Ophiderom

Society going back to normal after an averted sheep TF apocalypse. Sheep are the majority and depending on where you live, you might be a total novelty. Every local business wants you as their mascot, everyone wants to share animal sounds and everyone is really horny for getting clone TFed into you.

Rock collecting and petrification kink generally *begin* as separate hobbies.

Giving taurs a taste of how much more intense all those sexual sensations feel when they're just the rear half and suddenly they're all begging to be rear halves indefinitely.

That leaves a lot of mindless heads which I'll generously donate my personality too.

A staff for perspective magic which consists of lots of little circles at the end, each with little overlays to affect what you peel at through it. The paper cut-outs of embarrassing clothes and bondage gear are a favourite.

I go back and forth on it. I think it just taps into each person's latent desires to decide that.

There's a long delay before the effects of the contagious TF spell kick in, but once they do, they warp reality to retroactively have started immediately. All that time you were totally fine and didn't bother to quarantine yourself you were actually a dumb cow turning everyone into dumb cows.

Sheep imitation has a high skill ceiling and a low skill floor. Anyone can start doing it but only the true masters can stop.

Midas Thrust is veeery good.

It's not petrified, it's petrifying.

Is it too mean to enchant my cock with petrification magic and then body control people to suck it? I forgot to ask your friend before they got to work.

Oh right, you're basically a puppet. Okay, I'm just going to make you say it's totally fine and then suck my dick.

That leaves me free to roam the facility except that my cock keeps cumming in rebellion so I have to turn people into condoms and hide them once they're full. One of them happens to be holding the object I came for so I casually stroll out with it. All according to plan.

They come in and I merge TF them into the rear half of a taur form because taurs are socially expected to be incredibly hung and bottomless.

That goes fine until my assigned partner notes that I don't smell like a staff member so I panic and cock TF them. Now I can't leave the booth because my pants won't fit and I look incredibly conspicuous, so I call out for another worker.

Trying to use the person I underwear TFed to get past the facial identification and enter the facility but people see me grinding my bulge against the scanner. I say I'm in rut as an excuse but then they escort me to a mandatory relief session.

Immortal who says the whole "your lives are so short compared to mine" thing but it's because they cock vore everyone they get to know.

We need more taurs walking around so you'll never have to compromise.

I'm inventing failclones if those aren't already a thing. "I wish I was them" is a good start but let's make sure you append "...but worse."

Wool is surprisingly fire resistant.

Wait no don't use me as a meat shield nooooo

Low-damage absorption and high-damage filtering were supposed to never coexist because it'd lead to nigh-invulnerability, but it turns out that a sheep (highly fluffy) wearing fishnet stockings (sieve-like) qualifies for both.

Studying the evil company that sells hypnovisors disguised as VR headsets to see why they succeeded where I failed. The trick is that they didn't give their visors a Medusa Mode which activates itself, but honestly I thought that was the best part of my brand.

Didn't notice it so I'll never think to turn you back.

Your sheep roommate has given you free-range, encouragement in fact, to try somnophilia with them, but even finding them asleep with their ass raised when you were about to jerk off anyway didn't work out because you got close and immediately understood that you had to TF into their underwear.

Yet to be seen.

The rubber sheepsuit is stuck on you for an extra day per post I've made about sheep, further adding time with any new ones I make. That includes posts about you now, doesn't it?~

The smaller and flatter the cage Ophi is wearing, the further he is through his character development and more powerful he is.

My amazing curative wool removed most of the drone programming and latex around your head but it couldn't de-rubberise your body. Nevermind that you weren't dronified at all before you touched it.

Curse of "more sona art but it's because all of your comms get a sequel where a sheep owns you now"

Sheep who has loyalty cards for their service of providing Bad End experiences/roleplay and after you fill it out, you get a surprise real one snuck into your normal routine.

I kinda dug so deep into "this should happen to me" ideas that I came out the other side genuinely wanting to try them on subs but it's all fantasy stuff rather than IRL domming and I'm still a switch.