The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Daniel had never expected to work at the library before. For that matter, he’d never truly expected to step inside of one. Despite his love of reading, the social stigma of spending time in such a place always kept Daniel away. After all, libraries were just for nerds, right? His average looks and timid demeanor already left him as a bit of a social outcast. Spending time at the library would surely seal his fate.

At least, that’s what the young man thought until one day, at his university’s fitness center. While running on the treadmill, Daniel overheard Roger, one of his classmates and an infamous gym-nut, talking to his friends.

“Hey, Roger. You coming to the game this weekend?”

“Nah, man. I’ve got work Saturday night.”

“What!? Bro, you’ve been way too busy since you got that job at the library. Can’t you take a night off or something?”

“Yeah, ditch the nerds and old ladies and come hang with us.”

“No way, man. I need the money. And besides, I’m pretty sure my boss could lift more than you two combined.”

Listening to their argument as they departed, Daniel took a big drink of water and considered what he’d just heard. Surely it wasn’t true that Roger was working at the library? Daniel considered a jock like that to be the exact opposite of a book nerd. But maybe if a guy like Roger could find a place at the library, then Daniel could visit without worrying.

And so Daniel found himself cautiously wandering to the library the following day. Despite his trepidations, he desperately wanted to witness inside. He’d spent countless hours imagining the interior of the municipal library. From the outside, it dwarfed the buildings around it and filled Daniel with imposing purpose. With a deep breath, the young man marched inside, eager to set eyes on the marvelous books within.

As he pushed through the entrance and entered the central atrium, Daniel gawked at the cavernous layout of shelves filled with books, magazines, music, movies, and so much more. He spied Roger in a tight green sweater behind the front counter, cheerfully assisting an elderly visitor. Unsure of whether to approach, Daniel slowly wandered forward, hoping that he wouldn’t get recognized. It’s not like he and Roger ever interacted in any way. What would he even-

Daniel’s thoughts screeched to a halt as he walked face first into a wall. Or at least, that’s what he would have assumed. The surface was sturdy and unmoving, but with a soft outer texture. As the young man staggered back with a start, he looked up and beheld the “wall” he had just confronted. Only it wasn’t a wall. Merely the torso of a man, apparently in his mid-40s, standing over 8 feet tall and clad in a soft green polo shirt and pressed khaki pants.

Staring up at this mountain of a man, Daniel desperately wanted to apologize, but the words wouldn’t form. He could see the ripple of thick muscles under the man’s tight-fitting clothes, and he was left absolutely speechless. His heart started racing as blood rushed to his face. What was he supposed to do now?

“Are you okay there? I’m sorry, I must have been in the way.” A deep voice cut through Daniel’s thoughts as the large man gazed down at him with a soft smile.

“O-oh, no… I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and…”

“That’s quite alright.” The man studied Daniel for a moment before continuing. “I haven’t seen you around here before. This must be your first time. My library’s a bit overwhelming, isn’t it?”

Daniel nodded quickly as realization dawned and he looked up in wonder. “You own this place?”

The man chuckled and his smile widened, showing off his rows of perfect shining teeth on his statuesque face. His eyes seemed to glow with joy as his wide body shook jovially. “I do indeed! My name is Dorian by the way.” He extended an enormous hand and Daniel timidly took it to shake. Dorian’s grasp was surprisingly tender and the feeling of his warm hand wrapping around Daniel’s own made the young man blush even more than he already was.

“I-I’m Daniel…”

“Well Daniel, seeing as it’s your first time here, would you like me to show you around?”

Daniel looked up with surprise and nodded, eager to see all this library had to offer. The next hour went by in a flash as Daniel was whisked from section to section, getting to see the immense offerings the library contained. He marveled at every shelf and fawned over the sheer volume of knowledge and art contained within these walls. The anxiety Daniel had first felt melted away as he smiled and admired the marvels of Dorian’s library.

Amid his excitement, Daniel scarcely noticed the fleeting looks of desire exhibited by his guide. Dorian never allowed his gaze to linger for long, but with each look at the young man, he saw a passion and innocence that filled him with excitement.

By the end of the tour, Dorian wrapped an arm around Daniel’s shoulder and walked him to the front desk. “I hope you enjoyed everything here, Daniel.”

Daniel smiled and nodded, a few select books in his arms. As he placed them on the counter and Roger began to scan them, the two shared a silent moment of recognition. Dorian recognized their gaze and smiled warmly. “Ah! You two must know each other from school.” He turned to face Daniel. “Roger has been a fantastic assistant. His services have been greatly appreciated… but I could always use a bit more help around here. Daniel, would you like to join us as an assistant here as well? I can see how much you love it here and I think you’re a perfect fit.”

Daniel flushed and nearly dropped the books he was retrieving from the desk. It was the last thing he’d expected to hear, but something about Dorian’s request just felt so… right. “I… I think I’d enjoy that a lot!”

Dorian grinned and placed a large hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Excellent. Then come back here tomorrow and we’ll get you all set!”

Daniel melted in his new boss’s grip and couldn’t help but blush. “S-sure thing!” Rushing out of the library with his books in hand, Daniel could barely contain his excitement. A new job at a fantastic place was more than he could have wished for on his first trip to the library.

Daniel’s first day of training went quickly and smoothly. Dorian gave him a brief tour of the staff-only areas and Roger explained the computer system and front desk duties. He followed Dorian around and helped return books to their shelves, intimately learning the layout of the maze-like building. Despite his laser-like focus on learning the ins and outs of his new job, Daniel continuously felt his mind wandering to lustful daydreams of his boss. There was something almost uncanny about how attracted he was to Dorian. This enormous, hulking, tender man with a bad habit of standing way too close behind his subordinate. At times Daniel would catch a whiff of his aftershave, a bizarre mix of spices and musty bookshelves. Being in his boss’s presence for so long warped his thoughts and made it unseemingly difficult to focus, but for the sake of his job, Daniel pushed ahead.

Shaking himself from another uninvited daydream, Daniel continued entering books into the computer system, just as Roger had instructed. The young man was surprised at how quickly he was getting along with Roger, now that they were co-workers. They spent lots of time during slower hours chatting about school and books they were reading. It turned out Roger was a huge fan of fantasy novels, but didn’t want any of his meathead friends to know about it. He’d been burying his face in a book here at the library when Dorian had approached him and offered him a job, just like Daniel.

Over his first two weeks, Daniel continued to grow more and more comfortable with the library. His boss and co-worker would sometimes head off to work in the archives—a room Daniel was informed was off-limits to new employees. During their absence, Daniel would occupy the front desk and return books during slow periods. On one such night, after the last visitors had shuffled out, Daniel took it upon himself to reshelve the last of the books and close up the system for the night. Steering the cart through the enormous aisles, Daniel marveled at the wonder of this job. He laughed to himself, realizing how lucky he was that Dorian had approached him before quickly distracting himself with his job to avoid the intimate fantasy that had already started to creep into his mind. Even now, weeks after becoming an assistant, he still could barely avoid lusting after his boss.

With the last of the books returned to their shelves, Daniel wheeled his cart back behind the front desk and retreated into the back to clock out. Strangely, Dorian and Roger had yet to return from the archives. Ordinarily they only spent about an hour back there getting things organized, but it had already been at least three hours since they’d left Daniel in charge.

Daniel crept through the darkened hallway nervously. The lights in the back offices and break room were off, meaning they had to be in the archives at the end of the hall. The door was barely ajar and a faint sliver of light was visible in the crack. As Daniel approached, he heard a low groan come from inside the room. Confused, he put his ear to the door to try to hear more, but any remaining sounds were hushed and far away.

For a moment, Daniel considered turning around and heading off. Dorian made it clear he wasn’t allowed in the archives. It would be simple enough to just leave and let his co-workers close up for the night. But a foolish curiosity overtook Daniel’s better judgment, and he slowly pushed the door open.

As he crept inside, the first thing to catch Daniel’s attention was the smell. Amid the darkness and rows of shelves was a thick odor of musty shelves and… Dorian’s aftershave? It was so familiar, yet so potent. The longer it lingered in his nose, the more Daniel could feel his lust build. Vivid daydreams pushed to the surface of his mind. He saw himself, cradled in Dorian’s arms, the man’s enormous hand petting his soft hair. He felt the man’s hand cup his cheek and pull him in for an intimate kiss. He saw the man begin to unzip his immaculate brown slacks and…

Daniel shook himself free of the dream and wandered deeper into the archives, ignoring his own foolish arousal and instead allowing himself to be drawn towards the muffled noises. He twisted his way around several shelves before finding the source of the light, a small corner obscured by a stack of boxes with a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. From behind the stack, Daniel heard a low voice grunt in approval before another voice, Roger’s voice, spoke in a lustful tone.

“Yes, Master. They are absolutely divine. I need more. Please give me more…” Roger’s confident demeanor was gone, replaced with a submissive lust that instantly stopped Daniel in his tracks. His cheeks flushed and he tensed up. What had he walked into? Was this still a daydream? Why was Roger in his daydream? The young man shivered and slowly peeked his head around the boxes, desperately trying to not make a sound. Despite all his reason and instincts screaming for him to leave immediately, Daniel felt utterly compelled to find out what was happening here.

The first thing he noticed was Dorian. The man who had plagued his daydreams for two weeks. He sat in a large plush chair, almost resembling a throne. His usual friendly demeanor was nowhere to be found, instead replaced with a mix of deep pleasure and domineering confidence. His work clothes were slightly disheveled, and his shoes and socks sat in a pile by his seat.

In front of Dorian, with his back to Daniel, knelt Roger. Daniel’s co-worker was almost entirely nude, stripped down to his boxers. He appeared lost in a sea of lust, panting and sweating as Dorian’s enormous bare foot was raised to his face. Roger’s lips excitedly greeted every inch of the man’s soles, kissing and licking them entirely clean. As that was happening, Dorian pressed his other foot tenderly into Roger’s crotch, massaging a clearly visible bulge as the jock moaned in ecstasy.

“Good pet… you’re so deeply lost in your Master’s feet. Admiring them… worshiping them… Let them take your thoughts away…” Dorian’s low voice echoed through the archives and sent shivers down Daniel’s spine. Daniel was shocked to realize that his hand was absentmindedly rubbing the rapidly forming tent in his trousers as he stared on, watching his boss and co-worker in their shocking, kinky display

Daniel had never considered himself to have kinks like these before. However, the thought of him on his knees, worshiping the boss he’d spent weeks lusting over began to drive him mad. What would it feel like to have Dorian’s feet pressed into his crotch? How would they taste? What would it feel like to look up at his boss from the floor?

Daniel imagined himself in Roger’s place, eagerly licking and sucking Dorian’s toes. It brought him more arousal than he could have imagined, and his rubbing grew more intense. As Dorian’s foot pressed harder into Roger’s crotch, Daniel could almost feel it himself. As Roger moaned in ecstasy, Daniel felt pleasure roll through his body. And when Dorian commanded Roger to cum, Daniel lost all control and orgasmed straight into his pants.

Sudden lucidity flooded the young man’s mind as he realized what had just happened. What was he doing? Masturbating in the back of his workplace? Hiding out and staring at his co-workers like a pervert? Shame filled his mind as his cheeks flushed. He ducked back behind the boxes and tried to compose himself. What would he say if he got caught? He couldn’t let them find out what he’d witnessed.

Looking down, Daniel saw the stain quickly spreading through the crotch of his pants. Filled with embarrassment, the young man fled the archives and practically ran out of the library and down the street to his dorm. He did his best to hide his humiliating stain as he snuck into his room, threw off his clothes and crawled into bed. Before managing to drift off, Daniel vowed that he would never speak of what he had seen. He had to forget it.

Daniel dreamt of being surrounded by large, muscular feet.

The next day, Daniel re-entered the library to an enthusiastic greeting from Dorian. His muscular arms lifted several crates of freshly delivered books onto the counter with ease. “Good morning, Daniel! Hope everything went well for you last night. Sorry I didn’t get a chance to say goodnight, we lost track of time back in the archives. You can really lose yourself back there.” The older man grinned and Daniel paled, laughing dryly and nodding along.

“Are you okay, son? You look a bit sick.”

The flustered young man did his best to cool his nerves and shook his head. “I’m fine! Just… seasonal allergies is all.”

Dorian clasped Daniel on the shoulder. “Well I’m glad you’re okay. Thanks for stepping up last night and covering the counter for us. Roger’s got the day off today so it’ll just be you and me. Why don’t you give me a hand with the displays and then you can run the front desk?” Daniel nodded, barely comprehending the words as the weight of his boss’s hand sunk into his shoulder.

“Yes sir. That sounds great!”

For over an hour, the two circled the library, setting up displays one by one. As much as Daniel tried to focus on his work, his eyes were continuously drawn to his boss’s feet. The lingering feelings of the previous night still clouded the young man’s mind as his curiosity and arousal built unbidden. Measuring a foot and a half long and impossibly wide, Dorian’s brown dress shoes were polished and well-kept. But the real prize, to Daniel’s rapidly deteriorating mind, were the feet within. So large… veiny… muscular…

Shuddering awake, Daniel completed the last of the displays, attempting to banish the uninvited perversions. Just a day ago he would have had no such thoughts, but now… something had happened to him last night, and he didn’t like where it was leading him.

It was a slow day at the front desk, and unfortunately for Daniel, that gave his mind plenty of time to wander. He wondered what had happened after he’d left, and why Roger hadn’t shown up today. He wondered if what he had seen happened every time the two of them disappeared into the archives. Why had last night taken them so much longer? Was that the first time something like that had happened? Thoughts, questions, and fantasies overwhelmed the young man’s mind, and the absence of visitors gave his mind no respite. Luckily, Dorian kept mostly to himself, but even without his immediate presence, Daniel was slowly losing his grip on reality.

As closing time approached, Daniel cleaned the counters and Dorian emerged from his office to lock the doors. The lumbering man stopped behind the counters as Daniel finished the last of his duties and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Daniel, boy. Would you be able to stay a bit late tonight? I think it’s time I show you around the archives.”

Daniel’s heart skipped as he heard those words. The weight of Dorian’s hand returned to his shoulder and his soothing bass voice seemingly compelled Daniel’s compliance. The young man nervously nodded and followed his boss into the back, retracing his steps from the previous night into the archives. Holding his breath as they walked, Daniel already knew what was in store for him. Yet he felt completely unable to break step, following compliantly as the older man pushed open the door to the back store room and motioned for Daniel to follow him inside.

The light in the back corner flickered to life and Dorian ushered his subordinate around the maze of bookshelves towards the back corner. With a quivering voice, Daniel spoke up, clinging to every shred of bravery he could muster. “W-what exactly were you going to show me back here, sir?”

The large man stopped for a moment, sensing something in his young subordinate’s voice. He approached Daniel, his 8-foot frame towering over the boy. With a firm yet gentle push, he corralled Daniel ahead of him and further into the room. “I simply need to show you one of your most important duties while working here.” An authoritative monotone, Dorian’s voice compelled Daniel to obey without question.

Staggering forward, Daniel continued to the sight of last-night’s events. A weakness he had never felt overcame him as Dorian’s dominating presence crushed his will to resist. Once he rounded the corner, he saw it. Dorian’s throne and Roger’s place of worship. Daniel half-expected to see Roger still there, completely nude and uncharacteristically submissive. To a mix of fear and relief, however, there was no sign of his co-worker.

Daniel stumbled towards the chair, his legs giving out as he fell to his knees before it. Dorian circled around him with a hand on his head, slowly taking off his shoes and socks as he approached the throne. After failing to avert his gaze, Daniel’s eyes clung to his boss’s two, massive, bare feet. The sound of his rough, calloused soles padding against the cool wood floor sent shivers down Daniel’s spine. He broke out in a sweat and could already feel his pants tenting.

“Daniel, my dear boy. I’ve watched you closely since you started, and you’ve done so well. You’ve followed every order given and it’s so clear you love this place. This library is becoming like a second home to you, wouldn’t you agree?”

Dorian’s hulking, muscular form towered above his kneeling captive. Starting at the bottom, the young man admired his superior’s meaty feet. His perfectly defined legs and monstrous thighs. Daniel dwelled for an extra moment on the bulge between Dorian’s legs before his gaze drifted upwards, across the man’s bulky torso and chiseled pecs. The man exuded strength. His body was mature, angular, refined, and so very large. He moved with purpose, every motion holding the young man’s complete attention. Daniel’s gaze finally drifted above his stern, firm jawline to the top of his face and landed on his dark green eyes.

He couldn’t look away, drawn into the gaze of his superior and firmly planted in place. Daniel stared into those eyes and felt the world drop away from him. He forgot everything he’d seen. Everything he’d done. Everything he knew. All he could think about was Dorian. This tower of a man before him. His boss. His…

“Wouldn’t you agree, Daniel?” The man’s stern voice snapped his victim free from the trance. Danield shuddered and gazed quickly at the floor.

“I… I don’t know… sir.” The trembling in his voice hid nothing of his emotions. Daniel was unable to suppress his confusion. His curiosity. His budding need.

“Master.”

Daniel looked up with a start. “W-what?”

“You’ll call me Master, from now on.”

“B-but…”

Dorian sighed and, now in position directly in front of Daniel, planted himself in the seat. Just as he had when Roger knelt before him. “If you’re going to live in my home, you’ll call me your master.”

“L-live here?” His heart pounding, Daniel looked up, confused and pleading at the older man. “I… I work here. This… something feels wrong.”

Dorian frowned, and something about that made Daniel feel… ashamed? Guilty? “It will take some getting used to, but this is your home now, boy. You’ve been in my library long enough now. There’s no escape once I’ve willed it so.”

Daniel looked at his captor in horror, the pieces beginning to click in his head. “I-is that what happened to Roger?”

“Roger accepted this as his home and me as his Master. You will too, though it seems you are a bit more uncertain. Don’t worry, though. That uncertainty will fade with time. You will make a wonderful pet for me…”

Tears welled up in Daniel’s eyes and he rose to his feet in a sudden burst of defiance. “Let me go! Free Roger. This isn’t what we wanted. We just came here for work… not to be your… perverted playthings.”

Dorian’s expression changed from one of expectant boredom to one of puzzlement. “How did you… Ah! You must have seen us, then. That explains so much. Your resistance is born of knowledge you shouldn’t have…” The man’s face curled into a devilish grin. “Well then, making you submit will be more fun than I thought, my pet.”

“You’ll never make me submit! I’ll tell someone what you’re doing here. They’ll come back and find you. They’ll find Roger. You’ll be sorry!” Daniel prepared to run out, but found his feet unwilling to budge. In startled frustration he looked down and his jaw dropped.

Not only could he not move his feet, he couldn’t feel them. The color in them drained as they hardened, frozen completely in place. Daniel’s defiant eyes welled with tears of fear as he stared back up at his captor.

“I have nothing to be sorry for. You’ll see that in time. You’ll love being my pet, just like Roger. Now why don’t you be a good boy and stay here for a while for me. I’ll come back to check on you tomorrow, okay?” With a satisfied grin, Dorian stood up and walked across the room, back towards the entrance.

Daniel fought and yelled but his feet refused to budge, shoes fused to the floor. His shouts were doubtless lost in the far back room of an empty library. As Dorian left the cold, dark, back room, he closed the door and switched off the lights, surrounding Daniel with pitch black darkness. Though his eyes slowly adjusted, Daniel sensed something far worse: the numb petrification of his feet was spreading upwards. His legs became stiff and unmoving. It crept up his hips, into his torso and quickly engulfed his entire lower body. He flailed and fought until his arms succumbed to the petrification as well and it slowly surrounded his neck. His body a frozen statue in the darkness, Daniel began to cry until his voice would no longer come. As the last vestiges of his body were overtaken, the last thought he had was regret for accepting this job.

In this state, time held no meaning for Daniel, his mind barely able to function as his body remained frozen. Trapped in a state of only the weakest thoughts and feelings, it took all he had just to retain who he was and what was happening to him.

“I’m Daniel… I took a job at the library… My boss Dorian brought me here… He wanted me to…”

Daniel’s inner voice cut out as his mind refused to think further. The words looped through his head endlessly, trapping him in a cycle of uncertainty and fear as he relived the events of the past two weeks in just a few short words.

Then, suddenly, a new feeling. This one… lower. A brief pressure followed by an intense feeling of arousal. It drowned out his other thoughts and left him dazed. Then he felt it again, a firm presence against his crotch. A wave of pleasure rushed through him as his mind groaned and reeled.

And then… Dorian’s voice.

“So horny. So obedient. Good pet. Obeying your Master.”

The words washed over his mind, and Daniel’s exhausted, weakened mind couldn’t stop them from pushing in and drowning out his other thoughts. Good pet? So obedient? Why did that feel so… right? The more those thoughts enveloped his mind, the harder he could feel his cock getting, as it rose and rose and…

Wait… was that not… frozen? Suddenly Daniel felt other things too. More intense sensations around his body as it slowly softened and returned to normal. Suddenly he could feel himself breathing again, his heart beating, his cock throbbing…

His eyes opened. Dorian was there, in the chair, smiling up at the young man as the petrification reversed. A sigh of relief escaped Daniel’s lips: his first utterance in what felt like years. And then, with a smile, Dorian dug his foot further into Daniel’s crotch and the boy moaned loudly and collapsed to the floor.

“Good pet… feel that pleasure. Feel my ownership taking control. I hope you had a nice day as a statue. Maybe now you’re ready to be mine?”

From his position kneeling on the floor, Daniel looked up at the man towering above him. “W-what did you do to me?”

“Simple. I began your training. Soon enough you’ll thank and praise me. For now, though, I need you to learn to whom you belong.” Dorian looked hungrily at his captive before adding, “As an added perk, it seems like your transformation is coming along nicely.”

Daniel looked up with horror and confusion before realizing what Dorian meant. For the first time since being freed, he gained awareness of his own body. Sure enough, he felt different than before. A bit taller? More muscular? More angular features? “This can’t be happening…”

“Oh, don’t worry my pet. You’ll believe it soon enough. I get the feeling I already know your answer, but tell me… will you bow to me now?”

Daniel felt his new, stronger body trembling. Even with all this power, he couldn’t bring himself to use it. He was so tired. So confused. So… aroused? Why was this turning him on so much? He’d never wanted anything like this… but something about this man and his powerful presence just made Daniel want to give in. Despite his feelings, though, Daniel was determined to resist and free himself. He needed to get out. He needed to find Roger.

“Absolutely not…” Daniel scowled up at the man from his position on the ground.

The older man shook his head and shrugged. “I’m disappointed, but not surprised. Looks like you’ve got more training to do, pet.”

Daniel wanted to stand up. He wanted to protest. But this time it was faster. In mere moments his whole body was frozen in stone, stuck in a look of fear and anger, but failing to conceal his raging erection.

Dorian smiled at his prize statue. His patience would certainly pay off, but he was eager to have his pet soon. He cupped its face in his monstrous hand before leaving the room, shutting the light off behind him.

For as long as the first period of petrification lasted, this one was much longer. Again, Daniel’s thoughts could barely extend beyond the absolute basics, cycling through simple statements over and over.

This time, however, Daniel was aware of what was happening to him. His body. He was changing, ever so slowly. He could feel the stone shaping his form, increasing muscle mass and stretching him beyond his previous limitations. What felt like days passed, and each second seemed to change him. Not only were his proportions changing, but parts of his body began to feel different. His fingers seemed to grow as tension filled them and their tips extended. His toes followed suit, and soon he could feel his spine extending down above his ass. Was he growing a tail? Likewise, protrusions began growing from his skull as two small horns began emerging.

Daniel’s mind could barely think beyond its perception of these changes. All he could process were small feelings. His blazing power, his smoldering anger, his burning arousal. The more he changed, the better it felt, and the more the changes appealed to him. With each day, he felt his stone cock growing, amplifying the feelings and making his lust irresistible.

Soon enough, more bursts of arousal washed through him. He felt that pressure on his cock again and just knew that Dorian was playing with him. Teasing his petrified cock with his feet. The sensation drowned out everything else. He couldn’t tell if those moments lasted minutes, seconds, or hours, but they were always overwhelming. There was barely enough time between them for Daniel’s mind to recover before it was assaulted by pleasure once again. And soon he wasn’t even trying to recover. Soon he was just eagerly awaiting the next wave. Mentally begging for Dorian’s feet on his cock again.

And then, days, maybe even weeks into this process, something new happened. Daniel felt his eyes flutter open. None of the rest of his body could move, but with a blink, his visual awareness came back to him. Even without the ability to move his head, he could see the towering form of Dorian in front of him, pressing his foot into Daniel’s cock and sending waves of pleasure through his mind.

Then, Dorian sat down and a new figure entered Daniel’s view. This figure was enormous, muscular, and slate grey. The figure turned to look at Daniel, and the young man was shocked at what he saw. The figure’s face was stone, with large fangs and horns. His eyes were glowing a dull yellow and he wore an expression of need, but there was no mistaking that face. It was Roger. His body was unrecognizable, but his face was unmistakable.

Dorian smiled down at Roger and uttered a command that Daniel could not hear. Without hesitation, Roger began kissing the man’s feet and bowing before him. Dorian smiled, stroking his stone pet on the head before turning his gaze directly at Daniel and flashing a sinister grin.

And then there was the pressure again. Dorian’s foot pressed into his crotch and his mind filled with static. All he could see was his former coworker eagerly worshiping his boss and all he could feel was overwhelming pleasure. Each second that passed was torture, but as it went on, he realized that the torture wasn’t pain, it was jealousy. Just like the first time. Just like so long ago. He wanted to join Roger. He wanted to worship. He wanted to obey his boss… no… his Master.

There it was… the words forming in his mind. But Daniel was completely unable to utter them. He wanted to speak them aloud. He wanted to tell his Master how obedient he wanted to be. And yet… he couldn’t. His lips were sealed shut, his voice silenced. No matter how much he wanted to pledge his loyalty, admit his arousal, worship his Master… he couldn’t.

Trapped in his own mind, Daniel moaned and screamed his pleasure. Dorian looked him in the eyes and smiled knowingly. Every second that passed broke his mind further, and the faster he declined into submissive pleasure, the more he could feel his body changing.

His stone form no longer wore clothes, he was certain of that. His bare chest gained deeper tone and definition as his muscles took shape. Though he couldn’t move them, he felt the power in his arms and legs as they swelled and bulged. His ass firmed up and his back straightened. His face grew even more angular as his head grew in size to match his proportions. His tail and horns continued to extend as new protrusions erupted from his solid back, forming a pair of budding wings.

With every firm press of Dorian’s foot, Daniel’s fangs grew sharper. His claws grew longer. His smile became nastier and more depraved. His face was changing to match his new demeanor as thoughts of escape and revenge all but evaporated. His new desire sat right in front of him, stroking his unmoving, aching cock with an enormous foot.

And then there was darkness again.

Dorian removed his foot from his pet’s form and the magic took hold once again, sealing Daniel’s eyes and trapping him in the dark, cold stone. But this time, Daniel’s mind wasn’t foggy. His thoughts weren’t clouded with doubts and fears. They were racing with need. Frothing with desire. He had become so eager to submit and feel this intense pleasure. He could feel his body continuing to slowly mold itself and he relished in it. Every moment in the darkness was merely another moment to crave his Master. Daniel was ready to bow and worship, and now he just needed to wait patiently for his Master to recognize his subservience.

Whether he was frozen there for hours or weeks, Daniel didn’t care. His entire body thrummed with eager anticipation as his mind sang songs of obedience. By the time he could finally feel his eyes opening again, he was so pent up and ready to submit that he would have done absolutely anything.

“You are ready, aren’t you, my pet?”

The sound of Dorian’s voice flowed like honey into his now-working ears. That was his Master. He needed his Master. He loved his Master.

After such a long time spent frozen solid, it took Daniel a moment to realize that he could move again. The sound of his own deep, gravelly voice surprised him, but he shakily grunted, “Yes, Master.”

“Good pet…” Dorian walked into view of his pet, completely nude. Every muscle in his body on full display. His rippling pecs, his thick and veiny thighs, and of course his feet. Daniel’s eyes flitted between his muscles, his cock, and his deviously controlling eyes. Eyes he had once feared but now felt nothing but respect for. He had been so foolish to turn away from them. To attempt to flee. He needed his Master. It was so clear now.

“Come, pet. Why don’t you come see how much progress you’ve made?” Dorian motioned behind his prey, and Daniel was shocked to discover that his entire body could now move. He didn’t recall Dorian ever removing the effects of petrification, yet his body smoothly glided as he commanded it. He’d almost forgotten how it felt to move, after all this time.

With eager obedience, Daniel turned around to see a floor-length mirror standing behind him. In its reflection, he beheld himself for the first time in this new form. His skin was a cool slate gray, angular and firm, despite its smooth motions. Just like his master, his body was enormous. He began to stretch, extending his body to exceed seven feet in height. Every muscle in his arms and legs was heavily detailed and toned, and his chest and torso were perfectly defined in a way they never had been before.

Staring at his reflection, he chuckled as his old work clothes clung to his form, barely holding shape around his bulging body. With a smile, he flexed his stone muscles and heard a satisfying tear as every article of clothing was simultaneously shredded. Scraps of shirt and pants clung to his body and he shook them off happily, feeling properly displayed in full, statuesque nudity.

Even more startling than his body were his wings, fangs, and claws. Staring at himself, he could not recognize any humanoid form. He looked just like Roger had, but with glowing red eyes. He knew what he was: a gargoyle. His Master’s perfect pet. He lived to serve the library and its owner. His Owner. Master Dorian.

He felt a hand on his head, pressing into his cool stone. The enormous hand of his Master filled him with pleasure and submissiveness. He turned and quickly kneeled, bowing before his better. “Thank you, Master. You’ve helped give me the perfect mind and body to serve you.”

Dorian smiled and cupped his pet’s chin in his hand, feeling his angular jawline oh so tenderly. “Very good, my pet. You will serve me very well. Now, for your final gift.”

As the gargoyle peered up at his new Master lovingly, he felt a tingling sensation at his feet. Glancing down, he watched as stone claws reflexively dug into the floor and his arches began to groan and widen. The balls and heels of each foot began to bulge and expand, and Daniel moaned as he felt stony muscle form and swell beneath his hard exterior. His cock swelled up to its full length, now nearly a foot, and continuing to grow.

Every clawed toe he had expanded and gained new angles and jagged edges. His heel extended into a sharper point as his feet transformed from large to enormous. For a human, these feet may have seemed out of proportion, but for Daniel, they felt just right. Gigantic, Sharp, Muscular, Angular, and so sensitive. They were crafted in his Master’s image and his cock ached as he thought about all the ways he could use them to serve his new owner.

Still lost in pleasure, the new gargoyle didn’t even notice as a second of his kind entered the room. Roger stalked behind his new brother and eyed him hungrily. Dorian stepped back to his throne and sat, watching the two with great curiosity as Roger licked his stone lips in anticipation. In a deep, gravelly voice, he growled, “Brother, you’re looking so strong and perfect for our Master. Let’s show him exactly what you’re capable of.”

Roger sat on the ground and leaned back, presenting his crotch as his massive stone cock unsheathed and extended beyond a foot in length. Daniel only needed to eye it for a moment before knowing what was required of him. He fell to the ground and laid back, extending his taloned feet to wrap around his brother’s exposed cock. Roger groaned in approval and bucked his hips as Daniel began caressing and rubbing the smooth, cold stone. As he looked to his Master, Daniel saw a satisfied smile and continued with a rush of vigor. His feet still cracking and expanding, the young gargoyle began feverishly pumping the cock of his former co-worker, now beyond happy to revel in his new form and sexuality.

As the two of them explored each others’ bodies and moaned well into the night, Dorian smiled, watching on before eventually returning to his office. His pets would be occupied for some time, giving him the opportunity to dig out a large sign and place it in the front of the Library window. “Now Hiring”.