Ben was walking the the park disgusted by the display he saw. There was a gay pride party going on in the park he was walking through. He wasn't homophobic at all, he was a shy timid college nerd in a computer science major. But these people were in leather bdsm gear in public. Guys in leather harnesses, wearing assless pants, leather jocks, they had collars and leashes, some even on all fours acting like dogs. To him that was too far for a public display. He wasn't the type to say anything to them or call the cops but the disgust and shock were obvious in his face. One guy dressed in leather shorts and a open leather vest, looking like he was in his early 30s walked over. "Whats the matter boy? You look upset?" The guy asked him. Ben couldn't stop himself "I think all this fetish stuff is a bit much for a public park" he said. "You just need to relax a little, boy" the guy said as he slips on a chain with a padlock around Ben's neck with the name Baxter engraved on the padlock. Other necklaces with name tags containing phone numbers and addresses for "if lost, return to" instructions. Before Be....Baxter could react the man slid a rubber pup hood over his head. His body started to become hairless but started to bulk up. He helt himself getting broader with muscle and fat. His shirt changes to a black t shirt that reads "got treats?" on it. His pants turned into cargo shorts as he felt his boxers turn into leather jock strap. He suddenly started to feel light headed, dumber...oddly content and happy. His frustration and disgust fading as he suddenly felt in love with the guy. His dick getting hard as all attraction to women faded to be replaced with thoughts of guys, especially his master....master? That didn't feel right and yet it did. He felt his feet pulse out and widen gettibg bigger to support his bew weight as red black and white sneaks appeared on them and he grinned. Getting down on all fours to sniff at his masters feet, suddebly gay and loving feet as his old memories began to fade and Ben the straight college nerd became Baxter the gay pup with a foot fetish. Doing whatever his master wanted.

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    Derrick didn’t want this. He had never intended for this to happen.

    It was just a stupid, careless wish. When you had a boyfriend like Kyle, sometimes you would get frustrated. The little twink was so fiery, and so reckless, that it was all Derrick could do not to throw up his hands in a fit of rage and walk out of the relationship. He loved Kyle, but he wasn’t sure he could stay with someone so immature.

    “I just wish he would listen to me.”

    That was all it took, those were the seemingly harmless words that had caused all of this to happen. When Derrick walked out of the restroom still rubbing his puffy eyes, his boyfriend was waiting for him on all fours. This was not one of his kinks, neither of them had expressed any interest in leather or bondage or pup play, but here Kyle was. Cuffs on his wrist and a jockstrap around his perky ass.

    And a gas mask, for whatever perverted reason.

    He laughed at first, thinking maybe Kyle was trying to apologize in some fucked up, sexy way - but then he just kept sitting there, even as Derrick asked questions and told him to get up. That last part, he did without hesitation. That was all he did, just standing there and breathing deep breaths. Awaiting command. He didn’t speak, he didn’t express anything at all.

    All he could do was obey, but it was like the original Kyle never existed. “Be normal,” Derrick would say, and his boyfriend would fall to all fours and present his ass for fucking. Like that was his default state. It was a turn off, he didn’t want a slave. It was horrible, thinking of selling his lover to a master, but Derrick wanted his life back. He couldn’t go anywhere without Kyle following, even just walking into town his boyfriend would crawl behind him. People stared.

    Derrick was shy, and caring, and too submissive. Kyle was a drone for pleasure. He tried to sniff everything, tried to offer all his holes, obeying every little command that came out of Derrick’s mouth. So he did the unthinkable, and he took his boyfriend by the leash and placed him in the rough hands of a muscle daddy covered in hair and leather. Someone who could put his worship to use.

    It would have ended there if Derrick hadn’t made another foolish wish as he was petting his boyfriend’s hair goodbye. If he would have kept his mouth shut and just walked out of the door. “I wish I didn’t have to leave you.”

    And then the collar appeared on his neck, and he was on all fours with Kyle sniffing his butt, and the muscle daddy was laughing in amusement. He had two pups now. One for each reeking armpit.

    I didn’t mean to turn us into pets – it was supposed to be an innocent prank.

    We were staying in a hotel on a cross-country drive, and I in Denver I had picked up one of those pupping potions. You know, the stuff that’s supposed to make you all dumb and obedient. It only lasts a few hours, so I figured I’d slip a little into his water bottle, make him a pup, and then it would wear off and we’d have a good laugh.

    It didn’t seem to work at first. He’d been drinking out of the water bottle all day, with no effect. I was starting to think I’d been conned out of $40, by the time we got to the hotel, I was sure the stuff was useless. I even tried a few sips myself – nothing.

    As we were unpacking in the hotel room, I glanced at the bottle I’d bought in Denver. “Takes effect at sundown,” it said in tiny type. Oh no.

    I turned around just in time to see his eyes get hazy and weird. “What’s … what’s goin on?” he mumbled. He saw me holding the bottle of serum. “Dude, did you, uhhhhh, am I puppin’ out?”

    “I think we’re both gonna,” I said, feeling weak. I sniffed the air – God, he smelled so good, so musky and sweaty and strong. He looked confused and sank to all fours, pulling his clothes off.

    I did the same. It just felt right. “Sorry man,” I slurred, “was spozed to be a … ummm … a prank.”

    He laughed, stupidly, and crawled over to me. “Looks like you pranked yourself, dude,” he said. “Woof!”

    He licked my face, and I was stunned for a second and then couldn’t remember why. What was I thinking about? Oh, right … I need to sniff his butt.

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    I hopped on the light rail, excited to head to the Pride celebration downtown. I couldn’t wait to meet up with some of my coworkers I was marching with. I smiled as I thought about it. I can’t believe we live in a time when massive corporations are bending over backwards to show how much they support us. I was proud to wear my company’s logo on my t-shirt, to show that where I worked was cool with the gays.

    There were clearly a lot of people on board headed to the parade. Even though my stop was toward the end of the line, there was only one seat left, and I slid into it.

    “Lucky on Pride,” I thought.

    And then I looked up to see them sitting across from me. Three hulking men decked out in leather. Leather boots, leather jackets… oh god, were they wearing assless chaps?

    I frowned. It was people like them who seemed like they were trying to set the gay rights movement back 40 years. Why did they have to sexualize everything? All it did was announce to everyone that gays are a bunch of perverts, letting bigots confirm everything they believe.

    Crap, they saw me looking at them. One leaned in to the leatherman in the middle and whispered something in his ear. The two of the chuckled. Probably something crass.

    I must have made a face, as the one on the other end waved and grinned.

    “Happy pride!” he said.

    I pretended not to hear him.

    “Oh, what’s got you so upset?” he continued.

    I’d had enough.

    “Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I mumbled.

    “What was that?”

    Fuck. Well, it has to be said. I took a breath.

    “Kink doesn’t belong at pride,” I said. “Pride it supposed to be for all ages, to show we’re just like everyone else. It’s not about sex, it’s about love! If the only part of the gay community people saw was you guys, we’d still be treated like freaks and criminals.”

    I expected them to get angry. I didn’t expect all three to burst out laughing.

    “Boy,” the middle one said.

    Even though the train car was warm, I shivered.

    “Were not just like everybody else,” he growled. “And that’s the point of all this.”

    The leatherman on his other side whispered something in his ear.

    “I think that’s a great idea,” the man in the middle said. Then he pointed at me. “Three.”

    He snapped his fingers.

    My clothes! My clothes had disappeared, and I was sitting naked on the light rail! I tried to cover myself. I looked around, blushing. Time seemed frozen. No one was moving. The train was frozen on the tracks. My head snapped back to the three men, who seemed to be the only people not affected.

    “There wouldn’t be a pride celebration without freaks and criminals,” the man on the left said. “Pride is about rebelling against what people tell you is normal or acceptable. Pride is about not hiding who you are.”

    “Two,” the man in the middle said, and snapped again.

    Suddenly, I wasn’t naked anymore. I was wearing rubber shorts! I could feel them tight on my ass, and… was I commando under them? And… a harness? My hand leapt to my chest, where a leather harness was tightly fastened around my pecs. It brushed my nipple, which now sported a silver hoop. I let out a small involuntary groan. My hand continued upward where it found the source of the sudden weight on my neck- a chain link collar… with a lock!

    “And part of who we are is how we connect,” said the man on the other end.

    Leather boots on my feet, laced up my legs. Oh god, no.

    The man in the middle leaned forward.

    “One,” he smirked, and snapped.

    I felt a sudden surge of emotion in my chest. My eyes wrenched closed. What… what…. oh god, it felt amazing. It felt… free, it felt, oh god-

    I looked up from the floor of the light rail car. Somehow I had gotten on my knees.

    I gazed up at the three gorgeous men above me, smiling down approvingly.

    Oh god, this felt amazing! To belong! To belong to them!

    The one in the middle leaned down to scratch behind the ear of my pup mask. God, the joy! I couldn’t stop grinning.

    “What a good boy!” his gravely tone felt like sunshine incarnate.

    “That’s our pup!” said one of the other men. I leaned against his leg. This feeling!

    The train car dinged.

    “This is our stop, pup!” said the last man.

    Such joy! Oh, was I the luckiest! To be their pup! To be me! To be owned! I wanted to show the world!

    My collar jangled on my neck as I strutted forward.

    That’s what that feeling was, so ready to show off my owners! To show that I was a good boy.


    “Such a proud boy,” said the man as the leash clicked, and he lead me into the sunlight. “Such a good, proud boy.”

    “Please, just… Please don’t make me a slave, okay? Not like the others. I didn’t mean anything by it. It was an accident…” He trailed off with a whimper. Eyes fixed on my cock.

    “Please?” he asked again, softly. Desperate, dumb mutt.

    “You think pleading will help you?” I asked. He shrunk back at the anger in my voice. He cowered. “No. Dogs like you don’t plead. They beg.”

    The brat’s eyes widened as he realized he wasn’t being made into another of my slaves. He was being turned into something… lower.

    “Please! Please, sir. I’ll return all the money. I’ll make up for it. I’ll –”

    I looked him square in the eyes, my piercing blue into his warm brown.

    “Beg,” I said.

    The boy immediately snapped into a begging position, his hands up by his chest and folded like paws. He looked around desperately, letting out a soft whimper—terrified and aroused at what he was becoming.

    “Good boy,” I said—watching the confusion in his eyes as he shuddered in happiness, ass moving left to right ever so slightly. I stepped closer. “Come on, Who’s my good boy?”

    His cock jumped up. He couldn’t help it, the horny little pup. I eyed his hard eight inches, swinging in front of him, dangling for anyone to see. And I saw the panic in his eyes when he realized he couldn’t move his hands to cover himself without his master’s permission. I watched him breathe in the smell of me, nose turned to my crotch, as I took another step closer. He was mine.

    Leaning in close, I put my right hand behind his ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as I started scratching his head. And felt the breath turn into panting as he gave in to me.

    “Awww. He likes that, doesn’t he?”


    He couldn’t help himself. He barked again. And again, excited now. Then pushed his head into my hand, his tongue falling out his mouth stupidly. I scratched his head harder, then moved down to his belly—making him wag his now leaking cock around.

    “Good dog,” I said, watching his eyes dull in horniness. “Because that’s all you are, right? Not a human. Not a boy. Not a slave. A dog. An animal. My pet.”

    He wagged even harder at this, his cheeky little ass shaking behind him. This was too good.

    “You want your master’s load?” I asked. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

    He did, gazing up at my cock in adoration. My obedient little dogboy.

    “Now beg.”

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    As soon as he put the bandanna around his neck, he felt the pup mask grow over his face.

    “I’m pupping out,” he groaned, as his face swelled to fill the leather mask. “I’m gonna be a – ruff! I’m a pup! Woof!”

    His ears stretched out and flopped over, and he felt his nose grow dark and wet. He stuck out his tongue to pant happily, and turned to look at himself in the mirror. A happy jock pup looked back at him, and he wiggled his butt as he felt a pup tail sprout at his lower back. He knew he only had a few minutes left on two legs, so he quickly took a snapshot of his changing body, flexing to show off his muscle, and then his hands began to curl into paws and he fell to all fours, barking and yipping to alert his master in the next room that his change was nearly complete.

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    “Whoa, hey, you’re naked,” I blurted at my roommate when I walked in the door. The smell of pot hung in the air. I knew he liked to get comfortable when he smoked but he’d never gotten naked before.

    He just smirked at me. “Yeah, I’m naked,” he said, then giggled. “Man, you gotta try this new stuff. I never been so relaxed.” I glanced down at the pipe of the coffee table. I didn’t usually smoke and was about to say no, but there was something sweet and pungent about the scent hanging in the air that called to me.

    “What the fuck,” I thought, “it’s been a long day at work. Why not.” I picked up the pipe, lit it, and took a breath.

    “Yeah dude,” he smiled, leaning back and opening his legs to show off his sexy soft dick and dad bod. The weed smelled sweet, and the pungent salty smell, I realized, was actually from him: his sweaty musky body odor. I slowly exhaled, feeling the burn of the smoke in my throat and the woozy high that immediately hit me. It tingled, a prickle that warmed my blushing face and crept down my neck, my chest, my belly, my hips and ass and cock, then flushed my legs with heat.

    Suddenly my clothes felt so heavy and tight and wrong and I had to get them off, pushing down my pants and underwear and tearing off my shirt. I yanked off my shoes and stepped back, staring down naked at the pile of clothes with one sock in my hand.

    My roommate laughed. “You look good, man,” he said. “We oughta get naked all the time.”

    I looked up at him, and started giggling, even though I had no idea why. This weed was making me so stupid, I thought, then forgot about it immediately and looked down at the sock in my hand. I couldn’t even remember what it was for. Was this clothes? How do people wear clothes? I picked up another item from the pile, a shirt I think. I stared at it, baffled. I knew I’d been wearing it just a moment ago but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how. It was like all knowledge of wearing clothing was just … gone.

    I dropped whatever it was, and looked back up at him. He was so hot, I thought. So fucking sexy. That hairy body, the untrimmed bush, the metal in his nipples and his thick strong chest. I felt woozy again, my dick getting hard. He saw that and got another fit of giggles, wiggling back and forth in the chair. “Wanna fool around?” he said.

    Absently, I picked up the pipe and lighter again, lit the last bit of green weed, and took another breath. “Whoa, man, careful, that might be too much,” he laughed. I set the pipe back down as another warm tingle swept over me.

    If the first dose made me dizzy and dumb, the second completely emptied my mind. For a moment I couldn’t remember who I was, where I was, what was going on. But I knew that my arms were heavy, my legs sore, my balance off.

    What was I doing up on two legs? I was confused. My heavy arms sunk to the floor, my legs bending to go down on all fours, like I belonged. Two legs are for humans. I wasn’t a human. I was a pup. Right? That’s who I was. I was pretty sure.

    My master said something, and laughed, but he said it with human words so I didn’t know what he meant. I just barked, and sniffed the pile of clothes on the floor. Why did they smell like me?

    Then he said something I understood – “come” – and patted his bare lap. Panting, I trotted over on all fours, and sat obediently at his feet. “Good boy,” he said, and rubbed my head. I whined and pressed my head into his hand, then barked and licked his finger. He laughed and said some more human words, then pointed to his dick. I understood what that meant, and put my paws up on his lap to take his soft cock in my mouth.

    “Ahhh,” he sighed, leaning back. He smelled so good, sweaty and strong, my alpha. I felt his dick hardening between my lips, and I swirled my tongue around it. It tasted salty, manly, a single droplet of pre-come smearing on my tongue. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted his come.

    “Good boy,” he grunted, rubbing behind my ears as I sucked. Yeah. I am a good boy. His good boy.

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    Billy came back from his run all sweaty and slick, and I could smell his musky scent before he even came in the door.

    “I’m gonna take a shower,” he said.

    “I thought you hated showers,” I said.

    “Wait, do I?” Billy looked confused. “I don’t think so.”

    “I’m pretty sure you love to smell,” I said.

    Billy lifted an arm and took a whiff of his armpit. “Oof,” he said. “But I… I smell so bad.”

    “You smell so good,” I said. “Like a pup.”

    “Like what?” he said, his eyes growing droopy.

    “A pup,” I said. “A good boy.”

    “Good…” he sighed, sinking to his knees.

    “Good boy,” I told him.

    “Ruff,” he barked. “I’m a pup. I’m … your pup?” he looked up at me, hopefully.

    “I’m not sure,” I said. “My pup is naked and has a tight little ass. Is that you?”

    “Ruff!” he barked eagerly, and started pulling off his clothes, then hopped up on my bed to present his ass to me.

    “Good boy,” I told him, licking my lips.

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    Episode 5

    So as I was saying, it’s been 2 months and things have been pretty good. I’m now the boss. Corporate don’t know any better thanks to the reality shifting magic of the coin. I’ve even created a few extra new jobs. The Companies day-care centre now has more little people attending, A few ex-colleagues who were always immature around the workplace. They spend much of their time crawling around as little nudists drooling and generally having the time of their little lives. The security team now have a k9 unit Lucy and Isabelle from human resources took that role immediately. They’re the most vicious attack dogs I’ve ever seen. So funny to think people see them as a pair of German shepherds. They’re currently in heat.

    Randy is still the bathroom attendant and rumour has it he’s doing a great job. Lucky he’s got plenty of drinking water. Thanks to the coin he’s always ready to go therefore he’s always jerking. Little Michelle is the cutest baby girl ever. She’s spends the days in the day care centre and at night she’s looked after by a nanny at my new house. I moved out pretty much after I gave myself a promotion. Not far, just into my rich neighbours house. They still live there but as my maid and butler. Rachel and Karen are now my secretary’s/ executives of blowjobs they go around making rounds when someone needs some relief. They do a great job.

    So life was going great.

    “Knock Knock”

    Strange I wasn’t expecting anyone.

    “Come in”

    I watched as this stunning 5’4 Brunette girl with a cleavage to die for walks in. She was dressed in a simple purple top and denim jeans. Her confidence and the way she approached more was something I recognised from myself the last few months. I had a strange pulsing from my coin. It was a sickly feeling what gave me Goosebumps.

    “So James. You found yourself a coin of Anubis. Congratulations.”

    I looked at her blankly. She knows about my coin and where it came from?

    “Oh please. Don’t look so confused. This entire town reeks of the magic you’re using. You’re lucky I found you first before Dimitri and his minions did. You’re really altering a lot of people eh bud? Maybe wanna calm it down?” she continued

    I was taken back. Here I was just enjoying the gift I was given and this total stranger comes and tells me what I’m doing is too much, she doesn’t know me.

    “Look Mrs?”

    “Miss. Miss Eleanor Magowan, and you need to listen to me” she continued.

    I can’t believe this. Who does she think she is? I literally have the power of the gods in my hands and she thinks she can come in here and tell me I’m using my coin too much. What gives her the right? She needs to be taken down a peg or two. I looked at her and stood up. Focusing my magic and imaging her as my simple minded pet dog. Yeah that was perfect. After all she was being a right bitch. I focused on exactly on what I wanted to change about her first. She was going to lick lots. I twisted and moulded her personality to be my obedient loyal dog. Except nothing happened. She just stood there looking at me. A look of un-amused anger as she put her hands on her hips as if she was disappointed

    “You’re really going to try and pull that bullshit on me James? You really don’t know anything do you?

    I felt a tingling sensation. Things became fuzzy

    “You know there is more than one coin in the world don’t you?”

    I was getting confused. My cock was getting hard because of how simple things in my mind were becoming.

    “I’m going to have to let you cool off. Maybe indefinitely”

    So hard to think. I look down as I feel a cool breeze my clothing has vanished. Why am I naked?

    I get distracted by the lady speaking but her words are big and I smile at her. She’s so clever. She smiles back and I fall to my knees. I feel a collar wrap around my neck and I become so aroused. I have to jerk off.

    Something else happens in my mind, another image flashes for the briefest of moments and I feel my cock throb. It’s such an erotic image. It happens again, this time for longer. I gasp with excitement and drool escapes my mouth. I know what I’m supposed to be doing right now. I’m supposed to be sucking cock and being a good boy for my Master. Where is my Master? I hear the lady say something about taking me to him and I get really excited. She attaches a leash to my collar and I eagerly follow behind her. Things become blurry and all I can really do is follow instructions. Not a coherent thought in my own head,

    Sometime later and I’m happily bobbing my head back and fourth down on this big yummy cock. It’s so tasty and it’s all I ever want to do for my master. Sometimes he fucks me but only if I’m really good. He just mostly makes me suck him and his friends which is okay by me. Sometimes a pretty lady comes and visits. Although she just watches whilst I be a good boy.

    To be continued.


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    “What you want for Christmas?” Tod asked his flatmate, Joe.  

    Joe laughed. “All I want is a nice long vacation. You know the hours I’ve been working the last few weeks.  But I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” 

    Tod understood what he meant. Joe was an insurance agent and he was way under his quarterly target so had been working crazy hard to catch up. It sucked because he was always at work, never home to spend time with Tod, who had secretly had a crush on Joe since he moved in. Unfortunately Joe was straight, so it could never come to anything.  

    “What about you? What would you ask Santa to bring you if you could have anything?” Joe asked, sipping a beer.  

    “Me? Oh, I guess I’d ask Santa for the same thing I wanted as a kid. A puppy,” Tod answered. But even as he said it he knew it was a lie. If Santa was real, he’d ask him for the one thing he wanted more than a puppy, for Joe to love him as much as he loved Joe.  

    Joe shook his head. “Puppies are nothing but work mate,” he reminded Tod. “We’re lucky the landlord doesn’t allow pets.” 

    Tod shrugged, thinking of other things. “Yeah, I guess so.” 


    Christmas Eve they had dinner with Tod’s family then came home just before midnight, looking forward to a BBQ on the beach tomorrow, as was their tradition.  

    But in the early morning hours Joe woke up to a strange sensation. Someone was standing over his bed, watching him sleep in the darkened room. It woke him up right away, though his body was slower to react than his mind and he just jerked backwards in his bed, now regretting he’d gone to sleep naked on the warm summer’s night. He pulled his sheets up, blinking in the darkness to see who was there. 

    As his eyes adjusted he became even more confused. It was an old man, with a white beard and round glasses, rather overweight, and wearing a fucking Santa suit. He had the look down to the last detail.  

    “What the fuck!?” Joe asked. “Who the hell are you?” 

    “Ho-ho-ho,” Santa laughed, a smile on his face. “You know exactly who I am young fellow. Come on now.” 

    “S…s…Santa?” he stammered. 

    “There you go now!” 

    “But… you’re not real!” 

    “Are you sure about that?” 

    Joe blinked and found he couldn’t deny that this man sure looked like Santa. “But, what are you doing here?” 

    “I’m here to give you the gifts that you and your friend Tod asked for this Christmas of course!” 

    “What gifts?” 

    “A nice long vacation for you and for your friend, a rare thing for me, a two for one gift,” Santa explained. 

    “Two for one?” 

    Santa nodded. “Tod wanted two things. A puppy, and for you to love him as deeply as he loves you. And it works out just perfectly, don’t you think?” 

    Joe was confused. Santa said that Tod loved him? Why hadn’t he realised that before? But how did that work out perfectly? 

    “Come downstairs with me, and I’ll show you,” Santa answered, as though reading his thoughts. 

    Joe shook his head. “I’m not wearing anything,” he admitted quietly. 

    Santa’s smile didn’t falter. “That’s perfect, you won’t be needing any clothes anyway.” 

    “What? Why not?” 

    “Well it would be pretty silly for a puppy to wear clothes,” Santa answered. 

    “A puppy?” 

    Another nod. “Of course. Puppies love their masters with all their hearts. So it makes perfect sense. Tod gets his puppy and your absolute adoration.” 

    Joe’s eyes went wide. “You’re saying you want to turn me into a puppy, with Tod as my owner!?” 

    “There you go, now you have it!” 

    “And how the hell does that give me any gift?” Joe demanded. 

    “You asked for a nice long vacation and there’s nothing more relaxing than leaving behind all your human worries and responsibilities. All you’ll have to do is play all day long, every day. You won’t have a care in the world.” 

    Joe shook his head. “That wasn’t my wish at all!” 

    Santa shrugged. “I do the best I can. You’ll see, you’re upset now but in a minute you’ll be just as happy as you’ve ever been in your life.” 

    Joe was about to correct Santa when the man yanked his bed sheet away, revealing his nude body. 

    “Hey!” he complained, covering his penis quickly. 

    Santa laughed heartily at his shame. “Don’t be silly Joe, your pee-pee is going to be flopping around for all to see in a minute anyway. Puppies don’t have any silly modesty after all.” 

    Joe kept his penis covered. “There’s no way on Earth I’m going to trot around the house naked. Give me back my covers!” 

    Santa shook his head. “It isn’t Christmas morning yet, but I’m going to have to give you your gift right now I see.” 


    “A lovely vacation from all those worries, a permanent vacation from them actually.” 

    Joe was terrified. “Permanent?!” 

    Santa nodded. “Don’t be afraid, it’s going to feel just lovely.” 

    And with that Santa rubbed his white gloved hands together and a strange glowing ball of energy appeared in his palms. Joe stared with shock at this show of apparent real magic. Then Santa lifted his hand to his lips and blew gently. The ball floated away, heading straight for Joe. 

    “No!” he gasped one more time, but before he could leap from the bed the glowing blue ball of energy reached his head and slipped silently inside. 

    He felt the warmth envelop his head and his terror was instantly wiped away. No, he felt calm, so perfectly calm. His heart rate dropped back to normal, his shoulders slumping, face relaxing first then as his thoughts went fuzzy his face slowly went slack, eyes glazing over as the intellect behind them dimmed, jaw slackening as drool began to drip from the corners of his mouth.  

    “Much better,” Santa commented. 

    A few seconds later the ball of energy reappeared, travelling back to Santa’s open hands before disappearing again.  Santa smiled at the man still sitting on his bed before him. “Merry Christmas Joe,” he said. 


    Noises from the living room awoke Tod. It sounded like someone was running around the place. it couldn’t be a robber, they were making way too much noise. In fact the next thing he heard was a dog barking! What on Earth? Had a dog got in their house somehow? Or had Joe perhaps gotten him the puppy he’d asked for?! 

    Tod got out of bed and headed to the living room to have a look.  The room was still dark, illuminated only by their small Christmas tree’s lights. But what he found stopped Tod in his tracks. 

    Joe was down on all fours, completely naked with his penis just swinging between his legs, his bare bottom swiveling about, tangled in the Christmas lights. 

    “Joe, what the heck are you doing?!” Tod asked. 

    Joe twisted around, and Tod knew something was wrong. His flatmate’s face was slack and dumb, his eyes just so obviously empty of thought. He was chewing on the lights’ cord, drool coating his chin and shining in the dim light.  He stayed on all fours, no attempt at all to cover his penis as his swung free below his body.  

    “Joe?” Tod repeated uncertainly. 

    Woof-woof! Joe barked brightly, panting and letting his tongue slip out and dangle on his wet chin.  Then he spun around in a circle, seeming to chase his own butt, tangling himself even more in the light. 

    Tod hurried over to stop him pulling down the whole tree.  Joe finally stopped spinning and stayed mostly still while Tod pulled the cord out of his mouth before he shocked himself, and got the rest off his bare naked body. He felt so awkward as he reached down to a line wrapped right around Joe’s penis, which had grown fully erect. 

    “Sorry buddy, but I need to get this off your… um… penis,” he whispered, putting his hand on the warm, stiff member. 

    Joe panted harder and began to lick Tod’s face. He didn’t mind being touched down there at all. 

    Finally free of the wires Joe pounced on Tod, licking him like crazy.  

    “Wow, you’re so affectionate Joe!” Tod said in amazement. He could see this was no act. Joe had been dangerously close to electrocuting himself chewing on the wires. His eyes were so clearly glassy too. He really was nothing but a dumb little puppy now. And he was also clearly in love with Tod, nuzzling against him between licks. 

    Finally Tod held Joe’s face in his hands, stopping his licking so he could look the man in the eye. “Joe, are you happy like this buddy?” 

    Woof! Joe blinked his big wide eyes and pawed at Tod with his curled up hands. He certainly looked happy. 

    “Okay Joe,” he started. “No, that’s not a good name for you anymore is it? How about Magic? You like that boy?” 


    “Okay Magic, that’s your name now,” Tod told him with a smile, rubbing behind his ears. 

    Magic went nuts with glee at the rub, thrusting forward and humping his still very erect penis against his master.  Tod didn’t do anything to stop him. It was what he’d always wanted. 

    “Good boy,” he crooned to the man turned puppy. “Get those creamies out buddy, you deserve it.” 

    Magic barked again and thrust faster, wrapping his curled hands limply around Tod and humping harder until he got his reward, heaving and barking as he came. 

    Tod rubbed the dumbed down man’s bare back and looked up at the tree. “Thank you Santa.” 


    There comes a time on Halloween night when you don’t want to be out after dark, and the four young men had entered that witching hour without realizing it. Coming home from the gay bar, they were cutting through a back alley on their way to the apartments where they lived, when a lightening bolt thundered through the clear sky overhead, struck the pavement, and a hulking, eight foot man, clad all in leather, stood in front of them.

    “I am the Master of the Hunt” the man said, “And I need a pack.“

    Before any of the young men could do anything about it, three collars attached to leads shot out from his hands and wrapped their away around the throats of three of them, the men struggling with them even as they began changing, their clothes disappearing, fur sprouting over their bodies. They remained human, but the collars grew up over their head into leather dog muzzles, and they all crawled over the their new master, and growled at the one man left standing.

    “What…what about me?” the man whimpered.

    “You? Why you are the prey,” the Hunter said, and cackled. The man turned and scrambled away, the baying and howling of the pack nipping at his heels, and he prayed that he might survive the night.


    My friend Ethan and I went to the pup club just to check it out. For a joke. Like we thought it would be funny.

    “First time here?” said the handler at the door. Inside, we could see men naked on all fours, barking and sniffing each other.

    “Yeah, just taking a look,” I said.

    “Well, we like first timers to wear these,” he said, handing us collars. Ethan and I exchanged a look. Fine, if those are the rules.

    We buckled the collars around our necks and headed over to the bar. I was about to order a drink, but when I opened my mouth to talk, a bark came out. Ethan looked at me in surprise and tried to say something, but he barked too.

    I began to panic. What was happening to us?

    “Relax, pup,” said a voice behind me. I turned to see a tall sexy man with two leashes in his hand. “You need a handler?”

    I shook my head and tried to speak, but just woofed and howled instead. Ethan did the same, and when I turned to look at him I saw him hunched over, then he fell to all fours, panting. 

    I knelt down to check on him, and my mind went all swimmy. Kneeling down felt right … almost. It was close to where I should be. I tentatively put my hand down on the floor, then the other hand, then looked up at him. He was crouching in a similar position on his hands and knees, looking at me in confusion.

    I barked softly at him, and he licked my face. That felt soothing. I licked back, and we both felt strong hands at our sides, helping us out of our human clothes. Why were we even wearing clothes at all, I wondered?

    There was a click at my neck as someone attached a leash, and then we were free to roam around the club, naked and pulling on our leads, eager to sniff the other pups and make friends and chase balls.

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    I was in the waiting area at the transformation club when I saw him – the intern from work. Oh, fuck, what is he doing here?

    “Hey boss!” he waved, grinning at me. He was wearing just a pair of blue briefs, and his dick was already hard in them. “I didn’t know you came here.”

    “Don’t call me boss,” I told him. “And don’t tell anyone at work that you saw me.”

    “No problem, boss,” he said. “I like to get all jocked-up. What did you sign up to get turned into?”

    Oh no. I realized that this situation was about to get even worse. “You can’t call me boss here,“ I said, nervously.

    A chime sounded and the TFs began around us. On all sides, men were turning into werewolves, or twinks, or underwear. I looked at the intern, and he was growing thick with muscle. His arms swelled beefy and huge, his shoulders rounding out over a massive chest.

    “I’m, uh,” I said, feeling my height start to slip away. “I’m a wolf pup.”

    He laughed. “A pup, huh? Maybe you could use a little training.” He laughed, stupidly, and I could tell the jock TF was draining his intelligence.

    I had shrunk down to waist height at this point, staring up at his thick body above me. He grabbed his crotch and I whimpered. “I’ll fire you if you –”

    “Shut up, pup,” he said. “Down on all fours.”

    I fell to my hands and knees – or rather, to my paws, as my body changed and fur grew in.

    He reached down and picked me up, lifting me to face height to inspect me. “You know, you’re right,” he said. “I don’t think I will call you boss. Not here, and not ever again.”

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    It was surprisingly easy to turn my roommate Bill into a slutty pup. A few pieces of dog food in his cereal was all it took.

    “This tastes funny,” he said, after his first few spoonfuls. 

    “Funny how?” I said.

    “Like, kind of coarse,” he said, a confused look on his face.

    “Would you say it’s rough?” I asked.

    “Rough,” he repeated, frowning down at his bowl. “Rough…ruff?”

    He looked back up at me, struggling to understand. His ears started to prickle with fur, stretching up as his nose turned black. He licked it with his longer, flatter tongue.

    “What did you just say?” I asked.

    “Ruff!” Bill said again. His face started to clear, and he laughed. “Ruff ruff woof!”

    His tongue hung out and a smile broke across his face as he panted.

    “Who’s a good boy?” I said, and he barked, slipping out of his chair and landing on all fours at my feet. I patted his head, and unzipped my fly to let my dick out. He barked again and started slobbering all over it, then opened wide and took it into his pup mouth.

    “What’s going on?” said a voice. I looked over my shoulder to see our other roommate Aaron standing in the doorway. “Did you turn Bill into a pup?”

    “He did it to himself,” I said, “didn’t you, boy?”

    Bill waggled his butt, and a tail sprouted from his lower back to wag over his ass.

    “You know pup spells are contagious, right?” said Aaron.

    “Only if you get fucked,” I said. “Right?”

    “You tell me,” said Aaron. “Your ears just got pointy.”

    I felt the sides of my head, and sure enough, as Bill sucked my ears grew furry and tall.

    “Oh shit,” I said.

    “That’s rough, man,” Aaron smirked.

    “Rough?” I said, licking my nose.

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    “Ahhh, nice lazy to day to kick back and relax,” said my roommate Paul, leaning back in the window seat. His hoodie was unzipped all the way down his furry beefy chest, and he was wearing the sweatpants he always wore to the gym and seldom washed.

    I tried to not to stare. His body was so hot, his beard thick and manly. Even his big fucking feet in his tube socks turned me on.

    “You gonna chill with me?” he asked.

    “I, uh, no,” I said. “Gotta get some work done.”

    “No man,” he smiled. “You wanna relax.”

    “I do,” I said, “but I really need to…” I stopped. Why couldn’t I remember? I knew I had work I was supposed to do today.

    “Just chill out,” he said. “Just drift.”

    “Seriously, Paul,” I said, “I can’t just, um. I, uh.” I scratched my head, trying to remember, and then giggled. This was so dumb. I couldn’t remember anything! 

    “That’s right dude,” he said. “No cares.”

    “No cares,” I shrugged.

    “No worries,” he said.

    “No worries,” I laughed. What were we even talking about? I forgot.

    “No clothes,” he said.

    “What are clothes?” I said, pulling off my shirt and yanking off my pants. It felt so good to be naked and free. 

    “Today we’re just a man and his dog,” Paul said. That sounded so great. I was about to ask where the dog was but then I remembered. It was me! Of course. I’m his dog. Obviously. That’s why I’m down on all fours, and barking, and wagging my tail.

    Paul smiled. “Let’s go for a walk, boy,” he said.

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    Toby and I had both been learning hypnosis, and using each other as test subjects. Eventually we got good enough at it that we wondered – what would happen if we both tried to hypnotize each other at the same time? Which one of us would be better at it?

    Turns, out, we should have agreed ahead of time what we were going to hypnotize each other to do.

    It started with us sitting across from each other, both fully clothed and grinning. “I’m gonna make you so relaxed,” he said.

    “No, you’re going to get relaxed,” I told him.

    “So calm, so placid,” he said.

    “Drifting away,” I replied. I felt myself starting to sink down into a trance, but I could see his eyes drooping, and I thought maybe I could still get him under first.

    “So … sleepy,” I slurred.

    “Sleepy,” he agreed.

    “I’m gonna … gonna turn you into a pup,” I told him, feeling tired.

    “Oh no,” he said, with a woozy drunk smile. “You’re gonna be a muscle daddy.”

    “Ahhh,” I sighed, “down on all fours, barking, so obedient.” I felt my limbs grow heavy.

    He started to undress, slow and clumsy. “Big and tall and strong, a real master,” he said. Was he saying it to me or to himself? I couldn’t keep track.

    “Just a little pet … just a little pet,” I repeated.

    I faded to a trance just as I heard him murmur, “big and strong.”

    When I awoke, he was standing over me, flexing his muscles and wearing just a jockstrap.

    “Good, you’re up,” he said.

    “Woof!” I barked. I hadn’t meant to. Where was my voice? I couldn’t remember how to form words.

    “Looks like we’re both stuck,” he said. “I turned myself into a muscle daddy, you turned yourself into a pup.”

    I glanced back at myself – I was naked, and somehow I had a pup tail butt plug stuck in my ass. “Aroof!” I barked. “Woof!”

    “Quiet, boy,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

    “Do you remember any hypno training?” he asked. “I lost it all.”

    I realized in a panic that I couldn’t remember anything. None of the inductions, none of the commands, none of the words. I howled plaintively.

    “Thought not,” he said. “I can’t remember much. But I can remember how to lift. I gotta go to the gym, pup. But first you need to go for a walk.”

    “Woof!” I barked. That sounded good to me. I couldn’t remember much about being human, but I knew I liked running through the neighborhood, marking trees with my scent. 

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    There must have been a leak in my gas mask. That’s how the TF gas got me.

    Mark and I were raiding one of the abandoned bank vaults, grabbing whatever loot we could. The gas immediately shredded our clothes, pulling it from our bodies and transforming our pants and shirts and shoes into a pile of threads. 

    That was to be expected. But then I felt the tickle of the transformation in my nose and I knew my mask had sprung a leak. I waved frantically at Mark – we had to get out, now.

    He turned to look at me. “What’s the matter, bro?” he said into the mouthpiece behind his mask. My mind swam as I gazed over his tall muscular body, his dark tattoos scrawled against his flesh. The gas had stripped away most of his body hair, leaving him smooth all over, and his cock and balls swayed hypnotically as he sauntered over to me.

    I tried to respond but the gas was taking over and I fell backwards onto my naked ass. Fur was sprouting along my arms and legs – “what am I becoming?” I wondered in a daze. My body grew shaggy and compact, my limbs shrinking until I could only stand up on all fours and stare at Mark above me.

    He reached down to pull off my mask, and the gas now took full effect. I felt my ears stretch out into points, my spine pull from my ass into a hairy tail. I tried to protest but barks were all that would come out of my mouth.

    Mark pulled his own mask off. “Sorry boy,” he said. “The gas can only hit one victim per day, and I figured it was better to change you than take a chance.” He fingered the slit he’d cut in the side of my mask. “Anyway you make a cute pup.”

    I barked again and he laughed. “Yeah, and this means we won’t be sharing the loot. But what do dogs need with money?”

    I started to growl and he looked annoyed. “Heel,” he said, and suddenly my mind blanked. Heel, that’s a command I knew – I trotted over and stood by his leg as he petted my head. “Good boy,” he said, and I panted. Yeah, good boy, that’s me.

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