Have you ever heard of something called “Transformation Fetish?” Neither had I until a got a very unusual (and very exxxciting) call a few weeks ago. I thought I had heard of some freaky, kinky shit before becoming part of The Kingdom — holy shit, was I wrong! I’ve been realizing in the last two months that I hadn’t even seen the TIP of the perverted, filthy fucking iceberg . . .
As my special caller told me — his voice the breathy mix of nervousness and arousal that only happens when someone is about to reveal a deep, dark erotic fixation secret — having a transformation fetish means being aroused by images (or even the idea of) someone turning into an animal, a monster, into something no longer human. Distinctly different than furries, “TF” lovers get off on the PROCESS of transformation itself rather than the idea of being a non-human animal. For many TF enthusiasts, it’s the idea of losing control entirely, of undergoing a (usually painful and ALWAYS excruciatingly vulnerable, humiliating) process over which they have NO control.

For my particular TF-loving pervert, it was this idea that REALLY got him off — and especially the idea of the process happening to him.

While the idea did seem strange to me at first, there was something about it that really excited me. Maybe it was because my callers secret erotic fixation seemed so different than other fetishes — a sexual fixation centered around a process rather than a specific act with a definite beginning, middle, and end is unusual to say the least. All I know is that the more I thought about TF, the more it turned me the fuck on . . .

And most importantly, the more it became clear to me not only did I want more and more to be the witch, the magical goddess to cause his very first transformation — I was GOING to make that shit happen! And I was going to do it at a time he least expected it, in a place that would be sure to humiliate him cum-pletely . . .

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