The Hood
A short NSFW transformation story featuring me and my boyfriend.
The Hood
By Lance Verity
I eagerly ripped open the box. At last: it was here.
The neoprene pup hood was black, with a stocky muzzle. I had ordered one with an
open back because I would need to add hyena ears later. My intention was to paint
it tan and black when I had a chance. The harness was likewise black, with a single
strap across the front of the chest, with a metal ring in the centre.
I presented them to my beloved boyfriend, who was slightly nonplussed, He also
knew how expensive this shit was, and I did feel like he was slightly annoyed by the
waste.. He knew how long I had wanted this, however. He wasn't into pup-play
himself, but he understood how I needed to revert sometimes, and this would
definitely help me.
"Well, good boy, go try it on."
I rushed through to the bedroom to get my collar: A cheap polyurethane dog collar I
had long ago bought, painted, and decorated. I took off my grey T-shirt emblazoned
with a hyena and chucked it on the bed. The collar's ornaments jingled as I clasped
it and then rotated the leash loop to the front, and then I went back to the lounge
and had Rags help strap the hood and harness on.
Finally I, unnecessarily shyly, darted through to our pathetically small bathroom and
closed the door. Then I approached the basin and examined myself. "not bad," I
thought, "although I wish I had the body for it". I had long ago forsaken the idea of
working out - far too much hard work with no motivation.
As I was admiring myself in the bathroom mirror, I began to feel a warm sensation.
I felt cuter, sexier. I stared at my eyes, which seemed to gain an appealing and
sultry intensity from being highlighted by the mask. I stared at my chest, as flat and
unappealing as it was, I could pretend. Just slip into the head space. Imagining what
it would be like to be a beast. I closed my eyes and began tensing and flexing,
imagining it. Grumbling happily, I felt my crotch begin tightening from the thought.
A warm tingling sensation began to spread from my head and face, and down my
spine. Assuming it was just the ASMR from what I was picturing in my mind, I paid
it little attention. My thoughts were focused on exploring what few contours I had,
gently rubbing what little muscle I had on my chest and feeling the solidity of the
muscles below my belly fat. Gently admiring the texture of my chest hair. There
seemed more than usual. Softer to the touch. It's amazing what the mind can
imagine.My heart seemed to pound harder as I imagined becoming a beast. I explored and
groped the bulge in my jeans, smiling at how big I felt.
I grunted in annoyance. I love ASMR, but now I was feeling itchy. itches in the
centre of my chest and along my spine were starting to irritate. Suddenly I arose
from that calm head space. My pulse was way stronger than it should be, my body
felt like it was twitching slightly to the beat. That wasn't right. I felt a few mild
cramps in my core, although they passed quickly. My jeans were feeling hot, and I
felt as though I was beginning to sweat.
My eyes slammed open. Yes, there I was. Beginning to sweat. But...
I looked closer. Something was off: I seemed to look more... defined, somehow?
'Odd', I thought. I felt my chest, There seemed more bumfluff than I remembered.
But I was hardly in any mood to examine it closely. Despite the fact that the hood,
harness, and my old collar seemed perfectly comfy,the tingling sensation had
increased and my itchy back was really starting to piss me off now. I reached around
to the small of my back desperately to scratch and-
My eyes widened: I could feel hair. Not short, soft, individual fuzz, but a... tuft?
"Bae!", I urgently exclaimed, even as I continued feeling what I was sure seemed to
be a tuft of hair along my spine that wasn't supposed to be there.
"What's wrong?"
The question from the lounge seemed more distant than the distance and closed door
would account for. My pulse on its own seemed to try to smother the sound. I began
to worry. Was I having some kind of seizure? It didn't FEEL like any shock or aura I
had ever felt. Was it an allergic reaction, or was my new hood laced with
something?
"BAE!"
I tugged experimentally at it and yes, I felt the pull on my skin. My eyes widened in
fascinated terror as I stared more closely at the front of my chest. It definitely looked
more fuzzy than before.
"Bae, h- help! I... think I'm hallucinating", I bellowed even as I heard him stomp up
the hall at speed. My mind was racing, the world seemed to be in slow-motion. My
hairs were standing on end. I was getting almost dizzy, but the sensation wasn't
entirely unpleasant. I felt like I was floating, terrified and yet...
Warm? Cosy, even?I turned with a start as Rags slammed the door open and barged in, reaching for me.
"WHAT'S WRONG??", he exclaimed as he grabbed on to me.
My breathing was now becoming heavy. My eyes, though, seemed to become even
more focused.
"I... I don't... my skin!"
I turned back towards the mirror and heard "WHAT THE FUCK??". My eyes widened
as I saw his expression in the mirror.
"what?", I exclaimed fearfully. But then he reached out and touched my back.
Suddenly, I was hit by a wave of intense euphoria, as if a switch had been flipped. I
felt him... grabbing and fondling the tuft of hair.
"Okay, then I must be hallucinating", he said even as I watched him in the mirror,
feeling him probing hair on my lower neck and upper back that I shouldn't have. He
was fascinated and disturbed.
I shrieked in pain as he yanked at a clump. It was real, or at least, I thought, That's
what it feels like.
"What the fuck", he exclaimed, "There's more growing!"
I grumbled softly. The fear was melting away, replaced with a sense of euphoria as I
felt him poking and prodding at my back. He reached up to try unstrapping the
hood, but as he touched it, we stiffened as what felt like a jolt of electricity coursed
through us.
"Ack! Fok!"
"Shit, are you okay", I asked as I turned to check on him. He had been knocked
back and was nursing the finger that had dared to interrupt the hood, and... That
was an odd thought.
But as I was reaching out to him, I suddenly doubled over in pain and fell towards
him. He managed to catch me, but it caused him to slump lack against the door
frame. We were both trying not to let each other fall over. But even as we caught
our balance, waves of pain washed over me. Like a hundred mild cramps,
unexpectedly coming and going. "R... Room, crAAAGHmping", I moaned as I started
to stagger across towards the bedroom. He felt my body shake as we made our way,
step by step.I heard him start panting heavily and groaning. Shit, did he get hurt when he caught
me?
"Bae?"
"Ack... cramps as... well".
We had made it just into the bedroom when I doubled over in pain and fell forward
onto the floor. But instead of terror, I felt high, in spite of the pain. In fact, now it
was shifting into a numb pressure, like my muscles were being squeezed. I looked
blearily at my Love, leaning on the bed, who seemed to be experiencing the same
high. As I tried to get to my hands and knees to approach him, a wave of tightness
caused me to collapse again and roll over onto my back.
I obviously couldn't get up. I tried to catch my breath when a surge of heat and
tightness hit my core. I stared down and...
I gasped in amazement as I saw my abdomen actively gain definition even as I was
staring at it. The fluff on my torso was starting to reveal its true nature: it was soft
fur. As I reached out in wonder to touch it, My hand caught my attention: It seemed
to be becoming hairier. My skin was darkening. My nails seemed to be getting longer
and dark patches seemed to be spreading.
My forearm pulsed before my eyes. My fingers danced as my forearm muscles tensed
and relaxed, growing visibly. Here one muscle would bulge, grow, and rest enlarged,
there another would pick up the rhythm. It was dawning on me what was
happening. What I had fantasized so many times about: I was getting bigger. I was
getting “floofier”. I raised both arms into my view and stared at them. Yes: the
pulsing growth was happening all over, strand by strand my arms were being
reformed. my forearms were by this point mostly covered by large patches of dark
skin, from which black hair - no, FUR - was sprouting in tufts. My usual arm hair
was stiffening and darkening.
The skin of my upper arms was developing dark... spots? My lips curled up into a
smile. Deep in my being, beyond all reason, I KNEW what was happening. What I
was becoming. Now that I had seen it, I could put a word to the tight pulsing I was
feeling: Growth.
The thought sparked a wave of arousal. My member once again hardening. Now I no
longer fought the tightness. Suddenly a part of my essence took flight. I began to
moan in delight. I was no longer resisting the change. I reached up and gently
touched the beautiful hood, knowing instantly that it was the source of this wonder.
My mind was filled with a warm mist, a fog that didn't make me stupid, but hid all
the fear and anxieties of life. A warm knowledge that I was all right. That I wasloved. I knew now exactly what pup space truly was. All I needed right now was to
grow and be a good boy.
That happy thought caused me to yearn for my Ragsy. My beloved. I stared over at
him, concern temporarily filling my mind. But now I saw that he too was growing,
writhing and moaning in pleasure on the bed. His voice, having seemed so distant
for a time, was now clear, and getting deeper. The moans of delight coming from me
elicited responding moans from him. He was clearly experiencing - if not the same,
then similar feelings. Even as he writhed in otherworldly arousal, he was reaching
over and caressing and petting me.
Even as my back felt like there were snakes mating under my skin, even as I began
to writhe in pleasure, even as I felt the wretched hot tight denim constricting my
legs, I reached out to his form and gently gripped his arm. he grumbled reassuringly
as he too held my limb tightly. The light from the open curtains behind the bed
made it difficult to fully see him, but it was clear that he was becoming heavily
muscular. I yearned to fondle the massive tent of his crotch, even as his hand slid
teasingly over it.
The growth seemed to stop for a while. I lay on the cold tile floor, panting lustfully.
listening to my beloved's moans. His changes seemed slower than mine, but no less
pleasurable. I crawled over and pulled myself onto the bed and over him. My weight
on top of him caused him to grunt in surprise and concern, but the grunt soon
turned into a moan as my weight countered the forces of his muscles. The skin on
the underside of my hands had begun to thicken, and yet was still fairly sensitive. I
crossed over him bodily, then gripped his now super-tight shirt, even as I began to
nuzzle his tent.
"what are you-"
His words were interrupted as I turned my attention back to his torso and, with my
new strength, ripped the horrible fabric off of him. The view I had was stunning.
Instead of the pot belly Hiding his core, His Abs were wide hills with gentle valleys.
His pecs, once flattened against his form had swollen. His hands, in kind, began
exploring my new physique.
Realising fully what he needed to do, he began petting and scratching the new tufts
of soft fur which now spread in a patchwork over my body. Even as I worshipped
his new form, he gripped my collar, and pulled me closer for a kiss. I began whining
needily. Words were hard to come by. But my Love knew exactly what I needed.
Softly he pulled my head next to his face and gently growled:
"Good boy. You're MY good boy. My strong, sexy good boy."
As if a magic spell had been cast, my body responded. Power seemed to surgethrough me. My thighs ballooned outward, My arse cheeks strained. I rolled over
back next to him and moaned and writhed as my muscles once again raced to follow
his command. I felt a tight sensation in my feet and stared down past my boulderous
chest. admiring the ravines and cliffs of my abdomen, past the hardened bulge of my
crotch, itself sending signals of pleasure coursing through me, down to my feet.
Elongating, thickening, I watched with fascination as a set of thick black claws
pierced my socks, which were themselves being stretched to their limits. I beheld
four thick toe-beans rip through in one sudden burst. My small toe seemed to be
shrinking away.
I felt a lump on my arse quiver against the repulsive denim, knowing that it must be
my tail, imagining a bushy duster. I needed to be free. I reached down and ripped at
the jeans. My Ragsy helped, tearing at the foul hateful fabric even as he softly
commanded that I be his good, strong, big boy. Finally we extricated me and I felt
my member flop out, rock-hard. I could smell the strong odour of pre.
My face was beginning to feel tight. I knew soon I would be perfect. My love
grasped my hand and explored it even as it thickened into a paw. My fingers had
not lengthened but had instead widened into something closer to large yeen beans,
my nails having morphed into large curved claws. Pads had developed on my
fingertips and palm. The digits were less flexible, but my fat meaty thumb was still
opposable.
But I had more important needs to attend to. I slid my other paw down to my
thoroughly gooey cock. Almost as if in response I felt my balls swell. A beast and
good boy needs seed to match. It was strange, I had expected pain as my nuts
swelled, but instead I had waves of pleasure roll outward. I could feel my veiny
shaft growing, spurting out pre as it went.
I closed my eyes tight as the tightness in my face crescendoed into a pain that my
nerves couldn't entirely hide, but also a pleasure knowing soon I would be perfect. I
felt my face begin to jot out. My paw-like hands jolted upwards to paw at my
growing snout. The stench of my pre on my paw filled my nose and sent shivers of
need through me. Even as this was happening, my Ragsy, my beloved master, placed
his now huge warm knotted shaft against mine. I began to moan as he began to
thrust and frot. My moans changed into hyenid giggles and excited screeches as my
maw formed. I felt my ears swell, migrate, and reshape. My wonderful magical hood
was still there, feature-hugging, but never tight. Moulding itself to fit my growing
snout.
"Good boy", came the beastly growl, "You're my big, strong, goodest yeen. A beast.
And you're gonna cum like one".
Writhing on the bed, screeching in pleasure, giggling for the release to come, groping
my new mountainous muscles, I heard him begin to moan and howl and I stareddown in time to see his orange meaty rocket shooting rope after rope of hot seed up,
most of which cascaded down onto my torso. I wondered at my huge veiny shaft,
now coloured ebony aside from the very tip, the swollen glans pulsing against his
rocket even as it was bathed in his seed. I had no option but to obey my beloved
master. I made a loud moan as I felt lumps of seed get shot along my urethra. To
my delight ropes of hot jizz shot out of me, mingling with my master's ropes upon
my chest.
I grumbled happily in the post-nut glow, my mind hot with joy. I was surprised
when I felt my Ragsy lean forward and begin licking up our seed: clearly new needs
and instincts had been bolted into his mind. My blue eyes stared in absolute worship
at him, soaking in the beauty of this beast. A large canid face, vulpine in some
features but lupine in others. Strange and unnatural - but wonderful - patterns of
colour. Beautiful emerald eyes staring into his good boy's eyes, and an orange
tongue, taking back the seed that belongs to him...
And then this boulder of a creature climbed upward and cuddled his good boy.
Petting me and reassuring me, even as I licked at his neck. Gently he petted me, I
felt my tail thumping as he booped my snout and called me his good pup. Gently,
he undid the clasp at the back of the now-massive hood and pulled it off gently. And
we kissed. Our tongues exploring every inch of each others' mouth, taking in the
taste and the huge teeth. we now had the chance to explore our new features. We
spent some time pawing and nuzzling at each others' face and ears. we each
investigated the others' physique as we lay in the warmth of our post-coital glow.
Human concerns were for later...The Hood
By Lance Verity
I eagerly ripped open the box. At last: it was here.
The neoprene pup hood was black, with a stocky muzzle. I had ordered one with an
open back because I would need to add hyena ears later. My intention was to paint
it tan and black when I had a chance. The harness was likewise black, with a single
strap across the front of the chest, with a metal ring in the centre.
I presented them to my beloved boyfriend, who was slightly nonplussed, He also
knew how expensive this shit was, and I did feel like he was slightly annoyed by the
waste.. He knew how long I had wanted this, however. He wasn't into pup-play
himself, but he understood how I needed to revert sometimes, and this would
definitely help me.
"Well, good boy, go try it on."
I rushed through to the bedroom to get my collar: A cheap polyurethane dog collar I
had long ago bought, painted, and decorated. I took off my grey T-shirt emblazoned
with a hyena and chucked it on the bed. The collar's ornaments jingled as I clasped
it and then rotated the leash loop to the front, and then I went back to the lounge
and had Rags help strap the hood and harness on.
Finally I, unnecessarily shyly, darted through to our pathetically small bathroom and
closed the door. Then I approached the basin and examined myself. "not bad," I
thought, "although I wish I had the body for it". I had long ago forsaken the idea of
working out - far too much hard work with no motivation.
As I was admiring myself in the bathroom mirror, I began to feel a warm sensation.
I felt cuter, sexier. I stared at my eyes, which seemed to gain an appealing and
sultry intensity from being highlighted by the mask. I stared at my chest, as flat and
unappealing as it was, I could pretend. Just slip into the head space. Imagining what
it would be like to be a beast. I closed my eyes and began tensing and flexing,
imagining it. Grumbling happily, I felt my crotch begin tightening from the thought.
A warm tingling sensation began to spread from my head and face, and down my
spine. Assuming it was just the ASMR from what I was picturing in my mind, I paid
it little attention. My thoughts were focused on exploring what few contours I had,
gently rubbing what little muscle I had on my chest and feeling the solidity of the
muscles below my belly fat. Gently admiring the texture of my chest hair. There
seemed more than usual. Softer to the touch. It's amazing what the mind can
imagine.My heart seemed to pound harder as I imagined becoming a beast. I explored and
groped the bulge in my jeans, smiling at how big I felt.
I grunted in annoyance. I love ASMR, but now I was feeling itchy. itches in the
centre of my chest and along my spine were starting to irritate. Suddenly I arose
from that calm head space. My pulse was way stronger than it should be, my body
felt like it was twitching slightly to the beat. That wasn't right. I felt a few mild
cramps in my core, although they passed quickly. My jeans were feeling hot, and I
felt as though I was beginning to sweat.
My eyes slammed open. Yes, there I was. Beginning to sweat. But...
I looked closer. Something was off: I seemed to look more... defined, somehow?
'Odd', I thought. I felt my chest, There seemed more bumfluff than I remembered.
But I was hardly in any mood to examine it closely. Despite the fact that the hood,
harness, and my old collar seemed perfectly comfy,the tingling sensation had
increased and my itchy back was really starting to piss me off now. I reached around
to the small of my back desperately to scratch and-
My eyes widened: I could feel hair. Not short, soft, individual fuzz, but a... tuft?
"Bae!", I urgently exclaimed, even as I continued feeling what I was sure seemed to
be a tuft of hair along my spine that wasn't supposed to be there.
"What's wrong?"
The question from the lounge seemed more distant than the distance and closed door
would account for. My pulse on its own seemed to try to smother the sound. I began
to worry. Was I having some kind of seizure? It didn't FEEL like any shock or aura I
had ever felt. Was it an allergic reaction, or was my new hood laced with
something?
"BAE!"
I tugged experimentally at it and yes, I felt the pull on my skin. My eyes widened in
fascinated terror as I stared more closely at the front of my chest. It definitely looked
more fuzzy than before.
"Bae, h- help! I... think I'm hallucinating", I bellowed even as I heard him stomp up
the hall at speed. My mind was racing, the world seemed to be in slow-motion. My
hairs were standing on end. I was getting almost dizzy, but the sensation wasn't
entirely unpleasant. I felt like I was floating, terrified and yet...
Warm? Cosy, even?I turned with a start as Rags slammed the door open and barged in, reaching for me.
"WHAT'S WRONG??", he exclaimed as he grabbed on to me.
My breathing was now becoming heavy. My eyes, though, seemed to become even
more focused.
"I... I don't... my skin!"
I turned back towards the mirror and heard "WHAT THE FUCK??". My eyes widened
as I saw his expression in the mirror.
"what?", I exclaimed fearfully. But then he reached out and touched my back.
Suddenly, I was hit by a wave of intense euphoria, as if a switch had been flipped. I
felt him... grabbing and fondling the tuft of hair.
"Okay, then I must be hallucinating", he said even as I watched him in the mirror,
feeling him probing hair on my lower neck and upper back that I shouldn't have. He
was fascinated and disturbed.
I shrieked in pain as he yanked at a clump. It was real, or at least, I thought, That's
what it feels like.
"What the fuck", he exclaimed, "There's more growing!"
I grumbled softly. The fear was melting away, replaced with a sense of euphoria as I
felt him poking and prodding at my back. He reached up to try unstrapping the
hood, but as he touched it, we stiffened as what felt like a jolt of electricity coursed
through us.
"Ack! Fok!"
"Shit, are you okay", I asked as I turned to check on him. He had been knocked
back and was nursing the finger that had dared to interrupt the hood, and... That
was an odd thought.
But as I was reaching out to him, I suddenly doubled over in pain and fell towards
him. He managed to catch me, but it caused him to slump lack against the door
frame. We were both trying not to let each other fall over. But even as we caught
our balance, waves of pain washed over me. Like a hundred mild cramps,
unexpectedly coming and going. "R... Room, crAAAGHmping", I moaned as I started
to stagger across towards the bedroom. He felt my body shake as we made our way,
step by step.I heard him start panting heavily and groaning. Shit, did he get hurt when he caught
me?
"Bae?"
"Ack... cramps as... well".
We had made it just into the bedroom when I doubled over in pain and fell forward
onto the floor. But instead of terror, I felt high, in spite of the pain. In fact, now it
was shifting into a numb pressure, like my muscles were being squeezed. I looked
blearily at my Love, leaning on the bed, who seemed to be experiencing the same
high. As I tried to get to my hands and knees to approach him, a wave of tightness
caused me to collapse again and roll over onto my back.
I obviously couldn't get up. I tried to catch my breath when a surge of heat and
tightness hit my core. I stared down and...
I gasped in amazement as I saw my abdomen actively gain definition even as I was
staring at it. The fluff on my torso was starting to reveal its true nature: it was soft
fur. As I reached out in wonder to touch it, My hand caught my attention: It seemed
to be becoming hairier. My skin was darkening. My nails seemed to be getting longer
and dark patches seemed to be spreading.
My forearm pulsed before my eyes. My fingers danced as my forearm muscles tensed
and relaxed, growing visibly. Here one muscle would bulge, grow, and rest enlarged,
there another would pick up the rhythm. It was dawning on me what was
happening. What I had fantasized so many times about: I was getting bigger. I was
getting “floofier”. I raised both arms into my view and stared at them. Yes: the
pulsing growth was happening all over, strand by strand my arms were being
reformed. my forearms were by this point mostly covered by large patches of dark
skin, from which black hair - no, FUR - was sprouting in tufts. My usual arm hair
was stiffening and darkening.
The skin of my upper arms was developing dark... spots? My lips curled up into a
smile. Deep in my being, beyond all reason, I KNEW what was happening. What I
was becoming. Now that I had seen it, I could put a word to the tight pulsing I was
feeling: Growth.
The thought sparked a wave of arousal. My member once again hardening. Now I no
longer fought the tightness. Suddenly a part of my essence took flight. I began to
moan in delight. I was no longer resisting the change. I reached up and gently
touched the beautiful hood, knowing instantly that it was the source of this wonder.
My mind was filled with a warm mist, a fog that didn't make me stupid, but hid all
the fear and anxieties of life. A warm knowledge that I was all right. That I wasloved. I knew now exactly what pup space truly was. All I needed right now was to
grow and be a good boy.
That happy thought caused me to yearn for my Ragsy. My beloved. I stared over at
him, concern temporarily filling my mind. But now I saw that he too was growing,
writhing and moaning in pleasure on the bed. His voice, having seemed so distant
for a time, was now clear, and getting deeper. The moans of delight coming from me
elicited responding moans from him. He was clearly experiencing - if not the same,
then similar feelings. Even as he writhed in otherworldly arousal, he was reaching
over and caressing and petting me.
Even as my back felt like there were snakes mating under my skin, even as I began
to writhe in pleasure, even as I felt the wretched hot tight denim constricting my
legs, I reached out to his form and gently gripped his arm. he grumbled reassuringly
as he too held my limb tightly. The light from the open curtains behind the bed
made it difficult to fully see him, but it was clear that he was becoming heavily
muscular. I yearned to fondle the massive tent of his crotch, even as his hand slid
teasingly over it.
The growth seemed to stop for a while. I lay on the cold tile floor, panting lustfully.
listening to my beloved's moans. His changes seemed slower than mine, but no less
pleasurable. I crawled over and pulled myself onto the bed and over him. My weight
on top of him caused him to grunt in surprise and concern, but the grunt soon
turned into a moan as my weight countered the forces of his muscles. The skin on
the underside of my hands had begun to thicken, and yet was still fairly sensitive. I
crossed over him bodily, then gripped his now super-tight shirt, even as I began to
nuzzle his tent.
"what are you-"
His words were interrupted as I turned my attention back to his torso and, with my
new strength, ripped the horrible fabric off of him. The view I had was stunning.
Instead of the pot belly Hiding his core, His Abs were wide hills with gentle valleys.
His pecs, once flattened against his form had swollen. His hands, in kind, began
exploring my new physique.
Realising fully what he needed to do, he began petting and scratching the new tufts
of soft fur which now spread in a patchwork over my body. Even as I worshipped
his new form, he gripped my collar, and pulled me closer for a kiss. I began whining
needily. Words were hard to come by. But my Love knew exactly what I needed.
Softly he pulled my head next to his face and gently growled:
"Good boy. You're MY good boy. My strong, sexy good boy."
As if a magic spell had been cast, my body responded. Power seemed to surgethrough me. My thighs ballooned outward, My arse cheeks strained. I rolled over
back next to him and moaned and writhed as my muscles once again raced to follow
his command. I felt a tight sensation in my feet and stared down past my boulderous
chest. admiring the ravines and cliffs of my abdomen, past the hardened bulge of my
crotch, itself sending signals of pleasure coursing through me, down to my feet.
Elongating, thickening, I watched with fascination as a set of thick black claws
pierced my socks, which were themselves being stretched to their limits. I beheld
four thick toe-beans rip through in one sudden burst. My small toe seemed to be
shrinking away.
I felt a lump on my arse quiver against the repulsive denim, knowing that it must be
my tail, imagining a bushy duster. I needed to be free. I reached down and ripped at
the jeans. My Ragsy helped, tearing at the foul hateful fabric even as he softly
commanded that I be his good, strong, big boy. Finally we extricated me and I felt
my member flop out, rock-hard. I could smell the strong odour of pre.
My face was beginning to feel tight. I knew soon I would be perfect. My love
grasped my hand and explored it even as it thickened into a paw. My fingers had
not lengthened but had instead widened into something closer to large yeen beans,
my nails having morphed into large curved claws. Pads had developed on my
fingertips and palm. The digits were less flexible, but my fat meaty thumb was still
opposable.
But I had more important needs to attend to. I slid my other paw down to my
thoroughly gooey cock. Almost as if in response I felt my balls swell. A beast and
good boy needs seed to match. It was strange, I had expected pain as my nuts
swelled, but instead I had waves of pleasure roll outward. I could feel my veiny
shaft growing, spurting out pre as it went.
I closed my eyes tight as the tightness in my face crescendoed into a pain that my
nerves couldn't entirely hide, but also a pleasure knowing soon I would be perfect. I
felt my face begin to jot out. My paw-like hands jolted upwards to paw at my
growing snout. The stench of my pre on my paw filled my nose and sent shivers of
need through me. Even as this was happening, my Ragsy, my beloved master, placed
his now huge warm knotted shaft against mine. I began to moan as he began to
thrust and frot. My moans changed into hyenid giggles and excited screeches as my
maw formed. I felt my ears swell, migrate, and reshape. My wonderful magical hood
was still there, feature-hugging, but never tight. Moulding itself to fit my growing
snout.
"Good boy", came the beastly growl, "You're my big, strong, goodest yeen. A beast.
And you're gonna cum like one".
Writhing on the bed, screeching in pleasure, giggling for the release to come, groping
my new mountainous muscles, I heard him begin to moan and howl and I stareddown in time to see his orange meaty rocket shooting rope after rope of hot seed up,
most of which cascaded down onto my torso. I wondered at my huge veiny shaft,
now coloured ebony aside from the very tip, the swollen glans pulsing against his
rocket even as it was bathed in his seed. I had no option but to obey my beloved
master. I made a loud moan as I felt lumps of seed get shot along my urethra. To
my delight ropes of hot jizz shot out of me, mingling with my master's ropes upon
my chest.
I grumbled happily in the post-nut glow, my mind hot with joy. I was surprised
when I felt my Ragsy lean forward and begin licking up our seed: clearly new needs
and instincts had been bolted into his mind. My blue eyes stared in absolute worship
at him, soaking in the beauty of this beast. A large canid face, vulpine in some
features but lupine in others. Strange and unnatural - but wonderful - patterns of
colour. Beautiful emerald eyes staring into his good boy's eyes, and an orange
tongue, taking back the seed that belongs to him...
And then this boulder of a creature climbed upward and cuddled his good boy.
Petting me and reassuring me, even as I licked at his neck. Gently he petted me, I
felt my tail thumping as he booped my snout and called me his good pup. Gently,
he undid the clasp at the back of the now-massive hood and pulled it off gently. And
we kissed. Our tongues exploring every inch of each others' mouth, taking in the
taste and the huge teeth. we now had the chance to explore our new features. We
spent some time pawing and nuzzling at each others' face and ears. we each
investigated the others' physique as we lay in the warmth of our post-coital glow.
Human concerns were for later...