A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away

I gasped, waking up with a jolt and feeling the gag in my mouth. Somehow I had managed to fall asleep during the night, despite my jaw hurting like hell and the handcuffs digging into my skin. I could barely manage to roll over with the kink in my neck and the cuffs attaching my feet to the bottom of the bed.

A gentle breeze through the window helped evaporate all the sweat from my body. As I looked in the mirror that Matt had placed in my room, I saw that I had grey skin. It took some further examination to realize that it was not my skin that was grey, but that my entire body was now covered by fine grey hairs.

I groaned loudly, eager to have the gag removed. I was in no mood to comply with my insane roommate, and knew he’d probably do unspeakable things to me, but my jaw was so sore. It felt like it had locked up and seized, biting the gag and unable to be moved. My only goal right now was to get the damn thing out.

It took a few more minutes until he finally came in to check on me. “How’d you sleep, Derpy?”

“Mmphk mmphhhuuu.” I struggled against the restraints and began to cry. The gag was cutting into my cheeks on top of everything else, and my throat was bone dry. A wet spot on the bed marked where I had drooled during the night.

“Aww, are you okay, Derpy? I can make it all better… would you like that?”

I couldn’t even bring myself to look up at him, and just nodded my head.

“Good.” He climbed on top of me on the bed and sat on my chest, pinning my arms and body to the bed. He leaned over, licking a tear off my check, and placing his hands over my throat. “Because, if you would rather die than be my pet, I can make it happen. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.”

He tightened his grip around my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Is that what you want? Should I kill you and get it over with?”

My cheeks burned and my eyes start to bulge out a bit. I shook my head no as hard as I could.

“So when I take this gag out, you’re not going to scream for help or do anything to make me have to punish you?”

Again I shook my head no, desperate to do anything to make him stop. He released his grip and sat up. Matt pulled out a key and unlocked the gag, and then began to unstrap it. After a minute he was able to completely remove the straps. He placed a hand over my neck in case I screamed, then pulled the ball gag out.

I tried to close my jaw and the pain increased tenfold. It took all my focus to clamp my mouth shut as I screamed in pain, managing to muffle the sound just enough to not anger Matt. Tears flowed freshly again as as every muscle in my face burned from the soreness and cramps the gag had caused me overnight.

Matt let go of my neck, and I flinched in shock as I felt him stroking the sides of my face. “Shit, Derpy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for the gag to hurt you that much. Are you okay, sweetie?”

My jaw was trembling and I couldn’t open it more than a fraction of an inch before the muscles spasmed in pain. I nodded weakly, sniffling as I did so. Matt just continued to stroke my cheeks gently. I wanted to be angry at him, to yell at him, but I couldn’t. Even if he was taunting me with his kindness, the gentleness in his touch was sweeter than honey.

“I brought you breakfast, but did you get a good look at yourself yet?” Matt got up and moved the mirror to a better angle. “You’re coming along nicely.”

The first thing I noticed as I looked in the mirror, aside from my new grey fur, was that my hair had finished turning blonde. As I looked at my long hair, I noticed my ears were angled to a point, like a pony’s. They seemed a little too high on my head, and I reached my cuffed hands up to touch them. My ears pivoted out of the way as a thick fingernail scraped them.

Looking at my hands, there was no longer any visible sign of my fingers on them. The thick fingernail had swallowed them up. Just barely I thought I could see a curled fist inside the massive hoof. On the side of my hoof was a tiny nub that I could wiggle, which had to have been my thumb. Now that I had no fingers, I definitely wouldn’t be escaping. However, if he let his guard down, I could hit him with one of these hooves and possibly turn the tables enough to convince him to unlock the front door.

They next thing wrong with my body as I examined it in horror was my nipples. They were now even with my belly button, and seemed to have swelled a bit. This inevitably drew my attention to my dick, which was smaller than it had been the time I did the polar bear plunge Freshman year. Nothing but the tip of my cock was visible, and I couldn’t see it twitch at all as my muscles tensed up.

Below that, my testicles seemed to be slowly pulling themselves up into my body. There was the barest of crevices formed between them, and I opened my mouth wordlessly a few times as I realized I’d likely be saying goodbye to the last of my manhood this very day.

Last, I flexed my legs. The bones had shifted a little more, pulling the muscle along with them. There was now a notch in the top back of my leg, in what I think used to be my knee. If I recalled right, it was called a hock, and was a sure sign that my leg had completely shifted its anatomy. My foot seemed to stretch on forever until finally ending in a large hoof.

While I had been distracted, Matt had returned with a large bowl of muffins. He set them down, offering me some bottle water first. As I tried to bite the top of the bottle to drink from it, I glanced in the mirror and saw there was more than the gag causing my jaw pain. My face seemed more rounded and protruded further. My nose had flattened, my eyes seemed just a touch larger, and my jaw was an entirely different shape.

Once I drank my fill I was able to speak again. “P-please, stop.” My lip trembled and my ears folded back as I awaited his answer.

“Why would I do that, Derpy?” He reached back and pulled my tail out from under my legs, stroking the growing appendage. “You’re my pet now, and I have to take care of you.”

I pushed myself up off the bed and looked at him. “Please, my name is Derek, you—”

There was a loud crack as Matt’s hand hit my sore jaw, and I slammed back into the bed. “Your name is Derpy!”

I yelped in pain and flinched, expecting him to hit me again. Instead, I just felt him stroking my neck.

“I’m sorry, Derpy. I didn’t mean to do that. You’ll be good and eat your muffins, right?”

“P-please… no…” I sobbed and opened my eyes to look at him. Matt was glaring at me, and I could see his hand squeezing into a fist.

He lifted the bowl up and set it next to me, than held a muffin in front of my mouth. I gasped as his other hand stroked across my changing sex. His knuckle brushed what was left of the head of my dick, causing my whole body to jolt.

“Just one? You must be hungry?” Matt pushed the muffin against my lips.

I looked at him, the muffins, and down at my cuffed hooves. I tried to push his hand away from my dick, only to realize my arms seemed small compared to his. It wasn’t much, however, my arms were definitely much thinner now. Giving into my despair, I took a bite of the muffin.

Even though I knew the muffin would seal my fate, it tasted even better than ever before. I had finished the whole muffin in one more greedy bite. As I did so, Matt’s finger slid between the two mounds of flesh in my groin. The slit wasn’t more than half an inch deep, the bare beginnings of a pussy, but the shifting nerve endings still lit up in pleasure.

“Good, Derpy, one more?”

I felt the next muffin against my lips, and the finger between my legs stopped stroking. Not wanting the good feelings to stop, I ate the muffin. This was my only reprieve: to obey, and feel a little better about myself.

As more muffins were fed to me I felt a growing disgust. I knew I shouldn’t eat these, but I couldn’t stop. Between their moist, delicious taste and his gentle, constant fondling of my newly forming blossom, I had no choice but to eat.

The only thing to stop me from eating was the growing discomfort in my stomach. It was growling and I could feel it tossing and turning as too many muffins were forced into it. I stopped eating, looking down to see a bulge in my stomach. It was a small one, and reminded me of when I’d eat a huge thanksgiving meal. I could feel my stomach and that my belly was filling up with food.

“Come on, you’re not done, Derpy.”

“My name is Dere—” I froze, jerking my head back to look at him. I had absentmindedly said something stupid and expected him to hit me. Instead, he just stuck another muffin against my lips.

“Eat. Now.” Matt stopped rubbing between my legs. “You’re finished when I say you’re finished.”

I moaned, looking at the bowl. I’d only finished about half of them. With slow bites I was able to get the muffin down. “Water, please.”

Matt sighed, getting up to go get another bottle of water. I had bought myself a moment to recover, but it was a brief respite. Once he returned and I took a couple sips, he stuck the second muffin to my lips.

With my stomach spasming I didn’t want to open my lips, and just laid there as if I were dead. A moment later I felt his fingers pinch one of my nipples, causing me to gasp. Matt pushed the muffin forward, and half of it was bitten off into my mouth.

“Eat.”

I wanted to punch him so badly, to end his broken record routine. My body was eating as fast as it could. He should have been happy I was eating at all, as I should be struggling and screaming right now.

Finally, with my stomach close to bursting, he said the kindest thing I’d ever heard. “Last muffin.”

I nearly cried in joy, taking tiny bites of the muffin into my mouth. Matt resumed stroking my underdeveloped pussy, pressing hard between the two mounds of flesh. My tiny slit seemed moist compared to earlier and he was able to rub his finger up and down faster.

My body was more eager to eat the food as he pleased me, and I was making good progress on the muffin. After a few more minutes I finished it, letting out a groan of relief.

In response to finishing my breakfast, Matt sped up his fingering and began to rub my tits with his hand. Shocked, I bucked back in the bed, helpless to pull away. In seconds, he had pushed me to an orgasm, which rocked my bound body. Small amounts of my semen, perhaps the last I’d ever produce, shot out of my tiny dick. At the same time, I felt wave after wave of orgasm, lasting longer than any I had as a male.

Once I was done panting, I felt Matt stroking my cheek again. It was a little bit creepy to have him keep doing this, but it beat the alternative. “Good pony. I can’t wait until the change finishes and I can fill you with my cock.”

I grimaced, letting out a soft growl. “Why don’t I suck you off?” I said sarcastically. If he was stupid enough to put his dick in my mouth, I would happily bite it off while I still had incisor teeth.

“Oh? You’d do that for me, Derpy? And after eating all those muffins? Thank you!” Matt got up, giggling, as he grabbed something off the dresser.

“Yeah, I, uh… really need your dick, master, let me suck it.” I forced a smile, realizing I may have oversold it a little bit.

“Sure thing!” He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, then took off his boxers. While he climbed on the bed I caught my reflection in the mirror, noting my golden eyes. They hadn’t been that color this morning as far as I could recall. Also, one of them seemed to twitch and move out of place, causing me to lose focus.

“Just stick it—mmph!” As I was about to entice him further to let me bite his dick off, he stuck a metal ring in my mouth. Matt strapped it tightly against my head. With some horror, I realized it was a ring gag.

“Sorry, Derpy, but you’ve still got some sharp teeth and there’s nothing worse during a blow job than teeth scraping against your shaft.”

My stomach rumbled loudly, and I realized my mistake. I literally could not have stomached another bite, and now I was about to have the first load of semen in my life shot down my throat. It would be a miracle on par with immaculate conception if I didn’t vomit all over when he came. Maybe, just maybe, he would pull out. However, nothing I’d seen so far suggested he had that much humanity in him.

With my body effectively bound to the bed, it was up to Matt to sit down on my pillow and position my head over his cock. I folded my legs under my belly so I could squat over his dick. With great disgust I realized his bare ass was now on my pillow, and it’d likely get cum and other fluids on it. He was unlikely to do laundry, which meant for the rest of my hellish stay, I’d be sleeping in his slop.

“Mmphph mmgggrr…” I drooled out of the gag, and he moved my head so it landed on his cock.

“I love you too, Derpy.” Matt pushed my head down onto his shaft.

In an instant, I felt the warm tip enter my mouth and smear a salty, bitter precum across my tongue. I instantly tried to gag and spit it out, but it was worthless. My tongue was pinned against his dick as he rubbed it back and forth.

Matt wasn’t particularly well endowed, but already he’d begun to poke the back of my throat. Each time he did so, my entire stomach tensed up to vomit. At this rate, even if I had not eaten fifty billion muffins, I would vomit soon. With no choice as I did not want to see what happens if I vomited, I tried to relax and imagine that his cock was a delicious raspberry muffin instead.

Through trial and error, and a great deal of close calls, I was able to take his dick into my throat without choking or throwing up. Matt was roughly face-fucking me and pushing my head up and down his cock, leaving none of it up to me. Unable to set a pace I just held on and felt the tears streaming down my face.

At least, I felt something warm hit the back of my throat and coughed. The smell of semen filled my nostrils, and a warm strand of it started to drip out my nose. Matt’s next load landed on my tongue, before he thrust back into my throat. The remaining loads seemed to alternate, half landing in my mouth where I could only lazily drool them out, and half in my throat, where I struggled to swallow.

“Fuck yeah, thank you, Derpy!” Matt pulled me off him and let me fall limp to the side. He got up and left the room, leaving me laying there next to a puddle of drool and cum on my bed. I whimpered, wishing I’d choked to death on his dick and died instead of living in this hell. At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder who would deliver the mail if I died. I had a responsibility and needed to be a good pony for Matt.

Minutes later he returned, setting a laptop down on my dresser. He had paused the video on it and I recognized it as part of the My Little Pony intro. “I brought you something to watch while I’m in class.” He then came over and took out the ring gag, allowing me to move my jaw and relieve the soreness.

“Please, just go…” I gulped, and looked on in horror as he put the ring gag away and carried a ball gag over. “N-no! I won’t scream, I won’t!”

“Sorry, Derpy, I don’t trust you yet.”

I snapped my mouth shut and huffed, sealing my lips tightly.

“Derpy, if you want me to trust you, you’ll take the gag willingly.”

I shook my head.

“It’d make me very happy, Derpy.”

“Okay, master!” I smiled, and felt the ball gag slip in behind my teeth before I was jolted out of my trance. It was as if my personality had been replaced ever so briefly by the cheerful, carefree mailmare from the show. I hadn’t thought twice as I complied with his demand, and it horrified me.

“I knew you’d see reason!” Matt hit play on the laptop. “It’s got 6 hours set up so you’ll be fine. Have fun!” He left the room, closing the door behind him.

Sighing, I wiggled up to the pillow and rested my head on it, feeling the cold puddle in the bed dripping against my shoulder. While the show played I couldn’t help but think about my lapse of judgement moments earlier, and how I could have been so submissive.