'magically' get better. Besides, is this life really bad?"

"What do you mean? I can't remember who I used to be. Isn't that something to be worried about?" Jennifer tilted her head.

"A lot of people don't remember their past. Almost nobody remembers their infancy, and few remember their child years. You might not remember 'who' you used to be, but unless this current life is terrible, is it really worth the trouble to find out who you used to be?"

Jennifer swore she had a talk like that earlier, but she couldn't remember. "I guess you're right." Jennifer scratched her head. She couldn't think much about it in detail. "Sorry for bothering you."

Jennifer opened the door and left. Just as she turned around to close the door, she sensed a presence behind her. She turned around one more time, and saw a topless Mark. "H-hey Mark. What are you doing here?"

Mark smiled at Jennifer. "I heard you were having some problems about figuring out your life, is that right?"

Jennifer slightly frowned and nodded. "Yes, I can't...I mean...I don't know who I used to be, and it's annoying the fuck out of me that I don't know. I swore I used to be married to a wife, I used to be something else, but every time I try to think of it, I get headaches, and nobody seems to know what I used to be!"

"Did we talk about this before?" Mark wrapped an arm around Jennifer. "I swore we did. Hell, we probably talked about this earlier today. Why does it matter who you used to be? We don't cart, we don't judge. All that matters is who you are now, and what you're doing now."

"But..."

"The only butts you should be thinking about is a cock in yours." Mark retorted. "You shouldn't be worried about who you used to be? What if you used to be a shitty person? You'll feel all guilty about who you once were."

Jennifer didn't think she used to be a bad person. She couldn't remember herself doing anything bad. Then again, she ended up working in a strip joint in a bad part of town, so maybe her life used to be bad in one form or another. She didn't know, and she didn't think she was going to be figuring it out anytime soon. "I guess." She replied, quietly.

"Here." Mark took Jennifer's furry hand. "Why don't we make some alterations with a side of fun? That'll help you forget all about this whole 'previous life' thing."

Jennifer remembered having fun with Mark earlier. She remembered his big cock, and the neck she had to grow to take it, the long neck she still had. It made things feel awkward, but at the same time, she had to experience new things now and then. "I suppose, but aren't you working now?"

"Naw, my shift ended a bit ago." Mark pulled Jennifer into one of the many back rooms. "Now, stop questioning things. Smoke some Jar and have some fun."

"Jar..." Jennifer knew this all started when she smoked Jar. She grabbed a bit of it from the vanity dresser in the room they walked into, and stared at it. Part of her wanted to just break it open and see what was inside, but she doubted she would be capable of understanding anything in it, let alone do anything about it.

"Well?" Mark closed the door with a hoof before he took a seat on the bed and pulled off his pants, leaving him completely naked. "What's keeping you?"

"What happens if I don't smoke the Jar before sex?" Jennifer asked, curiously. She knew she had Jar almost every single time before sex, and every single time she transformed into something. Her body was moldable, changeable, and she suspected the Jar was doing that.

"You have enough in your system to transform more regardless." Mark shrugged. "But I'd feel more comfortable if you had a smoke, so..." Mark smirked. "Smoke some Jar."

Jennifer heard Mark's orders. She grabbed a match, lit up the Jar, and took a puff without a second thought, if one reason being she couldn't have any second thoughts. When someone ordered her to do something, she HAD to do it. "Ugh, I can't believe you're making me do this." Jennifer grumbled. The Jar did make her feel better, but she hated how Mark commanded her.

"I'm not making you do anything." Mark replied. "I'm asking you to do something, you're not thinking, you're just doing it. You can stop at any time you desire, but unless I command you to do so, you're unlikely to. You're just THAT much of a sub."

"A sub? Submissive?" Jennifer didn't have to think hard to realize what that meant. "I can be a dom whenever I want, I'm more of like...a switch or something."

"You're dominant when someone ORDERS you to be dominant. That's submissive with a capital 'S'." Mark rolled his eyes at Jennifer. "And you'll transform to match whatever dominant role they want you to be. If someone wanted you to be an elephant with a trunk for a cock that cummed out its nose, you'd transform into that."

Jennifer shivered as she thought of a hypersexualized elephant anthro with all sorts of interesting 'quirks' as one might call them, although Jennifer didn't even know if she got the right word for that. "Maybe." She replied quietly.

"See?" Mark laughed. "I'm not ordering you to be dominant though, because I prefer you just the way you are." Mark stroked Jennifer's long neck. "I can tell someone else got to you too." That same hand stroked down Jennifer's multiple rows of tits. "Was it that tanuki? That tanuki sticks out like a sore thumb. How much did he pay you?"

'Pay?' Jennifer thought. She knew she had fun with the tanuki; she didn't have to think back very far to remember that. She didn't recall him paying her though. "Uh..."

"You forgot to get paid upfront again, didn't you?" Mark rolled his eyes. 

"You didn't pay me for our first session when I came in!" Jennifer quickly replied. She smoked another puff of her Jar to help keep her calm and forget, though she didn't forget things that took place less than an hour ago.

"You weren't punched in when you came in." Mark rolled his eyes. "And I bet he didn't even command you to forget about the payment, he just transformed you, had his way, and left you a big cum mess."

Jennifer remembered cleaning it up with that long tongue of hers, the same tongue she had rolled up in her mouth. "I don't know." She was a terrible liar, especially when Jar was in her system as strong as it was. "But just cause you're on break doesn't mean you can do this for free."

"You believe I already paid you, and you're not going to question this aloud." Mark ordered.

Jennifer blinked a few times with wide eyes. She didn't remember Mark paying her, but he said he did, and she shouldn't question it. She didn't see the money anywhere, and she definitely didn't have a wallet to store it in, either. "Right, sorry about that." Jennifer replied. "Okay, so what are we doing? Same as we did a bit ago?"

"No, no. We did oral, I'm sure that tanuki did vaginal, let's top it off with anal, fill up 'every' hole." He chuckled. "Well, except a few other parts that would be a little too awkward to fill for some."

Jennifer knew exactly what Mark meant. "If...if you really want." She turned her back to Mark.

"What fun would it be if I did 'just' anal though? It isn't all about sex; it's about sex and transforming!" He chuckled. "I'm thinking you need some more tits, but on your back."

"Tits on...on my back?" Jennifer turned her head. Thanks to her much longer neck, she had the ability to turn her head far more than the average person did. She couldn't turn completely around like an owl, but she saw her bare furry back. She swore she got dressed at some point, but clothes were optional in this strip club, especially for workers.

"Yes. It's a little bizarre, but if you don't try new things, you'll never know if you like them! Grow tits on your back, identical to the ones on your front in size."

Jennifer thought the order was bizarre, but Mark commanded her, and she had to obey. With her long tongue, she coiled it out long enough to put the Jar in an ashtray, coiled it back, and nodded to Mark. She felt increased sensitivity as nipples appeared on her back and inflated with tits, bit by bit until she had multiple rows of tits on her back. Like her many other changes, they occurred quick, but not so quick that one watching couldn't enjoy watching their growth. She let out a quiet moan as the tits on her back swelled with milk, milk that leaked from the tips of the new nipples.

"Perfect. See, if I'm doing anal, that doesn't mean I can't have some tits to play with." Mark chuckled. "But now let's grow out that ass, double the size of those cheeks."

Jennifer nodded. She never looked into how she was transforming, just that she knew she could, and if someone ordered her to transform, she'd do it. If they ordered her to jump, she'd ask how high, and then her body would transform to be capable of jumping to whatever height they desired. She let out another soft moan as her ass ballooned out. She watched as her furry cheeks pushed outwards with every breath she took, and she felt herself grow damp between her legs.

Mark grabbed her soft, plump rear. He gave it a gentle squeeze as it grew. "And grow out that anus. I want a puffy doughnut anus perfectly sized for my horse cock. It should stick out from these ass cheeks with how big it is."

Jennifer could only nod and moan as her anus grew between her ass cheeks. She swore she tried to remember something earlier, something about her old life, but it didn't matter. The pleasure her body felt now, the enjoyment she felt now, that was all that mattered. She didn't need to worry about the past or future, just the present. Her job paid handsomely, she loved working, and she absolutely adored the sex. Her newly grown ass cheeks parted to reveal her doughnut anus, and she eagerly presented it to Mark.

With a laugh, Mark pushed his cock into Jennifer's anus. Thanks to his earlier order, her ass was perfect for his cock. "Keep growing that ass out." Mark put his hands on her furry rear. "I want to feel its growth."

Jennifer moaned lewdly. Her cunt dripped as she felt her ass humped and pumped by Mark. Her ass continued to grow, just as he desired.

"Perfect." Mark stroked her ass as he happily pounded her rear. "Now, how do you feel?"

Jennifer felt pleasure. She smelled cum, but that was mostly due to the Jar that smelled so much like cum. She also felt hot, but sex was physical. Her heart pounded underneath her chest as sweat matted her fur. "G-good."

"You don't need to bring up anything about that 'former life' of yours anymore now, do you?"

Jennifer paused at that. Maybe it was Mark ramming her ass, or maybe it was because she still wanted to try to figure it out, but she wasn't sure how to answer. She couldn't think of a proper way 'to' answer.

"Come on, you don't care about your former life. It's all about now. It's about who you are now, isn't that right?"

'Right...' Jennifer thought to herself. It shouldn't matter who she used to be. Maybe he was right. No, he had to be right. He was smarter than Jennifer was, even though that wasn't a very high bar. If she knew who she was, she'd either spend the rest of her life trying to get back to who she was, or she'd try to spend the rest of her life trying to forget who she was.

"You're not saying it, but I can tell you're thinking it." Mark held Jennifer close. Her many back tits squeezed up against Mark's chest and squirted milk freely on his horse hide. "Tell me. Tell me what matters to you."

"R-right...right now matters." Jennifer replied with a gasp as Mark thrusted hard in her doughnut anus. A-ahn...n-nothing else."

"That's a good girl." Mark's hands squeezed one pair of tits on Jennifer's front, and with a tight hold, he closed his eyes and filled Jennifer's rear with his seed.

Jennifer gasped and moaned as Mark filled her, the thoughts of trying to figure out who she used to be faded as both he, and her, orgasmed. She felt her cunt gush freely onto the bed below them. Her body was hot, she felt arousal fill her entirely, and she could do nothing but moan happily. She may not have known much about herself or the world around her, but as far as she was concerned she was happy, and that's all that mattered.
