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Secret Santa

Good Lord that was over, Richard sighed as he closed his front door. Christmas parties are such dreadful events, where all departments of the company mix together. All the support staff just get pissed as they are nervous to sit with management, and the bar is open. Everyone else just kiss ass to further their careers. Add to that a secret Santa program where you typically don’t know the person you are gifting to, and you get a gift from someone below you that spend the next months hinting that he was the one giving you whatever crap they came up with. With his famous penchant for classic cocktails, up and coming Michelin restaurants and new world shiraz, he would unfailingly get whiskey tumblers or champagne flutes. Regarding his own career the next promotion would be between himself and Mr. Holland. Mr. Roberts had made it extremely clear how that would be decided. Arrive on time, set a goal and meet it. Surely Mr. Holland knows that as well, so it was a bit of a surprise that he wasted time on this years Christmas party committee.

Richard gave the gift wrapped box a shake. Something shuffled inside the box. At least not another tumbler he thought, as he sat down in one of the living room armchairs. He unwrapped the box and found a plain looking cardboard box, the size of maybe three shoe boxes. He stared in disbelief as he removed the lid. Clothes. One stack of neatly folded clothes on the left side and a pair of sneakers to the right. Did he get someone from maintenance as Santa? Or the mail room? They wear this kind of rubbish when not in uniform, don’t they?

He unfolded a black adidas sweater, with a white logo and zipper in the front, from the top of the stack. Not even his size. Surely the point of a secret Santa is that you know who you are giving the gift to. Is this a mock gift from someone he knew? He threw the hooded sweatshirt in another armchair and unfolded matching trackies. Black with a blue Nike logo on one leg. He glanced at the trainers, again adidas, in a design he could only describe as obnoxious. While in good condition, they had clearly been used. He looked back at the trousers and realized that there were no tags on anything. He couldn’t tell if they had been used and washed, but clearly someone had tended to them after purchase.

What kind of joke was this? He threw away the trackies, the white, plain T-shirt beneath it, a pair of white socks and boxer shorts. He had never heard of the McKenzie brand before. Finally he found a small bottle with a label “Bedtime Brandy�� tied to it with a string. Perhaps there was something worth salvaging after all. Though “Brandy” didn’t bode well. “Afternoon Armagnac” would have been better. Or “Curtain Close Cognac”. He opened the bottle and gave it a sniff. Surprisingly competent aroma. He poured himself all of it in a glass and started to get ready for bed.

He was wide awake in an instant, in a way that he wasn’t accustomed to. Even before turning on the light he could tell that something was off. He fumbled to find the light switch. When he did find it he immediately saw that it wasn’t his arm. It wasn’t his body. He jumped out of bed, surprising himself at the agility, and rushed into the nearest bathroom. Instead of seeing Richard Davis, head of infrastructure investments, a slack jawed, mid teen boy with slender, lithe body looked back at him from the mirror.

The hair was short, with a buzzed fade on the sides. The face was neither handsome nor ugly, but had an annoying sneer of smug arrogance, accentuated by two slits shaved in the eyebrow. The body wasn’t muscular, but athletic with hints of abs. The skin was pale and mostly hairless. To the left on the chest was a large Monster energy drink logo tattoo. Richard hated everything he saw. He couldn’t stop staring into the mirror though. He was mesmerized by equal parts amazement and disgust. How could this have happened? How could it be undone?

*bee-bee-bee-beep* He snapped out of his trance by the phone ringing. He realized he had no idea what time it was. The alarm hasn’t buzzed yet. Or had he slept through it? *bee-bee-bee-beep* He looked at the phone. It was 10:08 already and Mr. Roberts calling, surely to query why he wasn’t present for the 10:00 meeting. *bee-bee-bee-beep* He pressed answer and shouted “Get it up ye rocket”. There was a brief silence, and then Mr. Roberts responded “Pardon me, wrong number it appears” and hung up.

That was wrong on so many levels. Maybe unsurprisingly that wasn’t his voice. But Scottish wasn’t his accent and he wouldn’t even know, let alone use that phrase a day ago. But most disturbingly, why did he tell Mr. Roberts off? It was like he was remote controlled or pre-programmed.

The phone chimed and showed a text message from Mr. Holland. “You were not in office, so I got the promotion. Better luck next time.” Was this Hollands doing? He was about to reply when the phone chimed again. “Mr Roberts believes your phone is stolen by a hooligan. Police there in 10 min.” So it was him. He better leave to avoid having to try to explain an impossible situation, or worse, trigger some sort of involuntary response. He could come back later and figure out what to do. But he couldn’t leave naked.

He ran to the living room and froze. The clothes were in the same box as the “brandy”. What if this was another trap? But what choice did he have? He quickly stepped into the clothes. On his way out he pocketed his wallet, and to his surprise there was already something in his pocket. An ID card with his face on and the name Camdyn Reid. Well, that’s not going to happen, he thought as he left the apartment.

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Roleplay to the max

If you’ve found this, it’s probably because you’re into body swap and/or transformations. Well, for Tobias and Miloš, it was much the same. They met on Discord and started talking about their interests.

Tobias came from a wealthy family, and was used to having anything he could ever want or need. Educated and privileged.

Miloš on the other hand was from the other side of town. Born in Bosnia, he was not familiar with the high life, and the privilege that came with it.

The two were chatting on Discord and started talking about their fetishes. They got on well together. After a little while, they started to role play, with Miloš stealing Tobias’ life. Miloš was turned on by the idea of power, and Tobias by the humiliation. It was hot for both of them, and ended with the two having swapped accounts.

A few days later, they wanted to take it to the next level. They agreed to meet up and swapped clothes, wallets, phones, everything. They were both turned on. Miloš loved his new branded clothes, and Tobias was left looking a lot cheaper - possibly the first time in his life to not be wearing some branded clothes. He checked his new wallet and noticed a distinct lack of cash and cards in there. He did notice some cigarettes in his pocket though. Miloš told him he better start getting used to smoking when he was him. He snapped a quick photo - he looked so different in his non-descript sweater instead of a tailored suit.

It started to become a regular thing that they would swap every weekend. Miloš turned from builder by day, to playboy by night, driving his Mercedes around town and going to the best cafés and restaurants. He also loved his new and extensive wardrobe. Something he would never have been able to afford.

He would arrive at Tobias’ place every Friday, strip out of his clothes, swap with Tobias and kick him out of his own apartment. He’d always give Tobias some challenges to do over the weekend too, like head to his gym, spend some time learning Bosnian, and so on.

The changes were getting more and more addictive for both parties. Miloš started to get addicted the power and the lifestyle, and Tobias loved the simplicity and being told what to do - something he was not used to in his privileged life. Miloš wanted to be more and more like Tobias. he wanted his nationality too. They both secretly got married so that Miloš could get his German passport. Miloš did all the paperwork, since he had also been practicing Tobias’ signature - his signature. Soon the day came for their secret marriage, and Miloš started his applications. Secretly he also applied for Bosnian nationality for Tobias.

While waiting for all the paperwork to go through, Miloš booked himself in for some plastic surgery to reduce the size of his nose, change his hairline, eyebrows and a few other things. Unfortunately, roughly around the same time, Tobias got into an accident, which left his face looking pretty beaten up. His nose was really swollen and much wider now. So much so that he hardly recognized himself. And the swelling didn’t seem to go down either!

Once Tobias got out of hospital, he went back to his old flat, but by bus because he was still in Miloš mode, only to find Miloš at his house looking just like him! He entered and Miloš gave him an envelope, all with new documents and papers. Miloš had applied for a Bosnian passport for him, and then removed his German nationality, but not before legally changed his name to Miloš Isaković. Meanwhile, the original Miloš showed his new German passport with Tobias Reuter inside. The new Miloš started to panic. He needed to calm down. He headed outside to smoke a cigarette. “That habit will kill you one day” The new Tobias told him, his accent now all but gone after having paid for expensive voice coaching classes. He had also managed to kick the habit and hadn’t smoked in months. Miloš smoked like a chimney these days, despite it being an expensive habit for his low income.

As so the role play ended. Miloš really was Tobias now, both in looks and by law. He loved his wardrobe and his new lifestyle.

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JOE (REQUEST)

Just one year. That’s all he wanted. A complete change of life and scenery. Somebody entirely different … for one year.

That’s what he’d asked for and that’s exactly what he got. Jo or JOEY, was now a complete joke, a small town high school dropout who weighed a good 350 lbs. He was only twenty-one, delivered pizzas at night, ate pizzas for dinner and enjoyed cock for dessert. He loved it and found out that he was not only a fat loser, but also an incredibly horny bottom slut. Joey couldn’t get enough and was on his knees for pretty much anybody who asked. He was as pathetic as he was short and wide, but his large belly and small dick turned him on. He loved it when the older men teased his soft pink nipples and made him obey.

Joey wanted a completely different life for inspiration, but all he could think about was food and cock. God he loved being this pathetic and was somehow disappointed that it would only be for a year.

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Hi there, love the work. I'm not sure if this is how to go about it, but I'm a 29 year old ginger, on the thicker side at 220 lbs and 6ft, I'm also pretty hairy. With this quarantine going on, I'm out of a job for a few months on unemployment. I think now would be the perfect time to be turned into an immobile super chub and have a sexy chubby male nurse to care for me.

I think I need some pictures of this hairiness just for giggles. But I agree right now would be the perfect time to turn you into exactly that. You’re going to find that your metabolism has became very sluggish and you’ll want to spend even more time doing nothing other than eating. Since you’ve started down this journey you’ve really started to pack on the pounds. And your hair has gotten darker too. Now don’t get me wrong. I love a ginger. But your anatomy is designed to make you a stocky man. So I have to change some things about you to make you bed ridden. You’re going to see that stretch marks are going to start adorning your body like tattoos but they are a mark of pride for you. And you’ll even have that Chubby nurse that you wanted. Or maybe even two. Here I managed to find a picture of them feeding you to make you bigger. I feel that they are more obsessed with making you larger than you are. But that’s ok. Lay back and enjoy the new horizontal view point of the world. It’s time to really push that body to the limits.

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Hey can you write a story about a young nerd skinny fella and an obese bald and incredibly hair uncle? The story can go within the lines of how the uncle was trying to lose all the weight and his bad smoking/drinking habits but wasn’t able to. So he got so desperate and went to someone who used magic to gradually help him lose everything but turns out that all of that wasn’t going away but instead transferred to the young nephew....the ending can be like an exaggerated version of the uncle happening to the not so young and skinny bear of a nephew...

The uncle and bo

So what I’m hearing is you’re skinny and you want be like your uncle only 10x worse. I believe I can make this happen.

You have been living with your uncle for quite sometime and always noticed that he was a little larger than life. He is always giving you gifts and you didnt think anything of it when he gave you a necklace with a blue crystal on it. He had one that was similar as well but his was clear. Here recently you have noticed that he is loosing some weight. He has always been a little muscular but he had a gut. One that made him obese but now that he was shedding some weight you could see that his muscles were starting to pop out more.

But you also notice that you’re changing Too. You have gone from a slender twink to someone that looks to be in his mid 20s. Your slender frame is fading away and one morning you wake up onto to see that your gut is really popping out. But your uncle just seems to keep losing weight.

It’s not longer before you notice that the color of your necklace starts to fade while his starts to turn a light blue color.

By this time I hate to tell you that it’s too late for you to go back. In fact. Your changes are only going to excelerate from here on out. It just seems that the more weight your uncle looses and the younger he continues to look the more you change. Almost as if everything about him being lost is flowing into you. This morning you wake up and find hair on your pillow. It wasn’t much but it definitely seems that your hair was thinning. You look down and see that your body has gotten hairier. You look like you’re in your 30s.

You run to your uncle as your body jiggles with the added weight. You walk into his room seeing him baked for the first time and seeing that he looks much younger. About 35. You demand to know what’s happening and he tells you about a deal he made with a witch. He would serve her if she granted his wish. He wanted to be young and skinny. But all that Hedt needed somewhere to go. You are shocked. You don’t know what to think. It has to be true though right. You try to take the necklace off. That has to stop the transformation. But it’s stuck. Your uncle laughs. “Only I can remove that. And I have no intention of doing that.” Your uncle says that he’s going to the gym. You beg him not to go bevause you know that it’s only going to exfelerste your own change. He pushes you away and you fall hitting your head and pass out. Your uncle doesn’t come back home after that. You find out why real fast. When you wake up you’ve aged more. You’re more of an uncle than he is now for sure. You try to make adjustments. Eat less. Work out more. None of it works. And you keep getting older and fatter. You work in the courage to go to the beach near by to relax in you older body. There is nothing else that you can do. Dealing with the aches and pains of life have really become quite the regular for you to deal with.

You’re sitting your chair. The changes have stopped for a while. You’re playing games on you phone while is rests on the gut that you’ve gotten used to. Suddenly you get a text message. It’s from your uncle !! “Hey bo. “

“Change me back !” You plead with him. The message is read and you see the dots showing that he is typing. What seems like an eternity finally ends when you read a message that causes your heart to sink. “Bo. I’ve made another deal with the witch. I’m sorry”. Your necklace starts to glow a little bit. And your stomach gurgles. Another message comes through. “I wanted to be younger and skinnier. You’ll be feeling the effects shortly”. And then he sends a pic of himself now.

You run to your house. Screaming inside as your breaths come out hard. You get slower. By the time you make it to your house your older by at least a 5 more years. You gained what looks like an additional 40 pounds. Your hair has fallen out and your gut has gotten even hairier. You scream. How much more is he going to take !! You try to take the necklace off but notice that it’s almost completely clear. Showing that your uncle can still take more from you. You look at yourself. Bigger than your uncle ever was. Hairier than you’ve ever been before. All to know that he can always take more. Your phone vibrates. It’s him. He’s typing something again. “One other things bo...”

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Are You Sure?

The best part about my boy is the part of him that peeks out, whatever I change him into. He’s always just so eager to play, to learn the rules of whatever role I’ve just shifted him into.

It’s almost a challenge for me at this point, to see if there’s some kind of guy that I can turn him into, where I would actually have a hard time finding him within.

I was astonished how much he just went with it when I first changed him.

“How would you describe yourself, Matt?” I asked him, lying in bed as he poked through out closet, picking out a shirt.

“Um…” he said, not really turning. “To who?”

“What kind of vibe do you give off, if someone were to see you on the street,” I said, staring at his back.

He gave a light laugh and slight shrug.

“I dunno, probably your average Brooklyn hipster, early 30’s, tall, skinny, boy next door in flannel,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I said, and he stopped. “Are you sure they wouldn’t see you as some scruffy jock on his way to the gym?”

And suddenly, he stood all the way up, his arms swelling, his floofy hair shrinking down into a buzzcut. A short beard crept along his face as his chest broadened, stretching out a Nike tee across his meaty pecs. He shrank down a few inches, his loss of height offset by his sudden broadness.

He turned to me. I froze, waiting to see his reaction.

And then, without missing a beat, he popped his arms behind his head and flashed me a grin.

“I can’t help it if people stare at my guns,” he said in his now lower voice, flexing his biceps, and taking a step toward me. He looked down at himself, and then back at me.

“Like what you see, babe?” he said.

I did.

He took a step closer.

“Want a whiff of these pits before I hit the gym then?”

I did.

I kept him as a jockboy for a week. And then, one morning, as he was pulling out a pair of gym shorts, I asked him, “How would you describe yourself?”

He gave a low, gruff chuckle.

“Probably some dumb, scruffy jock,” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked, and he froze. “Are you sure people wouldn’t see you as some just turned 19, smooth faced skater boy?”

He looked at me the whole time he shrank, as his frame got leaner and leaner. Years melted off him as his beard and body hair disappeared, and a golden glow ran over his face and skinnier body. His lips got puffier, his eyes softer. I caught a glimpse of his slightly longer, spiky hair as a blue skater cap appeared on his head. The former gym rat, now 5'7’’, maybe 130 pound skater seemed less cocky, more boyish.

“I mean, the skateboard kinda gives it away,” he laughed, light and bubbly, still not breaking eye contact.

I stood up. He came up to my chest now. I wrapped my arms around his now lithe frame and kissed him. He melted into my embrace, leaning into my grip.

Our kiss finally broke and I looked down at him. And there he was, eyes alight. My same boy.

And so it went, for weeks. We would never talk about the change. I never asked him if he liked being one man over another. He had the same eager grin, no matter the man, no matter the role. An older dom daddy: my boy. A twinky porn star go-go dancer: my boy. A chubby chain smoking bear: my boy. A clean cut sailor on leave: my boy.

It’s Friday night. He’s about to cook us dinner when I call out,

“How do you think people see you?”

“I’m sure the glasses and patched elbows on my blazer give away that I’m some kind of academic,” he says, gently.

“Are you sure?” I grin. “Are you sure you’re not a kinky, gear addict slut?”

He adjusts the harness as it wraps around his chest and stares at me, on the bed.

“Dinner can wait, boy,” he growls.

And as he steps toward me, massive dildo in hand, I see it flash in his face.

My boy. I’m sure of it.

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Meet Up

After role playing on Discord for some time with Ahmed, I was wanting more. We decided we would try swapping in real life. We both super excited and couldn’t believe when it worked! Ahmed turned me on so much - he was young, cute and had a “no fucks” attitude. He came from the other side of town, which just made him hotter too. He found me hot because of my money, my car and my easy life. I wasn’t what I would call rich, but for him it was a step up. I looked wealthy from my preppy style, my shirts and nice leather shoes, but in reality, I was just very careful with money.

It was so hot to be in Ahmed’s body, but now that I was in his body, I wasn’t sure what to do as him. I went shopping for a bit, but I checked my wallet and had pretty much nothing in there. I also saw the security keeping an eye on me. Eventually, I grabbed a beer and headed to the river to chill. I wanted to play some music, but I didn’t have any headphones, so just decided to play it on loudspeaker. I got some looks, but that made it hotter. Was pretty chilled, and nice to have no where to be and no commitments or responsibility.

A few hours later, my phone buzzed and I could see through the cracked screen that it was a message from “David”. So hot to see my old self texting me. “Hey Ahmed, wanna meet up in town for a beer? My treat ;)” I didn’t have anything else to do, so I thought why not! I took this bus (since I didn’t have my car anymore) for the first time in ages.

We met outside a bar, and I had to do a double take, since I hardly recognized myself. “What the fuck, Ahmed? Where are my clothes?? Did you pay for that with my money?” I looked so different. I always thought I looked cool with a preppy look, but this street style also made me a bit hard.

“Haha, you’re Ahmed, I’m David, and of course, I used my own credit for these. Ripped out the tags in the shop and put them straight on. I decided I needed a new style. Looks pretty sweet huh?” He replied, adjusting his hoody to sit slightly on his head. I hope none of my friends see me looking like this, but he did ooze confidence. He then broke out a cigarette and started to gently inhale smoke into my virgin lungs

I wasn’t used to being the smaller one. He was looking imposing in my body. I started shouting at him and I could hear my new accent coming out. “Chill, bro” he told me “Let’s go for a drink and then I’ll drive you home. Here, a cigarette will calm you down” He handed me one and I started inhaling. He was right, I was much calmer already. “Nice one, just keep playing on a bit longer, and if you’re lucky, I’ll fuck your tight Arab ass.”

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Three Puppies

Vin (19), Eric (19) and Jake (20). All college frat bros. The three of them had met on the first day of college and had become inseparable. So they decided to room together in an apartment near campus, right across the street from Daddy’s dungeon. Daddy watched the three boys closely for weeks.

Vin was a math genius, who loved numbers and went about his time mostly studying. He did become a horny bitch at night though, jerking off for hours.

Eric was the sweetest, endlessly kind and a favorite among the college girls. He had already fucked many girls with his thick cock. He was also an athlete, playing soccer on the college team.

Jake was a basketball player for the college and the party boy of the three. He got drunk on every weekend and was probably the one who had the least direction in his life. Despite majoring in English, the boy had no idea what he wanted to do with his life.

Daddy watched and took notes. Then on one night when all three were asleep, Daddy snuck into the apartment and, one by one, chloroformed each boy. Their struggling in their beds, as Daddy held the chloroform rag to each boy, made Daddy hard. The fear in their eyes before they passed out. Daddy also got even harder looking at the passed out boys in their pajamas-

Vin wore a white tank, plaid boxers and black ankle socks.

Eric was shirtless besides blue boxer briefs, sweatpants and white socks.

Jake wore light blue pjs with a button down top and drawstring pants and was barefoot. No underwear underneath the drawstring pants.

Daddy carried Vin over his shoulder and dragged the other boys with a foot in each hand, as he transported them to the dungeon. They will make good puppies, Daddy thought. Young and full of energy…and full of cum.

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Eric woke up first. What the fuck? Had it been a dream? He had woke up to a muscled silver fox of a man holding a funny smelling rag to his face. He remembered trying to kick or punch the man and all that struggling being useless. He should stop watching horror movies at night, obviously it had just been a bad dream -

Eric was naked.

He wasn’t naked when he went to bed. And he wasn’t in bed. He was in a cage. What the fuck? He was in a dog cage! One small enough that he could only get up on his hands and knees. Eric started to panic. His wrists and ankles had thick leather cuffs on them too. But the thing that sent him over the edge was that he looked down at his cock…..and saw that his big cock that had been praised by so many….was stuffed into a chastity device and locked. He gripped the bars of the cage, which had a small open square on one side of it (big enough to stick his head out), and shook the cage.

“HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

“MPMHMM?!”

Eric turned his head and gasped. In an equally small cage right next to him was Vin. He was also naked, with leather cuffs on his wrists/ankles, but had a panel gag locked onto his mouth.

“VIN?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” “MPHMMM!!!”

“ERIC?!”

Eric turned to his left and gasped again. Jake was in another small cage next to him, also naked with leather cuffs on him, but with a blindfolded locked over his eyes. He was trying desperately to pull it off, but it was secured tightly, so he couldn’t see a thing.

“JAKE! I’M HERE!”

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?! WHAT THE FUCK?!” screamed Jake, thrashing in his cage.

“I DON’T KNOW, DUDE! I don’t…..okay, okay guys, let’s figure this out. We can get out of this. We can do this, we just have to figure out how to -

A hand reached into Eric’s cage through the opening, gripped the boy’s hair and pulled his head through the opening, forcing a panel gag into Eric’s mouth, tightening it and then putting a lock on it.

“Puppies don’t talk, boy. You need to be silent”

Eric pulled his head back into the cage and pushed himself to the farthest part of the cage to get away from Daddy. He tried to rip the gag out, but the lock would not move. Vin looked at him with pity.

“ERIC! ERIC WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT- “ cried Jake, who still couldn’t see anything through his blindfold.

“Oh Jake, so much barking from you. You need to be silent too, silent puppies until you’re tamed. Come here”

“WHO ARE YOU?! FUCK YOU!” screamed Jake. But Jake’s head was pulled through the opening in his cage too and Daddy forced another panel gag into his mouth, putting a lock on it as well. Now Jake couldn’t see or speak, sending the boy into a whimpering state.

“Oh Vin, now that all of your friends are gagged, you need a special addition too. Eric has his cock locked up, Jake is blindfolded. What should we do for you?”

Vin shook his head “No! NO!”. Daddy reached through the bars of the cage, pushing off Vin’s arms trying to push him away, and attached nipple clamps to Vin’s nipples. Vin tried to pull them off, but Daddy linked the boy’s wrists cuffs to the front of the cage, making him unable to get the clamps off. Vin screamed into his gag.

“Okay pups, now that you’re all awake and gagged. I’ll introduce myself. I’m Daddy, I’m your master now. Your old life at college, being frat bros, fucking girls, playing sports. All of that straight boy stuff. That’s gone. From now on, your life is with me in this dungeon….serving me sexually. And becoming my puppies. You see I get hard from making boys into pups sometimes. And in looking at you three, I thought you’d make very cute fuckable pups”

Eric looked on in horror. Jake continued to thrash in his cage. And Vic was whimpering from the pain of the nipple clamps. They had had everything yesterday, straight college bros on the top of the world. And now this. Jake felt the most lost, his hands clawing at the locked blindfold and gag.

“So first step….paws. Puppies don’t have hands” Daddy grabbed four pairs of leather mitts and threw them in front of each cage. He kneeled down and put them on Vin first, as his wrists were already secured to the front of the cage.

“NO PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T!” moaned Vin through his gag, as each hand was encased in the mitts, secured tight and like everything else put on them….secured with a lock. Daddy unchained Vin’s wrists from the front of the cage, even if the boy wanted to remove the nipple clamps, his hands were useless now in the mitts. The clamps would stay.

Eric fought Daddy, cursing him. This would not happen to him or any of them, he would find a way to get out of this. If he could get into the pants of a ton of girls on campus in the span of a semester, he could escape this, he thought. He was deemed too nice sometimes, but under all of that, he had a mind that planned shit. He could —-Daddy managed to grab Eric’s arm and encase his hand through the mitt, then with some fighting - the other mitt went on as well. Eric stared at his hands, tried to push the mitts off, but nothing helped. He stared at Vin in the other cage and tried to reach out to him, to comfort him or something, but he quickly saw….there was nothing to grab onto….his hand indeed was now just a paw.

Jake started to cry as the mitts were put on him. He had started off in this horrible place with no sight, then no ability to speak, and now his hands were taken away.

“MPHMMMM!!!!”

“It’s okay, Jake. It’s okay. I know this is tough. You’ll get used to it, after all you had nothing going on” said Daddy as he petted the boy’s head like a dog. Jake continued to whimper, feeling humiliated to be “petted”. He was a strong straight boy! He won the college so many basketball games. He was the king of all drunken house parties….but the man was right…..there was really nothing waiting for him back at that college besides an English major and more booze. He had been unable to make a decision about his future and now Daddy had made that future decision for him. Jake curled up a ball in his cage, putting his hands between his legs.

“Next step are the collars. Now these may seem excessive to you. They’re very big metal collars, and they will be very heavy on you. But I think you all need it. Put your heads through the openings of your cages”

Eric cursed Daddy. Vin continued to beg for mercy. Jake didn’t respond.

“Do this….or I will make sure that dinner isn’t served. And I’m sure you boys are hungry”

Jake was the first to break at this. He got on his hands and knees and put his head/neck out of the opening of the cage. Eric, forgetting that he was gagged, shouted “NO! Jake, don’t do it! Resist dude! Resist”

“That’s my good puppy, Jake” said Daddy as he hooked the collar around Jake’s neck. The thing was HUGE and heavy, with a ring at the front of it for a leash. Jake brought his head back into the cage and laid down again, or laid down as best as he could with the huge collar.

“YOU WILL NOT PUT THAT ON ME! YOU WILL NOT! I’M NOT YOUR PLAY THING!” screamed Eric.

“I can see I have a very wild dog in you, Eric. Wild pups need me tamed, maybe with a hit from a rolled up newspaper” said Daddy as he easily over powered the boy and brought Eric’s head and neck through the opening in the cage.

Vin watched as Eric was collared and prepared himself to be next. The math genius was going through numbers in his head - how many hours since they’d been taken? How many hours till someone noticed? Would anyone notice? That stuck in his mind. They were straight college bros with little family, and there were a ton more college bros like them…..there was the possibility that they’d be stuck here. Vin was still a virgin though! He wouldn’t be able to fuck a girl! He really wanted to fuck a girl. Shit! In moments, the collar was on Vin too and the boy groaned under its weight and his sore nipples from the clamps.

“Ok boys, now your dog faces” Daddy took out three dog masks (happy dogs with the tongues sticking out - which would cover their entire heads). “But first, you know, I think I like you boys being blindfolded as well. As Jake is. You don’t need to see. Daddy will lead you by the leash all the time.”

Eric lost it and began actively shaking his cage. Vin submitted, as Jake had. They were trapped at this point….until they were let out of their cages. Eventually Eric and Vin were blindfolded and the dog masks placed on all the boys.

“Now my favorite two parts…’ said Daddy as he wheeled a platform forward. On the platform were three steel structures that Vin quickly realized (he had been able to slightly nudge the blindfold off one eye)- if their collars and wrist/ankle cuffs were attached to it - the steel structures would keep each boy on hands and knees, with head up tall and ass sticking out. Daddy took each boy, one by one, out of their cages by a leash and secured them in these structures. Vin stumbled, barely being able to see. Eric fought until Daddy punched him in the gut. Jake crawled out on hands and knees like a good dog.

“Each dog need it’s tail…”

Even in their blindfolded/dog masked state, the boys felt Daddy lube up their asses and stick a big butt plug inside them….the plug having a long dog’s tail on the other end of it. They couldn’t move an inch though, being strapped into the steel structures which held them on hands and knees- their necks painfully pulled up and their asses pushed up/back. Eric broke down. It was too much. Being naked, the mitts, the gags, the blindfolds, the collars, the dog masks and now….these tails. He couldn’t keep up the fight anymore. This was beyond humiliation. All three boys whimpered in their gags as their assholes clenched against the butt plugs.

“And finally, we will milk you animals. Eric, I’ve kept you in a chastity device as I’m sure that big cock of yours is always horny. Let’s take it off and see how much cum we can get out of my new puppy. Oh that’s right whimper as I stroke you. It’s okay Vin and Jake, Daddy will milk you next. You animals need to be tired out…and after all of this we will start a nice game of fetch the ball. And then dinner in dog bowls. All three of you are so beautiful like this…..all mine….be a good puppy”

Vin, Eric and Jake were milked several times. Their cum collected in jars for safe keeping. The straight boys would not be able to look at each other again, until they were put in the same cage for the night. Their dog masks removed, blindfolds removed. The cage was small for all three boys, so they had to lay on top of each other. They had never seen each other naked before today, had never felt so exposed. Their sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. Suddenly an odd thing happened. Jake started to woof from behind his gag. Then Vin joined him and then Eric. It was as if their words had been taken away by the training today….and no matter how hard they tried to form real sentences….their mouths just went “Woof!” ….like a puppy. They lay on top of each other, naked in their gags and mitts, secured in their cage…and woofed all night…..the final indignity…..human language disappearing from their straight boy lips.

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Mick woke up, sweat dripping down his face as he was jostled awake from his dream. He rubbed his forehead, panting. He had been having the weirdest dream. A gang of young punks, all pulling off their rank, smelly shoes, and rubbing their feet all over his face. Pinning him to the ground, forcing him to taste their sweat and inhale their scent.

He shuddered, and looked down at his throbbing, leaking morning wood. He’d been constantly assaulted by dreams like that ever since the other day. He worked as a security guard at the mall, and had gone up to some young punk that was smoking pot in the parking lot. Some college freshman or similar, with a band t-shirt and ratty jeans. Before he’d been able to say anything to him though, the guy had just pushed off one of his dirty converse shoes, and propped up his long, unwashed bare foot on the sidewalk. Mick had looked down at it, and breathed in that dirty, musky scent. So electrifying and vibrant and strange, making his heart pound faster.

He had ended up wandering off and leaving the stoner alone, but he’d had these confusing feelings ever since. He found himself stopping outside the windows of mall stores, staring at converse or socks and almost drooling. He shook off the memories, and started getting dressed in his uniform. But as he was pulling on his blue pants, his fingers brushed over something rough and sensitive on his asscheek. His cock bounced when he touched it, as it sent pleasure rushing through his skin. What the fuck?

He turned, angling himself in the mirror so he could get a better look. Imprinted on his ass was a rough white circle, with a red star in the middle. The converse shoes logo. He blinked in shock. He touched it again, and almost moaned, his cock gushing with pre.

This was getting too weird. He needed answers. He pulled up his pants carefully, and headed to the mall. The whole drive there, his weird feelings only increased. His butt on the seat felt intensely pleasurable, and he had to adjust his seating constantly. When he arrived, he got out and looked around behind him, pulling his pants down slightly to check things out.

Around the logo, his skin was changing colour. It had darkened to a matte black, and when he touched it, it felt like stiff fabric. He looked in his side mirror, and was shocked to see his hair had receded, leaving him bald and smooth. His skin looked strangely pale, too.

He hurried over to the parking lot, and saw the same guy that had started all this. He was wearing his same band t shirt, and smoking again, but this time one of his long feet was bare. Mick stomped over, shaking slightly with nerves. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from that unwashed bare foot.

The smoker leaned back, and lifted his foot up in the air. Mick’s mouth felt dry. He wanted to yell and roar, and demand an explanation. But instead he took the foot in both his hands, and started to rub it. He pressed it against his face, inhaling the smell, feeling the warmth. He needed more.

He ripped off his work shirt, and wriggled out of his pants. Then he lay down on the floor, naked, and rubbed the stoner’s foot over his chest. Fuck yes, that felt amazing. This is where he belonged…

His legs started to change. The black fabric spreading down his thighs and calves, and up to his feet, completely replacing his skin. He felt his lower body bend up, and fold around the stoner’s ankle, his butt now raised in the air and showing that logo proudly on the side of the younger man’s foot. Mick’s back felt stiff as it started to turn white, his skin toughening into rubber and forming a ribbed sole texture against the floor. His arms wrapped around the foot atop him as he started to shrink, with his hands and arms also becoming that same black fabric. His cock throbbed and twitched desperately, so close to orgasm.

The stoner reached down, and pulled on his dick. It stretched out, becoming longer and thinner as it turned white, and became loose and floppy. Yet it felt no less pleasurable, as it was strung out into a long shoelace. The stoner began threading it through holes in Mick’s skin, criss crossing it and pulling him tightly around that dirty, sweaty foot.

As Mick’s head began to transform completely into white rubber, he opened his mouth wide and slid it over his new master’s dirty toes. They wiggled against his tongue, as his face attached to the edge of the black fabric, and his head became the toe cap of a new converse shoe.

The stoner flexed his toes and placed his foot back down, before blowing smoke over his new possession. Mick’s lace tightened and twitched slightly, before all his thoughts began to fade. He wanted only the musk and scent of his master’s feet. He was nothing but a shoe.

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