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The Rehabilitation of Mr. Wolf

for MysteriousTGArtist

by Draconicon

Mr. Wolf, leader and mastermind of the Bad Guys, criminal and dashing debonair, absolutely hated the rental car that the city was forcing him to use. It had none of the turbo options his own vehicle had, and it barely had the horsepower to get a good rev going on the city streets. He regularly had to remind himself that he was lucky that he had the right to his own car at all, considering what he and the rest of his gang had been caught out in.

Heh, it's all going to pay off soon enough, he thought, driving the rental up through the archway at the edge of Professor Marmalade's property. Then we'll be out of here for good.

A little charm, a little pretend, and that sickeningly 'cute' guinea pig would be convinced that they were good guys, and then? Well, the world was their oyster.

He pulled up to the front door and put the car in park. Straightening his suit and pulling his tie back into place, he stepped out and climbed the steps to the front door. There was no sign of Professor Marmalade just yet, but that was fine; it gave him time to start putting together his act.

He'd just decided that he was going to play up his regret and grief about the whole situation, his knuckles about to tap on the front door, when it suddenly opened without warning. Mr. Wolf barely kept his cool as Diane Foxington leaned out, her glasses slightly down her muzzle as she looked over them at him.

"Hello, Mr. Wolf. Almost late for your first session, aren't you?"

"Governor? W-what are you doing here?" he asked, mentally kicking himself for that slight stammer. The little wag in his tail was already trying to start and he tensed up, tightening every muscle along his back and the base of his tail to keep it as still as possible. He leaned against the doorway in a show of nonchalance, smiling. "I mean, it's not like you to be taking time off from running the city. What's the matter? Just couldn't stay away?"

"Nice try, Wolf." She chuckled. "No, no, I'm just here to make sure that your rehabilitation is done properly."

"Heh, don't trust the pig?"

"Not even slightly." She shook her head. "Let's not play coy here. I know what you were doing at the award ceremony; you might have fooled everyone else, but we both know what you're really up to."

"Do we?" He chuckled. "I would love to see your proof of that."

"Oh, no proof. But you're too sly a wolf for that. That's one thing we'll have to work on."

"I'm here to learn, Madame Governor," he said with a bow.

"Heheh. Well, you'll be a good boy soon enough."

Biting back the little whimper and happy shiver that kept hitting him whenever he heard that phrase these days, Wolf followed the vixen into the mansion. The front door closed behind him, and Wolf only paused for a second when he heard the lock click in place. His smile slipped, only for him to shrug and continue down the hall behind the governor.

Despite the situation, his eyes dropped to the way that her rump filled out the back of her power suit. It was quite a lovely set of curves, and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't attracted to her at least a little. For all that she had the power now and was wielding it like a hammer over him and his friends, it was hard not to be interested in a woman that had that sort of body and had risen that far without using it to her advantage.

"So, is it just me today?" Wolf asked, looking up and down the lushly appointed hallways. "I half-expected to see Marmalade here. The pig doesn't seem the sort to let someone else just use his house."

"I've assured him that everything will be put back where he had it. And besides, I imagined that you, of all people, would prefer to do this in...private."

"Oh?" Wolf chuckled. "I didn't expect you to be flirting on a first date, governor."

"That's your problem, Wolf. You don't really think, do you?"

"Should I be offended?"

"That depends. Would you be offended if I told you that you're not as charming as you think?" the vixen asked, looking over her shoulders with a smile.

"You - oh ho ho, you're just playing with fire now, Madame Governor."

"Heh, I'm not too afraid. You're not quite enough of a flame yourself to burn me."

She was flirting. This had to be flirting. And yet, she had managed to push all his barbs and teases in return away, going right for the throat every time. It had been years since he'd found someone that could do something like that, and it was oddly refreshing, even if it was a little bit insulting at the same time.

At least he was alone with her. If Snake had been here, or god forbid, Piranha, he never would have heard the end of this. The teasing and taunting - let alone the sabotage - would have been impossible. With him and the governor alone, though, there might be a chance of getting out of this whole rehabilitation thing a bit early. If he could just pour on the charm properly -

The door shut behind them as they stepped into one of the central rooms of the guinea pig's house, and this time, Wolf did jump. He whipped his head around to see that the door had slammed shut and covered itself with a steel plate, and the same obstacles clanged shut over every single door and window in the place. Even as he spun around, however, he saw one key detail that kept him from completely freaking out.

Diane was still smiling.

"...What's the angle here, Diane?" he asked.

"I'll level with you, Wolf," she said, pulling her glasses off her muzzle and folding them up, tucking them into a jacket pocket. "I can't prove it, but I know that you aren't here to learn to be better. You don't want to be better. You never have. This is all just one big trick, and you're waiting for the perfect time to change back and run off with everything that you can put your hands on."

"Well, that's quite the accusation."

"And I'm right. But, I don't have proof...but I do have these amazing little mystery toys."

Diane snapped her fingers, and no sooner did the sound echo through the sealed chamber than Wolf found himself seized by the wrists and ankles by mechanical arms. He yelped, snarling as he was yanked off the ground and pulled several feet in the air.

"Hey - what the - NNGH!"

The metal clasps around his limbs squeezed in silent warning, not enough to hurt but more than enough to make him uncomfortable. As Diane walked up to him, patting his leg, he blushed. It didn't get any better as other mechanical arms came down, sharpened points flicking against his clothes and cutting them off bit by bit.

"It's time for you to learn that there are consequences to your actions, Wolf. Both for you and the people that you steal from. So, rather than play 'Let's Pretend' until you decide that you're bored enough to go on the run again, I'm going to give you a reason to stick around."

"Heh, you know, you could do that by -"

"Don't Clooney me, Wolf." Diane shook her head. "We're both past that point by now, don't you think?"

"Well, I don't know about that. Chemistry and everything seems to say that we'd work well together. You like to have things your way, I like to have them my way; seems like we have more in common than you might think."

"And we'll have even more in common when these machines are done." She smiled. "And besides...I think that you need this lesson more than either of us realized."

Snip.

The last of his clothes came off, and despite his best efforts to keep his charming face on and not look as embarrassed as he felt, Wolf's cheeks burned a bright pink beneath his fur. The mechanical arms lowered, and the shreds of his suit, tie, shirt, and underwear went with them. He hung naked in those metal arms, and as he did, one thing in particular remained quite upright and quite hard.

"I wouldn't call this the mark of a good boy. Would you, Mr. Wolf?"

"Well, I don't know. It seems to be a good way to, uh, appreciate a pretty lady."

"Heh. Like I told you. Not nearly as charming as you think you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's what this lesson is going to teach you, Mr. Wolf. But it will take some time to get this done, so I'll leave you to it. Try not to freak out too much; these things are very expensive, and very strong."

He could feel that. They clenched down just hard enough on his arms and ankles that he knew that any attempt to pull away was going to end with him being pulled right back, if he managed the inch or so of leeway that they gave the illusion of offering him. Trying to ignore his dick bouncing between his legs, he watched with a growing blush as Diane walked to one of the steel-plated doors, inputted a code - while hiding what it was from him - and left. The plate slammed shut again, and the machines around him whirred.

They were all hidden, never appearing until a panel in the floor or ceiling shifted to allow them to come out. That must have been how they had caught him completely off-guard. He hadn't had the chance to see that they were there. Just like the WPSST protection system at the party, he supposed.

"Okay...okay, this isn't so bad. Just hanging around, waiting for her to come back. Could be worse."

And indeed, it got worse.

No sooner had he relaxed a little than four individual mechanical arms ending in some sort of molded steel plate rose out of the floor. They shifted positions with soft whirrs and grinding gears until they were positioned right behind and right in front of his feet and calves. The lower side pressed in, aligning with the top of his feet and the back of his heel, and then -

THUMP!

"Hey! Careful!"

Not that he expected the machine to listen, he supposed. It was more a panic reaction than anything.

He stared as the metal pressed together, sealing itself shut until it was almost seamless along the sides. Some secondary plate pressed against the bottom of his feet, and it made him look like he was wearing some sort of metal boots around his legs. The restraint around his ankle folded flat and pulled out, leaving him supported by the new bits of the machine. He had no idea what was going to happen to him next, but he felt a shiver running up and down his spine in anticipation of what might come next.

It started with a slow pulse, pressure growing around his legs and particularly along the sides of his feet. He winced, bracing himself for some sort of crushing pressure, but instead, he felt something more akin to the slow chill that came from a numbing cream. Something wet was being applied down there, he realized, and as his legs went numb save for the feeling of pressure, it slowly increased. The pushing feeling along his lower legs got stronger and stronger, and he swore that the metal was somehow collapsing tighter and tighter around his legs.

The not-knowing part of the whole thing was driving him crazy, and if it wasn't for the fact that his legs were completely restrained by enough steel to sink an elephant, he would have tried to kick his way free and climb out. As it stood, he was helpless to do anything but watch.

As that sense of pressure grew, so did another sensation, something more disturbing and worrying. His legs felt less numb and more weak, like they no longer had those old muscles that he'd built up by running from place to place before he got his car. He felt like, if anything, they were more slender -

No, that's impossible, he thought.

Yet, as he looked down, the machines hissed, and he was all but sure that they were somehow contracting, pulling closer and closer to his skin. They should have been at the point of breaking something, but all he felt was an ever-tightening squeeze along his legs, something that made him tremble until -

Hisssss.

The machines pulled back, and he had his first chance to get a look at his legs. They were fine from the knee up, but from the calf down, they were completely different.

While always lean, his legs had been thinned out further, with a soft curve to his calves that hadn't been there before. The fur itself had been steamed down and left better groomed than usual, and his feet...they'd been slimmed down, made more narrow, and the tips of his toes were painted with some sort of pink-red nail polish.

It finally hit him what the machine was doing. It was feminizing him.

"Holy -"

He didn't even get a chance to finish that sentence as another set of panels opened up, pressing further up his body. This time, there were only two molds, and they pressed against his back and stomach, coming just under his chest and just past his waistline. They didn't quite touch his ass or his crotch, but the pressure there was still intense, something that became even more so as it started to contract.

Wolf arched his back as much as was possible while he was pinned in place, his eyes clenching shut as he felt the metal panel pressing down against his stomach. For a moment, he was all too aware of the muscles around his core, a halfway-present six-pack straining against the metal. He had been proud of that.

But then it was smoothing out. He could feel it, the slow weakening, the general displacement of tissue, the way that his stomach and abs were being left without that more masculine bump down there. He huffed, wheezing as he felt his waist being pushed in and the top of his hips -

"Ah...oh, oh that's weird, oh that's weird!"

It was somewhere between an itch and a tickle as the machine sucked and pulled, a vacuum dragging against his skin and fur around his hips. Whereas everything else was being pushed down, those were being pulled out. It was such a foreign feeling, and he squirmed as the ankle restraints returned, pinning his legs in place once more.

He forced himself to just keep breathing. Until this set was done, he didn't have a choice. He had to just hold on and wait for the changes to be done, see what they were, and then...

Well, he didn't know what he'd do, but he had to do something before the machine finished its job. Diane might not have known what it was doing, or maybe she did, but either way, this was not what he'd signed up for.

Wolf continued to breathe slowly, forcing himself to focus on that rather than the smoothing, flattening feeling that was running along his stomach and just beneath his ribs. The feeling of pressure and suction continued to pull at his hips, and he refused to look down just yet. The metal plates would keep him from being able to see the full extent of what was going on, but he could already imagine it. It was going to be far more feminine than he could hide under his suit, but better to try and get away and hide that than stay and risk losing even more.

Even if it felt...oddly good, at times.

The wolf shook his head, clenching his eyes shut that much tighter. The metal plate against his back pressed a bit more firmly against his spine, almost like it was trying to alter the shape of it, and he groaned as he was forced to arch his back that little bit more. It wasn't an impossible stretch, but it put a more noticeable strain on his body, and more than that, forced his chest forward.

Oh, he could just bet he knew the reason for that.

Finally, the machine hissed, releasing him. He gasped for breath as soon as he could actually get the air in, and he groaned as he looked down at himself once more, shaking his head as he saw the results.

"You've gotta be kidding me..."

His hips had been forced to swell out to the sides, giving him the width of a wolfess that was looking for a stud. If he was able to walk normally after this, he would be amazed.

Still, had to admit that it was a nice job. He knew a few surgeons that would be impressed with the results.

Making jokes at a time like this. Least I still have my sense of humor.

Wide hips, small stomach and waist. Nothing to really give him too much of a feminine shape in the back or top yet, but that was going to come any second, he was sure. He threw himself against the restraints, and they immediately tightened, pulling all the more harshly on his wrists and dragging him back to a spread-eagle position.

"Ugh. Figures."

No sooner had he stopped struggling than the now-familiar whirring started again. Wolf whipped his head around, trying to see where the new section was coming from, but there was nothing opening up in front of him. Looking up and over his shoulder, he saw nothing behind him, but -

Smack.

Smack.

"Whoa! Hey, watch the merchandise!" Wolf shouted as two broad 'cups' of metal and plastic slapped against his rump. The implications hit him a split-second later. "Oh, hell..."

The machine cups pressed firmly against his ass cheeks, the edges running up in wide ovals that only touched in the crack between the cheeks. His face burned in humiliated embarrassment as he stared straight ahead, breathing slowly and bracing himself for the -

"Mmmmph."

Turned out that there was no bracing oneself for that suction, nor from the feeling of his ass slowly pulling out and back. It was so much more intense than the slow 'correction' and flattening that had happened elsewhere, too, and he huffed and puffed as the machine kept pulling, tugging, dragging at his cheeks. That same cool flow of liquid that had taken him by surprise earlier was flowing along his ass, and the numb-tingling feeling that had come before hit him again, making him both less and more aware of what was happening to his ass all at the same time.

"At least Mr. Snake's not here to see this," he muttered.

But even that wasn't much relief when he could feel the extra 'pull' that the greater size back there brought with it. Just like he was still getting used to the flare of his hips, the extra size and light weight back there was going to throw his balance off completely. He could already feel that the cheeks were filling out those padded cups more than they were, and every few seconds, he could feel a little more of the steel and plastic pressing against his cheeks. They were getting bigger, rounder, curvier.

More feminine. He couldn't deny that part. They were getting more and more feminine, leaving him more and more like some wolfess rather than a wolf.

"Diane, you son of a -"

The machine beeped, one last suck pulling his ass cheeks back against the pressure cups. He felt like they had to be at least twice as large as they had been, and the continuing suction as the machine disengaged from his ass, the way that the machine felt like it was almost groping him as it detached, made it all the harder for him to ignore that sheer size. He gritted his teeth as they pulled up, back -

POP!

And then his cheeks fell, wobbling and jiggling in a way that mocked his formerly lean physique. Wolf didn't bother looking back; he knew that they were bigger. He knew that they were too big for his tastes, too, and he just stared straight ahead, eyes narrowed, lips turned down in a judgmental frown. Oh, the words that he had in mind for the vixen for putting him through this were going to be extensive.

More whirring, and he looked up as six different plates came down. Two were obviously for his arms, and two for his thighs, and one for his chest, but the last one actually sent a little shiver of fear down his spine. It was shaped for a muzzle, and it was coming right for his face.

"Oh, come on. That's not - mmmph!"

They sealed to him all at once, leaving only his lower legs, hips, stomach, and lower back exposed. He stared into the darkness as the metal plate sealed to his cheeks, his lips, everything, and he braced himself for the tightening, the compression, anything that it could throw at him.

Everything, that was, except for the soft little scritches that it gave behind his ears.

Wolf groaned, going limp in the restraints as the various pieces of metal sealed themselves to his body. They started squeezing around his arms, pulling and pushing around his thighs - was he going to be thick down there, he wondered - but most of all, condensing and narrowing his face.

And yet, he barely cared. The constant rubbing just between and behind his ears was making his head go funny, and his tail started wagging without a thought in his head.

"Good boy...good boy..."

It came from the headpiece, and as it started sucking at his face, as his chest fell into cups very similar to the ones that had been pressed against his ass, he slowly faded into a happy, barely-aware headspace.

"Hmmm, looks like he's out of it...Wolf? Wolf, can you hear me?"

The most he could do was let out a low grunt, his head lolling from one side to the other as he was made aware of the metal hood around his face once more. The darkness remained a comfort as he was able to rest in it, the little rubbing around the back of his head continuing to soothe him and keep him from thinking. It was just nice, nice and soft and warm inside of the metal pieces.

"Heh, well, you definitely enjoyed it. But it's time to wake up now."

Diane. That was who was talking. A beep followed, and Wolf groaned as the metal depressurized around his face, coming apart and taking the back and front halves with it. He slumped his head down, barely avoiding bashing his nose against the plates rising from his chest and arms. Everything felt weaker than it had before, and he knew that it had to be a similar effect to what had happened to his stomach and lower legs. The muscles had been compressed to allow him to look more slender, but rather than getting stronger, he'd gotten weaker. He was going to have a hard time getting used to that.

But there was much more than that to deal with. He groaned, blinking rapidly to look down at his chest, and his eyes all but bugged out of their sockets as he saw what was waiting for him there.

"Oh, my god...Diane, what...what did you..."

"What's the matter, Wolf? I thought you liked staring at these," the governor said as she reached up and pushed his breasts up. He whimpered as she flicked her thumbs over his nipples, the little pink nubs much bigger and sticking out through his fur. "Or was it just that you liked them on other people?"

"You - mmph!"

"Careful. They're very sensitive."

He was finding that out. He sagged a bit, only to gasp as she flicked her thumb across the pink flesh again and again, each time sending a shock of pleasure that he didn't know how to handle down his spine. It went right to his dick, which was already up and throbbing, but it was the only thing left to him that was at all masculine.

Even his face had changed, what with the narrowing of his muzzle and the way that his cheeks puffed out slightly, giving him more defined cheekbones and a fluffier appearance. He would have reached up to touch it, hardly believing that he was seeing reality, but...well, the bindings remained.

Diane let his breasts fall, and he groaned at the new weight that they had. His rump was going to be the counterbalance for him while he walked from now on, and he didn't know how that would work.

"Now, we've only got one more step, then you'll be a proper good boy...or, heh, a good girl."

"Diane...what...why are you..."

The vixen sighed, shaking her head as she walked over to a set of drawers pressed against the wall. She pulled one open, looking inside.

"Do you know why you're here, Wolf?"

"Because...mmph...because you caught me."

"Uh-huh. I don't think anybody else understands what it would take to get you to stay in jail. There probably isn't a prison that could hold you, and we both know that you're just trying to get out of trouble now. This isn't you. You aren't sorry, because you don't really get why you should be."

"..."

"But when we're done, you will. Because that's what you need, I think. A different perspective, a chance to see how much your actions matter."

She turned around, a vial and a rubber glove in hand. Wolf was embarrassed as he looked down at her, feeling his dick twitching as he was able to look down at her chest. Considering the height difference between him and her, it was hard not to imagine her standing just a little bit closer and pulling her shirt and bra down. Just a little bit, and he'd slide right between her breasts, grind up and -

Yep, there was that erection again. He blushed as Diane reached up and tapped it with a gloved finger, the vixen shaking her head with a small chuckle.

"Well, well. Such a 'Bad Guy' here."

"Mmmph..."

"No self-control."

"Diane -"

"No way to hold back."

She closed her fist around his shaft, and his hips bucked. There was nothing he could do to stop it, either, and it wasn't made any better by the fact that he had more heft to his hips now. He could feel the difference that the machine had effected on him, and his breath caught in his throat as he realized just how different he was. Not just that he had bigger breasts and wider hips than Diane, but the fact that the only things left that still looked like him were his cock and balls. And judging by the way that she had a vial she was handling very, very carefully, he imagined that wouldn't last long.

"Mmmph...ah..."

"That's what I thought. All those bad thoughts, all those selfish desires are just pouring right out of here, aren't they? Well, let's take care of those..."

She gripped him tighter, and he hissed through clenched teeth as she jerked him harder, faster. His hips twitched and his toes curled, and the longer nails at the ends of his fingers and toes pricked at his palms and feet. He shivered more and more as he felt her hand speeding up, tightening around his tip before loosening up near the base, smearing his shaft from base to tip with that odd, tingling goo.

He knew what it would do. He had no illusions whatsoever that it was going to finish the job, but -

"Go on. Let it out. Who's a good boy?"

Wolf whimpered, his tail set to wagging as soon as he heard that phrase.

"Who's a good boy?"

"Mmmph..."

"Tell me...who's...a...good...boy?"

"Mmph...I...I..."

Her fingers were so slick, and the rubber teased him in all the right places. He bit his lips as his breasts bounced against his chest with every thrust of his hips, his breath catching in his throat as he felt his cock throbbing, oozing, dripping. It felt so good, and every time she asked, he knew what he wanted to say.

She pushed her hand right down to the base of his shaft, almost tickling his balls, and he arched his back as he went over the edge.

"I am! I'm a good boy!"

He howled as he came, though the orgasm was almost disappointingly short. He half-expected her to keep stroking, to milk the moment - and him by extension - until there was nothing left. Instead, she let go as soon as he started twitching, and certainly there was no touching while he was cumming. The result was a ruined orgasm, something that barely spluttered and sputtered across the room before his cock slumped back down.

And there was a metal plate waiting. He gasped as it pushed up and pinned his shaft in place, and rather than something sucking it out, there was the pressure pushing it in. He hissed, sucking air as Diane threw her glove away, pulling a suitcase out of a corner that he hadn't seen.

"Probably going to need something a little more roomy later, but these will do for now..."

"Mmmph...what...is it...is it..."

"Oh, yes, that'll be gone in a moment. Not that you were doing anything with it, not while you're under house arrest."

He whimpered even as he felt the pressure all but inverting his shaft, pushing it into his body rather than helping stretch it out. It felt like the reverse of the usual stiffening sensation, almost like the stiffness was being leached out of his shaft. It turned around, pushing up and in, and -

"Ah...ah..."

And more than ever before, he could feel the changes. He felt it as it turned around, all but flipping inside out as it tunneled back and into him. Not painfully, but oh so strangely. He hung from the bindings as he felt his manhood, his balls, his everything just go inside.

It finished so fast, so startlingly quick for something so key to him, and the panel fell away. The restraints let him go, and he barely managed to get his hands and knees under him to keep from falling flat on his face. Diane winced.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...well, actually, no...what the -"

"Ah-ah. Good boys don't swear."

"...Diane...please...for the love of god...tell me that you can reverse this," he said, only then realizing how much his voice had shifted. Higher, softer, gentler. "Ugh...Am I going to sound like this..."

"To answer your question, yes, you can be changed back. But only when I decide that you actually learned your lesson."

"And...until then?"

"Well, I've been looking for a secretary for a while, and you do have all those criminal instincts of yours. Perhaps they can serve a better purpose while you get this new point of view."

Wolf dragged himself - or...was it herself, now? Regardless, the wolf stood up as Diane held out a dress, a pair of panties, a bra, and several other accessories.

"What's this...point of view thing, anyway?"

"Wolf, do you know what it feels like to have nothing you do matter? And not from the 'bad guys' thing. I mean that people can't even grudgingly respect you?"

"..."

"You're going to learn how it feels to be a woman for a while. If you thought that being a 'bad guy' was bad, try being any kind of girl. Come on. We have a lot to do."

The End

Summary: Wolf is put through one hell of a rehabilitation process by Diane, who wants him to experience a 'new point of view.'

Tags: M/solo, Transformation, TFTG, Gender Shifting, Mr. Wolf, Diane Foxington, The Bad Guys, Rule 34, Rule 63, Bondage, Machines, Boob Growth, Breast Growth, Ass Growth, Feminizing,