Will sat at the computer and looked at John's profile. There were so many options, but Will was focused on one thing only. What if John was not only his master, his dominating alpha, but the leader of an entire pack of canine boys? With the ability to control and convert any man he desired into a slutty pup. Will rubbed his perky nipples, letting his tiny 3 inch dicklet get as hard as it could while rubbing the plug currently buried in his ass. Yes, it would be so hot to have his holes be buried by multiple knotted cocks, being gangbanged by multiple wolf men, for John to seduce and turn guys like Will into subby femboy sluts as part of his harem.
Will browsed John's profile began to edit under "special abilities":
John Stanley:
Canine pheromones - can release pheromones that make anyone of his choice hornier and more open to being direction by John. Target will likely be seduced, ignoring sexuality.
Transformative body fluids - Anyone coming into contact (ingestion or sexual acts) with John's spit, sweat, semen, piss, or blood can be transformed into whatever he chooses. If John is not aware, target will still be transformed into a form befitting one subservient to John.
Territorial dominance - John likes to mark objects (or people) with his piss. This is seen as normal, as is the rest of his existence to the world.
Will thought for a second. Would giving John these new abilities even without his awareness backfire in any way? Maybe. But the thought of his alpha being even more powerful than ever made him so turned on he didn't care. The femboy quickly saved the changes and closed the laptop, leaking more cum from his dicklet just from the thought.
For his first time being out in public as a massive 7 foot dog anthro, John was pleasantly surprised with the reaction (or lack thereof) that he'd received from everyone else. Is was like he was barely interesting to them despite his absurd stature. John on the other hand felt much more different. His new body felt like was exploding with energy, with every stomp from his massive paws almost shaking the Earth in raw power. He had dressed in nothing but a tank top that was struggling to contain his new torso, with nipples poking above and V-cut 8 pack abs outlined perfectly through the fabric. His tight gym shorts also could not hide an always-hard canine penis, which almost uncomfortably rested on his thigh.
This felt natural though, just like his entry to the local gym, where he immediately began a familiar workout routine. What he didn't know was that with every second he pushed himself, his body secreted massive amounts of sweat that slicked through his short fur and scruffy hair. The smells quickly emanated to someone nearby, someone who would soon be getting to know John very closely...