Boo3: The bell rang out as Roland pushed open the door, peeking his head in to look around. "Café de la Chauve-Souris" it was called. Some new place that just opened up in the neighborhood, apparently. He'd noticed it on the way back from work and the place looked pretty charming, so he figured he might as well check it out. Looking in, he could see a few other patrons here and there, chatting. Mostly humans, like him, but he could see a handful of furs as well, seated around a table. The café was decorated with mirrored panels and prints of cute, cartoony bats, some of them bordering on risqué, but he had to admit that they just... worked, somehow.
He walked in proper and sat down at a small table. He could see an impressive coffee maker set up on the bar, as well as display cases full of extremely appatizing pastries. He could feel his mouth start to water just looking at them, and made a mental note to try some cake or pie at the very least, too. He sat there, waiting to be served.

Echoen: The scent in the cafe was alluringly rich - a mingle of fresh brews and tastier treats, likely baked? So when Roland spies those freshly produced appetizers, and the lilts of steam rising up off them, it all comes together. "What can I getcha?" Peeps from above, you can look up and find your waitress... and her cleavage. Hanging upside down from the rafters, the busty bat is clad in a snug apron-blouse server's getup, with little frills here and there. It's obviously straining to contain the vast amounts of cleavage, and she's showing an awful, awful lot of leg, too. Long toes clinging to the beam. A little notpad in her hands, her wings tucked around her back. "I recommend the House Special. It's a big flap!"

Boo3: Roland is momentarily at a loss for words, his eyes and mind lost in the waitress's cleavage for what feels like a subjective eternity. A pretty, plush eternity, to be fair, but Roland snaps back to his senses, worried that his gaze lingered a bit too long. Turning his eyes downward to meet the waitress's look, he can't see any hint that she was offended, however. It doesn't look like he was quiet for a weirdly long time, either, as far as he can gauge from her reaction, so he breathes a sigh of relief. Awkwardness thankfully averted, Roland opens his mouth to speak, but finds himself coughing instead, his throat dry. "Ahem. Err, yeah, that sounds good. I'm kind of thirsty, too," he says, his hand rubbing his throat. "Do you have any tea to recommend, too?"

Echoen: "We'll get you set up right quick, for sure! You just wait right there~" She flips closed her notebook and drops from above - she was hanging probably only a yard above you - but catches the air quickly and flits into the kitchen. You were absolutely certain you could see up her skirt and her panties, and boy, were they full to bulging with more shapes than a girl should have. Glancing around again, you were sure you had noticed more humans than furs, and indeed not as many bats, or batty girls. Maybe a few of them had come in while you were distracted? Many of them were quite pretty and happily nibbling on pastries or sipping from mugs. Such a pastry and mug appear before you, too. "Enjoy!" The mug of fluid looks like a thicker tea, maybe honey based? But the pastry smells sooooo good.

Boo3: "Oh, thanks!" Roland says and picks up the cup. He inhales deeply, really getting a good noseful of the tea's aroma. It smells a bit off, but in a good way. Savoury, somehow, but sweet, too. He clears his throat and, eager to alleviate the dryness he takes a first tentative sip. Then a bigger sip. And then a full-on swig. The tea tastes much like how it smells, savoury, but sweet somehow, and it is thicker than he expected. He can feel it cling to his thrat as he swallows, but at the same time it's so soothing, and as it gets down to his stomach he can feel a pleasant warmth spread throghout his body for just a moment.
Satisfied with the tea for now, and having fixed his dry throat, Roland turns his attention to the pastry. The deliciously fragrant pastry. It looks amazing, too, covered in a light glaze with a very detailed rendering of a bat drawn on in icing. Roland wants to savour the experience as long as possible, but oh boy, it smells so good, and it looks so inviting that before he can really stop himself he's taken a big bite out of it already. As good as it looked and smelled, the taste is even better, and the texture is perfectly crumbly and moist. Looking down at the pastry, he notices an off-white drip of cream filling about to ooze out onto his plate. Roland intercepts it with his finger, however, and sticks the digit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around to savour the taste. The cream has a strange taste to it, too, reminiscent of the tea, almost. It's slightly salty, but in a way that brings out the sweetness of the rest of the treat. Roland closes his eyes and hums in delight as he swallows, feeling the pastry lide down his throat to his stomach and spread the same warmth he felt from the tea, but magnified, somehow.

Echoen: Each savory moment seems to last a long time, and the rest of the world simply falls away. The smells encompass you, the tastes swirl in your mouth and body, and the good feelings only get better all over. With a taste of the inner cream, it isn't long before the whole thing is devoured, bite after bite melting in the mouth and bringing out all the sensations of the best tastes. With the warmth and flavors so wonderfully distracting, it's difficult to notice how many other patrons are enjoying the exact same thing - cute, curvy bat waittresses delivery refills and new pastries to hungry patrons, some pausing to share a sip or take a nibble too, wings rubbing fondly over tight clothes. This must be a really popular bat place as there's so many batty girls around, hardly any other furs or humans. "Need a refill?" Your revierer is interrupted by your waittress hanging above you, her otufit bulging significantly in the front, dark stain near the tip of her bulge. "We just got a fresh batch going, so it's on the house!"

Boo3: Roland can't help but bite his lip when his waitress shows up again. She's a real looker, somehow the perfect person to serve these delicious pastries. There's just something right about her supple curves and bulging bits being associated with the café's confections. Roland knows he's been staring a while as he swallows some drool, but the fear of awkwardness has long since fallen by the wayside. He nods eagerly at the waitress's offer, and ogles her rump after taking his order. The warmth radiating from his stomach hasn't let up, and that couple with the staff's curves has Roland's member straining at his pants underneath the table. He sits back, luxuriating in the feeling, and reaches up to adjust his shirt. It's feeling strangely tight, and the feeling lingering from the pastry and tea has left him feeling very hot and sticky. At the same time, the café's AC is on, and a refreshing, gentle breeze makes his nipples harden under the tightness of his shirt. God, he could really go for another one of those pastries.

Echoen: "Good! O-open wide and close your eyes..." As you do, she flits from the ceiling to your table, draping her apron over your head and stretching ears. The same warmth and scent of icing fills your nose as warmth pushes to your lips - your face helpfully pushing forward into a muzzle as it does. "Ohhh, good, now drink your fill...." As warmth pours down your throat, your chest begins to rise faster, and your crotch begins to give way under growing batty boyjunk. Shi helpfully pets at your wings as they slowly push from your back, planting your new winghands on hir bubble batty ass. Yours growing to match with every gulp and squeeze.

Boo3: Roland is startled for a moment as his waitress pushes his head towards her, or rather, hir crotch, but the atmosphere in the café is simultaneously so relaxing and exciting that he doesn't bother to resist and eagerly goes with the flow. The waitress's flow, that is, as hir throbbing, plump, dripping shaft spreads his new muzzle and swells, growing down his throat to deposit load after load of special cream filling almost directly in his stomach. The same warmth he felt when eating the pastry spreads through him again, multiplied tenfold as he drinks straight from the undiluted tap. His throat contracts as he swallows around the cock, his tongue lapping and licking at the rim of hir sheath, and his plump new lips sucking, eager to have the batty waitress give him more. And give him more shi does; so much more that, his stomach unable to fully cope with the flow, a good load of salty-sweet bat-spunk is forced back up his throat and into his mouth. Roland's eyes roll back in his head as the heavenly taste fills his mouth and gushes out around his lips, staining the waitress's apron to the point where shi decides to discard it. More spunk drips down his shirt, soaking his swelling, increasingly sensitive chest as soft batty breasts capped with dark, plump, drippy nipples strain against the fabric, pushed up by a belly swelling with delicious, mutagenic bat-cum. As his new wing-hands grope and knead the waitress's ass, Roland's new ears hear a tearing sound as his own growing rump bursts free of the confines of his slacks, his own batty sheath flopping out into the open and splattering the ground with some bat-spunk of his own. The whole experience is bliss, but then he feels something strange in the pit of his stomach, a feeling that extends downwards through his body and behind his furry balls...

* Echoen battymoans and flutters hir wings a lil' bit as you slurp and suck and drink from hir cock, ivory jets of batty cream pumping down your throat and bringing out the best batty you can be, nevermind your old humie clothes, make way for those new wings - and hips, and titties! Hir thick ass gyrates in your gripping hands, thick and plump as every batty's should be. Heavy balls rest on top of your tits; bats know where to put their proper parts in proper places. When your own perky bottom pops free of your clothes, there's a few squeaky cheers from the rest of the bat-filled restuarant, long tongues licking hungrily as they eye their new hire. The chair is removed from under you, but hands grip your hips - two sets of hands, one from in front of you and one from behind. Thick cockflesh pushes into your new puss, as a batty maw swirls and slurps and seals around your growing cock, getting at that pastry filling.

Boo3: Roland moans around your throbbing, gushing shaft and shudders in rapture as hir new folds get speared and spread so deliciously wide by a thick, fat batty cock, even as a skilled pair of lips and an agile tongue get to work on hir own growing, leaky shaft. Roland's new lover gently moves hir shaft deeper and deeper into the former male's no-longer-virgin sex and stops as the fat head presses up against hir cervix. The bat pulls back, causing Roland's hips to twitch, which the bat giving hir the blowjob of a lifetime expertly compensates for, and then, much less gently this time, pushes back in. Roland squeaks every time the process repeats itself, faster and harder each time until the batty behind hir is savagely pistoning hir shaft in and out of the newly-minted herm. Pre-cum squealches and squirts out with every thrust, splattering Roland's churning balls even as shi muzzle-fucks the eager bat underneath hir, all the while shi's still sucking on your shaft as if hir life depended on it. Hir hands grope and knead at hir breasts, each at least as large as hir head, and with every squeeze hir nipples squirt out streamers of milk, soaking the bat below. The warmth suffusing hir body has long since intensified into an orgasmic fire as the three of you literally fuck the new hire into starting hir heat.

Echoen: Three batties to pleasure, three batties to please, these three bats flap their wings and fuck the new batty with ease. All across the french bat cafe the bats are getting bigger, squeaking and rubbing and grinding and pumping as their bodies grow curvy and thicker. Not a human or male or any other breed in sight, fresh ivory cum flows in abundant spurts much to every bat's delight. Mugs of 'tea' and platters of pastries find their way digested, ensuring that no battyherm's transformation is arrested. Warm paws and wings grope and knead, caressing and cupping your big chest, while the other bats grinding to your body smush at you with their chests. Even though your old clothes are gone and your body's curves reject most sizes, you notice out of a corner of your eye bats are handing out aprons as prizes. They free the wings and reveal the body, and entice those looking to try a treat, attending customers and revealing assets as they hang from rafters with their bare feet.

Boo3: Roland groans and moans as shi's fucked and sucked, and sucks you in turn. Shi certainly hadn't expected this when shi first walked in less than an hour ago, but hir new, hermy batty life makes so much sense to hir that shi can't imagine anything else. All that's left is to feed customers treats and play with hir new sisters, over and over, again and again, to make sure that everybody can always have as much fun as this, experience this bliss. With this revelation, Roland's mind goes blank as shi climaxes, thick ropes of delicious batty spunk shooting into the muzzle of the batty below, while hir sloppy sex shivers and contracts around the rod of the bat rutting into hir from behind. Roland's squeezing hole sets off the breeding bat, and shi buries hir shaft all the way inside hir lover, the head popping past the battered cervix and unleasheing a thick load of hir own.Roland's pulls back, yoru shaft finally dislodging from hir throat only to keep squirting, plastering hir face and chest with your spunk. Hir belly keeps growing, however, hir lover's cum filling up every nook and cranny of hir brand-new womb. Roland lies there a while until the other two bats uncouple from hir, and the new hire rises to hir feet, now the spitting image of you and the other bats in the café, apart from a tummy swollen with spunk. Shi slowly deflates, however, as the excess seed runs down hir legs and pools on the ground as Roland leans in to grab you, pressing you close as she plants a sloppy, cummy kiss on your muzzle. Shi winks and pads over to the batty handing out aprons, selecting an extra large one as shi prepares to receive new customers, hir belly slowly growing with new batty life.