A normal day...until

The next day passes normally. Master works in the sawmill as you tend to the Tavern guests. You serve meals, clean rooms, and endure the frequent hand on your scantily clad form before rushing away to the safety of behind the bar.

The night, however finds you, your master and a mysterious female figure sitting around a table, the door to the tavern locked and the building empty. You look inquisitively at the woman, noticing the features of a goat beastman poking out from an esoteric garb covered in pentagrams that makes you think she might be some sort of witch or cultist.

"I'm just looking to make some slight adjustments to my **** here." Bjor continues in a smooth tone. "Kitten here was an adventurer but has no need for his combat abilities anymore. I'd like to transfer them to myself along with his masculinity and...can you drain intelligence or is it just physical attributes?"

The goat witch looks at you appraisingly. "You can take whatever your **** here is willing to give you." She says, her voice low. "But I'm not comfortable readying the ritual with a willpower enchanted collar. I need to be comfortable that he wants this too."

Bjor looks almost sheepish for a moment before turning to you and removing your collar for the first time in months. You feel mildly hungover, less sensitive, the mental connection between you and your Master is gone for the moment. You look up at him, automatically seeking his guidance. "Well, kitten...." Bjor starts. "As your master, I think some of your aptitude is being wasted and you know I can put it to better use than you." You blush but you can hardly disagree. Within a few weeks of meeting Bjor, he had already entrapped you into lifelong servitude. You would love to see him get even stronger and smarter.

You turn to the witch, or maybe cultist, who has been watching your face intently. You nod and she gives you an incredulous expression that seems to question how someone could be so pathetic. "Alright, lie your **** on the table and I'll get started."

Master helps you up onto the table where the cultist paints glowing lines around your naked body. 5 minutes later you are covered from head to toe in magical ink, admiring the sensual curving of the artistic work.

"Okay, it's ready. You should be able to push for any attributes you want to take from your **** here and. if he's willing, you will be able to absorb them permanently." The goat lady says, stepping back and wiping her hands. "also establishing dominance is important. The more submissive emotions you can make him feel, the more effective it will be."

"That won't be a problem." Your master snorts before reclining on a nearby couch. Completely naked with similar magical markings, Bjor bounces his erect cock in your direction, curling a finger to wordlessly tell you to start sucking.

You aren't wearing the collar right now and are almost surprised as you don't immediately drop to your knees. You glance at the door, and realize that it's been locked along with all the windows in the room. The goat cultists catches your eye, grinning as she drinks in your fear, her animalistic desire present in the pillar of meat stiffening between her hairy legs. Whatever is about to happen is definitely illegal dark magic and you look back once more at Bjor, your fight or flight instinct yelling at you to bolt for the door.

Your eyes fall on the deliciously sweaty cock. Bjor has been working hard all day and you have been looking forward to licking it clean all day. Perhaps you can just give it a quick clean, 'the goat did say that he could only take what I'm willing to give.'

Your arousal wins over your better judgement and you plop yourself between your Master's knees, giving his fat cock one long lick with your tongue. The absence in your mind left by taking off the **** collar is suddenly replaced by a mental connection to your master far more intimate and powerful than the weak willbind of the collar. You let yourself become a conduit for his desires, stroking and sucking his manly cock and balls exactly how his mind tells you to do so.

His voice fills your brain as you move your way down his hairy crotch on a god given quest to lick every inch. "See, you're so much better when you don't think. Why don't you give me some of your intelligence. I'll put it to much better use than you." Bjor lies your head back on the couch, placing his sweaty asshole over your face. Your mind attempts to form some defense against the inherent wrongness of the situation, but Bjor's voice overrides your thoughts with a command. "Make out with my asshole and give."

You let go, your small cock leaking clear semen as you strain your neck to make out with the heady hole above you before Master has even fully sat down. The brain drain starts as your lips touch the filthy hole, **** pleasure wracks your body as you submit your knowledge and mental acuity. It quickly becomes hard to think so you focus all of your attention on serving your amazing master.

"That should make the rest of this easier." Bjor chortles above you to the cultist who is now vigorously getting off to your absolute submission. The cult had arranged a few things behind the scenes to deliver you to Bjor but she never expected to see a hero fall so fall and so pathetically.

Bjor stands up off of you, a trail of your saliva connecting you to his asshole for a few moments. You continue making out with the air for a moment before you realize and your master's dominant voice once again fills your mind. "Now you're the perfect dumb little kitten." you blush at your Master's remarks but are unable to string two words together for a retort as he sits down on the couch and your focus centers on his slick cock. "Sit down on this dick and give me your manhood, slut." You are the picture of obedience as you lower yourself down onto your Daddy's cock, moaning shamelessly every inch.

The dark energy that drained your mind inundates your body and you feel your very essence being absorbed into the fat pillar of meat stuffing your behind. You notice your penis start to shrink away but are far more preoccupied with Master's mind-breaking erection that you swear is growing larger and larger. The cultist erupts sperm across the room as your body is actively feminized in front of her eyes, the human worker you submitted yourself to growing larger and more muscular as he drains everything, he desires from you, leaving you a weak, clumsy cat with a brand new, and now glistening pussy.

"That was fun." Bjor chuckles, and you find yourself purring in agreement. His seed spills out of your ass as he stands up and maneuvers you onto your back. His cock has definitely grown larger after stealing away your essence as he slaps it onto your midsection, showing you just how much of your body was about to be used as this jacked human's cock sleeve. "Now let's test out your new cunt, kitten." Completely cum-drunk already, you gyrate your hips forward to rub your sensitive new nub against the underside of master's shaft, enticing him to fuck you for all you're worth.

"Yes, yes, please, fuck me, Master." You moan, begging him as he pulls his massive member back along your midsection, lining the fat head up with the entrance to your new fuckhole. You shudder beneath him as he starts to spread you around his meaty girth. You feel your inner walls stretching impossibly wide to take in your owner's dick and you cry out loudly as your mind sublimates in the pleasure of both your own pussy and the feedback of your master breaking you in for the first time.

"That's a good girl." He says, pulling out slightly to slowly push himself another inch inside of you. He keeps going, all the way inside, until your pussy is full of his fat cock. You feel like you have been split open and filled, your tiny hole stretched until you feel as if there is more cock than there are innards inside of you. Both of your minds come to this idea of you now being a literal kitty cock-sleeve and you start to cum, your cunt spasming wildly around your master's fat fuckstick which pulses twice and then starts to unload rope after rope of his splooge into your new womb.

"I don't know if you can get pregnant but I'm gonna try putting a baby in you tonight." He says dominantly, starting to move his hips back and forth, his still rock-hard cock now stirring his large load inside of your womb. "You're such a naughty little kitten and I have a lot of plans for you."

With that he begins to hump you rapidly, slamming his thick prick into your tight young pussy. He reaches so deep inside of you now that you can feel every inch of him, and you whimper helplessly as he pounds you mercilessly. His cock is so big that you can watch the bump that his fat head makes in your tummy as it pumps in and out of your slick vagina. You squirm beneath him, unable to hold still as he plows you, moaning and whimpering in complete sexual bliss.

It doesn't take long for you to cum again, your mind and body overwhelmed by the exquisite pleasure of being fucked in your pussy for the first time. You feel your master's orgasm approaching and he gives one final thrust before letting loose, blasting hot semen into your womb. You feel his seed shoot into you, filling your womb with his manly fluids again.

"Feel free to use her mouth if you like." Your master says to the cultist who has pulled a chair up for a better look and whose beast cock is once again dripping onto the shag carpet. "I think I'll be buried in this sweet fuckhole all night."

"Don't mind if I do." The goat beastman says as she finds a seated position that allows for you to nurse on the head of her long goat cock. The her cum tastes delightfully corruptive as you suckle on the fat head like an obedient sex kitten. Master starts to move inside of you again, his amazing cock ready for round 3. Your sensitive body clenches pleasurably around your strong owner's man meat as you cum uncontrollably, your mind awash with sheer bliss as your orgasm doesn't seem to end. It only increases in intensity as you are fucked harder and harder into the couch.

The night passes, filled with every deprived act these two dominant beings can imagine and ending with you overstuffed with cum and resting at your master's feet on the carpet.