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Daniel wasn't the sort to go looking for trouble... and to be fair, as a general rule trouble never went looking for him. After a couple years at school had put him back in the job market to pay off loans and get back on his feet, he had settled in an inexpensive corner of the county that the locals referred to as "Mexicantown".

For the most part he liked the different pace of life in the small Hispanic community, and while he generally felt like an outsider he never felt uncomfortable in his interactions with the locals. The bit of Spanish he spoke was enough for him to get by politely and keep from embarrassing himself, and he even seemed to get a smile from some of the shops where he was considered a "regular".

One shop in particular, though, saw him coming back again and again - probably with a bit more regularity than necessary. On the corner near his apartment was a small, tidy grocery store. It was always busy, and a high stucco wall surrounding the entire lot behind the building suggested that there was more to the setup than the simple groceria that greeted guests. The apartments above the shop always seemed busy, and it seemed like the high wall hid some type of non-stop party. The laughter of men, the smell of grilled meats, and the barking of dogs could always be heard any time you passed near the store, and it gave the entire area an energetic, upbeat feeling.

But Daniel wasn't particularly interested in all these things... he was interested in the meat counter - or more specifically, the butcher. From what he had observed, the man's name was Marco - and he was the stuff of Daniel's most smoldering jerkoff fantasies: several inches over six feet tall and leanly muscular with a dark, reddish-brown coloring and a thick pelt of chest hair that crept up his collarbone and just touched his shoulders. It was hard to guess his age by any means... while his looks appeared youthful, his bearing and lean muscle seemed to imply the demeanor of a more mature man.

Daniel would regularly slip into the store and spend an inordinate amount of time picking up a few items for the evening's meal, always making sure to stay in sight of Marco as he worked. He watched the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he worked behind the counter, and often found himself imagining what the man would look like without the tight white t-shirt and smock that he always seemed to wear (and never managed to get dirty). He would conclude every visit by stopping at the meat counter to ask Marco for some small, inexpensive cuts for his meal. The butcher was always happy to oblige, seeming pleased when Daniel asked him for advice on preparation or took his suggestions for what was the freshest choice.

This evening as Daniel watched, Marco opened the back door of the shop and smiled as the sun poured in through the doorway. He reached to the counter and threw several scraps of fresh, pink steak out the door and lee saw the shadows of several dogs flicker across the doorway as they all scrambled for a treat. "¡Hay abundancia para cada uno!" he called, laughing, as he closed the door and wiped his hands on the towel hanging from his apron.

"Ah, my little college boy!" he grinned broadly as Daniel approached the counter "back for another sample of my meat, I see". While he was friendly with Marco, this degree of enthusiasm was unusual - and his choice of words made Daniel go a bit red in the face and look around the store nervously. "No need to be embarrassed my friend, I'm sorry - a joke. What can I get for you today, my friend."

Daniel smiled nervously, his face still warm from the greeting, and stammered a bit "uh... why don't you tell me what's good this evening?". Marco smiled again and crossed his arms "Yes, I shall tell you what to eat my little friend. We need to put a little muscle on that frame - a little hair on your chest, si?". Daniel was confused by Marco's sudden openness, but his tone was so genuine and friendly that it was hard to feel uncomfortable as they talked. "I have something special for you to try... it's not something I would normally recommend to the gringos, but I think you can handle it."

Marco turned and pulled out a large tray from beneath the display coolers and slid it onto the counter. Inside, Daniel could see what must have been twenty pounds of fresh, red meat surrounded by some type of marinade. Whole slices of lime, sprigs of cilantro, cloves of garlic, and a host of brilliant green herbs that he couldn't identify decorated the meat and made what should have been an unappealing mass of flesh look bright, fresh, and appetizing. The scent of the lime and garlic hit him and his stomach growled instantly, and loudly enough for Marco to hear. "Ah ha! I knew I had made a good choice!" Marco laughed as Daniel blushed again, this time embarrassed by the betrayal of his growling stomach.

"Um... what is it? How do I cook it?" Daniel stammered, staring at the tray hungrily. "It's a family favorite of mine" replied Marco "and you don't cook it at all. Have you ever heard of a ceviche my friend? The meat is cut fresh and prepared in herbs and juices... the acid in the fruit 'cooks' the meat for you and you simply enjoy it. It has to be fresh so I have to make it every day, but I never have a scrap left when I close the counter."

Daniel raised an eybrow. He had tried steak tartare once on a dare and actually found it to be quite tasty, and it hadn't looked half as appetizing as this... "how... er... is it expensive? I don't have a lot of..." Marco held up a hand and cut him off mid-sentence "My friend, I know your situation - I see how you live, and I recognize that you are frugal and responsible. I will make you a deal" he leaned in conspiratorially and lowered his voice "if you like this dish, there will be no charge - and you are welcome to come back for more whenever you are hungry."

Daniel looked at the big man, trying to analyze the look on his face - but all he saw was complete sincerity. "I... wow. Really? I mean... why would you..." Marco just smiled again and spoke over him "I like you, my little friend - and I wish to treat you as I treat all my friends. I will share my good fortune with you because it pleases me and nothing more. A true and loyal friend is worth far more than a few scraps of meat!"

Daniel was still a bit off balance from the intensity of the interaction, but he nodded agreement and accepted the paper-wrapped parcel that Marco handed to him over the counter. The weight of several pounds of the stuff felt like a week's worth of food in his hands, but Marco's grin stopped his protestations. "Go home and enjoy, little one - compliment me on my cooking tomorrow!" he laughed. Daniel nodded awkwardly and turned toward the door with his package, remembering to turn back and steal a last glance at Marco as he slipped out the door.

When he returned to his apartment, he put the parcel on the table and sat down. He had replayed the events of the past hour in his mind over and over, and as strange as they were he couldn't find any reason for concern. He decided to enjoy the meal and his strange good fortune, and take the classic advice of not looking this particular gift horse in the mouth. He went to the cupboard for a plate, grabbed a fork, and returned to the table to pull the string from the package. As soon as it unfurled he was struck again by the carnival of aromas he had smelled in the shop - and his stomach growled again with a vengeance. He tentatively poked a fork into one of the many chunks of meat within the package and hesitated... he should probably cut it up, but he smell... he jammed the first bite into his mouth and bit down. The flavors that exploded across his tongue were a complete surprise, and the cold, tangy bite of the marinade was absolutely delicious. He chewed ravenously and immediately grabbed another fork-full. Again and again he stabbed at the food in the package, marveling at the unfamiliar flavors of the herbs - and soon he had not only foregone his plate, he was simply grabbing chunks of meat from the package and stuffing them into his mouth. He simply chewed bite after bite with his eyes closed, savoring the taste and texture of every bite - and only stopped when his hand met an empty wrapper in its quest for another bite.

He looked up, startled - holy shit, that had been enough food for easily 3 meals, and he had eaten it in one sitting. He felt his stomach, and it was clearly full - firm and slightly rounded in his hand. He felt warm all over, and wondered if one of the ingredients of the marinade hadn't been alcohol or some type of exotic pepper as he stumbled to the bathroom. He got to the sink and supported himself with his hands for a moment before noticing that they were covered in the juices from the meat. He turned on the warm water and began rinsing the blood and herbs from his fingers as he glanced into the mirror. His chin and cheeks were also covered in blood and bits of meat, and for a moment he felt repulsed - but as he looked, an uncontrollable grin spread across his face. His cheeks stretched wide and his grin startled him with its almost unnatural shape. He shook it off quickly and cupped the warm water from the sink onto his face, rinsing away the remnants of his meal before blotting himself with a towel and heading lazily to bed - exhausted and overfull from his meal.

The next morning, Daniel woke up feeling great. A sunbeam had stretched across the room and crossed him on the bed and he just lay there for a moment, soaking up the warmth and stretching as he roused. As he arched his back, he noticed his shadow on the wall and laughed suddenly as the unmistakable outline of an erection stuck straight up from the curve of his body on the wall. "Well, clearly I needed a bit more protein in my diet!" he laughed as he rose and headed for the shower. He looked in the mirror and smiled at himself, pausing for a moment to look himself over. He looked at his chest and shoulders and admired what he saw - the musculature of his upper body seemed bigger to him, and the sudden thought crossed his mind that it seemed sexy... that big chest and shoulders look. He laughed it off and got into the shower, but as he soaped his body he found himself daydreaming - fantasizing first about Marco as he soaped his cock and balls, then drifting to images of himself. He imagined his shoulders larger, his chest wider, his waist smaller... he rolled his cock through his soapy hands and tugged at his balls. He imagined himself this way, and the image of Marco popped unbidden into his mind, standing above him - reaching down to touch his face. The simple vision drove him over the edge and he was rocked by an intense orgasm that made his knees buckle and forced him to grip the shower wall for support.

As he lay on the floor panting, his grin returned and he let his tongue hang from the corner of his mouth as he panted.

Daniel tried to keep his mind on task as he searched for jobs online, but by mid-day his stomach was growling again and it was hard for him to keep his thoughts from straying to Marco and to the delicious meat he had enjoyed from the night before. His words rang in Daniel's mind "...whenever you are hungry." And he was hungry. He grabbed his keys and was out the door in seconds.

As he walked into the groceria, he saw that there was nobody else in the store - but Marco spotted him almost immediately and welcomed him with a bright and genuine hello. "Ahh little Daniel! Back again I see. I hope that you enjoyed your dinner, amigo - I truly do." Daniel sheepisly grinned at Marco and spoke up guiltily "I did - it was amazing. I mean I really... it was... I ate it all" he stopped, deflating and embarrassed to look up at Marco's expression. He paused for a beat, then Marco's booming laughter startled him "My friend, you could give me no greater compliment. What is food except to be eaten! Let me get you some more, and remember that you should never be ashamed to ask for more!" Daniel smiled, relieved at the reaction and watched as Marco prepared another parcel. "I'll make sure you have enough this time - I should have known better!" he said as he stuffed the parcel to capacity. This time, instead of handing the package over the counter to Daniel, Marco came around and handed it to him directly. While he knew that Marco was tall, Daniel had never really stood closer to him than the buffer that the meat counter provided - and now he saw that Marco towered over him. He clapped a hand on Daniel's shoulder and squeezed firmly "Enjoy it, my friend, si?". Daniel looked up at him, and the moment he made eye contact with the man his world tilted slightly. His heart raced and he wobbled as though he were about to fall, but Marco steadied him with his other hand and then raised his fingers to Daniel's hair, tousling it before running his fingertips behind Daniel's ear and along his jaw "That's a good boy, don't lose your balance. You're just hungry!" Again, that dazzling smile. The contact was electric, and it was all Daniel could do not to turn his face into the palm of the big man and inhale the aroma of the herbs and meat that still clung to him. "Yeah, sorry... probably just my blood sugar." he whispered, dazed by the contact.

"You should head back to your house... have a nice meal and get some rest. That's all you need - good as new in the morning!" Marco lilted as Daniel turned toward the door, obeying the suggestion without thinking. "Thank you" he mumbled, his brow furrowed in confusion as he walked methodically toward the door. Getting home to eat had never sounded so good.

Once home, he repeated the previous evening's ritual - this time determined to eat a more reasonable portion of the delicious preparation. He scooped a generous helping into a bowl and retired to the living room to relax and enjoy a more leisurely meal. He kicked off his shoes, opened the windows, and grabbed the remote as he started to eat. As before, very bite was heaven and he found himself more and more focused on the food as he ate. He caught his reflection on the mirror as he wolfed down chunk after chunk of meat and realized that he was making a mess again - but rather than slow down, his mind routed to another solution. He stood up quickly and threw an old blanket over the couch, then stripped off his shirt - which was flecked with blood and juices - and then paused a moment and kicked off his pants as well. He returned to the kitchen and filled his bowl again, leaving less than half of the package remaining - but he returned obliviously to his spot on the couch and continued to eat, dripping and slobbering on himself heedlessly. As his fingers slipped across the bottom of the empty second bowl, he knew he should be stuffed - knew he should be full to the point of discomfort - but he was still hungry. If anything he was even hungrier than before he started. He stomped back into the kitchen with purpose and went to fill his bowl again, but reconsidered... he dropped the bowl into the sink and simply grabbed the remaining meat, butcher paper and all, and returned to the living room. He shoved the couch away and dropped the paper on the coffee table with a heavy splat and knelt down on the floor to continue his meal, first stuffing chunks of food into his mouth... but eventually attacking the pile of meat directly. He planted his hands on the floor and buried his face in the parcel as he ate, not paying any attention to the impressive erection that was tenting the front of his underwear as he sucked down every bite and licked the wrapper clean. He felt lethargic after his meal - dizzy and confused, and so full. He stroked his hands across his over-full stomach and grinned happily as he drifted off to sleep. If anyone had come in to see him, the scene would have been bizarre at the very least: a lean, 25 year old boy covered in bloody meat juices, sleeping on the living room floor in his underwear with a towering erection.

Daniel slept fitfully for almost 18 hours, and woke to aches and pains throughout his body. As he struggled to sit up, he felt fire at the end of his tailbone and his shoulders ached with the effort of rising. He immediately rolled to the side and tried again to stand, but his hips and chest ached as well. He pushed himself to a standing position and spoke aloud to the empty room "Wow..." but he stopped instantly - his jaw felt as though it had been broken and re-set in his sleep, and even that minimal movement had made him see flashes of blinding white pain. He felt his stomach lurch again and started toward the bathroom on instinct, unconsciously trying to avoid making a mess on his apartment floor. He reached the tub and turned on the water, leaning over the edge as the temperature stabilized and letting the spray of the trickle down his face as he pulled himself awkwardly into the enclosure. He sat for several minutes and simply let the spray wash over him, the familiar sensation helping to steady his stomach and even alleviating some of the pain in his joints. He tilted his face upward toward the shower head and let the water cascade into his mouth and down his chest as he collected himself. As he rose and braced himself against the wall he caught his reflection in shaving mirror - and immediately wished that he hadn't.

His eyes went wide: the face that stared back at him was a parody of his own... an ear-to-ear grin of Joker-like proportions was stretched across his face, and his lower canines protruded viciously upward. His brow had thickened to a cave-mannish depth, and his nose looked as though he had slept flat on his face for a week. His upper lip was lightly pockmarked, and a clear division had formed beneath his nose leaving little question as to what he resembled. He raised a hand to his cheek and touched it, as if to confirm that what he saw was real - but as his hand entered the small, circular view he noticed that his fingers seemed shorter... thicker, and his hand more muscular. He quickly ripped open the shower curtain and stumbled from the tub to stand before the full-length mirror on the back of the door, and the sight that greeted him was no less bizarre. In addition to the changes in his face, his body looked as though he was standing in front of a funhouse mirror. His legs were slightly bowed, and skinny calves ramped up to huge glutes that terminated in an almost comically tiny waist. His ribcage, while narrow at the base, swept outward to a chest and shoulders that could have stood comfortably at any bodybuilding competition. His arms hung out from his sides, bulging biceps and popeye forearms swinging in time with his rapid, panicked breathing. His neck was now so thick that it looked like his shoulders simply swept upward to his jaw.

His eyes darted over his reflection madly as he took in every detail, only stopping when he realized that what he saw was causing his cock to stiffen. "What the hell!" he tried to breathe more deeply, but the erection continued to rise. As he stared, he realized that his cock was impossibly red, and something seemed wrong with the shape of the head. He reached down to touch it and lost his breath as the sensation made him reel with pleasure. His feet parted slightly, and his balls swung forward from where they had been trapped behind his reshaped thighs. A nutsack that looked like it held a pair of lemons flopped down and tugged its weight at the base of his cock. The tugging sensation made him moan, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His tongue slipped from the corner of his mouth, and if he had been able to see it himself, the length would have shocked him - wide and pink, it draped well below his jawline. He stood for a moment with is eyes shut tight, just reveling in the sensations created by his swinging nuts.

He snapped back to reality, shaking all over and shouted "NO!" as he lurched forward and punched the bathroom mirror. His hand seemed softer, and the impact only generated a single crack that ran diagonally across his reflection. His body was filled with confusing sensations of pain and lust, but it was only after a third note joined the chorus in his mind that he realized what was responsible... his stomach growled and churned with hunger, and he knew: Marco.

He moved awkwardly from the bathroom and started looking around his room for clothing that might still fit his distorted frame, snatching sweatpants and a baggy hoodie from the laundry pile in his closet. Every movement ached, and he struggled to pull himself into some semblance of normalcy as he prepared to confront the butcher. Throughout his ordeal, the erection had refused to subside - and if anything, it had become larger and more demanding of his attention. He strapped it into the waistband of his sweats and pulled the strings tight, shocking himself with a wave of pain that quickly turned to pleasure as he moved. He pulled the bottom of the hoodie over his aching cock and tugged the hood tight around his face - then headed for the door. The few neighbors who noticed saw a bodybuilder in gray sweats moving awkwardly down the street away from Daniel's apartment - and if they had looked closely, they would also have noticed a growing wet spot in the stomach of his shirt.

Daniel barely remembered the journey to Marco's shop. At some point he had stopped navigating with his brain, and simply started following the delicious smell that was causing his stomach to squirm and his mouth to actually water. He stumbled through the door, clanging the bell, and tried to slow his movements to a more inconspicuous pace - but as he looked around, he realized that there wasn't another soul in the shop. He moved toward meat counter to find Marco, but instead found the counter flipped open to allow entry... again, nobody was visible - but golden sunlight streamed through the open back door of the shop. Daniel was shaking, both with fear and desperation at this point - but he couldn't stop now. He moved to the doorway and stepped out into the courtyard beyond.

The wall had hidden a lush garden court - lime trees, herb gardens, and incredibly well-maintained stone pathways filled the space that seemed impossibly large. Along the rear wall, a row of cages was flanked by a fountain that trickled fresh water steadily into a stone trough that ran beneath them. Several large dogs lay in the cages soaking up the sun, drinking from the stream that wound beneath them, or simply wandered about the courtyard lazily. "Ah! My friend, you look hungry!" - Marco's voice made Daniel jump, and he stumbled awkwardly as he tried to regain his balance on unsteady feet. Le turned to face Marco, who was sitting on a stone bench wearing only a pair of cutoff shorts. His muscular body was everything that Daniel had ever fantasized and more, his perfect chest covered in a thick coat of hair that traveled all the way to his waist, and thick legs that could have been mistaken for a satyr simply based on the amount of hair that covered them. He was barefoot, and uncrossed his legs to lean back lazily, revealing an unclasped top button that left the young man staring despite his situation. He wrenched his focus away from the powerful pull of sex that had overtaken him and shouted "What the FUCK! What the FUCK have you done to me!"

Marco's smile didn't waver... if anything it grew, and the effect was chilling. "Perrito, it's not what I have done to you. It's what I intend to do to you."

Fear rose in Daniel's chest and he turned toward the door, but Marco lazily kicked out a foot and the door slammed shut. As he continued toward it, he realized that the outside was covered in a smooth metal plate where the handle should have been. There was nothing to grab... no way to open the door from the outside that he could see. "Come now, my friend" Marco crooned from behind him "what kind of host would I be if I let a friend leave without providing him with a good, hearty meal?" Daniel froze, his heart pounding "and you are my friend, aren't you? In fact, I think you will probably be my *best* friend after today."

Daniel spun, backing himself against the door - but as he did, he saw Marco reaching casually into a cooler on the ground beside him. As soon as the lid slid away, the aroma of the contents burst vividly across his senses. His stomach betrayed him, and a sudden pang of hunger made him clutch his stomach and double over. As he looked at the ground, he saw droplets of water striking the pavement, darkening the dusty stones at his feet: he was drooling.

"Here you go, my friend." a chunk of red meat struck the ground at his feet, tumbling through the dust and leaving dark stains in its path. He tried to tear his eyes away from the morsel in front of him, but all he could do was stare, shaking. A second chunk of meat joined the first, and Marco spoke "Just a taste - I'm sure you'll feel better once you get a little food in you, si? It would please me greatly if you just had a bite, perrito." The words had an overwhelming effect on him, and Daniel suddenly found himself questioning his own resolve "he's being so good to me" he thought... "he's only trying to help". Marco continued calmly "That's right, little one - imagine how rewarding it would be to listen to Marco, si?"

Daniel's resolve crumbled and he fell to his hands and knees, pausing only a moment before gobbling down the food before him on the dusty ground. He could taste nothing but the delicious meat, despite the tracks that his nose and tongue left on the dusty ground. He looked up at Marco pleadingly, and saw another chunk of meat sailing through the air toward his face. On instinct, he lunged forward and snapped it out of the air, swallowing it almost without chewing - then licked his wide, darkening lips. "Good, good boy!" the words filled Daniel with a surge of pleasure that felt like butterflies in his chest "Come here, little one - there's plenty more for you. Eat your fill." Withouth thinking, Daniel crawled to Marco's side on his hands and knees and waited, staring up a the man. His fear gradually being twisted into fascination... into awe at the man before him. Another handful of the meat was passed in front of his face and he took it greedily, licking Marco's hand and trying to suck every last drop of the juice from his fingers. The larger man laughed and reached into the cooler again, this time drawing out a large metal bowl filled with the irresistible concoction. Daniel stared mesmerized at the bowl and simply tracked its movement through the air, his heart pounding in anticipation of the flavors and sensations. As Marco set the bowl on the ground, Daniel plunged his face into the meal and began to eat noisily and with almost comical enthusiasm. After a moment, he felt Marco's hand on his back and a surge of panic rose in his throat... the momentary thought that Marco might take the food away caused a growl to rumble in his chest and he felt the massive muscles in his chest and shoulders tense up. "Malo!" Marco snapped, and Daniel felt a sudden sting on his ass as Marco struck him firmly with an open palm. His aggression evaporated instantly, and his entire being was filled with fear and shame. What had he done? "There, there... you will learn my friend." Marco said, no longer angry but consoling. He placed his hand on Daniel's chest again and began to squeeze, feeling the muscles as he moved up his arm and toward his broad, rippling back. "Continue with your meal, Perrito. But can you blame me for wanting to touch you? You are beautiful." The compliment filled Daniel with a surge of golden excitement and he continued to clean the bowl with his snout and long tongue.

As the oblivious boy ate, Marco watched the transformation continue - running his hands over the thick muscles as they shifted and changed. Watching them turn was perhaps his greatest joy, and he could not resist admiring every facet of the change. With every bite, transformations rippled across Daniel's body: his legs shortened and continued to bow outward, leaving his stance that of a classic bulldog. His fists and feet shortened, and nails protruded and scraped through the dust as Daniel's paws formed beneath him. Marco continued to stroke, smiling approvingly as he saw the thick tail begin to extend from the swollen, red knot at the cleft of Daniel's ass cheeks. Another bowl was placed in front of Daniel and he continued to eat, unable to think of anything but his meal and the incredible sensations that came from every touch of Marco's hands on his skin. Marco could see now that Daniel was past the point of no return, and he could not resist adjusting his own growing erection as he reached behind the bench to lift a short, ornamental metal frame from its place in the garden nearby. He placed the object in front of the bowl at Daniel's face, and Daniel was finally able to see what it was without turning away from his meal: a silvered, antique mirror stood before him and showed him his fate.

His huge brown eyes were now set in the thick, canine brow of a young pitbull. His stance was broad and stereotypical for the breed, and his white chest rippled with muscle. His body had become a dusty chocolate brown, and his entire form was covered in short, shiny hair that was so fine that he almost looked like he was made of plastic. His mouth stretched literally ear-to-ear, and huge jaw muscles protruded at the extremes of his permanent grin. His hair was completely gone, and short triangular ears stood at the top of his blocky skull. He froze as he took in the image before him, finally grasping what had happened - the panic surging in him for one final time. Marco saw his response and moaned, basking in the final conquest of the boy before him "Good. Good boy." he said, stroking his hand down lee's back as he massaged his own drooling cockhead "Beautiful boy, look at yourself. Have you ever seen a more magnificent beast?" and as soon as the words reached Daniel's ears, the truth of them began to cloud his thoughts. He was beautiful. Yes, if Marco thought he was magnificent, then how could he be anything but pleased? As he stared, transfixed, at his own reflection he became aware of another scent in the air: Marco's musk was drifting through the garden now. Around him, he could sense the reactions of the other dogs in the courtyard, and even heard some of them whining in the distance. "Soon, my friends!" he called to them.

Daniel sniffed the air now, inhaling deep breaths as if he were trying to taste every molecule of Marco in the air. The scents of the garden were overwhelming, but they still paled in comparison to the appeal of the scent coming from Marco's open fly. As he reacted, his cock began to slither from the sheath that now held it bound to his narrow waist - but he became aware of a growing pain. With every heartbeat his cock slipped forward - but with every heartbeat, the ache in his massive balls grew. Soon he was whimpering in pain as his persistent erection reached its full length, his lust more than equaling the discomfort and holding him in a perpetually aroused state despite the burning ache in his nuts. Suddenly, Marco pressed a hand to his muzzle and his senses were flooded with the irresistible musk of the man above him. "It's alright, little one. There's just something that doesn't belong and we have to get rid of it." He slipped from the bench to the ground beside Daniel, and wrapped his arms across dog's sturdy form. Cool hands caressed his nutsack, then he felt Marco grasp his aching rod - his master's fingers slick with his own precum. "You probably just have a little human leche rolling around inside those beautiful pitbull heuvos!" Marco chuckled "And Marco knows how to fix that."

"Besides, if we don't get it out of there you could eventually end up human again... and we don't want that. I want to make sure that my best friends are taken care of... no more debt, no more worries, no more responsibilities... well, except to keep me happy, but that's not really a chore, is it?" Daniel was hypnotized by Marco's words. His human awareness made a dim connection of the words he had just heard, but his instincts screamed at ten times the volume of his logic now... and he found himself gradually humping his huge cock against Marco's slippery palm.

"That's what I thought, Perrito. You can stay her with Marco, yes? Meet my other friends. I think they want to meet you as well." Marco grinned as he glanced around the courtyard - a dozen other pitbulls panted and drooled, blood-red erections bobbing beneath them as they watched the scene from a respectful distance.

Marco squeezed Daniel's cock and began tugging the massive nutsack, and the sensations caused the creature to hump wildly into his master's slick fist. Daniel squinted his eyes shut and his head bobbed uncontrollably as he felt his cock stroking back and forth across Marco's fingertips. The ache in his balls was gradually compressing... changing... becoming a single point of heat within him. Soon all he could think of was getting that pain out of him, and the incredible desire he felt for Marco. Marco continued to whisper "so beautiful" he breathed "such a magnificent creature... so happy to be mine."

Daniel's orgasm exploded, and he felt thick blasts of ropy jism strike his belly and smelled the strange musk as splatters of his load pooled on the dusty ground beneath him. He stood panting, a thick knot at the base of his cock holding it steadily extended, cooling in the summer breeze. As the haze of lust gradually left him, the realization of what had happen began creeping back into the corners of his mind. He opened his eyes to look at Marco, and as he did he saw a shadow cross his vision, then heard a click as something was fastened around his neck. A wide, black collar with a single trinket was now around his neck - the word "Toro" stamped into the disc of brushed metal. The word echoed in his mind, and he lost focus... "Good dog, Toro" said Marco, and immediately his thoughts turned to dust. "I am a good dog." he thought, and a surge of pride filled him. He looked up at Marco and panted, tongue lolling at his chin. Marco reached down and clicked a leash to the collar, and stood up, smiling. "Let me show you your new home." he tugged gently, and Toro complied instantly - following Marco and feeling another surge of pleasure as he padded along beside the man obediently. "Here you will have nothing to worry about. Here you will stay with your brothers in the sun, and your only job will be to please me - and each other." Toro looked up stupidly and panted - everything he needed to know, he would be told. The answer to every question was now "yes" - he tried to reconcile his situation, but the effort of thinking seemed too much, and he was immediately distracted by the scents of the other animals around him. "Go now, meet your pack." Marco unclipped the leash and patted Toro on the ass, urging him forward. He trotted into the largest cage happily and was greeted by three of his packmates, all with bobbing erections. "Don't forget, perrito - your job is to please them, too."

Of course it was - and at that moment, there was no other thought in his mind.