"Fooled Noble" - Borzoi Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Borzoi Dog Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

The year was 1813 and Dmitri was a Russian noble who was sickly rich. Unlike majority of the population he had a load of privileges and influence. However he lacked one thing – Love.

After years of searching for a perfect wife Dmitri realised that some peasant women were better than the simplistic and sketchy noblewomen. Except for one – Lana.

She was different than the trendy housewives of the strange enlightenment times. Lana seemed was caring and empathic, but she was also coldly rational when it was needed. Dmitri found those traits charming and the two started meeting occasionally.

Lana was a noblewoman, but of a far lower tier than Dmitri. Which was evident by her wealth and lesser influence. Dmitri didn’t care about all that and bestowed many gifts upon his beloved one. She too repaid him in different ways.

One day Dmitri received a strange box with Lana’s engraving on it. The man was charmed and as he opened the box he was even stunned. In it was an elegant, dark ring which was exactly in his type. “Oh Lana, you didn’t have to…” – He muttered to himself and carefully put the ring on his left hand.

The man loved the gift and wanted to visit his lover to thank her personally in an instant, but something was amiss. His head was starting to spin and he suddenly started feeling queasy. “Uh… I- Something’s wrong… I feel so strange all of the sudden.” - He muttered to himself and leaned against the wardrobe.

He blinked dizzily several times and each time his eyes opened his nose appeared stranger in his vision. It was blackening and becoming wider, more canine in appearance. Dmitri’s vision itself was altering and becoming more muted as his eyes have turned dark brown.

“I need to call a me-“ – He said to himself, but got interrupted as his lengthening tongue practically spilled out of his mouth. As it did it brushed against his sharpening and lengthening teeth, which gradually turned into fangs. “What in tsaritsa’s name i-is happening to me?!” – Dmitri grumbled through his shifting dentition.

The man’s breath quickened from fear and he looked at his reflection. He gasped the second he saw himself in the mirror. The hair on his scalp and his beard were shifting in colours. The hair was becoming silky and dense, until it turned into what appeared to be patches of fur that kept spreading. Dmitri’s ears shivered warily as they started growing longer and floppier, definitively more doggish.

“I- I look li-like… A damn dog…!” – He exclaimed and accidentally threw several items off the counter. Almost instantly he heard his staff brace themselves. “Sire, is everything fine?! If you won’t answer we’ll come in!” – One of the personal guards called out from the corridor of Dmitri’s mansion.

Dmitri froze in dread as he stared down at his hands, his fingernails have started to blacken and elongate into sharp canine claws. “Don’t you dare! Ev-Everything’s fine, hah…!” – The noble yelled out nervously. His guards got confused by the reaction, but they respected their owner’s orders.

Dmitri decided to be more quiet, but it was increasingly hard as his clothes started to get loose on his thinning frame. “This isn’t happening… The staff can’t see me like this!” – Dmitri groaned out and fell down onto the chair. He groaned as he eyed his footwear. He saw his feet shift in it, but what’s worse he felt it too.

With a grimace he slowly pulled off his left shoe. His eyes widened, his foot was elongating strangely. The tiptoe was gradually shifting into a full-fledged canine paw as the digits started shrinking and dark paw-pads bloated out on the underside. The toenails were now a set of sharp, yet resilient claws.

The changing man took off the remaining shoe and almost fainted, his other foot was far gone as well. The man doubted he’d be able to get back onto two legs at this point. “I’m becoming a freak. Lana can’t see me like this. I’d rather die alone in this room… G-God, it feels so weird…” – He commented on his situation and being increasingly constricted by his own clothing.

He yelped when he felt a clattering noise from the floor. He looked down and saw the ring he had on all this time. Then he glanced at his left hand and gasped silently at the sight of his morphing hand. His digits have started to shorten and simplify. His thumbs were becoming immobile and smaller than the rest of his fingers as they slowly turned into dewclaws. Dark pillows of flesh blossomed on the man’s palms.

Dmitri shook his head and started to rapidly undress. He threw his shirt aside and looked down at his chest. It was covered in black, fluffy fur. “F-Fuuuugh…” – Dmitri quietly huffed as his ribcage began to swell and barrel out. It was becoming a rounder shape fit for a vigorous canine.

It was hard to focus on anything else than the changes, when Dmitri’s very core was readjusting to his soon-to-be species. His insides were churning and growling unpleasantly as they reformed into doggish counterparts. The noble was on the verge of passing out and he fell off the chair and onto the floor with a loud thud. He lied there on his side and panted hard with his long tongue out.

With a series of pops Dmitri was forced into a fetal position as his spine began to reform. The man groaned in discomfort and arched his back as his skeleton reformed. His shoulder blades ached as they were pulled higher on his back and locked his arms in their new place. His pelvis crunched and tilted forwards forcing him to become a quadrupedal creature. His entire silhouette was becoming slimmer.

Dmitri’s limbs were irreversibly on their way to become canine forelegs and hind legs. And yet shockingly to him they haven’t shortened much, only thinned down. His limbs were long and slender, yet packed with muscles to make him a good runner.

“Ghr-heh… This is quite ironic… A noble reduced into a dog…” – Dmitri chuckled as he felt a pressure rise in his tailbone. The pressure released as bones and flesh started to form a tail-nub above Dmitri’s thinning butt. His forming appendage was wagging wildly and slowly coming out of Dmitri’s trousers.

Dmitri rolled over onto all fours and shakily got up. He made a few steps and his baggy trousers easily slipped off his legs along with his underwear, which caught him off guard. Dmitri looked back and saw his tail slowly reach its final length. Its entire shape was quickly getting covered in long, fluffy fur.

More captivating were the feelings in Dmitri’s groin however. With a canine yelp he craned down his neck and saw what he feared between his legs. His most private body part was on its way to be reduced into a canine shaft in a matter of seconds.

The foreskin started to pull back and turn into soft sheath that began to attach to Dmitri’s belly. The man cringed seeing his shaft slowly flush with red. The tip began to turn pointy and bold as it started to leak pre.

Dmitri was ashamed of his doggy tool, but with his nose relatively close to it he wasn’t able to control himself and sniffed his tapered cock. The smell was intoxicating and Dmitri’s tongue instinctively came out of his mouth, then licked his blackening lips.

A swelling at the base of his cock forced it to stiffen more. A bulbous knot started to form and stimulate the pitiful noble harder. His furry ballsack pulled tighter against his groin and Dmitri was about to come. He needed relief and a reward for enduring the humiliating transformation.

His body however denied him relief as it began to ache and finalise its transformation. The discomfort centred in Dmitri’s skull and made him whimper like a wounded dog. His neck crunched as it became more flexible. “Whairht… Nhrooo, Ihr a hrawoooman…! Grh-awrhroo…!” – He howled as his skull began to malform.

His jaws started to push out. A blind spot formed in Dmitri’s field of view as his face marched forward into a slender snout. Dmitri growled madly and pawed at his growing muzzle, but deep down he knew by now that nothing would stop the changes.

As his iconic narrow muzzle finished growing, his skull started to flatten on top and his forehead began to disappear. Dmitri closed his eyes. He stayed there frozen in fear and because of that he hasn’t even noticed when the changes stopped, leaving him a simple, yet noble borzoi dog.

Dmitri looked down at his body, examined himself a bit and understood what exact breed of dog he became. He didn’t care, it took away all his life achievements. Nobody would recognise him now, so he didn’t care whether the staff would finally come into his bedroom or not.

As was expected Dmitri’s sensitive floppy ears caught the sounds of knocking on his bedroom. He turned to stand towards the door and let out a bark of shock at the person that he saw. Lana, his beloved lover stepped into his bedroom unexpectedly. She said something to the staff about taking care of the master of the house.

Dmitri was shocked to see a white borzoi come into the room after Lana. Only then the woman closed the door after her. “Dmitri, I know its you. After all I caused the transformation. You know how much I love borzois, that’s why I chose you to become one…” – She started unexpectedly. Dmitri’s eyes went wide and he let out a whimper of sorrow at the realisations.

Lana didn’t mock the dog-turned man, she looked at him with a serious expression. “… But you know what I love more than dogs? Money and luxury. I’ll be taking over your fortune now.” – She said calmly and sat down on Dmitri’s bed. He came over to her with head low. Then he licked her hand and rubbed his head against her. Dmitri truly loved her and wasn’t even mad at her for what she did to him.

However there was one more mystery in the room. The white borzoi at the door barked eagerly at Dmitri. Lana noticed that. “That dame over there? She’s to keep you company, you’ll be two prized borzois of mine. And… If you truly love me – You will do it with her now to prove it.” – Lana said to Dmitri as she stared into his eyes.

Dmitri jerked his head away and then backed away from Lana. She looked disappointed. Dmitri was saddened by that and sighed. How could he disobey his love and by now mistress. Dmitri turned to face the borzoi bitch. She stood there with her tail lifted and puffy spade presented for Dmitri.

Dmitri let out a whimper – Why did he find the bitch attractive. He really was nothing more than a dog now. Lana stood up and headed towards the door. “I knew that you loved me Dmitri, but you may love the female in heat over there even more. I’ll leave you two to it.” – Lana said as she came out of the bedroom and left the two dogs alone to do what dogs do…