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"Familiar Surroundings"

by The Dove

I usually tend to go shirtless on my evening walks. Feeling the cold brisk night air against my bare chest does wonder for the body and soul. Of course, it was a chilly night (very peculiar for the typically humid summer we were having), and the logic behind going shirtless and wandering off into the thick woods wasn't the most appropriate decision for outerwear. Little did I know that my bare chest wouldn't be bare for much longer. In fact, I wouldn't be anything resembling human before the night was over. As if spirited away down a trail I had no recollection of, I began to quiver in my shoes as the cold was getting to me. The foggy and dense atmosphere pervading the forest cast an almost eerie and truly ambient mood across the foliage. Turning my back to the direction I had traveled, I realized that I was indeed lost. Lost and cold. Suddenly, a very pungent hickory smell reached my nostrils, awakening my sense of delusion and hopeless realization of my foolhardy travels. Somewhere there was shelter, and perhaps for me, even a ride back to town. I didn't even bring my cell phone or let friends or family know of my wayward departure. How foolish I was.

Sifting through the pines and slipping on patches of dense moss along the way, a dark golden light, hazy with the fog and hickory-scented smoke of the forest, caught my eye. And then I saw it, a quaint, ramshackle little hovel of an abode, just perched on the bank of the nearby creek. An ivy-covered brick chimney protruded from the top, spewing hazy fathoms of woodsmoke up into the canopy overhead. A small paned window caught my attention. Within, I could see a large figure shift past the glowing light of the interior, casting a black silhouette against my vision that couldn't be described as anything less than befitting of this mysterious outdoor environment I found myself in. Stepping out of the forest thicket and across the small meadow towards the creek bank, a beautiful patch of wildflowers caught my eye. They seemed to sway and dance to a song that I knew not amidst the moonlight piercing and refracting through the fog overhead. A quick snapping of a fallen limb in the forest thicket reminded me that I was not the only one in this forest. As I turned towards the entranceway of the cabin, I was unaware of the myriad of eyes that cast glances at me from the trees. Little did I know that my own eyes would join their ranks soon enough.

As my hands (still shaking from the frigid air of the night) reached for the rusty and moss-caked door-knocker on the wooden door, a sharp rustling inside the house caught my attention. It sounded like the quick-setting down of a cast-iron pot or some other culinary apparatus. Maybe some food was in my future as well as a ride home. Come to think of it, was there even a mode of transportation here? A quick glance around the meadow revealed nothing in the way of a car, bicycle, or even the remnants of an old plow or buggy. I was really shit outta luck this time it appeared. Maybe this wayward hermit would spare a cot for the night. A quick inspection of my wallet revealed a crisp $20 bill. I was so busy staring at the interior of my billfold that I didn't realize a sudden growing light appearing on my shoes. Looking up, I could see the door opening, that same shadow beginning to cast its presence upon me.

Raising my head, I came face-to-face with a very large and thick woman in the most beautiful nightgown I had ever seen. I couldn't help staring at her attire before I even spoke. Interwoven with silken threads of emerald-green and interlaced in spirals of a dark purple patterned flourish, it was perhaps the most beautiful piece of hand-woven fabric I had ever laid eyes upon. I was captivated by her figure. Her thighs seemed to even strain the fibers of her dress itself. She was thick, robust, and looked like the kind of woman who could put a man in his place by strength alone. My gaze shifted up her torso and onto her chest. Her breasts, just like her thighs, filled the fabric of her dress as if every ounce of her attire was straining to prevent her gracious looks from bursting at the seams. I felt a warm sensation in my loins as I realized that, yes, I was indeed getting a bit aroused. Quickly, shifting my legs to try to hide the emerging bulge in my workout shorts, I stammered to say the first word to my new acquaintance.

"Eyes up here boy."

The sudden declaration shook me back to my senses as my cheeks flushed red. I wasn't one to stare and gawk at a woman, but she seemed so captivating... so inviting. Darting my eyes to her face, I wasn't disappointed at the look there either. Puffy, soft cheeks against an endearing small pudgy nose created a soft contrast against her beautiful light blue eyes that flashed at me. Behind her, a long carpet of ebony-colored hair flowed down her shoulders. Part of her rose-red lips was upturned in a half-surprised, half-expectant grin. I quickly apologized to her and explained my situation. I still couldn't believe I had eyed this woman like some brutish man. With a deep bow and curtsy (of which an overpowering whiff of dried mint leaves once again titillated my nasal cavities), the woman ushered me in without another word. She seemed eager to see me in at the least, with her hand reaching out to guide me into her hut, her upturned smile now shifting into a broad smile.

The interior of the shack didn't fare better than the outside. For a woman who dressed in such lavish clothing and smelled like the fantasy of any young man, her interior was much to be desired. A bookcase sat in the corner next to a small bed that appeared to have been used as a workstation of some sort. The cabinet was filled with a variety of old tomes and even some novels dispersed here and there. Some appeared to be caked in a fine film of dust and grime indicating that they hadn't been touched for some time. On the stand next to the bookcase sat a couple of textbook-sized books, heavily used if the crimping of the pages and tattering of the binding had anything to say about it. One was open to what appeared to be the anatomy of the human skeletal and muscular system while another depicted a variety of fauna from across the world. A large rusty pewter urn of some sort was standing tall above the books. The flooring consisted of a variety of wooden planks set into the ground. Some of the floorings was patchwork, to say the least, with some sprouts of moss and weeds eating their way through the crevices of the planks. In the opposite corner of the room lay a small raised cot with some pillows and a large ornate bedspread draped over the side of the mattress. In the center of the room sat a small wooden table, accompanied by two chairs on either end. Perched atop the table sat a cast iron bowl with silverware resting on the bowl.

As I closed the doorway behind me, still taking in the sights of this new place, my voluptuous host gracefully walked over to the far reaches of the cabin. I could hear her heels clapping against the floor (heels out here in the woods?) and her thighs shaking and meandering with the rhythm of her body amidst each step. Bending over a brickwork fireplace that I had only just come to notice, the woman began to motion with her hands towards me as she bent over a dimly lit fire, her smile continuing to draw me in closer, let alone her beauty. Before I even began to walk, I was once again captivated by her enormous figure. Her buttocks seemed to quite literally fill the entire view of the fireplace as nothing less than a full moon stared back at me, the embers of the fire casting a soft glow around the curves of her ass. Once again fighting off the mounting arousal in my shorts, I walked around the table and stood next to her to see what was in the fireplace. It appeared to be a large cast-iron pot with some specks of rust here and there. With a swift movement of her large hands, she lifted up the top, revealing a swirling concoction of broth. It smelled unlike any culinary dish I had ever encountered. Hints of spice and a woody "herb-like" aroma tantalized my senses. There didn't appear to be any sources of meat or other vegetables at all, just a thick, pungent concoction of broth. I glanced at her and complimented her on the cooking and the absolutely amazing smell before me. She merely chuckled and again, gestured with her thick arms, this time behind me to the table in the center of the shack.

Explaining my situation to her, I sat down on one of the chairs. Silence pervaded the room as the woman began to sit with a large wooden ladle that had rested against the bricks of the fireplace. Truly this was a one-person conversation. She smiled and seemed pleasant enough to see me with her warm smile and endearing gestures. Alas, she said but little. I nervously began to scratch my head. Shit, she was probably offended because of me gaping at her chest and was thinking to herself what a fool I was. Maybe she was even trying to hold back her laughter this very moment. Hell, she probably even saw my boner as well. I tensed my abdomen and drew my knees closer to me at the thought of being seen visibly aroused. I thought to myself that maybe I shouldn't expect too much generosity from her now. I took a deep breath, pushed my thumbs against my eyes to rub them, and decided to just see where the evening took me. Reaching around, the woman picked up the bowl that rested on the table, glancing at me and giving me a slight wink, a gesture that I quickly averted my gaze from in addition to a hot flushing of my cheeks at my embarrassment. Again, that same mysterious chuckle from her, this time with a quick glance down my waistline at the crotch area of my shorts, releasing a bellowing laughter at the sight of my poking shorts. Yep, totally busted. Nice going dude.

Looking down at the table, I rested my hands on the hard cold surface to try to salvage what dignity I had left of my manhood. My fingers were starting to warm up from the fire, but they were quivering a little, as were my toes within my still-dampened socks. I was no doubt nervous about this whole ordeal. Even my hands and fingernails looked inappropriate for the occasion with flakes of dirt and scraps of grass embedded under the nails from my earlier slip down a grassy hillside. And I didn't even want to think about the messy curls of my hair that weren't even brushed.

To get my mind off my appearance, I decided to stare at the table while she poured my meal. She was obviously a woman of few words and I supposed the old adage that "silence is golden" must hold faithful to a circumstance such as this, so I did. I supposed that what mattered is that she knew I was a traveler in need of assistance and she would provide... hopefully. Staring at the table, I realized that whoever had crafted it was a shoddy worker. Chinks in the wood and what appeared to be large scrapes and claw marks were embedded in the surface of the table I sat at. Sharp nail markings along the side of the table gave the impression that a cat had been having a little too much fun with the table. Come to think of it, parts of the floor didn't fare much better. The same battered patterns clawed scars made their way across some of the planks of wood flooring and even to the entrance of the door itself. Oddly enough, they stopped right before the board of the doorframe. This place could really use a make-over. I didn't care, though; right now I just needed food. My brain didn't have time to process the negligent details of my surroundings.

With a large heavy thump, the woman sat down opposite me at the table. In her hands was the iron bowl, filled to the brim with that same broth from the fireplace. Haze and steam wafted from the top. Leaning forward, the woman pushed the bowl to my end, a sudden creak emanating from the worn chair, no doubt feeling the force of her larger-than-life presence. Again, she smiled at me as I thanked her in the most sincere way possible. Gesturing toward the bowl, she looked at me in a very longing and expectant way. Then she spoke once more. The infrequency of her words gave me a little startle at the table.

"Eat, my boy."

This whole "boy" thing was getting a little odd for me, but I didn't complain. Her words made me feel... well, honestly, it was a little bit attractive at that. Her voice was odd, to say the least, though. It was commanding, yet somehow endearing at the same time. Almost like a mother talking to a child or... I just couldn't place my finger on it. Taking a deep spoonful of the concoction, I lifted it up towards my mouth. At first, I noticed a very strange bitter taste that almost made me want to think twice before reaching back into that bowl. My eyes widened when the aftertaste hit me... it was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Nodding to her and indicating my heartfelt approval, I finished the bowl in record time. It was only a mere 10 minutes before I had finished a second helping of the concoction. A growing stiff hardness was growing in my gut. Even the lower portion of my belly seemed a little softer and looser. I needed to eat after all that exercise. I sat back in the chair, lifted my head against the back of the chair and breathed a deep sigh of contentment. My hands dropped down to the sides of the table in response to the warm meal filling my body. Indeed I was content. Truly, I was satisfied. Satisfied and... strangely calm. It seemed my fingers had stopped shaking ages ago. This place was starting to get kind of a "homey" sensation to it honestly. It wasn't long before that calming feeling began to grow from my belly and spread throughout my limbs, torso, loins, and toes; everywhere my nerves reached and had power. Looking up at the woman, she seemed closer to me than she had before. Her chair was closer to me now, almost halfway around the table. I imagined I would have heard a woman of her size scraping her chair across the floor. Her hands were folded across her chest, and she had a strange look on her face. She looked, how should I say, curiously impatient. Her eyes were bright, but she seemed almost like she was... waiting for something. What was she... waiting... for....

"!?!?"

As if bags of sand were suddenly dumped into my brain cavity, my head began to lurch, whipping my curls across the top of my forehead with my cranium almost making a collision with the table itself. Something caught me before my head could smash against the clawed end of the table my host had seated me at. Smooth as velvet hands held my chin and I mustered the strength to look towards the one who had caught me. It was her. What had just happened? My thoughts began to feel fuzzy. My eyes felt heavy, but I glanced upwards at her. She was looking directly into my view, her light blue ones piercing into my hazels. I couldn't look away from her. I began to breathe heavier and heavier.

"Silly boys like you only come around once in a blue moon."

The previously embracing and lively smile I once saw plastered on her face now gave way to a stiff, almost curt expression. Her fingers began to run through my hair, filling me with a comfort and adding to the haze I was wrapped in. I felt so relaxed that my butt slowly slipped forward off the chair, my knees coming into contact with the floor. My head slid off the table as well as I quickly put my hands down to catch my fall. I was now sitting on my knees with my hands clamped down on the cold wood in front of me. Again, another chuckle from above the table, followed by a little whistle as if she was beckoning an animal to her side. What the hell is going on? It was as if the processing speed of my brain was being slowed down to a fraction. My muscles felt like jelly. I could feel her breath against my side as she lowered her massive frame to the side of the table. I felt like I could fall face-first onto the floor itself but managed to keep myself upright. Suddenly, I felt a large hand touch my head. Again she ruffled my curls and gently traced along the outer rim of my ear, making me shudder. Her cold hand began to trace its way down my back and down to my ass. With a firm squeeze, she gripped one of my cheeks and gave it a quick shake. My breathing increased as my heart began to race. What the hell did she put in that soup? My ass tensed as her hand left my ass and suddenly I felt a sensation, this time in my crotch. As delicately as she did to my back, she began to trace her fingers along the bottom of my scrotum. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. No, this can't be true. I wanted to get to my feet and run, to get the fuck away from whatever hell I had wandered into. Alas, my coordination failed me.

Once more, the arousal became prominent as I was soon aware of hands gently kneading my scrotum and a soft squeezing of each of my testicles. My head drooped lower as I began to pant and breathe harder. It felt sublime, heavenly, and fucking amazing. God, I was getting so hard with every touch of her hands to my junk. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to get up and run like hell but my genitals thought otherwise. The bulge in my pants was now pushing the fabric of my sexuality to a new extent.

"What a happy boy I've made you."

My dick stiffened as she grasped the base of my penis. It wasn't enough for her though as she stretched the waistband of my shorts and underwear to thrust her large hands down my abdomen. This felt like a dream. Her hands were warm and soft against my shaft. Was this hell or paradise? Taking a thumb and forefinger, she tickled the head of my member, gently squeezing the soft tissue. My mouth opened as I grimaced, a slight moan emanating from my throat. I felt the arousal building, mounting and surging within me as she continued. Tracing the underside of my penis and vas deferens, she personally massaged my jewels once more. Heat and pounding throbbing sensations in my chest edged me further, closer to the point of climax. I was on the verge of release and this woman, this beautiful, domineering, mysterious woman, was doing this to me. I couldn't hold on any longer. I felt a warm, moist sensation permeating my shorts as I realized what was happening to me. I collapsed on the floor as the haze began to penetrate my mind, my body, my soul. My eyes closed and flickered in an out of consciousness. I felt myself being dragged, being moved across the floor to the center of the room. The last thing I could make out before my mind receded into the darkness was a pile of various articles of tattered clothing and footwear stuffed hastily underneath the raised cot.

My eyes flickered awake as some semblance of my mind seemed to return to me. I was laying on my back on the cold floor. Lifting my head to look down at the wet spot on my shorts, the events that had just transpired reminded me of what happened. There she was, standing over me, looming over me with her giantess of a form commanding a level of fear and awe in me. In her hand was a strange warped twig of some sort, fashioned to a thin circular end and seeming to emanate with a rapidly growing aura of a green, phantasmagorical glow. I realized that my mind and senses were awake (whatever had been in that concoction must have worked its way through my system it seemed) but I feared any sudden movements might be my last. Before she spoke, I released something right then and there, something I should have realized when the drop of that soup hit my lips: I wasn't going home anytime soon. Her voice filled the room as an echoing and deep, commanding roar echoed throughout the shack.

"You want to be a good boy for me. You know you do. All the boys do. You boys are all the same. So filled with the promise of youth and sexuality that your loins practically BEG for me. You want release. I see it in your eyes. Lone wolves like you make the best pets. Tonight you are going to be my beautiful boy, my handsome little pup. Now..."

"SIT BOY!"

And then it happened. With a quick rhythmic gesturing of the strange twig in her hand, I quickly realized that this was the stuff of fairy tales, the stuff of nightmares, maybe even for some, the things...of fantasy. Magic couldn't be real; it was impossible! I was a logical sound man, not some believer in ghosts and goblins or even witches. As these questions, and even contemplations of my own sanity, quickly flashed before my eyes, the woman's eyes widened as the aura began to cast brilliant flashes across the room. The aura intensified and seemed to shapen into a brilliant orb of light at the end of the twig... no, this... wand! The woman pointed the instrument at me, the green orb almost blinding my eyes, and with that same chuckle, this time infused with an evil flair of demonic pleasure, streams of waving and bending waves of that same green hue stretched from her wand and spread across the room towards me. They appeared like long green branches of some dead tree reaching out to me in a ghostly fit of rage. Again, I wanted to run, to just get away from here and flee as far as my legs could carry me. Anywhere from this witch of a woman. Before I could get to my feet, the first branch of that magical force hit me.

It seemed to crawl and creep its way across the room towards me, inching ever closer and closer. The wave seemed to emanate around my loins as the tip of the beam crawled across my bare chest before sharply turning and darting down my belly to my groin. As if my shorts had consented to this act, the waistband lifted as the beam shot to my scrotum. Time seemed to freeze as I saw what happened next. She wanted me to watch what was in store for me. I could only watch in horror; cold-blooded horror. My now flaccid penis seemed to resonate with the emerging beam of light. I felt myself becoming warm, the blood pumping through my loins to supply my member with blood. My dick began to rise and harden as the beam filtered through the fine hairs of my puberty and seemed to soak into the base of my penis, the skin all but absorbing and inviting it into the core of my manhood. My dick was now erect and becoming moist, much faster than any masturbation session had ever done for me. Sweat began to pour down my face. Once again, I was scared and becoming horny as fuck. I couldn't possibly have wanted this to continue. No, I didn't want this...

The beams somehow reappeared at the base of my penis once more. My dick throbbed, it felt so hot, so warm. Paying no attention to the woman still towering over me, I thrust my right hand down my thighs, my shorts still held above me by her magic and began to fondle myself. The beams moved across the base of my dick, delicately moving through my fingers as if it wasn't yet their turn, and began to swirl around the base upwards in a spiraling motion. It happened so slowly, so tenderly, that I could only relish it. Instinctively, my body began to thrust, my hips and waist shifting back and forth across the wooden planks. I began to moan and groan. Then the changes happened. With each spiral around my penis to the tip, my dick became something... less human. I could it feel it changing, reshaping in my hands. The skin that composed my dick began to smoothen and soften. I watched in horror as the fleshy color of the skin became lighter, even redder. Fuck no! I knew what was happening to me. The color rapidly changed to a bright red as I felt the softening of the tissue within my fingers. Soft, spongiose tissue. I could also feel something hard, long, and thin in the middle of my penis. It felt like a literal bone was growing inside the base. I was getting wetter as droplets of precum began to dribble out. I didn't care as the top swelled and shifted, tapering into a fine canine point. As my hands continued to squeeze and now thrust in a masturbatory fashion, I realized that a thick and handsome red rocket looked back at me.

The base of my now-metamorphosed penis tickled once more as the skin on the side of my scrotum seemed to rise, bend and stretch as the shaft of my now "doggie dick" was covered in skin. The skin pulled upwards along the base until it covered most of what the area that my flaccid cock once presided in. I had a sheath. Still, my rocket throbbed, pulsating even more and more. I knew that if I came, I was gone. My mind and body would be gone and given to her. I held on for as long as I could, closing my eyes and holding them shut with every fiber of my being to prevent myself from looking down there. Quiet, encouraging whispers in my mind seemed to edge me on, begging me for climax. The voice implored me for release. I felt my hand squeezing tighter around the soft pink tissue of my cock. My hand began to move in a rhythmic motion. No. STOP! I didn't want this. I don't want to be her dog, her pet, or her slave. I'm a human, I'm a human, I'm...

My eyes shot open as the heat intensified to its limit. I raised my head and screamed at the woman in a half-hysterical, half maniacal howl of laughter and erotic exultation. My voice echoed across the room.

"MAKE ME YOUR GOOD BOY! PLEASE! I WANNA BE YOUR GOOD BOY!"

Yes, I wanted it. I wanted to be her beast, her good little pup. Such a good, handsome boy I was going to be. Such a silly human I was to fight this long. Now I just wanted to release. And as I reached my ultimatum, with a rapid thrusting of my hand, I laughed and grimaced with intense pleasure as my seed shot from its cherry-red tapered tip, splashing the fabric of the roof of my shorts and quickly dripping down the soft base across my skin like sheath. With the ejaculate shooting from throbbing member, green spews of that same ethereal wave of magic dribbled off, dancing back up my chest and splitting into different directions. To my head, my chest, my feet, my ass, it spread everywhere as I finally succumbed to who I was born to be; who I was made to be.

The waves seemed to meld into my sweating chest as I felt the same tingling sensation in my dick once again shake my body to the core. Suddenly, I shivered as every pore in my body seemed to cry out for mercy as hair began to spread across my form in a thick shaggy carpet of fur. I saw with pleasure as the little hair I had on my chest now sported a double-layered coat of the same shade of dark brown hair. I tickled all over, still laughing and giggling in my erotic fantasy come true. The light intensified from her wand as the hair on my chest, hands, legs and no doubt everywhere else on my body began to change in hue from my human hair color to a light silver coloration. Running my hairy hands across my chest, I realized that my hair was like that of a wolf's. My double-layered fur was tipped in fine, bristly guard hairs, adorned with droplets of sweat that had dropped down my chest in my release. Underneath lie a soft, shaggy undercoat of warmth and softness.

Again I began to change. The beams shot down my legs and through my socks, into my feet. I could feel my feet and toes start to shake and quiver. God, they felt so itchy trapped within the confines of my shoes. Then, I felt them changing. There was no sound of the cracking or bending of bone and muscle while I felt no accompanying pain either, I could only feel the numbing sensation as my feet and toes changed. I felt a swelling sensation as my toes seemed to grow and stretch. My socks began to spread, ripping apart as my human identity could no longer contain the beast I was becoming. I felt sharp, tipped nails ripping the strong fabric of my running shoes. Stretching further and further and swelling faster and faster, I felt a sudden pressure pushing against the interior of my shoes. Lifting my head to see, my eyes were filled with excitement and eager anticipation of the result in the next stage of the transformation. I saw the emergence of delightful, handsome, delicious wolf-like feet majestically bursting from the base of my shoes. My feet, my giant, wolfish paws. They were mine.

I couldn't stop staring at them. The former flattened layer of keratin that had composed my toenails had now elongated and hardened into sharp black digits for clawing and scraping; for eviscerating the flesh that I would soon consume. I began to feel an additional swelling on the base of my soles and toes. Reaching a shaking hand across the splintery wooden floor and grasping my paws, I held my right paw in my hand and turned it as much as I could so I could see the magic happen. The large, calloused patches of my skin began to swell as the small areas of skin that greeted me amidst my fur-laden feet began to harden. Just like a wolf's rear legs, my big toes seemed to shrivel and shrink into the skin as I was left with four digits. I put my finger on the underside of my toe as the rough paw pads of each digit emerged. And then it appeared. My beautiful large metatarsal pad began to form at the base of my paw. So hard and leathery and soft it was as it changed to a silver coloration as well, albeit darker than the fur covering my body. My other pads resembled it as well. I couldn't stop rubbing my finger across the hard tissue, gently pressing down on the tissue and feeling its hard protective covering.

As I lost myself in my paw fantasy, I saw the same process as the beams of light enveloped my hands as they reformed into paws as well. My thumbs remained while I watched in awe as my thumb seemed to slide down my paw-like hand as if my skin was made of jelly or clay. It situated on the side of my paw, shrinking and reducing to a small appendage of a nail. A similar fate accompanied my other paw; two lovely little dew claws. My metacarpal pads, just like the metatarsals on my legs, also filled in, leaving me a human male with four wolf-like legs. The waves of light appeared to shoot to the sides of my forehead as my ears began to ring and twitch, quivering in the brisk night air filling the shack and filled with the anticipation of new senses being gifted to me.

A quick vibration in my head pulled me to my senses as I felt my ears sliding up my head and inverting, stretching and elongating into large parabolic disc-like folds of skin. I twitched as the silvery fluff filled the inner lobes. My senses attuned as I could hear the sharp rustling of the trees outside, the call of the whippoorwill in the night, and the soft clattering and scraping of my nails against the wooden floor as I struggled to adjust to my developing form. I was becoming such a pretty boy. However, I wasn't done. I hardly even looked like a good boy yet. As if I almost willed it to happen, the sinuses in my nose began to itch and twitch. My nostrils swelled to become large canine smell centers filled with receptors of the world around me. My nose became moist and soft. I smelled everything and everyone. I smelled the musk of the animals in heat in the woods, the acidity of the pine needles, the woody, minty, and almost fruit-like musk emanating from between my paws, and the pungent, chlorine-like smell of my cum-stained shorts. I even smelled the great enchantress herself. I could smell her feet, her body, even her womanhood which indicated she seemed to be enjoying my transformation or the prospect of her dominance over her new pet. As my nose finished, my face seemed to stretch and contort into a broad muzzle, my nostrils flaring, huffing and heaving with every breath I took. My paws reached up to my muzzle, feeling the hairy and slender surface of the fur adorning my visage. Within my mouth, my teeth sharpened and reformed as my canines became those truly fit for a canine itself. I was now a carnivore. Even my tongue relished in the occasion as my tissues expanded and thickened, stretching into a long lupine tongue that lolled out of my mouth. As it did, I felt the heat on my body changing. The heat seemed to redirect itself to my tongue and the bottoms of my paws on my front and rear legs. It was if I began to feel the sweat emanating from my paw pads and my tongue. I could smell it; the musky smell of sweat mixed with my own wolf-like pheromones. I began to pant as the heat rolled off in waves.

I was almost complete. My vision flashed before me like the colors on an old fading CRT television set. The hues and shades of my everyday life faded in and out as my canine vision became apparent. The multispectral vision enabled by the cones in my formerly-human eyes shifted to shades of light browns, violets, and grays. My binocular vision seemed to expand as well, with my depth of range expanding across to the doorframe and out into the dark expanse of the forest where I could see others like me, watching and waiting within the kingdom beyond. I was joining the kingdom tonight. A green light burst from the base of my shorts as a large, dark appendage filled out across my ass. Unbeknownst to me, it was a dark red mixed with designs of that same silver shade as my fur. That dark red also covered my face in colored blazes that even I could not see while the outer rim of my ears and spine sported a similar coloration My beautiful and luscious tail, there it was, spreading out and blossoming from the base of my tailbone, swishing back and forth as my excitement built. I wanted to hold it in my paws, breathe in the fibers of my new form and feel the soft hair against my muzzle.

As I began to feel the anticipation of movement and eagerness to utilize my body, the awkwardness in my still prone form left me flailing on the ground. Suddenly, my new joints began to shift, changing the position and calibration of my body. The light wrapped around my wrists and ankles, reshaping them, rekindling them in the fires of sorcery into that of a digitigrade form. Scrambling onto my back, I felt my vertebrae shift to accompany a canine position. My head lowered and my paws twisted as my nails touched the surface of the floor. I could feel my pads resting against the surface, providing me protection. My large bushy tail swished behind me, acting as if it had a mind of its own. I was complete; I was a wolf. The enchantress stood over me, her beautiful and colorful dress now just shades of violets and grays to my vision. I felt my human mind slipping, fading into the primal recesses of the animal I had become. I only had a few moments left before I resolved myself to my new life.

"What a handsome boy you are. Soon, those silly human ideologies, concerns, and pathetic values will climb down the ladder of evolution. You will rescind your humanity. Not just in body but also in mind and soul. I have power over you, little boy. You are going to be my good little wolf."

Quickly, I dropped to my haunches with my front paws splayed out in front of me. Leaning forward, I thrust my muzzle to the paw pads of my legs. Feeling the soft gray hairs filling the crevices between my digits and smelling the musk emanating from my feet, I licked and cleaned myself, relishing in the taste of my pheromones and scent; my own wolfish cologne of primal beauty. She laughed again at my activity, eliciting a deep growl from that emanated from the base of my chest, signifying my irritation at her disturbing my final acts of human influence on my body.

"You silly humans. Even as a beast you are no stranger to the fallacies of men and the fruits of self-indulgence. My boy, your indulgences fill me with laughter as your last scraps of human identity are resolved to nothing less than masturbation itself!"

Deeper and deeper I was slipping, my mind becoming shrouded in a thick haze. Falling to the floor, I could feel her force changing my mind, my will, and my identity. The thick, green aura of her wand surrounded me, filling the air with the smell of the pines and the thick spicy musk of bitches in heat who longed for my seed. I was being drawn into the world. I wanted to go. I would go and never look back. With the last vestiges of my humanity, my head lowered as my eyes once more set sight on my wolfish flesh of meat between my furry loins. Unlike before, a large hairy knot had formed at the base of my dick. I cared not for soon my mind would care for nothing less than food, shelter, freedom, and fucking. With all the flexibility I could muster in my wolven form, flexibility and dexterity that had escaped me in my former humanity, my muzzle enveloped the still-throbbing veinous red member, my canines carefully taking care not to scrape the flesh. My long tongue draped around the tapered point of my dick as I began to feel the warmth in my mouth; the fluidity emerging once more from the tip.

I closed my eyes as the green light became a resonating supernova within the small frame of the cabin. The smells were strong, permeating and seemingly pulsating within my muzzle. I could not only smell the wild, but I could also hear and see it. Emerald vast plains resonating with the songs of the fowl, mountains of frost-covered peaks shining and reflecting the ray of the luminous orb against shadow-covered vistas of expanse, crystal-blue waters rippling with a turbulent flow; absolutely everything I could see, hear, feel, and taste. The flow of my seed emerged, dripping and dribbling along the sides of my tongue, tantalizing my senses as my nostrils flared, flexing to smell the seed of my soul; the soul of the animal I had become. My consciousness faded as the last vestiges of my humanity ebbed away, tossed and thrown into the inner sea of my primal mind.

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Autumn is here. The time of change surrounds me. It matters not as my world is only her, and her's alone. She is my home, my comfort, my food, my release. She is my mistress. I'm her good boy, I always wanted to be a good boy. I see others like me in the woods amidst her kingdom, but she says I'm the only one for her. That's right, I'm her special boy, a splendid boy. Mistress brings me into her home sometimes when I'm very good. The feel of her soft body against my coat instills a warmth in me, a warmth that seems familiar yet so very foreign. I've always been here, and I always will be. This is my home. These are my familiar surroundings.