#puppification

Turn 4 : Mid-Game Collision

The lounge’s light had dimmed further, the board now glowing more sharply. Tension was no longer undercurrent—it was pulse.

Sam moved first. His fingers glided with precision across the board, extending his faction reach across central nodes, recruiting new tokens.

Elsewhere in the city: Jake, Sam’s scruffy rocker roommate, was caught mid-snack when he suddenly stopped, looked at the mess, and began methodically cleaning. His scraggy beard has disappeared, his hair now combed flat, his clothes morphed into an ivory polo neatly fastened, with tight chino shorts. Now one of Sam’s new pro-social prep converts.

Nils followed. A new card—“Pack Equip: Pup Hood”—resolved with a hum. His collar glinted deeper green as soft dog ears reappeared, this time atop his head. The harness adjusted itself to fit tighter, gleaming under ambient green light. He smiled without concern. His faction moved quickly—synchronized, happy. He gestured—barely—and three units peeled off toward Sam’s zones to turn his crew.

Jake was scrubbing the flat’s counters. A knock came and opened the door like a good boy—a trio of green-hooded figures surged into the room. They barked in perfect unison. Jake gasped, tailbone twitching under his sweats. Moments later, he was jogging down the street on all fours, tail wagging, following his new pack.

Maximus charged the map. Energy spilled from him, muscles bloated and glistening under the compression shirt. He surged through a contested Mall district—slamming down a gear combo. A dramatic flash: Jayden recoiled, hand on his red cap, watching as Maximus swiped the zone. Now wearing a skimpy gold crop top leaving his defined abs fully on display, he blinked at his reflection in the glass. “Whoa... this looks sick.”

Percival recruited, playing the Group Conversion Pulse he had prepared. His play was quiet, methodical. A full row of tokens slid into alignment. Downtown plaza: Percival’s boyfriend stood at a tram stop, scrolling his phone. A sudden flash. He paused. The screen blinked black. A rubbery black polo formed over his button-up like liquid ink. His spine straightened. Eyes glazed faintly.

Across the street, two coworkers toasted post-shift beers. One laughed—then coughed. His hoodie melted into smooth polymer. The other dropped his glass as his tie dissolved, reforming into a shiny polo collar trimmed with gold. They stood together, unblinking.

Moments later, the trio entered the Unity Center. Inside, silent attendants fastened gasmasks, affixed neural rings. Spirals spun. The lights dimmed. When they exited, fully dronified, their footsteps matched perfectly.

The First Take-over

Then came Jayden.

He had waited. Four turns of deck-building, style-boosting, and sly glances. The moment was here. He entered Nils’ green district with swagger, four cards in hand:

“Urban Override.” “Peer Pressure Pack.” “Crimson Switch.” “Alpha Mark.”

They slammed down one after another. Green mist turned red. Collars sparked, then shimmered into black and crimson. Nils blinked—something switched. He stayed smiling, his tail wagging, but his outfit morph, taking on red color and more hound like feel. He dropped on all four and went at Jayden's feet to lick his hand in newfound loyalty. The “Verdant Trail Instinct Circle” dissolved. The “Crimson Trail Street Hounds” rose.

They barked. Obedient. Loyal.

There was a stunned silence.

Sam adjusted his tie, blinking once. “So that’s what the Take-Over rule was referring to,” he muttered, tone clipped, but intrigued.

Maximus stared. “Bro... that’s wild.” He scratched his arm absently, posture straightening.

Percival said nothing. His eyes narrowed just slightly. A quiet nod.

Nils just basked in loyal pup bliss, panting happily at Jayden’s feet, eyes unfocused but glowing. He didn’t understand what the fuss was about. He had a Master now. That felt right.

Jayden snorted. “Guess I’m not just a player anymore.”

EVENT: Recruitment Drive

“Each player recruits one crew member in every zone they control.”

A ripple. Across the city, faction symbols blinked brightly.

Jayden flicked a token into position and grinned. “Guess that’s how the streets get loyal.”

Sam barely looked up. “I see the logic. Rapid network growth via enforced etiquette.” He straightened his vest again.

Maximus pumped his fist. “Man, I love this part. Look at 'em—zone’s mine now!”

Near a parking garage, a skater practiced tricks. A preppy recruit offered a flyer. The moment it touched his hand, his posture corrected, and his flannel receded into a slim-fit shirt. His board dropped, and he began sweeping the lot.

Near a basketball court, a gym bro hit another rep. Maximus’s golden jocks high-fived him, tossing a branded tank. He slipped it on—eyes glazing as he muttered, “Gold’s rule.”

In an apartment hallway, a man heard a soft chime and opened his door. A black-gloved drone was there—silent, eyes glowing faintly. A single touch on the forehead—and the man’s shirt melted into rubbery black. His breath caught, then synced. He joined the line.

Beside a vending machine, a teen slouched in sagging jeans. A chav tapped his shoulder, offered a vape. One pull—his hoodie turned red. His walk got cockier, looser. He tossed his old sneakers and stepped into shining red kicks.

Turn 5 – Brief Descent

The board’s glow deepened.

Maximus grunted, rubbing a shoulder. He looked massive. The hoodie was gone—replaced by a golden crop top barely containing his chest. His hair was longer now, bleached, slightly messy in a styled way. He smiled blankly. “You need something, boss?”

His stats were wild: ++Power, +Style, -Control, ++Submissiveness, ++ Obsession. The trophy had grown legs.

Sam tried to push back—targeting Maximus with behavioral redirects. Cards fluttered across the board: “Schedule Discipline,” “Self-Reflection,” “Group Accountability.”

Jayden was spreading—his hounds covering new red zones. His voice had a tone now. Confident. Charismatic. Dangerous. He barked a short order and one of Nils’ crew bowed immediately.

Percival remained stoic. Not flashy. Not showy. But inevitable. Another “Efficient Integration” card slipped into play. Sam twitched as another prep convert smiled too wide.

EVENT: Hierarchy

“If your Control stat is strictly higher than Submissiveness, gain +1 Control. If your Control is strictly lower than Submissiveness, gain +1 Submissiveness.”

Sam glanced down. His stats—equal. His lip tightened. He missed the boost.

Percival looked over, deadpan:

“Don’t pretend... you know the place you truly belong.”

_________

Ready to Lure, Trap, and Turn? Urban Dominion has just begun. The Hive is watching. The city awaits its new rulers.

🌀 Join the Golden Army. Become a Polo Drone. Serve the Protocol.

💬 Contact our recruiters: @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 @polo-drone-125

Part 1 │ Part 2

"Damn it!” Blue, working in his home office, heard Kevin groan from the front door.

He pushed himself away from his desk and walked downstairs, trying to figure out what was wrong. In the entryway of their home, he saw his shirtless, hairy boyfriend clad in nothing but a skimpy jockstrap that struggled to contain his massive bulge. He was frowning as he glanced at the porch, the door swinging wide open so that the whole neighborhood could see his buff frame.

“What is it?” Blue asked, placing a tender hand on Kevin’s hairy pec, trying to fight back a smile as the other man shuddered at the touch, his jockstrap-clad bulge twitching.

Kevin tried to focus on the issue at hand, even as he leaned further into Blue’s touch. “Someone stole our package,” he whined. “Again!”

At the sound of the ruckus downstairs, Nick made his way down and over to the other two. He was still naked from his interrupted stream, his hard cock bobbing out in front of him with every step he took. The only thing he wore was a cowboy hat— something that was a permanent fixture of his wardrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” he asked, his thick country boy accent as prominent as ever.

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself. “It seems that there’s been some porch pirates in the area,” he mused, trying to think up a solution.

Kevin snorted, “Maybe if we had a guard dog to scare the thieves away.”

Nick nodded in agreement. “Some big fella who would scare any of them robbers away. That’d do the trick.”

An idea started to form in Blue’s mind and he began to smirk to himself. “A big, strong guard dog?” he hummed. “That’s a pretty good idea…”

— — —

“…so make sure you like and subscribe for more Pokémon content,” Wolfe Glick said into his webcam, giving his usual sign off for his next video. He clicked on the red circle icon, stopping his recording.

He glanced at the time on his computer, and shot out of his seat once he realized that he was running late for his appointment. The World Champion Pokémon player was an avid streamer, and with Worlds coming up, he was starting to feel the pressure a little bit. It wasn’t anything too terrible, but Wolfe figured that the smartest thing to do would be to talk to a professional before any of his anxieties grew.

After doing some Internet searching, Wolfe had stumbled upon the homepage of a certain hypnotherapist named Blue, who claimed to specialize in work-related anxiety. After one phone call, he’d made an appointment with the hypnotherapist, hoping that he could use his expertise to help him dominate at Worlds and maintain his top position as the World’s Greatest Pokémon Master.

After leaving his place, Wolfe made it to the hypnotherapist’s home office just in time. He parked his car in back and made his way up to the front door.

He barely had time to knock before the front door swung open, revealing the doctor. “Welcome, Wolfe,” Blue grinned. “I’ve been expecting you. Please come in.”

The streamer followed Blue inside the home, noting how cozy it was. There was the faint smell of musk, as if there was an at-home gym on the premises. Plus, he could see a variety of consoles and gaming memorabilia.

“You game?” Wolfe asked, finding playing video games a safe way to form a connection with a new person.

Blue nodded as he led the other man into his office, gesturing towards the sofa for him to relax on. “From time to time,” he said. “My boyfriends play a lot more than I do. They actually stream for a living.”

Wolfe nodded to himself as he took the offered seat.

“But you didn’t come all the way here to discuss gaming with me, did you?” Blue asked, grabbing his notebook and pen. “Tell me, Wolfe, what’s on your mind?”

The streamer shrugged his broad shoulders, and the bottom of his polo lifted with the action, giving Blue a sneak peek of his happy trail. “I’ve just been feeling a little stress and anxiety over this competition that’s coming up,” he admitted. “It’s nothing too much, but I just wanted to talk to someone to make sure I stay grounded.”

Blue nodded, humming to himself in thought. “You know,” he finally said, “there are some hypnosis treatments that I can offer you to help keep your stress levels down.”

“Sure, let’s try it,” he said, leaning back into the sofa.

The hypnotherapist fought to hide his mischievous smirk as he grabbed his pocket watch out of his coat. “Now, just focus your attention on the watch and listen to the sound of my voice,” he said in a smooth tone. 

Wolfe did as instructed, and he instantly felt relaxed as he watched the pocket watch swing left and right. The sounds of the Blue’s melodic words lulled him into a deep sleep, and eventually his eyes glazed over and his jaw was slack as he fell under Blue’s control.

A wide grin stretched out Blue’s face. “Now Wolfe, I want you to listen to every command I give you,” he said, his voice slow and deep. “Tell me if you understand.”

“I understand,” Wolfe repeated in a monotone, his eyes still fixated on the swinging pocket watch.

“Now, Wolfe, you may continue your streaming career, but you’re also going to take up another passion: Bodybuilding.”

“I will take up bodybuilding,” Wolfe repeated.

“You will look into bodybuilding and you will grow consumed with the thought of getting bigger. And you won’t listen to anyone who questions this new desire of yours.”

“I want to get bigger.”

Snap! Blue snapped his fingers, jolting Wolfe out of his daze.

Wolfe jerked back in his seat, rubbing at his temples in confusion. The last thing he’d been able to vividly recall was arriving at the doctor’s home. Yet, after that, everything was fuzzy. He struggled to recall anything during the hypnosis session, but a thick fog seemed to solidify in his brain, effectively blocking it out.

The streamer continued to massage his foggy head as he tried to piece together anything. However, he soon realized that the mild panic he’d felt earlier in the morning was gone. Whereas, he’d felt a little apprehension about the upcoming Pokémon tournaments, he didn’t feel worried in the slightest now as he sat in front of Blue.

The man perked up. “It worked!” he gasped in surprised. “Holy crap, it actually worked!”

Blue smiled to himself. “Of course it did,” he chuckled. “Now, let’s go ahead an schedule you a follow-up…”

After scheduling another session, Wolfe left the doctor’s office with his head held high. The cute streamer was in awe that the hypnotherapy actually worked, and he was planning on telling all of his friends about the miracle worker that Dr. Blue was. However, all of his elation fell down to the ground when he saw his reflection in the tinted windows of his car.

Wolfe deeply frowned when he examined his body.

He’d worn a simple polo and some shorts for his session, so his limbs were easily visible. However, the man grew self-conscious when he saw how stick thin and tiny his arms looked. He flexed one arm, feeling immense disappointment when his bicep barely created a lump. Looking down at himself, his chest seemed embarrassingly flat, showing absolutely zero traces of muscle whatsoever. And his legs were like toothpicks: thin and simple.

Never before had Wolfe ever felt self-conscious about his body. Being a streamer, he tended to not get as much exercise as he’d preferred to; however, all he seemed to be able to think about as he stared at his slender reflection was that he was so small and tiny.

Without a second thought, Wolfe got into his car and sped down the road to one of the local gyms in the area. He hurried inside and paid for a membership, immediately heading towards the weight pile…

— — —

There was a knock on the door, and Dr. Blue left his office to go answer it. He swung it open widely, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he saw his altered client.

“Good morning, Dr. Blue,” Wolfe smiled as he entered the house for his follow-up appointment.

It’d been about two months since his last visit, and although he’d known that the results would be drastic, Blue still wasn’t fully prepared for what he saw.

Whereas before, Wolfe had been rather slender and toned, this new hunk was packed with solid muscle. Still wearing the same sized clothes as before, Wolfe’s new muscles stretched every fabric to the limit. His arms had grown, making the tight sleeves of his polo bunch up near his rounding shoulders. The bottom of his shirt was lifted a little bit due to his growing pecs that were now so big that the streamer couldn’t button up the polo at the top. His legs had grown a bit too, forcing his usual strut to take on a little bit of a waddle.

“Wow, Wolfe, you’ve been working out, haven’t you?” Blue mused, quite literally drooling over the growing gamer.

Wolfe blushed a little bit. “Yeah, a little bit,” he said, flexing a sizable bicep, causing the fabric around his arms to rip a little bit. “I’m still nowhere near as big as I’d like to be though.”

Blue smirked a little as an idea formed in his head. “Well, I can help you out with that too,” he offered. “If you’d like, of course.”

Wolfe eagerly agreed and nearly threw himself down onto the couch, sitting up straight as he readied himself for another hypnotherapy session. His stress levels were already at an all time low, so if Blue could help him out with his workouts, then he’d feel one-hundred percent at peace. Over the past few months, Wolfe still streamed and prepared for Worlds; however, whenever he wasn’t playing Pokémon, the stud was in the gym. He worked out religiously all in attempt to bulk up. Although he was gaining some impressive muscles in such a short amount of time (and he’d already gained about twenty pounds of pure muscle), he was nowhere near feeling big enough. He still felt tiny, despite having outgrown all of his clothes that were now plastered against his growing frame.

“Just pay attention to the pocket watch,” Blue ordered, swinging it to and fro.

Again, it didn’t take long before Wolfe was lost in a trance, his jaw slacked as the growing muscle stud was put under.

“Wolfe,” Blue smiled, “you’re making some nice progress, but we can speed things up a bit. You’re now going to feel an urge to take steroids so that you can get as inhumanly big as possible.”

“I will take steroids,” Wolfe repeated, his voice robotic and slow.

“And once you’re all big and bulky like a bodybuilder, you’ll come move in here to be our good guard dog.”

“I will be a big guard dog…”

— — —

Over the next few months, Wolfe practically lived in the gym. He still focused on his streaming career, and even won Worlds. However, now that that was out of the way, the growing hunk was able to devote all of his time to working out and growing his muscles.

At his gym, he’d managed to make some connections to get a hold of some fast-acting steroids that were guaranteed to bring about drastic results. At first, Wolfe noticed the side effects more than anything. His body hair grew in thicker with all of the extra testosterone in his system, leading to his chest hair growing in at a faster rate and covering up all of his budding muscles. And his libido was in hyperdrive. The streamer was constantly horny, and after each workout session, he had to excuse himself to the locker room to take care of his throbbing member.

Whereas Wolfe had started out his hypnotherapy sessions weighing in a regular 180 pounds, the stud was now topping the scales at 320 pounds of pure, solid muscle. His arms had packed on so much size that he had trouble bending them past a ninety degree angle, and whenever they were relaxed, they rested atop his new flaring lats. His pecs had inflated to large proportions, looking cumbersome and heavy as they jutted off his torso. The hairy mounds were so large that they forced his nipples to point downward; and his large pecs and arms kept pushing against each other whenever he tried to told a game controller for his streams which led to a lot of his videos showing him struggling to get comfortable in his tiny chair with such a large bulky body. His legs were so large now that the streamer waddled everywhere he went, his massive thighs rolling over each other with each step. Thanks to his steroid usage, his stomach pushed out slightly, giving him the beginnings of what would eventually turn into a large, round roidgut.

Wolfe was huge! His large hairy muscles were professional bodybuilder size, and the stud still wanted to get bigger. He had trouble finding clothes that would fit over his enormous bulk, resulting in his wardrobe consisting of numerous tanks and loose shorts. Still, at their largest size, his shorts appeared shrink wrapped around his big quads, and his pecs constantly spilled out over the tops of his tanks.

It was dressed like this that Wolfe made his way back to Blue’s place for what was supposed to be their final session. Although Wolfe felt as if his anxiety was under control, he still felt compelled to venture back to the hypnotherapist’s office.

When he entered, he felt an odd surge of pride when he saw how wide Blue’s eyes got when looking at his muscles.

“Wow, Wolfey,” Blue genuinely mused. “You’re huge!”

Wolfe felt his face stretch out into a joyful smile at being called huge, and he couldn’t resist forming a double biceps pose on the spot. His mountainous biceps flexed with power, and since he’d come straight to the doctor’s after his workout, his hairy pits were all sweaty and musky, filling the small office with a locker room aroma.

Blue ran an admiring hand over one of Wolfe’s large muscletits, giving the round muscle a playful squeeze. “You must’ve been working out a lot,” he teased. “Such a big, strong guy you are!”

Wolfe couldn’t help but preen at the compliments he was getting. For some strange reason, they seemed to bring about a joyous sensation deep within him, and he felt himself growing more and more excited by the second. His hard cock started to tent out his workout shorts, and he moved to another pose. This time, forming a side chest pose to illustrate just how much work he’d put into building up his massive body.

“Is that him?” Wolfe heard a deep voice with a country accent ask.

Still posing, he looked over to the stairs to see two men descend. One was wearing cowboy hat while the other had grown out what looked like a porn stache. Both were hairy and left their impressive (yet way smaller than his) chests on full display.

Instead of being self-conscious at being caught showing off his muscles for another guy, Wolfe loved having more guys look at him. The streamer leaned forward to form a most muscular pose, loving every second that the three guys were gawking at his humongous muscles.

“Yep,” Blue said, clapping Wolfe on the back. “This is Wolfey, our new guard dog. With muscles as big as his, no one will dare to steal our packages anymore. Watch…”

The hypnotherapist pressed a button on his phone, making the doorbell ring.

Something inside of Wolfe clicked and the large bodybuilder streamer felt a fierce protectiveness grow inside of himself. Looking at Blue, Nick, and Kevin, Wolfe started to view the men in a different light. Suddenly, instead of strangers, the three of them were the most handsome men in the world to Wolfe, and he could feel an almost animalistic instinct form in the pit of his gut.

At the thought of someone being at the door, Wolfe dropped onto all fours with a loud thud. The large bodybuilder crawled over the door, his massive muscular arms slamming onto the floor intimidatingly as he moved. He felt himself bare his teeth, letting out a low, bellowing growl.

“Grrr…” Wolfey growled as he protected his new home like a guard dog. He puffed out his hairy, muscular chest with power. Had someone really been at the door, then no doubt, they would’ve been scared away by the sight of the growling bodybuilder.

Blue smirked and walked up to Wolfey. He fastened a leather collar with spikes adorning it around his neck. Attached to it was a metallic tag in the shape of a dog bone that read out: WOLFEY.

Wolfey flinched at the feeling and for a moment, something inside of his foggy brain screamed at him that something was wrong. It said that he shouldn’t be on the floor of the hypnotherapist’s office, and that he shouldn’t be this big. However, as he looked up into Blue’s eyes, he felt the panic quickly evaporate and he flexed his large muscles with pride.

“Who’s my good boy?” Blue teasingly asked, patting Wolfey on the head.

The bodybuilder streamer straightened his posture and flexed his large arms again. “Me,” he beamed widely. “I’m a good boy!”

Over the next few days, Wolfey blended into the new dynamic at Blue’s household seamlessly. In the morning, he would wake up and stream some Pokémon, showing off his massive muscles for his viewers and flexing whenever they tipped him. Then he’d start to work out in the home gym, grunting loudly as he lifted heavy weights like they were nothing. He also proved to be quite the guard dog too, fiercely protecting his new house and its inhabitants. There were no more porch pirate incidents, especially after Wolfey came bounding out the front door, barking and displaying his massive muscles to scare the would-be robber away.

Note : This is a small side as I wanted to share some hot gallery on Nils' crimson take-over that @nate-gold-66 generated on my instructions, with two vignettes. It corresponds to events in Chapter 4.

Nils – Crimson Take-over

It started with the scent—synthetic, warm, red. He blinked once. Jayden’s cards landed like orders. The mist coiled around his limbs. There was no pain, only heat.

His hoodie liquefied at the seams. Wrists and ankles were first—gloved in gloss. The jacket thickened, ballooning into high-shine crimson, stitched with curved segments like armor. His breath fogged inside the forming pup hood. The muzzle clicked over his jaw. He drooled, panting.

The collar refastened. New tag. New trail.

“Street Hound.”

The floor tiles pulsed. Jayden’s sneaker planted before him—red and gold, glinting under zone light. Nils collapsed forward, hands flattened into padded gloves. A black leash touched his fingers.

He didn’t hesitate.

Tongue out. Tail wagging. Licking.

He didn’t need to understand. His head was fuzzy, but his heart was loud. He barked. The board had spoken.

He belonged.

He could still feel the hum of the card edges, the light buzz of Jayden’s voice. Commands were warm now—comfort, not control. The tiles pulsed under his knees like heartbeat. Red. Steady. Right.

_____

Within the Polo-Drone Hive – Flashback

Stylus scratched against glass.

070 watched silently as Nate finished aligning the last deck. The sleeves glimmered faintly—heat-reactive pigment, etched with faction glyphs. Crimson Blocks' custom deck was near the edge.

Nate blinked.

The glow from his tablet screen matched the tone he imagined—deep crimson, faint pulse. On the display: the next card frame. “Crimson Switch.” His fingers hesitated over the HUD settings, then slowly tapped: Gloss Overlay – Max. Latex Reflection – +3.

His thoughts weren’t on the UI.

They were on the leash.

He imagined it—clipped just under his chin. His vest pulling tighter. Breath fogging inside a hood. The edge of someone’s shoe—polished red, waiting.

Nate exhaled, shifting in his seat.

“Do it right,” 070 had said. “Feel it.”

And he did.

Each render pass brought him closer—not to understanding, but to obedience. The line thickness, the leash angle, the expression on the pup’s face—it had to be just right. Blank but blissful. Desperate to serve. Happy to have a Master.

A soft ding—render complete.

Nate smiled faintly, already dragging the next template onto the canvas.

“Alpha Mark,” he whispered.

And imagined himself crawling forward.

_________

Ready to Lure, Trap, and Turn? Urban Dominion has just begun. The Hive is watching. The city awaits its new rulers.

🌀 Join the Golden Army. Become a Polo Drone. Serve the Protocol.

💬 Contact our recruiters: @brodygold @goldenherc9 @polo-drone-001 @polo-drone-125