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Under New Management Pt. 3

"The New Master"

Zarrow rubbed the back of his head as he awoke from an admittedly strange dream. A yawn and a stretch helped to summon forth some sort of alertness in the man.

A snake woman, a hospital room, what even happened in that dream?

It seemed to fade away the more he thought about it, cementing in his mind that it was in fact nothing more than his imagination...until he looked down. What greeted his sight was not the body of a standard human - well not that of any human really. No matter how much he rubbed his eyes with white-taloned hands his body remained the same. The black and white hybrid of bird and orca his body had been morphed into became no less real no matter how many times he shut his eyes and pinched his (feathery) flesh.

"What the fuck?"

The cry of surprise echoed about his plain room, all until a worried slapping of feet, well paws, came thumping down the hall. Aurel threw open the door, an expression of worry set into his face.

"What's wro- oh."

What at first appeared to be a sympathetic image of worry on the otter's face faltered, then broke into a grin. Aurel stepped into the room, still only clad in underwear, this time boxers patterned with whales. The real worry for Zarrow started at that point, knowing that something was up.

"Sooo Z, what's wrong?"

He let this statement almost purr out of his muzzle, the sultry tone to his voice only adding another layer to Zarrow's growing pile of unease. The newly minted bird started to stammer out a response, a demand for explanation, really just any words that came to his befuddled mind.

"It wasn't a dream?"

"Nope."

"Why? Who? Wha-"

"Woah, let me stop you there. So many questions roomie!"

He sauntered towards the confused hybrid, eyes devouring his frame even moreso than before, especially widening when they focused on the meaty horse-shaft between Zarrow's legs. Tapping on his chest, Aurel beckoned to follow.

"Come, I'll be able to answer your questions soon enough."

Zarrow wobbled as he stood up on unfamiliar legs, getting used to his new gait. He was still plantigrade, but getting used to a tail, and a new body in general, is not an easy undertaking. He followed Aurel down the hall to Aurel's own room, again just being slightly unsettled by his constant near-nudity.

Well at least we're still in the same apartment. That didn't change.

Then they entered Aurel's room. Zarrow's cheeks puffed up in what he knew was his body's way of blushing now. In the year or so they had lived together he'd not once entered Aurel's room, just felt it would be infringing on the otter's privacy. Now he validated the other reason he never entered. Lining the room on and in various cases, shelves, and hooks was every sex toy and piece of kink gear imaginable. Z let out a slight whimper and tried to back out, but the otter motioned for the hybrid to sit next to him on the bed, so he begrudgingly accepted.

"Well. The thing is Zarrow, I did it. I arranged the appointment and based off of that sketch I found hidden on your computer-"

"You WHAT?"

"Oh hush. I decided that it would be quote 'more exciting, more varietal, just more lifelike' unquote. That's you by the way."

Zarrow glared at the otter next to him, noticing the mustelid sidled quite close to him, a subtle manly musk coming off Aurel.

"Uhm...you're a bit close, bud...damn, this is a lot to take in..."

The otter let out a giggle, hand finding its way to rub over Zarrow's thigh, him looking at the hybrid lustily.

"Well, it's not quite over yet. I had them use an experimental serum on you..."

"Oh dear.."

"And it makes your mind and body follow my commands. Like if I were to say: "Freeze Zarrow" You'd have to comply. Or if I said that you were horny, so so horny like a good birdie...mmm."

Zarrow let out a whimper as his body literally locked itself in place, then felt his shaft start to throb with a need, a heat like he'd never felt before. In the bottom of his vision he saw his cock grow into view, a thick dripping thing at least 8 inches long. Letting out another whimper he looked to his tormentor, now standing over him.

Aurel rubbed himself over seeing the roommate he'd been lusting over for quite some time now completely at his whim. His own blushing grin spreading wider seeing this birdy frozen in pleasure.

"Okay fine. You can move again, but no touching yourself you subby birdy. I've known you've been thinking of me for quite some time now, remember always secretly lusting after your otter roommate? Thinking about his hot body, his musky scent, his supple ass..."

Zarrow gasped as he moved again, cock throbbing as he slowly dry-humped the air in search of release, pre leaking out in a steady trickle as his eyes start to roam over Aurel's body. He thought back to the times he got home, seeing his sexy...no just naked...otter roommate and just wishing he was completely naked and swinging that sexy a-no!

Aurel could see Zarrow struggling with himself, but watched the slight disgust in the hybrid's eyes drain to confusion, then lust as they trailed down his muscular yet lithe frame.

"You know, the more you think about my body the more lust you feel for musky otters, it just feels so good if you give in, so good if you surrender your body to me, let me change you to be a good pet."

"Mmf...no..."

Zarrow was already losing the battle with himself, the tense resistance of his muscles starting to slacken as he took in more of the otter's scent, especially when he pulled Z's beak to rub against his chest, the fur slightly damp from a night of being wrapped up in sheets. With more of the rubbing of the hybrid's beak into his sweaty fur the bird snapped, letting out a moan as he voluntarily nuzzled into those slim pecs.

"Ohh, does the little birdie like something? Well if you'd like I can make you the perfect little pet, let us use any of that stuff on the wall, and just be such a good boy for your master."

Another slight expression of confusion came over Zarrow's face before he nodded enthusiastically, wiggling his hips as his tail lashed back and forth.

"Well, a good little slut isn't so little in the cock department. You're alway so pent up up and when a good boy's pent up his balls swell, isn't that right? In fact, you're always leaky, because you just have so much cum for master."

Aurel's hand goes down to grope at Zarrow's golfball-sized gonads, feeling it swell and shift in his hand, soon the sac not fitting in his palm easily before it spilled over, quickly growing past baseball-sized and still swelling. The trickle of pre out of his thick horseshaft becoming a stream, even getting a bit cloudy with pent up cum.

"Oh, and this simply will not do if you want to be a good cum-faucet, my pet. Your cock is just too small, I need bigger. But you're so pathetic and small...you just need to grow for master, don't you?"

This command messed with Zarrow's mind. He needed a bigger cock, but everything was just too small. As spurts of pleasure added inches on he just felt more and more inadequate. His shaft shot up, at least a foot now, but all he felt was shame.

"M...master...it's too small...need more."

"Tsk tsk pet, only a foot? Hardly worth my time, you know how small that is."

Zarrow whimpered again, not being able to touch himself he clutched at his master's hips and started to grope over the bubble butt his hands encountered. It was a slow agonizing wait as his cock grew...and grew...and grew. Soon enough the cock laid on the ground, weighed down by its own weight as well as Master Aurel sitting ontop of it. At least five feet in length and thicker than a tree trunk it resembled more of a long leaking bean bag than anything. Zarrow finally realized what the drain in his master's room was for, his cock constantly leaking and spewing out just cum at this point, even though he hadn't reached orgasm. He easily sat on his sloshing heavy balls, immobilized by the larger than yogaball balls, all four of them after master said he needed to be more 'productive'.

"Mnnph~ Need...master..."

Aurel was grinning and massaging over Zarrow's shaft, licking his lips at the cum leaking out of the huge shaft. Now was the most important command.

"Mmn my pet. With each gallon of cum you spill you'll feel yourself get more addicted to your master, to his musk, to his touch, to him. With every two gallons you'll feel your smarts drain out through your cock, just being a good dumb cum-pet for master, and for every three you'll forget parts of your previous life, just knowing you've always been a good cumfaucet for master. And of course, you're my good pet, you're my good boy, isn't that right Pet?"

He sultrily purrs this out and the effects are almost instant, not only does Z...Pet moan out as more and more of his hot musky cum pumps out the fat tip of his huge shaft, but a dazed look overtakes his face, mindlessly grunting as he futilely tries to hump for pleasure. Spurt after spurt continues out of the blunt end of his cock, already tipping over the third gallon. He felt...strange. Every time Pet looked at his master it was like a drug, pushing out another hot spurt of cum. He could still think, right? Eleven times eleven was...uh...well ten times ten was one hundred, so he could still think! The memories drained out of him, first of what his house used to look like...all he could remember was that he needed master.

"Good boy, just cum even more, constantly leaking cum like a good pet. Ooh, one sec!"

Master hopped off of Pet's shaft, eliciting a moan of need and another wave of cum from the bird. Ten times ten didn't really matter did it? He knew their address still, and 2 plus 2 was definitely four, duh. Suddenly he felt something press at his ass, a grunt, then his Master's voice:

"Well, you need more capacity than this my stupid little pet, if you want to be a good toy you need to be able to fit much more than this, at least your Master's fist, and probably should self-lubricate too, so that anyone can always fit in your sensitive hot jiggly ass.

Pet felt the pressure again, this time feeling split open by somethiiiii- ah! A burst of pleasure rippled through him as the huge buttplug started to vibrate right against his prostate, a moan and the first of many orgasms finally coming from the lusty toy. Gallon upon gallon of potent gooey cum spilled from the 6 foot cock, both growings significantly slowing as gush upon gush spurted out. Parents - gone. Friends -gone. Name - gone. All that was left was Master. 2 plus 2 was...was...nng...was hottt. He giggled out through the moan, a good dummy pet for Master, even thinking of Master brought him to the edge before another orgasm was caused by that vibrating plug.

"Good boy, good boy. I think another few hours will be the perfect brainwashing for my very special Pet, don't you? Just cumming over and over, draining everything and being a good blank slate for Master. Good Pet."

Pet continued to spill cum throughout the night, as Master fucked, played, and changed him exactly to his every desire.

The End...?