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Day 01 - Chastity

CW: corpo, chastity, dubcon.

After the AI bubble crashed, corporate was desperate for new ways to increase profit. The new trend? Mandatory chastity devices for everyone at the bottom line.

From now on, you'd be caged 24x7, only freed for a few moments if you got a favorable monthly review.

Some complained at first, but managers soon started to receive more and more... attention from their subordinates, all in search for that sweet, short reprieve.

While production remained the same, morale's at an all time high, and hey, can't argue with results!

Day 02 - Pet Play

CW: petplay.

"I wanna take you to my playroom," the dragon said.

Sawdust crunches beneath your feet as you enter. There's a giant wheel mounted to the side, a water cooler at the corner, and some brown-painted pillows on a bowl.

This is not what you expected when he said his tastes were very... singular, but once the hood was on and the head scritches started to come, none of that mattered.

Day 03 - Watersports

CW: watersports.

You're still unused to your partner being the one blowing you, so when you start to feel the pressure on your groin, you warn your partner that you're about to come.

They stop blowing and use their hand instead, but to your surprise, you and the couch end up getting coated by a stream of a different kind of liquid.

You cover your face in shame, but your partner grabs your hand and reassures that it's all okay. Even though it's the fourth time (so far) it's happened...

Day 04 - Paws

CW: paws, indentured servitude.

You jump at the opportunity to get a "free" upgrade to fly in first class, but when you arrive at your new seat, you find a thick boar sitting on it.

The flight attendant drops you to your knees and chains you to the bolt at the boar's feet, where you spend the next 6-8 hours tending to his feet.

After the plane lands, you get a small bathroom break before you're chained again to tend to the next passenger, your debt still not being fully "repaid."

It was a tough job for sure, but, hey, you've got more leg space and those feet definitely taste better than the peanuts!

Day 05 - Musk

CW: musk, armpit, worship.

You expected your roommate to not be happy about turning off the AC to save electricity. What you did not expect is for the hyena to shove you deep in their pit to show you how much they needed it.

They leave you there until you reach some fort of agreement. From now on, if you wanted to turn the AC off, you'd be giving them a full-body tongue bath in compensation. A win-win situation for the hyena...

And you.

Guess who's saving money not ever turning the AC on from this day forward?

Day 06 - Pool Toys

CW: pool toy TF, inflation.

Not knowing how to swim had always been a huge inconvenience, and you were pleasantly surprised when your best friend offered to solve the issue for you. Nowadays, the issue is waiting for them to fish for the valve inside your new plastic butt and blow you back into shape whenever you go out.

Especially when it's in public, like today, where you're more than glad that no one can see the embarrassment hidden beneath your now perpetual smile.

Day 07 - Macro

CW: Macro, armistice.

Knowing that there was no way to win the way, your world's leaders reached an agreement with the invasive alien species. From now on, you'd spend the rest of your days holding a weighty huge ball, a giant foot keeping you in place as they take a swing.

Your world's landmarks serving as nothing more than cure decorations and obstacles for the giant's new "mini" golf course.

Day 08 - Micro

CW: micro, CV, dubcon.

The ox assembled a press conference to quell the rumors about using an anal toy to cheat on the tournament, but when someone started to question that it was a micro instead, he dropped his pants and agreed to a full-cavity search.

As long as no one noticed the small outline on his right ball, everything would be okay.

And as long as you secured him the championship, you would be okay as well...

Day 09 - Hypno

CW: hypno, implied non-con.

You jumped at the opportunity to help Croco the Magnifique with his "act", the smiling crocodile completely unaware that he was about to get exposed as the fraud he was.

You wake up in your hotel room the next day with a sore throat, a sticky feeling on your cheeks, and no recollection of what happened the day before. Next to your bed lies a flyer.

"Croco the Magnifique..."

Weird name, but it didn't matter. You'd make sure to go and bust him and all his "hypno" crap!

Day 10 - Dry Humping

CW: chastity, nullge, teasing.

Given how often you quit on stuff, your partner was more than a little skeptic when you mentioned that you wanted to take part in locktober. He agreed to help you, under one condition.

He bought you a set of shiny new underwear, and after putting it on, a lock shined on your crotch, sealing you for the whole month.

Ten days in, your partner has enjoyed frotting, licking, and toying with the lock display all the time. Making you squirm, with no release.

And no backing out now, since they've the only key.

Day 11 - Frotting

CW: armistice, frotting.

Historians gathered at the unveiling of a box containing several documents before the fifty-year war. Inside of it were several mementos, suggestive letters, and even a photograph showing the leaders of both sides naked together. No penetration, just their lips interlocked as they stroked their cocks together. Their balls were touching as well.

Breaking News shocked the world that day: The two country leaders used to be roommates!

Day 12 - Leather

CW: leather, body TF, mind change, corruption.

The more your partner smoked from the cigar you gifted him, the more he changed. Bigger. Hairier. Meaner.

While you liked it at first, it soon got too much too handle. But, as much as you wanted to turn him back to normal, the smoke had the opposite effects on you. Smaller. Hairless. Wimpier.

Now, it's not unusual to find him at the leather bar, you at his feet licking his boots or prepping him for his new lay for the night.

Day 13 - Power Bottoming

CW: brats.

Looking at the current state of the fandom, the furry elders gathered in the conclave. Soon after, galleries were flooded with pictures and stories about leashed tops, bratty bottoms, and bottom pride imagery. Songs abounded about promiscuous bottoms who knew what they wanted and went for it.

The dawn of a new age, one where people would no longer fear the phrase "and they were both bottoms"...

Day 14 - Service Top

CW: paws, harsh language.

The two-day worn sock presses to your face.

"Like that, don't you? You... you... bitch!" Your partner removes their foot and curls up on the bed. "I don't think you're a bitch," they say between sniffles.

You approach them and reassure them that everything's okay.

While definitely less intensity than you'd like, you appreciate the fact that they try.

Day 15 - Bondage

CW: bondage, micro, insertion.

After ensuring his partner's wrist were safely bound, and the blindfold was in place, the raccoon took off his pants to reveal the surprise.

Tied to the tip of his dick, a tiny you brushed his partner's insides in just the right way with every thrust.

A bright future lied ahead of you as the couple's newest toy.

Day 16 - Public

CW: exhibitionism, oral, pol.

"And if you take a look at last week's polls, you can clearly see..." the fox moaned for the audience to see.

This was the first debate using the new format. In order to get better ratings, both candidates would be receiving live blowjobs, the loser being the one coming first.

An unusual approach, but one that proved to be very effective at mobilizing younger voters.

The fox moaned as you continued nuzzling their mid-section. The fate of the country and the world depended on your skills.

Day 17 - Cock Milking

CW: cock milking, corpo.

"No experience needed," the ad had said. And yet here you are, outside your boss' office, hearing the bull complain about your sloppy mouth technique, tight orifices, and tiny hands.

You were transferred the day after. The sheep appreciated your assets more, and while you liked them as well, you knew that this was only while your training lasted.

Day 18 - Size Difference

CW: plausible size difference, petplay, role reversal.

You nodded along the teasing comments about the "Pet" tag on your collar, your shyness, and how small you were compared to your partner.

You didn't mind. After all, once the lights were down, you knew well who'd be the one on their knees.

Just one of the many perks of being into kitten play.

Day 19 - Transformation

CW: TF, human to animal.

You regretted answering the door after having an hour-long conversation with this guy from the new Animal Shelter.

You regretted it more as you dropped on all fours and your body started to itch while fur grew along your body.

The employee scratches behind your ear and tries to reassure. After all, your new owner passed all the screening tests, and they had their eye set on you from the moment they first saw you.

Day 20 - At Work

CW: corpo.

You didn't bat an eye when the recruiter said that the company had an open door policy, but now you can't help but notice all the people having sex in the doorless meeting rooms as you stroll around the halls.

A buzzing catches your attention. It's your boss, they say that they got a gap in the calendar and are pushing forward your 1:1.

Day 21 - Daddy

CW: age difference, body TF.

It all started innocently, you opening the door to find your retired neighbor inviting you for a drink. You accepted out of courtesy, but quickly got entranced by the older man's anecdotes.

Days went by, and the two of you hanged out more and more. It was often to vintage places where you could often see older men with their family, but you did not notice as you were completely focused on your neighbor's stories. His rugged looks. The twitching tent in his pants...

You started to put on weight, dressed more like the man, until one day he finally invited you inside his home. You lied on the couch as he unzipped his pants and entered you.

A carbon copy of the older man, just younger, inexperienced, and more than eager to please.

Day 22 - Stuck

CW: indentured servitude, shackled, prostitution.

Guilty of theft, you're shackled to the stocks in the Sinner's Row until you pay your dues. A jar next to you for people to tip for your "community service".

You use your mouth to clean your latest customer as he reaches out for the jar.

"Sorry, need some change for the bus," he says before depositing one last load in you. Half of the your day's earnings leaving with him.

Day 23 - Vore

CW: vore, graphic?

It's always baffling why people like Snow Cones. They're so rough, so brittle, and let's not get started on all the fur...

Wait, what do you mean that they're not supposed to be made of Snow Leopards?

What's next? People taking out the screams from ice cream?

Day 24 - Latex

CW: latex, drone, corruption.

You cry in anguish at your former comrade, trying to bring them back to their senses, but it's all futile.

While the symbiote increased their abilities, no one expected it to slowly creep its way from their crotch until it completely encased them in a shiny new black form.

The new mission? Convert every other being in the planet.

You'll make a nice and useful obedient drone, hero.

Day 25 - Corruption

CW: corruption, macro, destruction.

Stomping out a nano was unfortunate, but it happens.

Stomping out a micro was an accident.

Stomping out someone your size was hot ngl.

Stomping out a macro was retribution for their destructive tendencies.

Stomping out a planet was your divine right.

Stomping you, that's just routine.

Day 26 - Glory Hole

CW: TF, inanimate, cursed object.

"Beware if you're not pure of heart," the legend said but on a drunken stupor, you stick your dick inside the lion-wall's mouth.

To your surprise, it starts to suck you off, but as you climax, you find yourself immobile, a lion now standing in your place.

The wall starts to take on your shape. Stuck there, people inserting their hands and more on your mouth, until the next "pure of heart" cums.

Day 27 - Toys

CW: teacher, public, humiliation.

Your cybersecurity professor continued the lesson, this time focusing on the dangers of public networks. To demonstrate, he typed something on his computer and several of your classmates twitched as a buzzing echoed through the room.

Your smile faded however when he moved on to password security, when your own toy started to vibrate.

Day 28 - Werewolf Encounter

CW: gangbang.

Stay on the road.

Keep off the moors.

Beware the full moon.

You dismissed the locals advice as just superstition, but now that you're lying on the ground naked and surrounded by fourteen erect wolves, you know better now.

You make sure to return one month later, to keep the wolves busy and the people safe of course.

Day 29 - Demon Summoning

CW: role reversal, superiority.

With all the preparations ready, you chant the incantation over the signet.

Magic vibrates through your skin, but when you open your eyes, you find yourself in a hellish landscape. A giant demon grinning in front of you.

Silly mortal.

What made you think a superior being would teach you the way to bind him and bow to your whims instead of the other way around?

Day 30 - Ghost Hands

CW: ghosts, filming, unseen sex.

Your job description said that you were only there to film, not to take part in the show, so you kept mum while you saw the first signs that this house was actually haunted. And as clothes fly by and moans echo, you keep on filming.

If nothing else, you're sure you can still get some value of that footage...

Day 31 - Human Furniture

CW: hypno, human footstool, dubcon.

The last couple of weeks have been hard for you, so at the request of one of your friends, you decide to finally book a therapist. You confide to them your feelings of loss, of helplessness, of aimlessness.

The rabbit just nods along, and when you're done, they finally speak, "I know just the right thing for cases like yours." They put their pen in front of your face, and swing it.

Side to side.

Your vision starts to blur.

Left to right...

A heavy feeling on your back brings you back to your senses. Your arms and legs are bound tight. You turn your gaze up to see the rabbit's smiling face.

You try to escape, but it's all in vain. Not because of your restraints, but because your body no longer responds to you, but then the rabbit lowers his pen again. You stop as a wave of content washes over you.

You're now a footrest.

You no longer lack a purpose.

You're where you're meant to be.

Forever underneath your master's feet.

And you wouldn't want it to be any other way...