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F x f x m cuckolding man-hating , corruption NTR furry

Description: Minny and Dan are in love until Minny is given an invitation to a party, a party that is filled with man-hating dykes. The DJ is very interested in brainwashing poor anthro furry Jackal Minny, to add to the DJ’s collection of possessions. Getting caught in the music, Minny is slowly transformed into a man-hating dyke herself.

Tags: Hypnosis, Lesbian, Yuri, Mindbreak, Corruption, Music, Neotare, NTR, Cheating, Breakup, Cuckolding, Cuck, Huge Breasts, Huge Ass, Furry

Minny really shouldn't have been gone this long. Dan knew that.

His tail furiously swished one way and the other,as he paced back and forth in his apartment. The nose on his long snout sniffed the air near an open window, but he found nothing important. Eventually, the black and gray wolf man put on his hoodie and picked up his keys.

He reaches his hand to find his giant darling.

Well, not literally a giant, but Dan was on the shorter side and his tender Minny towered over him, always taking up more space. As he walked down to his car outside, and as he stuck a key into the ignition, images of her flashed through his worried mind.

Amazingly tall, with the most extreme hourglass he'd ever seen, Minny was a jackal woman with intelligent dark eyes. Her legs were massive, pure muscle and bits of fat. Her backside was so great that Dan often teased her by calling her a beanbag ass. Much the same was for her breasts, hefty things and wonderful to suck on. Honestly, Dan knew he could use a single one as a chair, a squishy bean bag chair. He considered asking for such treatment.? ? ? ?

He imagined all sorts of things, those breasts bouncing like huge sacks of water as she ran away from whatever threat might be chasing her, her ass straining through her jeans with plenty of crack showing off. Goodness knows a predator would have plenty to admire.

Dan hissed as he drove, for he knew he couldn't even blame poor Minny for showing off. Her body was too intense for most clothing, and why shouldn't she wear tube tops and shorts … or tight pants? Still, the phrase plumber's crack wouldn't have done her enough justice. Roughly half of her ass had been sticking out above the waistband.

His mind kept trying to find someone to blame, anyone. Maybe himself. He should've told her not to go to the party. He should've warned her to be more suspicious when the invitation demanded that she go alone. But Minny had pursed her plump lips and then told him to hush his pretty mouth.

Those lips …

They were gigantic, swollen and puffy and delicious. They looked great in red, but he was sure she had on black lipstick. Dan hoped if they were red it was because she changed her makeup, and not because of any violence, no blood. She had been gone for sometime now and his overactive imagination was getting the better of him. He almost laughed as he thought they were also big enough. They didn't need any swelling either.

She was a bold model, indeed. That was how she made her money, posing for pictures. She'd hoped to get some networking done at this party, but Dan was highly suspicious. This sort of thing hadn't happened before, and besides, she'd always send texts every once in a while.

Dan had seen the address on the invitation before. He thought he knew where to go. It was some old warehouse at the docks that had apparently been converted into a club. When he found the place, he thought it looked like something from a horror movie. There weren't any working streetlamps, and what light he could see in the windows was flashing but faint. Then again, there weren't many windows at all.

Well, he moved around and tried to open the back door, but it wouldn't budge. What kind of party has the front door locked, and when was it locked?! Didn’t people have to leave!? ?

He walked up an old fire escape to the door there. That door was also hopelessly locked, but he did peek through a window. There were lots of lights and lots of women with huge breasts and backsides dancing to music. Many were twerking, but many were also moving their feet like professionals, dancing in all manner of ways, headbanging, hula-ing, hell, a tango was going on in the center of the gathering of females. Some were even making old fashioned disco-movements. The most popular dance moves, however, emphasized the huge tits and asses. As if such massive entities needed to be emphasized even more! If he wasn’t utterly faithful to Minny, he’d remain staring for more than strictly would be considered necessary.? ? ? ? ?

He thought he saw Minny on the dance floor below, twerking her poor heart out, but he couldn't be sure. These women all looked alike. At least in general shape, the shape he loved oh so very much. Fat breasts, an outrageous ass, and that tummy that was taut, tiny even, compared to her lush curvy form. They weren’t identical, but they might as well be from a far. There were several species shattered in the mass of females, a bunny, a crow, there was even a wolf that was jazzing it up, skipping and weaving through the collection of dancing females. Still, he thought he recognized her clothes. That must have been her. Maybe? It was difficult, they all seemed to sport blue jeans – probably the identical brand.

Gingerly, Dan's padded and clawed feet snuck onto the wooden floor. Even though the music was hiding any noise he could make, he still wanted to be careful with his tapping claws. However, once he noticed the scratches and scuffs under the multi-colored lights, he realized pretty much everybody was loud and uncaring. He passed a few gyrating women, all of them jackals like his beloved. After a while, as he was walking down a thin set of stairs, Dan realized he couldn't find any men at all.

After going down a hallway, Dan found the dance floor. The DJ was on a mezzanine level above, an extremely voluptuous cheetah gal with spiky, dyed blue hair on the top of her head. Much like all the other women, her body was tall and heavy. Her nipples poked through her small shirt like a pair of softballs.

Funny thing, all these random women reminded Dan of Minny, not because of their race, but because of their charisma and body shape. Stacked. Impressive. Indomitable. Where in the world was she?! Where was the true Minny?!

Dan knew he had to search for her, but he was temporarily transfixed by the scene. The DJ, bold and fast, pushing sliding levers and adjusting records, possibly playing with the lights while she was at it, she was an icon of power among all the dancers. While everyone else was lost in the music, the DJ was the composer, almost casting a spell. That's how much control she seemed to have. Behind her, against a wall, there was a hanging flag lit up by small lights, like it was a painting or something. It was striped, white in the center, two shades of orange on top, and two shades of pink on the bottom. Dan also noticed something else. There was a particular symbol being whipped about by spotlights of varying colors. Two female symbols joined together. Some of them were outlined in rainbow colors. Some were filled with rainbow colors instead.

? ? ? ? ?

The dancers had such amazing expressions on their faces. Teeth gritted, lips not quite pursed but still struggling, as if they wanted to bare their teeth in anger. Most people had their eyes rolled back to the point where the irises were barely visible, if at all. There were even a few tiny snot bubbles peeking out of an occasional nostril. Funny thing, the first thing Dan thought of once he recognized the expression was a woman getting fucked like she was about to be split apart.

One woman, her neck was moving so fiercely it was almost as if it was twirling in a circle, and she was panting. Another woman, slightly shorter but still curvy like she'd been stuffed in her top and shorts, was nearby too, her pointy ears whipping in the air. A different gal had a variation of the split apart face. Her mouth wasn't tight. She was letting her tongue flop and roll about as it moved.

Dan shook his head and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. Then he kept on walking. He was still unable to find any other man, let alone his girlfriend. All he could find were busty jackal women in tiny shorts and tiny tops, sweating and maybe even grunting. He couldn’t hear the grunting, but he could see it in their expression. Many of them looked like they were grunting, anyway. Dan found himself spinning around at some points, worrying his poor heart to pound just as heavily as the music.

Where in the world was she?!

Dan ran around, bumping into woman after woman, sometimes actually fighting through them. He tried to call out his girlfriend's name, but he knew that nobody could hear him. The music was overpowering. He accidentally knocked a woman's knees in, making her fall with a thud that vibrated all around, but nobody stopped dancing, and the DJ continued as if nothing had happened. He looked at the female who seemed unconcerned about being knocked down. She just stood up, slowly, so that she might dance her way to standing. It was that instance that he realized these females were hypnotized.

Minny was hypnotized. He knew it. Deep in his heart, he dreaded that truth.

When he finally thought he'd found her, he was in a corner of the dance floor, a place where there was a little less graffiti and a little more room to dance. Dan had to push on through, forcing a path between dancer after dancer. Then he reached out, touching the woman's shoulder. Her backside thumped and jolted to the beat, like giant sacks jiggling. Her jeans looked like they were about to fall off.

? ? ?

He couldn't convince the woman to turn around. Dan was definitely being ignored. He moved his position to look at the woman's face.

No, that wasn't Minny.

Dan sighed, rubbed his nape, and happened to look behind himself.

He made a little gasp in his throat.

***

It was a cloud … a cloud of cotton and sweets. Not truly cotton candy, but it was there, turning her vision hazy. All she could think of was dancing, although she wasn't sure who she was dancing for. However, it was as if there was someone making her feel this way.

When she'd arrived, she'd tried to go on to speak to people, but the music had her too quickly. It was like something had jerked her onto the dance floor and into this peculiar world. She couldn't think of anything but dancing.

Yet eventually, she thought of something else. Women, lovely women much like herself, great breasts and backsides. Tits and asses. Filling up the world like sacks of water, perhaps even larger than that. And belly buttons, abdomens moving like a belly dancer.

She could only dance more as these visions weaved into her brain, leaving no room for anything else.

Minny tried, tried so hard. She tried to remember everything from her name to where she lived. She especially tried to reinforce memories of Dan.

At first, her affectionate feelings were strong, like a cozy corner of her heart where all the good things were. However, over time, as she continued to dance against her will, her brain changed. All her memories with Dan in them became slowly tainted with something. She couldn't have properly described it except perhaps to think if it had a flavor it would be like a swallow of milk after eating a dill pickle. Every good thought of that dear man was turning sour, sickeningly sour.

No. No

There was a moment where Minny shook her head and tried to stop dancing, but it was a futile attempt. The music and lights reeled her in again.

It took a long time, but the realization was sinking its way in.

Dan was bad. All men were bad. There was nothing good about them.

***

There poor Minny was bent over with her hands on her knees. Her ass cheeks were clapping so hard that if there hadn't been any music, Dan knew he would hear the slapping of flesh and hair. Her ass was like two giant dumplings filled with delicious minced meat and gravy. Delicious, enticing, and full of wonderful thoughts. Her fluffy tail was erect, although vibrating a bit, like some peculiar force was holding it up. Her jeans looked like they were about to burst, for there clearly wasn't enough room. In fact, there were a few new tears and rips near the thighs. Half of her ass was out, but it was so much that it looked like a complete set of cheeks. It was a miracle her anus wasn't playing peek-a-boo, which would have been admittedly a fun thought for Dan. While her eyes were indeed rolled back, there was a strange focus to them, as if there was something in her head that needed to be seen, or was desperately searched for.

Relief swelled in Dan's heart as he moved to Minny's side and firmly grasped her shoulder. He tried to give a little shake, but she wasn't responding. He put in more force. He was surprised he was able to rattle such a heavy gal. Finally, that split apart face began to fade, and Minny's ass stopped moving.

Slowly, still dazed, she looked down at him, and she mouthed his name. Mouthed, because Dan couldn't hear her voice. He could feel it, though, could feel his name keened out with pure concern and confusion dripping from both syllables.

Dan tried to tell her that they needed to get out. Something about this place was just not right. It was actually very creepy. His voice might not have been heard, but his gestures were clear. Her thick legs wobbly, but still strong, Minny nodded and took his hand. It was the most reassuring feeling in the world right then. He had her. He had his girl, and he was going to get her to a safer place, one that wasn't full of oddly entranced women dancing in the exact same way with almost the exact face.

And where the fuck were the men?!

Were they hypnotizing her, turning her into something weird, like some weird man-hating lesbian thing? Why else were there lesbian symbols everywhere?!

Minny held his hand tightly, she clung to him as he ran. He could feel their footsteps on the floor, even feel their claws scratch the wood again. They had little care. They only wanted out.

But from the corner of his eye, Dan happened to see that cheetah DJ. He reached forward to push an oddly placed button on her console.

The only exit Dan could find was suddenly blocked. Not by people, not even by some furniture someone might want to place. No, what happened was that a metal gate slid down from the ceiling and covered the door. Dan was startled by this, and so was dear Minny, but they weren't dismayed just yet. Dan pulled Minny away to the next exit. Well, that was also a failure. There was a gate there too. As a last resort, Dan pulled Minny all the way to the door to the fire escape. No go there.

Dan cursed. Minny couldn't leave through the window he'd slid through. She was too damn big.

Minny looked back.

Back …

Back to the catchy music, back to the stunning lights.

She let Dan's hand go.

He reached out, but she was walking away. Her eyes were glazed over with something unnatural. Her breath hurried. Her bosom jostled. Suddenly, all the other women began a new dance move, and Minny did it too. They all raised their arms, both hands high in the air. Like a huge pendulum, each woman rocked their hips side to side.

Even though Dan was frightened, he was still under the spell of Minny's beauty at that moment.

His more affectionate side crooned to his heart and groin.

He wanted Minny to playfully knock him over with a single movement of her backside, preferably on a bed somewhere so they could wrestle. He wanted her to pin him down but then flip over and have him on top of her. Her great lips, painted black, Dan wanted them to express laughter. He didn't want her here, in this strange place.

That's why they had to leave. He approached again and tried to get her attention.

The wind was taken out of him.

He was on his back, on the unforgiving floor, when he realized that Minny had knocked him right on his ass using her own ass, her great hips too. Then, she was standing over him, and over time what she'd said broke his heart.

“Good for nothing! What can you do that toys can't huh?!” Her eyes were practically on fire from all the heat. Dan wondered how in the world he could even hear her, but then he realized the music had finally quieted down.

Dan pointed up at her and said, “Oh my god! They ARE turning you into a man-hating lesbian!! We need to get out now!!”

Waving an impatient hand, Minny continued. “Your clothes are ugly and reeking! You look like the bottom bitch of a low class gay bar! Your feet smell like fucking corn chips and you never brush your damn fur! Did something happen to you or were you always such a stupid little bitch?! Your cock is fucking worthless! Men are so evil, always wanting to fuck me! But I love women now, and there's no more need for you stupid men!”

Dan wasn't quite heartbroken just yet, but he was nervously swallowing his own spit and wondering why this was happening, exactly. Now was not the time nor the place.

“You're just like all the other men! Full of shit! I can't believe I ever let you inside me!” She actually turned her head to spit on the floor. “Disgusting! I don't want another man, ever!” She shook her head quite vehemently. “Your cock tastes like milk and pennies!”

Pouting at first, Dan took in all these hurtful words. They were much worse than he'd expected. Minny didn't sound like herself at all. Although it hurt a little, he pushed himself up to his knees and loudly asked, “What's gotten into you?”

The music must have been on a softer auto-play kind of function. That's all he could think of when the cheetah DJ suddenly appeared, the ring in her belly button highlighting how unbelievably flat her abdomen was. What direction she came from, Dan couldn't say. He hadn't exactly been looking for the cheetah.

Putting a hand around Minny's waist, seeming to calm her down from her tirade with only that touch, the cheetah DJ said in a sing-song voice, “She's part of my group here. You can't have her anymore.” Her fingers glided to Minny's belly, even. And she probed and prodded that little indentation. With casual disregard to boundaries, the cheetah put her index finger right on in that belly button, rubbing the insides as much as she had the outside.

All Dan could think to say was, “What?”

As Minny's face softened, becoming more and more docile, the DJ's lips, which were also very very plump, drew back in a leering sort of smile. The DJ let her palm rub around Minny's belly, like she was petting a pregnant woman. Then she went back to lazily playing with the belly button. “She won't go back to you now. She's been transformed. She hates men. She only loves women now.” The DJ even pinched at the skin around the navel!

?

As if to prove her point, the DJ used her free hand to touch Minny's jaw and guide her closer. Minny was as obedient as an old dog. She let the DJ sink her tongue into her mouth. Then, as Minny whined and squeaked, she reciprocated more, kissing the cheetah DJ with such vigor that Dan didn't know what to say. Minny had never been interested in women before! Now she was quite eager for it.

Dan lifted a finger to try to interrupt the scene with a word or two, but it only went on. The DJ ran her claws through Minny's fur on her thighs and abdomen, then right on the massive cleavage that was sticking out. Soon, both women had their gigantic, furry breasts squishing together. Minny even put one leg around the DJ's thigh, humping her a bit. The DJ continued petting her belly a bit more, her hand snaking this way and that.

Dan got to his feet. He didn't try dusting anything off his clothes. He only started. “Minny? Minny, come on.” He reached out, padded palm upwards. “We need to go home. Don't you want to go home?”

Her eyes sharpening back, her hands and feet tensing, Minny spat out at him, “My home is here!”

Shaking his head, Dan argued, “No, your home's with me. You're safe there. Nobody takes advantage of you there.” He made a gentle beckoning gesture. “Come on. Let's go home.”

Minny only held onto the DJ tighter. “No! Why would I want to go with a man?! Men are monsters! Nothing good about them!” She gripped one of the DJ's breasts, or what little her hands could take in, and she squeezed quite hard.

With only a slight wince in her eyes to indicate anything resembling discomfort or pleasure, the DJ purred down to Dan, “Why don't you go home? You've lost her.” She playfully tugged on the fur on Minny's belly. “She won't go back to you anymore.”

At this point, Dan was growling a little. “Why not? She loves me. She wouldn't just dump me. She's my girl!”

The DJ laughed as Minny wrapped her arms around her, nuzzling her spotted fur. “Haha, well … you sure about that? She seems to like me just fine, and she seems to like this atmosphere. You don't have anything she wants, not anymore.”?She wrapped arms around that tummy, that lovely slender thing, paws kneading into the flesh as her finger repeated the same process of penetrating that belly button. Minny responded with a whimper of bliss, “But I do.” ? ? ? ? ?

Dan's fists clenched. “Don't talk shit. You don't know her. She's my girl. She'll always be my girl.”

Rubbing her nose in the DJ's throat, Minny mumbled something about how, “Men are trash. I'll stay a lesbian forever.”

Dan decided to march on over to the scene. He took some of Minny's pants in his hands, mostly the waistband, and tugged. “Come on now!” He could feel her body heat on his hand. “We need to go home!”

Minny left the DJ just long enough to shove Dan back onto the floor. This time, he nearly broke an ankle. Still, he was otherwise unharmed.

That was the limit for Dan.

Tears forming in his eyes, he got up to his feet again. Then, he looked right up at Minny and said, “I wish you well.”

As he spun around, he heard the DJ's mocking words. “That's right! Get on out of here! No men allowed!”

Allowed or not, Dan didn't care. He'd never return to this place, and Minny would never return to him. He did hope she'd be happy there, with all those other hypnotized women. But at the same time, he was concerned about her.

Still, there was nothing he could do. Minny was gone, or at least she was no longer his girl. She was now a man-hating lesbian, or something. He couldn't think of the proper term.

The world was so unfair, but Dan knew most of that stuff Minny was saying was bullshit. He didn't stink. He didn't taste bad, and not all men were so awful. He'd find a new girlfriend, maybe one that wasn't so easily led into lesbianism by weird lesbian magic.

When he was back in his car, he wanted to cry.

***