""power Of Persuasion"" written by K.Rooste
"Come! Come here, big boy!" urged Cody, seeing Miss Agnes Smith's giant Airedale dog frolicking about her lawn. Cody always tried to be very friendly to other people's pets, but with Miss Smith's dog, Bunsen, things got strange right off. The pervert minded woman of thirty stood on her front porch ordering him back to the house.
"Cody Jarret, you stay away from my pet!" yelled Miss Smith in her alluring and sexy sounding voice.
Cody just gave a friendly wave of his hand and the two of us continued our walk home from the bus stop, both having had a tough first day at college. With a cautious look over our shoulders to see if the ole bitchy woman might be coming after us, we caught sight of that ruddy evil stare she used so often.
We also saw another, less common, sight. Turning around, we stopped to gawk at the giant Airedale standing upright on its hind legs and fawning Miss Smith. The large dog stood almost nose-to-nose with the woman, his forepaws hanging over her shoulders. I think what drew our attention most was the appearance of the dog's red-pointed cock flaring out in full erect state; we well able to see his knot showing even from our great distance.
I knew that horses and dogs often show their desires for food or other pleasures with a rather erect request, but this was beyond a spur-of-the-moment erection. It would make anybody even slightly squeamish look away.
Bunsen was just doing what most dogs might. It was Miss Smith that made us uneasy. She had gripped the dog's hard dick and was making it bounce from one hind leg to the other.
"Weird." I said to Cody.
"You sexy slut," Cody shouted as we both turned and walked away.
I went on home, but Cody had his evening paper route and was soon putting through the neighborhood seated on his Cushman scooter, tossing the daily news on front porches. As he rounded the corner towards home, he readied his last paper but then remembered that the subscriber preferred that he place it on the front porch instead.
Leaving his scooter running at the sidewalk, Cody walked up the long brick walkway to the steps of Miss Smith's large Victorian house.
"Paper," Cody called like clockwork and turned to exit her property in haste.
He was nearly to the front gate when the woman emerged and stood in the doorway. This time a broad smile clung to her face like patience on a monument.
"Cody, come here." she called out in her most seductive sound, requesting and as much a demand at the same time.
Cody, always of good manners, turned around and looked up the ten steps to Miss Smith's large front porch.
"Yes ma'am,” Cody I am sure did reply in his usual respectful way. I suspect that took the sex slut by surprise, as she would have expected worse from anyone she had so recently scolded.
"I see you like Bunsen." she half-asked.
"He's a fine big doggy, and very friendly too."
"Yes he's very special, being he's a virile stud male Airedale with a loving attitude. Yet he is still mine and I deem whom he gets to be around. You understand me, boy?"
"Yes ma'am!"
The woman stood in her doorway for a moment looking at Cody, then without a change of expression, she requested he step up onto her porch, closer to her.
Obediently, Cody approached and instantly felt a light electric shock on his feet. The feeling danced up and down his legs, making them tingle as he climbed the steps.
He stood there at the top ready to run as Miss Smith was renown to the neighborhood as some bitch of a witch. He remembered well of when Jay Winslow vanished a couple years ago, the police were seen at her house questioning Miss Smith at length. Poor Jay mowed her lawn faithfully every Friday afternoon and failed to return home one night. We were all convinced she had eaten him alive. The entire neighborhood turned out to help in the search, but days passed without a trace of him, and we eventually gave up hope.
As Cody cautiously stood before Miss Smith, ready to run, the Airedale pranced eagerly out of the house, passing by Miss Smith, and walking out onto the porch.
Bunsen looked excited around Cody, seemingly happy to see him, and then jumped up to stand on his two hind legs, fawning on Cody. Bunsen hugged him with doggy embraces, licking his face, and, like before, he became quite erect.
At this point Miss Smith ordered the dog to "speak." Instead of a common bark, as one might expect, out came pure English.
"Hey Cody, it's me Jay, Jay Winslow! Oh buddy we were all so right about her, she is really a witch. See here, she changed me, she did, to her personal and very private pet, but she is such a nice person. I get to play, and we make love! It's a lot of fun. I like it here being this doggy for these past few days. Come on now, you want to play with me!" said Bunsen, actually Jay, with an excited tone.
"Jay, you're a dog! She made you her perverted big f…ing stud Airedale dog!? 'Hey' nothing! You talk like you changed just recently. How long do you think it's been since she changed you, Jay? Days, Weeks, It's been years, Jay! We all considered you another missing person two years ago! Your mother went plum nuts and divorced your father, he since moved away and lives in Arizona"
"Damn kid, too blasted truthful." grumbled Miss Smith.
As if suddenly snapping back to reality, the huge Airedale blinked and whipped his head around to growl at Miss Smith.
"Two years, you said it was just for a few days! And look at me. Take a look at me! I am a full-grown dog! You fooled me, made me lose track of time, and kept me as this sex dog - your private playtime stud!!" screamed Jay.
"Enough, already," ordered Miss Smith, "return to all fours, become again your obedient self!"
Like an obedient dog, Jay returned to being as Bunsen, falling forward, and became again her pet and pleasure toy. Standing on all fours, his ability to talk diminished, and he returned to the demeanor of an overly friendly pet.
"You couldn't have just greeted your friend. No, you had to tell everything about the police, his parents… everything! You tried to ruin our relationship. This can't go unpunished, Cody boy." She walked right up to a very scared Cody holding a black and red beaded necklace. Cody's eyes went crossed. He stood there, held in a trance, and watched a hand coming closer to his face. Miss Smith pressed the ancient amulet to his forehead.
Cody says he remembers little of what happened next. He has dreamy recollections of watching his arms twist, muscles cramping and contorting, as they became the thick forelegs of an Airedale. He tells of the electric sensation he felt as hairs sprouted through his skin, and the terrible pain that woke him from his trance: the announcement of his shaggy tail. However, all of his descriptions suggest the transformation from human to animal was, for the most part, enjoyable! His teeth falling out and being replaced by canine ones had some pain, but his maleness changing at the same time gave him such thrills that he completely forgot about it.
He says he does remember being inside a chain-link enclosure. Nervously he had taken a pee, lifting his leg and then licking off the drips from his hairy sheath and red pointed pecker. He also remembers her coming out and fetching him and Bunsen into the house. She coaxed them upstairs into her bedroom where Bunsen stood happily willing to obey his master. His tongue lolled out a wide mouth and he licked his jowls with wonder and anticipation.
Miss Smith as we all knew of her; looked the part of a mature and well endowed woman. Yet from what Cody remembered, she was more a voluptuous female, seemingly much younger, more slender, with long legs, big boobs, and at his level she was adorned with a crotch that captivated his small brain.
"Come to me my pets. Enjoy, and find why I changed your puny peckers to something hotter, and more willing!" she beckoned.
Bunsen was the first to jump up, standing upright. His red cock jutted out straight and hard as a rock. She guided his shaft into her body with her hands, and, jumping about, Bunsen strained to thrust as the two slowly fell over onto her big bed.
Cody remembers sitting like an obedient big dog, watching his master lay on the bed, apparently being raped by her giant Airedale. Both lay stretched out in the missionary position, Jay's rump lifting and dropping as he made each thrust. Cody sat and listened with an increased sense of hearing as the two panted and moaned. A rigid dog cock made its thrust, and the sound of something sloppy turned an ear. Watching Bunsen pump back and forth, Cody was suddenly reminded as of something becoming uncorked.
Once she was thrilled enough from Bunsen, it was Cody's turn. Bunsen flopped to the floor, exhausted from his hour-long romp, his cock still stiff. He finished by dripping some juices on the rug.
Cody, a fine and righteous fellow, felt embarrassed. He wasn't sure what she expected. His close watch of the orgy suggested the woman deemed the actions proper, but he still had morality remaining, reminding him of things taught as he had to sit there looking at her. She climbed off the bed, her naked body looking near a decade younger than he could remember. Beckoning Cody to come close, she was urgently in need of more pleasuring and tried to position his nose into her dripping wet female sex.
Startled, Cody let loose a bark and turned and ran out the bedroom, down the grand stairway, and out the back door to his doghouse. His instincts told him this place that he had marked with urine was home, but with the pen door standing wide open, the time was perfect for an escape, but where could he go?
Miss Smith came storming out of her house, her tone indicating to even a dog that he was in for some trouble. She handled him roughly and cursed him for being a coward. Soon locked into a small crate inside the big house (which Miss Smith kept for visiting victims), Cody stood looking at his new body. Even in his reduced mental state, he knew the breed he saw. He was identical to Bunsen from ears to tail, covered from top to bottom with kinky, curly locks of reddish-brown fur. He sat and eyed his groin, the only part of him with almost bare skin. His big doggy sheath and balls kept his mind busy – the sheath looked as long as the penis he had when he was human. The thought of Miss Smith's naked body began to bring on an erection marbled with veins and arteries. The scent made him sniff it and swoon.
Day after day, Cody came to live in the crate. Miss Smith would regularly come to feed him and fill his water bowl. One day, the police came about looking for yet another missing person, along with Cody's worried parents, and me too. We were all out scavenging the neighborhood when those doggy ears of his heard my voice. He barked and barked and whined and cried until Bunsen came to his rescue.
Bunsen knew the other Airedale to be Cody from the scent, and his strong jaws and sharp teeth had the latch opened in short order allowing Cody to run free of the crate. Cody saw me walking outside and, with a mighty lunge, crashed through the window. Barking and jumping about, Cody the Big Airedale went about greeting his fine friend. I know he knew me. He was as thrilled as Bunsen has been some days before, cock out erect and his knot looking like a rock choking the shaft. With a wiggling tail docked short, he drooled all over me licking my face. Then the dumb dog began to soak my legs with a bright yellow stream, marking me as if part in part to his territory.
"I guess… you belong to him now! So he must belong to you." Dad said walking up after hearing the excitement. I just stood there appalled at my wet pants.
Miss Smith heard the barking excitement too and came running out her front door looking for the cause. Finding Bunsen loose, she argued with my Dad over ownership, but he held his ground. After all, the dog obviously didn't want to be in Miss Smith's house. Watching me with Cody (ironically named after my lost friend – he answered to it right off), she seemed to have a change of heart and let me keep him. In the end, she looked as if she had something more to say, but she just stood on her front porch looking stark as I walked on with my new dog and pal.
A couple of weeks later, Cody came to me with his leash in his mouth and panting heavily. Taking this as a sign to walk him, I linked him up and off we went hastily, as if Cody had some direction already in mind. We ended up at Miss Smith's house, his former "home," and Cody pulled me up onto her porch, where my feet felt a constant static shock. Cody began barking frantically.
Hearing him, Miss Smith poked her head out her front door.
"Speak, Cody!" said Miss Smith.
"Oh buddy, it me, Cody! Careful, she's a witch and changed me into this big doggy with a magic necklace or something. Slapped it onto my head and next thing I know, here I was..." said my Airedale in clear King's English.
"He wouldn't pleasure me, and then Bunsen here let him run loose," she explained.
"Cody, you may come here as often as you feel the urge to talk. This porch is the only place where you can."
My understanding of Cody being my dog was a bit unsettling. He would often come and sit, watching me dress or get ready for bed. He would then get sensually excited, stepping up and giving my maleness a good licking. Over the next few years, we ventured often to Miss Smith's front porch to talk. I gained a lot of knowledge as from a dog's point of view. When I did at long last graduate from college, Miss Smith made me an offer. She had purchased a computer, finding the sensual writings and pictures on the Internet to increase her lusts, while enjoying the bestial delights online.
One early fall evening, as I walked by tossing papers, she beckoned me to come and talk. On her front porch, she described to me of a story about a Mexican girl giving herself to a male donkey. She wished to try it, but was worried about doing it with some crude animal, as it might in its brutal lust violate her with a harsh bestiality. I sat there stunned when she made me an offer I would have been nuts to refuse, and crazier yet to accept. Drooling like a puppy thinking of his food, she asked me to accept her, making love after she changed me into a donkey. In return, she would sponsor me in any business of my choice. Seemingly, she tried to bolster her honesty with her devout promise to keep me a male donkey for just one week. She said that would be long enough for any real pervert, to know if it was really the best of the beasts she liked to taunt!
I was to change more slowly, retaining near all of my human memory, reasoning power, and moreover, my kindly manners. My alibi was a fantasy senior trip, and my parents were delighted to let me go. My plan seemed simple: two weeks away from home (one for the changes to take effect and the other to pleasure the witch). All my dreams all met, I agreed.
And sure enough, with some magic words, I slowly began to change into a donkey. During the first night at Miss Smith's, my penis grew to an enormous size, with giant balls to match it. The second night I grew fur and a mane and began to feel a little uncomfortable standing upright. By the fourth morning my hands and feet looked okay but were harder to move, and by the next day I was a human with a giant dick, a mane, and four full-fledged hooves. It became harder to do simple tasks, since my hands were gone, replaced by black hooves at the ends of my arms. Luckily by the sixth day, my arms had grown, and my spine had changed enough to allow me to walk on all fours. My neck had also changed and my fur came in thicker. My favorite part, however, was the tail. Feeling a tufted tail growing at the end of my spine is a sensual feeling I'll never forget. On the seventh day, my muzzle grew out, my ears lengthened, and my eyesight changed. Within one week, I was a very lusty and willing male stud donkey.
Miss Smith and I had been having our fun since the first day, and we surely had plenty of romps within the following week. If I did her rightly, mating with her as a donkey for a week, she would return me to my original self and my life would return to something better than just normal.
That would have been the case, except once locked in her backyard corral as a well-endowed brown donkey, she felt an attachment to me. Like Jay Winslow, her witchery glamour made me lose track of time as the days and nights of wild humping sex filled my every waking thought. One afternoon, Cody came wandering about looking for his friend. I brayed him greetings and he came over to my corral. He looked very old. The gray hairs around his muzzle told he was aging very fast.
"Come back did you there, Cody?" came the voice of Miss Smith, as she walked out the house with Bunsen trailing along behind and still wanting to sniff at her cute butt.
She took my reins and led me up onto the long porch with Cody and Bunsen, the three of us friends gathered to talk.
Cody told me that he had looked for me a long time. My parents had long since given up hope. I was just another on a growing list of people that up and vanished from the neighborhood. He told me of how my dad and mom were planning to move away, disgruntled over my disappearance. He made it sound as if I had been missing for more than just a week or even maybe a month. He looked at Miss Smith, then to a happy Bunsen, and then back to me and announced that I had been missing for the past seven long years!
"You said one week, not seven years!" I screamed at Miss Smith. Cody turned quickly and, with one large jump, hit Miss Smith in the chest, knocking her flat. It looked like he was going to rip out her throat.
"Return us or die, witch!" growled Cody.
Eyes wide as she was powerless to stop the big dog from killing her, she agreed reluctantly and instantly things began to change. It was like a wondrous reunion. Jay Winslow was again that handsome young man of twenty. I was also returned to normal, and so was Cody, save for an odd bulge in his pants. Pulling them down, we revealed and still sported the sheath, balls, and groin of an Airedale and a donkey. I stood there thrilled at the return of my friends, if not perfectly normal, the majority of them was certainly so. I also felt a bit uneasy as Miss Smith smiled at me.
"What?" I asked.
"You are welcome to come to me whenever the spirit moves you." she said evilly.
"You are still endowed with the maleness of your donkey self and your deep inner lusts will always be equine first, me second! Each of you retains his own animal lusts and, with them, their animal parts. Please come back when you feel the urge. Any or all of you can become my pleasure friends again."
Therefore, we returned to our families. Weeks turned to months. Each day I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, reminded of my experience as a virile stud donkey. Even as my business bloomed with success, I felt the lust. As with every day I was nagged with the memory of those well-learned beastly habits, those known only to donkeys who are lucky enough to make love to certain wild women.
Cody could not handle human life. The morals of society were too much for him. He returned to Miss Smith, asking for her a way to cope. She helped him in ways she knew all too well. She found mercy by changing him into a fine form of a black Angus bull, as she stood mocking him all through the transformation. She tried to play with him but his change went a little too far toward the bovine desires. Her other victims that she changed and tried but failed to meet her expectations found themselves soon placed on a farm just outside to town.
Jay could not stand to be human either. He returned to Miss Smith, asking to be her giant Airedale dog and lover again. Now they both stand totally perverted. Her persuasion was too great for his young mind to handle, as he ultimately regressed into a very loving but quite dull minded male dog.
I wonder if I can hold out and live a human life. I cannot marry; my cock is too long, far bigger than any female human could have or hold. It is as black as pitch, the thing looks exactly like a common donkey's. My lusts build and with the scents of spring, I spend much time peering over fences.
Consider this story as your own warning. With fantasy comes the power of persuasion which tends to bring on perversion. And if you stray upon that woman's porch, expect to have some life-long issues.
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