okay i love the animal transformation fics where geralt is turned into a literal wolf, but what if he was cursed and everyone expected him to turn into a wolf, and instead he ends up as a tiny mouse or some shit??
jaskier would find him twice as adorable and probably wouldn’t put him down
Lmao you know how there are fics of the wolf witchers being cursed into literal wolves?? What if the viper witchers got turned into snakes.
Enter Jaskier.
Jaskier is the kid who loved every animal and insect regardless of how ugly it looked or how dangerous it was. He purposefully sought out lizards and snakes to play with as a child and absolutely adores them. He coos over snakes the way someone would find puppies cute.
So, Jaskier ends up finding Letho, who was cursed to be a snake. (I’m thinking Vipera berus, the common European adder).
At first Jaskier doesn’t realize that Letho is cursed, he only recognizes the markings as that belonging to a common venomous snake he would find all the time on the grounds surrounding the manor. (Jaskier has non human blood and never suffered from the bites he sustained). The snake doesn’t seem aggressive, so Jaskier easily scoops Letho up in his hands and coos over him.
Letho is instantly enraged.
Imagine a cute little snake hissing angrily, but his bite isn’t doing anything and he is essentially harmless. Jaskier can’t get over how cute he looks.
Eventually Jaskier figures out that the snake is a cursed witcher, and finds Letho’s gear.
Jaskier can’t figure out Letho’s real name, so he calls the witcher “his little viper” based on the witcher amulet he found, which depicted a viper.
Don’t tell Jaskier but Letho secretly likes the endearment.
Just imagine Jaskier fawning over this larger than average adder, and calling it “his baby boy” and “his little viper.” Other humans are terrified of this monster of a snake - unusually big and with giant fangs.
During the colder months Jaskier tucks Letho around his neck and under his shirt to help keep him warm. Jaskier shows Letho unconditional love.
When they run into Geralt, the wolf witcher is not happy.
Summary:So there was this jar, and it had so much peanut butter still in it, and when his fox nose scented it and didn’t catch any poison or spoilage, what was he supposed to do? Not avail himself of this gift? No. He shoved his delicate little snout right in there and got to licking, but, you know… Elegantly. Definitely not snarfing and making horrible little fox sounds and rolling around on the ground while he went ham on the jar. Sure, he had to work a little bit to get at the last of it, but anything good is worth working for, right? So finally, triumphant, no longer starving, and maybe a little thirsty now from eating half a cup of peanut butter in about two minutes, he’d tried to remove his head from the jar.
Operative word tried.
Or: Wei Ying gets stuck. Lan Zhan helps.
My comments: Well, now, this was a hoot and a ride, due to being inside wwx’s head for the whole story (along with his colony of over-caffeinated squirrels and the eighteen trains of thought he has going in and out of his brain depot). He’s a feral cuddle-monster as a fox and an insecure and anxious human if he thinks too much, and there’s zero filter at all, so he often uses mouth words when no mouth words should have been used, and it’s hilarious.
Luckily, Lan Zhan is really *really* into that.
Excerpt 1: He thinks, briefly, about shifting into his human form. Would he just sort of… explode out of the jar? Or would he end up with his human-sized head stuck inside this fox-sized peanut butter jar? That is genuinely the most horrifying thought he’s ever had in his life. No fucking way. Shifting is right out! Not today Satan, not today!
Excerpt 2: He reaches one gloved hand in and murmurs, “Don’t worry, Xiao-gua, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
Wei Ying dies a little inside and doesn’t think he can be blamed for it. Anyone would feel the same way after hearing that voice coming out of that face calling an angry possum “Little Melon” in Chinese. The possum apparently agrees, because it stops hissing and goes docile, settling into a corner of the box and blinking up at Hot Animal Hero with sleepy eyes. “Good job,” Hot Animal Hero tells the possum. “You’re doing very well.”
Wei Ying is going to fucking marry this man. Tall, hot, smells good, good with animals? He’s gone. He’s done. The crush he develops is instant and all-consuming.
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Silk is a traveler of dreams, though it seems she may have stumbled upon her own nightmare. While traversing the ethereal plane, she found herself standing in a grassy meadow. Nearby a fence ran along the perimeter and distant, distorted sounds could be heard from the barn and farmhouse. It was strange, she noted, that the location seemed rather detailed. She could feel the grass against her bare feet, the wind in her pigtails, and even distinct scents wafting in the air. Most dreams only manifested visuals, as humans rely on their eyes most and that’s where most of their information comes from… She snuffed, nostrils widening, what was that smell though? It was musky and earthy, but she admitted it was rather pleasant in its own way.
She took a few steps towards the fence. She started noticing some inconsistencies. The farmhouse seemed flat, like it was a stage backdrop, same with the barn… and the weird noises almost sounded human, though garbled like someone trying to talk in water. She tapped her chin, feeling a prickling slipping down her neck. “Maybe I should try another- OH!” She turned and was greeted to the sight of a large chestnut stallion. “Well hello there,” She smiled petting his nose, “Are you the pony a little girl wanted?” Silk chuckled, though something in the back of her head was gnawing at her… like a mare eating an apple… an odd comparison to think of, but accurate. She turned back to the barn, trying to listen to the sounds, maybe the little girl was- hey! She turned as the stallion bit at her clothes, “Knock it off, Seabiscuit…” She tried to shove him off, though stumbled back off balance on her hooves. Her ears twitched as the horse’s steps drew closer, “Now hold on, I don’t want to mess up a little girl’s dream just… because…” Silk noted the farmhouse again, why would the girl’s house look flat but the meadow detailed? Why… why would the smell and sounds be so clear if… she perked up as the stallion grunted at her, her tail raising at his muscular, virile form. “This… isn’t a little girl’s dream… Is it?” She gulped with an equine snort.
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The Lavaridge Gym Leader is acclimating well to her current station. The herd was uncertain of the new addition to the pen at first, but as we reach the later stages of the treatment, they have begun to recognize her scent. Recently, we have observed the Test Subject exhibiting Numel behavior, such as grazing and laying on hot rocks while she suns. She still resists showing her new instincts when she knows she is observed, but even so their mental faculties are clearly slowing down to match her destined form. When sleeping with the herd, she does not respond to being prodded. Her hide has grown thicker since our previous entry, as even a more deliberate jab goes unnoticed. She will, however, walk to the trough with the others, internally knowing that the feed was about to be served out. At her most recent feeding, she was heard lowing a soft ‘Numel Numel". It is clear she is losing the fight. A few more 'feedings’ and she will be a very productive female for the herd population.
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“Anything can be hacked, and anyone,” Sombra heard a voice say above her, her nose twitching nervously at the sound. She peered up at a human… at Moira’s face, the Irish scientist grinning devilishly as she wrote down some notes. “That’s what you’d always say right? Well, you were right… DNA is a rather easy thing to hack, at least for me,” She chuckled as Sombra idly cleaned her whiskers, her wormy tail flicking uneasily. She was trying to focus on what the large creature meant… or wanted… words weren’t making much sense to the rat… to the woman… she shook her head, feeling her fur shift as her paws hit the ground. “Not much longer now and you’ll be ready to join the others,” Sombra felt the human pet her head… it was calming, “But don’t worry, I wouldn’t experiment on an animal,” Moira cooed as the rat nuzzled her hand, “that would be cruel…”
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The air was thick in the Shrine, an old abandoned temple to a deity long forgotten. Silence floated stiffly in the air, save for the grunt and moans of a lone visitor. The young man fell forward, his bones cracking, muscles aching, his whole body rearranging as his form lost his masculine physique. His pants slipped off as his skin began to lighten, he watched his glasses clatter to the floor while his hair rapidly grew out in his peripherals. She gasped and purred, the changes tightening her waist and flaring out her womanly hips. She licked her lips, feeling herself slip in comfortably to her new body. “Been so long since I had a body,” the voice spoke as the man’s voice grew fainter in her head. “Don’t worry, darling,” she cooed standing up, walking out of the oversized pants and lifting her shirt to inspect her new form, “I promise the experience will be VERY pleasurable for the both of us…"She grinned lustfully, "and everyone else who will join us…"
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I flick my cigarette onto the empty driveway and squish it beneath my foot. Pulsing coloured lights from within the house briefly light up the slender garden, creating a multicoloured path to the front door. The music sounds muffled, but its definitely audible. It wouldn’t surprise me if neighbours complain. This is a culdesac after all. Police might even show up. Wouldn’t be a Stefan Party without that, would it?
I knock on the thick wooden door and wait. No answer. I can hear people inside. Chattering. Can see them through the garden windows too. I knock again, this time harder than before.
“Miles?!” A voice yells from behind me, laughing. “You’re late too! Thank God.”
It’s Wyatt. The only other person I know at this party, apart form Stefan anyway. Me, Wyatt and Stefan go way back. Well, five years back, but that’s relatively long considering. I mean, I’ve only lived in Brooktane for five years. I don’t know many people apart from those in our course. That’s where I met these two idiots. We both study business at Brooktane University. We sat beside each other the first day of college. Then, boom. Here we are.
“I texted you before I got here. Where were you?” I call as he makes his way down the garden trail.
“I had to run and go get a stupid costume from that Halloween pop-up shop beside Archie’s Pizzeria. You know the one.” He walks past me and smacks the door loudly, never breaking eye contact.
“You ran all the way downtown for a costume?” I laugh. “I didn’t even bother bringing one.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Wyatt looks me up and down. “Stefan said it was a costume party. He said we have to wear costumes.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I dismiss my best friend. “What’d you end up going for?”
“It was slim pickens down there, dude.” He acts like he’s about to profess something bad. “Turns out looking for a costume on Halloween isn’t going to give you the best choices”
‘So…” I smile, ready for the big reveal.
Wyatt takes out a plastic packet with neatly folded clothes in it.
“ARABIAN PRINCE” it read.
I laugh and clap my hands.
“Shut up.” He laughs and smacks my shoulder. “It was the only one they had left.”
“Awhite boy dressing as an Arabian Prince…” I take the packet from his hands, laughing at the costume up close. “It’s a bit problematic, I’m not gonna lie.”
“I’ll make sure not to be in any photos.” He snatches the costume back. He smiles. “This could be a career ruining party for me.”
“Cut to you in ten years being cancelled.” I grin, turning towards the door. “You’ll be forced to live off the grid as a farmer or some shit.”
The chattering from inside grows infinitely louder as the door swings open. We’re both met with a grinning drunk Stefan.
“Wyatt! Miles!” Stefan throws his arms open, spilling his half empty beer on the floor. “Make yourself at-“
Stefan stops mid sentence and stares at us, as if it had taken this long for his brain to catch up to his sight.
“No costumes?” Stefan furrows his brow angrily. “What part of costume party do you not understand?”
“I got a costume, dude. I just bought it. It’s still in this thing.” Wyatt holds up the plastic packaging with the career ruining clothing inside.
“Ah, that’s my man. Never let the Stefan down. You ain’t gonna like letting me down, lemme tell you.” Stefan slurs. “You can use the bathroom under the stairs to put it on. Or just strip naked in front of everyone, I’m sure someone in that crowd would enjoy it.”
Wyatt makes his way past Stefan and slips into the overcrowded hallway full of every type of costume you could imagine. Vampires. Genies. Werewolves. And you’d expect, a lot of superheroes. Though, one by the window is particularly bad, which does arouse some amusement. It’s mostly what you’d expect from a halloween costume party. “You got one too then?” Stefan gestures towards me.
I shrug. “Sorry man. Was busy. Didn’t have time to get one.”
“No dude. That’s not okay. You gotta be wearin’ one by midnight, man. It’s already 11.30.” He throws his head back in frustration. “Listen. Come with me. I’ll get you sorted out. You owe me.”
“Nah, man. That’s alright-“
“Come with me.” Stefan grabs me by the arm, taking me into the overly Halloweeny decorated house. Too decorated for a college student in his mid-20s. He must have a real hard on for Halloween, cause this is a lot. Fake cobwebs. An old smoke machine, coughing out whatever air it could muster up. Pumpkins taking up valuable space where people could be sitting.
He drags me past a blue genie and a caveman downing shots together. We hop up the stairs and into a secluded bedroom. I stare at Stefan, who is now arms deep in his closet, sifting through piles of dirty clothing which had clumped up on the closet floor.
“Here we go.” He holds what could barely even be considered costumes. He lays the three of them on the bed. “Always gotta keep spares. Since people always seem to forget…” He glares at me.
I stare at the costumes. Half in amusement. Half in dread. Am I actually going to have to wear one of these? I consider my options:
(1) A cowboy. That doesn’t sound too bad, right? But you’re wrong. Not just any cowboy. A slutty cowboy. Ah yes, Stefan couldn’t just lend a nice costume with lots of coverage. He needed to embarrass the people who forget their costumes, or like me, didn’t bother to get one. I feel like he’s enjoying this. The outfit is barely even an outfit. An outfit implies there’s actual clothing. Not this costume. Oh boy, it’s just a cowboy hat, a handkerchief, cowboy boots and a fringe thong. Could it get any worse than this?
(2)Apparently yes. This one is a dog. A god damn leather dog. Completed with a dog mask, a thick leather collar, skimpy pants with a zip in the ass area and a tail (which I’m pretty sure is a butt plug). This one is objectively more embarrassing, I’ll give him that. And it’s on that note than I rule this costume out. Begone leather pup.
(3)The final costume (if you can even call it that) was a maid costume. Yep, that’s right. A slutty maid costume. Like the ones you’d see for women… but in this case, I was expected to adorn a cropped skirt and a cleavage line which extenuates my chest. This ranks pretty high on the embarrassment scale. Is it leather pup high, no. But it’s no lower than a sexy cowboy.
I stare at the ‘costumes’ blankly. Stefan must be into some weird shit. Though, if I’m gonna be immortalised in people’s Instagram posts tonight, I sure as hell ain’t getting pictured in a maid costume or a pup… thing. I swallow my pride and point to the slutty cowboy.
“Ah, the cowboy. Yeah that’s a good one, man.” He gathers the pup and the maid and throws them back in his closet. “You’re gonna be popular tonight, my dude.”
I space out, still attempting to accept my fate as a half dressed cowboy. Stefan dances to the muffled music downstairs, as he heads towards the door. “It’s ten minutes until midnight, so I’ll let you get that costume on, man.”
“I’ll go check on our white Arabian prince downstairs.” He giggles. “Am I the only one who finds that a bit problematic?” I stare at him in resentment for making me wear this thing.
“No? Okay” He closes the door behind him.
I slip on the outfit. It barely fits. The thong is made for someone twice my size. It slips down my thighs every chance it gets. The cowboy boots are a size 13. Five sizes bigger than my feet. I feel like a son trying on his dad’s boots. At least the handkerchief fits… right? My completely average body is on full display for everyone to see. I don’t look like a sexy cowboy. Just one that had its clothes stolen. I look at the clock
11.59
Wow. Midnight already. I should go find Wyatt. See how he’s getting one. His Arabian prince outfit might be stupid, but at least it probably fits. I’ll even hazard a guess and say he looks ten times less ridiculous than I do- AGHHHH.
12.00
What the fuck was that? A green flash? The entire room… it just flashed green. As if a green thunder bolt had shot through the house. It felt like my entire body was just… zapped. I feel all tingly and shit. Like a fuzziness all over my skin. I repeatedly tap my fingers together, my skin feeling particularly soft. I hear a cacophony of unintelligible sounds erupt downstairs. So they saw it too? At least I’m not going crazy. I don’t think…
“Fuck! What’s happening to us, man?!” A man shouts downstairs. His voice sticking out among the frantic yelling. “I can’t think… I can’t… I can… I CAN SAVE YOU HELPLESS CITIZEN!”
What is going on down there? And what the fuck is that guy on? His voice… it changed from high pitched terror to unwavering confidence in a matter of seconds. It’s… disturbing. I know I should check it out… but it doesn’t sound good. Part of me is afraid. A large part, in fact. First a green flash. Then screaming. Now, this man. His voice.
I stand alone in Stefan’s room, listening to the chaos downstairs. It suddenly dawns on me that, while all this is going down, I am standing up here in a cowboy costume which barely covers me. Speaking of the outfit, it feels uncomfortable. I don’t remember it feeling this bad when I put it on. It feels like its squeezing me. In fact… I’m not holding up my thong anymore… actually… it feels really tight.
I feel an itchiness fill my bum cheek. I absentmindedly reach down to scratch my ass, but as I do… my hand… it sinks into a soft round cheek. My hand recoils in shock. I crane my neck over my shoulder and let out a terror-filled scream. My ass… it’s massive! So big that it filled in the XL costume’s thong. I look at myself in Stefan’s bedroom mirror.
“Holy shit…” I mutter.
This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. There’s no way. My ass… I look like I have two wobbling beach balls for ass cheeks. I take a step closer, my ass cheeks bounce. They feel so restricted. It’s like my ass is being held captive by my skimpy thong. It feels like it’s gonna burst open, displaying my new fuckable hole to the world. This is the kind of ass you’d see in porns. Porns where the guy can’t step outside his house without some guy ripping his pants open and slipping his cock between the bouncy cheeks. My costume doesn’t cover my new curvaceous figure at all.
Now that I’m looking at myself, my muscles seem huge. It’s not just my ass cheeks which grew, it was all of me. These biceps are as big as footballs. They’re the kind of biceps you’d see on a high school jock. Not me. I don’t even go to the gym. My veins are pronounced, drawing attention to my new arms. My neck looks strange too. It’s almost thicker than my head. I look so different. Sharp jawline. Thick brow. I can’t stop breathing through my mouth either. I look like a fucking meathead.
My legs are also bigger. Proportionately big, but that doesn’t say much. I mean, my ass cheeks look like they came from a guy who had gotten ass implants or some shit. Though they’re proportionate, they’re still huge. Speaking of huge, my chest underwent some changes too. And by some, I mean a lot. My pecs used to be non-existent. But now, they jut out from my body. I’m built like a shelf. These pecs have a mind of their own too. Jiggling at every movement. Bouncing with every step. They feel remarkably soft. My hand just sinks into them, fat seeping through my fingers. My nipples look larger too, like pegs. God, this is embarrassing. Imagine what people will say about these big boys. Imagine what Wyatt would say… Wyatt. Where is he? I should go find him. See if he’s okay.
I tear my eyes away from my new self. I don’t see how it could get much worse than this. And if everything appears like it sounds, I don’t think I’m the only one whose undergone changes. I stumble to the door, adjusting to my new size. I put my new large hand on the door’s handle and throw the door open. Not used to this new strength. I breath in deeply. This is gonna be humiliating… but here we go. I take my first step down the stairs.
The crowds of people in the hall and living room remain. Though, it’s noticeably more hectic. It’s definitely clear I wasn’t the only one who changed. The superhero I saw earlier was no longer in a corny spandex costume, but rather, he now adorned the kind of thick superhero suit you’d see in a Marvel movie. The genie looks like he’s changed too. His skin altered to a crystal blue. It shimmered beneath the flashing dance floor lights. He had lost the entire bottom half of his body. It was now just smoke, trailing from a golden lamp on the ground. People surrounded him. I’m guessing for wishes. This is so bizarre.
I step down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. I glance at the transformations. A man, who must have been dressed as a stripper, is now humping the stairs I came down. I think I recognise him from college too… pretty sure he was a straight dude. God, that’s humiliating. I walk further down the hallway, passing every kind of costume you can imagine. A caveman. Wizards. Witches. Vampires. A clown. A strongman.
I continue my journey down the crowded hallway, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, my journey is stopped by a massive brute blocking my way. He faces away from me. I stare at his back, contemplating my options. What even is he dressed as? I can’t tell from behind. All I can tell is, he’s massive. My new body must be around 6’0 and even he’s two heads taller than me. His width must be the same as the door. I mean, it’s the same as this damn hallway. I hesitantly reach up and tap him on the shoulder.
“Can ah git by ya thair, partner?” I cover my mouth, humiliated by my own voice. I sound insane. Like a cowboy. A cartoon cowboy. No one fucking talks like this. God dammit, this night just keeps getting worse and worse.
The hulking figure slowly turns around, his massive feet stomping on the wooden floor. He faces me and peers down at me.
He looks familiar. I can’t quite place my finger on it. He’s of Arab descent, I’d say. His skin is dark and tanned. His nose is wide, taking up a good portion of his face. His brow is striking too. It’s thick and pronounced. He looks like one of those cavemen you’d see in a cartoon. His forehead sticks out, giving him a brutish appearance. He does like familiar. In a weird way. Actually, he kinds reminds me of Wyatt. Well, if Wyatt was a 6’5 giant Arab beast… hold on… what was Wyatt dressed up as again… fuck dude. Not Wyatt.
“Wyatt? Is that you?” My voice sounds exaggeratedly southern and it sounds even more ridiculous coming out of a cowboy with this huge body of mine “What ‘appened to ya, partner?”
The white boy turned Arabian hunk growls. It’s weird seeing Wyatt so hairy. Well, seeing Wyatt regress into a primitive Arab man is weird too. The whole situation is weird. I’m barely even used to my new body. So, I think it’s gonna take a while to get used to seeing Wyatt like this. I see his a thick bush of hair sprout from underneath his armpit. It plasters to his skin, completely soaked in sweat. I scrunch my nose as Arab Wyatt’s sweat invades my nostrils. It’s a hot foul stench. The kind which stings the eyes.
“Who is you?” The Arab beast looks me up and down. “You cow… you man cow.”
His speech is broken. Doesn’t sound much like Wyatt, but then, why would it? The curse must have taken away his voice, same as it did mine. Though while I got a ridiculously exaggerated southern drawl, he got broken English. It sounds like English isn’t his first language anymore.
“It’s me, Partner!” I plead to my old friend. I can see he doesn’t recognise me. His stare is blank, but pitiless. As if there is nothing in that brain of his. No complex thought. No worries. Just power and domination.
“In my country, cow is very good.” He huffs through his nose. “You are money. Property. I trade you.”
“I’m no cow, partner.” I clarify again. I don’t think he’s getting it. It’s the language barrier, I think. I don’t think he’s getting it. “Iah am a cowboy. Not a cow.”
“Udders… cow’s udders need milking.” He grunts, his gaze fixed on my pecs. I look down. My pecs seemed substantially bigger than before. I assume the transformation hasn’t stopped yet. Though, they do feel especially heavy. They’re weighing me down more than before. It’s weird. But I’ve learned to stop questioning things tonight.
“Nah, partner.” I deny. “Ma chest iss just big.”
“Milk…” He grunts, licking his new Arab lips. His gaze remains on my chest. He reaches out and cups his meaty paw around my pec. He squeezes and a pleasureful moan escapes my mouth. His grasp makes my chest tingle with pleasure. Like an orgasm around my nipple.
“See…” He exhales hot breath from his nose in amusement. “Nothing more than cow.”
I look down to see a shocking sight. As the Arab beast squeezes my pec, a drop of white liquid leaks from my nipple. It’s a sight I didn’t think I’d see today. Me. My pecs. Leaking, what I assume is milk. Like the beast said…
“You walk around me, pretend you man. But you nothing more than property.” He growls and squeezes my pec, causing a stream of milk to shoot down my chest. “No cow be without owner. You need be claimed.”
“No, Wyatt!” I moan through the pleasure of his meaty hand on my nipple. “I’m a man. A cowboy. Not a… cow!”
“Name is Amaad! No disrespect Arab prince, cow.” He slaps my breast, causing them both to jiggle in pleasure.
“No… no Amaad!” I stare down, watching my nipples leak milk all over the floor. “I’m… I’m a person!”
“Cow has dream of being man.” Amaad laughs deeply, causing the walls to shake. “But he never be man. He always be object for me to stick brown cock. He always be object for friends to milk day long.”
I take a step backwards, attempting an escape. But the hulk grabs me.
“I claim you” He grunts, grabbing both of my tits and squeezing them. Milk drips down my body as I scream in pleasure. “I MILKING COW, ISN’T THAT RIGHT? I MILKING MY COW?”
I scream in pleasure. I know people are watching us. I know I’m being humiliated in front of everyone. I know they’re looking at a man becoming a cow. But I don’t care. The pleasure is too powerful. It’s all consuming.
“Amaad!” My moans fill the halls. “St- stop Ahmaad!”
“SAY YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DUMB COW!” Ahmaad yells at me, milking me more intensely. Pulling on my nipples in a rhythmic motion.
“Amaad! I- I shouldn’t. I’m a man! I’m a-!” I scream.
“SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS MILK SLUT!” Ahmaad bends down and latches his lips around my nipple. Sucking the milk out of me. I feel my brains slip down into my chest and become milk. Milk that master Amaad drinks. Milk that master owns.
“I… I…” I hesitate, my whole body filling with intense pleasure. It’s impossible to think. What’s happening.
Ahmaad unlatches himself from my wet peg nipples and yells. “SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS COW!”
“I AM A COW!” I scream in unbearable pleasure. “I AM NOTHING BUT A COW. PROPERTY TO BE OWNED AND TRADED. I AM THE DUMBEST MOST EMPTY HEADED COW. AND YOU OWN ME!”
My cock is on the verge of cumming everywhere. I can’t hold it back. I haven’t even touched it. But I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum all over my owner.
“Say my name…” Ahmaad grabs hold of my nipples one last time.
“AHMAA-” I yell as master begins to pull on my nipple. “AHMA-“
“Say it…” He whispers.
“AHM… AHM” I scream.
Ahmaad gives one last tug, my nipple encased in his meaty paw. My udders get pulled by master and my cock shoots everywhere. Without thought, I try scream his name, cumming out all my brains… but only one thing emerges.
“Ah… Ah… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
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And so, Stefan’s Halloween costume party is going just as planned.
The warlock always knew how to throw a good Halloween party. Turn people into their costumes. It was a cliche among the Brooktane warlock community, but it was a classic. It seems like everyone is enjoying themselves.
Although Stefan doesn’t realise it yet, the spell he cursed the house with is permanent. How is he going to explain all these these superheroes, monsters and stereotypes running around Brooktane’s streets tomorrow morning.
Stefan is going to have a lot of explaining to do. Especially when students start asking what happened to his classmates, Marcus and Wyatt. Will he tell them the truth? That Ahmaad booked a flight back to his home country in the Middle East. And as for Marcus… well… Marcus is now just a mindless cow on Ahmaad’s farm… do you think he will tell them?
Trey had been fully hypnotized and brainwashed into my dog. I said his trigger to make him aware of his being my dog, but unable to stop himself from being it. I love to look of him being aware mixed with the dumb puppy dog eyes.
The hypno file I slipped into his gym playlist had worked! The bodybuilder has now a submissive pup mind. Here he stands holding a pose for my delight, panting and drooling like a good boy; soon the rest of his bros will join him on the floor.
There’s my good boy. I knew he’d respond to my telepathic mind control powers Coach gave me. Soon as the game’s over, I’m gonna get him alone in the locker room and fuck his brains out— literally. When I’m done with him in there, he’ll be my brainless submissive slut puppy for life.
Once Matt was under, it was very easy to make him into a good boy. Before, he would never have worn a collar, but deep into this trance, there’s nothing he can do.
I wanted to see just how obedient he was like this, so first I got him onto his knees, and then I even got him onto all fours and had him bark like a dog. Turned him into a drone temporarily as well.
For my first ever real hypnosis session, I was very happy. I definitely want to have more fun with Matt. If you want to see more of him, let me know.
The hypnotist couldn’t believe his luck when David got in touch asking him to turn him into his pet dog for the weekend.
The hypnotist without delay agreed and helped David to achieve his request.
David would spend the following days as a pet dog and enjoying his newfound freedom. He particularly enjoyed feeding time and loved licking the gravy from his bowl.
In fact, the hypnotist could see how much David was enjoying himself, that he couldn’t let him return to his former life, but neither had he the time to care for him.
Alpha jocks Dustin & Ned used to head of their college frat. Now, after some questionable behaviour by the fraternity, they must accept the new Head of University’s unique punishment designed to deter other negative behaviour across the college.
The guys in the frat were shocked to see Dustin and Ned being walked on a leash and clearly hypnotized to be dogs.
Poor Ned even felt compelled to lift his leg and pee against the wheel of his vehicle.
The boys were walked into the frat house, where it was explained to the others that Dustin and Ned would spend one week as dogs. They would be taken care of by the local dog pound and the boys could visit them whenever they liked.
The house was stunned as Ned and Dustin were lead away and into the pound vehicle. What would become of their leaders?
My roommate and I had recently fallen out after I brought a dog home. Me and him had never really gotten along, and I just felt a bit lonely. But when he saw the dog, he went ballistic. Started yelling about how loud and messy it was going to be, how it was going to pee on the floor and everything. I assured him I would housetrain it but he wouldn’t listen.
So later that day I looked up online how to quickly train a dog. I found a website that had hypnosis files for getting your dog to behave fast, go outside to pee, be fine wearing a collar, all that. I decided to give it a try. I put on my noise cancelling headphones and played the files through my speakers while my dog lay on the floor.
After the hours had passed, I took off my headphones and went over to my dog. I asked it to sit, and it did! But that was when I heard another thump outside my room. I slowly walked over and opened my door to see my roommate sat, cross legged outside of my door, staring dumbly up at me.
Oh no. He must have heard all of it. I told him to roll over, and just like that, my roommate lay on his back, and rolled over to the side. Then he sat back up and looked at me, tongue hanging out of his mouth.
I’ve turned my roommate into a dog. I tried getting the training out of him, but nothing worked. He was acting just like a trained dog. He only spoke when I told him too, and it was always how much he loved his master, me. When I got the collar that I bought for my dog out, he excitedly ran over and presented his neck.
At some point, I’ll have to fix this, but I must admit… for now, it’s nice having two dogs.
“Who’s the boss in here? Just watch this pretty swinging thing and do as you are told”.
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Even when you give him the illusion of freedom, he stays, and submits to his new conditioning.
He once was a regular guy into wearing leather and liked a bit of kink. Then he met the Man who took over his mind and trained him into the domestic pet he is today.
He has no memories any more of the human he used to be. He could not function as human any more. A pet he is now and will always be.
Drew had always been an absolute animal on the football pitch. The opposition teams absolutely hated to play him. The big final was coming up and the opposing team hatched a plan to get him out of the game.
Drew was heading home from training the week before the final, when he was approached by three men, who bundled him into the back of a van, before driving off at speed.
Drew was blindfolded by the men and dragged from the van into a building before being tied up and having the blindfolded removed. He recognised the men as players from the final opponents.
There was a big projector screen in front of him and headphones on the table. The headphones were placed over Drew’s ears and the projector was turned on. A spiral appeared on the screen and a voice began speaking on the headphones.
The men left the room and returned an hour later. They could see that Drew was completely broken. They were eager to see if the hypnosis had worked. So they untied Drew and to their amusement, he began stripping down to his jockstrap.
Once he heard the words “Doggie Drew”, Drew dropped to the ground and became a dog. The men began recording and opened the door of the building.
Drew began roaming the streets as a dog. Many of the locals recognised him and were astounded to see him rummaging through bins and relieving himself off lampposts and bins.
Drew was eventually picked up by the dog warden and taken to the pound. He was collected by his teammates who were totally despondent at his state.
Drew still got to go to the final, getting to be in the team photo, as team mascot.
I don’t think they knew it when they put it on, but that gear I laid out for my uncles here, was enchanted to turn any man who wears it into a dumbass, constantly horny, spandex-obsessed himbo for as long as they have it on. The longer they wear the tight spandex shorts and shirts, and the brain-wave helmets, the lower their IQ drops. And now, after an all-day ride together, they’re practically only as intelligent as a couple of monkeys. Look at them, goofing off, super dumb, absolutely no memory of who they were before the gear, no desire to take the gear off because it feels so good and makes them so horny and dumb. No thoughts, heads in those helmets pretty much empty. It’s adorable. I can’t force them to strip out of the gear, so there’s no telling how long they’ll be like this, or how much dumber they could possibly get, but I wanna see how much I can get them to obey me now that I’m basically a rocket scientist compared to them. The sky is the limit… I’m about to have fun with them.
Danny confidently strode down the sidewalk, his ginger dog pulling him along. The confident gym buff was lost in thought, planning out his day and how he was going to meet his buds that evening. He didn’t even notice the hulking man stomping behind him. Danny bent down and rubbed his dog’s slender face. The large man approaches Danny and his dog, his shadow enveloping the pair.
“Such a pretty little dog, aren’t you?” the older man cooed. His large hairy muscles pressing firmly against his dress shirt. Tufts of thick hair covered the man’s meaty forearms and chest. Danny looked up at the 40 something year old man. The man stared right back at him.
Danny stood back up, his eyes now fixated on the stranger. Even standing straight, Danny only reached the man’s collar bones. The man must have been at least 6’3. His broad shoulders and muscles were layered with a thick fatness. This only further intimidated the young 24-year-old.
“You can pet him if you want?” Danny shrugged. “He’s a young one. Loves attention. Especially behind his ear.”
“Mind if I-” The silver fox asked as he leaned in.
“Sure.” Danny agreed, his eyes travelled towards his dog, waiting for the man to bend down. But the man didn’t…
Danny felt an odd sensation emit from his head. He furrowed his brow as he realised what was happening. Still staring at the dog, Danny felt the old man’s hand run through his own hair in a soft repetitive motion. Danny looked at the man in confusion as the man continued to pet Danny’s head.
Danny, still taken aback by the whole situation, sighed in disgust. “What the hell are you doing? I meant the dog. Obviously, not me. The dog.”
“I am petting the dog, boy.” The man smiles softly, still rubbing Danny’s thick luscious hair. “And what a good boy he is…”
“Get off me-” Danny grabbed the man’s arm before the man’s hand slipped down behind his ear. He began scratching intensely. The scratching caught Danny by surprise. Danny’s entire train of thought was destroyed by the man’s fingers running behind his ear. His eyes rolling into the back of his head. Pleasure shot throughout his body, all emanating from the man’s thick fat finger scratches.
“That’s a good boy.” The bald man grinned deviously through his thick beard.
GOOD. BOY. The words repeated softly in Danny’s head, disrupting every part of his mind, not allowing him to form a single original thought. His mind completely focused on the head scratching and the older man’s captivating praise. ‘Good boy…’
“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk” Danny moaned leaning into the man’s head scratching.
“You’re such a good boy for your owner, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”
GOOD. BOY. OWNER. The words rang more intensely in Danny’s pleasure filled head. He felt his knees begin to buckle as pleasure shot through his groin, causing his cock to stand at full attention. Danny felt at peace as his owner continued scratching behind his ear, just like Danny always liked it.
Danny jumped backwards with a sudden jolt of energy. His rational brain kicking back into action. Why did he say owner? This man… this man wasn’t his owner.No one owned Danny… or at least he thought. But he was beginning to question whether that was true. What was the man doing to his brain? Danny still felt the remnants of hot warm pleasure flowing through his body.
As Danny spiralled into confusion, he felt a cold thick fabric make contact with his neck. The fabric wrapped around his entire neck and was solidified with a loud CLICK. Danny looked down to see a collar on his neck. A thick leather collar with a round metal plate hanging off the front. The plate read “REX”, followed by the contact information of a phone number that Danny had never seen before. Even more shocking, while Danny was looking at his new label, he realised he was completely naked. Butt naked. On complete display for the man to ogle at and sexualise.
“C’mere boy.” The fat muscle man motioned Danny over before noticing the 24-year-old gym buff was gaining too much self-awareness. He could see Danny looked panicked.
“Who’s a good boy?” The man condescendingly cooed at Danny. “You are. You’re a good boy!”
Another wave of pleasure washed over Danny, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hot sensation flooded his body, leaving him a sweaty moaning mess. His mind refused to think. Completely blank with the pleasure of his master’s words. He felt so relaxed. So at peace. So at home hearing his master’s affirmations.
Noticing that his magic words were succeeding in mindfucking his subject, the man continued to tease the boy.
“You’re such a fucking good boy. The best boy. I wanna breed your fuckable bouncy ass when we get home. Put a litter of pups in you!” The man enthusiastically laughed.
His owner’s affirmation shot the most intense pleasure through Danny. More intense than any orgasm. Than any drug. It was so addicting. So orgasmic. Danny wanted more. He wanted his owner to compliment him, flirt with him, fuck him… The heat shot through his legs, causing them to buckle even more intensely this time. Danny fell onto all fours, his tongue flopping out of his mouth. The good boy panted as drool dripped off his tongue, his eyes still in the back of his head. His cock grew harder and harder, gathering all his smarts and his sophistication in his balls, ready to be shot out onto the sidewalk. He began absentmindedly swaying his hips side-to-side, completely mindfucked.
“That’s right.” Danny’s owner hunkered down on this thighs and whispered. “Such a good dog.”
Danny, still drooling his brains out, felt a sensation building in his throat… a sound. A sound that was trying to escape his throat and expose his new self to the world. The sound built in his throat more and more. Another one shot up his throat, causing his cheeks to puff up.
“That’s it boy. Let it happen. Let it out. It’s natural. You’re just a dumb dog. Let the world know.” The man whispered sensually, causing Danny’s erect dick to pulse, ready to shoot out his brains onto the ground. Danny found his ass begin to shake violently, side-to-side, wagging his non-existent tail. Fur sprouted on Danny’s hairless chest and face. He moaned more and more intensely for everyone on the street to see. A complete spectacle for passerbys to witness.
He resisted. He couldn’t. Another sound shot up his throat and died in his puffed cheeks.
“C’mon Rex. Be a good dog, let it out!” Danny’s master demanded. He harshly slapped the boy’s fat ass, forcing out the humiliating sounds…
BARKKKK BARKKK BARKKKK
The feeling of letting out his true nature, his canine nature, sent Danny over the edge. With one forceful hump, Danny shot out all his human abilities and smarts onto the ground. His humanity and dignity was now just a puddle of cum on the tarmac. Cum that would be left behind and disintegrated by the sun and washed up by the rain, never to be seen again.
Danny was now “Rex”. The dumb obedient dog, that is ever so eager to please his master. Whether it be getting his ass fucked all day, waiting around in his cage for Master to come home or eating dog food from his dog bowel, Rex does it all. He does it for him… the person he loves the most. The only person that exists in Rex’s world… his owner.
Rex’s owner smiled. “C’mon boy. It’s time to go home…”
