A grey-furred wolf named Michael was anxiously waiting in his theatre seat for the test screening to start. A new film studio named DreamTrance Studios was testing out a new style of filmmaking that involved trancing the movie audience to imagine themselves transported into the movie itself, as if they were actually experiencing the events of the film unfold in real life. Michael couldn’t believe he was going to be among the first to witness this new movie-making innovation.

Two researchers representing DreamTrance walked up in front of the theatre screen, addressing the audience. The researcher on the left was a tall girl giraffe, and the researcher on the right was a shorter boy mole.

“Thank you for attending this test screening for our new high-concept film.” The giraffe greeted the audience. “This short movie features a new film-making technique that has been designed to hypnotize the audience into dreaming themselves as part of the action.”

“The movie our studio filmed is named ‘Attack of the 50ft. Furry Femboy.’” The mole piped up. “It’s about a giant femboy dog named Miles who is rampaging through a large city, destroying its’ buildings. The hypnotic film technique is also designed to have its entranced audience members imagine the film in their preferred film genre.”

“That’s right.” The giraffe interjected. “So, if you prefer sci-fi films, you might imagine our film as a sci-fi flick, or if horror is more your speed, you might imagine the film with some horror elements added to it.”

“Or you could imagine yourself in a romantic comedy where you date the massive femboy to prevent him from destroying the city.” The mole added to the giraffe’s explanation.

The giraffe noticed someone in the audience raise a hand, and motioned for them to ask a question.

“Could I theoretically imagine your film as a horror-themed romantic comedy?” The audience member asked.

“Yes!” The giraffe enthusiastically answered. “Your enjoyment of the film is only limited by the power of your imagination! In a few moments, you’ll all watch a hypnotic induction on this theater screen, and then experience the future of film-making. Have fun!”

The two test screening researchers walked to the back of the room to sit down in a couple theatre seats. They both donned a pair of hypnosis-resistant glasses so they could block out the hypnotic power of the induction, so that they could both study everyone in the audience. The giraffe and the mole both grabbed out a clipboard and a pen as they waited for the hypnotic pattern to come on the screen.

A vintage-style film leader countdown appeared on the screen. The number 100 appeared in the center of the circle on the screen. Every time a line made a rotation around the circle, a beeping sound was heard as the number in the center decreased by one, and a hypnotic ripple effect danced across the screen. The test audience was falling deeper and deeper into a very sleepy trance the more the screen was counting down.

Michael was sighing in blissful peace as the hypnotic screen had counted down to fifty, halfway until the start of the film. If one were to look closely into his eyes, they would see the film countdown reflected in his eyes, wiping his sleepy mind with every rotation. Michael was drooling a bit over his chest.

All of the test audience’s drooping eyes were struggling to remain open by the time the countdown reached the number ten. Once it had counted down to two, the screen instantly cut to black, and all of the test members’ eyes slammed shut.

Michael suddenly found himself right in the center of a big city. He was about to go look for the giant femboy dog, until the ground underneath suddenly started vibrating violently, causing him to lose his balance and fall down on his back. He got back up on his paws, believing he had just experienced an earthquake, until he looked up towards the sky to see the massive femboy rampaging throughout the city, shoving over any buildings that were in his path.

Alright, now that I’m inside of the film, I wonder what I should do next. Should I try to stop Miles from destroying more buildings… somehow? Should I try to climb up his body to, like, kiss him or something? Michael blushed over that thought. I wonder where that came from?

Michael ran as fast as he could to where Miles was. The femboy was towering over a massive chocolate factory that looked tiny from his perspective, and he lifted one of his paws right over the factory. Michael was waving his arms around everywhere trying to get his attention, but Miles’ didn’t notice him as he stomped his paw right into the roof of the chocolate factory.

When Miles lifted his paw from the crushed remains of the factory, it was covered in a thick coating of chocolate sauce. Miles found a nearby hill to sit on as he raised his paw to his mouth to start licking the chocolate off of his paw.

For some reason that Michael couldn’t properly explain, the smell of the chocolate sauce combined with the scent of the femboy’s paw was incredibly alluring to him. He could feel his legs marching with a mind of their own towards the hill the dog was perched upon, arms outstretched in front of his body like a hypnotized zombie, feeling like he was experiencing a trance within a trance. Once he reached the hill, he immediately collapsed onto his knees, tail wagging quickly back and forth, waiting for Miles to finally notice him.

After a few more licks of his paw, Miles heard the howl of a wolf. He looked down and saw Michael patiently waiting to be acknowledged by him. Miles grew a sly smile on his face as he lowered his massive chocolate-covered paw right in front of Michael’s body.

“Wanna share?” The femboy teasingly asked him.

Michael was blushing profusely across his cheeks. “Umm…sure…” he trailed off shyly.

Michael grasped Miles’ paw with both of his hands, pulling his whole body closer so he could begin licking the rest of the chocolate off of his paw. Miles was greatly enjoying Michael’s worshipping of his paw.

“Make sure you lick off every last little bit of chocolate.” Miles commanded Michael in between his own sighs of pleasure. “I want my paw spotless so I can try on my new striped thigh-high socks that I stole from the clothing store I destroyed a few blocks down.” Miles chuckled to himself, pointing back in the direction where he had caused destruction.

The femboy’s command had prompted Michael to hoist his own body on top of Miles’ paw so that he could crawl around looking for any spot of chocolate to lick off. He even squeezed himself in between Miles’ toes to lap up any chocolate that had gotten stuck in between.

“Hee hee! That tickles!” Miles giggled as Michael was lapping off the last of the chocolate off of one of Miles’ claws. Unbeknownst to Michael, Miles brought a hand closer to where he was using one of his fingers to flick Michael on his ass, causing him to fall off of his paw onto the ground below. Fortunately, he wasn’t very high off the ground, so he didn’t really get hurt. Though he felt extremely humiliated when he could hear the femboy giggling over his predicament.

Michael turned back around to face Miles, about to tell him off, but his anger immediately dissipated when he saw Miles pulling his thigh-high socks over his plump, thick legs. Filled with intense feelings of lust instead, he ran back over on all-fours to where Miles was and started repeatedly raining kisses all over his socked paws.

After a couple minutes of uninterrupted kissing of the femboy’s paws, Michael suddenly felt his whole body being hoisted up in the air. When his shock wore off, he found himself staring right into Miles’ deep blue eyes, sitting on the palm of his hand.

“Awww, did you get chocolate stains on your shorts?” Miles teased Michael. “Here, why don’t you let your femboy daddy take care of that for you.” Miles licked a finger on his other hand, and rubbed it over Michael’s crotch, wiping off all the chocolate stains. Michael felt his cock jump an inch from Miles’ touch.

“You know, I never commanded you to kiss my socked paws. You were only supposed to lick the chocolate off of my paw.” Miles used his free hand to stretch out the front of his short shorts that he was wearing. “I think that’s earned you a stay in Horny Jail!” Miles laughed as he dropped Michael into his shorts.

Before Michael could scream, he quickly made a soft landing right in front of Miles’ massive cock. The warmth of his cock brought him crawling closer to it, letting out hot breath over his dick. He could feel his own cock pitching a massive tent in his shorts.

Miles pulled open the front of his shorts again, calling to his tiny sex slave from up above. “Wanna compare dick sizes?” Miles cheerfully asked him. Michael was blushing even harder now. “Y-yeah…I do…”

Michael stripped his clothes off of his now naked body, pressing his tiny, but hard & veiny cock against Miles’ massive, yet flaccid cock. Miles giggled over Michael’s actions, as he was spurting pre-cum all over the femboy’s cock.

“Well, I have to say that your cock is quite impressive considering your short stature, but I’m afraid to say, even at full mast, it doesn’t quite compare to mine, even when my cock isn’t hard.” Miles smugly teased him. “Speaking of hard cocks, why don’t you get my dick all nice and hard by rubbing your entire body over it?”

Michael found himself brushing his entire back up and down the length of Miles’ shaft, and he could sense Miles’ cock start to stiffen a bit as Michael continued spraying out more pre-cum. “I thought Horny Jail was supposed to make me less horny, not more.”

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” Miles questioned. “Oh, just one more thing. Every time my cock grows, give my tip a single kiss.” He commanded.

Every time Michael felt Miles’ cock grow, he quickly climbed up his shaft to give a single kiss on the tip of his cock.

“Heh, that tickles too!” Miles giggled. “Don’t forget to work those thick glutes of yours! You gotta work out well if you wanna be my lover!” Miles laughed harder as he felt Michael rub his muscular ass up and down his shaft.

Meanwhile, back in the audience, the giraffe and the mole were writing down some of the audience’s reactions down on their clipboards. The mole looked up and saw Michael in his seat, clutching one of the arms of his seat as tightly as he could. Michael was making some very strange, straining noises, looking like he was about ready to explode.

“What’s wrong with that one guy?” The mole asked, surprised. “Does he really dislike our movie that much?”

The giraffe looked towards the wolf in the seat, noticing what the mole had seen, and started chuckling to herself.

“No, Martin. He doesn’t dislike our movie at all. Quite the contrary, really.”

“What do you mean by that, Gia?” He asked her.

“I mean that some movie-goers have preferences that lean towards a- how shall I say-naughty direction.” She smirked.

After his intense work-out, Michael let his tired body slide down the length of Miles’ cock, until he fell into the warm embrace of the femboy’s balls.

“Oh God, this feels so good right now.” Michael sighed as he let the warmth of Miles’ balls envelop his mind. The scent of Miles’ sweaty balls had tied itself around Michael’s tired brain, as he slowly closed his weary eyes.

Michael could sense the femboy using his hand to lift him out of his shorts. He brought his hand closer to his face, inspecting Michael’s sleeping, naked body laying peacefully across the palm of his hand.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.” Miles cooed as he coaxed Michael out of his slumber by rubbing his cock, pinching it between the thumb and index finger of his other hand.

Michael slowly opened his tired eyes, and let out a yawn.

“Would you like me to give you a paw job with my thigh-high socks now?” Miles whispered his question right in Michael’s ear.

Michael let out a lustful hiss, and then moaned out loud. “Oh, god yes! Please!”

Miles giggled as he gently placed Michael on his back on the ground below him. “Step on me, please.” Michael begged him. Miles laughed out loud over his begging. “I’m gonna give you all the steppies!”

The femboy suddenly jabbed his big socked toe right upon Michael’s hard cock, quickly and repeatedly lifting and dropping his toe over and over again, constantly stomping all over Michael’s dick.

“Oh my God! You’re so pathetic!” Miles teased him, albeit in an affectionate way. “I’m the sexiest femboy you have ever seen, yet you’re not going to cum over my sweet ass, or my gorgeous lips…” Miles lowered his face towards the ground where Michael was to further tease him. “You’re gonna cum over my toes, the lowest part of my body.” Miles brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh, while he continued stomping all over Michael’s cock. “Say it. Say that you are my pathetic, filthy, slutty paw slave!”

“I…I’m your slutty paw slave…”

“Louder. I can’t hear you from all the way up here.” Miles teased.

“I’m your pathetic, filthy, slutty paw slave!” Michael shouted out loud.

“Good boy.” Miles praised him, hovering his big toe over Michael’s crotch in anticipation. “I now grant you permission to cum.”

Miles slammed his big toe over Michael’s cock so hard, that he spurted his cum high up into the air.

Miles was squeezing Michael’s body in between his toes, while Michael was trying to keep himself from smothering Miles’ toes with kisses, as he hadn’t been commanded to do so. “Such a good boy. Such a good boy.”

Once the movie had ended, most of the audience members had woken up from their trances. Gia and Martin got up to walk between the aisles to interview various people about their opinions on the film, hoping for feedback on how to improve it.

After writing about their feedback on their clipboards, Gia turned to Martin. “Well, I think this test screening was a resounding success! Most of our audience members really seemed to like it!”

“Yeah, I’d say some of them maybe liked the film a little too much.” Martin rolled his eyes as he pointed to where Michael was sitting, still deep in trance with a massive post-orgasm grin on his face.

“Hey, you really shouldn’t be judging him like that.” Gia admonished him. “We hired such a sexy femboy cutie to act in our movie. Can you really blame anyone for having such a fun fantasy about him?”

“Alright, you got me there.” Martin admitted. “To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t mind getting some steppies from him.” Martin sheepishly said as he imagined the femboy dog trampling all over his back with his paws. He blushed at the thought, surprised at himself for admitting to that. Gia giggled to herself.

Even after the film credits had been played, Michael continued looking at the blank screen not having woken from his trance. He was drooling a lot over his chest, and had a massive wet spot from where he had came in his shorts. He immediately became hard again as he imagined himself resting in the femboy dog’s large and bushy tail, sensing Miles stroking his near-sleeping body with his paw.

“Who’s my good boy? You are! You are!” Michael imagined Miles was whispering these sweet things to him.

“Mmmeeeee… I’m your good boy…” The wolf mumbled in his sleep.

He was now the only audience member that was still sitting in the theatre room. Gia stepped closer to him, pulling out a pen and a clipboard.

“So, on a scale of 1-10, what did you think of the movie?”

“S-step on me… again… please…” Michael moaned out loud.

“I’ll take that as a ten!” Gia excitedly exclaimed as she wrote it down on her clipboard. Her exclamation finally woke Michael up, who slowly lifted his tired self off of his seat.

He could feel a dampness in his shorts, looking down at his seat below, surprised to see a decent-sized pool of cum that had leaked out on top of the seat.

Embarrassed, he tried hiding the massive cum spot under a leftover popcorn bucket someone had left behind. He slowly stumbled out of the theatre room, struggling to keep his balance.

He could feel his damp shorts pressing against his cock with every step, every step a constant reminder of Miles’ effortless domination over his mind. He knew from that very moment that he was going to be this up-and-coming actor’s number one fan forever.