[dirt-secret]

daydreaming about the life i want....

[spacey-maidly-princess]

little girls are getting high on a fancy new drug called "mommy attention"

[what-if-girls-were-bigger]

art by CrossCrescent

[pokeballvictim]

[pokeballvictim]

[chillydum]

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Puppy play but it's me encouraging two subs to play rougher with each other. Puppy play but I'm encouraging one to treat the other like a squeeky toy.

[cymk8]

pov you're giving your werewolf gf a smooch

[home-in-the-mountains]

I do have digigrade legs but they look like this

[celestinethorne]

There's something about gradual mind breaking that drives me wild.

Imagine this. Your life is shit, you're stuck ina deadend cubical job. 9-5 bullshit galore. One day, you're assigned to train a new coworker. She's pretty, way above your league. And yet she's kind. She compliments you and your skills honed to perfection working these bullshit shifts. But still, she's way prettier than you so you feel awkward even acknowledging them.

The two of you have lunch together. The two of you were talking, and she was still complimenting you for some reason. About how pretty your hair is or how cute your smile looks. You can't even comprehend looking anything but shit. She pouts and fiddles with her phone a bit. Then she asks you to watch a video. Suddenly you're back at work. When did the break end? No matter.

She tells you how pretty your eyes were. You smile because good girls accept compliments and tell her how gorgeous her lips are because good girls are honest. The rest of the day the two of you compliment each other.

It's beenmonth since then and both of you just keep complimenting each other. Sure, your compliments are getting kind of weird. You don't know when you started calling her Mistress as a joke, but it's hard to stop now. But she tells you that it's normal for good girls to call their Mistress Mistress so you keep doing it anyway. Besides, her compliments are getting weirder too. Mistress has made it a habit to pin you to a wall before telling you them. Then she just tells you how submissive and docile you are. She kisses you a lot now. Good girls deserve to be kissed by their Mistress ofc, so you don't complain.

Work itself is harder now. You just can't keep up like you used to. You're just so horny and Mistress doesn't help. You know that good girls are horny messes, but it's so aggravating. The tight clothes that show off so much don't help, but good girls are required to wear them so what can you do? Mistress has to pick up a lot of your slack, but she doesn't seem to mind. And besides good girls let Mistress do the work for them.

Breaks are great. Mistress shows you another video and you feel so good and good girls deserve to feel good. You feel so good that you don't remember what happens during them. You've started finding bruises and bite marks on your skin after them, though you don't know why. You don't care because good girls need to be marked. For the rest of the shift, she keeps touching you and teasing. By the end you can barely stand.

At the clock terminal, Mistress pins you to the wall and makes out with you before leaving. You're frozen by lust for several minutes before stumbling to your car.

Three months in and things are now really weird. You can't tell why anymore. Your head feels like cotton most of the time. You ask Mistress why everything feels so weird, because good girls always ask Mistress for help. She gives you some pets and kisses you, reminding you that dumb puppies don't think. Your boss threatens to fire you because of poor performance, but it's not your fault you're a dumb puppy. Everyone knows that dumb puppies don't work. Dumb puppies are to be submissive and docile. Mistress does most of the work, she's so good at it that she's up for promotion.

Breaks are so fun. Mistress shows you another video. When you wake up, you feel sooooooo good. Like all the energy built up during the morning was just released. Mistress cleans you up and then she starts working again while you heel. Then when you clock out, Mistress attaches a leash to your collar and gives you a walkies home. The walkies home is the best part.

Six months in and life is perfect. You don't work anymore and that's okay. Dumb puppies don't work anyway. You and Mistress live together at her place. You sleep in your cage and if you're a really good puppy, Mistress lets you sleep at the foot of her bed. The best time is when Mistress works. She works at home now. Your job is to be adorable by sleeping in a dog bed under her desk. Well, that and pleasure her, because a dumb puppy's only role is to be her Mistress's fucktoy.

During lunch Mistress fills your bowl with kibble and it tastes amazing. She doesn't show you videos anymore. She says you're perfect now. You don't understand what she means but it doesn't matter. Dumb puppies don't think after all.

After Mistress finishes working, she takes you on walkies and plays with you. It's so fun and nice and amazing. And if you're a really good girl, the best puppy in the whole world, she'll let you sleep in the bed with her. Your life is amazing.

[genderyomi-deactivated20240903]

every boy's dream should be to be such a failmale an evil lesbian takes him home with her and corrupts him into the beautiful young lady he was meant to be

[blankandhappytales]

"Hand your man card in. You've failed so utterly, I think you'll make a better girl..."

[juniepops]

Telepath whose egg cracks because she reads another girl's mind and gets overwhelmed by how much she wants to keep feeling and thinking the same way as that girl all the time, so she keeps reading her thoughts to see her upcoming plans, daily routines, how she likes to spend her time, and then starts secretly following her to better memorize it all and get used to going to the same places. She buys all of the same clothes as her and tries to read or guess which outfit she's going to wear on what day, even buys a wig to match her hair better since growing her own out would take too long. The first time she looks in the mirror after weeks, maybe a month or two of this, she realizes her facial features are closer to her muse's than she thought, far too early for her DIY estradiol to have taken effect. Before long cashiers at the other girl's most frequented shops are calling her that girl's name or asking if she wants "the usual" when they see her enter. It's euphoric. It's comfortable. A little too comfortable. She grows both bolder and more complacent, until one day while in line at a coffee shop, she reads a jolt of confusion in the barista's mind and watches him look past her, then directly at her, back and forth twice. Her stomach drops and she turns around. The glass of the door resembled a mirror for a split second before opening, and her picture-perfect reflection -- or rather, the one she herself was a reflection of -- walks through the door and proceeds past the line straight toward her. The telepath starts stuttering, dozens of excuses bubbling up and dying on her tongue, not noticing the other's smile until suddenly arms are thrown around her, warmly and snugly. She freezes, hears her muse laugh and ask the barista, "Come on, you really couldn't tell me and my sister apart?" and simultaneously feels a voice in her mind, one she's been hearing for all these months that sounds almost exactly like her own, as it whispers, Pretty little thing, aren't you so much happier now?

[prettylittlewolfgirl]

reading packbound and just feeling the most dreadful pit in my stomach as I am forced to come to terms with being a therian like for real (this is almost certainly good in the long term but fuck me)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[prettylittlewolfgirl]

I’m only five chapters in but this is already an all time favorite and I’m struck by the similarities of this story to another one I adore.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Being forced into a family and a transformation “for your own good” because someone recognizes something in you that you may refuse to see yourself. Being the runt of the pack or the baby sister of the family and having these people who are your peers but are in many ways above you. Even as they force this new life upon you, there is a very real love and protectiveness involved.

(These are only a portion of my thoughts but I still thought it worth putting down somewhere)

[prettylittlewolfgirl]

Packbound was phenomenal. Really, really recommend it.

[prettylittlewolfgirl]

reading packbound and just feeling the most dreadful pit in my stomach as I am forced to come to terms with being a therian like for real (this is almost certainly good in the long term but fuck me)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[prettylittlewolfgirl]

I’m only five chapters in but this is already an all time favorite and I’m struck by the similarities of this story to another one I adore.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Being forced into a family and a transformation “for your own good” because someone recognizes something in you that you may refuse to see yourself. Being the runt of the pack or the baby sister of the family and having these people who are your peers but are in many ways above you. Even as they force this new life upon you, there is a very real love and protectiveness involved.

(These are only a portion of my thoughts but I still thought it worth putting down somewhere)

[prettylittlewolfgirl]

reading packbound and just feeling the most dreadful pit in my stomach as I am forced to come to terms with being a therian like for real (this is almost certainly good in the long term but fuck me)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ace-trainer-alice]

I think that broadly much of the appeal of "non-human body parts" in fantasy is about displaying emotions.

Like, a lot of us who had traumatic childhoods had our emotional responses beaten out of us. Don't smile, don't raise your voice, don't cry, boys don't do that, don't bounce your knee, why are you doing that it makes you look weird, don't look away, stop doing that, don't make any noises, and stop moving your hands like that.

Gradually, you become a statue. Immaculate in your formlessness, the world unable to touch you. It's awful.

And, it's not like that goes away when you're out of the situation. Learning to emote again is work. Real work. And it's very hard to justify. On some level, hiding yourself so totally is a strength. It's not 'learning how to put on a mask', it's becoming one with the mask. It's useful, or at least you'll notice when it's useful. To emote again in the ways you lost means fighting through years of trauma.

But. You have to understand. Not emoting feels bad.

Have you ever felt really, really sad but been unable to cry? Denied of tears, you want to gouge your eyes out. The catharsis is gone. Your sadness feels less real for it. Inevitably, you seek other ways to reify your emotions.

It's like this for every emotion that was removed from you. All of them not just an absence but a void. A vacuum that demands more and more. Unstable equilibrium. You have to do something about it but the natural outlet is hidden behind the scariest thing in the world.

So, you fantasize. Wings, horns, tails, ears. You'd coil around her to express your desire. Your wings would flap out and show your pride or bend inward hiding you to show your embarrassment. Your horns would be sensitive the way none of your body could be. Your tail would wag or droop or lift. Here, we see a new language to express ourselves, one untainted by the past. Escapism.

And also it's gap moe when her ears react a ton while the rest of her is totally unresponsive, which is really cute.

[ace-trainer-alice]

"Bad end" kink is really hot. I talk a lot about signifiers vs substance in kink, and I think bad end is another one of the weird examples. I tend to see bad ends not as a single kink but as a set is ideas associated primarily by their aesthetics.

The idea of this being an ending. A bad ending. You could have won, you could have escaped, you could have gotten out of here. But you didn't, you lost. You put on the collar and lost the ability to say no. You stared into my eyes a little too long and lost the last of your INT. You froze at the wrong moment and lost the most important fight. And now destiny is broken and you can't save anyone anymore, so you're just going to be my toy forever and ever now, okay?

It's fun. The idea of forever. The idea of endings. Don't you want to not have to fight anymore? Don't your want permission to just let go? Isn't loss seductive? I like the dialogue between what you're supposed to do, what you're obligated to do, what you're compelled to do, and what you want to do, what feels good, what you desire. It's interesting.

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

I want to train you like a dog.

You'll be given commands in a language you don't understand. Through my motions, how I push your butt to the ground, how I gesture and correct, you'll start to learn each. Sit and heel will come quickly enough. They're the first I work on with new animals. Sit. Watch me. You're a smart thing so I expect you to pick this up quickly. Over time you'll naturally begin to focus solely on me, on my hands, even as you idle and rest you'll be alert to my smallest demand.

How long will it take you to realize I've given you a new name? Some dogs never quite put it together. You'll learn to listen to for that foreign twist of my tongue and internalize it. That sound, that's you now. More importantly, that's how I call for you.

The more complicated commands will take weeks to perfect. Days to even learn what I want when I bark that new word at you. Like a dog you'll sit and puzzle over the meaning, playing over the word and the movements I give until it finally clicks.

You'll be so proud when you figure it out that shame wont touch you. You used to be a person after all. Don't you remember how hard you would think about little things like how to manage your life? Now all that drive is refocused on the singular goal of pleasing me.

You exist on my schedule. You'll wake with me, sleep with me. You'll be given access to your water from a bowl on the ground and brought outside to sniff and empty your bladder. You'll find endless joys in the toys I give you and the treats I let you earn.

When I correct you it will be immediate, pointed, and quickly forgiven. Nips to your scruff, the invasion of your personal space, even forcing you to feel small as I pull your face into mine and growl the word you've learned means "No." If you show even a hint of food aggression you'll be eating each piece of your kibble from the small of my hand until I'm satisfied you know nothing belongs to you.

You'll exist without contemplation of yourself. You'll exist for the joys of my praise, my fingernails scratching through your coat, the small treats I feed you.

My sweet puppy, look how far you've come.

"Paw."

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

While I love the reactions and responses to this post, there have been a few misconceptions that I would like to address

You're not a person anymore.

You're an expensive pet.

Maybe you were a person once. Maybe even one that was filled with complicated thoughts and big dreams. Now you're a dog.

Just a dog.

Not even of any particular pedigree.

You're an animal that will be spoken over and shushed when it tries to speak. Do you think I care what a dog might have to add to a conversation? Do you think I will allow something I own to bark for attention? Instead I'll let you have your little growls when we wrestle with your toys. You'll learn the importance of play sneezes. You'll neutralize stressful situations with a shake down your spine. Day by day your complicated thoughts will dissolve into the simple feelings an animal is allowed.

You'll get your medicine each morning placed on the back of your tongue before I hold your mouth shut. You'll never know what you're taking, and I wont even think to tell you. When you get sick I'll take you to a stranger who will place you on a cold table for examination. You'll understand nothing but my warm hand soothing down your spine, telling you it's alright.

You're a dog that exists to be taken care of. You're a dog that learns tricks just to entertain me.

How long will that treatment take to produce results? Do you think you'll remember the last words you speak or the last time you stood on two feet? How long before you go quiet, focused only on the sound of my voice or the slow contemplation of the world immediately around you? How long will it take for your mind to slow down?

How long before you search out the sunspots in the house to doze quietly for the afternoon?

Not with cruelty, but with tender care and casual disregard I'll cut away the parts of you that let you believe you were a person. How long before a closed door will bar your movement? How long before you forget the proper way to brush out your coat or teeth?

No more goals.

No more deadlines.

No more self.

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