In the continuation of True Pups: Chapters 1-3, Greg leaves the university where he'd been humiliated with pup transformations. Back at home, he tries to relax with a shower. But soon he and his jock roommate Phillip begin to experience erotic changes, starting with some hypnosis and moving on to freakish muscle growth. The two men are captured by a dangerous familiar force, and trapped in a cage with other men -- but thanks to a little shrinking and more pup TFs, an escape might be possible. But can they get past the orc guards without being captured and turned into an even more embarrassing form?
This is an 10,000-word sexually explicit M/M book for adults only, featuring sexual humiliation, domination and submission, transformation and pup play, muscle growth, CTF, mind control, and a little bit of vore.
(Individuals pictured are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.)
“You got any plans for tonight?” Greg asked.
“Not really,” said Phillip. “Just went to the gym, so I’ll probably chill.”
“I can help you with that,” said Greg. “Help you get some … deep sleep.”
At those trigger words, Phillips eyes suddenly dimmed, his body went slack, and mouth drooped open. Greg had programmed a hypo trigger into his roommate the first week he’d moved in, using it on occasion to take advantage of the hot jock. Phillip had no idea.
“How do you feel?” Greg asked.
Phillip laughed. “I dunno,” he said, his voice low and stupid. “You tell me.”
“Good boy,” said Greg. “Now, what am I going to do with you tonight? Turn you into a caveman, maybe?”
Phillip hunched forward, landing on his knuckles with a grunt. He scratched his head, messing up his hair. No, that wasn’t right — it reminded Greg too much of his humiliating de-evolution in Paul’s office.
“Maybe you’ll be a pig tonight,” said Greg. Phillip oinked and stated sniffing around the kitchen, walking on all fours from corner to corner. When he passed Greg, Greg slapped him on the ass and Phillip squealed.
“Look at me,” said Greg, and Phillip gazed up at him with no sign of recognition or intelligence. “Pigs are fat,” Greg said.
Phillip’s body instantly ballooned with weight, the strong cut muscles plumping and softening and thickening with jiggly fat. His face grew wide and round, his gut sagged from the sweaty t-shirt he was wearing, and his fleshy ass burst from the workout shorts Phillip had worn to the gym, tearing into shreds and falling to the floor. Phillip snorted and took a few steps, his fat body swaying as he walked.
“Mmm, no, I think I like you strong,” said Greg. “Maybe a gym bunny.”
Phillip’s fat flesh wobbled and constricted, shrinking back into his body as his muscles swelled. Still down on all fours, his frame took on a huge bodybuilder’s physique, far larger than it had been. A white tufted tail popped up over his ass, and his ears stretched above his head, tall and white and fluffy. Phillip stood up, pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He flexed a few times, and his muscles surged even larger, bulking as he posed and showed off. As a final touch, his toes wriggled and his feet swelled up, growing a few sizes bigger to match his absurdly huge musculature.
“Nice,” said Greg. “This will do. When you wake up, you’re gonna be a muscle-slut gym-bunny tonight.”