A man is made into a submissive bitch after mistreating the wrong young woman.
A super duper duper short little thing about a man turning into a slutty submissive weredog. I’m posting three really short stories today, all around gender fluidity.
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“You’re fucking crazy,” I tell him over the phone, running my fingers through my short, curly hair.
“You know what the great thing is, Brad?” I hear him ask. He sounds pissed but also amused in a way. “I don’t care what you think. You can doubt me as much as you want but you’ll see.”
“You know what, fuck-” I say but he cuts me off.
“It’s my sister, you asshole!” he yells. “You think you can treat her like trash, dump her and then talk shit about her? You almost destroyed her.”
“That bitch-” I try again.
“Stop,” he says.
And I do. What the hell?
“Whether you believe me or not doesn’t matter,” he continues. “I’ve heard about you. It’s a small town. She’s not the first one. So you’ll learn. I’ll teach you.”
I try to talk but I can’t. I stare at my phone and then tuck a strand of hair over my ear. Why can’t I talk? My mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out other than a quiet whine.
“You’ll change,” he says. “And you know what the best thing is?”
My hair tickles the back of my neck as I put the phone back against my ear.
“You’ll come back to me,” he laughs. “You’ll beg me to come over. To fuck you.”
I can’t talk but I can still move so I hang up the phone and stare at it. And then I see it. I see my short nails beginning to grow. They curve and scratch against the glass of my phone until I have long, clear nails.
Like a fucking woman. I tuck more hair behind my ear and then freeze when I realize what I’m doing. I rush to the bathroom and stare at my reflection in a panic.
My hair reaches my shoulders now, thick and curly and cute.
No! Not cute! Shit! I-
Bones creak and crack in my face and I squeeze my eyes shut while pressing my palms to my cheeks. I can feel things moving beneath my skin. I’m panting as I force my eyes open to see my cheeks rising and my chin growing narrow. An alien face stares back. Feminine. Pretty. I blink and my lashes flutter back at me.
But it’s not done. My cheeks flame red as the bones continue to move.
To push forward. Dark streaks appear in my nose, flowing down to my lips as they push outward until they’re full and pouty. And dark. Further outward.
Into a short, hairless muzzle.
No.
Not hairless. I lean close to the mirror to watch brown hairs sprout from the extended bridge of my nose. Saliva fills my mouth and it feels cramped, despite being longer. I spit into the sink and my tongue escapes my lips. My long, wide pink tongue that dangles between my canines.
I touch my face, feeling how soft and sensitive it is.
Pain. Pinching, cramping pain makes me drop to my knees with a loud bark.
It feels like someone kicked me in the balls and I pull my pants away to see my dick shrinking. I feel hot. It’s coursing through my body in waves that make me break out in sweat, panting hard to try to dissipate the heat. Bones crack, pushing at the waist, creating a mound and curvy hips as my dick shrinks, the head pulling back into a small hood of flesh.
Hairs emerge around my belly button. They grow long and thick to march down, mixing into my pubes and around the empty place where my cock used to be.
Only, oh god, oh fuck, oh FUCK!
It’s not empty. More pain follows and the skin splits to show an opening. A wet opening that smells like-
Oh god. Like pussy.
The skin bulges into thick labia as the hairs along the bottom of my stomach begin to spread upward.
I can call him. I can beg him to stop this. He might listen. He might listen if I beg. If I-
If I-
If I beg him-
To-
To fuck me.
Oh god.
I whine as my trembling finger creeps down to the wet fold between my legs. I can’t. I shouldn’t. I feel so goddamn hot. My skin is on fire and just the brush of my arm against my side makes me shiver for a lover’s touch. For his touch.
My shirt moves against my body as my slender finger presses inside myself. As I look down, I see my nipples push out. I bite my lips and scratch the floor with the claws extending from my toes as I push a finger inside.
I’m so tight. I’m so fucking tight. It’s an alien feeling but it’s incredible. He’ll be so happy to see how tight and hot I am for him.
Hairs slide around my palm, growing down from my fur mound to coat my pussy. I moan and whine and feel my ears move through my thick hair.
Panting now. Tongue loose.
I have to lean back as my breasts continue to grow. Too big to see my pussy if I stand up straight. Heavy and full. They ache. I want- I want him to massage me. I want, oh god yes, I want his mouth on my nipples.
I bark as I hook my finger up and find this, this, this fucking spot.
No. No. I need to save myself.
I stand and feel skin brushing the bottom of my shirt as I walk. My hips rock and I can feel my pussy between my thighs as they grow plump and my stub of a tail wags back and forth under my shirt.
It’s hard to use my phone with my nails as they are but I need him so bad.
Something moves between my legs and I open them, spreading them like a whore while leaning back to watch as the lips fold and bulge and twist and extend from my body, drooling and dripping clear liquid.
The heat is burning me up and my finger trembles as I hit the button to redial.
He just laughs when I answer and words tumble from my muzzle as I beg him to fuck me. I can’t even remember what I’m saying. The heat is buzzing in my head and I drop the phone because I can’t take it anymore.
With a tug, I pull my shirt free to see a thick line of fur growing up between my breasts. They lay against my chest, full and heavy. I lift one up and lap at my nipple and fuck! An arc of electricity lances down my body to my pussy. My claws dig into my soft, delicate tits as I massage myself.
As I squeeze my own breasts, I feel the skin expanding on the bottom of my hands. Swelling, thick and leathery but supple as the skin darkens to black.
And all I can wonder is whether it’ll help when I’m sucking his cock. Whether the padding will make him feel better. I’m not even mad because the thought makes me so incredibly happy. And so fucking horny.
The doorbell rings and I fall over myself to answer it.
It’s him. God, yes.
I turn. And whine. And present myself to him with my thick, fluffy tail held high.
“Please, I ask,” looking behind my shoulders with my ears back.
He’s undressing and my tail just starts wagging. Pulling at my hips as I feel my excitement grow.
His cock. It’s. Oh shit. Drool fills my mouth as I stare at it. I almost turn to taste him but he lowers himself, digging his fingers into the fur at my hip and pressing his cock between my soft, fat ass while rubbing himself against me.
“Beg,” he tells me.
I lower my head.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg. “Please, make me your bitch, please. Oh fuck, please, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t think of anything but your cock filling me and-!”
He enters me and I press my forehead against the ground as he takes my virginity. Filling me until the head of his dick hits something deep inside. It’s painful and I yip but he pulls out.
And then slams back in. I’m so fucking wet for him. I hear it almost splashing against him when his crotch smacks my ass.
My body starts moving on its own. I think? I’m pushing back while rocking my hips and it takes a second to find the rhythm. Slamming back as he pushes forward. I’m such- such a slut. I want it. I want it all. I want it all the time. Nothing, nothing has ever been this good. My cock is a distant, laughable memory compared to being filled by Him. Being fucked by Him. Being taken by my Master. Being His slutty little bitch.
My orgasm destroys me. I can’t- can’t control my body as I cum. It’s too much. Far, far too much and I scratch and scrabble at the ground but He holds me tight.
He’s moving again! Oh shit! It’s too much, too- yes, oh fuck yes, more!
My eyes roll up and my tongue hangs loose as He mounts me and all I can think about is making Him happy. I want Him to cum.
I want Him to get off and be happy.
I want- I want Him to cum inside of me. Fill me.
“Please,” I pant with my ears back and my body afire. “Cum inside your bitch. Please.”
When He strokes my back, I shiver and cum and He holds me tight. Grunting as His cock swells. And I cum again, harder, falling to the ground. Falling against my huge tits. Tensing those alien muscles between my thighs as He cums hard inside of me.
“No,” I whine quietly when He pulls out. I’m still not finished. I’m not sure I ever will be.
But He comes around and His cock is before me and, despite my weak muscles, I sit up, gently grabbing the base of His cock and wrap my tongue around Him. The taste is… strange. But so fucking good. It lights me up inside and I eagerly get to work, cleaning Him with my wide, rough tongue. Kneeling before Him.
There’s a knock at the door and I twist, hiding behind Him.
He opens it and I don’t recognize the guy standing there so I press back into His legs while holding Him tight.
“Hey, John,” He says.
“Holy shit,” John whistles. “Is that him?”
“Yeah man,” He nods. My nipples brushes His leg and I move, rubbing against Him.
“Take your turn while I get hard again,” He says.
Wait. What?
I whimper, looking up at Master. He kneels beside me, stroking my long hair and scratching my ears.
“Two more are coming,” He says. “You’ll fuck all of them. That’s what you are now, bitch. Do you understand?”
No, I don’t.
“Yes,” I hear myself say. Worse, I mean it. Oh shit, I mean it.
And. And I want it.
John is unzipping himself and I try to look away from his cock but I can’t. I can’t. I crawl to him and he laughs as he pulls at his dick.
“Please,” I tell him, reaching for him.
I can smell another man coming and I want to be scared but all I can feel is the heat pulsing in my body and I know I’ll beg them for it, too.
I can’t fucking wait.