#houndoom tf

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More pokemon warmups

[genderstormwrites]

Houndoom and forcefemme

Damien smiled as his girlfriend walked in the door. He stood quickly to his feet and walked over to her, following behind as she set down her jacket and bag and walked swiftly to the kitchen. Neither said a word to the other. At this point, the routine was so familiar that it was really just a matter of comfort. Damien watched patiently as Kira pulled out two bowls. The first she filled with cereal - her ordinary after-work snack. The second she filled with Damien's Food. She walked to set it on the table, then paused, considered for a moment, and smiled at Damien, setting it on the floor beside the table.

Damien looked at the bowl curiously. This was new. This was unfamiliar. But it was Damien's Food. He supposed it didn't matter much where he ate it. As long as he ate it all, his girlfriend would be happy. He bent down to his knees and picked up the spoon placed next to the bowl. He began eating obediently as Kira watched on, slowly spooning cereal into her mouth.

"You're a very good boy, aren't you?" Kira's words forced Damien's attention upwards at her so fast that the collar around his neck jingled. She had picked it out for him a couple weeks ago. The white skull pendant that hugged tight against his neck. Ever since he'd put it on, he'd just felt so grateful for everything Kira did for him. He could vaguely recall a time when he had been less than grateful. Where he had often questioned Kira's judgment or voiced his own, often rude, opinions around her. But now with this collar, everything she suggested just sounded more... correct.

"Good boys don't need spoons, now, do they?" Damien dropped the spoon and shook his head. She made so much sense. "Good boys eat all their food. Good boys don't leave anything behind." Damien's face was already buried in the bowl. He lapped up the food graciously, not even pausing when he found The Pill. The Pill had started showing up in Damien's Food a few days ago. He had been uncertain at first, but a few words from Kira had changed his mind awfully quickly. Now he ate the pill every day without question. It just made sense.

And so, months went by. Every week, a few new suggestions made. Every week, a few new habits accepted.

Good boys don't walk on their hind legs.

Good boys don't speak to their girlfriends unless spoken to.

Good boys don't pee standing up.

Good boys don't lick the new fur growing in.

Good boys don't whine when their dick shrinks.

Good boys don't paw at their muzzles in confusion.

Good boys don't breathe fire in the house.

Good boys don't growl at animals outside.

Good boys don't wear clothes.

Good girls don't wonder if they used to be boys.

Amy's tits were growing nicely. Her collar stayed firmly around her neck as her dark fur grew in around it. She felt the fire growing in her belly. She felt her human thoughts fading as her new nature set in. Her fangs enlarged. Her growl deepened. Her paws rounded out as claws extended. Her thin tail now wagged obediently at her girlfr- owner's commands. Her soft red muzzle grew out. Her horns spiraled from her head as bony ribs grew out of her back.

Amy, fully Houndoom, now, stood obediently at her Owner's side as she prepared a bowl of Amy's Food. She gobbled it up with delight as Kira watched and petted her Houndoom's head gently. This was the life. This was the dream. Permanent subservience to the woman she loved. Houndoom could not be more delighted.