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The alarm was ringing obnoxiously loud, and all Trey could think was how he dreaded getting out of bed. His pillow didn't want to disable the alarm for him, so the young man was required to pop his head out from the darkness of sleep and into the evil glare of the day. "Shut up..." he grunted, slamming his fist on the alarm shutting it up.

Trey thought about sliding his head back under his pillow, but according to his alarm clock he had already slept in an hour and if he took any more time his alarm clock would be ringing. As if the world knew what he was thinking his little black square started to vibrate as someone called him, after a moment of heated debate with himself about ignoring the call Trey picked up the phone. "Where are you?!" the voice on the other end shouted, it was a voice known to Trey as his manager.

"Sorry, I slept in," Trey replied, it was a well known reply that his manager was quite honestly tired of. Many times he'd be threatened with a loss of his job, but as he was a talented musician his manager couldn't lose his unless he wanted to drop the label altogether.

"Fuck, Trey!" his manager shouted, Trey could hear him raising his glasses as he rubbed his forehead as he always did. "We're outside, get your butt out here before we miss our chance to win this award!"

"Don't you mean I miss the chance?" Trey asked, his voice full of sass as he quickly slipped on a tight fitting black jacket that was from a tuxedo set albeit edited for Trey's image.

"Shut up, and get down here," his manager hissed before hanging up.

Trey admired himself in the mirror as he slapped a top hat onto his head finishing his well known iconic image, one of sophistication and fame. Trey wore a top hat and tuxedo jacket, and he wore fancy black slacks that his mother hadn't been very happy with when he cut a few holes in them. Trey brushed off his sleeves of invisble dust motes and smiled at himself allowing his pearly whites to gleam. "Looking good," he told himself, he grabbed a mahogany cane and slipped out of his apartment.

The halls of the hotel where he lived were glistening white from hours of meticulous care from the maids under the direction of Trey, who was actually very germophobic and needed to look clean and tidy at all times. He brushed his black hair to the side of his eyes as he swung his cane extravagantly, and as he stepped down the stairs of the hotel rather than taking the dank elevator he knew that everyone's eyes were on him. The hotel was full of many famous stars, but Trey was an icon worthy of praise in his own right.

"Mister Vahn, you're late once more," the bellboy said, he said so with a smile on his face as everyone hated Trey's manager and so they took pleasure in his anger. "I'm sure that Dandy won't be very happy."

"Dandy can become my hatrack for all I care," Trey laughed, the people around him laughed even if it wasn't funny. Trey was getting an award, and he had earned his title as a prodigy in the musical world.

"We'll be watching the award ceremony, Mister Vahn," the hotel manager said with a grin.

"I know you will, and I hope you all know that I'll be the one with the top hat, not the one giving away the award," Trey joked, winking as if they were all in on some small secret. Everyone nodded quickly as the young man stepped out of the hotel with his tailcoats flapping in the breeze.

***

Sitting in the limo, Trey tapped the floor absentmindedly with his cane as Dandy continued on his rant. "Trey, do you even want to be a star?!" he ended the rant.

"You done yet?" Trey asked, looking far more excited than he meant to. According to Dandy's gaze he was, but from how his knuckles were white against his skin he likely had a few more things to get out. "Dandy, you know that I love what I do." The car took a sharp right knocking both men off balance and sending them toppling onto their sides.

"Sorry boss," the driver shouted back, not exactly sounding the most apologetic.

Dandy straightened up his bowler on his head, and after a deep breath and him pulling out a cigarette he shrugged. "I know," he sighed, already with gray in his hair Dandy looked like he could be Trey's father's age. Yet Dandy was young for a manager, only tapping in at twenty six he was admired as a hard working manager, but he had a pretty stiff stick up his ass.

As smoke wafted towards Trey, he glared at his manager who quickly threw his cigarette into a wine glass. "Dandy, I hate anything dirty," he grunted, looking out the window he grimaced as he saw people living in the filth of the city streets. The city had recently suffered a horrible storm that brought a lot of trash blowing through the streets, and with the pollution getting worse acid rain had covered a lot of vehicles in a thin layer of slime.

"After this awards ceremony you'll be on your way to the islands for a tour, so you won't have to worry about too much dirt," Dandy said, pouring himself a cup of expensive liquor. Trey roared in anger as the car suddenly screeched to a stop and Dandy's hand was jolted pouring wine over Dandy's pants. "Shit!" Dandy hissed, quickly he dug into his pocket in search for a tissue.

In the front seat the driver, a tiger anthro, turned around to face them with an apologetic look on his face. "So... sorry, but traffic is all backed up... There's a crash in a few blocks according to the radio."

"Why didn't you slow down earlier?!" Trey screamed, his face turning red as he realized that the white undershirt that he was wearing was stained a deep velvet from the wine.

"Sorry," the anthro bowed his head, he turned to face the road with his head bowed. Anthros had been around for a while, and when they had turned up they appeared less intelligent than regular humans, so they had been put into lower jobs than humans. Trey had been raised in a wealthy family, so he was used to have anthros as servants and never had he treated them as a regular person.

The time passed, and even after thirty minutes the car didn't move an inch, and with each minute passing Dandy was becoming more and more angry. "Move you, stupid cat!" Dandy roared at the driver, his face had become as red as a turnip.

Suddenly there was a knock on the window making Dandy and Trey jump in shock, outside of the window was a rather fat looking anthro wearing ratty clothing. Trey looked at Dandy doubtfully, the manager shook his head telling him not to open the window but Trey didn't see the harm. Rolling down the window he was struck with an awful smell almost causing the star to throw up in the car, but the anthro that the smell belonged to didn't seem to register his disgust. "Hey, you're that famous star, Trey Vahn right?" The anthro was a large skunk, and god did he smell disgusting.

"Y... yeah," Trey hacked, the smell was god awful.

"Well ain't ya supposed to be at the awards show in thirty minutes?" the skunk asked, looking amused by Trey's predicament.

"Yes he is, and you're not helping us out any!" Dandy growled, looking especially pissed off.

"Well I can get him up there in time," the skunk said, he seemed genuinely interested in helping Trey.

Dandy bit his lip and looked at his watch, and though Trey didn't particularly want to go with the stinky skunk man they were running low on time. "How much do you want to get him up there?" Dandy asked, looking almost desperate to get Trey up there.

"No money is necessary my reedy little friend," the skunk chuckled, Dandy blushed as he looked down to look at his skinny disposition. "I'm just glad to help out such a famous star," he said in earnest.

"Alright, Trey," Dandy said, pulling the star's attitude he saw concern in his manager's face. "You know what to do when you get to the award's ceremony, you get there and play a piano piece in the dark before the lights turn on and you're presented with your award. Then you play one of your songs with the band, alright?"

"You don't really expect me to go with this guy, do you Dandy?" Trey asked, looking green as he could still smell the skunk's odor.

"You have to, Trey! If you don't you'll risk losing face in front of thousands of famous stars, and you don't want that," Dandy explained, he looked at the skunk over Trey's shoulder. "Don't forget that you have pepper spray in your cane's handle," he whispered quickly in Trey's ear before patting him on his shoulder. "Now get going!"

Clambering out of the car, Trey nervously smiled at the skunkman. He felt tiny compared to the anthro even though he was taller, where Trey was a tall, meticulously clean, and lanky six foot five the anthro was stout, rotund, and extremely dirty. "I'm Dirk," the skunk said, holding his paw out for Trey to shake.

Trey thanked god that he was wearing gloves, and so he extended his hand and felt it get squashed in the bear's hand with a noisy squelch. "I... I'm Trey," he said, feeling his stomach nearing his mouth he closed his lips unless he wanted to launch his dinner onto the bear.

"I know who're you are silly," the bear laughed, after he waved goodbye to Dandy he started towards the nearby alley. Trey quickly slipped off the dirty glove and threw it to the ground followed by the other before following behind Dirk.

"So... why did you want to help me?" Trey asked, he glanced around nervously as if somebody would jump him from the shadows.

"Well I just wanted to help out such a famous star," Dirk explained, his tail waved from side to side as he hobbled down the alley. Trey grimaced as he realized what the skunk was wearing, around his waist were a very dirty and greasy pair of underwear that were covered in a yellow juice that Dirk didn't even want to start guessing what it was.

"Well... I appreciate it, and so what you said about getting me there on time was the truth?" he asked, feeling relieved that he would be receiving his award. The skunk didn't respond, he just continued to walk with a cheery skip in his step. His shirt was a large shirt with some band logo on it that Trey hadn't seen, but from what the name read he could only assume it was some kind of dirty rap or something. "Dirk, we're going to get there on time right?" he asked, feeling put off how the skunk wasn't answering.

Deeper and deeper into the alleys they went, and Trey was starting to notice that they weren't going towards the awards hall, but rather away from it. He started to grow nervous as he swore that he saw something moving around in the shadows, and so his pace slowed to a stop. Dirk noticed that he stopped, and so he turned around smiling at Trey. "What's the matter, Trey?"

"Where are you leading me, Dirk?" Trey asked, his hand tight on his cane ready to pepper spray anything that might attack him.

"I'm leading you to the awards building," Dirk said, his face never lost the beaming quality that it held.

"We're going in the opposite direction, where are you taking me?" Trey asked, his voice raising as he grew increasingly nervous.

"I'm shocked that you noticed so quickly," Dirk said, his chipper voice never losing the quality. "Too bad you didn't notice sooner though," he chuckled, suddenly the skunk waved his arms towards him and from behind Trey two large shapes grabbed his arms and pulled him into a tight grip. "Bring him guys, we're almost home." Struggling, Trey tried to rip out of the tight grips but it was useless as they were far stronger (and fatter) than he was. Through the alleys into a haven of fat looking slobbish anthros like Dirk, Trey found himself being assaulted by a variety of loud music and disgusting smells. "Did you do this on purpose?" he asked, Dirk just laughed and tutted.

"Of course I did, I'm sad that you would think that it would be any other way. Why would I just so happen be there when you were stuck in traffic?" Dirk chuckled, he then tapped his nose. "Though actually, there was no traffic in the first place. If either you or your manager had thought to look, there were no cars in front of you." "No... cars.. in front of us?" Trey asked, he suddenly realized that they had an anthro as their driver. "Did our driver set us up?!"

Dirk laughed as his great girth jiggled, and Trey couldn't help but notice that in his grimy underwear he had a boner. "Your driver was quite the problem as he didn't want to go against his masters, so I gave him some lessons on how to be a good slobby anthro. He picked up a remote from a nearby table and clicked the power button on it to turn on a nearby TV revealing a video.

In the video, Trey saw his driver who looked distressed as he nervously clicked his fingers on a table. "I love masters, they took me in from the workshop..." Off camera there was chuckling that sounded awfully familiar.

Sure enough stepped into the shot was Dirk, as dirty and grimy as ever though Trey swore that he saw his underwear were a little less yellow. "So you would never help us take away your 'master'?"

"No, I would never hurt master Trey!" the anthro growled, the usually calm cat becoming disgruntled.

"Do you hear that 'master Trey'?" Dirk asked, turning towards the camera. "He would never hurt you..."

"Master Trey?" the cat asked, looking at the camera in horror. "I would never hurt you, Master!" the cat pleaded.

Dirk in the video laughed as he slapped his knee, and so he walked around the table right next to the cat anthro. "Well this is before, Trey! After this commercial break, you'll see the perfect change!"

The video flashed to an image of a greasy chicken wing that Trey could only imagine Dirk ate way too much of. "This is sick!" he roared at Dirk.

"Oh, here it comes!" Dirk laughed, turning Trey's attention back to the TV. On the small television he could see Dirk's face in all of its horrendous detail. "We're back, and now that I've had fifteen minutes with your driver Trey, it's time for you to see my amazing program in action!" He stepped away from the camera to reveal the driver, but now he looked far larger and instead of his respectable driving ensemble he was wearing Dirk's dirty underwear with a large bulge and a grease stain around his neck. "So, are you going to work with us?" Dirk asked, the cat burped and scratched his greasy crotch.

"Of course!" The cat piped in, he looked glad to be able to help the people he had been resisting just moments before.

"Does 'Master Trey' mean anything to you?" Dirk asked, his whiskers practically curling in amusement.

"Nope, I'm just another slobby anthro, happy to help you Master Dirk!" the cat cheered, he had been completely brainwashed by the skunk.

Dirk in the TV turned back towards the camera and laughed, and even though he was horrified Trey couldn't help but sigh in relief that he didn't have to see anything but Dirk's face as he couldn't imagine what was held underneath the skunk's underwear. "That's my patented technique, Trey! Now my present day self will help you while i help myself... to this stud behind me." The TV flicked off just as Dirk was turning and Trey was able to see the cat standing allowing cum to drop onto the chair, and then the two lugs behind him turned him to face real world Dirk again.

"You've seen how I changed your driver, and now I think it's time... for your change," Dirk said, his eyes glinting with a nasty light as he motioned for the two large lugs to pull Trey along.

"Let me go!" Trey shouted, but all of the chubby anthros just laughed as he was dragged away.

***

Sitting in the same chair that his driver had been in the video, Trey couldn't help but feel slightly disgusted as they hadn't washed the chair and it was covered in sweat and cat fur. Trey had been stripped of everything besides his boxers, and even then he didn't feel comfortable as he swore he could still feel the cum that had dripped onto the chair, but he assumed that it was his imagination. The room was pretty barren, save for speakers set in each corner of the room, and a table where a large variety of greasy food sat. The door to the room opened revealing Dirk who looked as he always did, and as he closed the door behind him Trey nearly gagged as a wave of stench followed behind him. "How are you feeling, Trey?" Dirk asked, his voice as chipper as ever.

"Well you broke your promise, Dirk," Trey snapped, it was long past a half an hour. "I'm sure my manager has already called the cops!"

Dirk tapped the side of his nose, and as he started to set up a camera across from Trey. "Don't mind the camera, I like looking at before and afters of my subjects, and don't worry about the awards. The coordinator decided that they needed another day to set up," Dirk chuckled, a fat raccoon in leather gear walked in as his nipple rings bounced around.

"Master Dirk, I called in like you told me to," the raccoon said, his leather thong was elongated from his arousal.

"Good boy, Darian. You can go pick out a young man from the street, and after I"m done with Trey here I'll help you with your new cub for your new leather daddy lifestyle," Dirk said, Darian saluted and walked out while stroking his arousal.

"Dandy wouldn't believe that!" Trey snapped, he knew that he could count on Dandy in a pinch like this.

"Dandy..." Dirk tapped his cheek as he thought about the name, and then he snapped his fingers and grinned. "Oh Dandy! Well he was asking around, so when got in his limo to visit you at your house our mutual friend your driver brought him to a different place. I know it took me quite a while to get in here, but that was because I was taking care of 'Dandy'," he emphasised Dandy's name while flexing his fingers. "Randy, get in here!"

The door opened to reveal the brainwashed driver in nothing but boxers, and a boar following behind finishing up a chicken wing. "Oh god... is that Dandy?" Trey asked, his heart dropping. Unlike regular skinny Dandy, Randy was a fat ass boar wearing boxers with a very obvious erection.

"Actually he prefers to go by Randy now," Dirk chuckled, the boar snorted as his erection bounced in the tight fitting briefs. "He was very easy to change, actually more so than Lance."

"Lance?" Trey asked, not recognizing the name.

"Yup," the cat answered, he scratched at his dripping crotch.

"I assumed as much, you've always portrayed yourself as a pure clean human star," Dirk chuckled, his voice taking on a nasty undertone. "Just like all other human stars you don't give a shit about anthros, you didn't even bother to learn your driver's name. I thought us anthros would always be trodden underfoot, that is until I found out that you would be receiving an award in front of thousands of stars..." Dirk chuckled, ringing his hand in true villian style he seemed to be gazing off at nothing.

"What's so special about me?" Trey asked, taking a look at Lance and "Randy" who were in the process of cumming their underwear it looked like.

"Well, there's a very special way I make anthros like me..." Dirk pulled out a controller as he hit the record button on the video camera. "None of the anthros out there willingly followed me, until I discovered how easily people are susceptible to a very specific kind of hypnosis..." Dirk pressed a button on the controller, and from the speakers a loud blaring rock like music started to boom nearly driving Trey crazy.

"Stop it!" Trey screamed, but Dirk just laughed as Lance and Randy had stiffened up and their eyes went blank and their underwear started to become stained with a large quantity of cum. There was a jumble of words in the song that sounded like Dirk, but he couldn't figure out what they were saying.

The human felt his entire senses being assaulted as the smell of the food seemed to grow stronger, and his senses seemed to jack up to ten as the sounds bounced in his head. Trey felt himself being lost in the noise, and as he looked at the wall with a horrified expression he found himself losing track of what was happening around him. Dirk approached the human and quickly stripped off his boxers revealing his slowly rising penis, and though Trey attempted to keep it down he found himself losing to the sheer noise of the song.

Dirk himself had made the song by recording many sayings that he had about being a chubby anthro, about being gay, and about how awesome it was to follow Master Dirk. Trey couldn't fight them as they rapidly assaulted his mind, and Trey's hands had been tied down. Dirk pulled off his large pair of greasy underwear, and after a very small struggle from Trey he pulled them up around his ass and cock. Dirk stepped back and grinned as his giant penis throbbed in the air as he watched the young star get corrupted by his "training program".

The underwear was soaked in a mixture of Dirk's cum, sweat, and many years of continuous wear. A moan of pleasure escaped Trey's mouth as the song affected his thinking mind, and as much as he wanted to be himself the music was becoming almost addicting. The underwear originally extremely loose on the human started to fill out as Trey started to expand, and from the rim of the underwear a series of green scales spread out like wildfire. His ass loosening up, Trey felt an incredible urge to have a penis pierce him right through.

Lance and Randy were in the thrall of the music after having heard it before, and as their penises leaked their devotion to their master only increased. Trey's stomach bulged out as Dirk's own physique was inflicted upon him, and Trey couldn't help but grin as his body started to sweat heavily and smelt his growing odor. From the pompous germophobic star, into a greasy chubby anthro just like Master Dirk.

The already stained underwear that Dirk wore around started to get filled out some more as Trey's penis started to spew spunk in copious amounts as his body made up for his new weight and size by increasing his sperm count. White scales spread up his rotund stomach, and all around his back a thick pile of green scales and ridges rolled up. Trey let out a large fart as his feelings of public decency disappeared in favor for much more relaxed, and happy ones.

The music started to make sense to Trey as he listened with his new mindset, and he realized how amazing it was to be a chubby anthro like he was. Trey's hair fell out as scales slid over his scalp. His originally slim fingers became sausages as sharp black claws slid out of his fingers, and his nostrils flared as the human morphed into a large gator. Even though Trey felt a huge urge to fight the music, and he knew that this shouldn't be happening he felt himself going along with it as there would be no point to fighting. Dirk had planted that in the song as well to make sure that fighting would die quickly as the music was made to break the normal man's minds as fast as possible.

Human life became a joke as Trey filled out his master's large boxers, and yet his labido wasn't sated yet even after cumming several times. Lance glanced over and licked his lips as he watched Trey's cock grow to master's cock size, and he couldn't help but orgasm at the sight of the man's enormous cock. "He's mine..." he grunted, sex was on the gator's mind throughout the song.

Trey looked upon his master, and grinned with his rows of sharp alligator teeth as he realized how gorgeous his master truly was. His master turned for a moment, and allowed the trio to admire their master's dirty ass and they all came in tandem as they each surrendered their complete and utter souls to the disgusting and pompous skunk.

The music ended, and the trio of changed anthros panted in release as their master untied Trey from his chair. "Grey, you better see to your husband's needs. I'll have your ass later," Dirk chuckled.

As Grey stood up his moobs bounced, and for a moment he felt dizzy but he quickly reoriented himself as he looked around and quickly found who he knew was his spouse. Lance grinned in arousal as the alligator locked eyes with him, and from behind Grey Dirk grabbed at his underwear and pulled them down the gator's legs allowing for the newly made gator to have at his partner as well vice verca.

Lance had been given a dominating personality in order to compensate for Grey's years of disservice to him, and Grey had been given a submissive personality in kind. Lance's underwear dropped as Grey found himself leaning up against one of the stained walls (which Trey didn't notice as the stains blended in with the walls), Grey lifted his large gator tail and looked behind him with a pleading look as the cat walked up with a cocky grin. "Do you want my dick in your ass, gator boy?"

"Yeah..." Grey groaned, his mind was far gone from the human and now all he wanted to do was serve the two most important men in his life. Lance, and Master Dirk, and as Lance teased him he found himself becoming more and more desperate for the feline dick.

The cat's cock was slathered in a mixture of sweat, and cum making it naturally lubed as he approached his husband. Dirk was especially enjoying the show, and he knew that after the awards show he would be putting the pair through a second hypnosis therapy making the pair into big lovers of bdsm just as he had done with Darian. Lance grinned as he pulled his husband's wide cheeks apart and looked at the quivering hole, and he looked up into Grey's eyes pleading for the first piercing of his virgin hole. "Well, let's get to it then shall we, babe?"

"Fu... fuck me..." Grey cried, and so Lance did as he pierced deep into the alligator's hole. At first the alligator towered over the cat, but as they started to have sex the gator's body decided to shrink down and so it did resulting in Grey dipping from his original six foot five body, and ending in a five foot four body just under his husband, and with his reprogramming that was exactly how he wanted it.

The pair grunted and moaned in pleasure, and Dirk decided to take pity on Randy who seemed to be lonely as he twitched in arousal. "Randy, get your ass over here. From today on I think you'll be the new fuck pot for the anthros."

"That's awesome, Master Dirk!" Randy snorted, feeling pleased to be of use to his master he dropped his briefs and presented his ass to the skunk. Already the skunk was sizing up the boar for his new slave gear, and he nearly came from the thought alone.

Grey roared as he came onto the wall, but Lance wasn't nearly done yet, and it wasn't for another three hours that the horny cat came, and by that time Grey had learned how to handle his husband's penis. The pair quickly walked up to their master upon being done with sex, and as they panted and licked one another for their juices Dirk chuckled. "Tomorrow, we shall be attending the awards show..." he muttered, the pair nodded in agreement as Dirk's footrest moaned in pleasure from the deep seated vibrator in his ass.

***

At the awards center, a red carpet had been rolled out for the hundreds of actors who had been invited. At the door, the men and women had been separated much to their chagrin because apparently there was to be a separate awards programs at first so they could cut down on time due to time constraints. After saying farewells to one another, the women were put into a room where Dirk played a very special tone that brainwashed each of the women into forgetting about their husbands, or any men in their lives, and if they lived with them they would treat the men like the plague and have them kicked out of the house. Dirk knew that if this were the case there would be many men on the streets who would easily be taken in by his anthros.

Backstage the entire crew had been brainwashed and transformed into anthros, and any women were sent home to bring any males at their houses to the awards ceremony. Grey grinned as he stepped up onto the stage, and as the entire room was dark nobody saw him in his true form. The gator was just far enough away that no one could smell the sweat pouring off of his body, but Lance was close enough that he could see his sexy mate in his tight fitting jockstrap. "Ready to knock these guys gay, hun?" he mumbled into the gator's ear.

"Hell yeah," Grey growled, and as the last of the men stars walked in they sat down and the doors silently locked behind them. The room's temperature had intentionally been turned up so each of the men was forced to start drinking from their waters which tasted off and almost sticky but they were too thirsty to care and chalked it up to their own sweat, and it wasn't long before they were all growing impatient. "When is this starting?!" one of the men in the front growled, and Grey grinned as he saw his master nod towards him.

"Now!" he announced to everyone, and upon pressing the play button all of the men's chairs released shackles to keep their arms down. There was a plethora of angry screaming as Master Dirk's amazing singing started, and Grey and the rest of the anthros in the room shut down in arousal as they listened to their master's hypnotic tones. The roaring from the audience died down quickly as they all fell under the master's spell, and quickly the anthros from behind stage poured out and pulled off all of the men's pants and underwear to see their gorgeous tools. The water bottles contained a mixture of Master Dirk's sweat and cum, and even though many of the men had taken sips of it the anthros were methodical and made each man take a sip before moving on to the next.

By the end of the song every man had been ensnared by Master Dirk's song, and they were all in the process of changing at varying stages as he stood before them with a confident grin. "All of you are stars, and have made an impact on the lives of thousands of people across the world. Before you may come to live with me you must all leave a message to all of your friends and family with a very special song that I gave you that will impart my message to everyone across the planet, and not before long I shall have the entire planet in my grasp!"

There was a roar of approval from the horny anthros as they cheered for their master, and as Dirk basked in the glory of his enslaved crowd Grey and Lance were off on the side in another bout of sex. "Master... is the best..." Lance growled, pounding in Grey's already well used hole.

"Y... yeah..." Grey moaned, his mind completely corrupted by his master and the music. It took an hour to give all of the stars the cds that they needed, and afterwards Dirk grinned at Lance and Grey.

"Now for you two, I have a very special program for you to listen to..." The pair couldn't have been more excited for their master's program.

***

Across the world the songs that Dirk had imparted upon the planet were ringing, and already men were leaving from their families as the women quickly grew to despise the opposite sex. At the alley where Dirk had first set up there were camps being set up for the influx of newly made slaves, and within Dirk's house he stayed with his personal entourage of slaves. Lance and Grey had become his personal favorites, and with the piercings and leather that they now wore he became aroused on sight of seeing them. "Boys, I think it's time for you to have sex."

"Yes, Master Dirk!" they chirped in unison, after which they quickly forgot about anything outside of their personal space to have sex. Dirk chuckled as Randy moaned in pleasure from another servant fucking his already sore asshole again, the skunk pulled his cock out of his dirty underwear and started to masturbate.

"Now this... is the life..." he moaned, already he was being crowned king of the anthros, and with his control on the world it was undisputed.