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Coming to the fancy part of town was an unusual experience for Ethan. It's not that he couldn't afford it; after finishing college, the young man got lucky and landed a well-paying job in his field. And without any spouses or kids to maintain, he always found himself with a little surplus at the end of the month.

The actual problem was time. Ethan always arrived at his place completely exhausted after a working day, with no interest in going out or partying, mostly preferring to simply collapse on his bed. But the brunette man had decided that this day would be different. It was a Friday night, he had taken the weekend off, there was some money in his pocket and a firm resolution to treat himself to something nice for once, dammit.

The massage parlor stood in a side street, away from the skyscrapers and banks and big businesses of the main avenue, nestled in between curiosity shops and novelty cafes and boutique hotels. Ethan had no idea what to expect of the place. He had never been to a massage parlor before. He only knew that getting a massage sounded nice and that this particular place had a pristine reputation, as evidenced by many glowing reviews online. The name of the place stood out from the brick facade, written in curly metal letters: Tranquility. The tinted glass doors with ornate handles at the entrance, flanked by pruned flower bushes, gave off an air of luxury and refinement and, above all, exclusivity. There were no gaudy posters or adverts trying to lure people in with a bargain. Yes; this was the kind of place an up-and-coming professional like Ethan deserved. Feeling eager for a pleasant and relaxing evening, the slim, sharply-dressed brunette walked in with a confident smile. After all, he needed some rest, and what better way to rest than a nice massage?

The first thing Ethan noticed upon entering was the sheer size of the place. Whilst the building appeared to be the size of a single-story house from the outside, the inside opened up into a large ballroom-like space. Cristal chandeliers hung from the fine wooden ceiling, warm lightbulbs in ornate, baroque-styled lamps illuminated the walls plastered with abstract art. A small army of uniformed women in perfect black suits tended to the needs of fancy-looking people lounging in velvet chairs. Far from a regular massage parlor, this place seemed to be a club reserved for the elites. Ethan felt completely out of place.

Just as he considered going outside to make sure that he got the right place, a young lady with dark-blond hair walked up to him and flashed a pearly smile. "Welcome to Tranquility, sir. What will you have today?"

'Tranquility' is the name of the place. He had made no mistake.

Ethan glanced at her nameplate to know how to address her, but to his surprise, it only showed the number "14".

"Uh, hello, Miss..." Ethan felt rude calling her a number but had no way of knowing her name. "Miss Whomever-you-might-be?" he compromised, trying to pose it as a question to see if the lady would answer, but she simply smiled back in return. Shrugging it off, the young man continued to the more pressing matter: "I was just looking for a basic massage. Probably focusing on posture correction since-" As if on cue, the pain in his neck returned a little, one of his hands reaching to ease it with a gentle squeeze. "Well, sitting down for ten hours a day sucks sometimes," he chuckled awkwardly.

The lady nodded along, her smile never leaving her face, almost unblinking. Although it wasn't enough to make one feel uncomfortable, it did make everything seem stranger in Ethan's eyes.

"I see," she said after a while, finally easing down on her smile. "Well, basic massage with whom? When did you make your reservation, sir?"

Seeing Ethan's confusion, she quickly added: "It's okay if you didn't make a reservation, I'll just have to verify your place in our guest list, since I don't remember seeing you before. Number 9! The latest updated list, please!"

Immediately a shapely brunette sprang up from behind a counter. She marched to her coworker holding a tablet in a leather-bound casing and handed it over to "14" with a respectful little smile.

"Thank you." 14 turned to the flabbergasted young man and asked: "Your name, sir?"

"Uh, Ethan," he answered, shaking himself out of his thoughts and trying not to fixate on the two ladies for too long. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was a reservation needed or a guest list and all that." It was crystal clear that Ethan was completely out of his element. "I can call in for a reservation in the future maybe? I don't want to burden you all too much."

"Ethan..." 14 scrolled down the list. It was impossible to tell if she was listening or not as the man explained his situation. Her doll eyes didn't leave the screen, but her smile faltered a little when she said: "I'm sorry. I can see you're not on our guest list or have any reservation. You see, Ethan, this is a very private, very... special... place. So-"

His heart dropped at the prospect of being kicked out so unceremoniously, when another female voice, authorative and mature, called out from behind 14: "What is going on here, ladies?"

14, 9, a few other employees and patrons and Ethan turned to look at the woman in the middle of the room. Her long, sleek black hair draped her shoulders like fine silk, blending effortlessly with her black suit and tan skin. As she stepped closer, Ethan read the letter "1" on her nameplate.

"Ma'am." 14 nodded at her with respect.

"14, I believe I told you that client satisfaction comes first." 1 looked at Ethan, flashing a discreet smile. "If the gentleman has taken the trouble to come all the way here, perhaps we can arrange something? Maybe have him take the special offer we previously discussed."

"The special offer?" 14 looked surprised; a hint of human emotion in her otherwise perfect facade. "Ma'am, are you sure?"

"Absolutely." 1 glanced at Ethan again, smiling more plainly now. "Would you like to follow me to learn more? Maybe tell me about yourself if you're so inclined? We absolutely love to get to know our new members."

Ethan blinked at the mention of a special offer, perplexed. "Well, if you want to talk to me about it, I'd be happy to hear it," he said, stepping towards 1. "Though I was more than happy to leave since I wasn't on the guest list. You're quite generous for even offering it." The man's cheeks flush just a little bit, both from embarrassment and just a little at 1's pretty face. "And yeah, I'd love to tell you about myself, but there's not much to be honest."

1 nodded along at Ethan's words, listening intently. "Please. Stay. We mean it. It's always a pleasant surprise to see a new face around here, so believe me when I say, it is our pleasure." She turned around and started walking towards the opposite end of the large room. "Please, follow me. I promise you'll fall in love with our humble abode in no time. Don't worry about costs or payment yet. I believe we can work something out."

Ethan hesitated for only one moment, before walking behind her. "Wonderful. Now, just one question: do you live with anyone, Ethan? Any close friends or family members that are always calling you for any reason?" Her smile warmed up her face and lighted up her eyes and Ethan felt a warm glow in his core.

"Not really, no." Ethan replied, "Just work, but I managed to land a remote gig so they just kinda let me do my thing without bothering me." He shrugged.

"That is great to hear," 1 replied, leading Ethan past little lounging tables where more fancy-looking people were being served cocktails by another employee. "It is very good to be self-reliant."

"And really, I do appreciate it a lot, uh... 1?" Ethan stopped for a moment, finding it odd to call her by a number. "I apologize, I assume it's like an anonymity thing?" The young man pressed just a little. He could understand not wanting to be seen with certain clients or keeping a job a secret for contract, but the whole number thing still felt weird.

The woman chuckled softly. "Don't worry about it. We are pretty happy with our numbers. Just imagine this is a theme park and these are our character names. We wouldn't want to break the magic with our original names, would we?"

They arrived at a door at the end of the room, opposite of the entrance: a single glass door with metallic hinges, looking oddly austere compared to the luxury of the previous room. An "Employees Only" hung next to it on the wall, small and discreet. 1 sensed Ethan's confusion and offered a reassuring smile. "It's okay. You're with me. No one will bother you. It's just a little detour to the place where you will be serviced. Now, just follow me."

She opened the door leading to a hallway, looking oddly narrow compared to the large, open ballroom, and stepped inside, waiting for Ethan to go after her.

He did so, stepping just behind her through the cramped, windowless hall. "Alright," Ethan mumbled, quite curious as to where exactly he was going for the "special treatment". Maybe it was something that hadn't been rolled out yet?

It didn't take long for them to reach a set of double doors, similar to something found in a restaurant's kitchen. 1 pushed through and Ethan followed unquestioningly.

The room was small, with a low ceiling and shelves full of flasks and cans. A sink stood in a corner, and in the opposite end of the room was another set of double walls. In the middle of the room stood a masseuse bed surrounded by candles and bottles of lotion and oils.

"Feel free to take off your clothes while the other girls arrive. We need you to be only in underwear. Don't worry, I'll stay with you the whole time." 1's gentle reassuring smile chased away Ethan's embarrassment.

The man nodded, taking a moment to observe the interior of the room before stripping down as requested, carefully setting aside his clothes in a corner and keeping his hands over his crotch as he walked over to the bed. He hadn't been this naked near someone in a while, so it took a little getting used to. "I assume you want me to lie down here...face up or face down?" he asked.

"Just lie down face up," 1 answered. "The other girls should be arriving soon." As if on cue, the door on the other side of the room swung open, and two girls wearing those same black suits marched inside, showing eager smiles.

"Ladies, we're giving our dear guest here the special treatment," 1 said as the girls stood in line next to each other. The authority displayed felt nearly militaristic to the amazed Ethan. "8, light up the candles. 19, warm up the oil. Do you understand?"

The three beautiful women nodded in unison and set to arranging things and picking up their implements, before surrounding Ethan's prone body with apparent eagerness. The man found something fascinating in the way 1 displayed her authority over the other women. "How are you feeling, Ethan?" 1 asked.

The man didn't know why, but just nodding in unison was enough to get him excited. Feeling his body getting flushed, Ethan secretly hoped he wasn't about to discover a new kink.

"W-Well," he stammered out again at 1, "a little surprised at the special attention but eager to get going, I guess? I'm sure I'll be nice and relaxed soon." A nervous little laugh escaped his throat, eyes shifting between each girl as he took a breath of the air once the candles were lit.

Ethan finally laid down on the soft leather of the bed, which felt cool against his naked skin. The candles flickered close to his head, their intense scent washing over his face and nose. The fragrance was hard to describe: sweet and fruity with floral undertones and a light chemical trace, like cherry and roses mixed with bubblegum, alongside something else that Ethan found hard to put a finger to. It was weirdly organic, but far, very far from unpleasant.

He found it easier and easier to relax on the comfortable bed with each breath he took. Worries and misgivings about his work and this strange massage parlor drifted away with every exhale. One of the girls-19, he believed-placed a warm hand on his chest. 1 looked down over him, a gentle smile on her lips. "How are we feeling, Ethan?" she asked. "Ready to begin the massage?"

He took another deep breath. "Better," he exhaled with a pleased sigh. "I think I'm as ready as I can be."

"Glad to hear that. Now close your eyes," 1 said, her tone gentle yet commanding. Ethan found it impossible to even think about questioning her and did as told: closing his eyes and allowing his body to relax fully on the masseuse bed.

"19 here will put on the oil." 1's voice hovered behind his head. "Don't worry about anything. She's a professional."

The smell washing over Ethan was nice. Very, very nice. It got those nerves settled down and he could start to really enjoy the fact that so many pretty girls were here to take care of him. Ethan shut his eyes and let them get to work.

After half a minute he felt something pleasantly warm and slightly viscous dripping on his naked chest, followed by gentle caresses from delicate fingers. They pressed and massaged his chest and belly, spreading the warm oil over his skin.

At the same time, the young man felt another kind of warmth spreading over his body. The rich scent of the candles was having an unusual effect on him: with each breath, a warm, lewd tingling grew in his loins. His body started heating up, the idea of being surrounded by beautiful girls touching his body becoming more and more arousing.

"That's it," 1 whispered. "Breathe in the relaxation. Breathe out the stress. Just breathe and relax and let everything go."

Ethan wasn't sure if it was 19's hands or 1's whispering tone, but he was starting to get hard. A part of him worried about being a pervert, but he decided to just play it off as no big deal. Surely they're used to dealing with clients who are too happy with their treatment. He took another deep breath, feeling that tingle in his loins grow a bit more, feeling his need rise as the mysterious fragrance filled his lungs and his head, slowly emptying his mind and leaving him relaxed and excited.

Ethan's manhood started pressing against the fabric of his underwear, and the women smiled with approval at the sight. If he had his eyes open, he would see that the room was filling up with a thin haze of vapors coming from the burning candles, lacing the air with their fragrance. Each breath of said fragrance was making it harder and harder for Ethan to feel any kind of shame about his obvious tenting erection. The girls, however, seemed unaffected, and 19 was glad to press her soft, oily fingers into Ethan's arms and calves and thighs whilst 1 held his head in her hands.

"That's right," she whispered softly, her lips dancing against his ears. "You're so relaxed right now. You feel so comfortable. You feel so good, don't you?" She smiled. "Would you like to feel even better?"

Ethan took several deep breaths, feeling his head in 1's hands, her breath against his ear making his erection twitch. Another breath, and the shame of his obvious arousal was practically gone. The attention from 19 and 1 alone was far too enjoyable. He wasn't sure how he could feel even better, but the soft "Yes, please," from his lips said everything that needed to be said.

"Good... very good." 1 whispered again, before pulling her head away from Ethan's. She gave a slight nod to 8, who until then had been quietly staring from a side with her hands folded neatly over her middle. Now, she used those same gentle hands to slowly pull down the man's underwear, allowing his hard member to stand up freely for the women to appreciate. 8 immediately set to work. Putting on some more of the warm oil in her hands, she gently grasped the throbbing cock between her fingers, and, deftly, expertly, began to tease it with sensual caresses, before slowly stroking the lubricated, hot length. At the same time, 19 diverted her attention to Ethan's upper chest, running her hands over his neck and shoulders and easing up the tension with a single touch of her oily fingers.

The man shuddered, momentarily sucking in a shuddering breath only to moan out softly in return as 8 teased his length. He could just imagine 19 or 1 taking advantage of him in other ways, his lewd thoughts starting to run rampant under the aphrodisiac spell of that fragrance. But it was okay. 8's stroking hands were proof enough.

"You are doing so well," 1 said as 8's stroking turned more intense and pleasurable. "So, so well. Just breathing in and relaxing and letting everything else go."

19's hands trailed along Ethan's collarbone and shoulders, before resting on his nipples. She massaged the small pink nubs, gently squeezing and rubbing around them, and the man gasped at the unexpected rush of pleasure. He didn't know his nipples could feel so... good.

"You feel so nice letting everything go," 1 said, once again leaning close to him. "Let it all go. Don't worry about your past or your future. They don't exist. Only this moment exists. Everything else is just fading away from your mind." Ethan could feel her warm breath against his ear once more, itself just as pleasant as 8 and 19's collective effort to make him feel good, to make his mind relax, to do as 1 said and completely embrace the moment. "If you want to feel even better, if you truly want to let everything go, then you will let me kiss you. Yes?"

8 could feel his cock throb as 1 spoke. The thought of just... letting go. Getting a kiss from this pretty, strong, confident woman, getting to just enjoy the moment, breathe more of the fragrance...there wasn't any reason why he shouldn't indulge.

"Yes," Ethan spoke lowly after a sharp exhale from how good 19's hands on his chest felt. "I'd love that." The words came out a little slurred, mixed with a moan of enjoyment, mixed with various lewd thoughts that were building up. It felt too good not having to worry about anything other than right now for him to answer anything else.

"Very good." The air shifted as the beautiful, dominant woman leaned over Ethan and pressed her lips against his. Her sleek black hair fell like silk around his face, cocooning them both in a dark, sensual kiss. Her tongue glided along his lips and slipped in with little resistance, thanks to the aphrodisiac fragrance whirling in the air and 8's masterful stroking. As their lips sealed together, Ethan found himself falling deeper and deeper into a mindless state of bliss, as if 1's mouth was sucking up his thoughts and memories.

His rock-hard cock twitched in 8's hands, and his chest shuddered. 1's fingernails trailed across his cheek, before she broke the kiss gently with a delighted sigh. "There we go," she said softly, warmly. "You are so wonderfully happy and relaxed. Just letting go of everything. Your work... your degree... your name... your memories. You don't need those names anymore. Just be you. Blissful and relaxed and empty. Isn't that right?"

The offer was too easy to take. Letting it all go seemed so nice. To just forget about all of it, to just float and be touched and teased by these gorgeous women. It was such an obvious transaction that, even if he didn't physically know how to forget, he wanted to. Needed to. He'd do whatever was requested, or let whatever was going to happen transpire, just to feel more and more good.

So of course, he welcomed it without resistance.

"Breathe..." 1's husky whisper tickled his ear. "Breathe and let go. Let that scent fill you with so much arousal and bliss." Her fingers caressed his hair. "You feel so good doing what you're told. You just want to feel like this forever. Not thinking. Just following and doing what you're told."

Her hands once again took a hold of his cheeks. Even though Ethan's mind fell deeper and deeper into a void of pleasure as his memories gently but surely slipped away, he found it harder and harder to worry about anything.

"It's so easy to let go," 1 instructed with a casual tone in her voice. "All you have to do is breathe in the bliss, and breathe out all those old memories. You don't need them anymore. This is a new version of you. A better version."

19 accompanied these words with a gentle squeeze of Ethan's chest, and he gasped. His nipples grew ever more sensitive. He realized he enjoyed having his nipples and chest played with, almost as much as he enjoyed 8's hands stroking his rock-hard dick and massaging his balls.

1 leaned in again: "Imagine this feeling lasting forever. If you want that, just let go of everything, until only bliss remains. Let go of who you were. Let go..."

Ethan's body felt so heavy now, precum dribbled out from his cock as 19 squeezed his chest, breathing in the hot bliss of the fragrance, breathing out a few memories.

1 could see how obedient the man was becoming, how happy he was to be getting rid of those unnecessary memories of his, to be reborn as a better version. His neutral expression drew a sleepy, dreamy smile. All was right.

1 chuckled softly. If Ethan had been in any clear-minded state, he might've recognized a bit of malice in her voice. But he was as far from clear-minded as possible.

"Good," she continued. "You are doing so well. You are so empty. You can be whatever we want you to be. And you want that. Because we make you feel good. You want to become something better, because then you'll feel better."

1 put a hand on Ethan's right nipple, running the sensitive pink nub between her fingers. "Imagine this feeling, but oh so better. You would be so happy."

She highlighted her point by squeezing his right pectoral gently, whilst 19 did the same with the left. Although, something about it felt odd to Ethan. His chest felt soft, tender, sensitive; his nipples stood on end, begging for attention. His pectorals lost their flat hard shape as they filled up with tender, newborn tissue.

Ethan's cock in 8's hand also felt different. His throbbing flesh felt even more sensitive, but those sensational caresses were gradually concentrating in a smaller point, as if his cock had lost just a bit of length and girth. But the pleasure swallowing his body and mind was so heavenly, he found it hard to care about anything at all. It was too hard to think about 1's malicious little giggle, too hard to do anything other than breathe and forget. Ethan just wanted to breathe and be better. Better than...trying to think of what as he took another breath was too hard. He couldn't really remember. He didn't want to.

"So easy..." Her whispering soft voice was the only thing in Ethan's mind. Everything else was going away, drifting off into a cloud of happy moans and hypnotic pleasure. "There is no you except the you now," 1 assured gently yet confidently. "You don't have a name, you don't have a gender, you don't even have a species. You're just... you. A blank slate that can only feel pleasure. A blank slate that wants to become what we want it to be. And you want that. You want that so bad."

The soft, tender flesh around the man's nipples kept expanding as his areolas grew, turning a beautiful shade of fleshy pink. His cock was still rock hard in 8's hand, coated in glistening precum and oil, yet it was getting smaller as its sensitivity increased. The man's balls pulled up to his taint, their skin growing taunt under 8's expert fingers, and they moaned gently in bliss with a voice that was just a bit higher than before, but the now-nameless and genderless person couldn't remember that. Slowly, the person once called Ethan let go of everything they used to be: they had no name, no gender, no species. They would be what was required of them and nothing else.

The growing of their breasts only elicited more arousal, their shrinking cock looking as if it were on the verge of a powerful climax. Their voice kept growing softer, more feminine, exactly as was required from 1. Exactly as they should be.

1 smiled. She was so happy with the way the blank slate followed every command unquestioningly and rewarded them with a series of gentle, loving caresses around their ears and sides of their face. Under her touch, the cheeks of the blank slate grew softer, their face reforming gently yet noticeably with more feminine features. Their ears also changed in a particular way: they grew sharper, literally and figuratively. Their edges elongated upward, ending in pointed tips whilst growing more sensitive to the sounds around. Even the smell of the candles clouding their head seemed richer now: more powerful and intense and intoxicatingly arousing.

"You can let go," 1 assured gently, seeing the nameless person's twitching, sensitive little cock retracting further into their body. "Just melt into it. Let the pleasure guide you, and cum. Cum your mind away until you are nothing more than a blank, empty slate for us."

As soon as 1 had requested it, it happened. Rope after rope of seed spurted from their shrinking cock all over 8's massaging hand. 1 knew that everything that was possibly leftover went with it. The old Ethan was gone. The shifting person on the masseuse bed was now blank and empty, ready to obey and be who they needed to be. Their new triangular eats stood upright, hanging onto 1's every word to keep that high of bliss and arousal going.

"Good girl." 1's praise somehow translated into even more pleasure for their changing body. "You're a good girl. And you love to be a good girl. You want to be a good girl, forever and ever." She finished off with a little kiss on their lips, more playful than sensual. The blank slate now wanted to be their good girl forever and ever so desperately. The phrase alone drove them mad with arousal, enough to get a few extra last spurts of male seed out of their miniscule cock.

Meanwhile, 8 smiled widely at the ropes of cum covering her face and arms and hands. She managed to squeeze a few more drops of their last remaining male essence, before their cock had shrunk to a fraction of its original size, nestled above a patch of smooth skin that once contained their testicles, now being pulled deep inside their body to be repurposed as fertile ovaries.

19 admired their own handywork. The blank slate's pecs had turned into small, shapely breasts, less than an A cup but growing still. Their hips had widened and their stomach had flattened, giving them a distinctive feminine shape.

The trio giggled as the blank slate kept breathing in the pleasure and breathing out the last remaining shreds of their free will. They-no, she-would be their good girl.

With those last drops of seed, the person once called Ethan had not only purged away her masculinity, but also any remaining memories of her previous life, which by now might as well be a forgotten dream. But she didn't care. She felt too good under the ministrations of the three beautiful women still molding and teasing and pleasuring her body to their whims.

Satisfied with her developing breast and hips, 19 turned her attention to her limbs. She set out to lather a generous amount of oil over her arms. As she rubbed it over her skin, her arms turned svelte and hairless, and as she caressed the hands of the newly-minted girl's, her fingers grew thinner, more delicate, apt for the female she was becoming. 19 repeated the same operation with her legs, granting her meatier thighs in the process, whilst 8 tended to her changed crotch. Her cockhead-the only part remaining of her old malehood-got enveloped by folds of smooth dark skin, its little pink head throbbing in between and shrinking further until it became a sensitive, needy clitty eager for pleasuring. The smooth folds of the nameless girl's skin beneath folded in on themselves, forming a soft, fleshy cleft between her thighs; the beginnings of her new pussy.

"You will forego everything and anything we tell you," 1 continued, petting her long ears as they moved and shifted slowly to the top of her head. "You want to serve. You need to serve. You're made to serve. You're ours. You will be our obedient, good girl, forever."

The nameless girl's body felt so strange but so good. 8 and 19 could both feel how limp she was. She smiled drunkenly. She was a good girl. A very good girl.

She couldn't make much of a verbal response to 1, but she knew she was listening. The nameless girl needed to serve; it was a part of her very being. She couldn't imagine anything other than being their blank and empty ball of clay for them to shape and change and make better.

"You want to be a good girl for us, don't you?" 1 asked softly, slightly teasing. "You're just dying to become a good girl and serve and feel so, so very good." She petted the top of the nameless girl's head, then rested her soft hand against her cheek. The girl instinctively leaned into it. "That's right. You know what to do. It's so easy to just act and not think. Keep doing that. Let your human intellect go and let your instincts take control."

Something else was happening to the girl's new female body. The aphrodisiac aroma from the burning candles reached deeper into her mind; suddenly smells were at the forefront of her perception. She could smell the arousing aromas of the candles and the delicious females surrounding her, the fragrance of the oil, the arousal of their sexes, the load of cum she had shot off just a few minutes before. It got her panting, feeling hot, feeling needy. Through her open mouth, the trio could see her elongating fangs covered with drool. Her chest itched as it expanded further, begging to be touched, as her shallow slit grew deeper and deeper into a proper pussy, feeling warm and need and good. Everything was growing so hazy and distant. She panted and drooled a little, her developing pussy quickly growing slick, instincts of some kind starting to take over, whispering into her deepest depths of unconsciousness: you are aroused, your mates are helping you. Let your mates help you so you can breed.

The girl's panting grew more intense with each breath of the heady, aphrodisiac-laced air. Her tongue made its way out from between her growing fangs, elongating and widening with each ragged breath that she took.

"Feel your human mind slipping away," 1 said, scratching her ears. "There is no need for complicated thinking. Just listen and obey."

Even understanding her words became more difficult. There was less than nothing going on in her head now. Every human process melted away. Speech, higher thinking, self-awareness, all just...gone. But she could still grasp the meaning effortlessly. After all, she was made for obedience.

8 looked on with delight at the changing girl's pussy, already slick and warm with arousal and need. She ran her fingers around her puffy labia, and a new instinct immediately surged in the nameless girl's mind. She whined like a dog at the odd sensations coming from her new womanhood. She felt... empty. She felt needy. She needed to breed. She instinctively started to grind her pussy against 8's hand, eager for more.

"You need to breed," 1 said, and for a moment, the girl could not separate the voice of her instincts from 1's commands. "You live to breed. Your pussy needs to be filled. Good girls want to breed. You're a good girl that wants her pussy bred." The girl's folds tighten as her whole body ached from the void between her legs. She had to breed.

19's fingers ran through the smooth cleft between her breasts, and scratched at a point just below her collarbone. The girl's leg twitched in delight at the sensation of being scratched just so, in that little area of skin growing small patches of coarse grey fur. Her leg kicked in approval like a dog and her brain got to releasing those little happy chemicals so her simple mind could lock into a Pavlovian cycle.

The breeding urge taking over the girl's mind grew even stronger as 8 rubbed along her sensitive clit with expertise. 1 grinned as the scent of the girl's arousal perfumed the air, showing everyone in the room just how much she needed to breed. Then, with a slight nod from 1, 8 plunged a finger into her cunt. Being penetrated lit up her brain with a rush of endorphins and hormones, prompting her to arch her back and whine open mouthed, as if begging for more. 8 obliged and added another delicate finger. She started to gently finger the changing girl's dripping cunt whilst stroking around her clitty with her thumb, augmenting the pleasure beyond anything the empty-headed girl had ever felt before.

Meanwhile, the little patch of fur on top of her breasts grew up alongside her collarbone and down between her soft tits; strange, warm pinpricks accompanied its spread. 19 took to caressing the fur, as if to encourage it further. Tiny grey hairs soon started to sprout on her svelte arms and meaty thighs, whilst her toenails and fingernails darkened and sharpened into the beginnings of canine claws.

"Good girls breed," 1 instructed, petting the girl's ears as they, too, were enveloped in a layer of grey fuzz. "Good girls obey. Good girls breed. Good girls obey." 1's new mantra wormed its way into the girl's mind and took root inside her brain, and she was helpless to resist. But there really wasn't any reason to resist. All of those human tendencies, inhibitions, and thoughts had long since melted into the new animal instinct that were fueling her change.

The only thoughts that were left was her new mantra, embedding itself deep within her psyche, repeating on loop endlessly. Even in trance, it was one of the only things she could understand with complete clarity. She was a good girl. Therefore, she needed to breed and obey. Good girls breed, good girls obey. A fire had been lit inside her body, slowly burning away any physical or mental vestiges of her previous self. And it felt amazing.

By now, her ears had turned distinctively canine, and they responded to 1's petting by perking up in appreciation. Her nose and lips darkened slightly, the former reshaping and growing moist as her whole mouth and nose started to stretch out into a short muzzle. Her teeth had been sharpening, changing shape into something more fitting to the beast she was becoming. Her claws stretched out in tandem, and the backs of her hands and feet were blessed with a thin coating of silvery fur.

"Feel it," 1 whispered in her sensitive canine ears. "The hunger. The lust. The need. The heat taking over. Can you feel it? If you can, let me know like a good needy girl."

The flame burning away everything that wasn't a good girl felt so satisfying. It made the human-turning-to-wolf pant so much harder as she got more and more positive attention from the three women around her.

The mindless changing girl let out an approving bark as her pussy tightened around 8's fingers, her instincts determining that it was a mate that she needed to breed with, thus tightening around the presumed knot to lock it inside and have it deposit its seed. Instinct was already starting to drive her every action, much to 1's satisfaction.

"Good girl!" 1 praised, filling the developing wolf girl with glee. "Such a good girl. Barking to let us know how much she needs to breed."

As if to reward her obedience, 8's fingering grew more intense. She got to pumping her digits in and out of her breeding hole at a faster rhythm, burying them up to her knuckles in that needy pussy. The wet sounds of 8's finger fucking rose in volume as she stretched out the new girl's fresh female sex.

As her pussy clamped down on 8's fingers, something started growing right above her round ass: a small, sensitive fleshy nub; the extension of her tailbone quickly stretching out from her back, growing a few inches in the span of seconds.

Feeling frisky, 19 pinched her nipples more aggressively, rolling the fleshy nubs between her dexterous fingers. A needy little whine rung from the girl's throat. Although they had stopped growing in size, the previous man's beautiful round breasts were being taken over by luxurious grey fur, shiny and healthy and soft, stretching out like grass over a hill.

"Good girls like you will do whatever we tell them," 1 continued, placing a hand on the girl's cheek as it started to grow fuzzy and grey. "They breed with who we tell them to breed, they behave however we want, and they're always, always horny. And you know, deep inside, that you've never had a name. You don't need names. You can just be a number instead. A thing. A pet. A breeding toy. Isn't that right, girl?"

The short extension to her tailbone slid under 8's hand, already starting to wag in delight as the new nerve endings and muscle connected to the rest of her system. 1's affirmations of what she was, what she needed to be, everything about her being determined by them was so... freeing. She had no need for such frivolous things like a name, or a free will. Just obeying and being a good girl. 8 felt her already-slick folds squirt out just a little bit at the idea, her simplified mind still very capable of comprehending what 1 meant. Perhaps not on a rational level, but it was something that the other numbers aside from 1 shared. They all knew that feeling to some extent.

The girl's new tail stretched further down between her legs, already being covered with more of that velvety grey fur, wagging obediently to showcase her delight to the trio of women bringing forth her changes. That same soft pelt of fur stretched further along her thighs, steadily encroaching unto her wet, warm pussy and her sensitive lips and throbbing clit still fingered by 8. Drops of drool slipped from the mindless girl's lips as they kept stretching out alongside her developing wolf muzzle. Her tongue, large and canine, lolled lazily to a side, exposed to the air like a cute and silly attempt to quell the heat growing inside of her, that irresistible call to be seeded like the fertile bitch she now was. More fur started to cover her flat stomach, her strong yet delicate arms, her thighs, and with each advance of her new wolf's pelt, she lost another leftover shred of humanity.

A pleasant surprise came as 19 locked her lips on the girl's furry left teat, the warm mouth feeling oh-so-good on her sensitive flesh. It felt natural, even; a bonding experience between packmates, between fellows.

"You will be the twentieth plaything that I make," 1 said triumphantly, her loving smile hovering above the girl's closed eyes. "You're so looking forward to that, aren't you, 20? Yes, you are! You're 20, our lovely, horny pet. Burn it in your mind. That's your truth now. That's all you are."

For the nameless girl, the new number was intoxicating to be referred to by. 20's eyes opened for the first time in a good long while-though considering how glassy and empty they looked, it was highly unlikely that she was anywhere in there. Whether it be from how deep under trance 1 had her, or how little of her humanity was left-if there was anything left-didn't really matter. There was little left in 20's head but the commands issued by 1 and the instincts of her new animalistic body. Her new canine nose would now dictate many of her actions, making her even more reactive to the aphrodisiacs in the air. All this information came in through her muzzle, now almost fully grown and covered in a short layer of fuzz, just like her ears. Her hair had shifted as well, grey taking over the original brown to blend in better with the rest of her new coat of fur, which by now had covered nearly all of her body. It felt good; a soft, warm embrace enveloping her entirely, a perpetual reminder of her new animalistic nature. Her gaping cunt soon started to clench even harder on 8, the slick vaginal walls milking her fingers as if they were a juicy cock ready to fill her with fertile seed. The thought alone made her whine, her almost-complete tail wagging more urgently and spreading her scent for the enjoyment of her fellow numbers.

"I want you to cum soon, 20," 1 ordered calmly. "I want you to feel all the pleasure your new body has to offer. I want you to become the animal you're meant to be. Our breeding stock. Our toy plaything. Our good girl. Will you do that for me? Will you cum your mind out and be a good girl when your change is done?"

20 yipped obediently at 1's suggestion, a reflexive affirmation of obedience more than an actual response. After all, at this point she was all instincts. The instincts of a horny, needy, obedient good girl.

Her cunt clenched hard around her lover's fingers. Her clit throbbed in her grasp. Her emptied simple mind swam in a haze of aphrodisiacs and pheromones and mental reprogramming, whilst her tail wagged excitedly as it finished its growth. Her clawed hands and feet shifted and pulsed as growths of skin puffed out; the beginnings of her paw pads. Her feminine body, carefully sculpted and molded by 1's every command, had only a few patches of naked human skin left, and her pleasure was mounting... mounting... her need and lust reaching a fevered pitch as she panted out hot mouthfuls of air and looked up at 1 through hazy eyes and felt nothing but the most profound reverence.

"You are ours, 20," 1 said, massaging her furry breasts in tandem with 19. "You belong here. And you will cum. We will make you cum, over and over and over again. Cum for us and be our good girl forever. Just give in..."

A sensation unlike any other raged through 20's body, her pussy attempting to trap 8's fingers inside to milk any and every drop of seed. It was how her body operated, how she was going to get all of the seed she needed to breed. A howl of pleasure escaped her muzzle, feminine juices coated 8's hand, all of her muscles tightened then relaxed after basking in the utter euphoria of a feminine, feral orgasm. She was 20. 1's good girl breeding bitch. Forever. And she was content with that.

1, 19, and 8 took a step to a side and looked down at their handywork. On the masseuse table, stained with oil and drool and feminine juices, laid a beautiful wolf girl basking in the afterglow of her first orgasm. Her whole body was covered with a shiny grey pelt, her ears were low in a sign of calm submission, and her newly deflowered pussy was drenched and stretched and dripping with her nectar, completely plastered in her fragrant fluids. Her round breasts heaved up and down with each slow, pleasured breath, and her dumb needy eyes looked up at her mistress, who petted her face with affection.

"Good girl," 1 praised, before getting a collar with "20" engraved on its nametag. 20 didn't see anything wrong with that; in fact, her tail wagged at the prospect of being branded as her mistresses' pet.

It took 20 a few minutes to learn to walk on her new paws, to get accustomed to her new sensitive nose and ears and sharp, albeit dumb eyes. By the time 1 leashed her collar and led her to the next room, 20 could feel the dull throbbing need inside her cunt awakening once again, urging her to breed and breed and breed until she could take no more.

Opening the door, 1 grinned and said: "I told you we would arrange something."