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I write M/M transformation stories. Most active on FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/donedonedone/
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I wrote a sequel to “Good Boy Hours”! Predictably titled “Good Boy Days”

Full story: www.furaffinity.net/view/60013448/
“I know, and I’m sorry,” Jason said, completely honestly. “I wish I could’ve found anything to help.” And then, seemingly without thinking, Jason lifted his arm and put his hand on Nate’s cheek. Nate, not being even remotely prepared for the flood of instincts such a simple touch from Jason would unleash, melted in Jason’s palm. His world narrowed down to that warm human hand running through his fur, Jason’s appendage surprisingly small-seeming compared to his large, square dog muzzle. He closed his eyes. “Oh, uh,” Jason mumbled awkwardly as his friend made a deep, happy noise in his throat, “I didn’t mean to… but… I guess, if you like it…” Jason shifted his hand towards Nate’s chin and hesitantly started to scratch. Nate was out to lunch. The chin scratches had come about so naturally that they didn’t trip any of his usual mental defenses. He and Jason were just having a normal conversation and touches of comfort were normal things. It was like resting a hand on someone’s shoulder, or a pat on the back, only this time it was Jason scratching his nimble human fingers through Nate’s thick neck fluff. Something that felt that good had to be normal, right? One thing that Nate forgot was that, in all his anxiety around being exposed to the mailman, he’d forgone his daily good boy pillow-humping session. Without a release valve for his urges, his body was primed to disobey him. And disobey him it did. “Woah!” Jason exclaimed. “Uh, I mean… Um… Wow…” Nate, no longer being actively scratched, half-opened his eyes in bliss. He slowly followed Jason’s gaze downward. Sticking up out of Nate’s fat canine sheath and pointed directly up towards his muzzle was his thick, nearly foot-long dog cock. It was completely erect and twitching. A gush of pre squirted from the piss hole at the pointed tip before Nate managed to remember that ugly, animal thing was his manhood. That was his penis. Nate made a noise somewhere between a growl and a yelp as he scrambled to cover himself. Unfortunately his furry forearms, thick as they were, were inadequate shielding. Plenty of dark red dog shaft showed through, no matter how he tried to cover it. He looked up in a panic, hoping that Jason wasn’t watching. Jason was definitely watching. The human’s cheeks were flushed bright red. Nate could see Jason was trying to turn his head away, but he was definitely looking directly at the worst possible place. Nate could feel Jason’s eyes on his penis, making it tingle and pulse unwillingly beneath his arms. Nate had no idea what to say to fix things. His jaw hung open while his stupid dick strained to display itself. His great secret was revealed. He closed his eyes and waited for the hammer to fall. All of a sudden, Jason laughed. “Nate, you should see your face!” Jason gave Nate another hesitant scratch under the chin. “Relax, dude. It’s not like I haven’t seen a dick before.” “You’re… you’re not mad?” Nate stammered. His penis pulsed again. Jason cocked his head. “Why would I be mad? Honestly, with you going naked all the time I expected something like this to happen sooner. It’s only natural!” He kept scratching. “Hilarious that this is what finally got you to pop a boner, though. Does the scratching feel good?” “Yes…” Nate couldn’t stop himself from admitting, shivering from head to tail with pleasure as he did so. He felt so open while Jason scratched. “Your dick is… pretty huge, dude. I knew your balls were big but this is just crazy. You weren’t always so hung, were you?” Nate once again responded without thinking, “No…” His arms, rather than continuing to try and hide him, fell reluctantly to his sides. Buried in pleasure, Nate was terrified of what else Jason might make him confess. “I can’t imagine jerking off is particularly easy with paws. If you don’t mind me asking, how have you been holding up?” “It’s… difficult.” Nate’s cock tensed as hard as it could, providing unfortunate emphasis to the truth of his statement. “I’ll bet…” Jason said with a sympathetic nod. His eyes naturally gravitated to that veiny red canine shaft. It pulsed in time with his scratching. “What happened to you is so crazy,” he said. “You don’t look anything like you used to, but I know deep down you’re still my bro, bro. I really don’t mind helping you with anything if you really need it. It’s just biological. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.” All Nate could do was whimper. He still hadn’t come to grips with the idea that Jason wasn’t mad. He felt so safe in Jason’s hands. It was like he’d always been meant to be there. Nate’s shaft throbbed harder than it’d ever been. It was finally presented to the man it longed for so desperately during Nate’s pillow-humping good boy sessions. Jason could see it. Jason let one of his hands travel down over his friend’s remarkably broad chest. His fingers ran through the fur of Nate’s fluffy, muscular gut, and continued downwards. Eventually he reached the bulge of Nate’s short-furred sheath.
February 25, 2025 at 6:32 PM
donedonedone.bsky.social
This post sent me into a deep dive. You were one of the few artists whose FA handles I had memorized so I could revisit when I was a lurker in like 2015. This sequence (which is too long for one post) is phenomenal.
January 12, 2025 at 5:34 PM
donedonedone.bsky.social
Good Boy Hours (Anthro Dog TF)

Full story: www.furaffinity.net/view/59486884/
January 12, 2025 at 3:17 AM
donedonedone.bsky.social
I think they’re getting good at being a cerberus guard dog together, don’t you?

🎨: @thiccc.bsky.social

Full story (“Outvoted”) here: www.furaffinity.net/view/59272174/
January 4, 2025 at 11:45 PM
donedonedone.bsky.social
Player to Pawn (Inanimate TF)

I felt like rambling about chess piece TF in the second person tonight. Inspired by some fauvfox art I saw.

Full story: www.furaffinity.net/view/59300634/
December 26, 2024 at 3:03 AM
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Outvoted (Cerberus TF)

Silly story about a straight guy learning to be just one head on a gay cerberus.

Full story: www.furaffinity.net/view/59272174/
December 24, 2024 at 5:18 AM
donedonedone.bsky.social
The best part of early December is all the year-end playlists. Here’s mine:
December 4, 2024 at 8:06 PM
donedonedone.bsky.social
Follow-up to the last story I posted.

I’ve always loved setting up “mental games” where guys can feel and hear each other’s thoughts. Especially if they don’t want to…
When I came to I felt strange. I was in some sort of costume covered in gray fur. It felt odd, like the costume fit me almost too perfectly. I sat up. I was in an ordinary-looking bedroom I had never seen before. Next to the bed I sat on was a closet mirror that showed me my reflection. I flinched. I thought what I saw was someone else in the room with me but no, the reflection was me wearing an extremely elaborate husky costume. Weirdly all the parts - mouth, eyes, tail - seemed functional and I swore I could feel things on the surface of the fur as well as on my real body beneath. Trent, you’re awake! someone said nearby. It was the voice of the friend I was searching for! I was so grateful he sounded unhurt! “Hayden, where are you?” I asked the air, looking around. My tongue felt weird. You’re wearing me, dude! Hayden spoke directly into my head, excitedly. You feel so good inside me, by the way. Don’t tell my owner, but you’re my favorite person I’ve had put me on. I fit you so well! “What are you talking about, dude? What is this suit I’m wearing?” I asked, confused. “I still don’t know where you are!” I just told you, I’m the suit! Here, just try to think. Not sure what else to do, I followed my friend’s advice. I closed my eyes and focused. There was something strange in my mind, like a compartment of memories and thoughts that weren’t my own. When I went inside that compartment I understood. It was Hayden’s mind. I had total access to his thoughts, memories, and feelings. His thoughts were easier to comprehend than my own, like his mind was being summarized specifically for me to view. I could see Hayden happily thinking about the sensation of my body inside him, filling him out perfectly and controlling him. I wasn’t gay, but his complete worship of me in his mind was oddly arousing. My semi-erect dick twitched and I watched joy spread throughout his mind in response. “What the fuck?” I asked, disgusted. “Why are you thinking about me jerking off while wearing you? And why are you so turned on by it? I didn’t think you were gay.” I wasn’t! my friend-turned-clothing thought cheerily. My owner made me better and it’s pretty cool. Sorry to weird you out, but don’t knock it until you’ve tried jerking off while wearing me. I can help you feel so good if you just use me. I’ve known you for such a long time, dude. I never knew you had such a nice cock. Why didn’t you share it with me sooner? I could have helped you with it. It feels so good, flopping around inside me... Please, dude. I want to be used by you so bad! The desperate, impassioned need in my friend’s thoughts freaked me out. “No dude,” I said, “you’ve got to snap out of it! This is so wrong.” I reached around, blindly looking for a zipper on my back. I felt my friend’s shame at disappointing me. I’m sorry Trent, I overstepped. I have to remember I’m just a fursuit now and I shouldn’t be asking my wearer for things. I promise it’s much better when you don’t think about me as a person. Just focus on getting what you want. “What I want is to get us both out of here,” I said. I found the zipper. There was a small padlock on it connected to a collar around the suit’s neck. It wouldn’t unzip or disconnect no matter how I pulled. While I fumbled with the zipper I was unfortunately aware of my friend’s internal monologue. He was fantasizing about my cum and wondering what it tasted like. He had never been worn by a close friend before and it was exciting for him. He wanted me to love wearing him so I’d do it all the time. He thought about me doing normal things while wearing him, like hanging out as we used to do together before he became a fursuit. He thought it would be so nice to spend his existence in service of me, who he respected and admired even before his owner turned him into clothing. He thought about both of us, two friends together, down on hands and knees before his owner and getting a chance to suck the wonderful dick he’d felt wearing him so many times. “Dude, stop thinking that stuff!” I said, giving up on the zipper. “It’s very distracting.” I’m sorry man, I can’t help it! You know, you can shut off my thoughts if you want to. I really wouldn’t mind. “No, that’s ok.” I looked down at my lap. The suit had an admirably-sized and very realistic-looking cock and balls between its legs. Was that what Hayden’s dick had looked like? My semi had expanded to a full erection inside the suit and the suit—my friend—had gotten hard along with me. I was so hard I could see the beating of my pulse as my dick bounced slightly and strained upwards.
November 10, 2024 at 3:58 AM
donedonedone.bsky.social
Revisiting the first story I ever posted. idk why people call this a “bad end”

Before: A normal, boring straight guy getting a snack.

After: A happy, obedient husky fursuit that loves being worn by other men.
“Dude, that was awesome to watch! You make a fantastic fursuit,” I heard my roommate say above me. Fursuit? Let me move! What did you do to me?? I thought, uncomprehending. “Here, you should really see yourself.” I was lifted up. I felt… empty. Next thing I knew I was looking at my roommate in the hall mirror. He was holding a gray dog fursuit body in one hand and a matching head in the other. The fursuit was pornographic, complete with a set of furry balls and a cock. But where was I? In the mirror, my point of view was from the fursuit head. I could feel the suit body flop around as if it was my own! “Don’t you look awesome? I’m going to try you on right now,” my roommate said, dropping the fur head. My perspective tumbled. “You are so cool, dude! Isn’t this awesome?” my mouth said. Turn me back right fucking now! I don’t want any part of your gay furry bullshit! I thought at him. “Dude, you are such a tight ass,” my mouth said. “I can hear every one of your lame thoughts you know. I don’t always have to hear you though, so don’t try to mentally scream at me.” Fix this! I’m not a fursuit! “Um, you are definitely a fursuit. I would know, ‘cause I’m wearing you,” he used my legs to walk over to the couch and sat down in a slouch. “At least give it a chance, man. I haven’t even used your best feature.” He reached down and grabbed my dick. My roommate flooded my mind with pornographic images. I wasn’t gay until that moment, but he rewrote me so I’d be more compliant. He started getting erect, so naturally my erection grew as well. What are you doing?? I asked. I felt so violated but so turned on. “Woah, nice dick dude. I sure am going to love using this.” Please - hgn - stop that! It feels… so good! “Hgn, that’s the stuff. You know, I could change you back right now, but once I cum the change is permanent.” Permanent?? I thought. The idea of existing just to be worn filled me with dread. Anyone could pick me up and put me on and I’d have to go wherever they went. I tried very hard to exert any control over my body, but I was just a costume. My roommate continued using my own hand to stroke himself through my dick. “Yeah, that’s right dude. Cum and be mine forever,” he said. “You’ll like it, I promise. I’ll fuck in you all the time. Sometimes I’ll even let other people wear you when I fuck them. “If you don’t want that, all you have to do is not cum. It shouldn’t be hard, right?” He stroked us some more and tensed. “HHmph! Jeez, you really do know how to please a guy don’t you, suit?” My roommate altered my mind so I had to refer to him as my owner, even in thought. That, combined with the pleasure, overwhelmed my resistance. I couldn’t help it, I gave in to my owner. I loved pleasing him and how he wore me like the inanimate clothing I was. My owner jerked off for both of us and I fed on his pleasure. He wore me so well… Our mutual climax approached. I could feel his whole body inside of me tense and our dick throbbed again. Then I came for him and with him, dutifully spraying his seed out in an arc onto my furry belly. It was glorious cumming my owner’s cum, just like I was made to. In that cum were all of my hopes and dreams for my human life, pushed out by love for my owner and my new fursuit existence. In that moment, I accepted everything about my new form. My owner panted for us. “Nice dude. You used to be so boring. This is such an upgrade.” Thank you so much for changing me, owner, I thought to him, happily. You were so right about this. It was stupid of me to want to be anything but your fursuit. I apologize. “Damn straight, dude. Finally you’re talking some sense.”
November 9, 2024 at 6:40 AM
donedonedone.bsky.social
I’m sure most people only have pure thoughts when they shapeshift into wolves, right?
October 13, 2023 at 3:05 AM
donedonedone.bsky.social
Hopefully you weren’t too attached to whatever you used to be
October 13, 2023 at 2:59 AM
donedonedone.bsky.social
Takeover tips
October 13, 2023 at 2:51 AM