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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

It was nearly three weeks ago that a magical force took the small college town of Darwinton. In one particular neighborhood, all humans were turned into zoomans-- humanoid animals. Their pets were turned into zoomans as well and given intelligence and powers to command their former owners.

The local college re-opened its doors and earlier that day the students had their first day back at college since the neighborhood was transformed. It was an exciting day, but it had to end like any other so the students went home.[/i]

It was the drive home. Randal and his roommates invited his girlfriend Brandy to their house. Todd and Elizabeth went back home in Patricia's car like the way they arrived but Randal went with Brandy in her car.

Brandy's car was a nice ride, although small for Brandy's size. The cat girl's fat ass covered the driver's seat and her sides jutted out, some of her belly fat pressing up against the door. Her bright blue jacket and gray striped t-shirt covered her topside well, and her sandy brown khakis were comfortable.

She drove while Randal rode shotgun. Randal was in a baggy sweater and cargo cut-offs. The car stirred with the quiet sound of tires rolling.

"I gotta warn you," said Randal, fiddling with his seat belt, "One of my housemates is Bugsy. He's a raccoon. He will make fun of you for... you know..."

Brandy looked over, her gaze sincere and deep. "Make fun of me for what?"

Randal gulped. He grinned innocently. "Because, you know, you're... [i]fat[/i]."

Brandy's eyes misted up. "I'm [i]fat?[/i]"

Randal's heart stopped. All the color drained from his face as he stared in horror at his girlfriend, horrified at what he's brought to his girlfriend's door.

Brandy stared in disbelief at Randal before cracking a cheeky smile, fangs visible. "Of course I'm fat! I'm over 300 pounds!" She turned back to the road.

Life returned to Randal. He crunched an annoyed grin. Brandy giggled and reached over to rub the mastiff's knee, "Obese, even."

Randal chuffed, "But yeah, Bugsy's going to make fun of you for it."

Brandy took a hand to one of her rolls out front and jiggled it, "Let him make fun." She dropped the fat. "Did you tell him I'm a bedwetter?"

"I think I did," said Randal, "He's going to make fun of you for that, too."

"Is he the kind of guy that deals exclusively in low blows?" asked Brandy.

Randal nodded. "Yeah, he's a pill." He rubbed his chin. "If he makes fun of you for peeing the bed I'll bring up the time I scared him so bad he pissed and shat in his pants and went stupid."

Brandy went wide-eyed, glancing over to Randal for a moment to see if he was serious then returning her eyes to the road. "Seriously? I didn't realize I was dating a [i]demon[/i]."

Randal chuckled, "I'm no demon."

Brandy smirked. "On the second thought, the evidence was right in front of me. You're a demon in the sheets!" She chuckled, waggling a brow over in Randal's direction. Randal chuckled. Brandy tongued her lips. "You make me go into stupid mode when we fuck." She paused then broke out in a cavewoman's voice. "You handsome. You make fire in pants!"

Randal rubbed her leg. "Big woman puh-retty. Make me wee-wee rock."

Brandy snerked. She cleared her throat and prepared herself for another joke. "Me want to spread legs when me see doggy shirtless!"

Randal bit his lip and rubbed a hand down the inside of her thigh. "Me want to mate with big white cat for many moons!"

Brandy glanced over, smiling again with her fangs out. "Me want to have kittens with dog."

Randal stopped. He was struck! Did Brandy seriously mean that she wanted to have children with him? The dog got a good glimpse of Brandy's dreamy eyes before she turned herself to the front so she could watch the road. That gaze... it had to have been sincere.

The dog sat quietly, his wee-wee semi-solid.

The two cars pulled up to Pixie's house, Brandy parking behind Patricia's car in the single-lane driveway. On the way inside Brandy put on the cavewoman voice again: "Me like look of cave!" Randal chuckled but the other three were confused why Brandy was talking like a brute.

Pixie was just inside the living room like she was waiting the entire day for her pets to get back from school. When Elizabeth walked in the door, a big smile stretched on Pixie's face, her whiskers flaring with excitement!

"Welcome home!" said Pixie, "How was everyone's first day?"

"It was good!" said Patricia, putting her keys down in the bowl by the door. She walked up to Pixie to give the fat orange tabby a hug.

Elizabeth walked in and stood by the door, letting the doors walk by. "It was just as weird as anything else that's happened to us in this animal world."

Brandy walked in. Her extra large frame and cat face were a pleasant surprise for Pixie.

Pixie grinned warmly, "And I assume you are Brandy."

Brandy smiled and reached out a hand to shake Pixie's. She said, "Yeah. Hello there. You are... Pixie?"

Pixie nodded, shaking Brandy's hand. "That I am. Welcome to my home." She dropped Brandy's hand and looked over the white cat girl's obese form. Pixie put two hands on Brandy's burgeoning front, causing Brandy to giggle. Pixie smiled, teeth exposed. "I must say my pet has chosen a [i]lovely[/i] creature for his girlfriend!"

Brandy's rubbed a hand on the front of Pixie's tummy. "He has a lovely creature as his master!"

Pixie squished her cheeks in joy and took Brandy's hand. "Come! Sit down! Let us hear about your day!"

Pixie walked everyone to the hangout space-- a circle of couches and chairs meant for any get together. Brandy's instinct was to take the middle spot in a couch so she sat herself down, sinking into the cushions. Randal took her side but when Pixie took the other, the house master slid close to Brandy-- both cats' sides smushing together. The others sat around the room.

Pixie grinned. "I need to hear about your day at school. Tell me the most juicy details!"

Brandy spoke up, "Well, Randal..."

"Randal what?" asked Pixie.

Randal grinned nervously. "I... um... had sex during class."

A big smile came across Pixie's cheeks. "That's wonderful! Tell me about it!"

Everyone's eyes took to Randal. He repeated his story about fucking the mouse girl in front of the class that he told the others during lunch. Pixie was happy to hear Randal had an adventurous day at school.

"Did anyone else have such a day?" asked Pixie.

Elizabeth looked away. "Well..."

"Tell us, Elizabeth," said Pixie.

"It's... embarrassing," said Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth"-- Pixie's voice was stern-- "tell us the lewd things you did in college today."

The collie should have seen that coming. The collar on her neck made sure that she would obey any order that her master Pixie gave her. Elizabeth's posture tightened, and she turned forward.

"I masturbated," said Elizabeth, her tone as level as the horizon, "Our professor told us to masturbate and I masturbated. There was a buff rabbit guy sitting near me with amazing pecs and I masturbated to the thought of him naked."

The others had trouble containing their chuckles. Elizabeth's postured relaxed and she smiled nervously. She wasn't often forward with revealing that kind of information.

Pixie smiled and clapped her hands together. "I'm so glad you got to enjoy yourself!"

Elizabeth curved a frown and brushed a hand through her hair. "I preferred not be to be forced to talk about stuff like that!"

Pixie gazed at Elizabeth, her smile was soft and her eyes were sincere. "My dear pet, you shouldn't be shy about your physical pleasure!"

Bugsy walked in from the kitchen hallway, the feral raccoon walking on all fours like a proper animal. He was dressed in his usuals- a striped shirt with a brown jacket and blue jeans.

"Look whose home!" said Bugsy. He ran up to the others, hopping up on the end of Elizabeth's seat and sitting down on the arm. He glanced at the fat white cat sitting beside Randal. "And you must be Randal's girly!"

"You must be Bugsy," said Brandy. She looked at the raccoon and had a faint memory of a feral raccoon on the day they all turned into animals. Yes, Bugsy was with Pixie and Geffa that night where all the pets were brought out to the park, the night when Randal and Brandy met.

"Gotta say..."-- a smile curled on Bugsy's whiskers-- "never thought you would settle down with such a fa--"

Randal snarled! "[i]Bugsy!![/i]"

Brandy took Randal's arm and patted it. "It's ok, Randal." She turned to Bugsy. "I'm fat, aren't I?"

Bugsy nodded. "Very."

Brandy turned to Randal. "Randal... is this a problem for you? Me being so fat?"

"[i]No![/i]" said Randal, "I think you're beautiful." He took Brandy's sides.

"Imagine how unbeautiful she would look if she was [i]skinny[/i]," said Pixie.

Randal though about it for a moment. "I... don't think I'd want that."

"Really?" Brandy said with a smirk.

"No..." said Randal. He took Brandy's hand and brought it up to kiss it. He smiled. "I like you... fat." He was anxious to say the word but Brandy didn't seem offended. "Can I call you that?"

Brandy smiled. "Go ahead! Call me all the fat names you want!"

"What do you like about Brandy's fat?" asked Patrice.

"I'm not sure..." said Randal. He fondled the fat on the front of Brandy's shirt and jiggled it up and down. Ticklish Brandy laughed. "But if she wasn't so [i]chunky[/i]... I don't think I would love her as much."

"Let me see your front, cat," said Pixie. Brandy turned to her so that Brandy's flabby front was in Pixie's grasp. Pixie rubbed her palms down Brandy's belly. Brandy was ticklish so she giggled.

"I could hope to be as big as you one day," said Pixie.

"I've seen how you eat, Pix," said Bugsy, "You're well on your way!"

Pixie dug a thumb into Brandy's belly button and she felt a warm glow coming from Brandy's lap. She brought her hand down, placing it outside Brandy's crotch. Heat emanated from beyond Brandy's pants.

"My!" said Pixie, "You have a [i]powerful[/i] crotch warmth, Brandy!"

Brandy eyed over her shoulder at Randal. "You can thank this dog boy here for doing that! He... gets me like that."

Randal draped his arms over Brandy's shoulders, connected his hands. He smiled. "[i]This dog boy?"

Brandy smiled and took a hand onto his wrist. "Yes."

"That's good," said Randal. He kissed into her pudgy neck. "Because this 300 pound beauty has got this dog boy so [i]passionate[/i]."

Brandy squealed and blushed! The 300 pound beauty remark got Brandy's vulva quivering. She purred when Randal cupped one of her breasts and fingered her nipples through her bra.

Elizabeth watched the two lovers embrace. The collie wiggled some toes and tapped her sides. Randal's hand held one of Brandy's flabs like a rail and Elizabeth bit her lip.

"Keep going," said Brandy, "These pet names you got for me... they're really good!"

Randal chuckled. "Ok... You..."-- he wiggled Brandy's body-- "plus-sized goddess."

Brandy turned to face Randal, their knees knocking. She giggled and leaned in to kiss Randal on the front of his snout. "This might be weird... but I find this [i]hot[/i]. It would have broke my heart back when I was still human but now"-- Brandy rubbed Randal's shoulder and gave a sultry smile-- "it gets me off."

Randal took Brandy's sides and pushed his hands into her fat. "Is that so... you gorgeous fatso?"

Brandy bit her lip and nodded.

Randal took Brandy's side and leaned in. He kissed her on the lips and spoke to her silently. "You lovely scale-breaker. You obese Mona Lisa."

There was a part of Brandy, deep down inside, that took some offense to the words 'obese' and 'fatso' but Randal's voice was so [i]fervent[/i] that she knew that those words were no insults, but worship. She knew that Randal, with every remark, wanted her sexually. If his tone wasn't proof, Brandy glanced down to see a massive rod going down the mastiff's pant leg.

Randal rubbed his thumbs into Brandy's neck fat. "You overweight..." He paused, trying to think of the word. He addressed the others. "What's that word? Gymph? Hymph?"

"[i]Nymph[/i]," said Elizabeth.

"Right!" Randal turned back to Brandy, his passion mixing with his every breath. "You overweight [i]nymph[/i]."

For as long as Elizabeth had known Randal, she had never heard him speak in such a sensual tone. It was romantic but also sexual. The way his voice rumbled made Elizabeth leak some mist into her panties.

Randal kissed Brandy and she kissed him back. They moaned as they began a spell of sloppy kisses, tongues dancing all over each other's lips.

"Don't get distracted with [i]mating[/i]," said Pixie, "We want to hear about your days, not watch you [i]shtup![/i]"

"Well..." Elizabeth shifted in her seat, but then said nothing more.

"Is something wrong, Elizabeth?" asked Pixie.

Patrice, sitting right beside Elizabeth, got a whiff of something. The great dane leaned over to put her nose above Elizabeth's lap and sniffed. Patrice smiled. "Elizabeth's horny."

Elizabeth sighed.

Bugsy ran over Patrice's lap over to Elizabeth. He sniffed at Elizabeth's crotch and got a good noseful of Elizabeth's erotic aroma. The raccoon clicked his tongue. "Collie girl here is [i]foggy[/i]!"

"I'm not [i]that[i/] horny!" said Elizabeth. "I just... want to see Randal and Brandy do it."

"Perv..." remarked Todd. It was a rare opportunity for him to say that at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth clutched her chair and pouted. "I can't be the only one... right?"

"You're not," said Randal, gesturing at his hardon.

Pixie rubbed her chest and smiled. "I suppose watching my pet and his girlfriend mate would be... quite enjoyable!"

Brandy smiled at Randal. "Where were we?"

They learned into each other and kissed, tongues wagging and lips smacking. Randal took his hands to Brandy's side and jiggled her flabby sides. Brandy put her hand on Randal's lap and rubbed his arm.

Elizabeth watched them touch and rub their bodies together. She could feel their friction, the way their shirts shuffled and pulled on each other. Randal wrapped his arms around Brandy's body to tug her close and his arms sunk into Brandy's fat.

They pulled away from each other. Brandy reached down and tugged her shirt up and over. Her fuzzy fat body sludged out, large breasts still captive in that bra. Randal joined his girlfriend in undressing. He took his shirt over him and tossed it on the floor.

Brandy felt like being dramatic. She reached behind to unclip her bra and slow took her bra off her breasts. She unveiled her nipples like priceless antiques. Todd didn't even try to stop himself-- he sighed in pleasure and it was heard by all.

There was a shuffling. Todd and Patrice looked over to see Elizabeth with her hand down her pants. She was rubbing. With eyes glazing over and a stare so intense, Elizabeth masturbated while watching her roommate and his girlfriend begin the dance of mating.

Bugsy, still on the collie's lap, looked up at the others. He smirked. "Someone was desperate to touch herself!"

Elizabeth ignored it. The pride of defending herself from insult was not as important as the pleasure of stretching her loins while she stared at her friends get funky.

Randal leaned down to kiss the tops of Brandy's flabby tits. Brandy stifled a couple grunts, bringing them down to whispers.

Randal looked up and smiled. "Urk!"

That was the permission Brandy needed. When Randal returned to kissing her tits she leaned her head up and grunted loudly. "Nnngh! Umph! Unngh!"

Elizabeth's shuffling got faster. The sound of the two mates making caveman noises heightened the fires of Elizabeth's loins. Her nose heaved like a steam engine and she grunted herself.

Patrice chuckled and cupped her feet together. "Enjoying yourself, Liz?"

Todd wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to masturbate. If Elizabeth was doing it, he had permission to do it too. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let out his cock-- his cock already at six inches. He tugged on it and folded his toes as his fingers massaged his hardening shaft.

Brandy huffed and stood up, unbuckling her belt and dropping her pants to the carpet, draping her toes like a dress skirt. Her big ass and vagina were out in full display and she was proud to show them off.

Everyone's eyes let up. Elizabeth, Patrice and Todd got a nice view of her vagina while Pixie got a look of her flabby ass, an ass she wanted to grope.

Randal smiled and undid his belt. He threw down his pants and his big mastiff cock wobbled out! Brandy, smiling like a siren, got down on her hands and knees, presenting for Randal. Randal climbed down on her, his arms at her sides, and positioned himself behind her.

They both went narrow-eyed as Randal's cock slid into Brandy's vagina, his waist moving up Brandy's spine. There was a wet clap and once Randal had hoisted himself deep as he could go, he began his shuffle. Brandy's head sunk and she grinned with satisfaction.

Elizabeth's rubbing got quicker. Her breath got loud. She let her mouth hang open and she moaned.

It got a chuckle out of Patrice but if the idea was that Elizabeth was pathetic for being so apparently horny, the great dane girl was getting close to betray that formality. She watched the mastiff pole his fat girlfriend, Brandy's tits and flabs jiggling with every jostle. Some shine appeared on Patrice's loins.

The other watches were in a similar state. Todd had a boner growing down his pant leg. Randal made nasal grunts and Brandy smiled and giggled while she had her cooch cleaned out by a big mastiff cock and Todd couldn't help but get horny. Pixie watched Randal's fingers tangle with Brandy's, their hands planted on the floor. Pixie curled her tail and crept a hand over to her crotch, wanting to prod herself. Bugsy too was feeling the charm of watching the two go at it, and felt the temptation to play with his raccoon bits.

Brandy squeezed her cheeks and held onto Randal's cock like a pillowy clamp. Nothing that was going to outright stop his pumping, but something to give more churn to Randal pushing his cock in. He felt the cheeks squish up on the sides of his shaft and moaned.

Randal moved his arms into Brandy's sides. Once again, he was fucking the fat white cat. Once again, it was amazing. Her giant ass cheeks curved around his thighs like pillows. Her soft fur tickled his.

Brandy counted the weeks she lived without big mastiff cock. 22 times 52. That was a thousand something, Brandy estimated. 1000 weeks without amazing mastiff cock. Randal's cock thrust in and dragged its tip up the side of Brandy's flesh wall and jammed into the back and Brandy knew that she had wasted so much of her life!

Randal thrust fast, grunting, and Brandy squeaked with joy! Pixie's ear twitched and she meowed. She reached down into her pants and slid a finger down her wet vagina. She shivered and purred.

Patrice couldn't resist either. Swatting Bugsy off her lap, she unzipped her pants, let them down a bit, shifted her panties and then sawed a couple fingers between her cooch. The dane hummed with pleasure.

Bugsy looked over at an end table and saw a styrofoam cup someone left there. He hopped over and looked inside. The drink was gone and dried at the bottom. It would be perfect. He tipped it over towards him and undid his pants. He lowered his drawers and leaned over the top, humping into it.

The others stared at him. He rolled his eyes. "I'm a feral. This is how we masturbate!"

With Pixie lowering her waistline so she could get into her pants, Todd realized he was the last person to masturbate. He wasn't so depraved this time around, but he had held out the longest and won gold. He lowered his pants, whipped out his big large cock, and got cranking!

Randal rubbed his snout on the side of Brandy's head. She purred. Her hair swayed with every prod Randal thrust into her.

Brandy tapped Randal's arm. It was time for a shift. Randal ejected his cock and let Brandy flip on her back. Looking up at him, tits and belly fat facing him like the sun, she stretched her legs out wide. They pried open like a bear trap.

The cat girl did that sexy smirk and Randal jumped on her like a lion consuming dinner. He took his girlfriend and rammed into her like a jackhammer. Brandy leaned back, moaning like a sow!

Pixie let her body relax. Her expression went dumb and idle-minded as she fapped. Hearing Brandy moan and grunt as her cooch was assault by Randal's sexy aggression was making her loins rumble. How proud she was to have a pet with a fat cat as a girlfriend and for that pet to have sex with the cat so well.

Randal tilted Brandy's legs back. It was painful but the satisfaction of stretching that far and her erogenous zones tightening made up for it. She snarled and breathed out hard. She flapped her feet and curled her toes.

She bucked, smacking her ass on the floor. She screamed and meowed until the light burst within her. Cream drenched her walls and flowed down her canal. She twisted her thighs as the cum hit her exit and spritzed around Randal's cock. It dripped down her taint and spit on the floor.

Randal felt the sizzle of release on his shaft and he slapped his feet together, toes curling. He moaned and grunted through his teeth. Cum flow went up his shaft and he ejaculated into his girlfriend.

He howled and thrust hard, smacking his waist into her as he dumped his seed into her river.

Elizabeth couldn't hold it. She rubbed fast. A bark escaped her then another. Then she threw her head back and howled. Wetness sprayed from her cooch and got into her pants. She rubbed, wet slaps heard by all underneath her howls and barks!

Pixie coughed up a meowed and lowered her head, snarling and folding her ears. She hissed and her eyes went mad. As she whipped her fingers up and down her cooch, slime slapped out and got on her clothes. She growled and hissed and cum escaped her!

Randal and Brandy throttled each other rapidly, getting out the last pits of their orgasm. A splash of cum soaked the carpet beneath them. They caught their breaths, grinned at each other, and Randal pulled out from Brandy. Everyone could hear the tug as Randal's deflated shaft dug itself out from Brandy's cooch.

Patrice and Todd kept going but Bugsy began to hiss and gripped the cup with his claws cutting into the styrofoam. He snarled and hiss and sprayed his raccoon seed against the top of the cup. His body collapsed on the cup, bending it and splitting the walls but the raccoon got all of his jizz out before he crushed the masturbation aid.

Brandy blew some hair out of her face and smiled over at Elizabeth. "Was that good enough for you?"

Elizabeth reached over to grab a tissue from the tissue box. She wiped off her fingers and smiled. "Yes. That was... good."

Brandy looked down at the splooge seeping from her netherlips. "It was good for me too."

Pixie squealed with delight, wiping her cummy hand on her side. "I know my pet here is a good love maker--" she pet Randal's head-- "but with you, he is the [i]best[/i] love maker!"

Brandy chuckled. "I know. I've never had sex like..." she rubbed Randal's knee-- "like [i]this[/i] before!"

"Me neither," said Randal.

Randal climbed on top of Brandy and kissed her on her lips, his form sinking into her belly fat. The cat girl giggled as Randal weighed her down. They kissed.

Patrice and Todd still fapped. Bugsy wiped off his dick and pulled his pants back up. He hopped over to Todd's lap.

Randal rested his arms on Brandy's chest and gazed at her. "I'm glad to have found Brandy. I've never been in love like this!"

This was Bugsy's opportunity! He had waited all day to bring out the big guns. He hopped down beside the two lovebirds and leaned in close to sneer. "You love her, huh? Even though she [i]wets the bed[/i]?"

Randal smiled, unphased. "Yep, even though she wets the bed." He turned to her, smile unflinching. "Pees her pants in her sleep. Floods the sheets."

Brandy blushed. "Treats dreamland like a big toilet!"

Randal kissed her neck. Brandy held him. When a guy mentions your bed-wetting problem and all you want to do is suck his face, that was when Brandy knew she was in love!

"Figures you would hook up with a girl that wears diapers!" said Bugsy.

Randal smirked. "Hey Bugsy, remember that time I scared you so bad you pissed and shat your pants?"

This got a chuckle around the room. Bugsy stammered and blushed. It was obvious he wasn't worried about that comeback and was caught off guard.

"I..." said Bugsy. What could he say in response? "That... that was just one time! I had been drinking!"

Randal got up and addressed the room. "And then he was unable to speak and walked around like a toy monkey!"

More chuckles. Patrice and Todd masturbated while they laughed at Bugsy's humiliation. Bugsy walked up to Randal's leg and pounded at it with his tiny raccoon fist. "That didn't happen! Now you're just making things up!"

Randal snerked. Everyone was enjoying his story. "And when he came to apologize later, he was so overcome by my dominating attitude that he couldn't help but hump my leg!"

"You're a liar!" said Bugsy.

The room was in hysterics. Bugsy really got nailed with Randal's jokes!

Bugsy smiled and walked up to Brandy. He eyed Randal. "That was one time. Your girlfriend here is probably going to pee the bed every week from now on!"

Pixie stared at the raccoon's smug smile, the way he insulted their plus-sized house guest. The raccoon needed to be punished. "One time?" said Pixie. "That won't do. Randal... please violently growl and snarl at Bugsy."

Bugsy's eyes went wide with horror and his ears collapsed as a violent consumption of rage overcame Randal's face. Randal's mastiff demeanor turned into the face of a demon as he leaned down and roared and hollered at Bugsy with snarls and barks that shook the room!

Everyone was startled by Randal's sudden possession! It was like someone turning on a stereo at full blast. Todd and Patrice stopped fapping to watching Randal terrorize the 1 foot raccoon with an assault of ferocity meant to come from a wolf!

Bugsy's eyes turned white and he collapsed to the ground, his body flailing like he was being pelted by a hurricane's wind. He flinched and spasmed but couldn't move out of the dog's aura of terror!

"Stop," said Pixie.

Randal stopped, flinching like [i]he[/i] was the one on the receiving end of the snarl. He checked himself, scared at what he had just done-- his body overtaken by magical commands and behaving violently.

Bugsy was on the ground, whipering and shaking, looking like he had seen a ghost. His pants were soaking wet and the wetness had flowed into the carpet beneath him. Inside his drawers his fur was soaked with his own piss and his underwear had a fresh bundle of feces to carry around. The smell of raccoon poop was in the air as well.

Pixie looked over at her striped friend and smirked. "Are you ok, Bugsy?"

The giggles and chuckled around the room were light. It was funny to see the annoying Bugsy in such a state, with his pants totally pissed in and the raccoon completely spooked. On the other hand, Randal's bout of werewolf rage was shocking to everyone in the room.

Bugsy moved. He blinked and looked at himself, pinching out his pissy crotch. He whimpered. "Y-y... I... nnnnngh!" He hiccuped, so scared his throat was acting up.

"Guess that makes it twice now," said Pixie.

Everyone was chuckling. The raccoon had soiled himself again!

Brandy smirked at Randal. Randal felt bad scaring someone like that but Bugsy deserved it.

Bugsy felt his backside and knew he had shit himself too. He grumbled and then walked off to his room to change his pants, dripping on the carpet along the way. Pixie would have to clean that up.

Brandy stroked Randal's chest. "Like I said, Randal. You're a [i]demon[/i]."

Randal giggled. "And you..." he took Brandy's sides and rubbed her folds. "You irresistible lardass!"

Brandy giggled and Randal gazed into the cat girl's lovely eyes. Maybe Randal was going to give her puppies yet!

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