(Man to Beaver)

Travis didn’t know when he’d put on the collar, or when he’d started to play the video. All he knew was the hypnotic spiral slowly moving before his eyes, ensnaring his vision and dominating his attention.

You are not a person.

The words seemed to flow from the video directly into his head, and the collar felt odd against his neck. “How did… What?” He muttered, brow furrowing. The man tried to turn to get a look at his surroundings, but he couldn’t tear his attention from the screen.

You are not a person.

“I’m… Not a person?” He asked. It sounded odd to say, but it felt natural to his mind. It was right, wasn’t it? Or was it? He blinked, his gaze settling back onto the hypnotic spiral as his vision refocused. He was a person, why did he just say

You are not a person.

“I am not a person.” The words came out stilted and robotically, and Travis began to realize something was very, very wrong. His neck tingled under the collar, and his clothes felt… Wrong. It was like he was wearing them inside-out, that subtle sense of inaccuracy nagging at his mind.

You

“I am not a person.” He said it before the video could finish, a rush of pleasure coursing through his body. He groaned, shifting in place, feeling his cock stiffen. Travis had no idea how he’d become aroused by this, but he knew it felt good to watch.

Good boy. Good pet.

He whimpered slightly at that, teeth chattering and his head leaning forwards slightly. He could feel his heart race in his chest, feel his skin tingle with a warm itch. It was pleasurable, and he stroked at his erection through his tented pants.

You are a pet.

“I am a pet.” He said, though his mind denied it. Again, a feeling of dread coursed through him only to be replaced by arousal. His balls ached as his scrotum darkened, growing a thick coat of fur. All across his body, hair started to poke out from his pores.

You are an animal.

“I am an animal.” He said, a dopey smile settling across his face, one that he shook off. “Wait, what? No, I’m a human… Even if I am a pet.” The latter admission still felt wrong to him, but he knew it to be true. After all, he had a collar, didn’t he?

Good boy.

His ears tingled as though someone was petting them, and Travis nuzzled at the invisible hand. A churr of content rumbled in his throat, and he wiggled his backside. Slowly, his tailbone began to extend, flattening out into a large spadelike shape.

Were he able to look back, he’d have recognized it in an instant. It was a thick, paddle-like tail… The exact kind of thing that belonged on a beaver. But Travis couldn’t look back, he couldn’t do anything other than let faint thrumming sounds of content.

Good pet. Good beaver.

His teeth ached in his mouth, incisors growing larger and thicker. They tapered to a point that poked against his lower gums, so he shifted his jaw to let his buck teeth jut over his bottom lip. The invisible hand pressed harder on his head, and he began to sink into his clothing, shrinking beneath its warm and comforting strokes.

That’s right, pet. Give in.

“N-no…” He moaned, trying to regain some semblance of who he was. He wasn’t a pet, he was a human! His name was Travis and he loved being pet so much that he could just give in NO! Desperately, Travis pawed at his head, ignoring the ache in his cock as he left it unattended.

Touch yourself.

He obeyed without hesitation, hands dropping from his head as though they were magnetized to his crotch. Though his pants were much larger on his shrinking body, he still felt the pleasure of his changing body.

Good pet. Good beaver. Touch yourself.

He wanted to deny the first two statements, but the words that followed were impossible for him to resist. His hips and shoulders popped as he slumped forward, groaning as his body reconfigured itself for four-footed travel.

Fuck your mate.

There was warmth below him, a soft and furry body that was so pleasurable against his belly. Travis churred, realizing his cock was pressed against no. He blinked. No. What was he thinking? There was an animal below him, he couldn’t just

Horny beaver.

The words made his cock twitch, and he whimpered. “Ttthhhtop…” He lisped past his buck teeth, shaking his head and letting his cap fall. He was a human, and… Naked? Covered in fur, so he wasn’t naked… It was so hard to think, he just

Horny beaver.

“Whath a horny beavurrr?” Travis slurred, drool dripping past his lips. His eyes were glazed, and he hoped deep in his heart that the voice was referring to him; that he was a horny beaver. He didn’t know why he wanted it so much, but he really did, more than

You are a horny beaver.

“Urrr-Chrrr!” Travis thumped his tail against the ground, rocking back and forth against his mate, feeling the bitch respond to his movements. She churred too, it would be so easy for him to give in and fuck her, become the animal that he was always meant to

He was a human! “Rrr-IRIR!” he chittered, whimpering a second later as he realized he couldn’t speak. Worse, he couldn’t even remember how to express himself in words. It was like language and higher thought had been stolen from his mind.

Fuck your mate, you horny beaver.

He did. There was no question in his mind, only the irresistible need to procreate, to breed, to pleasure himself and his beaver bitch. He thrust into her hard, and his hands and feet shuddered and twitched. They became little more than paws as his nose began to twitch on his face, and a brief moment of terror coursed through him.

Hump, you stupid animal.

His eyes glazed further, and he straddled the beaver, his paws pressing into her furry sides. His hips moved of a mind not his own, animalistic passion surging to the surface of his very existence. His balls slapped against her ass, and he chittered happily, stupidly, mindlessly.

You are a beaver.

He was a beaver, and he loved it. He wasn’t in his room anymore, nothing about him was as it had been before this video except for the collar that remained around his neck, marking him as a pet, as

You are my beaver.

He was his Mistress’s beaver he was a dumb animal needed fuck needed mate! His thoughts were a disjointed mess, the only concepts he could process base instincts and motions. And right now, his every motion called for hammering into his mate, and giving into his fate, surrendering his

Horny beaver.

He was so horny, he ached, he needed to cum his mate cum impregnate breed

Stupid, horny beaver.

Fuck harder faster mate mate mate

Forever.

He came with a loud chitter, his buck teeth clacking. What little remained of the human he’d been was forever lost to the pleasure of orgasm, and the beaver fell onto his mate’s back, his collar jingling faintly as he looked to his surroundings.

They were unfamiliar, a house that he’d never been in before. But he recognized the beaver below him as his mate. Loud clacks, the sounds of heels on tile, echoed through the air, and the beaver turned to the source.

It was a blonde human, a woman who had a cruel smile on her face and an oddly familiar cap in her hand. She twirled it through her lithe fingers, watching the beaver that had once been Travis with a smile.

“Balls-deep in your mate before your mind was even fully broken. You are an eager beaver.”

Her voice was the same one that had invaded his head, even though he could no longer comprehend her words. He nervously chittered for a moment before realizing that he was being ridiculous. It was his Mistress, after all.