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  "description": "[b]If you like my content and would like more of it, check out my website, which contains up-to-date links to all of my content (not just what I post here), plus all the social media I am active on - https://dainendog.com.[/b]\n\nThis image is a sequel to this one: [smallthumb]3828614[/smallthumb].\n\nThe forest had always whispered to Dainen—tonight, it roared.  The first sip of the potion had been sweet, like honeyed apples with a sharp, citrusy bite that made his fur prickle and his tail twitch with anticipation. The second sip burned, but in a good way—heat pooling low in his belly, his cock already half-hard, his nipples tightening as the cool night air brushed against his bare skin. He’d moaned softly, his paws pressing into the damp earth as the magic hummed through his veins, his body buzzing with a pleasure that felt almost alive. The flask’s green glow pulsed in time with his heartbeat, the liquid swirling as if it were watching him back.\n\nThen the change started.\n\nAt first, it was just a warmth, spreading from his chest outward like molten honey. His muscles, honed from years of climbing trees and racing through the underbrush, began to soften. Not with pain, but with a strange, liquid sensation, as if his very bones were melting. His waist narrowed, his shoulders slumped as his height shrank, and the world around him suddenly loomed larger. His fur, usually sleek and well-groomed, puffed up in disarray, clinging to his smaller frame like a second skin.\n\n[i]“W-what…?”[/i] His voice came out higher than usual, thin and uncertain.\n\nHe looked down.\n\nHis cock—thick and heavy just moments ago—twitched, then began to shrink, the weight between his legs vanishing into something small and innocent. His belly rounded slightly, his ribs feeling delicate under his own touch. His paws, once strong and steady, trembled as they grew smaller, his claws retreating into softer, rounded pads. His tail, usually bushy and full, fluffed up like a puppy’s, the tip curling in confusion.\n\n[i]“No, no, no—”[/i] His breath hitched as his body continued to change. His legs shortened, his thighs lost their definition, and his calves grew stubby and unsteady. His ears, always perked and alert, now felt too big for his head, the weight of them pulling his skull forward as his face rounded, his cheekbones losing their sharpness. His muzzle shortened, his snout becoming softer, more childlike.\n\nThe potion’s warmth still fizzed under his skin, but it wasn’t arousal anymore. It was fear. Pure, simple, childish fear. \n\n[i]“I—I don’t…”[/i] His voice cracked, high and thin. He stumbled back, his paws tangling in the underbrush as his balance faltered. The flask slipped from his grip, shattering against a rock. The green glow died with a hiss, leaving him in darkness.\n\nThen the worst part hit. His mind.\n\nThe forest wasn’t exciting anymore. It was big. Too big. The trees loomed overhead, their branches twisting like skeletal fingers, and the wind howled through the leaves, sounding like laughter. His heart punched against his ribs, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. Zaccai. He needed Zaccai. Or Zeke. Or anyone. The brave, reckless part of him—the part that had chugged the potion without hesitation—was gone, replaced by a trembling terror.\n\n[i]“I need—I need help—”[/i] His voice broke. He clapped his paws over his muzzle, his small body shaking. The potion’s warmth still lingered, but it wasn’t pleasure anymore. It was panic.\n\nHe bolted.  The run back to camp was a nightmare.\n\nHis paws, once sure and steady, stumbled over roots and rocks. The path, once familiar, now twisted and turned, tricking him. He tripped, his knees scraping against the dirt as he caught himself, his breath sobbing out of him. [i]“Stupid, stupid, STUPID—!”[/i] His vision blurred with tears. He wasn’t Dainen anymore. He was a kid. A puppy. And the woods were huge, and he was lost, and—\n\nHe could hear his friends now. Jake’s deep snores rumbled from one tent, and Luke’s muffled murmurs from another. Safe. They were all safe. And he was not.\n\nHe skidded to a stop at the edge of the campsite, his tiny body trembling. His friends were asleep. Peaceful. Oblivious.\n\nDainen’s ears flattened against his head. He wanted to whimper. He wanted to hide as a twig snapped behind him. He whipped around, his pulse spiking—it was nothing. Just the forest, watching. Waiting.\n\nHis throat tightened. He had to choose.\n\nWake them? Risk their laughter, their confusion? Or run. Hide. Pretend this never happened. His tail curled tightly against his legs, his paws trembling. What was he supposed to do now?\n\n---\n\nThe voting for this part of the story originally happened when this interactive story was first released late last year. Below you can see the results of that poll. Those choices determined how the story continued into the next chapter.\n\n[code]🗳 Poll Results\n\n👀 Someone unexpected finds him before he can do anything — 56.25%\n████████████████████████████████████████████████\n\n🐺 Sneak into his tent and wake up Zaccai — 22.92%\n████████████████████\n\n🔥 Panics and wakes everyone up — 12.5%\n███████████\n\n🌿 Tries to reverse the potion alone — 8.33%\n████████[/code]\n\n[center][b]See more images like this here:[/b]\n[smallpool]95113[/smallpool][/center]"
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