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Can't stop thinking about the end of Gohoubi wa Oshiri ni 💕
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A Cautionary Tail Originally posted on DeviantArt on Oct 18 2020 (woman to donkey transformation)
With Oktoberfest cancelled, all the stupid boys and girls have to find somewhere else to go to get drunk and party. And Pleasure Island is picking up the slack, sending free tickets hand over hoof to simpleminded dumbasses like this one. Perhaps yours has already arrived in the mail. Perhaps you’ve even already booked the trip. If so, let this lovely, lazy blonde beauty be a warning to you.
Her name used to be Charlotte, but by tomorrow no one will ever even assume she has a name. She’ll be the property of a coffee plantation in Tanzania, acquired for a mere $130. There she’ll work much harder than she ever has before, struggling to pull overloaded carts and the heavy plow through the ground, and having her once-beautiful, pampered body whipped mercilessly when she’s too slow.
Charlotte’s fate is inevitable – this braying fool will live and die, unmourned, as a stinky ill-treated donkey. Nothing can be done to save her, let alone transform her back. But perhaps her sad tale can serve as a warning to you.
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Crazy About Pigs Originally posted on DeviantArt on Oct 29 2020 (woman to pig transformation)
“Doctor, please… you’ve got to believe me! I’m not a pig! I’ve never been a pig! I just woke up like this two days ago!” “This nonsense again.” “Don’t you see? Something horrible and unnatural has happened! Why is everyone acting like everything’s okay? Like it’s normal?” “No, Miss Clark, you were never a person. You’re a pig. You’ve always been a pig. Everyone you’re related to are pigs. Damn filthy swine!” “None of us were pig creatures two days ago! We’re not some kind of… of subhuman race, or something! We’re people like you! Something happened… something terrible! You have to help me! Find a way to change me back!” “Ow! Fucking sow. You animals are all the same. I’m going to put you in a padded cell until the anti-psychotics kick in. Maybe then you’ll see reason and stop with this hogswallow.”
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Polyjuice Piggy (woman to pig transformation)
Sometimes a witch just can’t find the hair she wants to save her life! Or her humanity, at least. Poor Hermione! At least she makes a pretty cute porker. She’ll have to take a short leave of absence from Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, lest her coworkers mistake her for one and put her in a kennel, to keep her from rooting around with her big new snooter.
One can only hope the piggirl enjoys wallowing and squealing with the other sows in Argus Filch’s hog pens while the Hogwarts faculty work on a cure for her!
This is the eighty-seventh of my photomanipulations to debut first on Tumblr.
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Rachel wasn’t hard to track down, not to the people who were looking for her, in any case. When she was at work and school, someone was in her apartment, cataloging her possessions and taking exhaustive notes and photographs of her living space. A team followed her around to get more pictures.
She was watched at all times once the ‘Recruitment’ process began.
For more than a year Rachel had a tail, had hidden eyes in her apartment watching her every move, documenting everything about her and carefully conditioning her when she wasn’t even aware it was happening. Subliminals were added to her favourite music and hormones and drugs were added to her food and drinks, and over time her mind was trained to do one thing… obey. When the time was right, there was no abduction, no daring brad-daylight snatch-and-dash with her, that was entirely too high profile and would attract the wrong kind of attention in and of itself. Instead the Recruiter waited until she was at a public function.
He walked up to her with a smile and introduced himself. She shook his hand and for some reason she couldn’t look away from him.
“Hello Rachel, my name is Mason Hess.” He said politely and she nodded her head, her eyes vacant. “I want you to count to fifty and then excuse yourself to go to the washroom, down the hall from the washroom you will find a door, go to it and step outside, wait for me there.” He said and she nodded, her gaze unfocused. He released her hand and said some idle pleasantry before he walked away. She blinked and shook her head, confusion on her face for a long moment before she smiled at the next person and spoke with them for a minute before she had the sudden urge to use the washroom.
“Excuse me please.” She said with a smile and went to the nearby washrooms. But the need had evaporated as soon as she got close and she walked past the washroom and down the hall. The sudden need for fresh air drove her on toward the door at the end of the hall and she stepped out to see a black car waiting nearby.
She approached the car and opened the back door without even having to be told, pausing along the way to drop her cell phone into a convenient trash can.
She slipped inside to the comfortable interior. The driver didn’t even glance back, merely tapped a switch that locked the door and started to drive. Rachel leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, not even thinking as the car drove smoothly through traffic. When the car stopped again, her door opened and she looked up at the stranger she had met at the function. She smiled when he offered her the collar, and she took it and put it around her own throat, feeling suddenly more comfortable and relaxed than she had in a while.
She had no memory of the quite messages in her music and in the near silence as she slept, no memory of wearing a collar around her apartment for the last few months, no memory of being conditioned to feel comfortable when she wore it and to feel naked when she was without it, until she had felt anxious and antsy whenever she wasn’t wearing the collar. All she knew now was that she felt right again, and when he took her hand she followed him into the nearby building and up onto a stage in a room filled with people.
What they were doing was inconsequential, and she paid no attention to the way they looked her over, or to the words that were being said. Words like ‘Prime breeding specimen’ and ‘Inherent submissive tendencies’. All she cared about was how right she felt, even as she was asked by her Recruiter to remove her clothing. None of that mattered to her, not so long as the comfort of the collar was around her throat. Without that she was naked, clothing was nothing to her at all.
And when the gavel came down on the final bid of 2.4 million dollars, she thought nothing of the leash that was hooked to her collar and she went, following along meekly without a word even as the next recruit was led to the stage and the bidding began all over again.
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Bimbo exercise - part 1
Here’s an idea ... every time you edge this week, do it in front of the mirror and make this face.
Stick your tongue right out, cross your eyes and drool.
Make yourself look stupid.
Show men that you aspire to be nothing more than stupid holes. ❤️❤️❤️
Hooves for Hands Originally posted on DeviantArt on May 31 2019 (woman to pig transformation)
Naomi thought it would be a good summer job. The farm needed some able-bodied young workers, and the pay was good. She loved animals, and it seemed like a valuable experience to have before going off to college – which was an experience she was a bit more ambivalent about. Naomi was hired readily, and moved in to her dorm-like quarters with the other summer help – like her, all recent graduates who had not yet decided what they would do with their lives.
And it was what she hoped. Hard work, but clean living, plenty of time outdoors, lots of contact with animals, and good food in abundance. Naomi liked her summer coworkers, too; by coincidence all ten of them were women. The farm was family-owned and well run, with a diversity of crop and livestock operations and a number of permanent assistants. Everything seemed to be going well for the farm, except for a recent bout of swine flu which had gone through the hog population, killing off a significant number of sows. The staff seemed quite eager to replace them.
Naomi assumed that they would just buy more; or hold back piglets from their current litters until the population was restored. All in all, it was a reasonable assumption to make. But as it turned out, she was very wrong.
Two weeks into her summer job, Naomi was out in the fields, and was instructed to take some extra rope into the barn where the other girls were working. As she entered, she heard a lot of frantic squealing – was something agitating the hogs? But when she came in, she got the shock of her life. The other girls were writhing around on the floor, squealing pathetically, as they fattened and burst out of their clothes. Pretty faces had been stretched into long snouts, and rows of teats hung on fat bellies behind their more normal-looking breasts. All of their hands and feet had fused into pig hooves, and coiled tails twitched above their massive new butts. Naomi dropped the rope, her mouth hanging open in shock. Another girl – a blonde named Arissa – shook her head, causing both her elongated ears and hair to sway crazily. As she opened her mouth to squeal, the pig-to-be caught sight of Naomi, and tried clumsily to waddle towards her.
Naomi sank to her knees, hands shaking as she touched the thick, warm flesh of the massive creature that had recently been an ordinary girl. How could this be? Her colleague was practically a sow! With her arms around the beast’s neck, she felt it swell, bringing her enlarged, flattened head in line with her back. The animal’s eyes grew dim and piggy, and even her blonde tresses started to fall out.
Naomi tried to ask the pig-in-the-making what had happened; how she might be able to reverse it. But the sow-to-be could only squeal, bereft of her former human voice. Soon, her limbs shrank fully to fit her frame, and her plump boobs withered into two more little pig teats. She put on another fifty or so pounds, her body growing longer, and soon, she was just an ordinary sow. As Naomi looked up, she realized that all of the girls had completed their transformation. The new swine were shaking their heads, and waddling about awkwardly among the rags that had been their clothes. Clothes that the fat pigs would never need again. Several of the others struggled to trot over to Naomi, unused to their much different limbs.
The poor girl looked from pig to pig, scarcely able to recognize the animals that only an hour ago, had been young women with their lives ahead of them. One of the swine nuzzled against her arm, the tip of her snout both warm and wet. Naomi raised her hand and put it on the sow’s flat head, thinking it was Jerri, another girl bound for college after the summer. But as she caught sight of her own hand, she gasped.
Her fingers were changing, the middle ones swollen and capped with hard keratin, and the outer ones were dwindling and turning under, becoming dew claws. Her thumbs were little more than nubs on the sides. Whipping her hands up, she looked from one to the other, seeing them transform in slow motion. “Oh, boy. I think I might really be in trouble now,” she breathed, her voice carrying more than a hint of a squeal. Flexing what was left of her fingers, she contemplated her options for escape with the clumsy things.
Backing away from the newly transformed pigs, she stumbled, realizing that her feet were as deformed as her hands. Her shoes fell off, unable to contain her new hooves. Naomi did a quick check of her body, discovering that she now had a curly tail, welts running down her tummy in long rows, and larger, floppy ears sticking out of her hair. And her nose had turned up, blunting and stretching into a perfect pig’s snout. She ran her tongue around her mouth, feeling her new tusks with it. “Fuck,” she tried to say, but only a loud squeal came out. Looking back at her hands, she realized that they too were now fully hooves. She was still mostly a beautiful girl, but her hands, feet, and voice had completely changed.
Naomi was mulling over her dwindling options when the pigs around her turned and looked up as the door opened, and the owner and a few of the permanent farmhands came in. They laughed jocularly, pointing to the small herd of sows before them and the changing girl. Naomi tried to squeal to get their attention, but it became obvious they were not interested in helping her. “Getting the hands first always keeps them from getting away,” the owner said cheerfully.
Naomi squealed and grunted as she realized that she had been used; that they were replacing their lost sows with her own beautiful flesh. Her body would soon grow to match her well-formed hooves. And indeed, she too transformed like her friends, fattening until her clothes tore off, her head and limbs changing, her modest little breasts coarsening into teats, her hair falling out. All too quickly, she too was an ordinary sow. A breeding sow. And like her coworkers, she was soon put to a boar as a fertile new addition to the farm.
They adapted well; life in the pigsty was easy, and as they discovered, the sex was quite enjoyable. Even the food matched their new tastes, and was offered in abundance. Some of the pigs struggled with the notion of being breeding sows for a while, but Naomi came around sooner than most of them, settling into the routines of her new life. All of them would produce many litters of piglets for their new owners, and no longer faced any uncertainty or ennui about their future. The sows knew what they were, and where they belonged.
The next week, another group of lively girls were hired, tending the fat, grunting pigs they didn’t yet realize were their equals. But soon, they too would discover their destiny as contented breeding sows. As would many more, until the farm again reached its quota of swine.
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Don't worry this is just for the shoot. I'll release you soon after, the photographer said 4 weeks ago.