Secret Santa Transformation: Joducus
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There's a knock on your door. Answering it, you see a vaguely familiar looking fendik in postal worker uniform holding a small package. She slips the package into your hand and winks before trotting away.
You curiously turn it over in your hands, looking for a return address or some hint as to what might be inside. It's carefully wrapped in lovely wrapping paper with a soft satin ribbon securing it and coiled artfully on top. You are unable to find any hint of who or wear it might have come from.
'Well,' you think to yourself, 'it is addressed to me."
You gently tear at the corner of the paper, revealing a small, label-less cardboard box beneath it. You slip a finger under the lip of the box and pull it open. Tipping it on it's side, a small bottle slides out from it. It's a clear glass bottle filled with a milky liquid. The bottle bares a label on one side that says "with love, your Secret Santa".
You shrug and uncork the bottle and take a sniff. It smells sweet and you feel the overwhelming urge to taste it. You raise the bottle to your lips and take a sip...
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There's a knock on your door. Answering it, you see a vaguely familiar looking fendik in postal worker uniform holding a small package. She slips the package into your hand and winks before trotting away.
You curiously turn it over in your hands, looking for a return address or some hint as to what might be inside. It's carefully wrapped in lovely wrapping paper with a soft satin ribbon securing it and coiled artfully on top. You are unable to find any hint of who or wear it might have come from.
'Well,' you think to yourself, 'it is addressed to me."
You gently tear at the corner of the paper, revealing a small, label-less cardboard box beneath it. You slip a finger under the lip of the box and pull it open. Tipping it on it's side, a small bottle slides out from it. It's a clear glass bottle filled with a milky liquid. The bottle bares a label on one side that says "with love, your Secret Santa".
You shrug and uncork the bottle and take a sniff. It smells sweet and you feel the overwhelming urge to taste it. You raise the bottle to your lips and take a sip...
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Original-HERE
Category All / Transformation
Species Skunk
Size 1024 x 1280px
File Size 105.7 kB
And instantly, you feel regret, shame, and a tingling sensation spreading from your behind. Of course, you keep repeating to yourself; "It's not my fault, it's just a dream, I've been drugged".
It doesn't help, as you fall to your knees and throw your hands against your head to keep the encroaching feral thoughts from invading what sanity you have left. You've never had a problem with the idea of being turned into a skunk, but now that it's happening, you think your opinion on the matter will change quite exponentially.
It doesn't help, as you fall to your knees and throw your hands against your head to keep the encroaching feral thoughts from invading what sanity you have left. You've never had a problem with the idea of being turned into a skunk, but now that it's happening, you think your opinion on the matter will change quite exponentially.
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