conflicting changes

it's been months now since that fateful encounter. it's hard to remember how exactly it all happened, but you recall the general sequence of events. it was late at night, you were walking home from a friend's house, then you took the wrong turn. an unfamiliar street, so eerily empty and quiet. then a strange figure, floating around you in a way that should be impossible, talking in a way that made no sense. next, a flash of blue light, its hand on your crotch, its fingers in your mouth. and then, nothing. it was gone. it all happened so quickly, you didn't even have a chance to react. you were terrified. in shock. the parts of your body it touched felt strange afterwards, but you were too focused on getting home to notice what exactly was off.

once you were safe and the initial rush of adrenaline wore off, it only took a quick look in the mirror to realize what had happened. where your genitals sat this morning was nothing but a smooth patch of fur. you felt it up, and save for the small hole to pee out of there was no sign that a dick had ever been there. then, the strange feeling in your mouth. you opened it, and instead of your tongue there was a cock, the same shape as yours used to be. it was just sitting there, as if it had always been there, as if nothing had changed. it didn't feel real. it couldn't have been real. you felt so out of it, you decided to go to sleep, and with the adrenaline all out of your body now you passed out cold.

you woke up the next morning, feeling all sore and groggy. you started to get up, but then you recalled the sequence of events from last night. you quickly felt up your crotch to reassure yourself that this was only a dream. but no. it wasn't. the changes were real. they were right there, as much a part of you as any other part of your body. you spent the next few hours pacing in circles, panicking, feeling your changed parts up, trying to figure out how this could be. eventually, you managed to calm down a little bit, and you thought to do what you always do when something's wrong and you don't know why. you took to the internet.

you tried to find answers, ways to reverse it, anything. at first there was nothing - unrelated links, kink stories written about similar themes, art of them - seemingly nobody else has had the same thing happen to them. but then you thought to look up the creature you saw. you didn't remember its appearance as much as you remembered its uncanny presence, the way it floated around you. the grin.

bingo. it didn't take long to find threads of people talking about their own experiences. it all matched. accounts of a street suddenly appearing where it shouldn't be, quiet and empty, the strange creature that looked all wrong, the blue light, the changes. everyone gets changed in a different way. there was no consensus as to why this happens, or what makes specific creatures receive specific kinds of changes. in fact, you didn't find much of use at all, just people's individual experiences. but you did find a link - it was an invite link to a private group chat, a support group of sorts for those who had been changed.

after talking to others for hours, it seemed like there was no undoing it. others had tried to go to different doctors, only to be told that there were no signs of alterations to their anatomy whatsoever, and that with current medical technology there was no way to undo changes this major. in every case it was as if the changes had always been there, always parts of their bodies. nobody was able to find the strange creature again, either. strangely, while others around those changed did notice the differences, they were never worried about them. they never showed any signs of panic, fear, or that anything had been wrong. the person they knew just became changed, and it didn't seem to bother them. they'd ask how it happened, they'd talk about it, but despite what would seem like a cause for concern, nobody was ever worried about it. you were grateful for that, at least. the last thing you wanted was to worry about others freaking out whenever you opened your mouth around them.

as you spent more time chatting in the support group, you noticed a strange pattern. those who had been living with their changes for more than a few months weren't bothered by them. they started out like everyone else: scared, confused, trying to find ways to undo it. but over time they'd come to realize that these changes were ones they had always wanted, even if they didn't know it before. in fact, a lot of the time, they learned to love whatever changes had been done to them. those creatures would usually try to comfort the newly transformed, to tell them that things would be okay. initially, you didn't want to believe them. you refused to believe that you'd ever be happy with a cock in your mouth. it wasn't just the appearance. while it took the place of your tongue, it had almost none of its functionality. you couldn't move it around voluntarily. you were unable to speak. you could still taste, but it wasn't the same. and, worst of all, whenever you became aroused, it would get hard like any other cock. this made it poke out of your maw, leaving you unable to close it. and that's not to mention that your other cock, you know, the one you've been living with your entire life, was now gone.

over time, though, learning to live with this started to seem less and less impossible. after enough time you tried pawing off with your new cock tongue - something that was unthinkable at first. you're not sure now what made you change your mind about trying it: if it was how pent up you were, your curiosity, or something else entirely. but it didn't matter. what mattered is how good it felt. instead of just the tip of your dick being the most sensitive part, the whole thing was equally as sensitive. and it was very sensitive. eventually, you managed to cum with it, it was the best orgasm of your life. after that, things started to change.

you quickly learned to love pawing off like this. how could you not, when it felt this good? you'd do it every day, sometimes more than once. beforehand you weren't too happy about having a cock down there - you'd usually avoid pawing off because it involved having to look at it, or at least touch it. but this new cock was entirely different. it felt so good to paw off with it, so right. eventually it became impossible to imagine pawing off any other way. sometimes you'd rub your blank crotch while stroking your cock tongue, too. it wasn't erogenous, it didn't feel like much, but it reminded you that there was no longer anything there, and that turned you on. so much. it was great. eventually you realized how happy these changes had made you. it was silly, really. losing your cock and having your tongue replaced with one instead? who'd want that? as it turned out: you did.

but just when you thought you had gotten used to the changes, something strange happened.

it's late at night and you're walking home. you were just hanging out with your friends, playing board games, having lots of fun. your friend group loves teasing you about your cock tongue. it often becomes a competition of who can manage to make it poke out of your maw first. there's not much you can do to resist. keeping your mouth closed quickly becomes uncomfortable, your tongue throbbing, pushing against your teeth. it's usually only a few seconds before you open your maw, letting your cock poke out of it and get fully hard. you quickly got used to not being able to speak, too. you were never much of a talker, you honestly prefer mostly relying on body language, using a text to speech app on your phone when you really need to say something. your friends don't mind it at all. if anything, they find it cute and endearing. and you love it.

you're thinking about your board game session. about how much fun you had despite coming in last. about how you can't wait to do it again. but then, you stop in your tracks. this isn't right. you went past the corner store, turned right. to your sides you expected to find more apartment buildings, a curved uphill path ahead. but instead, you found yourself on a narrow street with rowhouses to both sides. the street is completely straight, seemingly continuing on forever both in front of and behind you. you think about running, but it seems pointless. there is nowhere to run to. your heart is beating fast, you're hyperventilating. this isn't right. this can't be happening. not again. you feel sick.

you remember this place. this is exactly the same street where it all happened, where your body was permanently altered. there were plenty of accounts of others being changed in the same way, but there were no accounts of it happening twice. you look around yourself, scared, feeling like you're about to pass out. you see nothing but the empty street and rows of cookie cutter houses one next to another. you think about trying to open one of the doors - but then you see it. it's the same creature you saw before, moving towards you, fast. before you know it, it's floating right in front of your eyes. you're looking right at it, you're seeing its shape, and yet you can't describe it. it's as if you're not meant to be seeing it. not yet, whatever that may mean. that's except for the fixed, unnatural grin on its face. you feel like you're going to throw up.

it floats around you, speaking to you, but you can't focus on its words. all you can think about is what it's going to do to you. you think to speak, to yell, to try to ask it why it's doing this - but with the cock in your mouth, you only manage to let out a few incoherent noises vaguely reminiscent of speech. then you see the familiar blue light. you're lifted off the ground, its digits placed on the sides of your face. there's nothing you can do. you can't move. you're looking right at it as it swipes its hands away, little bits of what looks like goo the same color as your skin and fur flying away from your face. before you manage to process any of this, the strange creature is gone and you're next to the same corner store you had just passed.

you're shaking. you know it changed you again. you're afraid to find out what it did. you don't touch your face, you don't look down. you feel your heart beating fast. your vision is blurry. you need to get out of here. you rush home, moving as fast as you can without outright running. your jaw feels sore, your maw feels all wrong. as soon as you make it home, you immediately lock the door behind you and catch your breath. with your back against the door, you slide down, sitting on the floor. you stare off into the distance, unable to think. it takes a while, but eventually you come back to your senses. you think about it for a while, but you figure it's better to get it over with now than to keep worrying, and you go for it.

you reach your handpaws up towards your face. you feel your jaw, your maw, your snout. it's... it's gone. your mouth is gone. you keep feeling up your snout, your handpaws sliding across the smooth furred surface, finding nothing where your mouth was just moments ago. you try to open your mouth, but you can't. there's no muscles flexing, no movement. you push against your snout, feeling the bones underneath. it's all solid. you don't feel any teeth. you don't feel your lower jaw separate from the upper. it's all just one solid bone. there's no dents, no openings, nothing. it's all gone. looking in the mirror only confirms your fears.

once the initial shock wears off, you notice that you can still feel your cock inside, moving around slightly as you move your head. you tilt your head to the side, trying to use it to feel around in there, but all you feel is flesh surrounding it tightly on all sides. it's a relief that your cock is still there, at least.

you spend the night lying awake in bed, feeling your snout, uselessly trying to open a mouth that's not there. you message the support group, asking if anyone else has encountered this creature twice, asking if anyone else had their mouth taken away. but no luck. you've been through this before, but this feels different. it's one thing to have your cock taken away and your tongue replaced with a different cock, you think, but it's much more severe to have your entire mouth taken away. you try to make a sound, any sound. but you can't. the only sounds you manage to make are the quiet sounds of air entering and leaving your nostrils. you try to swallow and, to your surprise, you're able to do that still. you're not sure how that works, but you'll take it.

eventually, despite all the anxiety and stress, you manage to fall asleep.

you wake up the next day. with hopes that this has all been a dream, you feel up your snout and... nope. your mouth is still very much gone. you let out a sigh through your nose, looking into the distance, zoning out, thinking about it all. you check the support group, hoping that maybe someone might have some answers or clues to your situation. but there's only one new message from a member, suggesting that you go see a doctor. that even if they're not able to help, it'll at least be good to know just how much you lost. you figure that this is a good idea. not wanting anyone to see your lack of a mouth, you put on a face mask, and get going. no use delaying it.

the doctor visit only confirms your fears. a simple x-ray reveals that all your teeth and the entirety of your lower jaw have fused with your skull, which is now just one solid bone. the muscles used to move your jaw are gone, too. the internal cavity is still there, practically unchanged, with your cock tongue exactly where it was before and your throat behind it. as if it wasn't enough, your vocal cords are gone, too. you had a feeling, since you were not able to make any kind of noise the night prior. upon learning this, you let out another sigh, zoning out again, getting lost in thought. you only hear parts of what your doctor says afterwards. of them explaining that you don't need to eat or drink anymore. of how there's no way they'd be able to help you have a mouth again. but you already know you're stuck like this. just like you were stuck with your cock tongue before.

later at home, you lay in bed, just staring at the ceiling. you think about exactly how this is going to change your life. trying to see some positives in it, thinking that maybe that is going to help you feel better. you already weren't talking with the cock tongue in your mouth, so not being able to make any noises at all isn't that much of a change, right? you never particularly liked having to eat, it always just felt like a chore. you will definitely miss being able to taste things, but you can get used to that, you figure. you should still be able to -

oh.

pawing off.

you can't do that now, can you?

you feel at your blank crotch, no more of an erogenous zone than it was before. you feel at your snout, trying to rub it, press into it, but it's no use. all it does is make your cock tongue swell up inside your mouth cavity, pressing up against the impenetrable wall, desperately trying to get hard, but completely unable to. it reminds you of when you used to wear chastity cages, except there's no taking this one off. gods. your cock is throbbing, leaking, pressing against the inside of what was once your mouth, so desperate to get hard! it's clouding your thoughts, filling you with need. you rub and rub, pressing your handpaws into your snout desperately, but none of that makes it through to your cock tongue. you keep going, not knowing what else to do. 5 minutes. 10. 20. an hour. you taste the pre leaking out of your cock, being forced to swallow it, which only serves to fill you with more need. you forget all about your worries and anxiety. all you can think about now is that you need to cum. desperately.

you stop. you get up, quickly reaching into your drawer, pulling out your magic wand vibrator. if anything's going to be able to do it, it's this. you're shaking, both worried that this isn't gonna do it and filled with need, desperately hoping that this does the trick. you lay back down, pressing the top of the vibrator against the side of your snout, right next to where your cock tongue is pressing against the internal cavity.

you turn it on.

nothing.

you feel it vibrating your skin, your inner tissues, but it's not enough to penetrate all the way to your tongue.

you turn it higher.

then higher again.

then...

you feel it!

oh god you can feel it! barely, but you can. you press the vibrator into your snout harder. at its highest setting the vibrations are so intense, but just barely enough to penetrate to your only remaining erogenous zone. you don't know if it's enough, but you don't care. all you can think about is how happy you are to be able to feel anything at all. at this point, you're determined to do anything to cum. you have to! it has to be possible.

you rub the vibrator in circles around the area where it penetrates your thick snout, using your other hand to rub your crotch. rubbing down there doesn't feel like much, but it turns you on, and that's enough. you rub and press, harder and harder. soon, you find yourself humping a pillow. you're so desperate. you're swallowing more and more pre as your cock tongue leaks inside your snout, forcing you to taste it. gods. it barely feels like anything, but you're so full of need, it doesn't matter to you at all. you have no idea how long you've been at it at this point. a few hours at least. it doesn't matter. you can tell that you're getting closer. you don't care if you're just imagining it.

more hours pass. your snout is red from all the rubbing, your body sore and covered in sweat. but you're so close! you can't stop now. you keep rubbing, noticing the light on your vibrator turning red, indicating the battery is about to run out. but gods, you're so, so close now. it has to be enough. it has to. it... it ....

oh!

oh god!!

oH GodddDDdDDd!!!

GHHGHGHHGH

huffing loudly, you feel your toes curl as you dig your claws into the pillow you've been grinding, your whole body tensing up. this is it! feeling yourself go over the edge, dropping the vibrator as you cum. you feel your cock tongue throbbing hard inside your snout, filling the entire cavity with more and more cum. it's so intense, a feeling more euphoric than anything you've ever felt before. and it just keeps going. you're squirming on your bed, your handpaws wrapped around your snout as the intense feelings radiating from it spreads throughout your body. you're rolling in pools of your on sweat. it's about a minute until it finally starts tapering off, slowing down.

as you start coming back to your senses, you feel that what used to be your mouth is now entirely filled with your own cum. whenever you pawed off with your cock tongue before, you'd always just cum onto a tissue, or spit it out. you'd never swallow it. but... there's nothing else you could do now. not without a mouth. eventually, you swallow. you feel the warm, sticky, salty substance travel down your throat. you're forced to feel it, forced to taste it. there's still more left. you swallow once more, finally getting all of it. it feels so strange, swallowing without a mouth. it feels so. so...

you can't deny it.

you're really, really into this. you loved every last bit of this whole experience! you loved how hard it was to make yourself feel good, you loved the challenge, you loved how long it took! you loved how fucking weird all of this was! you loved being forced to taste and swallow your own cum! gods. this isn't a curse. it's a blessing, and there's no question about it.

months have passed now. as strange as it is, lacking a mouth has helped you feel more comfortable in your body. you find yourself actually caring about your appearance. you wear clothing that looks good on you. you don't bother with a mask anymore, you proudly leave your blank mouthless snout out for the world to see. sure you get stared at sometimes, but if anything, it makes you happy. you used to dread being seen as weird. you hated it, you hated how it made you feel so disconnected from everyone. so isolated. so lonely. but now, it brings you so much joy! lacking a mouth and being unable to talk, there's absolutely no hiding how weird you are. and you love it that way.

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