After spending a few minutes worshiping his feet, the wolf flicked Carl onto his rear with one of his powerful toes. The enthralled young man wanted to get back up and continue licking and sniffing his new master's feet, but as he saw the wolf's toes, he stopped dead in his tracks. They were wiggling, but not just in a random fashion like one might expect... they were moving in an intentional, rhythmic fashion.
As Carl watched the toes, he felt his intelligence slipping away even more, until all he could think about was the powerful waves of musk wafting over him from the toes. His limbs felt limp, his eyes glazed over, and his mouth hung agape, with a line of drool hanging from one corner. The wolf's feet brought him under a hypnotic trance.
"Puny human listening?" the wolf asked.
"Yes, master..." Carl replied in a monotone voice.
"Good! Puny human is my dumb slave, and puny human will find MORE puny humans to submit to my feet! If puny human do good job, he get some of my power! Get enough slaves and maybe puny human get no so puny anymore! Hahaha!"
"Yes, master..." Carl could move again, but it was as if he was being controlled, rather than moving freely. He flew up and into town, intent on bringing the first person he could find back to the wolf. The first thing he sees is...
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