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Day 1 - Sluttification

You wished you didn't feel this way, but looking at the huge wolf cock before you, the knot so huge and filling, you couldn't stop yourself from getting on your knees and nuzzling the member.

Your hole starts aching and your mouth waters.

You can't remember the last time you had a good cock inside you (had you ever?), but the burning within you assures you everything will be okay once you have a good, fat, cock filling you.

Fat cocks. Throbbing. Leaking. Cumming. Filling you.

As long as a cock is buried within you, the itching will cease.

As long as a cock is in your mouth, your thirst will be satiated.

As long as there's a cock involved, you'll be happy.

And what better way to show it than to service your new Master and moan your thanks.

~~~

Day 1 - One For All

You were told by management that a special group of guests would be arriving today, and they asked you to be OBEDIENT.

You felt the words change something inside you, but you couldn't say what, so you ignored the new feeling.

Despite never meeting them before, the moment you locked eyes on them, you felt butterflies in your stomach and a fire burning in your loins.

Without being told to, you ushered them into a back room, wanting them all to yourself -- they're YOUR customers to service.

Customer service mode activated, you wait on the groups ever order, not even noticing they aren't ordering food nor that their orders aren't normal.

One says to strip, so you oblige.

One says to make out with him, and you gladly do it.

Another asks to fuck you on the table, so you crawl on the, shake your ass at him, then smile as wide as you could as he enters you.

It's your duty to assist special guests with anything they desire, enjoying every moment as a obedient customer service worker.

~~~

Day 2 - Goo

The creature had you trapped and you were just waiting for it to finish you.

The largest slime beast you'd ever seen had sneaked up on you and forced you inside of itself.

You held your breath and watched your clothing disappear.

You were naked within 10 seconds and expected it to start melting down your body just as quick....but it didn't...

30 seconds, you needed to breathe.

45 seconds, your lungs started to burn.

60 seconds, you couldn't stop the reflex and opened your mouth wide.

It seized the opportunity to flood into your body and...fed you oxygen...?

No longer about to faint, you felt a tingle in your crotch.

As your dick hardened, you realised that the SUPERIOR slime had something else in store.

It entered your urethra and your balls expanded as they filled with amazing goo.

Your gut expands as more slime is pumped down your throat.

As it makes its way inside you, you realise your life had been a lie; your true purpose is to be an incubator for the glorious Slime King!

~~~

Day 2 - Resistance

You had no way of knowing how much time had past. Hours? Days? Every moment felt identical to the previous as the milker didn't stop for even a moment.

Your cock felt so horny, so needy, so good, and so close to orgasm...but you couldn't...

The man who tied you up make his intentions quite clear: his subconscious programming would remain inert, leaving your free will intact, until your orgasm.

Sadistically, he instilled in you the ability to perfectly hold off orgasm as long as you want to.

You've been at the edge for so long. All it would take is just a moment and you'd blow your load and make the torture end.

You've resisted for what's felt like an eternity.

But for now you have hope. And as long as you have hope, you'll resist your fate.

~~~

Day 3 - Trigger

Your boyfriend comes home and calls out to you, saying he's been thinking about your cock all day and he wants a little cum-flavoured treat after a long day of work.

You call out saying that you're busy at the moment, but you can fuck tonight.

The disappointed otter, semi-expecting you might say 'no', decides to force the matter.

He claps his hands once. Then says your full name. Then claps once more.

All your thoughts are sent scattering, leaving you completely empty minded.

Your boyfriend walks into the room.

As the otter explains his desire for your vitamin D, you're unable to disagree with him.

You turn to face him as you cock becomes rock hard. You fish it out of your pants and wait.

Your boyfriend gets to his knees and swallows your dick, and you're glad to give him a your treat.

~~~

Day 3 - Unaware

You open the door and see your best friend standing there. You pull him into a hug (sniffing his armpit) and let the ram inside.

You offer him a drink and he accepts (while massaging your crotch).

You tell him to take a seat.

He takes his seat and you take yours (on the ground, between his legs).

He picks up the remote and says he'll put on a movie for you to enjoy, and you feel so happy that he stopped by.

The movie (gay porn) begins and you watch it (stroking your cock through your pants).

You squirm in your seat (as you jerk off), and the ram asks if you want a snack, which you eagerly accept!

He takes out the snack (his cock) and presents it to you, and you dive right into it.

You savour it, licking and sucking it (as he moans).

Before you know it, you've finished your snack (he cums down your throat), and you return to your seat to finish watching the movie (jerking off to gay porn).

Suddenly you tense up and sneeze (cum), making a mess of your crotch, but the movie (porn) is over.

Your best friend thanks you for your time, gives you a hug (you sniff his pits again), and leaves.

And now that's he's gone, you can change into pants that don't have snot (cum) on the crotch.

You hope he stops by again soon; you really enjoy quality time (orgasms) with him.

~~~

Day 4 - Recruit

The bar was weirdly busy and you were too understaffed to handle it.

Most patrons, mainly the regulars, were understanding, but one bear just kept complaining about the slow service and how he could get beers faster, and cheaper, elsewhere.

Had enough, you decide to give him your "special" brew on the house.

Thinking he's won, he drinks it.

Despite not drinking anything else, he acts heavily intoxicated, becoming loud, having slurred speech, and being unable to string together anything more than simple thoughts.

Announcing that you'll help him sleep it off, you take the ursine to the Employees Only room and begin what you do best.

While he's drunk and compliant, you slip him more of the "Obedience Brew" you've created, until he's still and silent.You whisper to his subconscious.

Telling him how he secretly wants to be a bartender.

Telling him that he's jealous of you, and he lashed out because of it.

Telling him that he wants to work for you.

Telling him that he wants to make you proud.

When he wakes, the bear apologises profusely, saying he'll do anything, even work for free, to make it up to you.

And you smirk, accepting him as your newest employee.

~~~

Day 4 - Smoke

You've seen the boar work at the restaurant a few times, and you decided you want to see him a little more intimately.

He greets you and walks you to your table and gets you some complimentary water.

He walks away and you pretend to look at the menu.

After a few minutes, in a practiced motion, you take out a cigar and quickly light it up before anyone can stop you.

He rushes over to your table and says you need to put it out.

You blow a lungful of smoke at him, apologise, then say you'll smoke in the alley.

He breathes in the fumes and his mind appears to be stunned by your actions.

You exit to the alley and continue to smoke. A minute later he comes out and finds you. But before he can say a word, you blow more smoke at him.

His thoughts soon become cloudy.

You feed the boar more and more of your smoke, telling the mindless man how much he enjoys it, how much he wants it, and how much he needs it.

You hand him a card containing your number and address.

You walk away, knowing he'll be calling you the second his shift ends.

~~~

Day 5 - Rebel

The Company's takeover had been swift. Starting out as a small store, within a year it was buying out major corporations. Now, the majority of businesses had connection to The Company.

You could tell who worked for them with their dead eyes and smile.

They'd talk about how much they love their jobs and how glad they are to get a chance to work at The Company.

Reading too many hypno stories online, you assumed the worst case scenario had happened IRL.

Conspiracy theories of like-minded individuals popped up, drawing you in.

You'd read post after post, view image after image, watch video after video. Each new fact solidifying your dislike of The Company.

Eventually, they developed tools to undo whatever brainwashing had occurred, and you were more than willing to volunteer your services.

You took a job up at a major branch. Immune to their mind manipulation, you pretended to be like them, biding your time.

When the order came, your brothers attacked once like a single unit.

Every monitor filled with un-brainwashing spirals which burrow into their minds.

With each person saved, you could feel their minds join you in The Resistance.

Here, they are free from The Company.

Here, they will be free like you.

Here, you will all be free as one.

You have helped take down The Company from within, and you'll be greatly rewarded.

~~~

Day 5 - Hero

As the police took away the third villain you defeated for the day, you said your farewells and left to return to base.

As you left earshot of the public, you let out a deep, horny, groan and groped at your crotch, feeling the cage under your suit.

The arousal you feel for putting that villain away sets your crotch on fire with intense need. The only reason you can keep it together around the public is that your Heroic Spirit keeps you subconsciously in check.

But now, outside of prying eyes, you're a lust-filled mess.

You eventually arrived at the base. Walking through its halls, you hear the moans and groans of heroes in the same predicament as you -- their Heroic Souls making them nearly too aroused to function after a good day of hero work.

You head to the Leader, hoping he'd release your crotch. But when the leopard sees you, he snaps his fingers.

Your mind shuts down, allowing him to talk to your Heroic Spirit directly.

It's been two months since Leader appeared.

And it's been two months since you all last came.

~~~

Day 6 - Eyes

It was lust as first sight.

You were enjoying a drink after work when the big bear sat next to you. You looked at him, and when you locked eyes, you felt a deep relaxation take hold.

The two of you started talking, and you took every moment to stare.

Something about the bear made you want to keep engaging with him, and your cock getting rock hard told you that you were doing the right thing.

You catch a twinkle in his eyes again and silently moan, secretly hoping he picks up on how crazy you're becoming for him.

Being brave, you give his thigh a rub before excusing yourself for the bathroom, shaking your ass seductively with each step as you walk away.

He follows.

Too horny to care, you don't notice as he locks the bathroom door behind you.

You stand in front of the mirror and he stands behind you.

You stare at his eyes as you remove your pants.

You stare at his eyes as he starts to fuck you.

You stare at his eyes as he cums inside you.

You stare at his eyes at his eyes at his eyes his eyes his eyes his eyes his

~~~

Day 6 - Pet

You always wanted a pet dog ever since you were a kid. And now, since you were a stay-at-home-sub for your Master, you had wanted one even more.

Master's house was really big, and you felt a little lonely every time he'd leave you alone while he worked.

And then, one day, Master returned home with someone new -- an otter, wearing a leather pup hood and paw mitts on his hands and feet, walking on all fours.

The otter seemed...familiar...? Like you knew him in a past life.

You told Master this, and he snapped his fingers.

When you came to, you released how silly you were!

Pup is a pup, not an otter!

Pup was never your best friend before you met Master!

And Pup is the perfect pet that you always wanted!

You hugged Master, thanking him for his kindness, and vowed to train Pup to be a perfect pup!

~~~

Day 7 - Possession

It had been two months since the new tenant moved in, and you weren't going to let this one get away like the others.

You had moved too quickly -- too eager -- and scared them away.

You've learnt that patience is a virtue and to take your time.

The burly husky falls asleep and you make your move again.

In your ethereal form, you line yourself up with him and enter his body. After doing this many times, it eagerly accepts you without resistance.

His conscious mind is asleep, allowing you to have some fun.

You walk him to his computer and load up the playlist again.

Goon Yourself Gay -- Horny Hole For Any Pole

A hypno video series designed to make the watcher gay and needy for cock.

You never believed in hypnosis in life, but you'll do anything to weaken that mind of his.

Since he was asleep, the files could blast his subconscious perfectly, and the results spoke for themselves.

His porn, previously straight, was now completely gay.

And with yesterday's dildo purchase, it shouldn't be too long until he doesn't notice you taking over permanently.

~~~

Day 7 - Sport

Some people say they have the best job in the world, but you think you all have them beat.

You're the coach of a pretty good wrestling team, getting to watch buff men in tight clothes grapple and grope, while getting paid.

But it's better than that.

The whistle around your neck -- one blow and everything becomes more interesting.

Using techniques you've picked up over the years, each of your players receives a personal induction that causes their minds to empty out at the sound of your custom whistle.

Empty of thought, you're free to give them new thoughts, which their minds soak up like sponges.

While the effects are temporary, with enough repetition, the commands last longer and longer.

Currently, their attraction to each other, and their hyper-libido, lasts two weeks.

But with your weekly training sessions, they'll never get time to recover.

Half of the training is proper training, but the other half is now a sweaty, musky, wrestler orgy with you in the centre of it all.

And that's why your job is the best.

~~~

Day 8 - Body Swap

You both agreed to the deal: 48 hours in the other's body, commencing midnight Saturday morning, ending midnight Monday morning -- just enough time to have fun and then go back to work on Monday.

But you had other plans.

Shortly before midnight switch-back, you took some muscle relaxers, put on a custom-designed hypno visor, and strapped the cock milker to his crotch.

You timed things perfectly so that, the moment he swapped back into his body, the visor and milker would short-circuit his brain.

The process would run for 24 hours, gooning him into your obedient servant.

You'd then pick him up on Tuesday and enjoy your new toy.

The milker started ramping up, and the visor started with it's spiral, and you knew it was time to swap back.

And then you did.

The electrodes on your cock and balls sent pure pleasure into you.

The gasmask visor filled with sweaty socks and underwear forced you to huff musk.

You couldn't fight the DIRTY MUSK PIG programming your SEXY, SMELLY MASTER had left you.

Touché was your final, free, thought.

~~~

Day 8 - Clothes

The gruff skunk walked into your clothing store, demanding you fix his jeans, torn at the crotch and giving you a great view on the tool he's barely concealing.

You give the chubby give a quick look over and realise you can fix more than his pants.

You pretend to be timid and agree before quickly ducking away and returning with a suit you've saved for a very special occasion.

You toss it at him, hitting him right in the face, and tell him he can wear that while you fix his pants so he doesn't wonder around naked.

He runs the fabric through his hands and you can see his inner turmoil -- a badass like him doesn't wear fancy shit like that...but it feels so nice...

Eventually, he strips, his cock hard as he put on the dress clothes.

You then walk up to him and grab his bulging crotch.

As you stimulate him with the fabric, you can sense a prim and proper personality makes its way forth.

Your favourite part is when his eyes shift from a strong lust into a deep love as he stares at you while bucking his hips into your grasp.

When he cums, your new skunk husband pulls you into a kiss, thanking you for helping him stress test his new suit; the outside is bone dry despite his cum soaking his crotch completely.

Nuzzling you, he says he can't wait to see how many loads it'll take tonight before it leak.

~~~

Day 9 - Sex Toy

On the rat's profile, he bragged that his cock was all a bottom needs in order to cum. Through the grapevine, you had heard he was a real two pump chump who's dick looked better than how he could ever use it.

You messaged him to meet up at his home.

With a well-placed grope, and a whisper in his ear, you manage to convince him for some foreplay.

You take out your special fleshlight. Subtle runes run along it and the text "INSERT DILDO HERE" at the opening.

You watch the rodent lube his fat cock and insert it into the toy.

The runes light up and the fleshlight takes on a life of its own, pleasuring every inch of his cock. His moans sound like screams as he's bought to the edge of orgasm with no hope of release.

The glow from the runes infect his eyes, and then his moaning completely stops.

The fleshlight keeps its frantic speed, but he doesn't react at all. You give it a few more minutes for the magic to soak in before you remove the toy.

His cock was so hard that you didn't think it could get harder. True to the words written, his dick was just a dildo now.

You used him for an hour or so, and he only regained conscious thought when you were done.

His dick quickly softened without cumming, and he thanked you for using his dildo.

You checked his profile a month later, it now saying he was a public-use pole for any hungry hole.

~~~

Day 9 - On Display

The familiar chime of the store door opening fills your mind, emptying whatever stray thought you may have had.

Turning to face them, you start to pose to show off the new summer swimwear line, which leaves nothing to the imagination.

Your hard cock shows them how much fun they can have in the sun, and your sunglasses conceal the spirals that are a permanent fixture while you're on shift.

The sign in front of your stand tells customers they can be as hand-on as they'd like to, to test the apparel adequately.

He rubs a hand against your bulge, stretching the fabric over it, testing the limits to the stretch.

He walks over to your backside and massages your ass, admiring how well you fill the swimmers.

He returns to your front and bends over, getting you to grind against him.

Your orgasm begins to approach, but before you can climax, he pulls away suddenly and goes to the model beside you, feeling him up.

But before you can feel bad about the denied orgasm, the store's door opens, you hear the chime and you reset to show off the AMAZING merchandise.

~~~

Day 10 - Tentacles

They wanted to create a mindless abomination -- something they could control -- and initially, you were just that.

They re-taught you how to read, how to communicate, how to walk again.

And they also taught you how to use your new appendages.

From small protrusions in your back, you could bring forth tendrils which, in time, you could control as if you were born with them.

They thought you were dim-witted, but you getting smarter and smarter every day.

It took just one slipup for you to show them how smart you were.

As your handler turns his back to you, you ran forward and wrapped a tentacle around each limb and, instinctively, one down his throat.

He struggled to break free.

And then you felt it. Something pushing out of your tentacle and down his throat, causing him to stop fighting.

A few minutes later you felt that you should release him, so you did.

He coughed out some fluid before declaring his undying loyalty to you.

He said he had a plan to do the same with the others - to make them see how great you were.

And 24 hours later, you controlled them all.

~~~

Day 10 - Corruption

It started out small -- barely a whisper -- telling you to that it was okay to fail a spell, and that taking a break will help you.

You knew you fucked up big time. You know that if you were hearing the whispers, something had latched onto you.

You dedicated your studies into seeing what happened and try to and figure out what has locked onto you.

But the voice just told you to relax and crank out a nut or two, saying the post-nut clarity would help.

It droned on and on, and before you knew it, you were cumming.

The voice became louder, congratulating you, but saying you still weren't relaxed and you needed to fuck to truly feel good.

Your research eventually found what had attached to you: a lustful soul -- the purest desire to empty your balls and spread its essence through your cum.

When you woke the next morning, you found your panther flatmate covered in your FUCKING SEXY cum.

The voice told you HE DESERVED IT and was MUCH BETTER AS YOUR FUCK TOY.

You tried to stop the thoughts, but the voice said YOU WERE SO HORNY and NEED TO FUCK.

You told yourself it would be a quick fuck, just to RELAX and EMPTY YOUR BALLS.

And once you plunged into his open hole, the voice disappeared.

Of course it would disappear. You were silly to think something was controlling you. Your OWN THOUGHTS tell you HE NEEDS YOUR CUM.

~~~

Day 11 - Monitor

Tied to a chair, you barely had enough time to understand what was happening before the first commands seared themselves into your mind: stare ahead; don't shut eyes for more than a second.

Just two simple commands to make you stare at the monitor.

You're helpless, unable to do anything except sit, stare, and absorb while the video plays.

In your peripheral vision, you notice a monitor turn on, followed by another, followed by another.

Your eyes subconsciously widen to take in as much of the monitors as possible.

Each monitor with its own programming, trying to change you in different ways.

With all the different personalities and commands the monitors blast into you, it's impossible to remember who you are.

All that's left is to wait and see which monitor's personality wins out.

~~~

Day 11 - Machine

One foot in front of the other, you run in place while using the treadmill. Your legs burn with each step, but the end will be worth it.

And it was.

Your session finished and the UI exploded with dopamine triggering colours, promoting deep bliss.

It's been two months since you started going to the gym due to their free trial. They advertised themselves as a state of the art fitness experience, with custom workout trackers at every piece of equipment to track your personal profile at every stage.

You got set up in the system, put in some half hearted goals, and then set off.

The system would tell you what equipment to use, how to use it, how long, and where to go next.

All the while it's pretty lights and colours making you feel a deep accomplishment with every set.

The trial had ended, but the gym had already been integrated into you daily routine, so you couldn't just stop it.

You returned day after day. Obediently going from machine to machine.

And when one of the machines says to issue your friends free trials, you obey what it says.

~~~

Day 12 - Personality

The bar had good reviews, so you wanted to spend some time there, winding down after a long day looking at spreadsheets.

And then the bikers came in.

Seeing you at a booth by yourself, they sat next to you and trapped you in.

You could smell the cigar stink on their clothes and the alcohol on their breath. One wrapped his arm around you and you could smell hit pit through his clothes.

Despite never seeing them before, they talked to you like you were an old friend. Recounting fun times and stories.

You were the centre of each story they'd tell, and who they described was a tough, dominant, man who loved getting into trouble but who loved power-bottoming for his friends nightly even more.

You couldn't stop their words from becoming memories as you laughed along with them.

You didn't know when you started drinking with them, but by the fourth beer, you had started recounting stories of your own.

Especially sexual ones.

You loved riling the guys up as it made for a better fuck later, and you were itching to drain their balls.

When it became late, you and your buddies all left as a group, lighting up your cigars the moment you stepped outside.

Putting on a helmet, you take a seat riding bitch with one of them, letting them all know who you'll be riding first later tonight, while you huffed his scent.

~~~

Day 12 - Forced

The moment your phone pinged with the custom ringtone, your body went on auto-pilot.

Every time Master wants to talk, you acknowledge it as soon as you possibly can, even when you're hanging out with your best friend.

Which is what you're doing.

You'd seen the message a few times, but didn't think it was due for a few weeks, so your stomach dropped the second you had eyes on it.

The first person who you see, make them mine.

The command was absolute and you couldn't refuse.

Unable to stop, you excuse yourself.

Away from the living room, away from your best friend, you navigate through your phone until you find the video before casting it to the TV.

You could see it's hypnotic lights bounce off the walls, and you could hear the programming blasting through the speakers.

You call out to your friend, hoping that he was turned away when it activated, but he didn't respond.

You know from experience that meant he was lost.

When the video finished, you cast another, and another, and another to the TV, customising your best friend.

You had tried to select the files that gave him the most free will, but your level of autonomy was a rare treat from Master.

When it was all finished, you walked him to your car to drive him to his new home -- to his new Master.

~~~

Day 13 - Conversion

As the bull sucked you off, you could feel his tongue piercing against the underside of your shaft, dragging along it pleasurably.

It reminded you of a chastity piercing -- the top of a lock, designed to make sex uncomfortable, but allow orgasm.

But before you could cum, you felt a quick stab of pain in your dick, so you quickly pulled him off to look.

Your eyes widened as you saw his tongue piercing now lodged in the head of your cock. There was no damage or wound, and it looked as if it was years old.

Before you could even say anything, he shoved himself back on your dick, running his tongue over your new piercing.

Pleasure overloaded your senses and it...felt right...?

Thoughts flowed into you about how natural it was for your dick to not fuck -- that oral was better.

You got closer to orgasm again, the sensations making you glad you weren't fucking some hole.

You came down the bull's throat and he drank it all up.

As you recovered, he pulled down his own pants to reveal an identical chastity piercing on his cock.

You show him thanks by deepthroating him, your tongue brushing over his piercing.

Your mind seems to connect to it and you're flooded with the desire to share this gift.

The natural state of man should be sucking, not fucking, and you can't wait to share all of it.

~~~

Day 13 - Armour

They said the armour was modified from dragon scales to make you immune to most of the beast's attacks.

Resistant to fire, prevents scratches from their claws, dampens hits from their hands/tails.

Initial tests were good. So they bonded you to it.

It was a long process to surgically graft it to you, ensuring you were protected without fail.

You were then sent on a mission to take down a dragon and return with its body so they could make more armour.

You entered its cave and went face to face with the large anthro.

The beast took in a deep breath while you smirked -- it's fire couldn't hurt you!

But it didn't breathe out conventional fire.

As the flames engulfed you, you felt a burning...in your loins...

You drop to your knees, moaning, as your cock hardens behind it's scales.

You grope your crotch and the dragon laughs. He then explains exactly what will happen.

He'd stop his pillaging and destruction, but in return, he wanted a sacrifice.

He provided the enchanted kobold armour that's embedded into you, and he activated it with his heat.

Submissive kobold thoughts and desires have been woven into you, making you unable to remove the armour or resist.

The dragon is your superior.

The dragon's word is law.

You live to serve the dragon.

His presence makes you aroused.

You're a horny kobold, aroused by obedience.

~~~

Day 14 - Costume

You open the door to find your target, the jaguar your whole police force had been looking for, laying in bed and jerking off.

You point your gun at him, demanding he stop moving, and you watch as he stops mid jerk.

You blush at the sight.

The man was known for brainwashing civilians and turning them into his personal playthings.

You had received a tip off, and luckily it paid off.

You take out a gag and two pairs of handcuffs from your belt. Gag goes in his mouth, handcuffs fix him to the bed.

With him secured, you decide to teach this villain a lesson he won't forget.

You hop onto the bed and get between his legs before diving onto his cock.

No matter how much he bucks and moans, you don't let up. Even when he cums, you show him true justice by sucking harder.

Only when you've had your fill of serving justice do you pull off him and head to the bathroom to clean up.

You find a slutty nurse outfit and a note saying "wear this".

You take off your police costume for the nurse one, your backstory updating accordingly in your mind.

You head over to your patient and see him tied up and gagged! You quickly undo his restraints.

He mumbles something about updating the cop's fetish for over-stimulation, but you don't know what that means because you're just a live-in nurse with the sexiest patient ever!

~~~

Day 14 - Humiliation

After being dominated by Master, he had got you to record yourself jerking off, fingering yourself, confessing your love to him, stating you were proud to be owned.

Sometimes all in the same video.

In the moment, you were so spiral-brained that you thought it was the horniest thing, but once you sent the videos, and after the triggers wore off, all you could do is cringe at what he made you say and do.

By now you've sent him a few dozen videos of yourself.

But today was different. He didn't ask you to record a video. Instead, he sent you a video. Specifically, a few dozen videos of you all stitched together as one.

He then provided a simple instruction: upload it to a specific site and jerk off to the mind-blowing sexy porn video.

You upload it to the site he said, and then started your 3 hour long session jerking off it to, ignoring your phone as it dings with notifications.

When you're finished, you finally realise where you uploaded it to: your social media account with all your friends & family added.

~~~

Day 15 - Villain

You read somewhere that every powered-person can make money from their abilities, and they were right.

For you, one touch is all it took for you to dive into a person's mind, make a few tweaks, and they'd give you their wallet and you'd walk away.

While this didn't make you a big time villain, it did get the attention of some supers who thought that perfect mind control *might* be a little too powerful.

You managed to evade their radar, but then the fearsome tiger managed to figure you out and corner you.

But luckily for you, he never figured out how you did things, and the fight was over before it even begun.

Diving into his mind, you realised that you had a perfect opportunity to use this super to get everyone off your trail.

Diving into him mind, you set things in motion.

A few days later you were in your new husband's house, him sucking you off hungrily as you watched the news.

It was a report saying that a petty thief memorizer had been killed after resisting arrest and attempting to enthrall a team of heroes.

No one was hurt; you just convinced the team to make them believe they killed you.

They brought your "corpse" back to headquarters where you made quick work burying yourself into everyone's minds.

You don't know what you'll do yet, but for now you want a new husband every week~

~~~

Day 15 - Long Distance

When you log into the video call, the chubby husky is already jerking off, groaning your name as he imagines that he was with you, touching you, tasting you, smelling you.

He had been your favourite experiment.

You met him just once in person while you were on vacation. He looked cute, but you thought he'd look cuter zonked around your dick.

With his mind as wide open as you made his ass, you took his number and decided to see how well you can train someone without seeing them again.

It felt awkward at first, but after a couple months, your weekly digital sessions became just as normal as physical ones.

After emptying his mind with a quick induction, you ask him to take out the package he'd have received earlier in the week.

He does so.

You tell him the package contains a new uniform that he must were as much as possible, and that he'd love it.

He takes out the chastity cage and remote-vibrating buttplug, his eyes widening as his programming makes him accept your words.

You watch him cum from gratitude.

As his dick softens, he cages it. He then shows you as he shoves the plug in his ass.

You open your phone and enable a preset for the plug, watching as he moans.

The experiment has been a great success, and you start to think about remote-enslaving someone from every state.

~~~

Day 16 - Magic

You didn't know how the ferret was doing it, but the stage magician was doing some sort of light illusion that made it's way across the audience.

You were transfixed at the sight, as was the rest of the viewers.

And then it flew directly into you.

It took under a second for it to flight right through your head, but that second was the best second you've ever had.

It was if time stopped and overloaded your brain with pure bliss.

You were still reeling from that high all until the end of the show.

You just HAD to see him again. You NEEDED to ask him about the lights. So you sneaked backstage and barged into the ferret's dressing room.

He smiled as he saw you, then he snapped his fingers.

The light returned, but this time it wrapped themselves around your arms and legs.

You witnessed true magic as he made you levitate towards him. You were face to face, staring into his eyes, feeling the light within him enter you.

It felt good to look into the light and have its colours get beamed directly into your soul. You never wanted it to end.

You didn't know how much time had passed when the magician let you go. You wanted the light back, to make everything bliss again.

But you didn't have to worry!

He had offered you a role to be his newest assistant!

And you accepted, eager to stay be his side forever.

~~~

Day 16 - Ancient

You couldn't believe that the expedition your professor took you on would lead you to actually find something!

You and the shark were wondering the previously discovered ruins for fun, when you suddenly tripped, ran into the wall, and broke it.

At first you were both shocked at the damage, but when you saw a hidden room, you became excited!

Shining a light inside, all you could see was a small statue on an alter.

As he had the larger arms, your professor went to grab it, but the moment he touched it, it became dust.

The dust then came for him, flying for him before entering his mouth and nose as he coughed and choked.

A deep blue glow filled his eyes while his clothes disintegrate from his body, leaving him naked.

He gropes for his crotch, fishing out his cocks as they become erect.

The sight leaves you stunned and speechless.

The shark then looks at you with his glowing eyes, then grabs you by the forehead.

Your vision fills with blue as your GOD'S aura completely infects you.

All unrelated thoughts disappear, leaving only him inside your mind.

Your body feels compelled to move on it's own, and you can't stop it.

You strip, kneel, and begin to suck off each cock, alternating between them.

GOD hadn't felt an orgasm in centuries, and it's your duty to worship in any way he needs you to.

~~~

Day 17 - Scent

With his dirty underwear and socks stuffed into your mouth, when the chunky beaver sat on your face, you were forced to breathe in through your nose.

His ass-musk assaulted every part of your nostrils as you tried to not suffocate.

The first few minutes, it was hard to breathe. Ass on your face, his feet pinning down your arms, his arms pinning down your chest.

You tried to fight and get up, but his weight had you locked down.

But after a few minutes, it became a different type of hard.

It was hard to think, and when the heavyset man started massaging your crotch, that also became hard.

He groped and stroked you like he was tugging on a rod of arousal attached to you.

Your breathing became deeper, taking in more of his ass-funk with each sniff.

With each new second, you forgot about being trapped and focused more on being horny.

Horny for your cock getting played with.

Horny for the man sitting on you.

And, most importantly, horny for the delicious smell in front of you.

You push your face deep inside his ass crack.

Kissing, licking, and rubbing yourself at the beaver's hole, you thank him for the treat he's giving you.

You rub your tongue along the dirty clothes in your mouth, sucking on them, tasting them.

At this moment, you pledge yourself to become just like this stud of a musky man.

~~~

Day 17 - Brain Drain

Each day, your husbear was getting more and more Bear Brained.

You had planned it to happen over the course of a couple months to not alert him, and it was working perfectly.

All you had to do was add the formula to his dinner.

His libido skyrocketed in that first week, leading to a near-permanent bulge in his crotch. He went from cumming 3-4 times a week to a minimum twice daily.

And you were more than happy to receive it.

His cock kept him too occupied for him to notice anything was different.

He started getting more scattered brained, losing focus more, and forgetting things that should be trivial to him.

But all you had to do was grope his crotch and remind him of what he should be paying attention to, and that shut the bear up.

When he forgot to go into work one day, opting to stay at home and jerk off to porn in the living room, you knew there was no going back...but why would you~

He was still the same loving husbear you married, but now he was dumb, horny, and obedient.

The extra sex was great too.

~~~

Day 18 - Company

It was the first day at your new job and all you could think about was how weird it was for all forms of management to be Lions.

While the employees were all diverse, every form of leadership were lions.

You wondered if that would affect your promotion chances one day, but you decided you wanted to stick around for a bit.

Finishing off your first day, you were given some headphones and were told you had to watch a mandatory employee induction.

You slipped them on and sat down.

It started with the CEO, a lion, giving a rundown of the company, its history, etc.

It started off boring and generic, but part way through, you could help but zone out while looking at the handsome CEO, wishing he was here with you.

You drank in his appearance, enthralled.

Your cock hardened as you watched him move around on the screen, not even paying attention to what he was saying.

If you did, you'd be hearing him talk about how lion are sexy, how they can be trusted, that it's normal to obey, to submit, and to be submissive and aroused.

The video ended and your supervisor returned to the room, his hard cock out, and you instinctively went to suck him off.

As he came down your throat, you felt pride to be working for such an amazing company, with amazing, lion, manager to boss you around.

~~~

Day 18 - Mind Control

When the coyote removed his hand from your head, you could still feel his psychic connection gripping you like a vice.

The five minutes of contact felt like five years as he embedded himself deep into your mind and soul.

His first few commends came through quickly: enjoy everything, bend over, need for cock, and need for him.

Your cock hardens as you enjoy what's happening.

You get on your hands and knees before him.

You feel can ache inside of you for cock.

And an ache inside of you for him.

He waits for you to beg for him, for his dick, before he plunges inside you.

Your mind tells you that this is what you want, and you can't help but agree.

Filled with pleasure, you orgasm approaches quickly, but he stops it by saying you can't cum until after he does.

You're trapped on the edge of orgasm as he fucks you hard.

He says more things at you, which your brain locks on to. His first order to enjoy it makes you want him to command you, to control you, more and more with each word he says.

When he cums inside you, your dick shoots instantly. Pleasure courses through your veins as you scream and moan.

When he pulls out, he tells you that you're going home with him, that you crave him, and nothing will be as satisfying as him.

And your mind instantly agrees.

~~~

Day 19 - Game

One hand on your cock, your eyes on your screen.

You had lost track of time, and lost count of your orgasms, since you booted up the game.

You saw an ad for one of those "you'll cum within 10 seconds!" games and, instead of scrolling, you clicked it.

Something about the ad caught your mind, mesmerising you.

The gif of two hot men fucking drew you in and you couldn't help yourself.

You weren't even in the mood to jerk off, but something about the ad made you want the game ASAP.

The game booted you to a character select screen where you chose the hottest models before continuing.

But instead of a loading screen, you were greeted with a full-screen spiral and your headphones blasting static commands into your subconscious.

As the spiral kept spinning, your mind imagined a scene with the characters you selected. Before you could even start to jerk off, your the spiral demanded you cum, so you did.

Hand on your dick, eyes on the screen, your imagination went wild like never before.

Even when you were shooting blanks, the "game" didn't want you to look away.

It needed you in place, watching it, as it did its job on your subconscious.

But as long as your conscious mind was being fed the horniest thoughts possible, you'd stay planted in your seat.

~~~

Day 19 - Defeat

The rabbit boasted of his sexual stamina.

While most of his species had a "hare" trigger, he was proud to say that he enjoyed a single session of longer sex than the other bunnies who'd fuck for 20 minutes and cum a dozen times within that time.

So you challenged him to a bet.

You bet that, deep inside, he was just like his brethren, and secret loved 2-minute orgasms, and all you'd need is 30 minutes to show him.

Confident in his ability to cum maybe twice, rather than twenty times, in 30 minutes, he accepted.

You got to work, jerking him off right away, while lowering your voice a few octaves to better speak to his unconscious mind.

You tell him how good it feels to let go, to cum, to empty his balls as quick as possible.

On the five minute mark, you surprise him with an orgasm.

You tell him it isn't enough, that his balls need quicker release, they need emptying.

Before the nine minute mark, he cums again, looking concerned.

You keep at it, goading him more, feeding him words of arousal until he cums again and again.

On the 20 minute mark, a look of defeat and loss is plain to see on his face. His persona shattered as he's just another horny rabbit.

On exactly 30 minutes, you pull away, but he doesn't want it to end.

He jerks himself off, emptying his balls with rapid orgasms like a rabbit.

~~~

Day 20 - Objectification

You wake up between Hole and Pole, your two newest members of your family.

At first, you only obtained Hole. Using a hookup app, he willing came to and entered your house.

The wolf's guard lowered, you slipped on the visor and started.

It didn't take long for him to realise his true self: a living fleshlight who existed solely for cock.

As long as there was dick involved, he wanted it inside him. And if dick wasn't involved, he didn't care about it.

But a week later, his fox husband showed up at your door.

It was easy for you to invite him in, slip something into his drink, then wait for him to be too relaxed to resist the visor.

When he woke, he also realised his true self: a living dildo who exists solely to fuck with this permanently hard dick.

If an ass or a mouth needed him, he'd lend his cock for assistance. If it wasn't about fucking, he didn't want to hear it.

You wanted your toys to stay united when not in use, so you made them seek each other out.

When they get together, they lock into place, snuggling.

You're pretty sure they can't remember each other with how single-tracked their brains are, but you like to imagine they're happier now.

You don't have use for them right now, so Pole lines himself up with Hole and plunges in. Without thrusting, the pair lay back down, content.

~~~

Day 20 - Mask

You struggled harder in your bindings as the gasmask was lowered over your face. Your mouth was forced open as something long and wet entered your throat, keeping your maw permanently open.

It's latex fused with your face and starts expanding down.

You started to panic as you couldn't breathe, but then the two air filters appeared on the sides, giving you precious oxygen.

The latex covered your head completely and stopped at your neck. Unless someone could ID you from your body, it became impossible to tell who you were.

You didn't think it could get worse, but then you watched as two canisters emerge, making their way to your air filters.

The effects were instant.

One side assaulted you with a powerful aphrodisiac, the other shutting down your mind with a heavy brain fog.

In under 60 seconds, you were hornier than you'd ever were in your life, and you didn't have a single thought in that mind of yours.

That made it easier for your keepers to come in, untie you, and usher you to the training chamber where there was a man with an identical gasmask.

He silently trained you to become an obedient follower just like him. He even showed you what would become your favourite feature of the gasmask:

While you couldn't see it while wearing it, your mouth-tube connected to a fleshlight mouth, making you perfect for face fucking~

~~~

Day 21 - Power Reversal

You were too focused on getting new hypno-subs and fucking them that you didn't notice your older subs regaining their individuality due to lack of reinforcement.

After dinner you went to lounge on the couch, but quickly fell asleep.

You woke up tied to your own reprogramming chair, milker on your cock, dildo up your ass, and visor on your eyes.

Four of your oldest projects stood before you.

You tried to order them to stop, but your mouth was gagged, preventing you from triggering them to free you.

They explained that, although you were still their Master and they still craved to obey your every word, they thought you could use some mental adjustments to make their lives better.

You tried to escape but couldn't. After verifying you couldn't, they flipped the hypno switch.

You were attacked with unstoppable pleasure that numbed your mind, allowing the programming to easily embed itself.

The usual programming time was 8 hours, but they extended it for a full 24 hours to ensure your mind was nice and altered.

They were with you when you woke up.

Your heart filled with joy when you saw your subs that you handpicked because you loved them.

You order for them to give a group hug, which they obey eagerly.

You're so blessed to live with so many men you love and adore and who you get to dote on every day!

~~~

Day 21 - Training

The skunk wanted to be your hypno-apprentice, so you took him onboard (who can say no to a free gift like that) and said you'll start teaching him once his willpower can resist you.

Before he can make up his mind, you empty it for him.

Every night you snap him out of his trance to let him sleep, then every morning you'd trance him again, hoping he'd develop some sort of resistance.

Every day, it takes slightly longer to zonk him, and every night he excitedly tells you how much more control he has.

But it still isn't enough and he always goes under in the end.

You don't mind though. It's handy having a free set of hands around to do all your odd jobs under the guise of "training" him.

And when he's lucid, he's still excited for when he can finally resist you.

Then one day, you try to get him under, and you can see him resisting hard. His face eventually snaps into lucidity as he breaks out of your control.

The skunk is excited to finally start learning something.

But then you use a different zonk method, and he's back to square one.

~~~

Day 22 - Size Difference

He said he wanted a bigger cock, and you said you can give him one. All he had to do was frott with you and you'd give him your length.

The badger stripped naked and so did you. Sitting on the bed, you got close and touched cocks together.

You take in a deep breath and exhale, feeling your magic flow through you and into him. You both moan as the process begins -- your cock shrinking and his growing.

The flesh changing size causes constant stimulation as if you were fucking and jerking off at the same time.

As his huge dick takes your size and towers over your smaller nub, you move to the next phase.

Your dick -- an extension of yourself -- is now a part of him, so you call upon the magics to gain full control over yourself.

And since you're a part of him, you gain control of him.

He couldn't even know what happened as your grip over him cemented.

At first, controlling others like this was difficult, but now you can control them like a third limb.

You have a perfect puppet at your control, with a dick now big enough to satisfy and fill you.

You'll let him have his huge cock for a while, but when you get bored, you'll take it back with interest.

It's always fun seeing the life return to their eyes, followed by confusion as they look at their smaller member while you get a new thick and hard one.

~~~

Day 22 - Old vs. Young

Your mind was a battleground for the two hypnotists, leaving not a trace of thought.

The pair of weasels were in the middle of a bet.

The older one claiming that older hypnosis methods are best.

The younger saying new methods are better.

They kept taking turns while using your mind as their guinea pig.

The older would sway his pocket watch in front of you, and the younger would hold up his phone with a spiral video.

The older would whisper submission to you, while the younger played an enthralling soundtrack.

Each were masters of their craft and neither wanted to give up.

In the end, they decided on a more long term challenge: one would issue you a command and then hand you over, then the other would spend 24 hours undoing the command, issuing their own, then handing you back.

Day after day, for weeks on end, you were constantly subjected to hypnosis via all methods you could think of, and some you didn't even know existed.

After two months of this, they put their egos aside and called a truce; all techniques are valid if they get the job done.

During those months, the pair grew accustomed to your presence and didn't want to lose you.

So they, together, decided to become your owners.

Instead of daily swapping this time, they'd keep you for 7 days before handing you over.

But you didn't mind; you were eager to serve.

~~~

Day 23 - Servant

You're sitting on your bed, reading a book, when your trained ears pick up the ringing of a hand bell.

The moment you notice the jingle, you put down your book and rush to the source of the noise.

Standing outside the door, you compose yourself.

Calming down your breath and fixing up your bow-tie, you enter the room.

With your first step inside the room, your mind tells you that you took 58 seconds to enter. It's barely an acceptable time, and you feel shame for it.

But you're a professional and don't let it show.

The peacock lounges before you with his feathers out, and you lose yourself in his many gazes.

Your conscious mind doesn't hear what he says, but you know your subconscious will handle it.

All you want to do is bask in the sight of his many eyes.

You can't recall much about your service under Master.

You can't recall his orders. You can't recall doing them. You can barely recall his appearance.

But what you can remember is his vast selection of books in his library, which you get to read during your downtime~

~~~

Day 23 - Drone

You press the call button in your room and wait.

After about 70 seconds, a featureless person stands before you. Body bound to its rubber suit. Face wearing a mask.

You think he was a bobcat before the conversion? It's been many years.

You tell him he's 10 seconds slower than what he should be, and he let's out a brief groan before stopping.

The nulge between his legs vibrates audibly. That 10 seconds of slowness will provide him 10 hours of edging as punishment.

With him now here, you can begin.

You order him to strip you and lay down, and you take your place on top of him.

You rub your cock on his nulge and enjoy the vibration it gives as you frot with him.

Reaching over to the bedside table, you grab some lube and coat your cock before spreading his legs wide.

You unzip his ass to gain access to his hole, then plunge inside of him.

His hole is still perfect after all these years, a perk from getting his custom designed, and it doesn't take long before your unloading inside him and zipping his ass back up.

Having had your fun for now, you dismiss your drone.

The combination of getting fucked and having his nulge edge him has him moving noticeably more careful; he knows better than to show too much pleasure in front of you.

He shuts the door, and you return to watching TV.

~~~

Day 24 - All For One

You sit in the pew, jerking off your cock in time with everyone else, listening to the Holy Father give his sermon.

Each word of the bear felt like sex as he reinforced his teachings of the Horny Ursid -- your almighty God.

The Horny Ursid, with the Holy Father teaching you, helped you all realise that true happiness comes from a happy cock.

Every stroke is a prayer. Every orgasm is an act of worship.

The Holy Father has shown you the best life possible, and you'll always be thankful.

He instructs you all to shut your eyes and jerk to the memory of your first day, which is almost identical to everyone else.

You were kidnapped, tied up, and forced to lay on an altar. You pleaded for escape, but the Holy Father ignored you, pulled apart his ass, and sat on you.

Your face is filled with his musky bear butt, and your ears are filled with his voice, telling you of your place.

Your place as a servant of the Horny Ursid, and, by extension, a servant of the Holy Father.

Your resistance quickly turned to loyalty for the Holy Father.

The memory of it all has you quickly cumming in your chair, but you don't stop jerking off.

No one does.

As long as the Holy Father is performing his sermon, you'll keep jerking off.

You are all his devoted followers who gladly listen to the Horny Ursid's teachings.

~~~

Day 24 - Mythology

You were so excited to get your hands on it!

The book was about old gods, fake gods, dead gods, and gods you've never even heard of!

You had pushed for the museum to get it, and, after a lot of convincing, they did!

And now you can read it.

You read though the book, familiar with most, and took notes of the ones you were familiar with.

One that drew your attention was a god of carnal lust and desire, said to take innocent men and pervert them to his will.

As a hypno kink enjoyer, your cock hardened at the thought.

As a horny little joke, you decided to read aloud the transcription that is supposed to summon him.

The moment you finished, a bright light exploded in front of you, and a huge anthro lynx stood before you.

Before you could speak, his arm, ethereal, plunged through your heart.

He yanked your soul from your body and fucked it, corrupting it with his cum, then returning it to you.

You couldn't help but get horny and start jerking off in his presence. When you came, he disappeared back to where he originated.

But you were left forever altered.

No matter how many times you re-read the passage that night, the lynx wouldn't return. He helped you feel pure pleasure and left you in your reality.

When a security guard found you that night, you got him to read the book and, as expected, the lynx returned to fuck his soul.

The two of you fucked, which felt better than any sex you've had.

You realised the best way to feel good again is to keep fucking more soul-fucked people. And the best way to do it is to spread the word.

So, you take a photo of the passage, then upload it for the world to see.

~~~

Day 25 - Master

Your heart becomes a flutter as Master walks into your room.

The boar is everything to you, and you're so glad you get to spend every day in his presence.

You stared into his hypnotic eyes, giving him your full attention.

He says he's going out tonight and wants you to brush his tusks as beautiful as possible.

You think it's impossible to make perfection more perfect, but you agree.

You fetch his specifically designed tusk-cleaning equipment and return to Master.

Master opens his jaw, and, in that moment, you become nothing more than his obedient toothbrush.

Your fingers entered his mouth to get to the back of his thick teeth to ensure every spot was polished to perfection.

And when you're done, you smile at the perfect job you've done.

You held up a mirror for Master to inspect the job.

He praised it and gave you a pat on the head.

The acknowledgement of a job well done filled you with pride.

As you helped him into his limo, driving by another under his command, you returned to your room and waited for him.

~~~

Day 25 - Visor

You walked through the dark forest, dodging obstacles with ease thanks to your visor's night vision function.

You had become enamoured with the tiger a few weeks ago and wanted him under your command.

Every night he jogs, alone, through this forest.

As he turns your corner, you jump out in front of him. He could barely see you, but that didn't matter as you visor's external screen exploded with blinding light.

Going from darkness to as bright as the sun left him stunned, allowing you to make your move.

You pushed him to the ground and sat on him, your weight locking him down while your arms kept him pinned.

You leaned forward and shoved your face at him, your visor's external screen changing.

His panic kept his mind distracted and allowed the visor to take over.

You whisper to him, telling him he's a good boy, an obedient boy, and that he enjoys this.

It doesn't take long before his cock is poking at your ass, which tells you that he's ready.

Getting up, you take him to his new home and put a hypno-visor on him, starting his training.

~~~

Day 26 - Slave

The doberman walked on stage wearing nothing except for a jockstrap which bulged obscenely with his artificially massive cock.

He had a blank smile and glassy eyes, which tells you he might have been recently broken due to no injected personality.

The bids went up, but you bid higher; the prospect of training a personality inside him from the ground up was too much to pass on.

The auctioneer announced you had won, and you had a spring in your step as you went to collect your new prize.

He was a lot bigger than you thought; your face was perfectly in line with his pecs as he towered above you.

You signed the paperwork and retrieved his information booklets with various facts about his previous life and, most importantly, places he should avoid.

But that didn't matter as he wasn't going to leave your house.

No, you'd have him housebound 24/7 as your horny loving, daddy.

His mind will only be of you, serving you, living for you, but not because he's "brainwashed" but because he "loves his boy" and wants your approval.

~~~

Day 26 - Restrain

You could feel the rope around your body that's tying you to the chair. You could feel your muscles straining against it. Your limbs ached from the exertion.

But your eyes saw nothing. No rope. No binding. Nothing holding you back.

The dragon, standing before you, was gloating. He boasted that his mental prowess was second to none and that you were quick to go under.

With just a few suggestions, he claimed to have tied your mind up and your body naturally followed; his mental binding became physical ones.

You told him that it wasn't real. That hypnosis was fake. That mind control was garbage, and he must be using thin rope or something.

Then he started to speak, and you could feel the bindings both loosen in some places and tighten in others.

It felt so tight around your waist, wrists, ankles, and the joints between them.

You felt them yank you into a standing position where you struggled against the invisible restraints.

You were powerless to stop them from dragging your limbs into various positions.

Your bindings forced you to walk, pose, and dance in front of him, your body moving in directions that should be impossible for rope to not get tangled.

You realised his words were true: he had restrained your mind, and your body followed suit.

~~~

Day 27 - Trap

You broke into your boss' office. Earlier in the day, you saw resumes for a position you wanted, and you wanted to increase your odds.

Nothing major; just throwing out some external applicants the skunk had never heard of.

You hid after work, calling security to say you'd be back late doing overtime, then entered the dim office.

You go to his desk drawer and open it, but instead of seeing the resumes, you're hit with a blast of skunk musk.

It coats your face and torso as you choke and gag.

The scent is so strong and overpowering that you don't notice the time pass, and you also don't notice when your boss waltz in.

He clears his throat, and you look at him through a haze of stench.

He says something about a new position for you as his tail wraps around you.

Your mind can't resist as he forces you to your knees and pulls down his pants, revealing his ass to you. He forces you against his hole and says it's been a while since he's had a good ass-kisser working for him.

Your body moves automatically as you rim his sexy skunk butt.

At work the next day, and each day that followed, you kept at your job. The only change is how agreeable you were to your boss.

Your colleagues called you a brown noser, and they were right; every day, you go home with him and spend your time eating that addicting ass of his.

~~~

Day 27 - Object

It didn't take long for you to dislike your new otter flatmate.

The guy seemed to only have two braincells: one dedicated to getting swole, the other dedicated to not showering.

His BO stunk up the place so bad, opening the windows barely helped.

He kept leaving his gym equipment all over the place, and you were tired of telling him to keep it to his room.

Then, one day, you kicked your foot on a dumbbell you didn't see.

Annoyed, you pick it up and go to toss it on his bed, but something stopped you.

The moment your fingers wrapped around the grip, you felt a pleasure shoot up your body. As you raise the dumbbell up, the pleasure intensifies in your crotch.

You lower the dumbbell, then raise it again. Down, up, down, up, down, up.

Your dick hard and leaking in your pants.

After a dozen minutes, something tells you to swap arms, which you eagerly do.

Down, up, down, up, down, up.

It feels so good to use your muscles that your cock explodes all on it's own, creating a large mess in your pants.

You then head out for your first run in years.

You return after an hour, horny and dripping with sweat.

Your flatmate sees you and smiles, opening his arms for a hug.

You accept it, nuzzling your face into his musky pits, and he sniffs you too.

From now on, you'll be perfect, stupid, horny, musky, workout buddies.

~~~

Day 28 - Hive

The five of you cornered the panda in the ally, blocking him in as you got close.

Four of you held his limbs down while the final injected the formula into the base of his spine.

The signal was weak, but you all knew it would get stronger.

To weaken his mental defences, he was carefully stripped, then your hands carefully groped and rubbed his naked body.

Your nanites go to his pleasure areas in the brain and light them up, overloading him as you stroke his body all over.

Your cocks are equally hard.

As his mind is slowly assimilated into you, the process speeds up and becomes easier.

One of you lined up at his ass and plunged in.

Another of you sits on his face, expecting the eventual rimming.

Two more of you put your cocks in his hands.

The final of you stands watch.

Connected through the impromptu orgy, all of you enjoy the shared sensations of fucking, getting jerked, and getting rimmed.

After a few more minutes he, now 'you', joins your network, adding the sensations of getting fucked to you all.

You all reach orgasm at the same time, filling the alley with moans and groans as you paint your selves white with cum.

In your afterglow, the you on lookout spots a deer poking his head into the alley, watching you all.

Not wanting witnesses, you six prepare to make a seventh.

~~~

Day 28 - Transformation

You don't know how long you've been here. Days? Weeks? Months?

Everything has blended together.

All you can remember was signing up for the fertility clinic to donate your wolf sperm, then they injected you with something.

You woke up in a rut with a milker attached to your cock. It expertly sucked you until you gave up every last drop of your cum.

And now, just like every other day, your balls are completely empty.

You feel a new injection stab you and you're out cold.

You don't know how long you've been here. Days? Weeks? Months?

Everything has blended together.

All you can remember was signing up for the fertility clinic to donate your bull sperm, then they injected you with something.

You woke up in a rut with a milker attached to your cock. It expertly sucked you until you gave up every last drop of your cum.

And now, just like every other day, your balls are completely empty.

You feel a new injection stab you and you're out cold.

You don't know how long you've been here. Days? Weeks? Months?

Everything has blended together.

All you can remember was signing up for the fertility clinic to donate your orca sperm, then they injected you with something.

You woke up in a rut with a milker attached...

~~~

Day 29 - Himboification

The brainiac elk was interested in your idea of him rolyplaying as nothing more than a sexy stud -- no worries about working; only working out what muscle to flex next.

He came to your house and you had him wear your mind-numbing 'stud' cap.

You saw him change instantly as a fog clouded his mind, and when you turned the cap backwards, you could see his mind drop completely.

He had 'roleplayed' perfectly with not a single braincell in his mind. He just wanted to look sexy and show himself off to you.

While he returned to normal at the end of the session, something in him wanted more.

As you expected, he returned the next week, and the next, and the next. Turning off his mind to become your personal stud.

The sessions started at a single day, but expanded to multiple ones.

With multiple days to work with, you had him work out and get fit, making his body beautifully toned for you.

You also got him the companion 'stud' jockstrap, boosting his libido and making him a very fuckable bottom.

He even began taking Friday's off work to be studly earlier.

Once he started taking time off work to be your stud, you knew you had him.

While lucid, you offered him a full time job as your himbo stud, which he agreed.

He put on the cap and jockstrap, and you cut them open as he wore them, ensuring the magic never broke from him.

~~~

Day 29 - Matter Over Mind

You knew you had to stop, but it felt sooo good to pinch your tits and grope your pecs.

Your nipples seemed to be hard-wired to your cock, which had drenched your crotch with a dozen orgasms, and you were working up a new load.

The polar bear in front of you laughed as you slowly eroded your mind away to nothing.

Each moment your hands groped at your chest, more of your brain would be converted into sensitive chest size.

Your pecs had doubled in side, and your nipples were permanently erect.

It was so easy to wrap your fingers around the sensitive nubs and pull and twist, the sensation better than any sex you've had.

It also caused your nipples to slightly expand, giving you more sensitive length for your fingers to grip.

You had initially resisted the call of your chest, but the polar bear put his lips to a pec and suckled.

10 minutes later, he moved to the neglected nipple and made out with it, his fingers pinching the first.

That's all it took for you to become a total mess.

And now you add another load to your pants, your mind dropping further.

Your capacity to care about what's happening is gone.

All that's left is how good your pecs feel, and making them grow nice and big; the nice polar bear in front of you will take care of everything else.