{"sf1_id":9755,"sf2_id":"k1V9l0bn","title":"Match Making","author":"RdL","words":4432,"posted_at":"2006-03-09T16:05:00.000Z","tags":["Bizarre","Bondage","Bunny","M/F","Mind Control","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9755-match-making","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V9l0bn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=9755\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The remaining three hours in the day were the furthest thing from  \nMark's mind as he vacantly checked his email for the 3rd time that day.  \nWork had been especially slow due to the approaching holiday. The  \noffice party had already been thrown and he, along with seemingly all  \nof his coworkers, had taken that pitiful display of false camaraderie  \nas the signal to coast until their elongated weekend.  \n  \nThere had been a few unremarkable things in his inbox when he first  \nchecked it, nothing the second time and only one message this third  \ntime. At first glance, it appeared to be a run of the mill 'special  \noffer' message and Mark's finger hovered over the 'delete' button. As  \nhe thought again, Mark decided that he'd be able to squeeze a few  \nmoments of entertainment from making a few private sarcastic comments  \nabout the contents of the spam message. As he opened it, two things  \nimmediately struck his eye as out of the ordinary. First off the  \nmessage was addressed specifically to him and second were the contents  \nof the message itself. The message itself was as follows:  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mark Duster of 298 West Danbury, Apartment E, this is not spam.  \nBased on an online personal you've posted, along with your  \nproximity to our research facility, you have the opportunity to  \nbe a beta tester of our revolutionary new matchmaking process.  \n  \nWe here at Make-a-Match are simply dying to have young  \nprofessionals like yourself participate in our early trials in  \nthe hopes of having a high success rate right from the onset.  \n  \nWe also understand that your time and patience in trying out this  \nnew process with us is extremely valuable. This program can be  \nstarted any day, any evening, or any weekend, including this  \ncoming holiday weekend. Also, in order to sweeten the deal, we  \npledge to \"refund\" you the fee that paying customers would be  \ncharged if you aren't completely satisfied by the time our  \nprocess has completed. Mr. Duster, our definition of \"completely\"  \nmeans that if you even CONSIDER falsely telling us that you are  \ndissatisfied, then you quite obviously weren't entirely happy  \nwith our work. The refund would be given to you with no strings  \nattached.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mr. Duster, the fee we intend to charge our customers for the  \nservice's official launch is between $1,500 and $2,000!!! We  \nswear to you, you will entirely satisfied after our service is  \ncomplete. If not, you will be sure to enjoy an unexpected  \nthousand dollars or so.  \n  \nBelow you will find directions, along with a map detailing the  \nroute to our facility from your street. As said before, come see  \nus any time on any day to get started. All you will need is your  \ndriver's license to confirm that you are one of the selected few  \non our list of beta testers.  \n  \n--Clark French Make-a-Match President  \n  \nAfter a moment or so of deliberation, Mark printed the email and  \nstuffed it in his briefcase. Once he'd done that, he promptly forgot  \nall about it, until the next morning.  \n  \n2.  \n  \nOn the morning of December 23, a Saturday, Mark sat at his desk in his  \nbathrobe, scratching furiously in his checkbook. With a sigh, he paid  \nhis last bill and wrote his balance in red ink. 46 dollars. His monthly  \ncollege loan payments and other routine bills had collaborated with his  \nholiday shopping and shipping charges to put him in this precarious  \nfinancial state. Not only would he not be able to return to him  \nhometown for the holidays as he had excitedly pledged before he backed  \nout of his parent's driveway for the last time, but it looked as if  \nhe'd have trouble feeding himself until his next paycheck, which would  \nbe two weeks from the day before.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Dejectedly, he thumped himself down on his sofa, moving his briefcase  \nout of the way before doing so. As the fake leather tote hit the floor,  \nhe was reminded of the offer he had printed and shoved into its pocket.  \nWhile it reeked of a scam, the letter did promise quite a sizeable  \npayout for his participation. Provided, of course, he was left  \n\"dissatisfied,\" but what dating service didn't leave people high and  \ndry?  \n  \nA half hour later, Mark was showered and dressed and 20 minutes after  \nthat, he found himself standing outside of the clean and new-looking  \noffice building his directions had led him to. He smoked a cigarette,  \ntaking his time with it as he allowed time for last minute doubt to  \ncreep in. It never came, not only were the visions of dollar signs too  \nmuch for Mark to resist, but part of him really wanted the dating  \nservice to work. Hell, according to the email, even if he \"claimed\" to  \nbe unhappy, he'd get his payoff. A girlfriend? Cash? Evvvvverybody's  \nhappy. Flicking away the smoldering filter of his last cigarette, Mark  \npushed his way through the door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The moment Mark entered, he was approached by an armed security guard.  \nThe guard gruffly asked him what he was doing on the premises and  \nsilently pointed Mark to a cubicle after Mark stammered out his reason.  \nMark nervously poked his head into the cubicle and was quickly greeted  \nby a perky, middle-aged woman. She spoke rapidly, pushing forward in  \nher one-sided conversation without giving Mark a chance to answer with  \neven a full nod.  \n  \n\"Hi! Here to beta test for us, right?? Great! I'm sure you'll love how  \nthings work out, sweetie, I've yet to hear of a single complaint, isn't  \nthat wonderful? There's a little paperwork to take care of, but we'll  \ndo that later hun, okay? Super! We'll get you started right away then  \nwith a little physical exam and once your bloodwork clears you'll be on  \nyour way to coupled happiness! Follow me hun... oh and be a dear and  \nhand me your identification.\"  \n  \nMark had been holding his driver's license in his hand as he was  \nverbally blitzed by the older woman and she plucked it from his hand  \nwith fluid grace as she walked past him. She continued on, walking at a  \nbrisk pace, as Mark did his best to keep up with her. She led him to a  \nsmall examination room and told him to disrobe, nodding at a paper gown  \nlaid over a chair in the corner. With the door shut behind her, Mark  \nquietly did as he was told, reasoning to himself that it was actually a  \nrelief that candidates for this \"service\" were subject to blood  \nscreening. In this day and age, with all the diseases out there... Mark  \nsat in his uncomfortable paper gown waiting for the examiner to come in  \nand check him out. As he looked around, he was impressed with how new  \neverything seemed. It was as if all the equipment had arrived the day  \nbefore. Obviously, a doctor's exam room should be clean, but this one  \nseemed to sparkle, even dazzle with its freshness and cleanliness. Less  \nthan 5 minutes after being left by the receptionist, a young looking  \ndoctor entered the room.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Greetings, Mr. Duster,\" he began, \"I see you're ready to try our brand  \nof romance. I assure you that you'll be perfectly happy with the way  \neverything works out.\" He paused, seeming to size Mark up during the  \nsilent moment, then continued,  \n  \n\"I can see from your appearance that you're in fine physical shape,  \nwhich leaves us only with the blood test...\"  \n  \nMark blinked at that, knowing that he was more than a little out of  \nshape, still, the doctor seemed to be satisfied as he rooted through  \nthe cabinet to his right. He withdrew a pre-filled syringe and an  \nalcohol swab. As he dabbed at Mark's shoulder, Mark found the courage  \nto question him.  \n  \n\"Ah, doctor? I thought you were taking a blood sample, not giving me an  \ninjection... shouldn't that syringe be empty?  \n  \nThe doctor chuckled as he gently held Mark's arm still,  \n  \n\"Doctor?\" Said the white-coated man with a smile.  \n  \nMark winced as the biting needle pierced his skin, sinking into the  \nmuscle of his shoulder.  \n  \n\"Who said I was a doctor?\"  \n  \nThe young, faux-doctor's grip tightened around Mark's arm as he pushed  \nthe plunger down, injecting Mark's arm with the burning substance.  \nMark's eyes went wide with horror, than almost immediately glazed over,  \nbecoming glassy and vacant.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Then wha... who...\" He was interrupted with a yawn, as the doctor  \nanswered him anyway.  \n  \n\"I'm a scientist and a well paid one, at that. Now you're going to go  \nto sleep for a little while, I'll tell you what you need to know when  \nyou wake up.\"  \n  \nMark shook his head, attempting to clear it, but still felt his eyelids  \ngetting heavier. Fighting will all his will power to stay awake, Mark  \nwas still asleep within moments.  \n  \n3.  \n  \nWhen Mark awoke, he found himself eye to eye with himself. The  \npuzzlement shook free the remnants of his drug-induced slumber, as his  \neyes snapped the rest of the way open, the alertness coming back to  \nthem in the span of a moment. The Mark standing across from him did the  \nsame. Squinting for a short period of time, Mark realized that the  \n\"him\" across from him was actually a mirror image.  \n  \nThe wave of unease lessened with the revelation, but quickly trebled in  \nits original strength as Mark used the mirror to see what his situation  \nwas. He was strapped to what resembled a gurney, but was vertical. His  \nfeet rested on small planks inches off the floor and above and below  \nhis knees were thick rubber straps. As Mark's eyes trailed up the form  \nof his mirrored image, he saw that he was also bound across each upper  \nthigh, around his midsection, over each shoulder (and under the  \narmpit), over each forearm and across the forehead. The straps  \nthemselves weren't painful or even uncomfortable, but the total and  \ncomplete lack of mobility distressed Mark greatly. He could do nothing  \nmore than wriggle his toes, or bend at the wrists. All that, of course,  \nwas bad, really bad. But what made it all exponentially worse, was the  \nfact that Mark was completely naked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mark looked straight ahead, forced to look into his own panic-stricken  \neyes. Suddenly, he heard a faint click of an intercom switching on. The  \nsound came from his left. He instinctively tried to face the source of  \nthe voice, but of course was unable.  \n  \n\"Ah, Mr. Duster, I see you've rejoined us. You might be interested to  \nknow that today is Tuesday. Believe it or not, you've been asleep for  \njust about three days. Our process has just begun and I'm delighted to  \ninform you that things will now progress much more rapidly as you are  \nconscious. It seems the decreased metabolism rate in sleeping patients  \nslows down our process. No matter, we had discovered that quite early  \non in our studies and between you and I, I find having our patient to  \nbe conscious and coherent to be MUCH more entertaining. If you look  \nclosely, you may notice a few, minor improvements that are the  \nbeginnings of what was requested by your match. If you wish, you may  \npass some time trying to determine what these changes are...or where  \nthey are heading. An assistant of mine will be in to feed you shortly  \nand if you cooperate, we may be able to improve upon your current  \ncomfort level. Until then...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Wait! WAIT!\" Mark spat out, \"What is all this? What are you doing to  \nme?\"  \n  \nThe answer came immediately, the smugness blatantly obvious in the  \nvoice,  \n  \n\"I thought that would be obvious, Mr. Duster. This is a match making  \nservice and you are being made into the perfect match for one of our  \nbest paying customers. Actually, let me be more accurate. This service  \nis being paid for by one of our best paying customers and you are to be  \nthe reward, well, one of the rewards, to his closest friend. The two of  \nthem, ah, what they had always dreamed about had once been a purely  \nimaginary pleasure... but now, with our process and their funding,  \nwell... you'll make a fine addition to their collection. Now then, I  \nhave other patients to check on, so any other questions will have to be  \nanswered using the 'wait and see' method. Good day.\"  \n  \nMark opened his mouth to call out again, but gave up as he heard the  \nspeaker click off. With a small sigh, he peered at himself in the  \nmirror. As he looked, he noticed that there were indeed some slight  \nchanges.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His legs had been bound slightly parted, so as to allow the independent  \nstraps to circle him just below his hip flexor. These legs were clearly  \ndifferent from the ones Mark had walked into the clinic in. For one,  \nthey were smoother. Mark halfheartedly hypothesized that his legs had  \nbeen shaved to accommodate the bindings, but he knew in his heart that  \nthat wasn't the case. The doctor alone was a sinister enough figure for  \nhim to dismiss that hope. Secondly, the shape of the legs themselves  \nseemed to have changed a bit. They were rounder, less muscular,  \ncertainly less bulky, but still... rounder... smooth looking...  \nalmost... womanly. Mark grunted and bit his lip as that thought struck  \nhim. Could it be possible? Mark certainly hoped not.  \n  \nSeemingly contrary to the change in his legs was the fact that his feet  \nappeared to be much larger. Not only in length, but in height as well.  \nMark tried to shift his weight to see if they still at least felt the  \nsame, but was unable to budge due to the bindings strapped all around  \nhim.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally, Mark saw a change that almost made him smile. His waist, which  \nhad seemingly always been burdened with a small \"beer belly,\" or at  \nleast the beginnings of one. He was, after all, still in his mid-20's.  \nHe found himself to be drastically more trim and in shape. Even in his  \nimmobile and strained state, he was able to make out the faint outlines  \nof a 6-pack. Despite the changes to his waist and legs, Mark's thick  \npelvis was still as it was. The bulk hadn't gone away between his waist  \nand legs in the slightest, making for an odd contrast in his  \n\"improvements.\"  \n  \nMark was left alone for some time later, but he had no way of knowing  \njust how long. All he knew was that it was quite a bit after the point  \nat which he got tired of looking at himself and tired of worrying about  \nwhat was going on. His mental track had just started leading him to the  \n\"fuck it\" point, when he heard a door open to his right. He perked up  \nand couldn't help but smile as a younger woman pushed the mirror away.  \nShe smiled back at him as she stood in place of the mirror.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It's time for lunch, sweetypie, aren't you happy to hear that?\"  \n  \nMark tried to nod, but his firmly secured head forced him to verbalize  \nhis assent.  \n  \n\"Yes, very happy,\" he managed to croak out, surprised that his voice  \nhad become so ragged and sore since the time he had \"spoken\" with the  \nspeakerbox.  \n  \nThe young lady giggled and smiled, reaching over Mark and pulling back  \na largish cylinder attached to some sort of hose or tubing. Still  \nsmiling brightly, she brought the cylinder to Mark's lips and slipped  \nit between them. In shock, Mark tried to resist by holding his mouth  \nclosed, but the device slipped right in, without any strain at all on  \nthe young lady's part. It was almost as if Mark's teeth gave way... or  \ndidn't exist.  \n  \nMark was only able to \"mmmph\" and whimper around the slick feeding tube  \nlodged in his mouth. As strange and unsettling as his position was,  \nMark couldn't help but enjoy the taste of the thick fluid being pumped  \ndown his throat. Before long, Mark's struggling \"Mmpphs!\" became  \n\"Mmmmms.\" Before even that, the pitch of the basic verbalizations  \nchanged drastically. By the time Mark had closed his eyes in pleasure  \nfrom the taste and the rightness of his feeding, the moans had become  \nthe high, throaty groans of a porn star. His eyes snapped open as the  \ntube was suddenly ripped free of his mouth. He whimpered urgently, his  \neyes pleading as the young lady looked at him bemusedly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well! That was certainly interesting, Dusty. Thirty minutes on your  \nfirst time? Either Dr. Clark picked the right candidate, or you really  \nwanted this all along.\"  \n  \nAt some point during the \"feeding,\" Mark's head restraint had been  \nremoved. He cocked his head to the side and attempted to speak. All  \nthat escaped his lips was a curious sounding, \"mmM?\"  \n  \n\"In addition to the essential proteins that your metabolism now needs  \nto survive, that particular batch was laced with an accelerator. I was  \nsupposed to stop you after 15 minutes, but I was having too much fun  \nwatching you suck on that.\" The young assistant paused, thinking for a  \nmoment, \"You know Dusty, hee hee, I love calling you that, I hope they  \nkeep that as your new name, ANYhoo, Dusty, my instructions were to  \nrelease you and leave you with the tube and the mirror, but I think you  \ndeserve to be told what's going on before your new personality fully  \ntakes over.\"  \n  \nMark once again repeated the head-cock and sound making, which made the  \nassistant giggle once again. Then, her eyes lit up as she seemed to be  \nstricken with a sudden idea. She wheeled the mirror over to Mark and  \ngiggled delightedly at the frightened whimpers and squeaks that came  \nfrom him, along with the look of horror in his eyes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His first glance forced him to lower his eyes, which did nothing other  \nthan give him a good look at his new feet. During the feeding, they had  \nbecome a living facsimile of a cartoon rabbit's feet. Wiggling his toes  \nin disbelief, he watched as his new bunnyfeet obeyed his mental  \ncommand. The tops of the feet were a bright shade of pink, while the  \nsides and presumably the bottoms were creamy white. As he raised his  \neyes, he saw that the pink and cream fur had enveloped his entire body,  \nhis tummy, chest and inner thighs the cream color, the rest of him  \npink.  \n  \nWhat was left of his maleness was an embarrassment. His cock resembled  \nan acorn, only the nub of it remaining in view and his testicles and  \nscrotum had already disappeared completely. Below his appalling  \nmircopenis was a smooth indentation of what was to come. The shape of  \nthe rest of his body provided plenty of clues as to just what that  \nwould be.  \n  \nThe hinting he had seen earlier was now greatly exaggerated. His waist  \nwas tiny, while his hips and tush curved generously, worse yet; he was  \nendowed with a nice, full set of B range breasts. Taking a deep breath,  \nMark raised his eyes to look at his face. What he saw in no way  \nresembled the way he had come in.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Perched atop his head were smallish, floppy ears that once again  \nreminded him of a cartoon bunny's. They were a bit out of proportion,  \nbut that undoubtedly would be taken care of as the process completed.  \nHis eyes were now huge, blue and slightly vacant looking, even the  \nshock of discovery seemed to be dulled. The bunny face look was  \ncompleted with a little pink nose and a short muzzle that was capped  \noff with cutely exaggerated buckteeth.  \n  \nAs soon as she noticed his gaze fall on his two front teeth, the young  \nassistant interjected,  \n  \n\"Hee! That's my favorite improvement, Dr. Clark is quite creative when  \nhe gets down to it.. .watch...\"  \n  \nUsing a single finger, she pushed forward on the teeth. They easily  \nparted and allowed the finger to slip between them, acting as if they  \nwere constructed of Jell-O rather than enamel.  \n  \n\"Hee hee hee...it gets better...\"  \n  \nShe lifted her finger back and pulled up, showing Mark the specific  \ndimensions of his muzzle. His lips were pursed in a permanent \"o\"  \nshape, Mark tried with all his might to move them, but all he could do  \nis close them or open them into a larger \"O.\" The assistant gingerly  \nreached into his muzzle with her free hand and grasped his tongue. As  \nshe pulled it out, Mark expected it to hurt greatly, but was awed as  \nshe showed him no less than 6 inches of flat, broad bunny-tongue before  \nshe was met with resistance. With another giggle, she released him and  \nscooted the mirror over a bit.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That should give you some idea as to what is happening to you, the  \nrest, well it's simple. Simple enough even for a silly piece of fluff  \nlike you, Dusty. What you've just been sucking down is a synthetic  \nversion of semen, your metabolism and physiology has been altered to  \ngain sustenance only from the proteins in your partner's cum. An oral  \nfeeding is one method in which you can obtain your essential nutrients  \nand I'll leave you to guess what the other two ways are. In essence,  \nsweetie, you're going to be a toy for your new owner. He's been a  \nlongtime friend of our primary sponsor and shares with him a  \nfascination with 'furries'. Even if you've never heard of the term, I'm  \nsure you've guessed what it means from your current condition. He's  \nvoluntarily been changed into a male bunny and will be responsible for  \nfeeding you for the rest of your life. In return, you'll be responsible  \nfor providing him with endless pleasure. Your sole purpose will be to  \nfuck him, suck him and service any others he may want to share you  \nwith. You won't do this because you want to, rather, you will need to.  \nYour body simply needs to fuck and your mind... hee hee, well, there  \nwon't be much of that left behind to care one way or the other. Even  \nnow you're still changing, look...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She grabbed Mark by the chin and forced him to look at his chest in the  \nmirror. As he panted in fright, the small breasts heaved and rocked. As  \nhe watched, they slowly began to get fuller, plumper and more round.  \nThe nipples widened to silver-dollar size as the quivering flesh filled  \nout to what had to be no less than a D cup. A small tear formed in  \nMark's eye, but as it trickled down his cheek, the feeling that  \nproduced it left him. Sure he still felt helpless, but somehow it  \nfelt... right. His wide, bright but vacant eyes lit up as he felt a  \nburning heat in his groin. The young assistant had been stroking and  \nprodding at what was left of his maleness and it was responding by  \nshrinking further. Within minutes, it was no bigger than the tip of the  \nassistant's pinky finger and he squealed in half pain, half pleasure as  \nthe indentation below it split into a pouty, dripping vagina.  \n  \nThe assistant purred to him as she teasingly fingered Dusty's new  \nsexual equipment, the bunny's thighs twitching and quivering  \ninvoluntarily as she mewled out her pleasure. Dusty's tongue lolled out  \nof her O shaped muzzle as she was quickly brought to orgasm, the fog  \nthe sheer pleasure had clouded her mind with never eased. Even as the  \npleasure ended, the bunny was still clearly dazed. She whimpered and  \nmewled, trying to beg for more attention, but the assistant cruelly  \npulled her hands away from her. The young lady spoke to Dusty, but she  \ncould no longer understand the words. She guessed that the words with  \nfriendly based on the tone of the sounds, but couldn't know for sure.  \nWith a few more words spoken to her, the young lady freed her of the  \nstraps holding her to the vertical table. The first thing Dusty noticed  \nwas the unattended feeding tube left next to her. Greedily, she stuffed  \nit into her muzzle and sucked furiously on it. The wonderful taste  \nexploded in her muzzle, as she squealed in pleasure.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As she suckled, she became aware of a dull tingling spreading through  \nher body. On all 4's, with the feeding tube still firmly between her  \nlips, she crawled over to the mirror. With each swallow, her already  \ngenerous curves became even more exaggerated. Her hanging, swaying  \nbreasts filled out more and more, as her upturned ass became plumper  \nand fuller. She watched herself like that for a few moments, until she  \nno longer had the mental capacity to recognize the image as herself.  \nShe closed her eyes and kept sucking until the tube was harshly removed  \nfrom her mouth.  \n  \nWith a mewl, she looked up and found herself face to cock with a very  \nattractive male bunny. Without a moment's hesitation she stuffed the  \nmale bunny's cock into her muzzle and squealed delightedly as the male  \nbunny rewarded her with soft, gentle strokes over her head and ears.  \nDusty had no idea just how long she sucked on the male bunny, but it  \nseemed to be too short as the member tensed and flexed in her muzzle.  \nHot, wonderful tasting seed rushed down her throat and she instantly  \nknew that nothing could replace the taste and feeling of this.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The male bunny panted and chirred to her and she was more than happy to  \nchirrr back up at him, nuzzling his thighs as he spoke in a kind tone,  \nbut his words were lost on her. After a few moments, the male bunny  \npushed Dusty back, bumping her down on her rear end rather roughly.  \nDusty squealed as she thumped to her bottom, looking up at her master  \nwith a puzzled expression. Her master simply grinned and flipper her  \nover to all fours. Getting the hint, Dusty \"murrred\" her approval and  \nraised her tail, wordlessly enticing her master to use her as she was  \nbuilt to be used. The male bunny grabbed her ass with both hands as he  \nbriskly hilted himself into her. How long they went at it there in the  \nclinic was of no concern of Mark, now Dusty. Her only care was how long  \nthe delightful feelings would last and how long it would be until she  \ncould be on the receiving end of them again.  \n  \nFrom another room, Dr. Clark watched with a wry smile. It seems that  \nthe promise of unconditional satisfaction had been accurate after all.  \n  \n  \n\n"}