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The second of the first wave of commissions of the Vino ant Kitsu Joint Commission Extravaganza done for www.furaffinity.net/user/range…

The artwork for this was done by the fantastic while the story below was done by me,

(The Vino ant Kitsu Joint Commission Extravaganza is a special event held by both parties in the name where Kitsu would do a full body, mid-TF piece with background while I would write a 1,200-1,800 word story based on the idea)

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"Annnd done!" Jason slapped his enter key with much gusto, having finished his latest story. Frankly he was pretty proud of it, the story was about someone being hypnotized to be transformed into a nice feral dog. He let out a weak sigh with a small smile as he held his head up with his hand, leaning on his elbow. He was a very avid fan of transformation of all sorts, and he loved writing stories about them.

Jason got lost in his own thoughts, thinking and fantasizing about going through a transformation himself. Of course he knew this wasn't possible, science seemed to be no where near that level. No, transformation seemed like it wasn't going to be much but an unfulfillable desire, as cool of a concept as it was.

He allowed himself to get lost in his own mind, day dreaming about himself going through a transformation. One of the things he had always wanted to be was a dog. Jason had always loved those adorable canines for as long as he could remember. That's what Jason wanted, to transform into a dog. Maybe not forever, but just running around on all fours with his tail wagging in excitement. An anthro, a feral, any kind of dog would do. He was lost in thought about his body slowly turning into a dog. From his face pushing into a muzzle to a tail bursting out behind him. That's the dream...

Jason shook his head, snapping out of his little day dream to hit the daily duties he needed to get done today. Mostly chores around the house, nothing too big or complicated. With those done and a filling dinner in his belly, Jason rested on the couch watching television as he hopped on his phone. He hit the usual sites, and eventually checked in on his recently posted story.

The story had a good amount of favorites, a few nice comments too, but what stuck out to him was a comment from a "Transhypnotizer." It was an interesting name, one that would imply they were likely a fan of hypnotic transformation. However, they invited Jason to talk on Discord to see if they were interested in a very unique hypnotism experience.

Jason was intrigued with hypnotism, and as such wound up taking the user up with his offer. The "Transhypnotizer" would be named Sal. The stage name was just used to get attention and people to his page to see what he was all about. Jason and Sal both hit it off, seemingly to both be into the same kind of stuff, with the main point of discussion being transformation.

As luck would have it, Sal would live in the same state as Jason and only about forty minutes away! Sal offered an initial free hypnosis session if he made the trip to his place of business. Sal promised that he would give Jason the most realistic transformation experience he would ever have. Taking a peek at Sal's "Transhypnotizer" page it seemed like he had a lot of rave reviews. That wasn't something that Jason was ready to pass up!

Jason made the drive out there, finding the address quite easily. It was in a little business complex a few blocks off of a freeway. He quickly and excitedly made his way up and over to Sal's office. With a knock on the door Jason was eager to start his first ever hypnosis session, specially one based on something he wrote!

"Ah, you must be Jason!" Sal greeted the man with a hug. "Come in, come in! Take a seat and get comfortable!" he instructed, Jason happily nodding and obliging.

"So you do this for a living? Do you only do transformation stuff or general hypnosis stuff too?"

"Little bit of both but let's be honest, we both know the transformation stuff is more fun!" Sal answered laughing, Jason joining in.

"You got me there! Anyways, how does this go exactly?"

"It's rather simple, I'm going to put you int a kind of trance, you might go in and out of it, but eventually by the end of it you'll be that lovable dog we discussed earlier."

"I can't wait!" Jason nodded happily. "I'm ready whenever you are!"

"Very well." Sal reached down underneath the table and pulled out a Newton's Cradle, setting it down on the table separating them. "You're going to need to focus on this. Just focus on the click clacking of the balls while you fall into a calm and relaxing trance."

Jason would obey, watching as the balls went back and fourth. He suddenly found his body relaxing and his eyes drooping. His head swayed idly with the balls on a string. Sal approved and made a few notes for himself as he watched Jason fall into a trance.

"Okay, listen through the clacks to my voice. We will be starting your changes shortly. I just need you to clear your mind. No worries, no emotions, no thoughts, just the sound of clacks and my voice. Very good."

"Now that we have that out of the way, your transformation is going to begin. I want you to picture yourself in a large, empty field. It a nice, peaceful field. A field that you would love running around in, feeling wind brush against your fur. That's right, your fur! Feel as the fur blows in the breeze. Your take pride in your nice dark silver fur. It's all over your body, from your head to your toes. You have a little bit of a lighter shade around your face, a nice color pallet for your nice coat of fur. You find yourself panting, your tongue longer than your face itself. It hung out of your mouth, dry saliva all over it. Your face is being pulled, but not in any painful way. It is normalizing, your nose moving along with it. Inside of your muzzle, you've lost many teeth but retained a decent amount of sharp ones in that maw of your's. Your nose feels much more moist, a good healthy dog like you should have that of course!"

"Muzzle...nice...w-wait...muzzle? Muzzle!?" Jason suddenly fell out of his trance, seeing a muzzle in his field of vision, bringing his hands up to it. "I-I didn't expect this to be real! I thought it was mental stuff! I can't be a dog!" Jason would start to panic over the changes.

"What's wrong Jason, is this not what you wanted to happen?" Sal simply asked, his tone unchanging from its calm state.

"Yeah but...not physically! That's not possible! You can't just turn into a dog!"

"But is that not what you are?" Sal leaned in closer. "A good boy, and a good boy always listens do they not?"

"Y-yes...a good boy list..ARF! BARK!" Jason's words left him, the ability to form anything in English gone completely. In mind he was nothing more than a dog, and soon that would be in body too!

"That is a good boy." Sal chuckled a bit. "Let's finish off your body so that we can have real fun. Maybe go for a walk? Does that make your tail wag? Do you feel that budding behind your body? That small nub of your's is growing, becoming longer and thinner. It's a nice fluff, I can tell your excited, your tail is wagging! A good boy like you deserves to be excited! You feel your tie wrapping around your neck tighter. It's not a soft fabric, but a firm leather. There's even a nice nametag on it, "Ranger." The name Jason is foreign to you. You won't respond to that name anymore, a good boy responds to what their master's call them, and your's calls you Ranger. Your body is becoming smaller, your skeletal structure leaving the realm of a human's. It is hunching over, your body is forced onto all fours. Why wouldn't you be though, dogs can't stand on just their hind legs, at least for long periods of time. You feel your feet becoming larger, the digits of them merging together. Your nails are properly trimmed and pads have formed underneath them. Your feet feel and go through just the same. That's a good boy. Perfect paws to stand, run, and prance on. Your hearing is improving at a rapid rate, the click clacking of the cradle becoming more apparent than ever. Thanks to that improvement, my whispering is even more clearer. Your ears have become larger, and you find them resting at the top of your head. You feel them point up, intent on what I have to say. You always love hearing what your master has to say. You are a good boy. And good boys love their masters unconditionally. The human Jason doesn't even ring a bell to you, and you don't care about them at all. Your Ranger, a very playful silver Labrador."

Sal approved of his work, taking a quick moment to admire it. "These next words are for that little bit of Jason that is still in your mind that will retain all of these memories and experiences once this wears off. You will revert to your normal, human self at the end of the day. Of course you will probably be back, because deep down you know you want to be a good dog. You love being a good dog. And I will always be here to let that happen. Now that my message to Jason is sent, it's Ranger's turn in control. I will stop the clacking, and you will fully be Ranger the Silver Lab."

And with that, Sal grabbed the ball as Ranger stepped out of his old clothes, shaking off his body. He looked up to Sal and his tail slowly started to wag.

"Who's a good boy? Who wants to go on a walkie?" he questioned in a baby voice, leaning down closer to the pup. This was met with Ranger's tail wagging faster, the pooch jumping up at Sal with excitement.

"Heh, good dog!" Sal laughed as he petted his temporary pet. He grabbed the leash, attaching it to his collar. "Let's go, I'll bring a ball so we can play fetch to!" Sal grabbed a tennis ball, the two headed off to a dog park where they would spend the day together playing and bonding. The Jason that was buried deep down in Ranger's mind knew this wouldn't be the last time he would do this, and would repeat it many more times to come!

Description
The second of the first wave of commissions of the Vino ant Kitsu Joint Commission Extravaganza done for www.furaffinity.net/user/range…

The artwork for this was done by the fantastic while the story below was done by me,

(The Vino ant Kitsu Joint Commission Extravaganza is a special event held by both parties in the name where Kitsu would do a full body, mid-TF piece with background while I would write a 1,200-1,800 word story based on the idea)

*****

"Annnd done!" Jason slapped his enter key with much gusto, having finished his latest story. Frankly he was pretty proud of it, the story was about someone being hypnotized to be transformed into a nice feral dog. He let out a weak sigh with a small smile as he held his head up with his hand, leaning on his elbow. He was a very avid fan of transformation of all sorts, and he loved writing stories about them.

Jason got lost in his own thoughts, thinking and fantasizing about going through a transformation himself. Of course he knew this wasn't possible, science seemed to be no where near that level. No, transformation seemed like it wasn't going to be much but an unfulfillable desire, as cool of a concept as it was.

He allowed himself to get lost in his own mind, day dreaming about himself going through a transformation. One of the things he had always wanted to be was a dog. Jason had always loved those adorable canines for as long as he could remember. That's what Jason wanted, to transform into a dog. Maybe not forever, but just running around on all fours with his tail wagging in excitement. An anthro, a feral, any kind of dog would do. He was lost in thought about his body slowly turning into a dog. From his face pushing into a muzzle to a tail bursting out behind him. That's the dream...

Jason shook his head, snapping out of his little day dream to hit the daily duties he needed to get done today. Mostly chores around the house, nothing too big or complicated. With those done and a filling dinner in his belly, Jason rested on the couch watching television as he hopped on his phone. He hit the usual sites, and eventually checked in on his recently posted story.

The story had a good amount of favorites, a few nice comments too, but what stuck out to him was a comment from a "Transhypnotizer." It was an interesting name, one that would imply they were likely a fan of hypnotic transformation. However, they invited Jason to talk on Discord to see if they were interested in a very unique hypnotism experience.

Jason was intrigued with hypnotism, and as such wound up taking the user up with his offer. The "Transhypnotizer" would be named Sal. The stage name was just used to get attention and people to his page to see what he was all about. Jason and Sal both hit it off, seemingly to both be into the same kind of stuff, with the main point of discussion being transformation.

As luck would have it, Sal would live in the same state as Jason and only about forty minutes away! Sal offered an initial free hypnosis session if he made the trip to his place of business. Sal promised that he would give Jason the most realistic transformation experience he would ever have. Taking a peek at Sal's "Transhypnotizer" page it seemed like he had a lot of rave reviews. That wasn't something that Jason was ready to pass up!

Jason made the drive out there, finding the address quite easily. It was in a little business complex a few blocks off of a freeway. He quickly and excitedly made his way up and over to Sal's office. With a knock on the door Jason was eager to start his first ever hypnosis session, specially one based on something he wrote!

"Ah, you must be Jason!" Sal greeted the man with a hug. "Come in, come in! Take a seat and get comfortable!" he instructed, Jason happily nodding and obliging.

"So you do this for a living? Do you only do transformation stuff or general hypnosis stuff too?"

"Little bit of both but let's be honest, we both know the transformation stuff is more fun!" Sal answered laughing, Jason joining in.

"You got me there! Anyways, how does this go exactly?"

"It's rather simple, I'm going to put you int a kind of trance, you might go in and out of it, but eventually by the end of it you'll be that lovable dog we discussed earlier."

"I can't wait!" Jason nodded happily. "I'm ready whenever you are!"

"Very well." Sal reached down underneath the table and pulled out a Newton's Cradle, setting it down on the table separating them. "You're going to need to focus on this. Just focus on the click clacking of the balls while you fall into a calm and relaxing trance."

Jason would obey, watching as the balls went back and fourth. He suddenly found his body relaxing and his eyes drooping. His head swayed idly with the balls on a string. Sal approved and made a few notes for himself as he watched Jason fall into a trance.

"Okay, listen through the clacks to my voice. We will be starting your changes shortly. I just need you to clear your mind. No worries, no emotions, no thoughts, just the sound of clacks and my voice. Very good."

"Now that we have that out of the way, your transformation is going to begin. I want you to picture yourself in a large, empty field. It a nice, peaceful field. A field that you would love running around in, feeling wind brush against your fur. That's right, your fur! Feel as the fur blows in the breeze. Your take pride in your nice dark silver fur. It's all over your body, from your head to your toes. You have a little bit of a lighter shade around your face, a nice color pallet for your nice coat of fur. You find yourself panting, your tongue longer than your face itself. It hung out of your mouth, dry saliva all over it. Your face is being pulled, but not in any painful way. It is normalizing, your nose moving along with it. Inside of your muzzle, you've lost many teeth but retained a decent amount of sharp ones in that maw of your's. Your nose feels much more moist, a good healthy dog like you should have that of course!"

"Muzzle...nice...w-wait...muzzle? Muzzle!?" Jason suddenly fell out of his trance, seeing a muzzle in his field of vision, bringing his hands up to it. "I-I didn't expect this to be real! I thought it was mental stuff! I can't be a dog!" Jason would start to panic over the changes.

"What's wrong Jason, is this not what you wanted to happen?" Sal simply asked, his tone unchanging from its calm state.

"Yeah but...not physically! That's not possible! You can't just turn into a dog!"

"But is that not what you are?" Sal leaned in closer. "A good boy, and a good boy always listens do they not?"

"Y-yes...a good boy list..ARF! BARK!" Jason's words left him, the ability to form anything in English gone completely. In mind he was nothing more than a dog, and soon that would be in body too!

"That is a good boy." Sal chuckled a bit. "Let's finish off your body so that we can have real fun. Maybe go for a walk? Does that make your tail wag? Do you feel that budding behind your body? That small nub of your's is growing, becoming longer and thinner. It's a nice fluff, I can tell your excited, your tail is wagging! A good boy like you deserves to be excited! You feel your tie wrapping around your neck tighter. It's not a soft fabric, but a firm leather. There's even a nice nametag on it, "Ranger." The name Jason is foreign to you. You won't respond to that name anymore, a good boy responds to what their master's call them, and your's calls you Ranger. Your body is becoming smaller, your skeletal structure leaving the realm of a human's. It is hunching over, your body is forced onto all fours. Why wouldn't you be though, dogs can't stand on just their hind legs, at least for long periods of time. You feel your feet becoming larger, the digits of them merging together. Your nails are properly trimmed and pads have formed underneath them. Your feet feel and go through just the same. That's a good boy. Perfect paws to stand, run, and prance on. Your hearing is improving at a rapid rate, the click clacking of the cradle becoming more apparent than ever. Thanks to that improvement, my whispering is even more clearer. Your ears have become larger, and you find them resting at the top of your head. You feel them point up, intent on what I have to say. You always love hearing what your master has to say. You are a good boy. And good boys love their masters unconditionally. The human Jason doesn't even ring a bell to you, and you don't care about them at all. Your Ranger, a very playful silver Labrador."

Sal approved of his work, taking a quick moment to admire it. "These next words are for that little bit of Jason that is still in your mind that will retain all of these memories and experiences once this wears off. You will revert to your normal, human self at the end of the day. Of course you will probably be back, because deep down you know you want to be a good dog. You love being a good dog. And I will always be here to let that happen. Now that my message to Jason is sent, it's Ranger's turn in control. I will stop the clacking, and you will fully be Ranger the Silver Lab."

And with that, Sal grabbed the ball as Ranger stepped out of his old clothes, shaking off his body. He looked up to Sal and his tail slowly started to wag.

"Who's a good boy? Who wants to go on a walkie?" he questioned in a baby voice, leaning down closer to the pup. This was met with Ranger's tail wagging faster, the pooch jumping up at Sal with excitement.

"Heh, good dog!" Sal laughed as he petted his temporary pet. He grabbed the leash, attaching it to his collar. "Let's go, I'll bring a ball so we can play fetch to!" Sal grabbed a tennis ball, the two headed off to a dog park where they would spend the day together playing and bonding. The Jason that was buried deep down in Ranger's mind knew this wouldn't be the last time he would do this, and would repeat it many more times to come!