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[masterwolftfs]

THE ATTIC CLEAR OUT: THE PUP MASK

"Free pup hood. Leather, vintage. Collectors or enthusiasts only."

The flyer was carelessly placed atop a pile of random leaflets on a junk table at the pup convention, and something about it called to @hyperwolf1. He was into pup play of course, like everyone here, and had a hood alreeady, but the moment he saw the photo of the well-worn leather hood, something primal in his gut twisted with need.  

The guy giving it away responded to his messages inquiring quickly, and something seemed off. His responses were short, brash, almost commanding. "Meet me here. Get it."

They met in person and he was equally curt. "Go on then. Take it."  

He barely heard him. His fingers trembled as he took it. The leather was buttery soft, aged but well-kept, the inside lined with neoprene. The second he touched it, a warm, tingling sensation spread up his arms, like the hood was alive, waiting to embrace him.  

He barely made it home before, skin buzzing with anticipation, he pulled the hood over his head.  

The fit was perfect. The hood practically molded to his face like it had been custom made for him, the muzzle pressing gently against his lips. The moment it settled into place, a deep, soothing warmth spread through his skull, seeping into his thoughts like honey.  

Oh.  

Ohhh. 

His breath hitched. The world softened around the edges, his thoughts slowing, simplifying. A dopey smile spread across his face as his tongue lolled slightly between his lips. Colours grew slightly more muted, soft, relaxing...

Then the changes started.

First, his ears. They tingled, twitching under the hood before shifting, reshaping into soft, velvety points that poked through the leather, perking up eagerly. He reached up - his fingers were thicker, his nails sharpening, cut into the shape of claws.

His body rippled, muscles swelling under his skin. His shoulders broadened, his chest puffing out, his abs tightening into a firm, powerful slab. A happy whine escaped his throat as his arms thickened, veins standing out along his forearms. His legs bulged, his jeans straining against his quads.  

The hood growled, its magic sinking deeper.  

He dropped to his hands and knees without thinking, his spine shifting just slightly, his posture settling into something more natural. His tailbone itched, he could practically feel a phantom tail there.

His mind… his mind was so simple now. So good. No more stress, no more worries. Just happy instincts. Play. Obey. Worship.  

The scent of sweat, leather, and alpha filled his nose, and his mouth watered. He needed - he needed to serve. To praise. To adore.  

His roommate, Mark, chose that moment to walk in.  

"Hey man, have you seen my—what the hell?"  

His entire body locked onto him. Mark was tall, broad-shouldered, a gym rat with arms like tree trunks. And right now, to his addled, blissed-out pup brain, he was everything.  

He scrambled forward on all fours, nuzzling against Mark’s legs, panting happily.  

"Uh. Dude?" Mark looked down, bewildered.  

He gazed up at him with big, adoring eyes, his tongue lolling. His hood pulsed warmly, reinforcing his thoughts - yes, this is right. This is good. You are a good boy. He is strong. You worship strong.

He nosed at Mark’s bicep, whining softly.  

Mark hesitated, then—laughing—flexed. "You like that, pup?"  

He melted. He nodded eagerly, rubbing his face against Mark’s arm, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat. It was heaven. He licked a stripe up Mark’s forearm, tail wagging furiously.  

Mark chuckled, scratching behind his new ears. "Okay, okay, easy there. Guess you’re really into this, huh?"  

He was. He loved it. The hood had given him exactly what he needed - strength, simplicity, purpose. He was bigger now, stronger, but also softer in the best way. No more overthinking. Just joy. Just devotion.  

Mark gently reached a hand below his chin, lifting his face up to meet his, and gently, softly, dominantly kissed him, causing him to melt into those big arms. The kiss didn't just serve a romantic purpose, of course. It was a reminder of who he belonged to now. The hood pulsed, that warm, thick, heavy feeling coursing through him, and the energy pushed through his mouth into Mark, causing him to expand, grow, and rewrite his brain too. Memories of them playing together, Master and pup, cemented themselves in both their minds. Memories of being lovers, not just roommates. Of being together, safe, happy.

He barked softly against Mark's lips, sinking into Mark’s body.  

He was home.  

He was perfect. 

And he was never taking the hood off .

With time, the hoods power spread. With every load Mark forced into his pup, the hood forced something else back. A pulse, a wave, an urge to dominate, to obey, to become a pup.

He felt it too, the call of the hood. Kissing his pup, petting him, feeling the urge to just give in with each passing day. It wasn’t long before Mark too was on all fours, breeding his pup, his beta, the two just happy, horny dogs. Hadn’t it always been this way? Hadn’t they always been dogs?

Hyper thought so at least, and he acted like it too, licking Mark’s face, cuddling and playing like a dog. Mark was slowly being corrupted by the hood’s power, until eventually, nothing more than a dog remained. Just two happy dogs, forever.

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[misctf]

My roommate is straight but thankfully super cool, sweet, and we’ve built a great friendship through college. We’re getting ready for the real world, and I would just hate to leave college as single as I started it. My roommate already has the best personality, so can you help finish turning him into a handsome golden retriever bf for me?

You should know that sometimes its best to leave well enough alone. I mean, you already hit the jackpot, didn't you? When you first arrived to college as a closeted freshman, you had been a mix of emotions- excitement with a heaping scoop of anxiety and uncertainty. And do you remember what you thought when you first met Kevin? Well, besides how attractive he was? You were worried that this jock was going to be a homophobic asshole. He had that frat bro look to him. The type of guy in high school you avoided like the plague. But you were wrong. He was kind- sweet even. You two bonded quickly over unexpected shared interests- dorky videogames, anime, and a love for the fantasy genre. You'd return to your shared room after classes and he'd return from baseball practice and you'd both nerd out for a bit. And as your bond strengthened, you two shared more. He'd talk about his goals to have a family, see the world, and learn piano. You'd share your goals to get into grad school and help people. He'd provide encouragement and support on your tough days- and you'd do the same for him.

And finally, you felt comfortable telling him you were gay. It took time and you were worried, but you did it. The words hung in the air, but he just looked at you, smiled, and offered to be your wingman. If anything, your relationship strengthened and you remained roommates all four years. It really was perfect, wasn't it?

But now? Now was the end. He would be moving across the state with his long-term girlfriend to start his training as a Physical Therapist. You would be moving out of state to start grad school. The thought of not having him around anymore- this constant source of support- weighed on you heavily. And like many gay guys with a straight best friend, you wondered 'what if he was my boyfriend?' And finally, you realize that you love him. So in the swirl of emotions that comes with graduation, new opportunities, and an uncertain future- you wanted to hold onto something. You wanted him.

"Can you help finish turning him into a handsome golden retriever bf for me?"

A simple request. Of course. But remember, sometimes its best to leave well enough alone. Maybe, in a different timeline you would've remained close friends. You'd go to his wedding as his best man, he'd go to yours as your best man. You'd meet up every couple of months for lunch. Send weekly texts to check in. Celebrate when he became a dad. Go on family vacations together. It could've been that.

But instead, as you're playing videogames one night, there's a knock on the door. He goes to get it and finds no one there, just a package. No labels or anything. Just his name written on the brown cardboard.

"Look at this." He said, bringing it inside, "I don't think I ordered anything." He smiles and lets out a small laugh, "Guess its my lucky day." He always looked at things positively- a trait you admired about him.

And when he opens it and reveals the contents, you're both a little surprised. As he removes each item piece by piece, you can see his smile faltering. First, he removed a leather harness, then two leather wrist cuffs, arms cuffs, and a collar. He tries to laugh it off, holding up the collar and inspecting it closely. He puts it down, before reaching into the box and pulling out a mask- more specifically, a pup mask.

"Wow." He looks at it closely and then at you, "I uh swear, I didn't order this."

The pup mask stares back at Kevin, its features exaggeratedly canine - floppy ears, snout, and all. He turns it over in his hands, brow furrowed in confusion. "This is so weird, man. I have no idea who would send this or why."

He sets the mask down on the coffee table, pushing it away slightly as if it might bite. His eyes drift back to the pile of BDSM gear - the harness, cuffs, collar laid out on the table.

"I guess… maybe it's a prank?" Kevin suggests weakly, not sounding convinced. He runs a hand through his short hair, mussing it. "Some of the guys on the baseball team, they can be real dicks sometimes. You don't think…"

Before either of you can react, the wrist cuffs suddenly spring to life. They slither off the coffee table like snakes, wrapping tightly around Kevin's wrists with a sharp YANK. He cries out, "OW! What the fuck!?"

The leather constricts, digging into his skin as he struggles against the magical restraints. At the same time, the stitching along the seams of Kevin's clothes begins to unravel at an alarming speed.

Threads pop and fabric tears away in large chunks, exposing more and more of his toned body. In mere seconds, his shirt and pants fall apart completely, leaving him bare except for the cuffs. You're stunned- drinking in the sight of Kevin's naked form, while watching as your friend struggles desperately to remove the wrist cuffs. But they don't budge. And then you see it. On the table. The arm cuffs are starting to move on their own accord.

As if drawn by an unseen force, the arm cuffs begin to crawl towards Kevin's elbows. They seem to move with purpose, the leather glistening ominously under the apartment lights. Kevin, still grappling with the wrist cuffs, doesn't notice the approaching threat until they're nearly upon him.

"What the hell's happening?!" he shouts, panic rising in his voice. The arm cuffs latch onto his upper arms with surprising strength. You hear another pained grunt as the leather tightens.

His muscular frame writhes as he fights against the spreading restraints, pecs flexing and abs tensing. But his struggles only seem to make the magical bonds tighter. Your eyes roam over his chiseled physique despite yourself, heart pounding.

"Kev-Kevin look out!" You're able to say as you notice the harness moving on its own.

But its too quick. The harness rises before darting forward, coiling around Kevin's chest and knocking the wind out of him. Leather straps snake up under his pits, crossing over his pecs. And with a sickening click you can hear as it straps into place, securing itself to Kevin's upper body. And as you watch closely, you notice something. Hair. Kevin was always big about manscaping. But you knew your eyes weren't deceiving you. His chest and belly were sprouting hair. After all, what kind of dog doesn't have fur?

"It's okay!" You rush over and start pulling at the harness, your hands brushing his new chest hairs, "Come on..."

"It hurts...fuck..." Kevin shudders, "I..."

But before he can get the sentence out, the collar has sprung to life. It wraps around his neck with frightening speed, with Kevin only able to get out a terrified gasp as it secures itself tightly. You stumble back for a moment and watch in terror as the name "BUDDY" carves itself into the metal tag tangling from the collar.

There's a moment of tense silence broken only by Kevin's labored breathing. Then, with a final sinister movement, the pup mask rises from the coffee table. It hovers in the air briefly before diving forward, engulfing Kevin's head completely.

"AAAHHH!!!" A muffled scream emerges from behind the mask as it seals itself onto his face. The fake ears stand tall atop his head, twitching almost comically. Through the eye openings, you can see Kevin's panicked eyes darting around wildly.

You rush over to help try and remove the mask. You two working together, pulling desperately. His panicked eyes locking with yours. Why was this happening? You wondered over and over again, barely noticing the subtle changes in your friend. His eyes glazing over, his panicked attempts to remove the mask weakening. You would never know what actually happened in his mind that day. What the mask was doing to him. How it wormed its way into his psyche, probing deep into the very core of who he was. The mask worked swiftly and ruthlessly, stripping away layer after layer of Kevin's identity and humanity.It seized upon his dreams - being with his girlfriend, perhaps getting married someday, raising a family, becoming a physical therapist... All those dreams you talked about together- one by one, those aspirations faded into nothingness, the mask erasing them entirely.

Next, it turned its attention to his language centers. His mastery of the English language vanished, leaving only primitive thoughts and simplistic commands. Through it all, the most profound change wrought by the sinister mask was shifting Kevin's very sense of self. With brutal efficiency, the mask rewrote his entire perception of reality and his place within it. Kevin, once a proud and ambitious young man, now saw himself as nothing more than a loyal, obedient dog. His old name, his very identity, crumbled away until only Buddy remained.

"Kevin?" You had mumbled weakly.

He responded with a loud "bark!"

The weeks following crept by at a agonizing pace. Your constant efforts to snap Kevin out of this bizarre trance, to restore your close friend proved utterly futile. No matter how much you begged or pleaded, he remained firmly entrenched in this golden retriever persona.

Through it all, the cruel transformation continued to chip away at his former life. His devastated girlfriend left him completely. His acceptance to his physical therapy program was revoked. Each passing day saw another piece of Kevin slip further away. Buddy was here to stay.

And as you started grad school, Buddy came along. Always there to greet you when you came home. Always rolling over for belly rubs. Whining for food. Barking at squirrels in the tree outside your room. Sometimes, when you looked into Buddy's eyes, you swore you could still see a flicker of recognition, a ghost of the man he once was. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the eager, subservient gaze of a devoted pet. 

So maybe it is best to leave well enough alone. Maybe your request got taken a bit too literally. Maybe now you'll be more careful, maybe grateful for what you have. Sure, Kevin will always be by your side. But not as your friend, or boyfriend... but as Buddy, your dumb, obedient, pet dog.

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[swappingbryn]

[wishmaster]

Who's a Good Boy?

Hey Billy, with the manor ever expending, I wondered if you wouldn’t need a muscle pup, the manor needs a pet no?

Sure sounds good. good, Good boy?

I say and suddenly your body morphs into a perfect muscled specimen of a young man, your body trapped in tight rubber gear.

Fuck, but merely a muscled boy in gear wasn't what you wished so I say good boy again and boom.

Now that's a good muscle pup, while in this form you act totally like the pup you are, always on all 4's tail butt plug stuck in your firm, plump ass, your pup hood permanently locked in place, a chain to lead you around, your dick in a sheath able to piss and fuck when need be. In fact many of our residents love when pup humps their ass. You are a cherished part of our family now even if most of your time is spent as our rubber muscled pup, You're such a good boy, oh look at that, your form is locked in for good, enjoy your new life pup.

[swap-meetog]

I am a 50 year old man in a dad bod. What would happen if I transformed into a 20 year old musclepup?

You walk into the old shop and cough slightly as you inhale the stale air inside. It was the strangest thing, you had walked this route hundreds of times but never noticed this place before. Maybe it was the bright signs of the shops around it that had taken your attention away from the narrow storefront, but for whatever reason you noticed it today and decided to check it out.

“Welcome! Welcome!” came an old, frail sounding voice. “Welcome to the Great Bob-bino’s curiosity shop!” said a short man with a long beard, who appeared to be about two hundred years old. “I can tell what you’re looking for already! Just browse around a little while I put something together!”

“Oh, please don’t go through the trouble. I’m just looking” you respond, seeing the old man shimmying back behind a counter already.

As you looked around, there were all sorts of nicknacks, like you’d find in any gift shop, but there were also odd labeled vials with names you’d never heard of and couldn’t even guess to pronounce. “Hey, so what kind of shop is this?” You ask, coming up to the counter.

As you approached, you could see the old man had been joined by a young boy, maybe ten or twelve years old. You overheard the old man refer to him as “apprentice.” Though it was fairly odd to have such a young child working in a shop, even as an apprentice… but what kind of apprentice?

“Yes, yes,” the old man said, bent over a bowl. “Three drops of antihistorium after the four of boundmusclda and houndrum.” He continued, instructing the apprentice as he turned away from the bowl towards you. “We specialize in everything and anything your heart could desire.” He said, answering your question. You begin to say something, but am cut off by the boy bouncing up onto the counter with a vial in hand. “All done, Master Merl!” He said, handing it to the old man, who then went to hand the vial to you. “Go on! Drink!” He said.

You hesitate, but on odd feeling compels you to pull the stopper from the vial and down it in one drink. Almost immediately your body begins radiating heat, it feels like you’re burning up! You feel your clothes beginning to feel loose as your perspective shifts. You’re losing weight and shrinking! Your gut that had developed over the last 30 or 40 years disappears and your height shrinks to 5’6” as your skin tightens and darkens, taking on a youthful glow.

Your clothes begin to reform, pants coming apart and reforming into a black jockstrap covering your crotch and multiple colors of bandanas tied around your calves. Your shirt bunches up and begins to wrap around your head, reforming from soft cotton to hard leather. New thoughts begin to enter your mind. You’re a human pup… a gay, twinky, human pup. You realize that each of the bandanas represents a different kink, and thinking of any one of them creates a stirring under your jockstrap.

“Idiot boy!” The old man yells at the apprentice, looking at one of the ingredients the boy had used. I said boundmusclda, not boundsubda!”

Looking at you with a bit of pitty in his eyes, the old man shrugs. “Unfortunately, my potions are a one per person special. Once you take one, you cannot be affected by another.” He said, placing his hand on your bare back and guiding you towards the front of the shop. “I hope this is close enough to your dream!” He says, shoving you out the door and onto the open sidewalk.

[dougtfs]

William here is captain of the football team – well, he WAS, until we hooked up, drunk one night after a frat party. He kept glancing at the pup collar on my shelf, biting his lip, blushing. I could tell he was curious.

“Want to try it on, pup?” I asked.

He nodded.

I slipped the leather collar around his neck and buckled it, and his eyes widened as it took effect. 

“Whoa… what’s it, uh, what’s it going to do to woof? Wooof woof! Ruff!” his voice dissolved into barks, and he looked shocked for a second, then laughed.

“Are you a good boy?” I asked, rubbing his head.

He barked again, panting happily, and nuzzled my hand. “Woof! Rrrrr… grrr … yes sir!” he growled. He could just barely still talk if he really tried.

“Yes you are, boy,” I said, putting his baseball cap on his head. He was so cute like this – naked on my bed, scruffy and sweaty, staring up at me with his big puppy eyes. He started sniffing around in the sheets and found the jockstrap I’d been wearing at the party, and he picked it up in his mouth.

I grabbed for it, but he grinned and pulled away.

“Oh, the pup can be naughty too,” I said, swatting his bare ass.

He yelped in surprise and rolled over, exposing his sexy hairy belly, which I rubbed. He closed his eyes in bliss. 

“Tell you what, pup,” I said, scratching his furry pecs. “If you want that jock strap so bad, you can have it. In fact, it’s the only piece of underwear you’re allowed to wear from now on. Got it?”

He nodded obediently and rolled back over to lick my cock. I’m going to have fun training him.

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[the-pup-shadow]

[dougtfs]

“I’m not sure about this,” Chris said, sliding the pup mask over his head. 

“It’s just an experiment,” I said. “You like experiments!”

That softened his resistance. As a lab technician, Chris couldn’t resist gathering data and doing research.

“Okay, but promise you won’t activate it,” he said, snapping the mask in place in the back. “Just don’t press the button.”

I fingered the “pup mode” controller in my hand. It was so tempting.

“Are you feeling anything?” I said.

“Not really,” he replied, a bit muffled.

“How about now?” I asked, clicking the button on the controller.

“Dude! You said you wouldn’t … ohhh, whoaaaaaa,” he moaned.

The changes were instantaneous. He fell to all fours, on his hands and knees, and shook his head. “Ruff!” he barked.

Next his body began to swell with muscle. Previously willowy and thin, I saw his arms bulk up inside his dress shirt. Sweat ran down his neck, and he frantically pawed at the buttons on his shirt. I bent down to help him and pulled the shirt from his body to see his chest fill in, broad and strong.

“Doing okay?”

I asked. “Uhhhh,” he said. “I feel so … dog.”

I laughed. “You feel so dog?” I said. “Maybe that’s ‘cause you are a dog.”

“Woof!” he barked. “Dog?”

“Yeah, a good boy, right?” I said, scratching his head. He whined and pressed his head into my palm, wiggling his butt.

“You wanna go for a walk, boy?” I asked.

Chris looked up at me. “But … neighbors? Arooo?”

“Don’t you worry about them,” I said. “I know a park where we won’t be bothered.”

“Go for a walk!” Chris said, getting excited. He leapt up on my with his hands balled into paws.

“Okay, down boy,” I said. “First you’ll need to have a leash.”

Without a word, he bounded into the living room, then returned with the leash in his mouth.

“Good pup,” I said, petting him down his strong broad back. He was huge with muscle now, much bigger than the thin nerd he’d been just minutes ago.

“Ruff!” he barked, waggling his ass.

I raised an eyebrow. “You wanna try on the tail too?” I asked, holding up the butt plug.

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[dougtfs]

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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[dougtfs]

Evan was particularly frisky on their date that night. Not that Matthew minded – he loved having Evan’s hand on his thigh at the movie, holding hands as they walked through the park, and feeling Evan squeeze his butt in the elevator up to his apartment.

“What’s got into you?” Matthew laughed as Even opened to door. He’d only been over to Evan’s place a few times but the smell was instantly familiar.

Evan grinned back at him. “I wanna show you something tonight. Something great.”

Matthew smiled, and reached down to fondle Evan’s package. “I’ve already seen it,” he said. “And yeah, it’s pretty great.”

Evan smiled. “Not that,” he said, blushing a bit. “I want you to see – well, have you ever heard of a pupping candle?”

Matthew looked confused. “A what?”

Evan stepped into the bedroom and Matthew heard the sound of a candle. He followed his boyfriend in to see him lighting a tall pink candle in a glass jar.

“It’s kind of … um, you know, magic?” Evan said. He was fidgety and nervous all of a sudden.

“Uh huh,” Matthew said. This was a side of Evan he hadn’t seen.

“Just take a whiff,” Evan said, leaning over the candle to inhale. “It takes a few minutes.”

“What does?” said Matthew. “What is this?”

Evan just took another breath, and his fidgeting calmed. He looked at Matthew happily. “It’s starting,” he said. “Can you smell it?”

The candle smelled musky, like sweet sweat, and Matthew felt it tickle his nose. He wanted to sneeze but couldn’t.

Evan started to undress. “Come on,” he said. “It’s best if you’re naked when it really gets going.”

Matthew didn’t need to be told twice. Along with Evan, he started pulling his clothes off. “When what gets going, though?” he said. “What is this thing?”

“It’s already working,” Evan said. “Look!” He pulled his shirt over his head, and when his face emerged, Matthew could see that his ears had become pointy and furred.

“What the…” he gasped.

“You’ve got it too!” said Evan.

Matthew reached up to feel his ears – sure enough, they were furry, and tall. Like a dog’s.

“What’s going on,” he said. He knew he should be freaking out but he felt weirdly calm. Like he couldn’t remember how to get upset anymore.

Evan embraced him, both men fully nude, and pulled him in for a kiss. “You’ll love it,” he said, his nose nuzzling Matthew’s. “Feel my tail.”

In wonderment, Matthew reached around to Evan’s butt – sure enough, a shaggy tail was wagging there. He reached back to his own ass and found that he’d grown a tail too.

“Are we turning into dogs?” he said.

“No, pups,” said Evan. He bounded over to the bed, leaping onto it and posing with his furry butt pointed in Matthew’s direction. He turned to look happily at him, a long panting tongue hanging from his mouth. “Come!”

Matthew felt compelled to obey, and climbed up on the bed with Evan. They kissed again, and Matthew could feel their cold wet noses rub together as they rolled over together into the sheets, their hard dicks pressing firm into hairy, furry bodies.

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[mrcavanaughtf]

Puppy Problem

[dougtfs]

I don’t even remember his name. Did we meet at a bar? Was he my neighbor? All I can think about is his sweat, his pits, his feet, his toes, sliding my tongue around his arch and his ankle and over the dark hair of his body.

I tried to remember my life before this, but then he puts his big toe in my mouth and my mind blanks – all I can focus on is wrapping my lips around his toes and sucking and licking.

“Good boy,” he said at some point, and I felt my body tingle at the words. I know I used to be a man, before I was shrunk down to his pet and kept underfoot on the floor. I used to be big like him. Now I’m just a creature, a naked pup with my tongue hanging out and hungry for sweat and for smells.

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[dougtfs]

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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[dougtfs]

Maybe we mixed the pup potion a little too strong. My boyfriend and I weren’t expecting to have flashbacks every month. But sure enough, every full moon, we found ourselves down on all fours, barking at each other, wrestling playfully and usually fucking til we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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I hired them to move some furniture, but one of them spilled my pup potion almost immediately. They both went down on all fours and started to bark, and I rolled my eyes.

“Okay, boys, let’s work off some steam,” I said, and they bounded into the bedroom to wrestle and play.

A few hours later, as it wore off, they regained their voices.

“Can we do it again?” the shaggy one asked.

“Sure,” I said. “You’re just lucky you didn’t spill the potion that also causes transformation.”

“Wait, what?” said the other. “Can we try that one?”

And that’s how they wound up with permanent pointy ears.

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When the phone rang at my desk I was too busy with paperwork to check the ID. That was a mistake. “Pup time,” said the voice at the other end. Oh no. Not now. Not here. How had he found my work number?

I started to panic, looking around at the other managers. I only had a few minutes at most before the changes began.

“I gotta go,” I mumbled to my boss as I rushed past his office. Maybe I could hide out in the furnace room until it wore off.

Running down the hall, I could feel it begin. My legs grew weak and clumsy, too awkward for standing up tall. I fell to all fours and kept scampering towards the door. As I neared it, my hands began to curl into paws. I just barely turned the knob and got inside, throwing my body against the door to close it. My clothes were becoming unbearable and I shimmied out of them as fast as I could, struggling with the buttons and eventually tearing what I could with my teeth.

I’d just finished stripping down when the door suddenly swung open. I looked up in terror to see my boss come in.

“Well well,” he said. “I see my friend’s trigger worked.”

I barked in response as the last change took hold, and my mind slipped away to a obedient dumb horny pet. The last thing I remember is lifting my ass in the air to present it to him.

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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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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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