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The wait was unbearable for Dan Burrow. He wouldn't stop fidgeting as he sat in the clinic's waiting room, firmly holding the cardboard shoebox he was carrying very close to his chest.

The man's eyes darted from one patient to another, making sure no one got any closer than necessary to the precious box containing a treasure he would protect with his very own life.

“Burrow, Dan. Come in please." Called the doctor from his office.

Dan quickly stood up upright quickly and in a very robotic manner. He considered himself tall and athletic, but compared to the brute beasts that inhabited this town he was nothing but a flea in comparison. The buildings and the furniture themselves had been designed with with bigger and wilder inhabitants in mind which made Dan felt insignificant even when he was alone.

With slow, trembling steps, Dan walked into Dr. Diggings' office and promptly closed the door behind him.

“Oh, a human!" Said a surprised Basset Hound adjusting his glasses with his paw. It looked like this big anthropomorphic dog wasn't very accustomed to the sight of a human being entering his office, but that was to be expected here in Snoutville.

Snoutville was a small town historically inhabited only by anthropomorphic animals. Dan had moved in temporarily because of his job and didn't plan to spend much more time than necessary in such a place. But Dan hadn't expected having to go to a clinic during that time. He'd rather be attended by a doctor of his own species but this was truly an emergency.

“Please excuse myself, you humans are a rare sight around here and when my secretary mentioned your last name I expected you'd look more like a rabbit." Said the old doctor as he rummaged through a poorly organized folder filled with paper notes. Dan wondered if the dog had ever heard of what a computer is.

“Ah there it is." He gave a quick run over at Dan Burrow's medical history. “Ah, yes. Species, 'Human'. Sex, 'Male'... Oh, that's strange, your 'Breed' field is blank." He took out a fountain pen. “What's your breed, boy?"

It was the first time Dan had been asked that question in his life. “Err... I guess I'm white."

“Really? You don't look Caucasian. Are you sure you are not a Hispanic cross-breed?" The dog's panting tongue was salivating all over Dan's patient file rendering it an unintelligible mess.

“Yes, I'm sure of it." Dan replied. “Humm... Are you really qualified to treat humans?"

“Oh, there's no need to be worried. I studied at a mixed college so I know everything there is about human anatomy. From the top of their head to the bottom of their...uh...paws...?"

...Something about this doctor didn't inspire much confidence to Dan.

The old dog burst out laughing. “Hahaha. Just joking, I know they're actually called hind legs."

...No confidence at all.

The canine doctor rolled up the sleeves of his white coat. “So, what brings you here Mr. Burrow? You weren't scheduled for a checkup."

“Well... You see..." Dan wouldn't stop looking at the shoebox he was clutching at for his dear life.

“Oh! An early Christmas present?! For me?!" The doctor blushed red. “Oh, you didn't have to...! Isn't it too early, though?"

“Wha...?!" Yelled an ashamed Dan. “No, it's not for you!"

“Yipes! What a possessive fella! Didn't they tell you it's good to share?" The doctor seemed genuinely disappointed it wasn't a present for him.

Dan shook his head. “Let me start from the beginning..." He took a deep breath.

“A few days ago I got a rash on my skin... Nothing scary, just an uncomfortable itching sensation around my... Well, one particular area..."

“I'm afraid I don't hand out prescriptions for skin lotions." Interrupted the dog.

“Uh...Yeah, I figured. But that's not where the story ends." Dan continued. “That's why I went to buy one at a general purpose store. They had one for sale at a very good price over at 'Turk's Imported Derived Products'. I applied it and the itching feeling on my skin disappeared almost instantly..."

“Aw right! Good to see you in tip top shape again!" The dog interrupted again. “Another satisfied customer! My secretary will tell you about my fees..."

“Err...I'm afraid you don't understand. The real problem happened *after* that."

“Uh?" The doctor was perplexed. “Hmm, some secondary effect from the lotion, perhaps?"

“Maybe..." Replied Dan. “Or maybe not. It's... too weird to be caused by only some skin lotion from a cheap store..."

“Too weird? In what sense?"

“Err... I can't really explain it with words... But... It..."

“I'm going to have to examine the affected area." Announced the dog. “Or else we're just going to be shooting in the dark."

“Yeah, the 'affected area'... About that... Well... It's actually my crotch." Dan's face suddenly got deep red. This was it. The moment he was dreading. He felt very self-conscious.

The dog noticed Dan's shivering and assumed he was just too shy to disrobe in public.

“Trust me, boy. I'm a doctor. There's nothing I haven't seen before."

The old dog was a doctor. He must had seen all sorts of nasty things already. There was no reason to doubt his professionality during an examination. And yet... Dan hesitated.

“No need to be shy. You just need to get naked from the waist down." The doctor said.

“(As if that's easier than getting naked from the waist up!)" Dan thought.

Dan left the cardboard box on top of his seat and the doctor guided him towards the privacy screen. The old dog didn't stand too nearby, but his intense staring and all the drool coming out from his rapidly panting mouth wasn't helping Dan feel any better.

Dan removed his shoes and then his trousers. He was standing there with his blue shorts and white socks on display, his hands trembling. Dan Burrow felt very small and vulnerable in this uncharted territory full of big furry carnivores watching his every move.

The dog stared at him silent and emotionless as he awaited the exposure of the human male.

Finally Dan mustered the courage to lower his shorts and the old dog saw his pink ass.

“Oh, my! You are missing your tail!" Dan felt a furry paw inspect his tailbone with utmost curiosity and bewilderment.

“Yipes!" The touching startled Dan. “That's usually the case for humans!" And then he felt a wet snout sniff his buttocks. “Hey! Is that really necessary?!"

“Oh, excuse me. My dog instincts got the better of me..." Dr. Diggings laughed it off. But he had also done that in part because there was something off about Dan's smell. The old dog's sense of smell was as impeccable as ever and it was like something was missing from Dan's natural scent.

He didn't have to wonder for much longer though. Dan turned around and revealed his crotch. The old dog could see Dan's pelvic area perfectly because there were no genitals on the way.

Oh.

...Oh!

Dan's genitals were missing. His crotch was smooth like a doll. Not even any mark signaling something had ever been there.

“A fascinating case, indeed."

“A fascinating case? That's all?!" Dan Burrow felt like a small guinea pig being inspected for mere curiosity. That better not be the only commentary the doctor had to say to make up for his humiliation. “I mean... Do you have any idea what the hell is this? Why did my penis and testicles fall off?!"

“I have an hypothesis..." The dog's paw caressed and teased the null human's crotch. Dan shivered. To the exposed human it felt like the canine was touching an erogenous private area, but the patch of naked skin wasn't nearly as sensitive as his cock.

“...But before that, what are the current whereabouts of those genitals?"

“They're on the cardboard box I brought along." Dan revealed.

“Ah, yes, that box you wrapped up so nicely that wasn't for me." The doctor said with a tiny hint of scorn in his voice. Was he still angry that it wasn't a present for him?

“Yes. Weirdly enough, there were no holes, cuts, blood or anything on them." Dan closed his eyes, pensive. “At first I thought about putting my cock on ice, but for some reason it stays warm and fine just as it is. In fact, I think I can sorta still feel everyth-"

*RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE!*

Dan felt a few painful hits on his cock and balls. He crouched and brought his hands to his crotch in pain as a nervous reflex. Of course, he didn't have anything hanging on there. He looked up and saw that the doctor had picked up the box and was shaking it violently just to verify its contents.

“Mmm... Sounds a bit hollow. I'm sure you could've used a smaller box."

“Stop! Don't do that!" Dan protested.

“Hmm? Do what?" Dr. Diggins turned to Dan, holding the box without care as it were his lunchbox.

“It's very fragile! Not to mention personal! You can't just manhandle my genitals out without permission!"

“But I'm a doctor and you already gave me permission to examine you." Dr. Diggins pointed out. Dan was going to reply back, but he realized the old dog kinda had a point there. “Let's proceed with the unboxing of your... uh... package." The dog chuckled at his own little joke.

“Humm ~~~Humm~~!" The dog hummed as he took out a pair of quirurgical scissors from his drawer and ripped open Dan's package with an experienced cut. The dog's mouth hung open in awe as he saw a prime example of a human male penis inside.

“Ooohhh!" Dr. Diggins exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. His paw reached out to Dan's dick and took it out from the open package, his eyes sparkling. “This is the weirdest sheath I've ever seen! It's such a cute, pink and rubbery-looking thingy!" The dog squeezed Dan's flaccid shaft with delight as if it were a tiny pet. He looked at it from all angles, turned it upside down and put his snout on Dan's balls.

Dan yelped. He could feel every single squeeze even with his cock separated from his body. He didn't know if that fact was a blessing or a curse just yet.

The doctor coughed and his voice suddenly returned to normal. “...Ehem... Of course, I've seen a dozen or even a baker's dozen worth of human penises during my career." He placed Dan's cock and balls on his desk. You can be reassured that this little dude will be treated with the best expertise and ultmost care. Dan Burrow, you made the right choice by-"

The canine doctor's wrist watch beeped. “Oh, 12PM. Time for my third coffee break!" Dr. Diggins took off his coat on the hanger and left the room leaving the consultation unattended and the door wide open.

“...Uh?" It had been so sudden Dan was still processing the situation. “(Is he even coming back? Damned medical system...)" He thought.

He heard Dr. Diggins bumping into someone else on the way out. “Oh, Hank. How's it hanging?"

“Way lower than yours." A gruff, manly voice replied.

Dr. Diggins didn't get it. “The what now?"

“Sigh... Forget it."

“You know you can't smoke here, right?"

“Yes, I know."

“..." The doctor was at a loss for words. “Well, my coffee isn't gonna make itself! You can go clean or whatever janitors do."

“Oh-hum."

Dan should've taken his cock and balls somewhere else. Hell, he was sure he could be treated more seriously anywhere else.

He was about to take what was his when a gargantuan figure made his appearance and the room was filled with the smell of smoke.

The toxic smell came from the cigar a huge donkey man was smoking. The first word that came to Dan's mind when he saw the humongous equine was... 'big'. There was a very imposing air around his heavy presence that really filled the room. The tall and bulky man had a huge gut and saggy male tits. His arms and legs in contrast were thick and you could tell they were more muscle than fat. All over his grey fur you could find black messy hairs that resembled a hairy human male's, like on the exposed overhang of his belly. His tight undersized clothing was covered with a raggy brown coat loosely hanging over the shoulders of the intimidating donkey.

His physical appearance had such an authoritarian look that if he were to tell Dan that he was a detective or some sort of hard-boiled vigilante the puny human would've believed him and be none the wiser. But as Dan had just heard this huge donkey must be in fact Hank, the janitor.

“What the hell are you?" Hank inquired, his cigar grinding against his teeth as he spoke.

“I-I'm Dan Burrow, sir! A human man!" The small human stood with his hands to his sides like a loyal young cadet. It was impossible for Dan to act any other way around such an imposing male.

Hank's pierceful eyes glanced over at Dan and snorted as if he had been just told a big joke. “Sure thing, cunt. What I wanna know is why you're standing there with your pants down. You a perv?"

Dan quickly remembered his current situation. Here he was, standing at attention with his hands to his sides while his crotch was on display. He blushed and tried to explain as he fumbled nervously for his pants. “No, of course not, sir! The doctor was performing me a check up when he suddenly left!"

“Riiiight." Hank replied sarcastically. “And that's why there's a dripping wet dildo on the desk."

“Huh?" Dan didn't understand it at first, until he looked at the desk and saw something very familiar that he had completely forgotten about.

The so-called 'cute, pink and rubbery-looking thingy' as the doctor himself had described was no longer a tiny pet... It was now a huge cum-leaking monster standing proud on top of the desk!

Hank grabbed the disembodied cock with a strong grip. “I swear they make them smaller these days." He commented, not impressed at what he saw.

“N-no!" Dan cried out, just for his face to turn into a very lewd expression. “Ahhh!"

Still smoking his cigar, Hank darted his eyes at Dan, then at the supposed dildo. He squeezed it much harder this time and Dan instantly responded with a pitiful cry.

“That explains your blank groin." Hank nonchalantly declared.

Dan's mouth hung open in shock. How had he reached that conclusion so fucking fast?! This donkey man was something else! It was a night and day difference compared to the clumsy doctor from before.

“What a curious little thing." The big man lifted the prized possession he now had in his power, taking a closer look at it.

“Yeah, good thing you realized it." Dan sighed with relief. He had feared the donkey wouldn't understand how important it was to him. “So now you can give it back."

Hank arched an eyebrow at the pitiful human 'male'.

“Hum? Why should I?"

Now, that was a funny one. The donkey knew very well how important such a personal body part was. The idea that he was uninterested in giving it back first thing he knew was utterly ridiculous. It was so comically obvious he was joking that his question didn't need any answer. None at all!

“Figures." Hank seemed bored at the lack of any answer from the small human. He shuffled Dan's dick into his left hand momentarily as he took out his cigar from his mouth, exhaled a big puff of smoke into Dan's face, then put the cigar back between his teeth and held Dan's dick into his right hand once again.

...Was it Dan's imagination or Hank didn't seem that enthusiastic of letting go such a valuable treasure?

“I'm keeping your little friend with me, then." Hank stated matter-of-factly and turned around to leave.

Obviously, Dan didn't agree with that plan. “What?! Hey, you can't just do that!"

“I can." Hank said. “As your silence proved, you have absolutely no reason for me to give it back to ya."

Really?! There were tons of reasons Dan needed his cock! For example...

“I need it to fuck." Was Dan's first reason.

“Oh, really."

“I need it because my dignity as a man demands one." Was Dan's second reason.

“That's cute."

“And... well... Peeing, I guess?" Was Dan's third and final reason.

“Your passion brought a tear to my eye." Hank said in a monotone tone while taking a big puff from his cigar.

“You're not even listening!"

“Follow me." Hank ordered. He left the doctor's office without saying anything else. He had a strong grip on Dan's cock so the little human had no option but to follow the donkey man.

“Through this door." The huge man said as he entered a different room. Dan followed suit and he found himself in a small tiled room with a single toilet at the back.

...If the donkey needed to pee he could've just said it straight.

Hank went to the toilet. He took out his cigar and held it firmly. His other hand was still holding Dan's cock. So...

“Unbutton my pants." Hank ordered coldly.

Dan was about to refuse. But he realized that this was most probably Hank's little game. 'Obey my orders if you want this back'. That kinda stuff. So Dan crouched down and unbuttoned the equine's pants and pulled down the zipper. He had to push the donkey's massive belly out of the way in order to accomplish this, his tiny pink fingers really digging into the gargantuan donkey man's flabby flesh.

“Take out my cock. Make sure to aim well."

...Wait, he even had to do *that*?!

Oh, what the hell. He did get this far. “Yes, sir." The obedient Dan complied. He fished through the donkey's underpants and he didn't even need to pull it out, a thick and long equine cock practically sprouted out from the zipper. It was so big it could barely stay inside its underwear.

Dan was amazed by the donkey's giant appendage. He was a bit reluctant to touch it at first but he mustered up his courage and pointed it at the bowl.

Hank exhaled a big puff of smoke, his stare not even wincing at having his donkey meat handled.

A stream of donkey urine came out from the hose-like appendage. It lasted for a long time. Dang, Hank really peed like a racehorse... Just watching it had made Dan feel like going to pee, as well.

“Don't be shy." Hank dangled Dan's cock over the bowl. “Let it go, I'll aim for ya."

Dan relaxed and just... peed like he always did. The pee was coming out from the 'dildo' Hank was holding on his hand but apart from that the small human was peeing like every other day.

Finally, Dan's stream came to an end. Hank shook it for a bit so the last drops would come out.

“Feeling better?" Hank asked.

Dan realized he was still crouching near Hank's huge donkey dick. He could smell the scent of maleness and hot urine emanating from it.

“You can stay down there if you want, boy." Hank put on his cigar again.

“Y...Yes, sir..." Dan complied like a good slave.

Dan was feeling really weird inside. He had never felt so humiliated in his life yet he felt really turned on by all of this. Hank didn't need to even stare down at Dan to confirm it, because the disembodied cock on his hand was pulsating rock-hard.

“Worship it, boy."

Dan knew exactly what Hank was referring to.

The puny human took hold of the huge donkey dick and massaged it slowly. Fuck, the thing was so long it felt like caressing a large snake. Dan let himself bathe in the scent of it and kissed it all over.

“You're such a whore. Are all humans as slutty as you?"

Hank's already-large python was now even bigger. Dan licked the tip of its shaft.

“Suck it, you cock-less bitch." Hank said taking a big puff from his cigar.

The donkey's slave tried to envelop as much as he could with his mouth. He could barely fit not much more than half of the thing inside him.

Hank squeezed his little human bitch's balls. “You're so pathetic. I can tell you are about to cum already." He thrusted his hips.

“Mmmmpphh!"

Hank rubbed Dan's shaft on his hand. The thing jerked back. It was super sensitive.

“MMMMMPPHHH!"

“Really, so soon little cunt...?"

The donkey hunk could tell the cock and balls on his coiled fist were about to explode with cum. Just for fun, Hank pointed the detached cock and balls at Dan's face.

“MMPPH?!!!"

A slimy torrent of cum from his own modular balls exploded right on Dan's face. The cum drenched his face and stained his shirt.

“Hahaha! Now *that's* hilarious!" The donkey kept fucking Dan's mouth non-stop for a good while until he reached his own orgasm. Dan gulped down as much as he could but he still coughed up a little at the end.

The little human ended up exhausted. He plopped down to the floor. “Dang, I'm a mess..." Dan complained after he recovered his breath. Was he supposed to drive all the way home with a cum-soaked shirt?

“That wasn't that bad for a human." Hank said as he took a big puff from his cigar. “Maybe I'll even consider a round two."

“Yeah... It has been the best sex I've had in my life if I'm being honest... But in the meanwhile, you can give me my cock back now."

“Hum? Why should I?"

Hank tried to inhale more toxic fumes but he realized his cigar had been reduced to a tiny useless stub. He took it out and looked at it with frustration.

“I already gave you three very good reasons!" Dan protested.

“Actually, you've just proved how untrue those reasons were." Hank grinned.

“We went into the bathroom and you peed perfectly fine, thus proving you don't need your cock for peening.

Moreover, you decided by yourself to stay down by my cock and obey every single of my orders like an obedient bitch, thus proving you don't have dignity as a man.

And lastly you just had the best sex in your life without even having access to your cock, thus proving you don't need your cock for fucking.

You failed to provide a single reason you deserve a cock. Therefore your little friend comes with me."

Dan was left stupefied. “What?! But... Then... Wait, don't tell me all of this was a test to figure whether I deserved that cock or not...! That's just perverse! Please tell me you're joking!"

“Dan Burrow. You met me less than an hour ago. What reasons do you have to believe I'm not perverse?" And after leaving that ominous question in the air, Hank left the small restroom.

“W-wait!" Dan stormed out after him but right when he opened the door...

“Oh! The human with the peculiar genitalia!" Dr. Diggins said happily. “Sorry for leaving you hanging like that before! It's just that if I don't take coffee breaks I'm just not myself and... Why is your shirt soaked?"

“Outta my way! I've got to find Hank, the janitor!"

“Oh? Well, I've just seen him go that way but-"

“Got it!" Dan ran off into the hallway the canine doctor had to pointed to and there, he found...!

“Hi, my friend! I'm Hank the janitor!" Said a very short squirrel with a high-pitched voice.

“What...?" Dan was flabbergasted. “No! I'm looking for the other Hank, the donkey that works here!"

Dr. Diggins came running with jaded breath. “What is wrong? What has happened?"

“I'm searching for Hank the donkey!"

“Uh?" Dr. Diggins tilted his head. “I know everybody who works here and I can assure you no donkeys work on this clinic."

“Don't come at me with that bullshit!" Dan was pissed off. “I could tell he was a janitor and that he worked here!"

“Oh? Was he carrying a broom?"

“No, but... Well... I heard you talking a gruff-sounding male!"

“No idea who that could be." A gruff-sounding male voice said.

“Hank, how many times do I have to tell you not to smoke here!"

The squirrel, who had just lit up a cigarette, coughed. “I know, I know. I can stop smoking whenever I want!"

“But... But..." Dan stammered. “I'm sure his name was Hank... or... not..."

“I'm sure... that donkey... must be... somewhere... I'll recognize his handsome face somewhere... Because... He took something very important away from me..."

*****

At home, The Smoker was looking at the objects he had on each hand. A useless wasted cigar in one hand and an even more useless dry shrimp of a cock. He threw one of these useless items into the toilet and flushed it away to never see it again.

He headed into the living room and took away a big picture frames that hung on the wall. Behind it, there was a safe locked with a password to open. He entered the password:

PLEASURE ISLAND

...And the safe opened, revealing lots of fancily-decorated boxes inside. All of them were filled to the brim with cigars of all kinds. They were very expensive and hard to find but they were worth the price.

Each of them had a small drawing of the form they'd transform you into.

Having an entire arsenal of bodies you could transform into sounded like a dream come true to him at first. But... it was also extremely addictive. If he didn't take at least one a day, he'd begin to feel the withdrawal symptoms. And believe me, magic items are extremely taxing when it comes to those. By the third day without smoking them your body will begin to randomly transform itself every six hours. Then every hour. Then every 10 minutes. A week and a half would be enough to reduce you into an amorphous mess.

But it was all good by him. The Smoker loved transforming. It was his ultimate wish, but having a new form each day had its side effects though. Every single day you're a completely new individual. It didn't matter if you acted naughty or nice. Every new day was a blank slate. After enough 'restarts' your personality starts to change, and more and more signs of antisocial behavior may appear...

The Smoker grabbed a cigar at random, not even bothering to look at what form was drawn on its envelope.

“(I wonder if I really am 'perverse'...)" He thought, reflecting back at what he had told the little human at the clinic himself.

It wouldn't matter. Not from the moment he'd lit up that next cigar.

The Smoker lit it up with his trusty lighter and inhaled deeply. The familiar rush didn't take long to hit his body.

A new day awaited him...