The Tanuki Who Helps
Not a lot of people will tell you they love their job and mean it.
They may like their job, sure, especially comparing it to rough times in the past. And the boss may be nice, the clientele 99% decent, and the hours okay, but it's still work and there's no chance they would roll out of bed every morning for it without the promise of a paycheck on the horizon.
I figure if they have to pay you to show up, that ain't love.
I could turn this into one of my rants on capitalism, but that's not what you're here for, are you? You're here because you heard about my job--the Tanuki Who Helps. That's me, all right, though I'll warn you the help you need most deeply isn't always the help you seek.
There's always this layer of fear, this protective wall around the things we can't even permit ourselves to imagine--the things we don't dare to even hope for. We grow up learning that so much of what we love is impossible, and we give up and settle for the mundane, the attainable, the possible. The job that's stable, but doesn't give out raises anymore. The steady partner whose sex drive won't flame nearly as high as yours. A stocked pantry and good TV every night--the modern 'bread and circuses'.
Fuck all that.
Tanuki magic is here, and you're not going to settle for less anymore.
Why don't you take a seat and get comfortable?
Now, your paperwork says you're here about... marital troubles. Oh honey, that's the least of your needs. I can see it in your heart, tiger, you need more than any mere spouse is ever going to get you.
I know it isn't strictly traditional for tanukis to be able to read the innermost desires of the heart, but with enough skill at transformation it's easy to become a tanuki who can do it.
Your deepest wish is definitely one you'll need my help with--I'm so excited to have been here to dig it up for you. You'll never guess what it is. Yeah, yeah, a lot of people say "if I wanted it so much, why didn't I know it?"--well, it's hard for us to know what we really want.
But I guarantee you'll love it.
First though we've got to get you ready to hear it. People tend to get really... well, 'emotional' is probably the most neutral way to put it--they get really emotional when they hear what I have planned for them, so we're going to start by bringing you to a place of deep relaxation.
Just close your eyes and keep listening to my words.
You know what we're doing already, don't you, tiger?
That's right.
Let it go.
Relax.
Breathe in deep.
Exhale.
And let's start counting down how close you are to being ready to hear your new self.
Ten.
Feel how easy it is to relax with me here taking care of you. Feel me here rubbing slow circles on your chest and belly here, massaging the tension out. Just focus on my words and how my paws move around and around...
Nine.
See how much closer that is to comfortable? Feel that relaxation, that comfort, how it radiates out from my paws and spreads out into your legs, your arm, your little stripy tail. You hardly want to move at all--any more comfortable, and you might just want to fall asleep.
Eight.
Eight is very close to sleep. You've still got a ways to go yet, but since you're so close to sleep it may help to just close your eyes, listen to my words, feel my paws moving in those slow circles, and keep obeying...
Seven.
Obeying is easy when you're good and relaxed, isn't it? It takes effort to resist, and effort is difficult to come by when you're so close to sleep. So much easier to just hear what I tell you to hear, feel what I tell you to feel, believe what I tell you you've always believed...
Six.
Some beliefs are easy to remember, some beliefs are easy to forget. When you're so close to sleep, we'll focus on those easy beliefs. It's easy to remember how good it feels when my paws explore your body. It's easy to forget any obligations that kept your own paws from wandering...
Five.
That's right, when you're so close to sleep, it's easy to reach for your dreams. I could tell you were dreaming of running your paws over my big, heavy, tanuki nuts ever since you came in. It's easy to remember that, isn't it?
Four.
Time to bring the pieces together.
Three.
You want to keep enjoying my balls. You want to keep obeying me so that I'll let you.
Two.
You want to obey. It's so easy to obey when you're so close to sleep.
One.
It's time.
Sleep.
Feel that deep relaxation. Isn't it great? Now that you've found sleep, you're ready to experience your dream, however strange it may seem to your waking self.
That little thought buried deep in the corner of your mind, the one you've been starving for so long--something so simple, yet so impossible: those little tiger-striped socks.
Such a silly little dream. More than just wearing socks, more than the feel or the smell of them--no, this deep hidden corner of your mind has always wanted to be a pair of socks.
You have always wanted this, even though you may not remember ever wanting this.
You have always wanted this, even if you are very sure you have never wanted this before.
The dreams that come to us in sleep can be so strange, can't they?
This is your dream now, just as sure as that big heavy nutsack of mine you keep stroking is also a dream of yours. And when dreams collide, magical things can happen. Sometimes those things will jolt us out of sleep, but sometimes that jolt can plunge us even deeper into dream.
Let's put that to the test.
Let's have you stroke your own balls for a while, and see how your dream is coming along.
Notice that change?
Relax--sleep is still here.
Relax.
Yes. Your dream is already coming true. Feel the soft cloth that encases your balls now, so much different from the fur you had before. Isn't it great? Aren't you glad you came to me for help? Only one thing remains between you and your dream now.
I'm going to need you to cum.
That's right.
When you cum in your sleep, you know you had a good dream.
Let's make this dream a good one.
Just relax and stroke. Let that arousal build. Stroke those new balls of yours and imagine how you'll feel when you're cloth all over. Your one body, split in two, right down the middle, left sock and right sock, all ready to be worn.
Mm, look how that turns you on! I bet you can tell how your scent has already changed. That's right--that's not the smell of a tiger's musk, it's the smell of a well-worn pair of socks. You're going to enjoy this so much. Look at all that precum. You're so excited to give up that old, boring life and live the dream I found for you.
Feel that cloth texture spreading across your body? It shows you're getting close. Your legs have already taken on that wonderful shape, toes given way to footwear's rougher outline... Your body's getting ready to separate--can you feel it? Your torso shortening to give your legs more room, your mouth already open as you pant out your need, hungry for the taste of a foot...
All you've gotta do is cum.
Come on, tiger... let loose, give it all up and surrender to the change.
Come on, tiger... soak yourself in what I'm sure will be the first load of many. I'm going to treat you so well.
Come on, tiger... there you go... what a beautiful pair of socks you make.
How does it feel?
I know you can't speak anymore, so answering that question is up to me now.
Let's see how you feel.
The tanuki picked up the cum-covered socks and pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply of the musk they had acquired as he took the tiger's place on the couch and started to stroke himself.
It was so great to help people, he thought, as his hefty balls sloshed back and forth with each pump of his paw. It was amazing how useful everyone else happened to be in turn.
He slid one of the socks over his cock, using the soft fabric to bring himself closer to climax. His breathing grew heavier as he considered how he'd use his new clothing. Would they be good for everyday wear and occasional playtime? Or should he set them aside for dedicated use, letting them grow thick and crusty with the accumulated floods of seed only balls like his could produce?
Just the thought of multiplying the socks' smell a hundredfold was enough to push him over the edge, his first blast of cum strong enough to shoot right through the fabric and the remainder fully saturating it with tanuki seed.
He lay there for a few minutes, recovering his breath and revelling in the feel of the soggy sock on his softening dick until the little buzzer sounded that signaled the end of the scheduled session.
The work of The Tanuki Who Helps is never done, he thought, using the other sock to sop up the excess cum before putting both away in his desk drawer for later. At least, I certainly hope it never is.
He looked over the file for his next appointment, considering the raccoon who was surely sitting in the waiting room. It often helped to think of their dream beforehand--the buried parts of the mind actually have limitless possibilities to choose from, and it's always a good idea to pick something useful.
For example, a new pair of socks could always do with a new pair of shoes...