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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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dougtfs:

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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dougtfs:

“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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“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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“I’m gonna pup out,” Toby said. “You wanna see?”

I had to admit, I was desperately curious. I knew my roommate had been doing pup-trances for the last few months, but he always waited until I wasn’t home. Now he was finally going to do it while I was here. I couldn’t miss it.

“You don’t mind me … uh, watching?” I said.

He laughed. “Do other dogs mind when you look at them?” he said, pulling off his shirt. He had sexy smooth skin, a lean and strong. He absent-mindedly flicked at his nipple. “Come on, I know you’re curious.”

I was. I didn’t want to say it, but I was. “Well … okay,” I said, following him into his bedroom. He pulled off his pants an underwear, standing before me naked. I’d never seen him nude before. Why would I? We were just friends. But his body was so gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he climbed on the bed.

“Here I go,” he grinned over his shoulder at me. Kneeling on the mattress on all fours, he jutted his round ass out and closed his eyes.

There was a quiet pause, and then I could see the change begin. Soft brown fur surged down his back, from his head to his butt. A little nub of a tail sprouted, and his ears stretched long and floppy. Furry swirls raced down his arms and legs, and his chest darkened with fur.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. Toby opened his eyes and looked up at me.

“Ruff!” he barked.

“Good … boy?” I said, reaching out a hand to pet his sexy hair. Toby smiled and pressed his head into my palm, sticking his tongue out to pant happily.

“I can’t believe it,” I said, gazing over his transformed body. I ran my hand down his back, scratching just above his butt, and his new tail wagged.

“Woof!” he barked, then tilted his head to the side, and pointed at me. “Arooo?”

“Me? What about me?” I said, confused.

Tody craned his neck to my waist and bit the hem of my shirt, pulling at it. 

“Oh, naughty boy!” I said. “You want me to strip too?”

He yipped happily and nodded his head.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said. “We can’t both be pups.”

Toby’s tail started wagging faster. He smiled his troublemaker smile.

“No, seriously, dude, we can’t both be pups. I can’t be a pup. I’m not a pup,” I stammered. Toby wiggled his butt and jumped and before I realized what had happened he’d pounced on me with his naked body, knocking me to the floor of his bedroom. He wriggled all over me, holding me down as he licked my face.

“Get off, Toby!” I yelled, pushing his face away. “Get off! Off! Woof!” Oh no. Did I just bark?

“Woof!” I barked again. “Woof woof arf!”

Toby back up off of me, grinning and wagging his tail. I tried to rise to my feet but something was wrong – it felt wrong – and I fell forward on all fours. Oh, shit, I thought – I’m pupping out. I licked my nose nervously with my longer, flatter tongue.

Toby just howled in delight and rolled over onto his back, showing off his big hard erect dick. I could suddenly smell it, smell his arousal, smell his dominance. So many smells! And he smelled so good. Why had I resisted so long? I barked happily and pounced on him, rolling around and playing and letting him pull my stupid human clothes off of me with his mouth.

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“Whoa, hey, you’re naked,” I blurted at my roommate when I walked in the door. The smell of pot hung in the air. I knew he liked to get comfortable when he smoked but he’d never gotten naked before.

He just smirked at me. “Yeah, I’m naked,” he said, then giggled. “Man, you gotta try this new stuff. I never been so relaxed.” I glanced down at the pipe of the coffee table. I didn’t usually smoke and was about to say no, but there was something sweet and pungent about the scent hanging in the air that called to me.

“What the fuck,” I thought, “it’s been a long day at work. Why not.” I picked up the pipe, lit it, and took a breath.

“Yeah dude,” he smiled, leaning back and opening his legs to show off his sexy soft dick and dad bod. The weed smelled sweet, and the pungent salty smell, I realized, was actually from him: his sweaty musky body odor. I slowly exhaled, feeling the burn of the smoke in my throat and the woozy high that immediately hit me. It tingled, a prickle that warmed my blushing face and crept down my neck, my chest, my belly, my hips and ass and cock, then flushed my legs with heat.

Suddenly my clothes felt so heavy and tight and wrong and I had to get them off, pushing down my pants and underwear and tearing off my shirt. I yanked off my shoes and stepped back, staring down naked at the pile of clothes with one sock in my hand.

My roommate laughed. “You look good, man,” he said. “We oughta get naked all the time.”

I looked up at him, and started giggling, even though I had no idea why. This weed was making me so stupid, I thought, then forgot about it immediately and looked down at the sock in my hand. I couldn’t even remember what it was for. Was this clothes? How do people wear clothes? I picked up another item from the pile, a shirt I think. I stared at it, baffled. I knew I’d been wearing it just a moment ago but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how. It was like all knowledge of wearing clothing was just … gone.

I dropped whatever it was, and looked back up at him. He was so hot, I thought. So fucking sexy. That hairy body, the untrimmed bush, the metal in his nipples and his thick strong chest. I felt woozy again, my dick getting hard. He saw that and got another fit of giggles, wiggling back and forth in the chair. “Wanna fool around?” he said.

Absently, I picked up the pipe and lighter again, lit the last bit of green weed, and took another breath. “Whoa, man, careful, that might be too much,” he laughed. I set the pipe back down as another warm tingle swept over me.

If the first dose made me dizzy and dumb, the second completely emptied my mind. For a moment I couldn’t remember who I was, where I was, what was going on. But I knew that my arms were heavy, my legs sore, my balance off. 

What was I doing up on two legs? I was confused. My heavy arms sunk to the floor, my legs bending to go down on all fours, like I belonged. Two legs are for humans. I wasn’t a human. I was a pup. Right? That’s who I was. I was pretty sure.

My master said something, and laughed, but he said it with human words so I didn’t know what he meant. I just barked, and sniffed the pile of clothes on the floor. Why did they smell like me?

Then he said something I understood – “come” – and patted his bare lap. Panting, I trotted over on all fours, and sat obediently at his feet. “Good boy,” he said, and rubbed my head. I whined and pressed my head into his hand, then barked and licked his finger. He laughed and said some more human words, then pointed to his dick. I understood what that meant, and put my paws up on his lap to take his soft cock in my mouth.

“Ahhh,” he sighed, leaning back. He smelled so good, sweaty and strong, my alpha. I felt his dick hardening between my lips, and I swirled my tongue around it. It tasted salty, manly, a single droplet of pre-come smearing on my tongue. I loved it. I wanted more. I wanted his come.

“Good boy,” he grunted, rubbing behind my ears as I sucked. Yeah. I am a good boy. His good boy.

dougtfs:

Mark and I were the only two to escape from the laboratory. We ran all night across the island, though it was slow going since we were both naked and exhausted.

When the sun came up, we both paused on a wet rocky outcropping to see if we could see the boat that brought us here with our friends. 

“How are you holding up?” I asked.

“I’ll live,” he panted. “Did you see what happened to the other guys?”

I bowed my head. “Pups,” I said. “All pups. I was kept in a cage with Peter and he was the first to change. Went down on all fours after just a few hours, voice turned into growls. When they took him out, I could see all the other guys were starting to change too.”

“Why didn’t we?” Mark asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “For some reason your changes seem to have stopped at your ears.” I gestured towards his furry, pointed ears.

“What do you mean?” he said, raising a hand to touch them. “Oh, shit. They were normal last night when we escaped. We must still be – woof! We must still – aroooo!” his voice gave way to the same sounds I’d heard coming from Peter, as I backed away from him.

“Please help,” Mark said. “Please, man, please don’t – arf!” He crawled toward me on all fours, then sat up in a begging pose, his hands curled like paws and his tongue hanging out, panting.

I turned to run, but across the field in front of us, I spotted some movement. They had found us – a team of scientists, led by all of our friends, naked on all fours, sniffing after the familiar scent of their frat brothers.

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I met the naked man on my first day on the farm when I went on a walk down to the stream. He was sitting on a rock, lazily splashing around.

“Oh!” I said, startled. I thought I was the only one around for miles, so I was surprised to see another person – particularly a sexy naked person.

“Oh hey,” he said shyly, not standing up. He was about ten feet away and I could see he was mostly hairless, in his early twenties, and tan. “Are you then new guy? The writer?”

“I guess so,” I said, confused. “I’m renting the farmhouse for a month to work on a novel. Who are you?”

“I’m Kip,” he said. “I’m a pup.”

“You’re a … what does that mean?” I said.

“Can you help me off this rock?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches. I got a good look at his hairless cock and balls, clearly shorn. His dick was uncut and semi-hard.

“What do you need help with?” I said.

“Just come here,” he said, blushing a bit, smiling, and looking away. He was so shy.

I was never one to refuse when a naked guy asked me over, so I took a wary step into the water. I had flip-flops on, so I didn’t mind getting my feet wet. The water was warm, and the current felt soothing against my hairy feet.

“But you’ll get your shoes wet,” the guy said. “You should take them off.”

I was about to tell him that was fine, they were just flip-flops, but I changed my mind. I reached down and pulled them off, tossing them up onto the bank. I could feel the pebbles of the stream under my feet now. They were warm too, and I flexed my toes in the water, taking a step toward him.

“Watch out for the slippery part!” he said, but it was too late. I lost my footing for a moment and fell forward, catching myself on all fours but splashing chest-first into the water.

“Are you okay, boy?” asked the man. It was weird that he called me boy, wasn’t it? Nobody ever did that. Maybe it was okay if that’s what he wanted to call me, though. I looked up at him. I wasn’t hurt, and grinned.

“I’ll be okay,” I said, still crouching on all fours in the water. My clothes were drenched and clung to my body, gently cool in the summer sun. “The water’s so warm,” I said. “Do you live close? Come down to swim here a lot?”

“I have a kennel up the hill,” he said. From off in the distance I could hear dogs barking. Hadn’t noticed it before. “You’re all wet, though,” he said. “You should get out of your wet clothes!”

“I didn’t exactly bring a change,” I told him.

He grinned again. “Me neither,” he said. “You don’t need ‘em. There’s no people around.”

That was tempting. I sat back in the stream, letting the warm water wash around the shorts I was wearing. They felt heavy and gross to wear while drenched.

“Well, there’s at least two people around,” I said. “Me and you.”

He laughed. “I don’t count,” he said. “You won’t either.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, pulling my wet t-shirt up over my head before I realized what I was doing. I didn’t even mean to take it off. It just felt natural.

“I mean I’m a pup,” he said, smiling and splashing a little water at my bare chest. “I like your fur.”

I glanced down at my hairy torso. I was usually a little self-conscious about my body. But not now. Not here. Why was I always so nervous about undressing? It felt so good to be wet and warm in the stream. So relaxing and nice. “Thanks,” I said.

“Are you furry all over?” he asked, pointing to his dick.

Before I could stop, I was unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to show him my crotch. This was crazy – I didn’t even know this guy – but I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want to wear wet clothes, I didn’t want to be uptight.

I pushed my shorts and underwear down, throwing them up on the bank with a splat along with my other clothes. Both me and Kip were naked now, sitting there in the stream gazing at each other.

“I guess I’m pretty hairy,” I said.

“Furry,” he said. “You’re pretty furry.”

I smiled, and crawled toward him on all fours. “What’s the difference?” I said.

“Men are hairy,” he told me, leaning forward meet me as I approached. “Pups are furry.” I was at him now, and leaning in I nuzzled his face with mine. I was never this forward with men. What was happening? He nuzzled back, and licked my nose and giggled. “You wanna be a pup?” he asked.

“Does that mean I get to splash around naked with you in the stream?” I asked.

He smiled and blushed again. “If you wanna. We can play all day. You and me and the others.”

“The others?” I asked.

“The other pups,” he said, and looked over his shoulder. At the top of the hill, I saw about a dozen naked men on all fours watching us, their butts wriggling like wagging tails, and before I could say anything else they started to bound down the hillside toward us.

I didn’t get any writing done that month, but it was the best writing retreat I ever had.

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