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Connie sighed. He looked at the latest report card. They weren't looking good; he was just barely skirting by. One of these days he'd fail one of the classes and then, he figured, he'd get stuck trying to retake it over and over again. It wasn't his fault, though. The husky had wanted to go to trade school, but his parents had forced him into a college instead. He hated college. Well, perhaps hate was too strong a word, and maybe it wasn't exactly the college he hated. Rather, he knew his limitations. Connie wasn't dumb, but he'd never been the academic type, and as such, his grades were suffering, now.

A quick glance at the mirror revealed a tired-looking dog, his black fur matted and dull. He hadn't slept well for a while, now. The worst part of it all was that thanks to having to study way more than seemingly everyone else there, he didn't have much time to engage with the only good part of college; the parties. Now parties, he liked. His campus was full of pretty women and handsome men, which only served to distract him from his studies even more. Not that he'd ever dare to hit on another male. Oh, Connie was certainly bi-curious, but he'd never actually acted on it. There was just something intimidating about it, like it was wrong somehow. He knew it was perfectly natural in his heart of hearts, of course, but every time he got even remotely close to flirting with a male he'd choke on his words.

That, and he wasn't sure other males would even find him attractive. He was too average-looking, he thought. He'd found a gay magazine once, and at least in that, they were all far above his level, looking almost like girls themselves, slender and curvy and wearing their hiked-up skirts with obvious pride. That look had cemented its place in his mind as "what gay men were into," with how many times he'd masturbated to those images, and he certainly couldn't pull off that look. Just the thought of putting on makeup or wearing a skirt made him blush fiercely. Some of them even wore collars. Still, sometimes - though he'd never admit it to anyone - he fantasized of it. Of being a happy, carefree "sissy" like they were called in that worn, well-loved magazine, raising his tail for every male to slide under.

Even the women barely paid him any attention, but at least now and then, his natural canine charm landed him a partner for the night. Still, those vague fantasies of playing with a cock kept creeping into his mind, even when rutting a female.

Connie shook his head, groaning as he realized that those fantasies had gotten him rock hard. He stuffed his cock into his pants, willing it to go soft again. It really wasn't time to think about sex. He was supposed to be in class in less than five minutes. He got up, packed his textbooks, and rushed out.

Class was uneventful. Even though he wasn't good at it, Connie tried his hardest to pay attention to every complex formula the professor penned onto the whiteboard. He remembered the first time he'd seen Max, the psychology professor. Well, Mr. Brownstone would be more appropriate, but he insisted on a first-name basis with his students. Connie had been very surprised to find such a massive rottweiler teaching complex sciences; it wasn't the first occupation Connie thought of when seeing his incredibly built body. A lifeguard, maybe, or a firefighter... but the facts spoke for themselves; not only was the rottweiler a professor, he was good at it.

Good enough that he'd offered Connie an alternative way to get his grades up, the other day. Some sort of clinical trial that, if he participated in it, would automatically guarantee him at least passing grades. What the study entailed, he'd been a little reticent about, but from his classmates, Connie had pieced together that it was some sort of conditioning, in the sense of hypnotism. It sounded exciting enough, though when Max had showed him all the papers he'd have to sign, he had gotten cold feet and asked for a day to think about it. Documents absolving the college and study leaders of any responsibility for lasting changes or damages.

Then again, what harm could a hypnosis session do, anyway? Connie wasn't entirely convinced that hypnotism was even real. The more he thought about it, while trying to keep up with the class, the more he warmed up to the idea. It was only two sessions of a few hours each. If he did it, he'd pass college - at least, this one all-important class - just like his parents wanted, and if nothing else, at least it'd improve his future career prospects.

When the class ended, he remained seated until everyone else had left the room, leaving him alone with the enormous Rottweiler smiling at him. Only then did he stand up and approach him.

"So, have you decided on my offer?" Max asked, warmly. He seemed perfectly genuine about it, if a little excited to finally have a volunteer for his "controversial" - his words, not Connie's - study.

Max was dressed in a skin-tight top that showed off every contour of his muscular body. He was tenured, after all, like he'd told the class on the first day, and he'd stopped dressing professionally the moment it happened. Connie had to fight his urge to stare.

"Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I think... I could do it. I mean, what's the harm, right?" he asked, forcing a detached chuckle.

"According to my theory, there shouldn't be any," Max grinned. He opened his briefcase and brought out the documents again. Connie scanned them, as if hoping that something would've changed since the last time he saw them. He didn't _really_like the idea of nobody being held responsible if something went wrong.

Seeing his hesitation, Max spoke again. "Really, though, I don't think anything bad can happen. And..." he paused, taking a breath. "If anything does happen, I promise to take care of it, even if the college can't be held legally responsible."

It wasn't quite_as reassuring as he'd hoped it would be, but Connie signed the papers anyway. He didn't really have a choice; it was this or fail college and disappoint his parents. He'd start... oh, _tomorrow. The husky figured they had all the equipment set up, just waiting for a volunteer.

Even though Max reassured him that it'd be a perfectly fine experience, Connie couldn't help but feel a little nervous about it throughout the rest of the day. The constant distraction of exactly what they'd do weighed on him, ensuring that he paid even less attention to the stuff he was supposed to be studying. But then, at least he'd have passing grades.

The last thing Max had told him before he left was that he wasn't going to tell the husky what the study was actually about, not before it was over. Evidently, going in blind was important so as to not cause any bias in the subject, i.e. Connie. It would, though, involve a virtual reality headset and an injection of some kind, that once again, the rottweiler insisted was harmless.

If Hollywood movies had taught the husky anything, it was that the injection would be some kind of hypnotic, like a truth serum, or a relaxant to make him more malleable to whatever they suggested. Hopefully, it'd make him a better student.

The rest of the day flew by, as did the following night, and soon enough Max was waiting impatiently outside of the little on-campus clinic where the trial was supposed to take place. He kept glancing at his phone, checking the time every few seconds, as if still worried that he'd miss it, though more so because he felt like he had to be nervous about something rather than any real obsession with timeliness.

Not that he had to worry at all. Max was there five minutes early to let him into the room they'd prepared for him. It featured a comfortable-looking chair - which reminded Connie of going to the dentist - and a ceiling-mounted headset, complete with big, enveloping headphones that'd fit easily over even the biggest canine ears.

"Have a seat," Max suggested, and Connie took his advice, climbing into the raised chair. While he had no mental image of what a gynaecologist's chair might look like, it was closer to that than a dentist's, with stirrups for his legs that left him feeling oddly vulnerable. Still, it was at least a comfortable position.

Max produced a syringe - small enough that Connie would barely feel a sting at all - and filled it with an oddly pink liquid from an unmarked vial. He disinfected a patch of fur-covered skin on Connie's upper arm, and jabbed the needle in before the husky had time to protest. Sure enough, he barely felt more than a slight prick.

"There we go. That should be all the preparation you need. How are you feeling?" the rottweiler asked, his eyes practically glimmering with academic curiosity, and perhaps some other emotion that Connie couldn't quite identify.

Other than a slight sense of warmth around the injection site, and a mild relaxation radiating through him from that spot, Connie didn't feel much. It wasn't unpleasant at all, at the very least. He told his professor as much.

"Good. In that case, it's time for the headset. Once it's on, just relax, but do keep your eyes open. Oh, one more thing..."

Max leaned down to wrap a pair of loose leather strap around Connie's arms, securing him to the chair. Not that he couldn't wriggle his way out of them. "Just so you don't accidentally fall out of the chair or anything, or interrupt the program," he smiled. "Don't worry, just say the word and I'll get you out."

With that, he lowered the headset and strapped it around Connie's head. The faint hum of electricity and plumbing disappeared as the headphones slipped over his ears, leaving him in almost perfect silence, except for the steady, soothing thrum of his own heartbeat. Then, the room itself disappeared too, into the blackness of the visor covering his eyes.

For a brief moment, there was nothing at all. Connie's body felt warm and numb, but with the perfect dark silence, it was only appropriate, wasn't it? He leaned into those feelings, letting the relaxation engulf him.

Then, there was faint, pulsating sound that reached his ears through the headphones. A deep bass rumble that nonetheless had a clear structure, immediately demanding Connie's attention. He focused on it, letting it carry him further into relaxation. He felt almost like he was floating, the sounds - unbeknownst to him - quickly preparing Connie's mind for the actual session, opening him up for suggestions that'd soon follow.

Connie thought he heard a whisper. His ears twitched. He couldn't quite make out the words, as quiet as they were, but he shivered in response to it. Only then did the display itself flicker to life, initially showing only a hazy, cloudy pinkness.

While the husky didn't see any of it, Max was carefully cataloguing every reaction of his. When he was satisfied that Connie was fully in a hypnotic state, unresisting, not questioning whatever he was seeing, Max allowed the program to continue.

The next thing that appeared before Connie's eyes was a cock. A firm, canine shaft, throbbing eagerly. Thanks to the visor, it appeared almost three-dimensional, as if Connie could reach out and grab it, were it not for his strapped arms. He_wanted_ to, somehow.

"You love cock," the whispering voice repeated, a little louder this time, the words sinking deep into Connie's dazed mind.

"You think all cocks look beautiful and sexy. You love looking at hard, throbbing cocks." It did look beautiful, didn't it? The shape was exquisite, alluring. Of course he liked looking at cocks.

"The sight of a hard cock makes your knees feel weak. It makes you feel horny and submissive," the voice continued. Connie felt himself starting to grow hard staring at the cock- no, cocks. The picture in front of him kept changing. From canine, to a beautiful and massive equine erection, to a barbed one belonging to a feline, a humanoid one with foreskin covering the purple glans...

"You are a submissive sissy slut. You fall on your knees or raise your tail at the sight of any hard cock. You want nothing more than to worship cocks with your body and let them fill you with their seed. Your submissive, girly body cums just from feeling a thick, masculine cock stretch your lips..."

The voice was faster and faster, flooding Connie's receptive mind with suggestions, forcing out all thoughts other than that of himself on all fours, worshipping cock after cock, sucking those beautiful lengths until they spilled their delicious cum all over his tongue and face. Feeling stranger after stranger sink into his tingling, clenching ass and breeding him until he'd be left so full of sperm that he'd leak into his panties all day while studying. The views changed from just cocks to feverish, rapid-fire gay sex, now. Of effeminate males - just like himself - with their mouths open, catching ropes of cum from those dominant, throbbing cocks. Of hips clad in frilly skirts, with cocks thrusting into cum-soaked puckers with passionate need.

As he was absorbed into that mindless state of lust, Connie never realized that his body was starting to change, too. The drug he'd been injected with left not only his mind malleable, but also his body.

"You always looked like a girl," the voice intoned. False memories poured into Connie's mind. He remembered always being mistaken for a girl... and then raising his tail to let the boys have fun with him even once they realized he wasn't. In reality, muscle definition slowly melted away from his arms and stomach, instead rounding out his hips to look wider and softer.

"You always wanted to be a girl." That was true, too. That was why Connie always dressed in feminine clothing, from long socks to skirts. Why he always wore panties, and why being filled with cum made him feel so happy.

"You would _be_a girl if not for your massive cock," the voice echoed. It sounded as if it came from every direction at once, the truth of those words undeniable. Despite his femininity, Connie was well hung. His cock ached as it grew a little longer, visibly swollen even under his pants, contrasting - almost obscenely - with his round hips and narrow waist. "You like having a cock just so other men can watch you cum while using you."

And so it continued, until Connie couldn't even tell where one suggestion ended and another began. He was a submissive sissy slut, a girl in all but what was between his legs. He knew that the moment he began to suck on a cock he'd cum into his panties, he knew-

The lewd show faded away into silence again, the voice telling him to calm down. To relax. To remember everything it'd told him. For now, he would go back to being the boring old Connie again, until the next session, though he'd find himself quite unable to stop wetting his underwear with precum every time he saw a handsome man, or to keep himself from staring at every bulge he came across. Most importantly, he'd yearn for the next session.

Connie squinted as the display was suddenly lifted off his face. He felt weak, but very relaxed. And he blushed when he saw his handsome professor up close. Had he always been so attractive? Max chuckled as he watched Connie's eyes inevitably fall to his crotch, where his erection was leaving an obvious bulge in the fabric. The little husky would make such a good slut, soon enough. And that meant that his experiment on if hypnosis could be used to bring out someone's secret desires and urges was a resounding success. Picking Connie_had_ been a gamble, but he'd caught the husky starting at him more than once, and it certainly seemed he'd guessed correctly.

"W-what happened?" Connie moaned. His voice sounded a little more high-pitched than he remembered, but that couldn't be.

"You were a very good boy," Max smiled. "Just one session to go."

Connie shuddered with a strange sense of pride. "Yes, b-but, what was the session actually a-about?" he asked, voice shaking with pent-up arousal. He was still achingly hard, feeling a wetness spreading in his underwear, where his own erection pressed into his underwear. He couldn't remember why he'd worn _boxers,_they felt so rough and uncomfortable against his cock.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. Remember, same time as today," the rottweiler replied.

When Connie stood up, his posture was decided slutty and feminine, with his soft bubblebutt stuck out just enough to make it plainly visible to everyone that he wanted to be seen and used. His clothes felt so uncomfortable on him, both too big and far too masculine!

He decided to stop by the mall on the way home. As embarrassing as buying women's clothing was, at least it was better than having to wear his rough, baggy old clothes. Still, despite his arousal, the husky felt a little alarmed when he realized just how late it was. How long had he been in that clinic? Had he always felt so drawn to pleasure every male he saw- yes, of course he had. He'd always been a horny little cumslut. If it wasn't for the experiment tomorrow, he would've happily pulled some of them into the restrooms to give them some relief.

Connie picked out a nice, short skirt. A pair of long, striped socks, and several pairs of soft, almost silken panties. God, with how wet he got when horny, he went through them fast. Finally, he looked for a shirt, ending up with a decidedly girly pink thing, very tight to really show off his body, and with long, flared sleeves. That should do it. He wanted to at least look respectable for Max tomorrow. Mm. If he was lucky, maybe he'd even manage to seduce the professor. Ever since Connie had first laid eyes on the rottweiler, he'd known that he _needed_to have his cock between his lips soon.

But some doubt kept creeping in. Every few moments, Connie got that ineffable, hard-to-pinpoint feeling that something was wrong. A sneaking questioning, leaving the husky asking if he had always been like this. On the one hand, he clearly remembered all those things that'd been implanted into his memories during the hypnosis. On the other... if he had always like dressing up like a girl, why didn't he already have clothing for it?

Maybe he'd left it back at home when he moved to the college dorm? There were more questions, though. If he was such a slut - he flicked through his phone contacts - how had he not gotten anyone's number while pleasuring them? The thought of doing so sent another shiver of delight up and down Connie's spine, but there was unquestionably something wrong. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Once back home, Connie immediately stripped down. His boxers were soaked with precum from all the horny thoughts he'd been having, but it was the sight of his stiff cock springing free when he tugged them off that really got to him. It looked so... pretty, jutting out proudly and bouncing with each step, clear warm precum slowly oozing from the tip. Had it been attached to someone else, he wouldn't have hesitated.

He felt the stir of old memories again. You love sucking cock, even your own. Good boys never waste their cum. It was one of those suggestions he hadn't really consciously registered, slowly surfacing as he pulled on his new, long socks, and then his new skirt too. It draped beautifully over his erect length. Yeah. Connie licked his lips, remembering exactly how good it felt to curl up and suck his sexy cock until he coated his own tongue in tasty cum. Not as good as having other men do it, but it'd do when he was this horny.

It was strange, though. Even though he clearly remembered doing and loving it all the time, the motions felt unfamiliar. Connie flopped down in bed and then hooked his arms behind his legs, experimenting as he tried to pull his cock close enough to wrap his lips around it. The bright red shaft glistened enticingly, another bead of precum forming at the tip. It made the husky feel so_thirsty,_ and equally horny. Despite his new lithe form, he was still a little too stiff to reach his cock immediately, so Connie stayed in that curled up position, just admiring himself.

He'd never really taken any time to just wonder at how beautiful it all was. His balls looked so heavy and pent up, already tight against his body with sheer arousal, and his cock... there was just something so primal and enticing about it, the way it'd jerk occasionally, the way the urethra bulged at the base, and most of all, knowing that just like with every other male, if he sucked on it for long enough it'd spurt that delicious seed right down his throat.

Was that _really_what he was into? Once again, there was that jarring sensation of conflicted memories. Sure, he was bicurious, but he'd never-

He throbbed, and his cock spat out a thin rope of precum that splattered over Connie's nose and lips. Immediately, the husky's tongue darted out to taste it. It was warm and slippery, without much of a taste at all except a slight, sexual tang, but the moment it soaked into his tastebuds he remembered _exactly_why he loved sucking cock. Connie's doubts faded away, and with a concerted effort, he managed to curl up tightly enough that his cock prodded at his lips.

The husky pursed his lip, pressed them against his leaky tip, and then thrust just a little deeper. He barely managed to get the head into his mouth, but the moment he did - the moment that sweet, wet heat enveloped his manhood - he couldn't help but moan around it. His cock felt so sensitive, rewarding him with another squirt of precum, but it was his lips that really loved that sexy sensation. Mh. He was natural born cocksucker, wasn't he? That was why he loved doing it, after all, whether intimately in bed, in a public restroom like a good slut, or even in the middle of an orgy, glutting on as much cock as he wanted until they all painted him with hot, thick cum.

Connie barely had time to prepare. It felt too good. He came almost immediately once his tongue coiled around his cock. It swelled, throbbed, and then the husky's mind was awash with pleasure and his mouth full of warm, sticky cum. It tasted wonderful,_and Connie gulped it down eagerly, moaning as he relished in the feeling of it sliding down his throat, accompanied by those ecstatic spasms and jerks as he shivered, drinking every spurt of his cum. This was _exactly why he liked doing it so much. The reward was to tasty and so tangible.

Connie only wished there'd been more cocks to suck, and maybe a spare to pound into his tight little ass while he serviced the others.

Eventually, after what felt like forever but was only a few minutes in reality, he uncoiled and slumped down onto his bed. He could still taste cum on his lips, tongue, and even breath, and though his own cock was satisfied, he still found himself wishing for more. That was the state in which he drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with those suggestions that had been implanted into his mind. Of servicing countless males, letting them use him, and enjoying every last moment of it.

When he woke up, though, Connie felt more than a little self-conscious. He remembered the past day, and blushed fiercely as he did. Just how horny had he gotten, and for that matter, what'd gotten into him? The conditioning - not having been reinforced yet - had begun to fade, and the relative clarity of it all made him more than a little self-conscious. He really had sucked himself, hadn't he? And bought an armful of women's clothing, that was still on him.

Not that it didn't look good on him, but... well, it did look good on him. The thought of going to the clinic like this excited him.

Should I, though?

That little nagging voice of doubt was quiet, but it was still there. The hypnosis had definitely done something to him. Could he risk doing it again? He weighed the possibilities. Being a little more outgoing and horny couldn't hurt. On the other hand, it didn't seem like it was really him. Still, he reasoned that Max would probably revert the whole thing once he was done, which would be today. The rottweiler couldn't be planning on making it permanent. Maybe he should, though.

Connie shook his head. It didn't matter what he thought, he still had to show up for the second part of the trial so he'd get that bump for his grades. Maybe he'd just take it a little easy this time, instead of surrendering fully. Just in case the experimental treatment was why he was constantly thinking about cock.

When he showed up for the trial later, he was dressed in the skirt and socks, though owing to the cool weather, he'd opted to put on a hoodie instead of the tight shirt he'd purchased. It only felt appropriate. Noticing eyes drawn to him excited Connie a little too, though with the first session's influence wearing off, he didn't quite dare to meet any of those gazes.

"Well, look at you. Someone's all dressed up," he heard a voice call out behind him the moment he arrived at the entrance. It was Max, of course. "What's the occasion?"

"Um, well, I don't now... I just felt like it?" he offered.

"Totally fair. A pretty young thing like you can dress however he likes, anyway" the rottweiler beamed. "Want to get started? Today's session will be a little more intense."

Connie nodded eagerly before he even heard that little disclaimer at the end. If being stared at earlier had made him feel sexy, being called pretty by the professor nearly made his heart leap out of his chest in excitement.

There had been some changes to the experiment room, though. This time, there was an additional attachment to the headset. Something just below the display. A...

"Yep, for full immersion in the next session, you'll have to have that in your mouth, too," Max grinned. "It's modelled after mine, if that helps."

...a canine dildo. Very life-like. Connie licked his lips instinctively, though that voice of doubt was a little louder, now. There was no mistaking the intent here, not with that addition. The husky already knew it'd feel fantastic between his lips, but did he really want it?

"You do want to finish the experiment, don't you?" Max prodded. "Don't worry, nothing will happen that you don't want to happen."

Of course, there was the fact that the conditioning would make him want quite a few more things than he had before, but mentioning that would only get in the way.

Slowly but deliberately, Connie made his way to the chair. Remembering - if only vaguely - how good it'd felt last time actually had his cock swelling the moment he sat down, and with only his overly short skirt and a pair of thin panties to cover himself, it was very obviously visible, too.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. It's only natural to get horny," Max grinned. "Let's get you started. I bet you'll feel a lot less awkward after this one. Now, open wide."

Connie did so a little too eagerly. The dildo was high quality, and already warm, and it just felt good to wrap his lips around. Soon after, he was once again blind and deaf but for the suggestions the headset would soon be giving him. That left the husky with a few moments to consider what he was actually doing, strapped into a chair with a warm and oddly life-like replica of his professor's cock in his mouth, letting himself be hypnotized into... well, he could only imagine, but going by how he'd changed in the last few hours, he had a pretty good idea of what Max was trying to do.

It excited him all too much. The he felt something wrap around his neck. Something leathery and tight clasped around his throat by Max's strong hands. A collar. That might've been a little too much, but before Connie could do anything, the rhythmic, pulsating sound began again, and he felt his head swim as his vulnerable mind immediately welcomed being put under.

"You are a gay sissy slut," it said. "You want to pleasure every man around you."

Suddenly he was surrounded by naked men, all sporting impressive erections. Obediently, Connie opened his mouth - at least he did so in the simulated reality - and the first slid his cock in between the husky's sensitive lips. It squirted something warm against the back of his throat, and Connie immediately swallowed without asking questions. Soon afterwards, he began to feel even warmer and hornier, his mind growing hazier as the video continued on. What he didn't know was that Max had set the dildo up to feed him steady spurts of aphrodisiac.

The college hadn't approved that part. In fact, they hadn't approved any of this; as far as they knew, he was experimenting with hypnosis for smoking cessation. Getting the ethics committee to sign off on pumping students full of aphrodisiac drugs was hard enough; getting them to do so when the drug had a known side effect of lowered intelligence was impossible. Max, truthfully, had wondered if he should go through with it a few times, but in the end, his libido had won out. The thought of turning an otherwise average student into a feminized gay slut was just too powerful for morals to get in the way.

Besides, it was blatantly obvious that Connie wanted it anyway, going by how hard his cock was. On a whim, Max reached to tug his panties off, and Connie's swollen cock sprung free. He was definitely bigger than average by now, the rottweiler realized with a wide grin. Suitable eyecandy for him and... well, his friends, soon enough. The husky would make for a delightful party favor in the coming weekend. The only thing Max had to keep in mind was to not leave the husky in the simulation for too long, or the overdose on aphrodisiacs combined with the hypnosis might leave Connie permanently dumb and slutty.

Still, he could feel himself swelling to full hardness too, watching the husky's cock bob as he continued sucking on the rubber cock stuck into his mouth, and especially the cute pink pucker between his shapely cheeks, left nicely on display with how the chair was constructed. God, the husky was practically made to be a cocksleeve. Briefly, he considered having some fun with Connie himself, right then and there, but Max couldn't allow himself to be distracted. Even though he had some ulterior motives, the study was still real science. Just not for the university.

The dildo seemed synced with the video feed, with the simulated male thrusting into his mouth. Each squirt made the fogginess in Connie's mind denser, his lust going from a tingle of desire to a raging wildfire that was consuming his thoughts even more than the suggestions were. Yes, he was a gay slut, yes, he lived_for cock, _yes, he'd pleasure every male that asked to be pleasured, letting them use any part of him as long as they came in or on him... he _needed_it, he'd never feel happy if he hadn't recently made a sexy cock throb and spurt. All thoughts of a more academic future, or even a career, slowly seemed to melt and drip out of him with the plentiful precum drooling from his rock-hard shaft. In the simulation, he was mindlessly feasting on endless different cocks offered to him by strangers he didn't even know. In reality, his cock was throbbing wildly, quickly nearing orgasm.

Seeing it all was having an effect on Max, too. Maybe he could have a quick go to give the husky's ass its first filling, tainting his purity with cum for the very first time. If he was quick enough he'd probably manage to unplug Connie in time, too. It was a risk, but in the end, Max was just a horny man himself too, with a propensity for letting his cock do the thinking, and the sight of the husky's pucker clenching and twitching with evident need was too much for him to resist.

He groaned, unbuttoning his jeans and fishing out his equally hard cock, quickly positioning himself between the husky's spread legs. Gods, I really shouldn't, some voice of doubt called out in the back of his head, but he just had to be the one to claim the adorable husky's virginity. And so, he lubed himself up, mostly with his own plentiful precum, and nudged his cock into that clearly desperate hole, sliding a few inches deep with practiced ease. Connie wasn't the first virgin student he'd fucked, or would fuck, but the situation made it all so much more intense. The fact that he was so close to orgasm that his hole was clenching around him already made it even better.

Normally, Max had a lot of endurance, but he could feel his heavy balls starting to tighten almost immediately, even though his thrusts were slow and deliberate. The young husky's body was practically worshipping his cock, so achingly eager for its first breeding.

The simulation that Connie was engulfed in didn't include any anal sex, but his imagination filled in the blanks seamlessly. He was in the middle of an orgy now, sucking every offered cock - because he was a hungry cumslut, like the voice said - or letting them use his ass if they wanted. In his fantasies, though, it wasn't just one male rutting him. It was a rapid slideshow of endless men, all taking turns. The fact that he'd lost his virginity never even dawned on him, as in his modified memories, it wasn't even close to the first time. The slight ache of his pucker stretching hesitantly around a steely cock for the first time in his life, only registered as gasp-inducing pleasure.

He only wondered why it'd taken them so long.

With each shivering thrust, that apparent incongruity between what Connie had thought was real, and what was real to him, felt a little smoother, a little less important. His thoughts were transforming from his usual sharpness to something sluggish and fuzzy, like he couldn't quite think or worry about anything at all except the endless cocks surrounding him. There was a brief flare of anxiety when he realized, if dimly, what was happening. All notions of independence and propriety - of being smart, of making his parents proud - almost seemed to be slowly drooling out of him with each drop of precum.

It felt oddly peaceful, despite the jarring anxiety. Connie somehow knew that If he came, he'd squirt out the rest of those previous aspirations and goals. He'd be a complete slut. A femboy slut who didn't think about anything except his next meal of warm, sticky, yummy cum. His resistance was half-hearted at best. There wasn't really anything he could do anyway, and this was - as far as the husky knew - the life he'd always wanted anyway.

Already, his balls were tightening too, between the warmth of precum-aphrodisiac flooding his mouth with each suckle, and the raw and carnal friction of a thick, meaty canine cock pistoning into him. He felt a knot press at his entrance and instinctively relaxed, letting it push against his hole, wanting to get tied so the handsome dog could breed him properly.

Max's knot slipped in, and he came instantly, giving the young husky's body its first taste of cum in massive, throbbing spurts. As he watched, his hips twitching in the throes of orgasm, and his balls emptying themselves into Connie, the husky came too, hands-free. Max was almost jealous to see the newly-minted femboy's cock begin to throb without even needing to be touched, and even more so to see just how much he came as he painted his chest and belly with warm ropes of cum.

He watched Connie's expression melt from one of intense focus to a vapid, panting smile around the aphrodisiac-squirting dildo as the husky surrendered fully to the pleasure and conditioning. And then he realized Connie had been in the machine for way too long, hurriedly yanking himself out of his gaped ass and the headset off the husky's head.

The rottweiler was greeted by an airheaded giggle from the husky, who apparently saw no real difference between the simulation and reality, who immediately moved to slide a finger into his cum-dripping ass as if it was the most natural thing ever. Gone was the spark of intelligence from his eyes, but instead, the lusty, wanton expression was enough to quickly get Max ready for round two, especially when Connie got on all fours on the chair and raised his tail eagerly, wiggling his slutty rump at the professor.

Screw it all, he could deal with the consequences later.

Connie felt dizzy nearly constantly from that day on. He could barely think at all, but instead of worries, it made him feel oddly liberated. Like his mental to-do list was totally empty, the occasional concern only briefly flashing by before floating away. He felt happy, free of worries, especially given that he was about to go to his handsome professor's party! Yay! He had only barely remembered the invitation at all, but had the brilliant idea of making his phone remind him.

When he arrived at Max's house, he was quickly greeted by not only Max, but three of his friends. An otter, a horse, and a wolf, it seemed. None of them were wearing pants, which Connie liked, because it gave him a perfect excuse to shamelessly stare at their sheaths. The horse was even peeking out already, and his thick equine shaft looked wonderfully tasty! He went inside, swinging his hips as he walked, and let out a surprised but pleasured moan when one of them slid a hand under his skirt and groped his ass. Connie liked that. Being touched by horny men was always a pleasure, with how sexy it made him feel. He stuck his rump out with a happy giggle, leaning against a wall, and soon he felt another hand on his ass, spreading his cheeks wide. He hadn't bothered with the panties at all, and why would he? If they wanted to use his ass, it'd be easier without any useless fabric getting in the way.

"Jeez, where'd you even find this one, Max?" the horse laughed, pressing a finger against Max's almost-virgin pucker and feeling it eagerly relax against the probing digit. "What a slut."

Max did feel a pang of guilt seeing the vapid, horny expression on Connie's face. Equally, he felt a pang of arousal watching the husky thrusting back, letting what was to him a stranger finger him like that, and loving every second of it.

"Hope you're ready for cock, pup," the otter growled, turning the husky around so that he was facing him, and grabbing one of his hands to guide it to his rapidly stiffening shaft. "'cause there's a lot of it for you to worship."

"Mmh," Connie moaned, squeezing tightly around the horse's finger, and then groaning as another one slid into his yawning hole. "I love cock," was all he could muster as a reply. That and another happy giggle as he felt the otter's shaft strain against his palm. Acting purely on impulse, he bent over, letting the horse's hands on his ass support him as he leaned in to kiss the otter's eager cock.

"Good, because you're about to get filled with it, you dirty little cockslut," the horse rumbled, withdrawing his fingers to the sound of a disappointed whine from Connie, only for him to wiggle his ass back at the horse the moment he felt his heavy cock slap against his cheeks.

"Come on, put it inside me already," Connie whined, his tail wagging wildly. "Mmh, tasty..." he added, as he gave the otter's cock a loving lick, all the way from base to tip, and then moaned happily as he engulfed it into his mouth. He went to work with passionate abandon, immediately lashing his tongue over every inch of stiff ottercock, determined to make it throb and fill his mouth with that tasty cream. It just felt so wonderfully right against his plump lips.

"That's... nngh, gods, what a good slut," the otter groaned.

"We'll see about that, I bet he's not had a stallion before," the horse snorted, and then nudged his already-flaring tip against Connie's pucker, smeared a quick squirt of lube over his cock, and then thrust.

Connie's eyes went wide as he had what felt like a warm baseball bat forced into him. Thankfully, the hypnosis and drugs had reshaped his body enough that it didn't hurt, but he still felt so immensely full and stretched. He loved every moment of it, even pushing back needily as he kept slurping on the otter's offered cock. A third cock prodded at the side of his muzzle only moments later, and dutifully, the husky moved to worship that one with his mouth, lathering the slick, hot member with loving licks and kisses while pumping the other one with his soft hands.

The sight of it, of course, was enough to have Max himself raging hard. He'd held back to see how well his student-turned-test-subject took to being surrounded by cocks, but it seemed he was a natural, and it was truthfully hard to tell where the conditioning ended and his own desires began.

"Mh, he's taking it like a champ. Tight as a vice, too," the horse snorted, starting to rock his hips slowly and leisurely, relishing the feeling of Connie's tight pucker milking his length. "Must've had a lot of cocks inside him... rrf, I love these young sluts."

That was how Connie remembered it. False memories had all but replaced his real ones, and so he could recall going to the gay clubs in town to offer his mouth and ass at the gloryholes. Just about every gay student and half the professors at the college had been under his tail, too, and he loved having that reputation of being an easy cum dumpster, feeling their spent seed soaking into his panties of oozing down his legs, wearing every stain of cum as a badge of honor. Sure, none of that had actually happened, but it would, and there was very little difference at this point regardless, not when he was merrily getting spitroasted by two cocks and stroking one - no, two, Max had just joined and presented his canine shaft - of them in anticipation of them sliding into him too.

The horse's thrusts sped up, each buck of his hips forcing the otter's cock deeper into Connie's relaxed throat, but he couldn't quite catch up to the otter's head start. Connie's head was still bobbing up and down on the otter's tool, and he was enjoying every inch of it. Every twitch and bump of the his cock on his taste buds sent a thrill coursing through his groin and into his ass, where the horse's was rutting into him. The fingers digging into his sides only served to drill that pleasure deeper into Connie's mind.

To his mouth, the otter's cock was still an object of beauty, like some icon of pure lust, and he would have willingly kept that solid, masculine rod in his mouth indefinitely. It wasn't until he heard the otter's warning that Connie realized just how long he'd been sucking him off.

"G-get ready to swallow, pup," the otter grunted. "Gonna c-cum!"

His grip around Connie's head tightened, his cock twitched, and Connie knew exactly what that meant. He was about to get his mouth filled with tasty cum, his tongue practically swirling around the otter's glans to make it happen faster. And only a moment later, it happened. His cock jerked and then erupted, his balls tight against his body as they emptied every last drop of warm, thick cum directly down Connie's throat. There was enough backwash that plenty of it rolled over his tongue too, and he savored the salty, masculine taste, tasting the otter's seed like it was a fine wine.

He was dangerously close to cumming, himself. Not only did he love sucking cock, but the horse's thick cock was battering his warm, tingling prostate for all it was worth, and the equine was starting to flare, too.

The otter pulled out, wiping his cock off on Connie's muzzle, which he accepted happily, and almost immediately the wolf took his place, presenting the husky with a new, tasty cock to worship. He did so eagerly. The horse continued to fuck him roughly, and Connie found himself getting totally lost in the intense sensations, losing track of time.

The horse didn't last much longer. He didn't bother warning Connie, instead suddenly hilting inside him and letting his cock fill the slutty husky with what felt like gallons of warm stallion-spunk. The heated pressure against his prostate was enough to push Connie over the edge, and he moaned passionately as his own cock began to pulse and throb. He came harder than ever before, filling the room with his cock-muffled cries as his body shuddered from head to toe. Rope after rope of hot cum coated the floor beneath him as he rode out his orgasm for what felt like an eternity, spurting his own cummy mess all over Max's floor. He could only hope that they'd make him lick that up, too; it'd be a shame to waste.

All the men took turns on him; some of them, like Max, took several. In the end, Connie's once-shiny fur was matted with drying cum, his ass gaping and drooling with plenty of wonderful heat. He felt so very used, but also loved, knowing he'd made all those beautiful cocks feel good enough for them to grant him their cum. He couldn't get enough of their thick shafts, eagerly sucking and slurping on them until all of them were utterly satisfied and their balls had emptied completely inside or on him. Every time he felt another warm stream of cum soak into his fur, Connie moaned and writhed against the men's bodies, letting them use him as much as they wanted.

In the end, he was left trembling and spent as they panted above him in satisfaction, the husky in turn smiling up at them all with dim happiness sparkling in his eyes. He'd be doing a lot more of this, and Max would be there to guide him along every step, taking him to clubs and offering him around. After all, thanks to his little misstep in the experiment, the husky was his responsibility now. A very, very pleasurable responsibility that made sure that neither Max nor any of his friends and acquaintances ever had to feel pent up again. Perhaps it wasn't the career his parents had wanted for him, or really what he had wanted before, but somewhere, in the depths of Connie's mind that retained a glimmer of intelligence, he knew it was much better than some boring desk job.