“Ahhh, nice lazy to day to kick back and relax,” said my roommate Paul, leaning back in the window seat. His hoodie was unzipped all the way down his furry beefy chest, and he was wearing the sweatpants he always wore to the gym and seldom washed.

I tried to not to stare. His body was so hot, his beard thick and manly. Even his big fucking feet in his tube socks turned me on.

“You gonna chill with me?” he asked.

“I, uh, no,” I said. “Gotta get some work done.”

“No man,” he smiled. “You wanna relax.”

“I do,” I said, “but I really need to…” I stopped. Why couldn’t I remember? I knew I had work I was supposed to do today.

“Just chill out,” he said. “Just drift.”

“Seriously, Paul,” I said, “I can’t just, um. I, uh.” I scratched my head, trying to remember, and then giggled. This was so dumb. I couldn’t remember anything!

“That’s right dude,” he said. “No cares.”

“No cares,” I shrugged.

“No worries,” he said.

“No worries,” I laughed. What were we even talking about? I forgot.

“No clothes,” he said.

“What are clothes?” I said, pulling off my shirt and yanking off my pants. It felt so good to be naked and free.

“Today we’re just a man and his dog,” Paul said. That sounded so great. I was about to ask where the dog was but then I remembered. It was me! Of course. I’m his dog. Obviously. That’s why I’m down on all fours, and barking, and wagging my tail.

Paul smiled. “Let’s go for a walk, boy,” he said.

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Love your stories and especially ones about becoming a jock. Biggest turn on would be to become a porn jock, dumb and under anothers complete physical and mental control😍

Ooh yeah that would be super hot, wouldn’t it? That’s how a lot of guys get into porn – they’re watching their favorite model, jerking off alone at home, and then they don’t even notice that their body is starting to transform, becoming more and more like the guy on the screen. Hair sprouting across the chest, muscles swelling, bits getting shaggy and sweaty. The best part is when the mind starts to drift, getting dumb, numb, too stupid to remember anything but sex.

“Is that my bathing suit?” I demanded. My roommate was always stealing my stuff, but he’d never been so brazen as to wear my clothes in front of me.

He shrugged. “Yeah dude,” he said. “Looks better on me.”

“Take it off,” I ordered. This had gone too far.

But he looked pissed.

“No, man,” he said. “You take it off.”

I felt a dizzy wave wash over me and suddenly I was yanking off my shirt. “What the – what are you doing to me?” I gasped.

“Take it all off,” he said, and I started unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down to kneel naked in front of him.

“What’s going on?” I said, terrified.

He laughed. “Don’t worry, dude,” he said. “I’m not gonna hurt you. But from now on I’m gonna decide who wears what around here. I’ll get your clean clothes, and you – he tossed his sweaty used gym shorts at me – you can wear my stink.”

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Toby and I had both been learning hypnosis, and using each other as test subjects. Eventually we got good enough at it that we wondered – what would happen if we both tried to hypnotize each other at the same time? Which one of us would be better at it?

Turns, out, we should have agreed ahead of time what we were going to hypnotize each other to do.

It started with us sitting across from each other, both fully clothed and grinning. “I’m gonna make you so relaxed,” he said.

“No, you’re going to get relaxed,” I told him.

“So calm, so placid,” he said.

“Drifting away,” I replied. I felt myself starting to sink down into a trance, but I could see his eyes drooping, and I thought maybe I could still get him under first.

“So … sleepy,” I slurred.

“Sleepy,” he agreed.

“I’m gonna … gonna turn you into a pup,” I told him, feeling tired.

“Oh no,” he said, with a woozy drunk smile. “You’re gonna be a muscle daddy.”

“Ahhh,” I sighed, “down on all fours, barking, so obedient.” I felt my limbs grow heavy.

He started to undress, slow and clumsy. “Big and tall and strong, a real master,” he said. Was he saying it to me or to himself? I couldn’t keep track.

“Just a little pet … just a little pet,” I repeated.

I faded to a trance just as I heard him murmur, “big and strong.”

When I awoke, he was standing over me, flexing his muscles and wearing just a jockstrap.

“Good, you’re up,” he said.

“Woof!” I barked. I hadn’t meant to. Where was my voice? I couldn’t remember how to form words.

“Looks like we’re both stuck,” he said. “I turned myself into a muscle daddy, you turned yourself into a pup.”

I glanced back at myself – I was naked, and somehow I had a pup tail butt plug stuck in my ass. “Aroof!” I barked. “Woof!”

“Quiet, boy,” he commanded, and I obeyed.

“Do you remember any hypno training?” he asked. “I lost it all.”

I realized in a panic that I couldn’t remember anything. None of the inductions, none of the commands, none of the words. I howled plaintively.

“Thought not,” he said. “I can’t remember much. But I can remember how to lift. I gotta go to the gym, pup. But first you need to go for a walk.”

“Woof!” I barked. That sounded good to me. I couldn’t remember much about being human, but I knew I liked running through the neighborhood, marking trees with my scent.

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There must have been a leak in my gas mask. That’s how the TF gas got me.

Mark and I were raiding one of the abandoned bank vaults, grabbing whatever loot we could. The gas immediately shredded our clothes, pulling it from our bodies and transforming our pants and shirts and shoes into a pile of threads.

That was to be expected. But then I felt the tickle of the transformation in my nose and I knew my mask had sprung a leak. I waved frantically at Mark – we had to get out, now.

He turned to look at me. “What’s the matter, bro?” he said into the mouthpiece behind his mask. My mind swam as I gazed over his tall muscular body, his dark tattoos scrawled against his flesh. The gas had stripped away most of his body hair, leaving him smooth all over, and his cock and balls swayed hypnotically as he sauntered over to me.

I tried to respond but the gas was taking over and I fell backwards onto my naked ass. Fur was sprouting along my arms and legs – “what am I becoming?” I wondered in a daze. My body grew shaggy and compact, my limbs shrinking until I could only stand up on all fours and stare at Mark above me.

He reached down to pull off my mask, and the gas now took full effect. I felt my ears stretch out into points, my spine pull from my ass into a hairy tail. I tried to protest but barks were all that would come out of my mouth.

Mark pulled his own mask off. “Sorry boy,” he said. “The gas can only hit one victim per day, and I figured it was better to change you than take a chance.” He fingered the slit he’d cut in the side of my mask. “Anyway you make a cute pup.”

I barked again and he laughed. “Yeah, and this means we won’t be sharing the loot. But what do dogs need with money?”

I started to growl and he looked annoyed. “Heel,” he said, and suddenly my mind blanked. Heel, that’s a command I knew – I trotted over and stood by his leg as he petted my head. “Good boy,” he said, and I panted. Yeah, good boy, that’s me.

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“Quit fooling around with hypno,” I told my friend Adam nervously. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I do!” he said. “Watch, I can totally make Mitch a dog.” Our other friend Mitch was sitting across from us on the couch, his eyes slack and his muscles limp. Adam had just put him under and I was worried he wouldn’t be able to bring him back.

“You don’t have to prove –” I started.

“Dude, you’re a dog,” Adam said, waving his hand over Mitch’s face.

“Yeah,” Mitch slurred. “I’m a … I’m a dog. Ruff.”

He slid off the couch onto the floor in a lazy heap, then pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and looked up at us, confused.

“Enough, Adam,” I said. “Bring him back.”

“Fine, whatever,” said Adam. “Wake up, Mitch.”

“Huh?” said Mitch, looking quizzically around. “Wake what up?”

“Wake yourself up,” said Adam. “You’re back. You’re up. Not under. Wake up!”

Mitch shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Oh! Shit!” he said, blinking. “How did I get down on the…” his voice trailed off as he looked down at himself. “Fuck, dude! You turned me into a dog!”

Adam laughed. “No I didn’t,” he said. “I just made you think you’re a dog.”

“Can you not fucking see?” Mitch exclaimed. “I’m a fucking dog, dude! I have the body of a dog!”

Adam and I looked at each other, worried. “You don’t, Mitch,” I said. “I promise you don’t.”

But Mitch was crawling on all fours around the apartment in a panic. “Shit! I have a tail!” he said, wagging his ass.

“Calm down, man,” said Adam. “Look, I’ll just hypno you again. And make you a person. Just calm down.”

“Woof!” Mitch barked, then looked horrified. “I just barked!” he shrieked. “Turn me back!”

“Drift,” said Adam, holding out his hand. Mitch instantly stared at it, his eyes growing dim. “Drift away. Sleep, and go under.”

I hadn’t watched Adam the first time he hypnotized Mitch. It was fascinating. I couldn’t take my eyes off his hand.

“Drift?” Mitch slurred.

“You’re so sleepy. So relaxed. So obedient and loyal,” said Adam.

“Yeah,” Mitch said, swaying.

“So loyal,” I sighed, my mind going woozy.

“Wait, not you,” was the last thing I heard Adam say as I blacked out.

When I came to, it took me a minute to adjust to my surroundings. Mitch and I were both naked on all fours, with Adam between us. He was nude, and Mitch was sucking his dick.

“Whaaaaat?” I said, baffled. I couldn’t remember anything.

“Oh hey man,” Adam said. “I got a little better with the hypno while you were under. Turns out I can make you believe all kinds of shit.”

“What’s hypno?” I said. What was going on? I was so confused.

Adam laughed. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “You remember who you are?”

“Uhhh, I think so,” I said. “I’m your slutty pup, right?”

“Good boy,” said Adam. “And who’s that?” he pointed at Mitch, slobbering on his cock.

“Mitch?” I guessed. Mitch looked over at me, grinning.

“Ruff!” he barked. “You want in on this bone?”

“Yeah man,” I said, leaning in and opening my mouth wide.

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“Well hey little guy,” the huge hairy man said when we encountered each other on the path. He was carrying a log, and wearing just thermal leggings and some untied boots. A large placid dog followed him.

“Hey,” I blushed, trying to hide my instant erection behind the hiking pack I carried. “Is that your cabin back there?”

“It is,” he said, walking closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his muscular body. He smelled of sweat and forest. “You need a place to stay the night?”

“I was planning to camp,” I said, “but if you have a place…”

“We like having company,” he said, gripping me by the arm with his free hand and guiding me down the path with him. “We just have a few rules. Like, no shoes in the house.”

“Oh, sure,” I said as the cabin came into view.

“And no clothes,” he said.

“Oh! Uh,” I said, startled by that. We neared the porch, and he threw the log to the side, then stripped off his leggings to show a giant meaty cock.

“You won’t need any clothes in there,” he said. “It’s nice and warm.”

“I don’t know …” I said.

“No clothes,” he said, holding his hand out toward me. I felt a wave of dizziness.

“Why… why not?” I said.

“Drift,” he said, and I felt my mind swim. Why was I just standing there, I wondered? He asked me to strip, so I probably should. I began to undo my laces.

“Pups don’t wear clothes,” he said. Pups? What does that mean? I pulled off my shirt, and remembered: oh, right, pups. Pups like me. Good boys.

I looked up to him, my shirt off, and smiled. “Ruff!” I barked, falling back on my butt to remove my pants.

“Who’s a good boy?” he said, standing over me. I stared up, panting happily, and barked.

“Oh, I should have asked you your name first,” he said, bending down to put a collar around my neck. “Oh well. How’s ‘Ben’ work for you?”

I barked again and licked his face. His beard was rough and salty and hot. He smelled so good. I was so lucky to have wandered onto his property, a lost pup who found a new home.

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I was about to walk into the conference room to defend my thesis when the stripper curse struck. One minute I was dressed in a suit and tie with a briefcase under my arm, and then there was flash of light and my clothes began to disintegrate, my body heaving as muscle grew. The professional outfit I’d picked out shrunk around my hairless body until I was wearing nothing more than a thong, and a cap and sunglasses appeared on my head. I looked down to the papers in my hand to see that they’d turned into a toy basketball, and suddenly all of my research and knowledge was gone. In its place was my job as a sporty jock stripper, obsessed with putting my tongue on balls.

“We’re ready for you,” called a voice from inside the conference room, and I confidently strode in to begin my act.

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“You don’t remember anything about the hypnotist?” I said, incredulous.

“No, nothing,” said Aaron. “Are you sure we even went?”

“He gave you a trigger word,” I said. “You don’t remember that?”

“What was it?” he said, scratching his head.

“Pup time,” I told him, and immediately I saw his eyes flutter. He smiled, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and fell to all fours.

“Woof!” he barked up at me.

“Good boy,” I said, petting his head. “Back to human.”

He fluttered his eyes again and stared up at me. “Holy fuck,” he said. “Did I just …?”

“You remember that?” I said.

“I do,” he said, slowly getting to his feet. “So weird. Can I use the trigger on myself?”

“Give it a shot,” I shrugged.

“Pup time,” he said, looking down at himself. Nothing seemed to happen, though the lights in the room kind of flickered. “Pup time,” he said again, rubbing his body. “Pup time?”

“Woof,” I barked, startling us both. I tried to speak again. “Arf!”

He laughed. “Dude! The trigger works on you! Pup time!”

I fell backwards on my ass, staring up at him, and whimpered. How could he be doing this to me?

“I wonder what other commands I can use on you. Who’s a hungry cocksucker?”

“Woof!” I barked indignantly, then realized just how hungry I was. My eyes drifted down to see his dick straining at his jeans, and I started to pant.

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Paul and I were exploring an abandoned zoo when we found a room marked “ape conversion lab.” It was dark inside, with a musky animal smell.

Paul reach up to touch a bar on the ceiling, and there was a subtle zap of static on his finger. “Ow,” he said. “Weird.” He reached up to touch it again and got another zap of static.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I dunno,” he said, reaching up with both hands. “It’s like a…”

As soon as both hands connected, there was a loud crackle of electricity, and Paul’s clothing vaporized, leaving him standing there naked as he dangled from the bar. He legs were bent weirdly, and to my shock I realized that they were shorter than they’d been, stumpier, and his feet had become flexible like hands. Like an ape.

Paul dropped to the ground, landing on all fours and looking around in confusion. “Ook,” he grunted. His dick dangled between his legs, bigger and thicker than it should have been.

“Paul! What the fuck!” I shouted, and he looked at me.

“Huh? What happened?” he said, scratching his head. His ears, I saw, had become larger and rounder.

“You’re a … you got turned into …” I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m naked,” he said dully, looking down at himself. “You wanna get naked?”

“No, man,” I said. “We have to find a way to change you back.”

“Whatever,” he said, loping around on all fours. He looked up at the bar again, and leapt up to it, grabbing in both hands again. There was another crackle of electricity, and his body was suddenly covered in soft brown fur. A ropey tail swung from above his ass.

“No dude!” I exclaimed. “You’re changing more!”

He looked at me in confusion, dropping to the ground and knuckle-walking in my direction. I backed up out of the room, crashing through another door into a room that smelled even worse.

There was a crackling sound and I looked up to see Paul advancing on me with an amused look on his hairy, devolving face. The last thing I registered was the sign on the door I’d fallen through – “Donkey Conversion Lab” – before I forgot how to read, forgot my name, forgot how to speak beyond just a few words. It’s easier to bray, anyway.

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