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A man pays for to be changed via foot worship by a dog woman.<\/p>

From my Patreon!<\/p>

You can find my page at: https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/markgraham<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The bedroom is dimly lit with recessed lights at the corners of the room.\u00a0 A single chair faces a luxurious four poster bed.\u00a0 Sheer fabric, with a faint floral pattern, hangs from each post.\u00a0 A dark walnut nightstand sits beside the bed.\u00a0 The bed itself has an array of pillows with a thick, dark mahogany comforter perfectly arranged over tightly fitted sheets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In stark contrast to the bed and the rest of\nthe room, the chair is simplistic.  It\nhas black padding and a metal frame.  A\nbare minimum of comfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man stands nervously behind the\nchair.  He places his hands on the back\nof it but then takes them away, rubbing them on his bare thighs.  Swallowing, he crosses his arms behind his\nback and then shakes his hand, finally deciding to just stand with his hands at\nhis sides.  He shifts his weight to his\nleft foot and the warm hardwood flooring creaks until he shifts back to his\nright foot.  Despite the situation and\nwhat’s coming, he’s soft and his flaccid penis lays against his testicles.  He somehow feels like an intruder in the\nroom, a low-life deviant breaking into a heiress’s apartments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A door opens at the side of the room and she\nenters with a smile.  She’s shorter than\nhis six foot frame even though she’s walking on the balls of her feet.  He can’t tell what sub-species she is and he\nfrankly doesn’t care.  Her brown fur is\nextraordinarily well-groomed, thicker along her side and back and short over\nher trim belly and chest.  An elongated\noval patch of gray fur runs from her mound to her breastbone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She comes to him slowly, placing each paw\ndirectly in front of the other.  Her\nthick tail shifts behind her generous hips. \nIt’s brown with scattered gray spots and the tip of her erect tail is\nbent ever so slightly.  As she draws\nclose, he can tell she keeps her muzzle’s fur well trimmed.  It takes a moment to realize why she looks\ndifferent from the others but, when he realizes what it is, he tries to pretend\nlike he hadn’t noticed: she’s shaved her human hair to leave only the dog’s fur\ncovering her scalp.  It makes her fluffy,\npointed ears that much more obvious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gray streaks the slick, brown fur covering her\nhands.  She gestures at the chair and he\nsits, pressing his thighs together with his hands folded in his lap.  She bends, brushing her lips against his and\npresses clawed fingers gently against his leg, just above his knees.  He spreads his leg at her touch and then she\nstraightens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He watches her walk to the nightstand.  As with her face, she’s kept her sex trimmed\nas well.  In some of the websites he’s\nseen, some girls prefer to go natural, leaving thick fur covering their newly\nchanged pussies but he can see her bulging labia clearly when she leans over\nthe nightstand with a sly backwards glance. \nShe opens the drawer and then closes it, turning to walk back to him\nwith bright red silk in her hands.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kneeling in front of him, she sniffs at his\nmanhood, giving into her bestial urges for a brief moment before tying his\nankles to the chair.  And then she\nstands, sliding a claw along his chest and shoulders and then down his arms\nwhen she pulls them back behind the chair. \nShe ties his wrists to the chair’s frame and he tests the knots before\nlying still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl steps around his back to sit on the\nbed directly in front of him.  She leans\nback with her knees spread but her feet together directly in front of her\nsex.  This close, he can see the nipples\nand teats hidden slightly behind her short belly fur.  He’s surprised she doesn’t trim to make them\nmore visible but it’s not his concern. \nHe follows the curves of her body down to the folded lips between her\nthighs and then her paws.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His cock stirs as she slowly rubs the padding\nof her paws together.  He feels his dick\ntwist and strain, throbbing in time to his heartbeat.  She smiles wider at him and her tail wags\nslightly behind her.  Her feet are\nobviously elongated but still human despite the curved claws atop each\ntoe.  The toes themselves are longer and\nwider and the padding at the bottom of each cause her toes to be splayed.  The bulging pads are a soft pink with patches\nof black.  They rasp as she rubs them\ntogether, back and forth, back and forth. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl’s hips rotate while she shifts her\nupper body, as if she were a belly dancer giving a personal performance.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly, carefully, she brings one paw down,\nflexing the toe to drag against the broad, swollen paw pads on the balls of her\nfeet.  The silky brown fur covering her\nbig toe shines in the light but his eyes are fixated on the black tip pressing\nagainst her freshly scrubbed foot.  The\ngirl exhales with a soft sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With her show complete, she leans forward with\nher hands between her thighs to let her feet dangle over the edge of the\nbed.  She pushes them forward, rubbing\nhis tied ankles with the soft fur on the side of her feet.  Her feet twists as she raises them and now\nher padding presses against his calves. \nWith her hands anchoring her body, she teases him with the soft,\nleathery skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man has seen changed girls in public\nbefore.  Clothed, always.  But he’s subscribed to cams where the girl’s\nhave private shows for their viewers. \nHe’s dreamed of this moment, saved for it and counted the days until his\nappointed time was available.  It’s more\nthan he can imagine.  He closes his eyes\nand strains against the silk holding his wrists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her feet reach his knees and she presses the\ntop of them together to push him further open. \nHe gasps as her ground and sanded claws dig into the inside of his\nthighs.  He bucks when she slides them\nback on his sensitive skin, feeling all eight of them torturing him in an\nexquisitely pleasurable way.  And then\nforward, her smooth padding soothing the faint lines she’s created on his legs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The man gasps, involuntarily when her toes\ntouch against the base of his cock.  She\nlays her shins against his thighs while playing with his balls.  He’s amazed at how light her touch is as she\nshifts her paws back and forth against the loose skin, mindful of his\ntesticles.  The fur against his legs is\nsofter than he’d imagined and he can feel her warm skin beneath it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Are you ready?” she coos.  Her voice is steady and clear but when he\nopens his eyes, he can see her excitement clearly; clear liquid glistens\nbetween her pussy lips.  As she waits for\nhis response, she taps her big toe lightly against his shaft, bouncing the claw\non his skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He nods and she smiles in the peculiar way\nthose people do.  Her ears flick back and\nthen forward, alert.  She leans forward\nagain, pushing her ass back.  She bites\nback a quiet moan as she rubs her distended pussy on the edge of the bed.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl’s wide feet surround his\nmanhood.  They slip against him until she\nturns her feet to hold his cock between the padding covering her soles.  She sighs and rubs him, raising and lowering\nher feet.  Strands of her fur tickle him\nwhile the warm, soft skin strokes his painfully erect cock.  She watches him while she works, alert for\nthe signs that tell her how he’s responding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He jumps when she drags her paw up to the head\nof his cock.  She slides her left foot up\nuntil his tip lays against the furred arch. \nHer right paw rocks back and forth against his sensitive head, trapped\nin place by her other foot.  He’s about\nto tell her he’s close but she backs off, pulling away to let him calm down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tiny holes open along his shaved manhood.  He feels the pricking and looks down to see\nscattered black hairs emerge from the gaps. \nShe places her paws against him again, massaging him while he watches\neverything happen.  When she pulls at his\ncock, the skin rises up to cover his head. \nHe missed where it became loose but she pulls and twists at the skin,\ndragging it over his tip and then down again, masturbating him with his forming\nsheath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Slowly, with each stroke of her foot dragging\nhis sheath over his length, the flared head of his cock pulls against his shaft\nuntil, with a downward motion, he sees the newly pointed head.  The girl moans and her feet tremble until she\nregains her composure.  She lays her left\nfoot against his right knee while pressing her right foot forward.  He pants and struggles against the rope as he\nfeels an aching pressure build within the base of his cock.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smooth skin from the the girl’s padding glides\nagainst the dense black fur now covering his sheath.  His cock lengthens with each stroke and the\ntip bounces higher and higher until it dips to touch just below his belly\nbutton.  She pulls back and a thick\nstrand of pre-cum connects from his belly to his cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He knew that these changes brought an\ninteresting set of side effects for both the men and the women.  Increased size, new urges, heightened\narousal, enhanced virility and a reoccuring, undeniable need to mate.  Or to masturbate if no lovers were available.  He was more than willing to pay the price,\ndespite having no partner.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He yanks at the restraints as chemicals flood\nhis body.  The urge to rut and fuck and\npound and mate leave him panting.  He\ngrunts, leaning forward to sniff at the girl in front of him with his teeth\nclenched.  Slowly, the red mist covering\nhis eyes fades and he relaxes.  Although\nhe was initially wary of being tied up, the service he could afford was very narrow\nand, more specifically, the initial changes were powerful enough to require\nimmobility until the initial wave passed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl pulls her feet back, tracing her\nclaws against his cock until her toes rest against his base, just above his\nsheath.   She works her toes in little\nswirling motions over a bump of red skin. \nThe ache is centered within the bump but her leathery pads massage his\ngrowing knot until she freezes with a loud gasp.  She smiles and her feet continue rubbing him\nbut he sees the dark spot on the blanket beneath her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His knot swells suddenly as blood diverts to\nnew paths and the ache slowly fades.  He\nadmires himself, eyeing the bulbous knot that holds his black-furred sheath\nbelow his dog’s cock.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She knows how close he is, how much he needs\nthe release now that he’s finished changing. \nOnce again, she presses her pads together with his cock nestled between\nthem.  Her breathing speeds up and she\nlays back, a hand going between her own legs. \nHer claw slips into her slick opening while she rubbed him.  He groans and trembles against his bonds as\nher pace quickened.  His eyes focus on\nher feet, seeing how the swollen pink and black padding caress his smooth\ncock.  Feeling her warmth pressing\nagainst him while her furred heel grinds almost painfully against his knot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Release surprises him and the silk bites into\nhis skin.  She presses his cock against\nhis belly and he orgasms, pulsing over and over until his own seed covers\nhim.  He hadn’t known exactly what to\nexpect but he almost feels sorry for the next mate- woman<\/em><\/strong> he finds.  There’s just a ridiculous amount of it and,\nnow when he cums, there always will be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl lifts her hips and jerks as her own\norgasm crashes through her.  She lays\nthere, panting and holding his cock in place with one foot until she can move\nagain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her languid movements betray her pleasured\nexhaustion but she stands and walks over to the nightstand again to retrieve a\ntowel.  The girl lays it on the man’s\nknees.  Bending, she groans, pressing her\ncheek against his cock.  Her mouth opens,\nan inch away from his belly but she kneels instead to untie his ankles.  Standing, she kisses him and her tongue\nbrushes his open mouth before she goes behind him to undo his wrists.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She leaves as she came, one foot precisely\nplaced in front of the other.  But, he\ncan see the wet fur of her thighs and she winks at him with a smile when she\nopens the door to the side room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Already, his cock is pulling back into his\nsheath.  He stands and stretches,\ncleaning himself and folding the towel before placing it on the seat of the\nchair.  He glances at the door the girl\nwent through and then exits the room, already dreaming of saving money for the\nrest of the changes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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