Leather Pup Colt

a fun loving Pup who wants to share the stuff in his head Everyone in my stories are ALWAYS above 18

[leatherpupcolt]

The Factory

As the patrol car cruised down the torn-up road in a run-down part of town, headlights illuminating naught but trash and puddles, Officer Devon Hart muttered curses under his breath.

"So what if someone saw people in some run-down factory? Better the homeless and druggies were there instead of in the streets where everyone could see him."

He stopped in front of the old brick building, sign far too faded to read, and began to head inside. This whole neighborhood was an old factory and industrial site until a few years ago, when some company bought it up, but did nothing with it except let the buildings sit and rot away.

As Officer Hart entered the building, he turned on his flashlight so he could see. The building was pitch black, and they began to explore while calling out to the people inside. Scanning the area with his light revealed alot of machinery. None of him had any idea of what they had done, but he still looked too new and nice to have been abandoned by this building.

Officer Hart approached the machinery, wanting a better view of the behemoth in this room, and stood at what he believed was in front of it; no sooner had his feet fallen into place did the machine jump to life. Officer Hart was surprised by the machine kicking on, the silent chill of the night pushed away by the machines roar and hum. He tried to jump back, but before he could react, the plate he had stood on snapped closed around his legs, locking him in place.

Officer Hart cursed to himself, as the plate began to move him closer to the machine, the lights kicked on, and now he could fully see this monster of a device. It took up nearly the whole 2 floors of the warehouse, nearly as long as it was tall, and the conveyor belt he stood on was inching him closer to its now open maw. Officer Hart reached for his radio and tried to reach anyone for help, but heard nothing. He was now within 3 feet of the machine and in a moment reached for his gun and fired forward, with no effect on the behemoth.

Officer Hart passed into the maw of the beast. No sooner had he entered did mechanical hands shoot out of the sides, grabbed his hands and encased them in metal cylinders, preventing their use. Officer Hart screamed a few, as more mechanical hands descended, cutting off his uniform and leaving him completely naked, before having him continue his journey. Soon Officer Hart stopped again and saw another arm descend, this time with a face mask with a thick gag and blacked-out visor. He knew what it wanted and refused to open his mouth in defiance. The machine, unknown to him, had already begun its next step, and, without mercy, inserted a large rounded device directly into his asshole, causing Hart to help in pain and surprise. The machine took its chance and quickly secured the hood on his head.

Hart began to panic more, then he saw the visor on his hood light up with the words "Assimilation in progress: Please Stand By." He didn't know what it meant but knew he wanted to be part of it. Hart began to flail his useless trapped arms in a vain attempt at freedom. Then he felt a jolt. He no longer had control of his body as his arm went limp, the cylinders falling off. Hart was trapped, not just in a machine but also inside his own body, when a new mechanical arm lowered and began to spray a black substance over his body, coating and encasing him. Hart could feel the substance digging in, bonding with him and replacing his flesh. As his flesh was replaced, and the flashes inside his visor intensified, Hart began to enjoy the feelings and his new skin. Hart saw a door open, he was finally free of the machine, but he was scared now of the world beyond it. A mirrored wall showed him his new appearance, his skin had been coated in a black rubbery substance that, as he watched, reconfigured itself, appearing now as his old uniform sitting over a black bodysuit. This new image gave Hart ideas, and as if sensing his thoughts, words appeared on his visor, saying only "Convert and Expand." Hart knew what he needed to do, and as he entered his patrol car he told everyone on shift to come back to the station. He had a surprise gift.

[leatherpupcolt]

A Long Night

Red finished the last of his meal, a large juicy burger, and tossed the wrapper onto the floor of his cab, the fearful face of Chance imprinted on the wrapper.

"Damn, boy, you really hit the spot," spoke Red, speaking to the man he had just turned into his newest meal. It was getting late, and Red's day was long. Unfortunately, Red had left the last rest stop awhile back, and the next one wasn't for a while. After a few minutes of searching, Red found a good gravel patch off the highway and guided his rig into the spot and prepped his cab for his night. Red let out his human pups, Rex and Buster, so they could stretch and play while he enjoyed his cigar.

As Red enjoyed a cigar and the Pups enjoyed each other's holes, he heard a noise, tires on gravel, and was not happy to have company.

With a hefty sigh, Red began walking to the source of the sound, trying to decide a fitting punishment for the man who interrupted his peace. And then the bright lights of a police cruiser's takedowns blinded him.

Deputy Cole Latten was patrolling a fairly deserted stretch of the interstate when he spotted some lights off to the side, probably just a lost trucker. Cole smiled and decided he was going to have some fun with this trucker, scare him a little, and get on with his night. As Cole rolled into the gravel lot, he rolled his windows down. He became curious about some of the sounds he heard: moaning and men barking and howling like dogs. Before Cole had a moment to try and locate the source of the sounds, he spotted a figure approaching him in the dark. Cole's heart jumped as he quickly turned on his overheads, jumped out of the car, and began to give the man orders.

"Just stay where you're at!" Red heard a man's voice booming towards him; perfect, he thought, and whistled for his Pups to take their places.

Cole heard the man whistle and tried to see who or what he whistled at but couldn’t see anything past his lights; he could barely see the man they were supposed to be illuminating. Only able to make out his large and imposing form, able to smell his aroma of musk, cigars, and sex. Cole could feel a hunger rising up, a hunger to be closer to his this man, to bath in his musk. Cole began to walk closer to the man until he wasn't; some unknown force had knocked him face first into the ground.

His Pups did good; Rex had tackled the deputy, and now he and Buster were pinning him. Red bent down, gripped the deputy by the shoulder, and moved him to his knees. Red took a drag from his cigar and spoke:

"Well, boy, you interrupted a good night, but that's not going to be an issue. Guessin I'll have you make this night better." As Red spoke, he unzipped his pants and let his cock flop out. Cole eyed it and hungrily began sucking him off.

As Red enjoyed himself, he began to wonder what punishment should follow; he didn't need another pup, so that was outta the question. Red didn't get to think about it long before before another vehicle pulled up, this one Red could tell was a State Trooper. Red motioned for his pups to entertain the deputy while he dealt with the newest interloper.

Red quickly but silently walked up to the trooper, who was just getting out of his vehicle. As Red approached, the trooper opened his mouth to speak, but Red was faster than him. Red took a drag from his cigar and, before the trooper could even react, planted a long, rough kiss on the man, breathing all of his smoke deep into the trooper.

The Trooper collapsed onto the ground in an instant; Red hadn't even thought of what to turn him into and figured fate would decide. As Red looked down, he saw what the trooper had become: a bobblehead.

Red returned to the deputy, who he could see was being mounted by Rex and had his face buried deep in Buster's ass.

Red looked at the deputy and told him, "Up." The deputy stood up immediately. Red took another drag off his cigar and blew the smoke around the deputy and enjoyed the changes.

As his new master blew the smoke over him, Cole felt a change; his muscles inflated, and his forest green uniform changed. He was no longer a sheriff's deputy but instead one of Red's K9 Unit, his pants now chaps, his duty belt now had a pup tail on the back, and on his face a pup hood formed. Cole looked over at his Sheriff's Office Tahoe and watched as it changed. The emblem of a pup hood on the side, the words K9 Enforcement. He could see the entire back becoming a large K9 kennel and spotted numerous leashes, hoods, and tails that all appeared inside.

Red spoke to him again. "Well, you were a good boy while I dealt with the issue back there, so you should get rewarded as well as punished. You have the honor of being my pup, not the privilege of staying with me, and are ordered to find and make more pups, Pup Trooper." Cole, now known as Trooper, was beyond happy to hear those words and returned to his new car, ready to change men into the perfect pups for his master.

Red sighed and returned to his rig, placed the bobblehead on the dash, and went to bed. It had been a very long night.

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The Rest Stop

Red was relieved to see the rest stop and rolled his rig in. His last adventure had worked up an appetite, and he was looking for something to eat. Red spotted a few other rigs in the rear truck lot and had spied a few trucks and cars up front. He was glad this place wasn't empty.

Red heard some talking around back and spied a man smoking a cigarette by the back door of the rest stop, enjoying his fleeting break. Red approached the man, a cubbish fella who looked in his early 30s at most. He wore a stained gray shirt and fading jeans. The man looked up, his name tag said "Dusty", and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. As soon as Dusty had seen Red, Red snapped his fingers and the world around them seemed to pause. Dusty felt the energy of Red, his desire and would consume his own. Dusty felt the world around him become cold, the air smelt earthy like a beer, and slowly he fell. Red quickly went to catch his newest creation, a tall can of beer. The label read "Dusty Trail Beer" as Red cracked it open and took his first sips. He could hear the pleading, but soon it gave way to joyful ecstasy and then silence. The beer had learned its purpose. Red entered the station and walked to the men's room, on the way finishing the beer and lazily tossing it in the direction of the trash can. Red entered the men's room, a dingy and ill-lit room, with a broken urinal and an occupied stall. Red sighed, but heard another man enter behind him. A man wearing snug-fitting jeans that left nothing to the imagination, a blue plaid shirt that was taut around his beer belly. Red's cock stiffened.

The man looked at Red and joked, "Well, guess we have to wait or share." Red grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him up against the wall. "I chose share" before roughly making out with him.

The man attempted to fight, to flee, but none of his strikes seemed to even register on Red. Fear filled the man, but an inner sense of arousal was burning inside him. Red quickly moved the man down to waist height and undid his fly, releasing his massive cock. The man took a look at the cock before Red slammed it into the man's mouth and, without hesitation, unleashed his piss into the man. As Red used the man, he decided he would also help others who came here, and began working his magic.

Red pushed the man's arms up against the wall, where they melted into the walls. The man tried to scream, beg and plead. As Red's golden stream continued, he also continued his work. The man's legs pulled back into his body. As Red did this, the man from the stall flushed, washed his hands and politely waved at Red, never registering the scene unfolding. Red finished his torrent of piss and took his cock out. The man, now a torso and head hung in his arms, screamed at Red. Red began rearranging the man's body, torso and head becoming one, and the mouth expanding to match the size and shapes of the other urinals. Before long, a second nearly identical urinal was on the wall. Red smiled and left the men's room, searching for his next prey.

As Red approached the counter, he saw him, a redneck boy buying a can of dip.

Red approached the counter and told the clerk he wanted a can of dip himself. The clerk turned around and fiddled with the lock on the case. He glanced at the redneck's ID that was still sitting on the counter. Chance Hallerd, 22, perfectly thought Red.

Red turned to Chance, the boy meeting his gaze for a second and, sheepishly looking away, Red made his move. Red slid a hand down and cupped Chance's left cheek, and squeezed hard. Chance didn't fit back or resist. The clerk turned back, handed Chance his ID and read the can of dip. Red paid for both cans, and walked out towards his rig, knowing Chance wasn't far behind.

As he approached the rig, he heard a southern draw that made him instantly hard. "T-thanks for that S-sir", said Chance, before attempting to stammer out more.

"I, um, was wondering, because I'd never done things with a guy before, if... um, you would like to" and before he could finish, Red looked at him and said "Get yer ass in my cab boy." Chance, without another word, quickly entered the cab, as Red was deciding what he might want for dinner.

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On Site Delivery

Red rolled down the highway, glancing back at his two new pups sleeping on the mat in the back of the cab, tail plugs firmly locked in. The living cigar is slowly reforming in its ashtray.

"Good boys," he murmured.

Returning his attention to the road, Red noticed he was getting closer to his destination, a large construction site. He cut it close but arrived just before dusk.

As Red rolled into the lot, he parked, grabbed his cigar, which relitted itself as it touched his lips, and got out of the cab.

The foreman, Clyde, was busy trying to fill out some last-minute permits when his office door opened; glancing up, he saw Tyler Walen, a 6'4" college linebacker he had hired for the summer.

"Hey, that truck's here with the delivery; it just pulled in," Tyler informed Clyde; his Midwestern accent was like honey to Clyde.

"Well, it's about fucking time. "Everyone else has gone home, so you'll have to help me check it real fast," Clyde told Tyler, getting up from his desk. Clyde forgot how much Tyler truly towered over him. Clyde stood at a measly 5'3" and was almost wider than he was tall; sitting in the office all day meant he no longer had much physical activity these days.

As the two walked towards the semi and its driver, an imposing man smoking a cigar, Clyde told Tyler to go check the trailer. As Tyler approached the back of the trailer, Clyde decided he was going to give this driver a piece of his mind.

"Bud, you're almost late. "I don't appreciate my time being wasted; you're lucky I'm paying the amount we agreed on, but I might not hire you again—I'm certain I can find other drivers who aren't nearly as slow." As Clyde spoke, he attempted to make himself seem bigger, more intimidating. Red sighed and heaved himself off the side of the truck, looked down on Clyde, and exhaled a thick cloud of cigar smoke into Clyde's face.

Clyde hacked and coughed. Red spoke, demanding attention with just a simple sentence.

"I don't like your attitude," spoke Red, with a sinister grin, before blowing another puff of smoke into Clyde's face. "Boy" uttered Red as he put the cigar back in his mouth and crossed his arms.

 Clyde collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, his throat burning with each attempt for a breath. Clyde let out a small plea, "Air, please" in a raspy, almost stuffed voice.

"Hmm, don't think it's air you need." Red said, fishing his cock out from his pants, "Try this."

At a speed too fast for Clyde to truly comprehend, Red took out his thick cock and in one motion slammed the meaty rod deep into Clyde's gaping mouth and straight down his throat. The moment the cock entered his mouth, the burning stopped; he could breathe again. At the same moment, Red placed his hand on the back of Clyde's head and began to rhythmically fuck his face, increasing speed with each thrust.

Tyler had finished checking the trailer; all the materials they ordered looked like they were there when he began walking back to his boss. It had gotten dark quickly, so Tyler couldn't see them that well, but he heard a noise up in the cab, so he knew they were still there. However, as he approached, he could see a clearer picture, Clyde on his knees giving the man's head. Tyler yelled towards the driver, "What the fuck are you doing to him?" before charging all 230 lbs of himself at the man.

Red heard a yell and saw a tall, large man running towards him. Red just took a drag off his cigar and blew it towards the man, who stopped dead in his tracks, about a foot or two away from Red.

"A friend? How cute."

Tyler tried to move but couldn’t; he was standing still. The only thing he could feel was his arousal at the aroma of the man and his cigar, his cock swelling up.

Clyde noticed Tyler's pants getting tighter in the front, and without a second thought reached out and undid Tyler's pants, and as they fell to the ground, Clyde grabbed Tyler's cock and began to jerk him off.

Red enjoyed the show, keeping one hand on Clyde's head and reaching the other behind Tyler's, finding a very eager hole and sliding a calloused finger inside.

The scene only lasted a few minutes, with Red fucking and fingering these two men, Clyde happily servicing them, and Tyler eagerly playing with his nipples. Red soon shot his load without warning down Clyde's throat. Clyde felt euphoric, his whole body became warm, and the world felt like it was floating. Clyde barely registered the growing stiffness in his body, or even noticed his cock had seemingly disappeared, leaving only a smooth bulge. Clyde felt the stiffness grow, soon reaching his head, he didn't care. Clyde doubled his efforts on Red's still hard cock as the last of his body froze. Clyde had become a statue, frozen in his place of service, but aware. Clyde felt everything, and it was incredible, as though the stone encasing him had a million more nerves than his own body, and it was pure pleasure. Clyde could not see anymore, having closed his eyes in his final few moments, but he could feel the world around him, feel Red's dominant energy. Clyde begged to be used more, used forever.

Red turned his attention to Tyler, took his hand off Clyde's head, and forcefully grabbed Tyler's face and began making out with him. Tyler, now sliding his cock in the solid hole made by Clyde's frozen hand, was in heaven. Red had worked 3 fingers into his ass and was now making out with him, rough but passionately.

Shortly after Red stopped making out, still gripping Tyler by the chin, he looked the college boy in the eyes.

"Sorry boy, I'd love to keep you, but I think you two look better as a pair. "Why don't you pose for me?" Red spoke, his deep blue eyes shining.

Tyler flexed for this man, his new master. Following his orders gave Tyler a sense of pride he never felt before. As Tyler flexed, showing off the body he worked so hard to achieve and maintain, a body he unknowingly made for his Master, he felt a change. Not a huge change, but not a small one. He felt his legs go numb, a numbness that spread upwards. As the numbness spread, it approached his hole and cock, both still being worked on, and he felt his cock become a thousand times more sensitive. Tyler felt his hole expand, Red slowly working his whole fist in, as the fist slowly entered it cause his hole to become more sensitive aswell. Once his asshole and cock were done, Tyler felt the numbness continue upwards, reaching his chest and causing his nipples to become hypersensitive along with growing outwards to almost the thickness of a thumb, before the numbness continued to climb. Tyler kept his eyes open. He saw what became of Clyde and knew that was his fate. As the end of his body went numb, he looked at Red and spoke his final words.

"Thank you, Mas-" the body froze, preserving him mid-sentence, mouth still slightly open, and fully posed. Tyler's mind could only feel his hole, cock and nipples. Nothing else was needed, but he could still see, his vision taken up entirely by Red, and he was content.

Red smirked, the two looked good together, and got to work on the final touches. Red took a long drag off his cigar, felt the former deputy quiver, and blew out a large cloud of smoke over the statues.

As the smoke enveloped the statues, they began to change. The interior of Clyde's mouth became soft and fuckable, easy to relieve worksite stress. Tyler's cock was polished, smooth and self-lubing, so any man could take him for a ride. He also made Tyler's hole malleable, larger on the inside than it was on the outside. Now any man on the site could fit him as far as they wanted, but they would have to be careful they don't get pulled inside. Red chuckled, knowing no one would question them, and smiled, knowing he would return for them.

Red disconnected the trailer and headed out, eager to find a rest stop before his next haul. Red opened up some hookup apps on the way; he needed some food and beer, and nothing tasted better than rednecks.

[leatherpupcolt]

The New K9s

Deputies Jason Richards and Nathan Morgan sat in the cruiser on the side of the highway. In the driver's seat was Richards, a fresh-faced trainee, barely 24 and just out of the academy. In the passenger seat was his trainer, Morgan. Morgan was a 5-year veteran of the road and an imposing man of 6 feet and 240 lbs. of muscle. It was the middle of the night, no soul in sight. As the two sat, they began sharing stories. Nathan was telling Richards about a former deputy, Rick Kane, who mysteriously disappeared around this same stretch of road. Nathan told Richards how Kane called out a traffic stop for a semi-truck but nothing else after. Nathan and other deputies arrived at Kane's last known location, finding no tire marks leaving the scene, cigar ash, and a strong tobacco smell hanging in the air.

Richards was terrified; he was never able to handle the horror. But something about this story was more than just its fear factor; it felt ominous. While Richards was trying to get the story out of his mind, he saw a red light quickly approaching and passing. Richards quickly turned around on the mysterious vehicle, turned on his lights, and quickly approached the light. The lights stopped, and Richards pulled up behind it, a large semi with crimson underlighting. Richards tensed when he truly saw the vehicle. Nathan leaned over.

"Hehe, kid, looks like you found Kane and I."

As they exited their cruiser, Richards noticed the sky seemed like it had changed; all the stars seemed to have blinked out of existence, and the moon cast no light. Strange, he thought.

As Richards approached the cab, a large man stepped out, towering over Richards, cigar in hand.

"Well, well, it seems this stretch is generous to me," the man said, taking a large drag off his cigar before puffing it into Richards's face. Richards coughed, but the smell of the cigar relaxed him, telling him this man wasn't a stranger anymore.

"Ah, nice and quick. "I like that. "While you mull that over, I'm going to have a chat with your buddy," the man spoke, turning his attention to Nathan.

Nathan kept an eye on Richards from the back of the cruiser, wondering why Richards had stopped walking. However, before Nathan could ask what he was doing, he felt a presence, immense and commanding, before feeling an immense hand clamp down on his shoulder. Nathan tried to turn his head to see who had grabbed him, but his body was frozen in place. Nathan could only see out of the corner of his eye the end of a lit cigar, felt the heat on his cheek, and heard a whisper that sounded eerily familiar to him.

"Two in one night? Lucky day. You must be the alpha of this pair. Don't worry, your lil' pup is safe. You? That'll depend."

As Nathan heard these words, a pit formed inside him, not of fear but of desire and need.

Nathan turned towards the man and could finally catch a glimpse of the giant, whose beard looked as though it had taken a lifetime to grow, a high and tight haircut, and eyes a deep-set blue. The man took a draw from his cigar and planted his lips on Nathan's, filling his lungs with the smoke.

"He tastes familiar, Pup? Your buddy has been a good cigar these past months, but he's lonely. "Don't worry, Ol' Red here won't hurt you; just twist before you break." Spoke the man, before guiding Nathan to his knees at the perfect crotch level.

Red unzipped his fly and hauled out the most beautiful cock Nathan had ever seen, 7 inches of thick adulthood that demanded to be serviced, and Nathan was in no mood to argue, quickly getting to work. As Nathan worked his way down the shaft, he felt Red rub his head, and everywhere Red touched, Nathan felt neoprene begin to cover. Nathan finally made his way to the base of Red, feeling it stretch the back of his throat, before Red shot his seed deep into Nathan. As Nathan pulled away from the cock, a final piece of neoprene formed around his face, a muzzle, and a beautiful camo and navy blue pup hood had formed on his head. Red smiled before reaching for Nathan's badge and yanking it from his uniform. Red looked it over and crushed it in his hand. When Red opened his hand, the badge had taken the shape of a dog bone, with the name Rex.

"New name for a new pup," Red said as he placed the new badge on Rex's uniform. Rex barked in joy at his new master.

Red walked back to Richards, turned to face Rex, and gave him a command: "Breed."

Rex wasted no time, pouncing onto the other deputy and pinning him to the ground. Using his teeth, Rex tore the uniform pants open in the rear and revealed Richard's beautiful hairy ass. Richard offered no resistance and didn't speak, knowing his place with his alpha and master. Without a second thought, Rex plunged his rock-hard cock deep into Richard's and began relentlessly pumping his cock in and out. After a few minutes, Rex slammed his cock deep into Richard's hole before erupting in cum. Richards felt a pup hood form around his head as well. Red repeated the process with his badge, his new name being Buster, before howling with Rex in joy.

"Alright, boys," spoke Red as he opened the cab door. "We've wasted enough time; I've got a delivery to make." The pups happily jumped in the cab. As Red turned to leave, he remembered the cruiser. With a snap of his fingers, the cruiser blinked out of existence, reappearing in his hand as a light-up squeaky toy for his new pups.

Red smiled, entered the truck, and drove off, wondering, "Who's next?"

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Deputy: Reserve Blend

Deputy Rick Kane was enjoying the desolate nature of the midnight highway, a still nothingness only interrupted by the occasional headlight. The radar was faintly buzzing; not much moved around this time, and he liked it that way. As Deputy Kane sat in his cruiser, not a soul as far as the eye could see on a dark, moonless night, before he felt that lustful craving. The deputy reached towards his crotch, unzipping his fly and pulling out his already hardening cock, using a small amount of the water-based lube he kept in his gear bag, and began working on his shaft.Only a few moments had passed; the deputy closed his eyes as he approached the edge, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Beeeeeeeeeep." The deputy's eyes shot open, the radar screaming as a vehicle approached from behind, going over 20 miles per hour, before seeing the speeding semi blaze past him.Swearing to himself, Deputy Kane quickly put his cock away, turned on his cruiser's lights, and began pulling the semi over.The truck pulled to the side of the road, stopping with a long, angry hiss. Deputy Kane had pulled over plenty of trucks in his time, but this felt more like a beast than a vehicle, and as he approached, he heard a rumble, not like that of an engine, but like that of an animal ready to pounce.

As Deputy Kane approached the front, he soon realized the truth was not far off. The window of the cab door rolled down with a slow creak, and out poured a thick fog that smelled of cigars, sex, and sweat. The driver was too elevated to get a good look at him, only able to hear his gravelly voice. "Evenin', deputy," the man said; a deep smell of cigar smoke seeped out as he spoke. "Problem?"

Kane tried to keep his professional edge, but as he spoke, he felt his cock ache, more full of lust now than ever before. “License and registration. You were drifting across lanes and were going 80 in a 55.” The trucker chuckled, a rumble in his massive chest, before turning to look down and face the deputy. Kane could only glimpse the bright glow of the cigar and the hypnotic gaze of his eyes.

“Aw, I don’t think we need to go through all that. Couldn’t you do with a warning, huh?”

Kane frowned. “Sir. I won’t ask again: license and registration, or I will have to arrest you for failure to identify."

The man's cruel smile soured, his annoyance now on display. Before he could register it Deputy Kane felt the air grow cold and heard the click of the truck door opening, and what Kane saw stunned him.As the man stepped out, he easily eclipsed Deputy Kane at six-five, wide as the truck itself, clad in denim and leather, with the kind of thick beard that looked like it could stop a bullet. The cigar glowing between his teeth, the cherry pulsing like a heartbeat. He exhaled a puff of smoke that curled unnaturally, twisting into strange symbols before fading into the wind. The man's eyes are now glowing as bright as the cigar. "Sir!" Shouted Deputy Kane, placing his hand on his pistol. "Get back in the vehicle!"

The man took one final drag off his cigar before dropping it onto the ground and crushing it beneath his boots. "Or what?" Sighed the man, "Take your hand off that gun, boy."

"Sir," Deputy Kane spoke, not noticing his voice becoming softer and his defenses lowering. "P-p-please stay back." As he spoke, his arousal peaked, his pants tightening.

“You boys are always barking, always puffing’ your chests out. Maybe it’s time someone made that literal.” Before Kane could react, the trucker reached forward, grasping Kane's crotch.

"Well, well, boy, seems you're liking this, huh?" The man is tightening his iron grip on Kane's cock, pre-cum leaking. "Tell you what, I'll give you something on this stop." As the man spoke, he pushed the deputy against the cruiser hood and began to fuck him relentlessly. Deputy Kane began furiously jerking his cock. "Fuck, sir, please give me your load, sir," begged Kane.Kane felt the man's cock explode, releasing the load deep inside him. Kane breathed heavily as he got close to shooting his own load and then stopped. The air around them shimmered. Kane's limbs locked up as if invisible strings were pulling taut. His skin prickled, then tingled, then tightened.

"What… what's happening—?” Deputy Kane asked, his voice trembling in fear.

“Well, deputy. You might've had a good hole, but you cost me a good cigar, and I only got him at the last truck stop.” Kane felt his body twist, his uniform shrink, and his boots melt into thick wrapping. His body began shrinking, slowly becoming a tightly packed cylinder. His badge gleamed one last time before being enveloped in dark, oily brown leaves. A textured band wrapped around him, a gold sheriff star-shaped stamp with the name “Deputy: Reserve Blend.”

The trucker plucked the fresh cigar from the air and smiled. “Perfect,” he said, lighting the new cigar on the spot. As he took a long puff, Kane's muffled voice echoed faintly in the air, like smoke in the wind.The trucker climbed back into his rig, blew a ring into the sky, and rumbled off into the night, one more soul in his collection.

Thanks to everyone for reading. This is the first of a new series I want to start along with the first of my longer form stories. I'm attempting to branch out more with these stories instead of just inanimate TFs, along with working on my creative writing, so any feedback is greatly appreciated. And please forgive my grammar mistakes, my dyslexia makes it hard to notice when punctuation is needed.

[leatherpupcolt]

As the officer exited his vehicle and approached, I readied the device and awaited him. He arrived at my window; I rolled it down and feigned ignorance as to why he pulled me over but was still calm and compliant." Hi, sir, I'm Officer Colt. "You were going 50 in a 35. "Can I get your license and insurance?" The young officer spoke, his boyish charm begging me to complete my task.

Traffic Stop

3am, he should be parked just off the side of the road. I thought to myself. As I drove down the road, I saw the patrol car just sitting there, so I began to speed up. And right on cue, I saw his lights turn on and begin flashing; the traffic stop had begun as planned. As I pulled over, I looked back and got a glimpse of the officer, and it was him, perfect. You see, a while back I was pulled over by this same officer; he was young, cute, and had an adorable charm to him, so I spent the next few months learning his schedule, his route, and his habits, and now it was all falling into place. I had purchased a cheap beater car with cash, put fake plates on, and practiced controlling my excitement at the moment to come, and the most important piece was a small, hand-sized device I had gotten ahold of, a device that could "work miracles," I was told. It was time.

"Of course, Officer, I have my insurance on here; let me show you," I said as I pointed the device at him, ready to trigger. The moment was now; my heart was racing, and I could barely contain myself.

"I don't know how that could show me—" the officer started to speak, but the device blinded him with a flash. The disoriented officer began stumbling back.

"Agh, what the hell?!" The Officer yelled, thankfully this stretch of road was on the edge of the city and was deserted at that time.

"It's okay, you're going to feel great when this is over; there's no use fighting it, stud," I reassured the officer.

"I... I... what's happening?" the officer stammered out. He was thrashing about but now seemed to slow down, his brow heavy with sweat and his breathing becoming more and more staggered. Shortly after, the officer began to shrink down, slowly getting smaller and smaller. I smiled, knowing the device had done its task and the process was almost done.

"Who ar..." the officer tried to get out before he completely shrank down. I walked up and picked him up; he had become a toy action figure, complete with packaging, trapped smiling forever, perfect. As I was leaving, I made sure to use the device on his patrol car; after all, what's a cop without his car? As I drove home, I looked at the officer in my passenger seat and thought to myself, "You'll look great next to a Deputy and a Marine I have on the shelf."

[inanimatetffantasies]

New Series!

So I am once again collabing with my tumblr toy @lurker101101 to make some kinky shit. But tumblr is taking them down so i will be posting this series at

https://inanimatet-tf-fantasies.blogspot.com

Series includes humiliation, sock tf, toy tf, buttplug tf and more including videos so go check it out

[inanimatetffantasies]

Stop 🛑 writing 🛑 tf 🛑 stories 🛑 with 🛑 young children 🛑 or 🛑 teenagers 🛑

Seriously stop using them as characters, stop using pics of clearly young children and young teens in your content. Stop using them in content for a community that is inherently sexual and based on sexual domination and submission, and a scene that is clearly fucking +18s. Unfollow and block me if you like that content. If i see anyone repost this tf content, inanimate or otherwise, with minors. I'm blocking you right away. Pedophilia and child based kink content has no place here and I'm tired of people reposting and liking and making requests from such types of writers. Fuck off.

And i don't give a fuck if you use the excuse its not written as sexual. You know damn well what people read inanimate tf content for, and it's not for the astounding literacy and thought provoking buried messages. I see it here, on deviantart, on CYOC. Fucking degusting.

[leatherpupcolt]

10000% This!

[leatherpupcolt]

Linked

These two were probably the dumbest, most hateful cadets in our whole class. Not a moment went by when one of them wasn't smarting off to an instructor, berating a fellow Cadet for being different, or just being a general nuisance, constantly thinking themselves to be the "Straight Macho-Men" this PC world needed. Always late for class, sometimes still hungover, today they decided to "Practice Police Brutality" on the best Cadet in class. This girl was top in class for her marksmanship and athletics, kindest person in the world, and growing up in the south I was taught to respect all people, and them pickin on her was the last straw.

That was 4 months ago, 2 weeks ago we graduated and everyone moved on with their lives and no one even mentioned their disappearance. I think they're doing rather well now, alot better in this form than as some piss poor cops

[leatherpupcolt]

This whole building smelt like mold, mildew, and despair. It was an antiques/thrift/whatever store someone found at a garage sale kind of place; it had everything in its 55,000 square feet of 4 story-tall decaying brickwork.

Me and my buddy would mostly walk around on our Friday or Saturday afternoons when we were bored since this town was only 20,000 people and had nothing going on outside of the movie theater, so we decided to see what some people thought were worth collecting and what some people greatly exaggerated the value of.

We had been here almost an hour somehow, and I had ended up losing track of my friend, who absolutely loved this place and was terrible at hiding it. I looked at my phone and discovered that I had zero signal in the building and that its battery was at 8%, so I decided to checkout another side of the building. 

This part of the building was definitely the oldest; a lot of really old junk lined the little booths people had set up and seemingly forgotten about since there was no one else in this section. After what felt like forever, I stumbled upon something: one of those old snowglobes. The whole booth was intact and nothing but snowglobes; there had to be nearly a hundred of them. All of them had the same tiny village in it, but all of the people seemed to be in different spots, and they looked very lifelike. Some had old clothes on, but some wore newer clothes, and quite a few had on shirts and jackets belonging to the local college, and a few even looked like some former college friends of mine from the various sports teams. I had gotten beyond weirded out at this point and decided to leave when I bumped into the wall and felt something hit my head, knocking me out.

I awoke what felt like seconds later, but it was significantly darker outside the windows, almost nighttime dark, and I was looking at the window at an odd height and angle.

I tried to move, but I was stuck. I tried to say something, but my mouth wouldn't budge. I looked around in a panic and saw nothing but a village and a few people standing still, and then it hit me: it was The Village, the one from the snowglobes. And of the people I could see, I recognized a guy named Brad from the baseball team still in his uniform; he had dropped out just 4 months from graduation, we thought. I was terrified and just wanted to go home, but I couldn't speak or move; I was just stuck here on this shelf in a snowglobe.

And then I heard my buddy's voice: "Yo dude, we gotta go; oh cool, I haven't seen a snowglobe in years!"

[leatherpupcolt]

Self Portrait

I was terrible at making art; forever I have tried my hand at it, but no matter how much time I spend, I can't draw anything remotely decent. One day I mentioned my lack of skill to a friend who was going for an art degree at the local college, and he told me about this old technique and special paper that they used to use back in ancient times and how he'd look into getting some for me.

So I waited for what felt like years until a package arrived at my door. It was a simple brown box with my name and nothing else on it. After bringing it inside, I was compelled to open it, excited to see what this "ancient secret" was, but all I saw inside was what looked like furs, green paint, tusks, and a large piece of canvas. I let out a sigh: "Really?" "Dude decided to play a joke on me, but an entire Orc costume?"

Days later, it was late Friday night, and I decided to see what his "technique" could really do, so I took the costume into my bathroom and stripped down, making sure to read the label on the glass jar that held the paint. I noticed that half of it was written in Latin, really dedicated to the bit I see. After almost an hour, I had my entire body covered in the paint; it seemed like the jar had just enough to cover everywhere, and it seemed to dry almost instantly. I put on the fur coverings and tusks before stepping outside and reading the instructions that were in the box: "For best results, place the canvas on the floor; stand in the middle of said canvas while closing your eyes and counting to 10." With nothing else going on, I decided to go along with it. After setting up everything, I began to count "1..2..3..4..5" and so on until I reached 10, and then I felt as though the world fell away, and I swear I heard a voice, like mine but deeper and more twisted.

I fell for what felt like hours; I must've blacked out from the paint fumes or something, because my head hurt. As I tried to get up, I realized I couldn't move, and then I heard a voice, my voice: "Ah, good to see you're finally coming too; honestly, it took you long enough to try it out; I've been waiting for your friend to give me this body for ages, and damn, does it feel good?" The figure speaking was me, but different in an almost imperceptible way, and it took me a second, but I finally realized I was on the canvas!

After hours of him, the imposter, going on and on about how great and powerful he was, I had decided to give up. I tried and tried, but nothing I did could help me leave this painting. I gave in and accepted my fate. Looking at the bright side, however, I finally was able to make a decent bit of art.

[leatherpupcolt]

A Quick Dip

When he first offered me the collar I was floored, it meant the world to me to feel that *Click* as the heavy lock and chain were put in place permanently. I was in heaven, and when he leaned down and growled into my ear "You're mine now, and forever", I melted.

My Owner was never without a few things; his favorite hat, his oldest pair of boots, wore the same jockstrap every workday and a can of Copenhagen Dip. When we first met, I had only enjoyed my pipes and cigars before, had dipped occasionally but didn't get that into it. That changed with him. Everyday he made sure I had this special mix of dip he got me, demanding that I constantly have my lip packed and would do a large number of check-ins throughout the day. After a month, it became second nature to me.

And then the cage came. He started out with a small flat cage that would press my dick up against my body, he'd have me wear it for hours at a time the first week, then whole days the 2nd and so on. At the end of the first month, my cock cage was a permanent fixture on me.

If you could see me just a few months ago compared to now, you couldn't even tell I was the same person. He forced me to bulk up and somehow made me grow a beard, something I was never able to do before meeting him. All of these changes scared me at first but he would pull me into his embrace and whisper into my ear again and I would melt and be His even deeper.

And here we are on the anniversary of my collaring. After the first few months, the changes slowed down and settled on what I look like today, a near exact copy of him. He had a surprise for me, I spent the whole day in anticipation and when I got home I was beyond joy. There he stood in his hat, boots and jockstrap. I ran up and we began to make out but I noticed he didn't have any dip in his lip and he just shushed me saying "Don't worry, I'll have a new can soon, and this one will be special and never run out."

After he said those words I felt dizzy and cold, when I looked up at him I saw that I was falling, while the world seemed to be getting bigger and bigger before I blacked out.

I awoke on the floor to seeing my Owner naked, my clothes and collar in a pile on the floor where I fell. I couldn't move, could only look forward at Him, smiling before he told me the truth. He has 4 boys. His oldest were his boots, followed by his jockstrap, hat and then me, his newest. He said that it's been so long that he'd forgotten their names, but that he treasures each of us, especially me, his new Dip can that he's made it to always be full of dip for him and proud to be His, forever.

[leatherpupcolt]

Inseparable: A tale of two Boots

Inseparable like brothers. That's what they always said they were, always by each others side since they were kids. Now here they were as adults, John at 27 and Wyatt at 22, constantly out drinking and partying and being an overall nuisance. John and I had been roommates for a little over a year and while he and I normally get along well, Wyatt brings out the worst in him.

It was when Wyatt found out I was gay when it started getting worse and worse. You see, he's from a small farm town of about 200 so he never really got much exposure to diversity. So for him I was everything he was taught to hate and despise, and he slowly convinced John of it as well.

However, I had enough one day when Wyatt had vandalized my truck and John had broken into and trashed my room, that's when I started to formulate my plan.

You see, these two completely insufferable idiots would never question free beer in the fridge. And so, with a little help from a friend I had made online, I added some extra kick to the beer for a special effect. After they finished the 6-pack, they began to feel its effects, their bodies began to shrink and compact, twisting and turning while their skin darkened into browns and blacks and their clothes deciding the coloring of the shafts of their new boot bodies.

After what must've felt like hours to them I had a fresh new pair of boots, nice tan leather with a blue shaft with a beautiful design on em, on the bottom if you looked close enough you could see their faces trapped in a look of shock, John on the left boot and Wyatt on the right. After years of walking over me, it was only fair I walked on them, and I do a lot of walking in my job at the construction site.

Thank yall for reading my first ever TF story, and a huge shout out to @inanimatetffantasies for being a very comfortable pair of boots aswell as a great inspiration

[adelmanza-deactivated20230208]

Bedtime. Reblog if you wanna join me. 😉😈