The holidays are approaching, and six men find their lives and bodies transformed by a sexy hypnotic dog collar.
Toby and Mark are a young gay couple in love, and the Christmas gift of a collar gives their sex life a wild jolt. Colin is a shy boss with a hot young secretary named Jim, and finds that an unexpected mind-control spell gives him the courage he needs to get naked for Hanukkah. And a few days after celebrating Mawlid, Ali finds his dreams coming true when he transforms into his fursona as his coworker Said discovers his furry side.
It all culminates in a sexy wrestling match in the lead up to New Year's Eve, when all six guys discover that the true meaning of the holidays is reaching for your erotic desires together.
This is an erotic adult 12,000-word novella for mature audiences, featuring explicit gay sex, hypnosis, transformations, pup play, obedience training, shrinking, muscles, wrestling, orcs, TFs, furries, ejaculation, and lots of male cuddling and kissing.
An excerpt:
Jim stretched out on the sofa by his fireplace, extending his toes and wedging his arms behind his head. He was clad in his favorite pair of soft, threadbare grey sweatpants and nothing else, and the flicker of the fire cast long orange shadows across the muscular ripple of his chest. Jim looked down at Colin, curled on the couch beside him with his head resting on Jim’s lap. By the time Colin had got him home, Jim had shrunk down to a bit less than half his former size, perfect for carrying around and cuddling. Jim had thrown his boss over his shoulder and took him straight to the bathtub for a slow sexy scrub-down — he liked cleaning his sex partners before they fooled around — and then they’d spent the night naked and slippery under the covers of his bed. They were so distracted with each other that neither one had noticed that the power went out sometime in the night, and with it the heat. But here in the morning light, the fireplace generated enough warmth for now and the repair company was sending a team to check on the blown fusebox. Colin wriggled in Jim’s lap, turning to look up at him with a smile. “You smell good,†he said, nuzzling Jim’s semi-hard cock with his nose. Colin was wearing just a jockstrap — it was hard to find any clothing that fit his short body now, so Jim had quickly stuck one of his old jocks under the needle of a sewing machine, stitching and slicing the stretchy bands so that they were significantly shorter. He loved the sight of his boss wearing nothing but a lucky old jockstrap that Jim had saturated with sweat over the years. “You know, at some point, we’re going to have to figure out how to make you big again,†said Jim. “You’re still my boss. Probably wouldn’t do for everyone at work to know what we’ve been up to.†“I don’t wanna think about that right now,†said Colin, turning his head to take a deep inhale of Jim’s crotch. “What to you want to think about?†said Jim. He drifted his fingers through Colin’s hair. “Your belly button,†said Colin, sticking his nose into Jim’s belly button and giving his stomach a wet kiss. Jim laughed and flinched, then grabbed Colin’s little body, wrapping his strong arms around his boss in a gentle squeeze. Colin shrieked and giggled, squirming but far too weak to escape his assistant’s grasp. “I’m gonna gobble you up,†Jim said, nibbling lightly at Colin’s arm. “No!†Colin laughed, “You can’t!†“I can if you keep shrinking,†said Jim, “smaller and smaller ’til I can stick you in my mouth!†“Oh help!†said Colin, feeling himself slip down slightly in size once more. It was only a few inches that he lost this time, but his jockstrap was suddenly loose and Colin’s big strong body seemed even bigger and stronger. “I won’t let you,†he teased back, “I’ll make you shrink too!â€