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Transmutation spells have always been tricky for Lao. He has been studying hard, giving it everything he’s got, but the progress wasn’t as satisfying as the tiger had hoped. To many others, the tiger was a promising student who had achieved many things, but to Lao, it was only the beginning of what he wanted to achieve.

Recently his mentor told him that he could move on to the more advanced spells, categorized as level two. Normally what the college had experienced was that the young and impatient adventurers came in and learned the basics of weave manipulation to cast simple cantrips and level one spells before they left to wander the Wildlands, but not Lao. The tiger was excited to learn more, preferably without putting his own life at risk, adventuring out in the unknown with a bunch of inexperienced mercenaries.

Wanting to learn more advanced spells and remain in education, Lao sought a higher form of it. Upon hearing that there is a school for those that seek more advanced spellcasting without jumping at a sword’s edge, he used all his savings to travel to Scalethorn Island. If the rumor he had heard were true, he should have found one of the strongest transmutation wizards alive there.

So he packed all of his belongings into a massive traveling bag and gave himself one last look in the mirror. His fur wasn’t in its best condition, but it was presentable enough; he had a black robe with golden-colored patterns on it to cover most of it anyways. His green eyes glowed dimly under the light of magical crystals, excitement and a hint of anxiety readable from his face.

With one last long-drawn breath, he turned his back and stepped into the teleportation circle. It wasn’t a thing that he could normally afford, but this time, it was an amenity of the school, so there wasn’t any cost to it. When he stepped in and uttered the command word, all shapes and colors shifted before his eyes. It was Lao’s first time teleporting to anywhere, and before he could understand anything, the concept of time and space was lost to the shocked tiger. The panic was slowly rising deep in his chest until everything slowed down and came to a stop.

The weather was cold, much colder than his college back in the mainland. One might think that an island full of dragonborn would have a warmer climate, but Scalethorn was the opposite. The ocean breeze struck the tiger the moment he reappeared at the destination point, and he instinctually grabbed his robe, which did not help with the assaulting cold weather.

“Mister Lao?” A voice called from behind the fog, slowly approaching to reveal himself to be a kobold. Before Lao could answer, the small one spoke again.

“Master Zeph has been waiting for you. Please, follow me. Your kind might have a thick coat for cold weather, but you’d be a fool to wander on the island without a protective layer other than that robe.”

Instructions were clear. Lao was quick to catch up with the kobold, who had shorter steps than him, and they were quick to throw themselves into the warm and dimly lit hall of the tower. When he shook off the cold with one last shiver, Lao looked outside from the window. He was able to see much clearer now that he didn’t have to squint his eyes from the heavy snow.

Tower—or rather, towers—had a big garden that was covered in snow, surrounding it eight massive towers connected by a bridge extending from each. It was an impressive view, although his admiration was cut short with the sound of heavy footsteps, making his head turn to the stairs.

Going down on the stairs was a massive dragonborn of darker scale; his belly was big enough that his fur robe was parted by it, and his clawed paws were bare, stretching the wooden floor with each step. It wasn’t exactly what Lao thought a grand wizard should look like, but he wasn’t complaining in such a sight. Before looking like he was staring, which he was, he lifted his gaze to his mentor’s handsome, angular face. His face was scarred from lip to ear, and although it looked like it had been a long time since whatever happened to give him that scar, it didn’t look like it was hurting the dragonborn’s confidence, not even a bit, as he carried himself with the knowledge that he was the strongest wizard on the island, maybe even on the mainland.

Booming steps came closer with each step the giant dragonborn took, accompanied by only the silence of the room. He came closer, towering over the already-tall tiger, paused a second before pulling out his cigar, lit it, and huffed it in the general direction of Lao.

“You must be the new student.” Dragonborn spoke with a booming voice matching his size.

“Yes, sir, my teacher must have mentioned I’m Lao.” Said the tiger nervously and reached his hand to shake dragonborn’s.

Dragonborn looked at the tiger up and down, as if he were sizing him up, assessing him. Tiger’s hand, in the meanwhile, stood still in the air when the dragonborn turned his back and started moving towards the stairs with the same ground-shaking footsteps.

“My office. In an hour. Don’t be late and grab the book from Meek.” He ordered as he was walking away, making Tiger drop his hand back to the side of his waist until the kobold tugged on his robe.

“I’m Meek! I shall take you to your room and give you the book like Master ordered. Please, follow me.” He said in a cheering and hurrying tone. Urging Tiger to follow.

Lao was unsure whether the dragonborn was rude or authoritative. If it’s for the latter, it could be manageable for the duration of his education, but if it was the first possibility, it was going to be a long year for the tiger. After deciding that he shouldn’t think about it too much since it’s still early to make a judgment of character, he followed the kobold’s footsteps up several floors to his room.

After going up possibly hundreds of stairs, he stopped as the kobold unlocked a considerably small room’s door.

“This is where you’ll be staying, sir. Please put your belongings in your closet and immediately head to the master’s office. Your books are on your study desk.” The kobold pointed at a desk with a pile of notebooks and books as thick as his arm.

“Thank you.” Lao answered simply.

He stepped inside, dropped his bag to the old wooden floor with a loud thud, and threw himself onto the bed. On the corner of his bed, he saw his new robes, thicker than his previous ones, folded and piled on top of each other. Compared to his previous silk robe, this was made of fur, understandably so. The weather was much colder here after all.

After spending a couple of minutes to catch his breath, Lao put on his new robes. Which now he realized that they were a bit revealing, to think of it. The robe had no buttons or any form of belt to tie around his waist, and the shorts they gave to him were a bit too tight. Regardless of not feeling fully comfortable, he got out of his room and headed to his new teacher’s office.

Upon arriving at the hall where the office was located, the tiger figured he was early, so he decided to skim the books with his wishful thinking that maybe he could understand what he would be working on here. As he flipped the pages, the scent of worn book hit his nostrils; a pleasant smell to young Tiger, he inhaled the scent into his lungs with one deep breath.

When sensing another hint of aroma in the scent, Lao’s fur prickled on his neck. Something salty and earthy, overwhelming the very scent that he was trying to enjoy. Although he did not complain as he sniffed once more with a blissful sigh, trying to get more of wherever this smell is from. After that second inhale, with the blood rushing to his groin, Lao quickly figured out what the smell was and blushed under his grey fur.

“Ahem!” the Dragonborn cleared his throat, a little bit dramatically, to get the attention of his pupil.

Even though Lao thought there was no way that his teacher knew what the tiger was thinking, with the sudden shock of being summoned from his embarrassment caused him to drop his books to the ground, instinctually making him crouch to grab the things back.

“I- I’m s-sorry sir! I was zoned out and you’ve just—” Tiger’s words knotted in his throat when he reached to grab one of his pens that was between the massive dragonborn’s equally huge, claws.

That was also the exact second when the embarrassed tiger realized where the additional scent that he was sinfully taking whiffs of was coming from. The burst of aroma assaulted Lao’s sensitive nose like a punch to his gut. Words were unable to leave his mouth.

“You gonna stay there, or are you ready to learn?” Dragonborn said dismissively with a scorning look on his scarred face, his claws stretched inside his sandals before turning towards his office and leaving Tiger on the floor.

Lao quickly grabbed his belongings and tried to dust his clothes off, hoping to get rid of some of the humiliating situation as well. When he stepped his paw into the office, the dragonborn was sitting on his chair, his claw put on the desk with a pen in his hand that he was fidgeting with. The room was mostly dark with a high ceiling. Having an office on the highest floor meant that he could have more space than most of the other residents, apparently.

Just when Lao thought that he was over the previous situation, his body betrayed him and proved him wrong right after the door of the office closed with his first step inside. That same smell, but stronger, assaulted his lungs one more time. Now, in addition to the hint of old book smell, there was more. Smell of smoke, which Lao couldn’t tell whether it was coming from some sort of tobacco or was part of dragonborn’s natural musk. It was almost dizzying.

It was a challenge to keep a poker face, especially when he realized that his seat was right in front of where his master’s claws were directed at. However, seeing that he had no other choice, Lao slowly walked towards the chair and sat down.

“What do you know about transmutation?” the dragonborn asked nonchalantly. Before Lao could answer, he continued. “Nothing. What they teach you there is nothing.” Another flex of those sharp claws caught Lao’s gaze. “That’s where I come in,” he finished his monologue and made direct eye contact with the tiger. Lao blushed even harder, hoping that his teacher hadn’t realized where his attention was.

“Listen up now. If you wanna learn, there are two rules that you must obey.” Laidback, the dragonborn stated. Lao gulped. “Rule one, you must follow my every instruction, every order. Is that clear?” A pause. Lao could only nod.

“Good. And rule two, you cannot leave your place of study, whether it’s my office or any other room; it doesn’t matter. Got it?” Another silence, followed by a single nod from the tiger.

“With that being said, open the first page of your book and read the description of the spell. You’re not leaving until you learn it.” Dragon instructed before the sound of shuffling papers.

Lao was torn between trying to concentrate and looking at his teacher’s claws. Back at his previous school he had some people that he was interested in, but being a citizen of The Verduran Empire, which is known for their respect for power and strength, he couldn’t justify himself admitting that he had secretly been wanting to be dominated by who he perceived as a superior. Which, in the process of making the decision, their paws were an indicator. A man’s paw carries his whole might, carrying their weight and strength. The bigger the paw, the stronger the man. And right now, what poor Lao could think is that his teacher’s massive claws are resting near his face with a constant assault on his nose with their intense musk.

Finding the willpower to flip the page, Lao read the title. “Enlarge/Reduce.” He had heard of this spell before, and if what he heard and the spell’s description are true, this spell could either shrink someone significantly or enlarge them. Kind of self-explanatory.

The spell was simple enough to cast; the only material component to it was a pinch of iron powder, which he had plenty of in his material pouch. The tricky part was to cast it on someone else who is resisting. The spell’s mechanic was a battle between the caster’s arcane capabilities and the durability of the person who was being cast at. If it’s a person, that is, then Lao should be fine. It’s not like he’s going to try the spell on a real subject after all.

“I see you smiling, pupil. If you think you are going to try that spell on an object, you are mistaken.” Lao’s hopes were shattered. “You are being trained by the best, so be ready to be worthy. The least you can do is to try.” Lao started sweating. The pressure of trying a spell he had never tried before on someone while his senses were being assaulted constantly was not making things easy for the tiger.

While Lao was contemplating what he should do, his teacher got up from his seat, dragging Lao’s not-so-subtle gaze with it, and cast a spell, emptying the space they were in.

“Alright, grab the iron powder and give it a go.” Dragonborn ordered.

“O-on you sir? Are you sure?” Lao stuttered.

“Ugh, quit your mewling, kitty, and get on with it. I don’t have all day.” Dragonborn said, raising his voice while doing so. “Grab the iron powder and cast it on me.”

Lao did as he was told. He grabbed the small sack filled with iron powder, grabbed a pinch, and uttered the magical words. Nothing. Dragonborn stood there, same-sized and unimpressed. Lao tried again, out of desperation. Still nothing. With a scoff, Dragonborn boomed his voice, the vibrations of which almost felt in the ashamed tiger’s bones.

“You call yourself a wizard? PATHETIC! Can’t even cast a simple spell. Try again, and do not ever think about disappointing me. Focus.” He roared.

Lao was shaking out of fear and embarrassment. He had no luxury to blow this up. He could not let all his hard work and his effort be in vain. He heard a sigh that came from above. His teacher, who sensed the tiger’s fear and anxiety, kneeled and spoke with a calmer, hushed tone.

“Look kitty…” Lao’s heart jumped at the word. “You are not putting all your focus into this. Think of what your greatest desire is and why do you want to be a great mage like me. Focus on that; harvest that thought.” Dragonborn put his clawed hand on Tiger’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Only then can you bypass my defenses and cast your spell. Understood?” He continued making eye contact with the tiger.

Lao nodded with determination. Gathering his focus on pondering why he wanted to be a great mage for a second. Only to make him more confused.

“Look.” Dragonborn sighed again. “I can cast a spell to clear your mind that may help you find your inner peace and help you focus on why you are doing what you’re doing. Is that alright?” His teacher asked.

“T-that sounds like a good idea sir.” Tiger managed to speak aloud even though he stuttered.

Without waiting for further approval and with a smirk on his scarred face, the dragonborn uttered a few magical words while he was pouring a drop of honey into the air, and it disappeared into nothing as he finished his casting. With the drop of honey disappearing, Lao’s pupils dilated before his teacher spoke.

“I think I know the answer, but...” He paused for a second, adding some arcana to his next words. “Tell me, what do you truly desire? Why do you wanna become a powerful mage?”

The words rang inside the enchanted tiger’s head. Bouncing around until they collide with a string of opinions that questioned their desire and wish to become stronger. Lao’s memories flashed back to his college years, of how he wanted to submit to bigger species like that one bear he met in one of his internship visits to the city of Iron Gate. He remembered quite vividly how much he wanted to be under those paws. To sniff them, to lick them, to moan his name~ “Grizzly…”

Then his memory flashed back to the present, of how he got hard just by the scent of the older dragonborn's clawed feet, of how he eyed them during his whole introduction. He wanted to be under his feet so much. His desire was burning for it. Then, words left his mouth before he could comprehend.

“I want to be able to chase what I desire without being judged as inferior by my empire’s views and traditions. I wanna be under men who are stronger than me. Rub their feet, lick them, smell them, and make out with them! I—” he paused for a second, caused by his subconscious embarrassment.

“Go on.” Dragonborn insisted, breaking the last remaining barrier inside the tiger’s mind.

“I just wanna be a slut who gets off by worshipping feet and to strike fear into those who may dare to judge me for it. I want to bow only to men who I worship and no one else!!” Lao screamed those last words as if they were being taken out of him by force.

Silence. The room was silent until dragonborn started laughing, making the tiger even redder under his fur.

“By all father, you are so pathetic. I knew you were a bitch, but oh boy, did you surprise me with how lower you can get. His laughter was deafening in Tiger’s ears.

Lao felt like the room was collapsing on him, but before panic settled in, his teacher spoke again. “Now, focus on that, kitty. Show me how much you wanna worship these paws.”

Lao gulped as if his throat had been dry for days as he watched the dragonborn sit on a chair and kick back his clawed feet into the air on a stool.

“If you can do it, I’ll let you kiss it. Just a maybe.” The smug-faced dragonborn encouraged the flustered tiger with that.

Lao gathered all his desires and wants, focused them on a single point on the tip of his fingers that clenched the iron powder, and uttered the words. The powder of iron at his fingertips glows, emanating a blue-tinted purple light over the dragonborn, settling on him slowly.

After the powder touched his teacher, the dragonborn grunted and started growing. Going from an already massive 7 ft. to 15. His toes curled and flexed, and as a result of the growth, his clawed feet pushed the unexpected tiger from his face, pinning him to the wall behind.

A gasp left Lao’s lungs when his face met with dragonborn’s clawed feet, which only caused him to inhale more of his master’s potent musk. Even though embarrassed, Lao couldn’t help but support a boner in the situation he was in.

“I can feel your tiny dick pressing against my sole, slut. Cast it again and try not to spurt your cum over my feet otherwise you’ll be cleaning it yourself.” Dragonborn ordered, and Lao complied.

Being in the situation he had always desired, it was easier to focus his arcana on the spell, and he cast it again, making the dragonborn easily over 30ft. It was hard to tell from his point. From above, very far up above, he heard his master growl and grumble before he spoke. Lao could also notice the dragonborn’s growing manhood within his limited vision.

“Good slut.” He rumbled deep enough to vibrate the whole room. “Let me give you the reward I know you’ve been desiring so much.” Lao didn’t know what his master meant until he heard the magical words that left his teacher’s mouth. The very same words he just spoke, just in reverse. Which meant only one thing.

Before he could realize what was happening to him, a pinch of iron powder settled on the tiger’s squished body and glowed with a grayish hue. With it, his body started to shrink, going down to 4ft from his previous height of 6.

“I know this isn’t enough for you just yet, slut. Submit to my godly feet.” Lao felt his bones rumble with how loud and bassy his master’s voice was yet again, then he heard the same words uttered once more. This time possibly shrinking to 2 ft., maybe even less.

“That’s better. Being a small footslut suits you Kitty. I even know a better place for you.” Dragonborn rumbled. Picking Lao up and placing him on top of his sandals before speaking yet another magic word, one that the shrunk-down tiger didn’t know.

Before Lao could realize what was going to happen and where he was, he saw a massive, clawed foot closing in on him from above. He thought that this was about to be his end, but on contact, he felt no pain. Just the weight of his master’s massive claws, nothing else.

With another rumble felt in Lao’s chest, dragonborn spoke once more. “Enjoy your new life, slut. No mage life, no respect, no nothing. Just my little ant-like kitty beneath my massive claws. Squirm and writhe now.”

Squirm Lao did; his sense of time is just a far concept that he has no access to; his mind is foggy with all the musk he is inhaling. And his now-tiny cock shooting tiny loads with each step his master took.

Occasionally, Tiger got pulled up, got cast some additional spells on, and his mind got altered; his memories were changed to make him think that this was always how things were for him. He was no more Lao, the promising mage. He was just a foot slut and was going to remain as one. Under his master’s massive feet, as a happy subby kitty.