Containing the Cock
Hatter doesn't usually get a client who already wanted to be transformed--he takes full advantage of the opportunity.
Based on a suggestion by Kanada.
I must admit I'm surprised to see you in my office today. From our initial phone consultation, it didn't seem like you were...amenable to my methods. Someone as used to getting their way as yourself, well, usually isn't in need of my services in the first place.
But then, maybe that just means you've found a deeper need. Something only I can provide.
Go ahead and sit down.
Get comfortable.
Close your eyes, and let me help you relax.
A big cat like yourself probably has a lot of trouble letting go of tension--for a predator in a world full of prey, full of other predators, there is no rest, is there? But it's just you and me now, and you won't need to worry about any of that.
Just close your eyes, and let's focus on your wish.
Is it easier to think of that secret desire as a wish? A wish is something that's not likely to happen; unlike a concrete plan, it's non-threatening, it's easy.
It's a good starting point to build on.
Oh...and what an interesting wish this is. I can see why you've come to me. Did someone tell--no, that'd be impossible, I'm very careful. Just a guess, because I'm a tanuki?
Oh. Someone you knew. Of course. I remember him. He made a very nice jacket. And you really came to me to be changed yourself, even with what you imagined his fate to be?
Hah. I see you are a lion used to getting your way. Though I suppose you won't be a lion much longer. Shall we get back to work?
Close your eyes. Breathe slowly. You're--
Okay, I can see why you might be a little excited, but with your hands down your pants already, it's going to be difficult to--
No, I'm not complaining. It's a nice bulge... Almost as big as mine! I just--
Do I want to see it? Well, I mean--
Hatter was already flustered as I teased him, making it all the easier for the Cock's usual spell to take hold as soon as I pulled it out. The tanuki's protests ceased, his eyes dulled, and his own paws slid down the waistband of his straining khakis.
One glance at the Cock commands attention.
Extended exposure brings one deeper into its service.
After a lifetime of being attached to it? The Cock owned me fully and controlled my body more than I did.
Go ahead and shuck those clothes.
Its voice could only be obeyed.
I slid out of my pants and pulled my shirt off, and Hatter did the same. Characteristic of his species, his bulge was mostly a ballsack that hung down past his knees; his cock was no competition for the one between my legs, a fat monster as big as my thigh.
Sitting back on the therapist's couch, I resumed stroking the Cock. It seemed happy, its head glistening with pre-cum; the flow of it doubled as the tanuki got on all fours between my legs, exposing his rump.
The Cock was eager to plow him, eager to sink into that soft tight tunnel, eager to flood that chubby belly with its powerful seed--so eager that I was no longer in control, and I found myself sinking to my knees behind the tanuki, pressing under its tail, the both of us groaning out as the Cock stretched him open enough for its head to push in.
The secondhand rush of pleasure passed through my body--the Cock kept its pleasure to itself, but the excitement, the eagerness, the adrenaline was shared.
My body was bigger than Hatter's, and I was surprised at how easily his hole opened up for the Cock's girth. Usually...
I shuddered, partly from the Cock's intense pleasure spilling over, and half at the memory of every hole we had torn apart. The Cock took a perverse enjoyment in drawing blood, feeding off it to increase its own size and power. But the tanuki, with his shapeshifting talent, could make himself as stretchy as he pleased; as we plunged in, his hips bulged out cartoonishly to make room for a Cock nearly as fat as he was.
I worried it might've been better for him if we couldn't fit in at all. There had been some lucky victims who couldn't even manage to take the Cock's head--they'd never been bred by it, never been seeded with its corrupting influence, never been converted to the service of their own demanding Cocks.
If Hatter couldn't have taken us, he wouldn't have entered into danger. One load of cum from the Cock, and he wouldn't need to be in view of it to be as fully enslaved as I was.
The tanuki moaned out in the bliss that only one ignorant of their fate could muster. If I could only move under my own power, even so much as to speak a word...!
Tightness and depth. I was surrounded by the plush rump of the chubby tanuki, deep in that musky hole that opened up so easily for Me, yet gripped Me snugly as though it hadn't had the practice it must have done to take Me.
I commanded My body to thrust in hard--it had been too long since last I fed, hours at least, and I needed the tanuki to break for Me. But despite how powerfully I was thrust, the hole was too sturdy, and My control over the tanuki's body wasn't strong enough to make him weaken those unconscious defenses.
Not yet, anyway. Soon.
My head flared as I was forced in deep and was dragged along the tanuki's inner walls. Even without being able to feed from his body, the pleasure was greater than any I could remember--the purity of a penetration without destruction. It wouldn't meet all My needs, but it met that one well.
I surrendered Myself to that pleasure, letting My body slam Me deep into the enveloping warmth of My soon-to-be slave's body. A familiar pulse rippled along My length as I brought the tanuki to climax, and I throbbed in return, eager to corrupt him with My seed.
And then, despite drawing no blood, I felt Myself begin to thicken. It wasn't just the tightening of the tanuki's ass after his release--my own mass was growing.
The tanuki was working his magic.
I was alarmed as the Cock swelled in Hatter's ass after the tanuki blew his load all along the underside of his belly. Had the Cock cum too? Was it over? Or-- I hesitated to imagine the alternative, still unsure how strong the Cock's hold was over my mind--or the tanuki's.
The Cock had noticed its growth and was reveling in its increasing power, as usual, giving no thought to either of us. Once the Cock was in someone, it ignored me as much as possible--why would it care how much I was panting for breath, how much sweat was soaking my fur, or how my legs ached from the incontrovertible order to fuck hard, long, and deep without variance or interruption?
Serving the Cock hurt, and it would check out of my mind at the first sign of any pain. Right now, I was just a toy it was using to seed Hatter.
At least, that was what it hoped to do.
It was still swelling, thicker and wider, in the tanuki's ass. The toony deformation that let him take the Cock in the first place got even more noticeable as the Cock took on more and more fireplug-like dimensions.
It was huge now--even if you took its prior hugeness as normal--and so heavy there was no way I could keep up with slamming it into that stretchy ass for much longer.
The Cock had to cum soon. If I collapsed before it found release, I would be punished--and it would only seek out more and weaker victims to replenish itself.
The Cock had to cum soon. The longer this went on, the more chance it had of noticing what Hatter was trying to do. Sure, being a slave would be terrible for him, but being a slave that the Cock was unhappy with would be far worse.
The Cock had to cum--
My hips made contact with the tanuki's ass, hilting the Cock in him as I had done with each thrust so far, but this time when I pulled back, the resistance of his hole gripped me as surely as if I were knotted in place.
And I'm a lion. I don't have a knot.
Nevertheless, the Cock's orders could not be overridden and my legs continued to push and pull with all their strength, succeeding only in making Hatter's ring bulge out a little; the Cock was plugged firmly in place.
It screamed in my mind with the intensity of its need for release, but surely the tanuki had contained that as well.
My legs burned from the futile effort of continuing to thrust and pull back, till with a loud pop my body detached from the trapped Cock altogether.
I fell backward on my ass, free from the Cock's spell, and passed out.
Open your eyes. Breathe slowly.
Okay, I can see why you might be a little excited, but with your hands rubbing your crotch already, it's going to be difficult to--
Yes, it's gone. But it hasn't been your cock for a long time now, has it? You've been like this a long time--a null lion with a massive Cock attached to you that just didn't belong.
It has no power over you anymore. You can be comfortable.
Relax.
Let your breathing slow again, let your eyes fall closed.
Let's focus on your wish.
No, of course that wasn't your wish. You don't even have a cock, do you? How could you wish to be free of it? But you did want to contain the power of a cock. I can certainly help you with that--and given how worn-out you look right now, I'm sure it'll be quick.
Breathe deep. You've been working so hard.
Let yourself relax. You've earned it.
Hold that wish in your mind. You deserve it, don't you? To serve a cock? To keep it in place?
How about mine?
Notice how naturally service comes to you--how easily you sink to your knees in the presence of my cock and my heavy tanuki balls.
Almost like you've been serving cock your whole life.
Just notice how easy it is for you to wrap yourself snug around the heft of my scrotum. Some might find a challenge to it--it's definitely a challenge to find someone who fits--but you're so well suited to this.
Here, let me help you--give me your hands, and I'll secure them together behind my back. See how stretchy what's left of your arms are now, pulled around my waist? I have been putting on a bit of weight lately, but you can handle it.
Give me your feet, too--we'll wrap these bands that used to be your legs around my thighs, and keep you in place.
Just give in. You're used to it.
You make a nice jock. Your tawny color really accentuates my bulge--I love it.
How about you hold my junk out of the way...and I ride what's left of your cock for a bit?