A man dressed in baggy overalls makes his way down the dimly lit streets of a shady district, the sky pitch black as the clock strikes midnight. Throughout the black market there had been whispers going on among the bigwigs about some new device in the form of a collar that would turn anyone it latched onto into an obedient slave. Only a few knew of its existence, the rest were privy to the slightest rumour, left to scrounge for scraps of info.
Thom was a man with connections to certain people in one of the largest trafficking rings in the city, and it was through these people that he’d acquired a copy of this supposed slave making device, and it hadn’t come cheap.
After meeting with the courier and being assured of the authenticity of the goods as well as how to use it, Thom had skipped his way back down the street. He had plans for the device in mind, aimed towards Derrick, his roommate. Thom was never one to judge things by the book, but when people poured love and praise towards someone who only ever got through life by looking good, even he was miffed. Plus he was a bit of a snob so no one would mind if he went missing, though he’d have to remember to keep the room locked whenever he left if he didn’t want people wondering why he had a hot babe tucked away with him.
When Thom had laid eyes on the exotic jackal girl accompanying the courier with the fabled control collar wrapped snugly around her slim neck, he couldn’t contain his excitement at the thought of having Derrick bent over in front of him, the former jock reduced to a panting slave girl. Snapping back to reality though, Thom looked closer at the girl, despite her oversized boobs and sexy egyptian dressing, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he watched her brilliant, yet empty jade eyes, staring at the courier with hidden intent.
Asking him if there were any side effects or dangers he should be aware of, the courier just waved off his concerns. Saying the girls were nothing more than dolls that listened to every command. Thom wasn’t so sure about that from the way this one stared at him but he decided to take his leave before anything happened, waving him goodbye as the two went their separate ways. He could’ve sworn something was off with the courier like how he seemed to shift from a pasty white complexion to a tanned one and how his hair seemed more…lustrous?, but he decided to think nothing of it. It was getting late after all, and it was probably just a trick of the light.
Thom’s pace quickened as he began to think of what he’d do to Derrick when he got back. “When i'm done with that snob, he’s gonna regret ever treating people around him like shit…wonder what face he’ll make when i snap this baby over that stupidly thick neck of his…”
Unknown to Thom however, the box tucked under his arm begins to reverberate with hidden energies usually reserved for the unlucky soul who had it clamped around their necks. Thom, having the box snuggled up to his chest, begins to soak in the fallout, the mysterious energies slowly altering the oblivious man as he continues to march down the street.
Beneath the heavy biker jacket and clothes, Thom’s body begins to shift, his skin afflicted with a ripple that removed all blemishes, leaving the ebony skin smooth and hairless, dark skin glowing with a youthful hue and being soft to the touch much like the jackal girl from earlier. Another ripple of change goes down Thom’s body, his gelled back hair wiped clean as it grows into a silky mane of raven black hair reaching down to his inflating rear, framing a rapidly feminizing face as Thom’s eye bags vanish, his cracked lips healing and plumping up into kissable cushions, worn cheeks rounding out into rosy masses, leaving the previously gruff, overworked face looking young and energetic, Thom, none the wiser to the changes due to the magical haze now clouding his mind, brushes aside a stray lock of hair as he continues down the empty street, a subtle sway in his gait.
With the crunching sounds of shifting bone, Thom’s broad shoulders squeeze inward, his hips widening into sizable handlebars in response as if an invisible hand was squeezing hard around his body, the flesh softening like putty and shifting elsewhere across his slimming body; scrawny arms becoming well-toned and petite as his thighs fatten up with a fresh layer of healthy fat and muscle, gaining a curvaceous quality to them to complement his hips and peachy ass as his back arches into a noticeable curve.
“Was it always so hot this late at night? Remember it being…colder? Gotta drop the jacket or I'm gonna be sweating buckets…”
Taking off the baggy jacket and slinging it over his shoulder, the changes to Thom are made evident; his now slender frame leaving the clothes hanging over his body, a quivering pair of mounds twitching to life across his chest as his nipples perk up, tenting the shirt. Thom was starting to look androdynous beneath the oversized clothes, the pants sliding down his curvy legs revealing smooth, creamy chocolate skin beneath and a tantalizing peek at his soft tender stomach, the pot belly long gone having been replaced with a generous serving of toned muscle and soft fat.
With a lurch, Thom trips forward as the mass on his chest explodes outwards in a sudden growth spurt, the freshly formed perky melons settling down as Thom recovers, hands recoiling from his chest as he winces, an electric shock running through his now aching nipples. In his blurry eyed vision, Thom saw nothing out of the ordinary thanks to the magic emanating from the package still tucked under his arm, wondering if the courier from before really was down with something bad. Oblivious to the sensitive mounds tenting the ill-fitting clothes as the chill night air strokes and tickles his skin.
Within his mind however, the magic energies flowing into him had begun to alter his memory, bits and pieces chipped off and lost to the rapidly spreading darkness in his psyche. One word began to go on repeat within Thom’s head though; Master, the low drone slowly intensifying till it resounded in his head, drowning out all other thoughts and making it hard to speak. Thom couldn’t fight back though, instead he thought nothing of it as the magic spell over him forces him to comply, even as the image of his parents began to fade from memory, his own name becoming hard to remember…was it Tom? He couldn’t tell.
“Fffuck…catching that ill..ill…bad thing had better be worth it…w-what am i even doing out here anyway…need to get home…to Master…before-ngh!”
By now Thom was beginning to feel sick as sweat stained clothes cling to his feminine form, his confident march having slowed to an unsteady hobble after that slight accident as he makes it onto campus grounds. Wiping sweat off his brow with a hand, he pushes on, just a few more steps and he’d make it back to his room, not noticing the pants finally dropping silently to the floor as the package continues its work, the fog in Thom’s head further molding his mind, clearing it of any remaining unnecessary information, memories of studying hard to please his parents and knowledge in mathematics and science finally vanish, leaving him an empty husk devoid of thought besides total devotion to Master as the physical changes come to a climax, his manhood pushing off the ill-fitting underwear as it goes erect for one last time before dribbling its contents across the pavement. The impotent member withdraws into a rapidly widening slit between Thom’s legs as she lets out a choked, girly cry, dim eyes widening ever so slightly as a subdued emerald green glow ignites within her glazed eyes.
Stumbling and dropping everything as his dainty hands fly up to the nearby wall for support, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of a woman's pleasure as her now inverted manhood rubs up against her moist innards, literally screwing herself as it converts itself into a sopping wet passageway leading to her freshly formed womb.With a mind breaking orgasm, Thom falls to her knees with a faint sigh of ecstasy, the husky breath of the former engineer replaced with the airy wisp of a seductive maiden from another land, dainty hands wandering over her dripping slit as two lithe fingers slide in and out of the puckering lips between her plump thighs in a futile attempt to revel in that orgasmic pleasure once more.
As the magic fog within Thom’s now empty head finishes its work, her eyes wander to the package, her dripping hands withdrawing from her needy cunt and wrapping around the flimsy paper box, shredding it open to reveal the golden ornate collar beneath, the bright green gemstone in its center pulsing with the same eerie glow emanating from her eyes, calling out to her, telling her to put it on, about how nice it would look on her pretty neck…and how good it would feel when Master laid eyes on her, appreciating her buxom body clad in suggestive clothing, golden accessories dangling across her arms and ears as she danced for him…the image was so clear in her mind now.
Grabbing the cold metallic collar, Thom wordlessly lifts it above her head, ready to put it in its rightful place. As her arms descend, a nagging feeling eats away at the back of her mind as her slender eyes twitch slightly into a frown, her dulled mind struggling to comprehend thoughts of ‘revenge’ and ‘getting back at that muscle brained idiot’. As the metal collar kisses the skin of her neck and snaps into place, the chorus of incomprehensible thoughts in the girl’s mind goes quiet, her mind silenced as the collar’s programming takes over, Thom was, for all intents and purposes, replaced with an obedient slave. The strangely familiar yet cold halls of the campus now felt strange to her, she shouldn’t be here…Master needed her by his side at once, and wherever she was, it wasn’t home.
As the newborn girl rises to her full height, a revealing set of cloth that could barely count as clothing materializes over her buxom body; from golden pasties that mirrored scarab beetles barely covering up her fat nipples, shiny latex gloves and stockings that clung tightly to her slender arms and shapely legs to the single strip of black cloth that ran down her body and between her cleavage, dangling over her vagina as makeshift cover. It gave her the look of some hooker trying out some Egyptian themed cosplay. As a pair of ornate jackal ears, sharp and imposing, pierces through her skull, settling nicely atop her head, her human ears elongate into an impossibly long pair of twitching ears reminiscent of elves in folklore.
Barely an hour ago, Thom had left the campus as a slightly overweight American man in his early twenties. Now, he was barely recognizable, a nameless Egyptian beauty who had no memory of her time as Thom standing outside the door to her former room, discarded clothing and torn shreds of paper scattered around her feet as she looks around slowly, emerald green eyes scanning the empty hallways as her sweat slick skin glinted in the dim lighting, a trail of drying semen and vaginal fluids marking the way she’d come from.
Walking back down the corridor following the trail, the girl silently made her way off campus, wandering down the darkened streets and through quiet alleyways, a foreign beauty in the night. The collar wrapped tight around her neck compelled her to return back to her Master. Where, she wasn’t certain, but something guided her through the streets, each step made with purpose as the scantily clad woman made her way through the city.
Turning the corner as she hears a stifled moan echo down the walls,, she would cross paths with another jackal girl, her eerie green eyes staring down blankly at another girl, uncollared and twitching in a pool of her own fluids and what looked like semen mixed in alongside the shredded remains of a delivery man's work outfit. This one felt familiar to her…had she seen her somewhere before? It was probably those wonderful green eyes Master so loved to see in his women, she was after all a fellow sister, there was no mistaking it.
Leaving her sister to continue her work, she continued down the derelict pathway strewn with rubbish before hearing someone catcall her from somewhere down the path. Looking back with a flutter of silky hair, she spies a man dressed in a business suit, she could smell the alcohol emanating off of him all the way from where she stood.
“Eyyy…what's a slut like you doin’ by yer lonesome out here? Lookin for a lil’ fun, eh?”
Looking at him, she felt no empathy or love for him, but the bulge in his pants had her lower lips itching for it to stuff her deep. Thinking back to the scene from earlier, her sister had managed to snag herself a fellow convert while on the way back to Master…it would be very disappointing if all she did was return home empty handed, and she was so dearly aching for a good fucking, she’d be hitting two birds with one stone! Agreeing, the collar loads in a preset personality, as her eyes light up once more, the dull emerald embers replaced with a lively look.
Putting up her arms in a cutesy pose and jiggling her tits in front of the drunkard, she smiles suggestively at her target, a fierce blush on her face as she rubs her thighs together in mock anticipation, the tiny strand of cloth hiding her leaking cunt as pussy juice begins to drip down her legs, splashing and forming a small puddle on the pavement below. “Like, yeah I do! I’ll even let you like, do me for free! You up for it Big Boy?” Yes, men like him did so love their women dumb. Utterly predictable. She thought as she eyed the man's smug look of glee, unknowingly stepping forth into the trap she’d sprung for him as he undid the zipper on his pants. She couldn’t wait to have the Master praise her when she got back home with a new sister-to-be in tow.
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There was movement all across the city, as more Jackal girls like the former Thom began to move, turning those who had their way with them for so long and other unfortunate souls who came across them into more buxom slaves, although they would need a collar of their own when they got back to fully connect with their Master and join their ranks as a fellow sister.
The test was a success, and cleaning up loose ends had been a cinch with how potent the collars were despite not utilizing the full strength of the Eye. Overnight, smuggling rings and gangs were literally wiped out, their heads and fellow members who had dealings with the collars vanishing without a trace alongside a handful of other innocent people. Strangely, CCTV and other surveillance camera footage had been scrubbed city wide, the only news being rumours about beautiful women that bore Egyptian traits walking the darkened streets, whisking people who saw them into the night, of course, they would go ignored as nothing more than preposterous rumour.
In a certain household though, a middle aged man watches the news with knowing eyes, strapping on a vest and lab equipment as he prepares a hefty luggage. Glancing at the corner of his eyes, watching the young girl sitting by the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea and wincing as the unfamiliar broth meets her tongue. It was time to put their plan in motion and soon, he’d have his son back to normal.
As crazy as this all was to him, it didn’t change the fact that the head of the company he worked for had it coming, he’d heard of all the crazy experiments and the people who performed it, he knew one of them personally and she wasn’t the same after she’d lost her position, supposedly being forced to turn her lover into a mind-broken sex slave after another failed experiment leading to the creation of those damned collars. There were still some loose ends they had to snip to get to him unnoticed but he was confident it would work. After all, he had a literal goddess by his side, granted, she was using his son as host but that was still his fault at the end of the day.
He wondered just when it would all be over and he’d get to spend time with Fred once again without the tedious work of a scientist to weigh him down again.
THE END