Chapters A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away
I flew up above the fridge and dusted it off with a few beats of my wings. The feather duster in my mouth made quick work of the last of the stubborn dust bunnies. The top of the cabinets was next. I must have forgotten to do them last month because they were very dusty.
As I cleaned the top cabinet, I sneezed and dropped the duster. I flew down and landed on my hooves to pick it up. I blinked a couple times to help focus my eyes, and bit the duster to pick it back up. A grey feather fell off my wing and landed on the tile.
I set the duster back down and grabbed the feather, then stuck it into the base of the feather duster. It was so convenient to have all these spare feathers molting. Usually I could make three or four new dusters from all the feathers I shed.
The cuckoo clock began to chime in the living room. It was five, which meant my master would be home soon. I was so excited, because he always took the best care of me. I had to be a good pet if I wanted a reward, so I rushed to my room.
Under the stairs was a small closet where I lived, and in a small dresser was my french maid’s outfit. I quickly put it on, making sure to get everything just right incase Master had a bad day at work.
The sound of his truck pulling up was one I had learned well. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the duster, now dressed fully as a maid, and began to dust the countertops. They were already clean, but my master said loved seeing “my pert ass in a maid’s outfit.” He says the way I fly around at his eye level is really sexy, and that I’m his favorite little muffin.
When the door opened, I suppressed a giddy giggle and continued cleaning. Master walked over to me and grabbed me by the hips, then using an arm, pinned my wings to my side.
“Master? Bad day?”
He grunted, carrying me off towards his room.
I could tell by the way he was squeezing me he had been through an awful day. He normally was a bit gentler when he wanted to use me, but I was a good pet and would never complain.
He tossed me on the bed and pinned me there by my shoulders. I heard his pants unzipping.
The tip of my right wing was jammed under his hand, hurting me. “Please, Master, I don’t know what went wrong.”
My wing was freed as he fixed his grip, but he put his other hand on my head and jammed my face into the comforter. I could barely breath as he pinned it there and used his free hand to push my skirt up, and then hold me still.
Master slid a finger inside my wet slit to see if I was ready for him. He shoved his cock inside with no foreplay, bottoming out in one motion. I moaned for him, knowing he liked it, but the comforter muffled the moan.
He pulled back and slammed forward, his balls slapping against my tits. The next thrust was even harder, slamming his hips into mine, and my hips into the mattress.
I bit my lip, knowing better than to cry. Master had a bad day, I knew this. I also knew that I was the only pony who could make it all better. That’s why I never complained.
His thrusting sped up quickly, and despite the pain I felt my own orgasm approaching. Pain was so commonplace that sometimes I thought it was Master’s way of showing he loved me. After all, my body had learned to enjoy the pain, so that must mean it is a good thing.
Master was close now. He thrust three times as hard as he could, grunting loudly. I could hear the puddle of drool beneath my mouth making a “schlopping” sound as he rubbed my face in it.
Finally he bottomed out, and I enjoyed the small orgasm he had given me. My pussy milked his cock of every drop of semen. It felt so amazing to know I’d made my master happy, even if he wouldn’t say it.
When he pulled out my loose cunt was aching from the abuse. He let go of my head, and I stood up and faced him. “Thank you, Master, I love you.”
He smiled. “You’re a good pet, I feel better now. Come on.” He patted his leg as a signal to follow him to the kitchen.
Once I got there, he was already putting a few muffins in my bowl along with some water. “Thanks!” I ran over and leaned my head down to eat the chocolate muffins out of the bowl on the floor. Master always took great care to find me the best muffins money could buy.
“Did you finish the chores?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do the laundry?”
I swallowed the large bite of muffin in my mouth and took a quick drink from the bowel of water. “Yes, Master.”
“Good, I want you in the nurse outfit at breakfast tomorrow.”
“Of course, anything for you! Oh, and would you like me to get the flat rate postage box to sleep in tonight?”
“No, Derpy, you can sleep with me tonight.”
“Oh, I get to be your little muffin! Thank you!”
Master picked up my bowls and dropped them in the sink for me to clean in the morning. He then pulled off my maid outfit and tossed it in the dirty laundry.
I went to his room and he soon joined me, picking me up and pulling back the covers. He set me down and stripped naked, then laid down next to me.
He pulled me close to his chest and rested his hands on my flanks, rubbing them and occasionally teasing me by letting a stray finger graze my marehood. I loved to be cuddled, and he loved to hear me whimper and beg for his cock.
Master continued to rub my side as he fell asleep, wrapping his left arm around my chest.
A gentle breeze blew through the bedroom window, the fresh air revitalizing me. I suddenly became lucid of the fact that I was nothing but a sex toy.
I sighed, looking out the window while I was still lucid. “I’m happy like this,” I whispered to the moon, “But I do remember what it was like before…”
A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away
2. Part of a Balanced Breakfast.
Five Years Earlier...
I walked up the stairwell to my room on the third floor. The dorms I had moved into this year were fairly new and not full yet. It would be me and my roommate sharing a common room, kitchen, and bathroom in Room 312. Three of the other twelve rooms were filled so far, and by the end of the semester they’d all be full as well.
This would be my junior year and I was looking forward to getting back in the swing of things after a long summer vacation. My only concern was getting a roommate that I didn’t like, as I get annoyed quite easily. There was nothing worse than getting done with class and my job delivering mail throughout the dorms than to get to my room and have an obnoxious roommate interrupting my studies.
The staircase finally ended and I stopped for a moment to rest against the wall, catching my breath. They really should have spent the extra money for some more elevators. There was only one elevator in this dorm building and already it had been vomited in three times over the summer. The smell was revolting and no matter how many times they cleaned the vomit out, it seemed to linger in the cracks between the linoleum and the panel walls.
Besides, I’d be a bit less pudgy from taking the stairs every day. This was nothing compared to the pain of moving all my belongings into the dorm, and with the first day of class tomorrow my roommate should be here by now.
I walked across the cheap, thin carpet to my room at the end of the hall. The card reader beeped twice as I slid my card through and the door clicked open. I pushed it in and heard the television was on.
“Hello?”
“Yo!” The person in the other room didn’t bother to get up. “What’s up?”
My new roommate had been shopping, which would come in handy as long as he wasn’t one of those people who marked all their food. The muffins he had on the counter in particular looked good.
I walked past my room and tossed my backpack in it. The sounds from the living room were awfully lively and I could hear cartoonish characters speaking. When I walked in on him in the living room, he was watching some colorful ponies in a cartoon. I was at a loss for words, but to each their own.
He turned and saw me standing there with my eyebrow raised. “Oh, you seen this episode yet?”
“Episode of what?”
“My Little Pony.”
I sighed and shook my head. “No. I’m Derek, by the way.”
“Oh yeah, I’m Matt. Nice to meet you.”
He stood up to shake my hand and I saw the T-Shirt he was wearing. It prominently featured a grey pony with blond hair, and the most ridiculous wall-eyes I’d ever seen. I couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s that?”
“Hmm?” He glanced down and back up. “Oh, that’s Derpy.” He took my hand and shook it.
“Okay… I, uh, have some work to do before class tomorrow. Just don’t make too much noise and we’ll get along fine.”
“Sure thing, boss.” He sat back down to watch more of his show.
As I walked towards the kitchen my stomach rumbled and I realized I was long past due for a meal. He must have heard it rumble, because he shouted to me from across the room. “Hey, feel free to help yourself to some of the food I bought. The muffins are my favorite.”
I entered the kitchen and looked around, finding a glass and some milk. The muffins on the counter did look pretty good, and a couple chocolate muffins would definitely hit the spot. My stomach rumbled again as I smelt them. They looked like the kind you’d buy in mass at Costlow Supermarket.
Glancing back to make sure he was still watching his cartoons, I grabbed three and took them with the milk to my room. He did say to help myself, after all.
Once in my room I sat down at the computer and fired up reddit to see what had happened on the internet today. I glanced at the muffins and milk and unwrapped one, then took a tentative bite.
The muffin was moist, almost too moist for a store-bought muffin. It melted in my mouth and I barely even got thirsty as I took a few more bites. It tingled a bit and felt warm, and I looked down at the wrapper in front of me.
Delicious Muffins, just like mom used to make. Don’t sacrafice quality or nutrition for good taste! Made from all-natural, FDA-approved ingredients bought from local farmers who don’t use chemicals …
I flipped it over, eager to get past the nonsense and see the nutrition information. I finished off the muffin and unwrapped a second to eat while I looked at it. The ingredient list did look pretty standard, with whole wheat, unbleached flour, and other natural ingredients. There seemed to be a few I didn’t recognize, likely preservatives.
Produced by Sugarcube Corner Inc. Dubuque, IA...
My finger got bitten as it pushed the last bit of muffin into my mouth. I pulled it back and shook my head before unwrapping the third muffin. There was no way I would be losing weight this semester with all these muffins around. I vowed that this would be my very last muffin, before devouring it.
After half an hour of getting my stuff ready for class tomorrow, I was too tired to continue. My weekend must have really tired me out as it was barely eight in the evening, but I did have class early so I hit the hay all the same.
Once I’d taken off my clothes and gotten in bed, I quickly fell asleep.
I began to toss and turn in the middle of the night while I had strange dreams. In them, there were spiders crawling all over my body making it itch furiously. Finally, I tossed the sheets off of me and groaned as I set up. My body was drenched in sweat and my skin itched from head to toe.
“Fuck my life,” I muttered. This wasn’t how I wanted my first day of junior year to go. I hadn’t had insomnia since freshman year when I had been much more stressed and less confident of my abilities.
It couldn’t hurt to take a quick shower and cool down, so I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts. There was a fan in my room, so I pulled the chain to turn it onto high, and I opened the window.
As I looked out into the night sky, a cool breeze swept through the room and I could feel myself relaxing. It was a lovely night outside, maybe I could take a stroll if I couldn’t fall asleep.
The common area of the dorm was quiet, and aside from the box set of My Little Pony on the coffee table, completely devoid of signs of my roommate. At least he wasn’t one of those computer science guys who stayed up until four in the morning every night, only to wake up around two the next day. On the other hand, now I’d have to be careful not to wake him up.
The bathroom was small but had all the typical things a college student would need: toilet, sink, and shower. I closed the door and turned on the lights, looking at my face to find the skin red and puffy. I groaned loudly as I rubbed at my cheeks, causing the itching to stop for just a moment.
It looked like I’d been out in the sun too long, and my hair seemed to have lightened a bit. Perhaps it was a trick of the light or my illness, either way I didn’t want to explain to three different teachers why I’d missed the first day of class on top of spending the first few days of school sick in my dorm room.
I shook my head and climbed in the shower and hoped that this was all an allergy to the detergent I’d used on my bedsheets or something stupid that’d be easy to fix. The warm water almost stung, so I adjusted it until it was nice and cool.
Once I’d gotten clean I just sat in the shower and let the water run over me, soothing the aches until my skin had stopped itching. While I sat there, I examined my skin, noticing I seemed to be a bit hairier than I recalled. It was very fine hair, almost grey, all around my longer brown hairs. I had to squint before finally shrugging and putting it out of my mind. I’d learned in biology humans have just as much, if not more, hair-per-inch than other primates. The difference is how fine ours is.
Finally I turned the water off and grabbed my towel to dry off. I yawned loudly as I left the bathroom and passed by the kitchen, suddenly in the mood for a late night snack. I didn’t feel like cooking and there was still the two dozen muffins my roommate had bought—he wouldn’t miss a couple more.
I took some strawberry muffins back to my room and ate them without bothering to sit down or grab something to drink. This would be a quick snack before I got some more rest for tomorrow.
After I’d eaten the two muffins I laid in bed, still feeling too warm to use the blanket. Instead, I just laid there as the cool night breeze blew in the window and over me. It felt much more comfortable, reminding me just how stuffy the air inside the apartment could get.
Sleep took me as the breeze blew through the room, putting my mind at ease.
The sun fell through the window onto my bed and I rolled over to shield my eyes. The breeze was gone and I found it hard to sleep in without the cool air. I rubbed my eyes and opened them to look at the clock.
The alarm clock next to the bed didn’t quite come into focus. My eyes must have been tired because it took a minute before I could finally make out the time. It was seven fifty, which gave me ten minutes to get to class.
I yawned and snuggled back into the pillow. A moment later, my brain caught up with the program and jolted me awake as I recalled my first class was at eight. I had overslept the alarm.
“Fuck!” I shouted, leaping out of bed and bounding towards my closet to get some clothes on. I grabbed the first pair of shorts I found along with a shirt, and sat down on bed. My ankles ached from when I had jumped out of my bed, and a few patches of my skin still itched. I also seemed to have a sore muscle in my back.
It was just my luck to be sick enough to suffer but not sick enough to ditch class. I rubbed my eyes to get the last bits of drowsiness out of them. One of them was beginning to sting because I had been rubbing them so much and the day had barely started.
With a loud string of expletives I grabbed my backpack and walked towards the door. There were some pop-tarts I had bought that I could eat, but I didn’t have time to heat them up. A few apples sat in a bowl, but I’d never been much of a fruit guy. This left me with the muffins on the counter.
At this point I was feeling pretty bad. When my roommate said I could share his food, I doubt he expected me to eat all of his muffins. Yet as I looked at them, I couldn’t resist. They were just too delicious, and he did tell me to feel free to eat them.
With a quick glance around, I unzipped my backpack and tossed four muffins in, then zipped it back up. I grabbed two blueberry muffins to eat on my way downstairs.
The door locked behind me as I left and entered the stairwell, already working on the second muffin. My stomach was still rumbling and I felt like I had back in high school, when my body was still growing and I could eat everything in sight and still be hungry. Luckily, there was plenty of food back in my dorm room to eat. Maybe later tonight I’d have some macaronni and muffins, or go out for a steak and muffins, though perhaps some muffins would be good too.
Gosh, these things sure are addictive.
By the time I got to class I was five minutes late and wound up sitting in the back of the class. The professor shot me a nasty look, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.
The lecture was long, boring, and monotone. Somewhere around the discussion of the course syllabus and grading system I found myself digging around my backpack for a snack. After a couple minutes of confusion, I lifted it up and looked inside. I knew I had put four muffins in there, yet all I could find was wrappers.
My stomach rumbled but there was little I could do until break. Even then, my next class was across campus in fifteen minutes. I wouldn’t have time to go to the bistro or pizza place to eat. I’d have to grab something at a vending machine.
The bell rang and I dropped my bag, looking around at the students getting up and leaving. I must have zoned out sometime during the lecture. I looked down at my notes to see if the teacher had talked about anything important, but there were no notes, only doodles of food.
I stuffed the notebook into my backpack and rushed towards the door and the nearest set of vending machines. They were in a small, shaded area outside, and I went up to the snack machine first. I looked through the chips and cookies up top, finding nothing that good looking. Down at the bottom was just candy and gum, but there on the side was a chocolate muffin. It sure looked tasty, so I bought it along with a soda.
There was a bench nearby so I sat down to eat, hoping it’d tide me over. I unwrapped it and began to ate it, but it was dry and stale. It wasn’t a very good muffin, nowhere near the quality of the ones back in my dorm room. Yet I was hungry and didn’t have much choice, so I finished it quickly and washed the taste out with the soda.
It didn’t do much to satiate my hunger, but it’d do for now. I headed into the math class and was able to get a seat near the middle this time. I was far enough back that I could mess around or check my phone, yet close enough to actually hear what the teacher said.
The class seemed to drag on forever, yet only ten minutes had gone by. The derivatives and functions we were learning would likely never come in handy anyway, so I began doodling in my book again. My fingers were aching pretty bad, and I looked at how I was holding my pen. It didn’t look like I was holding it wrong, though my fingers were definitely sore.
I sighed and leaned back, pulling at the sore muscle in my back and nearly swearing out loud. This day wasn’t getting any better. Then I saw my roommate walk in late, speaking to the teacher briefly, and then sitting in the back of the class. He didn’t appear to be sick, so I couldn’t blame him for my illness.
Between randomly itching and aching and being hungry I couldn’t focus on the class. My feet were starting to kill me too, and I regretted buying new shoes. When I got home I’d pull my old sneakers out and start wearing them again.
The teacher began to write formulas on the whiteboard, but I was just too distracted to pay any attention. Besides, I just couldn’t seem to focus on objects far away from me.
I slumped down on the table and moaned, deciding to just nap through the rest of the lecture. Judging by the hushed laughter and the teacher’s brief pause, this hadn’t gone unnoticed. Luckily, everyone thought nothing of it and went back to what they had been doing.
After class I raced back to the dorm, eager to eat everything I could get my hands on, and take the longest nap in history. It was a rather shitty first day, but after explaining I wasn’t feeling well, my math teacher decided not to count me as absent for class.
No sooner had I walked into the main building to the dorms, the resident advisor saw me and walked over. “Hey, Derek, here to pick up and deliver the mail?”
I groaned and gave him a blank look. “Come on, I’m exhausted and sick…” It was my job to distribute the mail to the mail slots on each door in the dorms, and it might take the better part of an hour to pass out all of it. Still, I’d gotten certified to deliver mail and it was quite a responsibility. If I just stopped delivering the mail, tons of people wouldn’t get their letters. “On second thought, I guess I can handle it.”
“Glad to hear it, but if you need someone to cover for you, let me know, okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” I frowned and walked over towards the mail room, sliding my ID to get in. I grabbed the bag with the bundles of mail in it, labeled by room, and left. Considering I got paid a small amount and got a discount on staying in the dorms, it was worth a little suffering to keep my job.
As I began passing out the mail I felt a bit relieved, some of the stress melting away. It was easy enough to do for a job, and a very important one. A few times I’d miss the mail slot and drop the letters on the floor. Considering I wasn’t feeling well, I decided being slightly clumsy was to be expected.
The dorms were rather vacant, which I was glad for, as I wasn’t really in the mood to chat. Instead I just hummed a tune while trying to figure out where I’d heard it before, and thinking about what flavor of muffin I’d eat later.
I finally reached the third floor of my dorm, delivering the last stack of mail to my own dorm room and going inside. I tossed my backpack and the mailbag in my room and nearly collapsed on the bed in exhaustion. First I needed to see what my roommate was up to and let him know I wasn’t feeling well. I’m sure he’d keep the noise down or pick my homework up for me if I asked.
Inside the kitchen I looked for the muffins but didn’t see them. It made sense my roommate would hide them after I ate over half of them in the first twelve hours we lived together. He was watching television again so I went in to relax and see what was on.
I plopped down on the couch across from him, moaning as I sank into the cushions and relaxed. “God, I had such a crappy day,” I complained.
“You don’t look so good,” he replied. He looked at me from head to toe, almost looking smug and satisfied. “And I can hear your stomach rumbling. You come down with the flu?”
“I wish. I don’t know what it is. I ache and itch and am always starving. I just wish I had the energy to cook something. I’ve been eating nothing but muffins to save time. Sorry about that, by the way.”
Matt chuckled, and pointed to the coffee table. “Hey, don’t feel bad. I have plenty of them, and I just moved the rest of that box in here to the living room.”
In the middle of the table was a bowl full of wrapped muffins. I instantly smiled, recalling how nasty the “normal” muffins I could get on the campus at vending machines tasted. There were a couple empty wrappers here too, so I could tell Matt had been enjoying them as well.
“Thanks, Matt, you wouldn’t believe how amazing those muffins taste.”
He laughed again. “I think I would. I do buy them all the time, after all.”
“You sure you don’t mind?”
“Nah, eat as many as you want.”
I nodded and reached forward, pulling out as many flavors as I could spot. There was cinnamon swirl, bran, banana nut, strawberry-blueberry fusion, white chocolate, double chocolate, and more. Finally, I realized I’d set thirteen muffins out in front of me.
“Wow, going for the baker’s dozen?” Matt asked.
I blushed, looking away from him nervously. “Sorry, I don’t know what gave me that idea. I’m just hungry is all.”
“Nah, don’t mind me, eat up. My show is almost back on anyway.”
The nearest muffin was bran and I shoved it in my mouth. I’d never tried a bran one before, and judging by the name I expected it to taste nasty. However, it had a sweet taste like brown sugar and a simple natural flavor to it. Once I’d chewed and swallowed that, I turned to see my roommate smiling. “What?”
“Oh, My Little Pony just came back on. I was curious if you were gonna stay to watch.”
I glanced up at the television, finally remembering where I’d heard the tune I was humming while delivering the mail. It was the theme song for this show, and part of me wanted to get up and leave. “I’ll stay and finish the muffins, unless you feel like running out and buying some TV dinners. I usually cook my meals so we’ve got lots of ingredients and nothing I could just ‘heat up’ in the kitchen.”
“Nah, I’m watching the whole second season. I’ll get some groceries tomorrow if you leave me a twenty.”
I nodded as I inhaled the strawberry-blueberry muffin. “Eh, sure.” It was so good to finally be able to eat my fill. The show came on and I did my best to ignore it while I ate. I would finish up and head back to my room. The art style did seem to be growing on me, and by the time I’d eaten my fill I relaxed and watched the show, slowly picking up on who the characters were.
The show ended shortly after, and my roommate left to do his own homework. I considered watching some without him, but decided to just go get some sleep.
My room was a bit messy, so I began to clean it up before I went to bed, opening the window to get some fresh air. The sun wasn’t quite set yet and I didn’t want to close the blinds and block the breeze. As I walked around and stood on my feet for a while the aching began to get worse. I kicked off my shoes to walk barefoot in the room, which helped a little.
The sun had set and my room would be clean enough for now. Perhaps I did have the flu, as I felt like I had a fever and plenty of sore muscles. However, if it was the flu, why was I able to keep so much food down?
I set the alarm clock for later in the morning as I didn’t think I’d be in any mood to go to class tomorrow. Once I got in bed I started trying to go to sleep.
After tossing and turning for a while I could feel a sharp pain at the base of my spine. I laid on my side to try and relieve the pressure, but the stinging pain continued and sent tingling down my legs. When it became too much to bear I got out of bed and reached around to rub the sore spot.
There was a pretty large bump on my butt right below the spine, and it was very tender. I couldn’t get a good look at it, however it felt around a couple inches long and swollen. It would throb each time my heart beat and I laid back down on my stomach to ease the pain and try to sleep.
With only my boxers on now, I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. I could feel the itching start again as I began to sweat, yet the cool breeze coming in from the window offset it and gave me some comfort.
As I fell asleep I began to dream of the cartoon again. With all that was going on I was surprised I was sleeping at all, and the fact it was lucid was even rarer for me. In the dream, I was flying around town to deliver letters to all of the ponies. It was pleasant as far as dreams go, but soon enough I knew I’d wake up and likely spend another day feeling like crap.
A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away
3. I Don't Know What Went Wrong
I woke up to sharp pains in my hands and feet, and the sheets were drenched in sweat. I only had on my boxers and a white shirt, yet I’d been sweating all night. My throat was parched and I reached out for a glass of water on the nightstand, hoping to solve one of my easier problems first.
My hand clinked against the cup, and I took a good look at it while my eyes adjusted. There was a large darkened nail growing on my middle finger, about the size of a golf ball. It was growing over and under my index and ring fingers, which had a hard time moving out from between it. The mutated nail almost seemed to be swallowing the other fingers up.
I reached my left hand up to try and pull it off of my right hand. The left hand had the same issue, with a large nail growing out of the middle finger. I pushed them against each other and it felt like the large fingernail was still firmly attached to my skin.
After some fidgeting I was able to wiggle my fingers a bit, so at least they hadn’t fused together. However, this was unlike anything I’d heard of and I knew I needed to get some help. I could wonder why this was happening after a doctor removed the fingernail for me.
I tossed the wet sheets to the side of the bed and swung my legs over the side. As I stood up, I felt pressure in my feet in all the wrong places. I stumbled forward, steadying myself against the wall with a hand. There was a loud banging sound as my hand hit the wall. Luckily, I lived in the corner room of the dorm, so I had no neighbors to disturb as my wall faced outside.
Using the wall for balance, I lifted my right foot up to examine it. There was a similar growth on my middle toe, a large nail. Unlike my hand, my toes were all curled inward to the point I could barely tell where my foot ended and toes began. There was also a very sharp pain that reminded me of the time I thought I had heel spurs. The ligament on the bottom of my foot nearly felt on fire, and my mind must be playing tricks because my heel looked like it was a couple inches higher up on my leg.
My roommate would be able to help me, so I made my way towards the door of my room. The door handle clinked against my hand and I opened it. I stumbled into the common room and almost immediately saw my roommate getting ready for class. He dropped his backpack to the floor when he saw me.
“Dude, what happened?!” Matt rushed over to me and grabbed my arm to keep me from falling over.
“I don’t know, I feel like crap! My hands and feet are all fucked up!”
“Come on, you need to lay down.” He didn’t wait for my consent, and instead guided me back to my bed.
Once I sat down, I felt much better with the weight off my feet. I looked at him, and he was staring at my hands. “Yeah… I can barely walk, will you get the school nurse to stop by? Otherwise I might have to call 911.”
“Maybe… maybe it’ll fall off? Like, did you slam it in a door?” Matt prodded the growth on my middle finger.
“No, I just took a shower and went to bed. I was really itchy last night, I think I got a rash.”
He turned my palm upwards, and ran his hand along my arm. “Dude, that’s not a rash, you’ve got really hairy arms.”
I looked down at where he was rubbing my arm, and saw hundreds of gray hairs growing. “What the hell?”
“Listen, I’ll go get a nurse, you just stay here and rest, okay? Here, let me grab you a bite to eat.”
Matt walked out of the room, leaving me alone to think about the situation. Now that I looked closer, there were fine gray hairs covering my skin all over my body. When I leaned backwards, I felt the bump at the base of my spine get painfully pinched. I yelped and rolled to my side, then twisted my neck to look at it. I could feel that the bump was longer now, and covered in hair. It was blonde hair, unlike the gray over most of my body.
By the time my roommate came back I was thoroughly freaked out. “Matt, I’ve got a freaking tail, man.”
“Here, I brought you some food. Just relax and I’ll be right back, okay?”
I looked at the bowl he had in his hand, and it was packed full of muffins. “Uh, I’m not hungry. I need a doctor, not muffins.”
Matt stuck the bowl against my chest, forcing me to hold it. “Eat your muffins. I don’t want you getting worse because you refused to eat.”
My stomach rumbled and I set the muffins down on my bed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I was awfully hungry and I was stuck waiting while he got a nurse, so I started to eat one of the muffins.
Once I started to eat he turned and walked towards the exit of the room. “Just eat up, don’t worry, I’ll be back with help.”
I nodded, and felt something in one of my eyes. I rubbed it to try and bring it back into focus, and thought I saw Matt sliding something into his pocket. I shook my head, and realized I must be seeing things.
The front door closed and I knew he had gone to get help. For now I had nothing else to do but finish breakfast, and the muffins were just as delicious now despite the fact that my body was falling apart.
Once I’d emptied the bowl I tossed it aside, and decided to go take a look in the mirror to see how bad it was. I could at least take a shower while I was up.
It wasn’t any easier to walk towards the bathroom than earlier. My entire foot felt wrong, despite still looking normal save for the large nail. My calves were also really sore, like the time I went jogging up and down the bleachers in the football stadium.
When I got to the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was my eyes. They now had golden irises, and seemed more round somehow. My eyes used to be brown, like my hair. Now my hair was blonde and came down to my neck.
My face also had the fine hairs all over it, shading my whole face a gray color. I felt my ears which seemed a bit larger as well, then turned to my side. Sure enough, my tailbone had turned into a small tail with some blonde hair an inch long on it.
There were also two nubs on my back. I tried to reach back and touch them, but they were in that sweet spot on my back I couldn’t quite reach.
I realized this wasn’t some simple illness, it was something much worse messing with my genes. It was the only explanation, but I was at a loss for what it could be. I hadn’t eaten anything strange or taken any medications or drugs. In fact, I hadn’t been to one of those ‘raves’ in nearly four months.
The only thing I’d eaten were some muffins, and I spent most of the day in class. The problems only started a day ago, so maybe it was something in the apartment.
I looked around as I walked back to my room, noticing my roommate had put a few My Little Pony toys on the bookshelf in the living room. Just to be safe, I decided to call the school nurse myself and make sure they were on the way.
When I got back to my room I looked for my cell phone to make the call. It wasn’t on the dresser near the door where I had left it, and neither were my keys. My wallet was still there, however.
I got onto my hands and knees to look under the dresser but the phone wasn’t there. Next I went over to my desk to see if I had it on the charger. There was no phone there either.
Cursing my own stupidity at losing the phone, I figured I could head to the other side of the third floor and see if my friend was home. However, just walking to the door had me exhausted. My body felt wrong, and staying balanced on these deformed feet were exhausting me.
When I tried to open the door, I noticed it was locked. Without my keys, which I had lost along with my phone, I wouldn’t be opening the deadbolt. “Fuck!” I slammed my hand against the door, and yelped in pain. It was solid wood.
Sighing in defeat, I headed into the common room and fell onto the couch. I laid there for several minutes, slowly flexing my legs to keep them from cramping up. This day couldn’t get any worse if I tried to make it worse.
Hopefully Matt would be back soon, so I rolled onto my back. My tail curled up so that I didn’t crush it, and I took the chance to adjust my boxers. I noticed there were some more muffins on the coffee table, but for once I was too full to eat anything. Instead, I turned on the television to find something to watch.
My roommate must have left his dvd in the player, because the first thing to show up was My Little Pony. I sighed, too lazy to walk over and grab the other remote to switch from dvd to tv mode. After adjusting the volume on the remote I did have, I resigned myself to watch the show.
It wasn’t long before I started to see the charm of the cartoon. Twilight was following Pinkie around in this episode trying to figure out the source of her “Pinkie sense.” It was rather funny, and I enjoyed it once I got past the initial reaction.
After a piano fell on Twilight’s head, I saw something that didn’t seem possible. There was a gray pegasus hovering next to a flying moving truck. She had the same gold eyes, blonde hair, and gray skin as me.
I paused the television and took a closer look at her. After sitting up, I examined my body again to see if everything lined up. I had the same eye color, hair, and fur on my skin. Furthermore, I had bumps where the wings and tail would be.
Somehow, I seemed to be turning into the pony from this cartoon. I looked at the clock only to realize I’d been watching cartoons for hours. Matt had never come back with a nurse. He’d also locked the door, and I realized he must have some role in doing this to me.
I went back to the front door, trying futilely to open it. It was still locked shut. Next I went to his room and tried to open the door, but found it locked as well. Our room didn’t come with a phone, which left my cell phone or keys as the only way out.
Back in my room I started to tear things apart looking for my phone and keys, but couldn’t find them anywhere. I thought about shouting for help or banging on the walls, but knew there weren’t many students in this dorm yet.
My window was still open from earlier, so I walked over and leaned out of it. There was a large tree below my window on the third floor, and the foliage blocked my view in most directions. I could make out a small section of sidewalk in the distance, and tried shouting out for help.
No one heard, and after a couple minutes I gave up. I couldn’t go jumping out the window or anything.
At that moment, I heard the front door open and close. Matt must be home, and I could go to him for answers. I walked towards the door to see what the hell was going on.
Matt walked into my room and slapped me in the face. I fell back onto the floor, shocked at the speed with which he’d walked in and struck me. “You bitch! Yelling out the window? You’re lucky I was out there and not someone else.”
“Matt? What the hell did you do?” I backed up against my bed, knowing I couldn’t put up much of a fight in this condition.
“Do? I didn’t do anything.” Matt grinned at me, looking at me like he was stalking prey.
“Come on, don’t play stupid with me. You did this!” I shouted.
He walked over to the window calmly and closed it, then came over and kneeled next to me. Matt slapped me again. “Stop yelling. I was hoping to do this the easy way, and work you into it gradually. I thought maybe you might learn to enjoy it, but if you want to do this the hard way…”
I gulped, all doubt removed that he was behind this. “Damn right we’re doing this the hard way you freak!” I headbutted him in the face, and started to crawl towards the door.
Matt screamed, and I felt him grab my tailbone and yank hard. I yelped in pain, and fell to the floor. Only a few seconds later, his knee landed in my back, knocking the wind out of me. I felt cold metal against my ankles as he cuffed them together. “Bitch, I’ll make you pay for that.”
“Help!” I yelled.
He shoved my face into the carpet, making it harder for me to call for help. He forced my wrists together and cuffed them behind my back. Then he dragged me over to my bed, easily tossing me up onto it. Either he was freakishly strong, or I must weigh a bit less.
“You keep on making noise and I’ll find the biggest gag I can to shove in that mouth.”
“Matt, why are you doing this?”
He sighed, and sat down next to me. “Do you think I want to be mean? No, I just want you to be a good pony and eat your muffins.”
“I’m not a pony! You can’t do this to me.” I struggled against the cuffs to get free, but wasn’t getting anywhere.
Matt shook his head and left the room, returning a minute later with a large mixing bowl filled with muffins. He came to the bed and set it down next to me. “Now, you’re going to eat all these muffins or else.”
“Screw you!”
He rolled me onto my stomach, then lifted my head up by my hair. Before I could shout at him again, he slammed my face into the bowl of muffins. I struggled to get back up, but he held me firmly in place. I could breathe, but just barely through all the smashed muffins. “You ready to eat?”
I shook my head no, and tried to kick out at him with my legs. After struggling for a few minutes I started to get tired, and began to relax.
Matt pulled me out of the bowl and rolled me onto my back. He then sat on my chest and pinched my nose shut. “Open up.” He picked up one of the muffins that was mostly intact.
I refused to eat more of them, but had to breathe. After a good twenty seconds I opened my mouth to gasp for air, and he shoved the muffin down into my mouth. He then unplugged my nose, and used both hands to force my mouth shut.
Matt watched as I tried to spit the muffin out, but could not. I was stuck beneath him as the muffin slowly dissolved in my mouth. Despite my best efforts there was nothing I could do as he repeated this procedure.
Muffin after muffin was forced into my mouth. Each time I’d hold my breathe a little longer, a little more desperate to stop him. Every time he’d shove more and more muffins into my mouth to punish me.
Finally I began to cry, and gave up on holding my breath. I let him shove the muffins in, and ate them without any more struggling. Matt was a monster, and I was in no position to fight him.
He went a bit easier on me now that I was cooperating, and allowed me to eat at my own pace. Between sobs, I swallowed what was left over in my mouth. “Are we done? I’m full…” I looked away from him, ashamed of what I’d become.
“No, I say when you’re done.” He grabbed my chin and forced me to face him, and the muffin he held in his hand. “Open up.”
“Please, I’ll vomit—”
“If you throw up my gift I’ll force twice as many down.” Matt glared at me, and I slowly opened my quivering jaw. “Good girl.”
“Girl?” I muttered with a mouth full of my muffin. Would Matt really change me into a girl on top of all this other twisted stuff?
Matt stuffed another one in my mouth. I could feel my stomach stretching, and it hurt to breathe. I wasn’t sure if it was from him sitting on me, or my stomach being overfilled.
Finally he lifted up the bowl and dumped the crumbs onto my face. “There. All gone.” He got off my chest but kept one hand firmly holding my right arm. “Now, I wish I could trust you to behave, but I think we’re past that now. I can’t have the transformation happen with your arms behind your back. If you struggle, I will hit you again.”
I watched in fear, my body trembling as more tears slowly rolled down my face. He uncuffed my wrist, and brought my arms in front of my body. He then cuffed them back together. Next, Matt left the room and returned quickly with a pair of scissors. He cut my shirt and boxers off, ignoring my attempts to squirm away from him.
“There, just one last thing.” He walked out and came back in with a vanity mirror on wheels. He set it up in the corner so I could see myself. Matt then added a cuff, which attached my feet to the foot of the bed so I couldn’t get out of bed without his help. “Now, I’ll be back in the evening to feed you supper. If I hear a peep out of you, I’m gagging you.”
“Fuck you, cunt.” I spat at him, managing to hit his face.
The back of his hand cracked against my jaw as he hit me. “Stupid whore, I warned you.”
As I rolled my head back to face him, I felt a large plastic ball jammed against my mouth. In my shock, it entered easily, getting stuck behind my teeth. He then buckled the gag in place behind my head with what felt like at least two straps. He tightened them until the leather bit into my skin a bit, and I heard a lock click.
He shook his head and stood up. “Now, if you piss or shit in that clean bed I’ll make you eat it. I don’t expect another noise out of you, and when I come back tonight you better be ready to apologize.”
Matt grabbed his belongings and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I laid there staring in the mirror at my tear-stained face. My body was naked now, and I could see the grey hair from head to toe. As I looked at myself, I noticed a few more differences. My penis seemed a bit smaller, though that could just be the cold air. My hips and chest seemed a bit bigger, or rounder, too.
As I watched myself in the mirror I took another look at my hands. The fingernail had grown over my middle three fingers, and I could no longer pull them apart. I poked at the skin between them, but it appeared to be fusing together as I watched. I could still move my thumb, but my pinky seemed to be glued to the side of my ring finger.
The fingernail, or hoof as I figured I better start calling it, was flattening out now. Both my hands were now looking more like an animals and less like a humans. My wrist couldn’t bend in as many directions anymore either.
Curious, I looked down at my feet. My heels seemed to be even further up my calves, which felt ever worse than before. My toes weren’t visible, as they were covered by the growing hoof. I could still feel my big toe wiggle a little, but it was curled so tightly against the ball of my foot that I couldn’t wiggle it more than a fraction of an inch.
My ankle and knee also seemed different, a bit smaller perhaps. The same could be said of my elbows, however my shoulders seemed to be getting larger and rolling outward.
I tried to pull at the gag because my jaw was starting to ache. Luckily I had enough room to sit up, and found that it was in fact locked on. I wouldn’t be getting out of the gag without help. On my back, I noticed the two stubs were growing a few inches longer as I watched. Apparently they would become my new wings, and part of me was curious what they would look like as they grew.
The cuffs were scraping against my skin so I laid down and tried to get comfortable. My mind was racing and I was beyond pissed off, yet for now I had to bide my time. I needed to think of a way out of this before no one would recognize me anymore. I had to get him into a false sense of security, and find a way to stop eating the muffins.
I considered trying to throw them up, but didn’t know the first thing about inducing vomiting. This left me in a rather unfortunate situation where I had nothing to do but watch in the mirror as minute changes happened across my body. An inch here, an inch there, thicker hair, a finger continuing to vanish.
Whatever Matt had done it was obvious it would take days, if not weeks, to finish. Hopefully I would have time to escape before it became permanent. For now, I had no choice but to slow my breathing and try to take a nap. I knew that in a few hours, Matt would be back to feed me dinner, and I needed the strength to resist.
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.
A Muffin a Day Keeps the Human Away
I had been laying in bed for at least a few hours watching My Little Pony. Since Matt had left me gagged, handcuffed, and tied to the bed I didn’t really have a choice.
Though as I watched I began to get sentimental. I could remember having lived all these things I was seeing on the T.V. I missed my friends. Pinkie, who would make a special batch of muffins when I delivered her mail. Lyra and Bon Bon, who always greeted me so warmly. Even my co-worker at the Ponyville post office.
At one point I found myself crying, but I couldn’t remember why. I looked around and felt a sense that something important was missing. It was frustrating that it was on the tip of my tongue yet I couldn’t recall what I’d just been thinking about.
I sighed and rolled my jaw around a little against the ball gag, trying to keep some of the muscles loose. It didn’t hurt so much now that my jaw had finished forming. Wondering what else had formed, I looked down to examine my legs.
Where I’d once been handcuffed at the wrists, I now had the thick tops of my hooves and my lower legs. The metal was pinching and digging into the skin, and as I moved my hooves I realized they felt a bit numb. I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to happen on a pony, but I doubted numb is ever a good thing.
Glancing down at my legs I saw the rope that had been holding me down to the bed. Where my wrists had actually gotten a little larger as hooves formed, my legs had gotten much smaller. My large thighs and calves were replaced by the sleek, slender curves of pony legs. The ropes had fallen off at some point while I was watching the cartoon.
Before I could get too excited a wave of cramping hit my stomach as it rumbled, the large batch of muffins now well on their way to being fully digested. The bones of my back tensed up and I felt like I’d thrown my back out. I screamed loudly and went limp on the bed; it hurt to even breathe.
I began crying as one of the final changes began to happen to me. My very spine, ribs, and muscles had to reshape themselves as well. With so many organs in the mix, and so many conflicting muscles tugging on all the nearby bones, the pain was excruciating.
I started to get dizzy as I screamed and tried to gulp down fresh air. At this point my entire back and abdomen were on fire. Worst of all, my shoulder blades felt like they’d been hit by a baseball bat and shattered into pieces. I tried to turn my neck to see, because I could swear I was bleeding. However, turning my neck caused another debilitating pain to shoot down my spine, and I passed out.
I woke up drenched in sweat, the entire bed smelling like hay and muffins, oddly enough. It took me a moment to recall what had happened. With a whimper, I moved ever so slowly to see if my back was still hurt.
Mercifully, whatever changes had been happening to my chest and stomach were done. I was able to move my neck freely and see my legs. They nearly matched my arms now, and all four stuck out from my body. I moved them around as much as the cuffs would allow, and realized aside from a few muscles that still looked out of place, they were for all intents and purposes pony legs.
The Television had turned off, and I realized Matt would likely be back soon. He’d said something about six hours of cartoons, so if I wanted to take a shot at escape, it’d have to be now.
I gulped and stood up on the bed, my legs wobbling as I struggled to get used to these pony legs. They still felt so wrong, like what I was feeling and what my brain expected to feel were entirely different.
It only took one small step forward for me to fall over, landing on my side. Frustrated, I kicked my hoof at the wall, making a loud bang. I froze for a moment worried someone might have heard, then realized I wanted someone to hear. Our room was on the corner of the dorm, however, so I’d have to get into the kitchen to bang on the neighbor’s wall.
Getting back to my hooves took a lot of effort, but I tried to use my forelegs as a single leg to balance on while I moved my back legs forward a few inches. Then, I’d move my forelegs in a small hop forward. This worked pretty well, if not awkwardly.
Then I noticed a strange sensation as I waved my legs to keep my balance. I looked down and saw my legs were perfectly still, yet I could still feel something moving at the shoulder. I twisted my neck back to look and saw two thin appendages, more like fleshy tree branches than a limb, waving in the air. There were fine hairs and perhaps something akin to a feather, but the site of the veins on it pulsing as my heart beat was too much.
I screamed into the gag again, falling right off the side of the bed and onto my side, knocking the wind out of me. I panted heavily as I tried to recover, and even started to inch towards the door. As I did, I looked up at the doorknob.
My first, and last, obstacle was a doorknob. A single rounded device, and I could think of no way to open it. I couldn’t reach it unless I was on my back legs, but my hooves weren’t very flexible and they were cuffed together. I considered my mouth, but it was gagged. Perhaps a headstand and using my back legs would have worked, though I’d rather try to kick it down.
Then there were always my wings. I looked back, the word still sounding wrong to my mind. How could something so ugly be wings? Yet I knew it could be nothing else. Fully molted, but the feathers would grow in soon enough. I recalled a case of the feather flu in Ponyville, and figured this wasn’t any worse than that was.
I got to my legs and began to hobble towards the door again. I stood up on my hind legs and fell forward, now leaning against the door, and tried to stretch my hooves up to reach it.
I heard a lock unlatch and froze. Footsteps headed across the floor and my ears swiveled forward to find the source. It could only be one person, but there wasn’t any time left to hide.
“Damn it!” There was a loud thud, like a backpack thrown against the wall, causing me to flinch. “He gave me a D-?! Gah, I can’t believe it!”
The door to my room unlocked next, some manner of latch having been installed on the outside, and the door swung open.
I mumbled as I fell onto my back and felt a jolt of pain in my newly-formed wings. As I blinked and looked up at Matt I felt a hand around my throat.
“You tried to escape?!” Matt lifted me with easy and flung me at the wall.
I felt my back hit the wall with a loud thud, then my head whipped back and hit. A second later I landed on the bed, and curled up into a ball, crying.
I flinched as something stroked my side, and closed my eyes tighter. The petting continued as I sobbed and after a while, it became calming. My back still hurt but I felt a lot better now.
“I’m sorry, Derpy, I had a bad day… but look at you! I didn’t realize force feeding you so many muffins would speed it up so much.” I felt his hand scratch behind my ears and he pulled his fingers through my mane. It felt good as he did this a few times, then moved down my back to straighten out my tail.
After a moment his hand slid between my hind legs, causing me to jolt in shock. “Mmpgghhh!” The handcuffs rattled a bit as I pushed my forelegs out.
“Oh, those look awfully tight. Hold on.” Matt got off the bed and went to get something.
I sat up on the bed as I watched him leave the room. I knew he was up to something bad, but a sudden headache caused me to rub my head with my bound forelegs. There was something wrong with me, as it was getting hard to think clearly.
My ears perked and turned towards the door as I heard Matt come back in, and my eyes lit up.
“Oh, someone is happy to see me? That’s a nice change of pace,” he muttered. I felt my tail wagging on the bed as Matt sat down next to me, and slid a collar around my neck. I didn’t get a good look but it appeared leather and, like the gag, had a small padlock to keep it on.
Next he clipped a leash to it, and tied it to the headboard on my bed. At long last the cuffs were removed from my forelegs, and they began to tingle as they got proper circulation again. I sighed and relaxed on the bed, then rolled on my belly to stretch my forelegs in front of me and my hind legs behind me.
“Good girl,” Matt said. He rubbed my back just below the wings. “Though I better bring you more muffins to finish growing those wings.”
He got up and left, giving me time to sit up and examine the leash. The knot in the leash barely budged as I poked at it with my hooves. I definitely wouldn’t be tying knots ever again, though I realized with a good pair of saddlebags I’d never need to tie a rope anyway.
Matt walked in while I was sitting there trying to make sense of my conflicting thoughts. Luckily, most of them had cleared out, leaving me with a good view of the window and thoughts of escape. Once my wings finished, I could open it and fly out to freedom. I glanced away from the window, hoping Matt hadn’t noticed me staring at it.
He sat down with another bowl of muffins. “Going to eat these on your own or do I need to help?”
“Mmmphh mmm mphhh.” I glared at him, the gag still strapped into my mouth.
“Oh, that would make it difficult.” He laughed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a key. After he unlocked and removed the gag, I spent a minute sitting there rubbing my sore jaw. “Feeling better?”
I didn’t answer, instead looking at the muffins and thinking. Either way I was going to have to eat them, he was almost twice my size now. However, eating so many this morning had accelerated the effects and I worried what might happen if I ate yet another full bowl.
“Yes, I’ll eat them… but it hurts to eat so many, can’t I just eat half? Aren’t I good enough for you yet?” I looked up at him, frowning and quivering my lip a little.
“Aw.” He reached out and ruffled my mane. “Yeah, half is fine, sweetie.”
I shivered head to hoof as he complimented me, knowing his mood could turn violent at the drop of a hat. I reached into the bowl in front of me and lifted up a muffin. For a moment I just held it there, turning it around in my hoof. My hoof was just flexible enough to cup around it gently, and it almost felt like a small bit of suction from the soft flesh inside my hoof was holding it there. It was truly odd to be holding it without fingers. Matt cleared his throat, and I started to eat.
Matt had bought fresh muffins, or received another shipment. I could tell by the freshness they couldn’t be more than a week old. As I ate them I could tell some other things too, like how much flour or sugar were in them, or what type of eggs were used. There was a science to making a good muffin and a true connoisseur could determine anything from how ripe the berries were to whether cane or processed sugar was used.
By the time I felt full, two-thirds of the bowl was gone. I looked at him and offered an apologetic grin. “I, uh, guess I was hungry.” I felt something in my eye and blinked, shaking my head a little. My vision had gone blurry again which was rather annoying. It took me a few seconds for things to return to normal, though the world still seemed slightly skewed to one side.
“Mmmhmm, you look almost perfect. Mane is almost the right length, feathers should grow in last, and probably less than half a foot left to shrink. All like the instructions said, which means…” Matt reached forward and slid his hand between my hind legs, brushing against my newly formed mound.
“Gah!” I pushed back, heart racing.
“Something wrong?”
“I… I don’t know…” I gulped and looked at him. Part of me had found the touch wrong, screaming that Matt couldn’t do this. Yet another part wanted me to lay back and relax, to let him have his way with me. Once again I found myself frustrated as I argued with my own mind over what to do.
“Shh, just relax and let it happen. It’ll make the change so much easier.”
Matt climbed over me and gently pushed me back against the sheets. With his arms he was easily able to pull my forelegs to the sides of my body, and push my hind legs down. Using his legs, he was able to keep my hind legs stretched out by leaning gently against them. Next he started to scratch under my chin.
Something about those fingers felt amazing and the way the five fingernails would trace paths across my skin, scratching an itch I didn’t even know I had. It truly was easier to just let it happen, and an occasional twitch was the only sign of my old mind fighting back.
“Good pony, Derpy.” Matt continued to explore my new body with his hand, and I heard the sound of a zipper. He was still rubbing my chest with one hand when I felt him gently lay down on me. He then squeezed the flesh around my nipples, which I had long forgotten about. I couldn’t tell but they seemed to be slightly bigger.
I made a mental note to examine myself later before trying to escape again but quickly lost my train of thought as something brushed against my developing mound. “Oh yeah,” I moaned.
Matt slid his member against me, letting it brush along the outside of my lips and tease my new anatomy. He slid his arms under my forelegs , then upwards to support his weight. The result was hooking my forelegs to his arm, leaving me in a nearly spread-eagle position beneath his body. I tried to tug my forelegs to a more natural position but his strength easily outmatched mine.
As he rubbed his groin against mine it became harder and harder to focus. All I could picture was his dick as it brushed the two folds of loose skin. Where my dick had once been, a small nub had receded behind the folds. The pressure from him rubbing up against it was causing a strange new sensation of moisture between my legs—and of a deep need to be filled by him.
“Uh… it…” I lost my train of thought as the last of my resistance faded. I felt right.
Matt pulled back and lined his member up, slowly pushing the tip against my feminine lips. He began to part the damp folds as he pushed forward, and a deep moan emanated from my chest.
As his cock entered the deeper parts of my vagina it hit a wall, one which Matt was able to burst through easily. The jolt of searing pain caused me to scream, a girly voice overtaking my masculine one.
“Shut up, bitch!” Matt shoved his hand into my mouth, wrapping his thumb under my jaw and forcing my head into the bed. With his strong grip on my mandible, he forced me to stay silent as his fingers gagged me and his strong muscles pinned my jaw painfully against my neck.
Yet the pain didn’t stop. As he pulled out and pushed back in, it still felt like much too tight a fit. I recalled this morning, when my new pussy was only an inch deep. It likely wasn’t fully formed yet, it must have been too tight. I tried to cry out in pain, to warn him and beg for mercy, but all that came out was gurgling as I struggled to swallow my saliva.
“God… you’re so tight, umph!” Matt pushed down with all his weight, forcing the entry he sought inside me.
I began to thrash in addition to screaming. He had left a foreleg free so I swung it towards his head, finally connecting on the third try. There was a snapping sound as it hit his skull, but it barely fazed him.
He leaned down, putting more weight on his arm. I felt like my jaw was going to snap clean off, and my heart raced as the flow of air to my lungs was reduced to a trickle. I felt my eyes bulge out a little, and my mind became clear of its earlier fog. Gone were the thoughts of Derpy or ponies, and instead I was surrounded by sheer terror, of my life as Derek being ripped away from me.
“Bitch!” Matt took a deep breath, then buried his cock in me completely, his hips hitting mine. “Gah, that’s better.”
I could do little but cry and squirm as my vision blacked out, and he continued to pound me relentlessly. He was making the sounds of a man truly enjoying themselves, and all I could do was wish for death.
And as I blacked out, his broken little fuck-toy, I honestly hoped I never woke up.
Author's Note
I'm back from hiatus and a bit rusty, not to mention waiting for my editors to return. So for now, I hope you enjoyed and that my self-editing got rid of the really embarrassing mistakes.
