A Game of No Hands Chapter 11

Steve woke to the most dangerous sound, that of two women giggling softly and sharing conspiratorial whispers.

“Think that will do?” Tittered one.

“Be more authentic if I could go to the shop, but then they’d see all this and you know none of those folks can keep a secret.” Both laughed.

Steve knew he should get up and do something to derail their plans. Turn the tables somehow. Both women had their own triggers after all. He could exploit that. Get up. Start an agreement with Tina until Angelica got too horny to think, then pivot to subservience until Tina could do nothing but pump her lady cock. He show her who the pet was! Yeah. That was it. Then they’d both bend their collared necks to suck his balls.

Just had to get up. Then they’d take care of his stiffening cock.

A tentacle’s tip slide out of the nearly hidden orifice above his left kidney.

No. He told it. I have to get up. Yet it slithered around his waist, totally undeterred as it encircle his shaft. Slick, warm, far better than any hand or humping pillow so that it was so easy to pretend a slick pussy engulfed him.

He’d get up. After this one rub. Then-

The door opened and Tina entered the room with a manic giggle. Steve froze, his tentacle withdrew with the speed of a startled barnacle.

“Oh husband!” She sing songed, her toothy grin looming over him. The broad, fleshy tongue ran over the points of her teeth. “We suppose we can let you come into me one last time.”

“Last time?” Steve croaked before she leaped on top of him. Those huge paw hands swiftly captured his paws and pinned them to the bed. Surprised, he began to struggle when those jaws clamped around his throat and squeezed. A canine whine escaped his shocked expression.

“Heh heh,” She breathed, releasing her grip to lick the length of his trachea.

“Tina what are-”

“Sssshh,” She shushed him, lifting her hips to bring the squarish end of her femcock to touch Steve’s cock. The dribbling tips flirted as she struggled for the proper alignment before finally risking letting Steve’s left arm go. With a finger she forced the cocks into a straight line. With a single thrust of her hips, her thick black member swallowed Steve's entire cock.

He gave a strangled gasp. The surrounding tightness was totally unlike anything he’d felt before. Then she squeezed, and his entire body bucked. “Tina!” He squeaked her name.

In response, her massive hand slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck, the heavy curve of her thumb claw pressing into the underside of his chin. “No.” She growled. “I gave you plenty of time. We made sure Angelica wouldn’t use your trigger, so your head was clear when we told you what would happen today.”

Steve remained frozen in a mixture of arousal and terror as he starred up into his wife’s predatory grin. When had whites of her eyes turned black? She worked the thick sleeve of muscle up and down his ramrod stiff cock. Milking it as each movement drew pressure into the base of his dick. “You didn’t protest, not even a little whimpered no. So we’re not stopping. You request us to be more aggressive in bed once. Today that desire is granted.”

She thrust down hard, her femcock swallowing every millimeter of his dick. The little dam burst and he spurted up into her. Steve sagged in her grip, chest heaving.

“Did my Good Girl enjoy that? Her very last male orgasm.” Tina’s grin redoubled as she seized his shoulder and began to thrust against him with a steady rhythm.

The now familiar euphoric excitement washed through Steve, but it couldn’t dislodge the impact of Tina’s last sentence. “L-L-Last?” He asked.

“Does the Good Girl finally understand?” Tina laughed, “Your Queen is done with Steve. We command you to be our good girl!”

With each use of the GG phrase Steve felt his cock dwindled within her fem cock, the pleasure of its entrapment growing more intense the smaller it got. Stars danced in his vision as his paws paddled at the air.

“A Good Girl doesn’t waste their time on pipe dream startups.” Tina laughed, high and inhuman, “Our Good Girl doesn’t ignore their Queen for a week because she’s in a funk. The Good girl doesn’t expect her Queen to do all the goddamn house work.”

Down to mere nub of a cock, guilt mixed with the brain breaking pleasure waves that raced through Steve’s body and curled his very toes. “S-sorry!” He ground out as he writhed beneath her.

“Sorry? Haahahah!” Her laugh turned mocking. “It too late for sorry naknak-hee! Because you’re going to be a Good Girl! A slutty, giggly maid.”

Steve yelped as one testical escaped his scrotum and up into his body cavity.

“A Good Girl who puts time into looking femmy and fuckable.”

The other ball joined the first, and the pair tunneled up away from each other, pushing kidneys and intestines out of the way.

“Our Good Girl, who adores being the pet she is. Under our control.”

Flesh gave way and Steve felt the tip of the femcock slip past the tiny nub his dick had become. Inside his. His back arched as he clenched around her! Spawning an entirely new dimension of bliss and relief. Spreading his legs, he urged to her press deeper.

“There…” Tina cooed. “Good girl, you like this. Yes you do. Good Girl. Admit it now! Good girl, Speak!”

“Oh god yes!” Steve cried out as the massive penis tunneled up through him, striking the edge of his still forming womb. The touch rang out through him, triggering a cascading avalanche of orgasm. A howl burst from Steve's lips as the vivid pink tentacles shot out their hiding places to wrap around Tina’s thighs and try to pull her even deeper.

Tina slowed her thrusts to the point Steve could feel the flared edges of her cock’s head.

“No! Faster. Please Tina. Don’t stop.” Steve heard himself plead.

She did not answer his pleas, instead laughing softly and leaning down to capture Steve’s lips with a sloppy kiss. “No need to hurry Good Girl. We promise once the game is won, we will make you into our Good Girl… Permanently.”

The P word hit Steve with the force of a nuclear-powered slap. His entire body jerked and his new pussy spasmed hard around Tina’s dick, but she did not flinch. Her predatory eyes watched Steve’s widen in shock as all the implications of living like this fantasy spun out in his mind. “P-p-permanently?!” He sputtered; the sheer terror punched through all the arousal. “No! You wouldn’t.”

“Good girl, you’ll beg for it.” She said without a laughter or humor, simple predatory intensity.

“No!” He barked. Thrusting out with his paws, he broke her grip and struck her in the chest. Steve had never considered himself partially strong, but he remained large and it took muscle move his bulk. The blow knocked Tina to the side, letting Steve scramble out of bed.

Growling, Tina’s pawhand seized him by the tail and pulled him back. Panicked, he turned, swinging out with his paw. Rearing backwards, she caught the paw and jerked him toward her. Steve’s vision went dark as she enveloped his head within her pawhand. His one free paw tried futilely to pry open her grip as she bore him to the mattress. Teeth captured the paw and bit down.

Steve yelped and jerked his paw away, pulling it to his chest. Each breath issuing a keening whine of surrender, muffled slightly by the pad pressed firmly to his mouth. His heart thundered in his ears, but it was barely louder than the howling arousal in his loins. The brief tussle seemed to have directing the blood into his sex and the sensitive skin of his bitch’s spade stretched taunt as it swell.

Tina’s whiskers tickled his ear as she laughed into it, a soft human chuckle. “Oh, did we find the line? Which is it? The gall of being a servant or the impossibility of hiding what you’ve become if the magic never fades?”

“Mmmph!” Steve tried to protest.

The pressure of the pads on face increased. “Don’t bother telling me. We’re destroying Steve today, regardless.”

A pad traced the line of rock hard nipples down Steve’s torso and set him squirming anew. “Oh my, what is all this? We haven’t even said the magic words.” She asked, petting the lips of his swollen spade and Steve shivered as a small tremor of an orgasm expelled a small gush of juice. “Haha. All this time and we never figured out how much you like it rough. Did ‘I’m too tired tonight’ actually mean take me by force?” Pushing Steve’s head harder down into the mattress, she treated each nipple to a harsh nip. The sharp pain made him jump each time, and clawed at her wrists, but the dull claws did little more than comb Tina’s shaggy fur. Worse, she had him dead to rights. His spade burned like the sun, along with his cheeks and ears.

She released his head and Steve gasped at the suddenly available oxygen supply. Lifting his head, he found Tina on her knees, licking her chops. Her pseudo cock had pulled back and widen into a drooling slit that she traced with a single claw. Deliberately, she straddle on of Steve’s legs and grasped the other with one hand. “Tell me you are a Good Girl.”

“I’m a good girl!” Steve answered as his tail desperately attempt wag against the bed sheets. A voice in his head told him he was pathetic to crumple so easily but he couldn’t stop himself from adding. “I’m your good girl, my Queen. My liege. My love. Please.”

“Gooooood Girl.” Tina growl in approval and then tittered as she slid her thick black sex against Steve’s swollen red spade. With that last utterance and the kiss of their netherlips the change spread outward.

Grasping Steve’s leg, Tina ground their sexes together, chanting, “Be a good girl. Be a good girl.” With every stroke.

Steve's lips stretched out in a gaping O and whimper along, Ima gud gurl! Ima gud gurl! Paws kneaded his too hard nipples as soft flesh swelled beneath them. Tina's long tail curled around Steve’s waist and squeezed as it narrowed. Their words devolved to the howls and pant of beast as they rocked their hips together.

Still Steve’s body continued to feminize, either still catching up with their combined chants or mental chant that circled in Steve's head fueling the magic. His voice cracked mid-howl and shifted to a dainty awwooo as his strong chin eased. With a whispered floofhis short cropped hair grew out to long mane.

“N-n-n-nak Naak!” Tina bent her head to Steve’s shrinking foot as pleasure ripped through them both. With a shaky laugh she relented and pulled herself away from Steve. Rolling on to her back, she grinned, tongue lolling out the side of her muzzle. “See?” She said after a moment to catch her breath, “Isn’t it better this way?”

Steve had no coherent comment, aftershocks still wracking his body. “Oh gods,” His voice high and sounding like a completely different person in his head. Hefting one set of breasts experimentally and peering down at the second pair, beyond them sat the six small bitch tits on his stomach. Tina’s tail covered the lowest set, her brown shaggy fur contrasted with the strip of white fur that threaded up between his breasts. It all felt absurdly good, Tina’s softness against the sensitive nipples and the warm glow that basked his curvy body. It just the magic, he told himself, its fucking with my head. A part husky woman is still a freak not… pretty.

He forced himself turn his attention to Tina, still flat on her back, muzzle hanging over the foot of the bed. Her two full breasts slumping to the side of her chest as it rose and fell. Her pseudo penis midway between pussy and shaft mode.

“Satisfied?” Steve asked. “I’m all girly now and I’m feeling pretty wrecked.”

Her body shook with a silent laugh. “No. The royal pet must be presentable.” Then she called out. “Oh Angelica! It's your turn with her.”

“Finally!” The door opened to reveal Angelica in all her winged glory still wearing nothing but a collar. Her eyes shined with eagerness as they fixed on Steve. “Is my good girl ready for her grooming appointment?”

The phrase shot a bit caffeine into Steve’s spine and he perked up. Then spotted the leash and collar in Angelica’s hands as she advanced. Would she be taking him for a walkie? The thought made his tail thump against the mattress. Where had that come from? He wondered, shaking his head to clear out the intrusive thought.

“Uh.. Uh. I can wash myself.” Steve protested, hustling to stand as Angelica walked up.

“You’re a dog. You can’t trust a dog to clean themselves. Even good girls will roll in the first puddle they find if you’re not paying attention.”

Steve shivered with the praise as Angelica threaded the collar to his neck and clipped the leash. Walkies! Eagerness bubbled up inside of him. Docilely, he followed out into the living area before he applied the brakes. “I-I uh, I don’t need to be groomed.”

She turned and grabbed a lock of hair that cascaded past his shoulders. “This needs a trim and style.” Yanking on the leash, she pulled him close and grabbed at Steve’s sex. A finger up stole up inside him. The sudden pleasure pushed Steve up on his tip toes. There was a tiny twinge of violation, but a want for her to go deeper shouted far louder. “And you’re all wet. Besides…” Angelica leaned over and licked across of Steve’s topmost breast. “It's my turn to make you howl. Now heel like a Good Girl.”

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