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The more Brian stared at the clock the slower time seemed to move. She was a little late, but that was no big deal right? Of course not, none at all, everything was fine.

Brian made a show of checking the luggage and asking his mom if she knew where the travel shampoo bottles were. She waved her hand and kept telling him not to worry about it so much. As far as she and his dad knew, he would be halfway to Louisiana in a few hours, practically a vacation. Even if it was for work, he might as well see the world before he becomes a full time employee right?

He heard a honking outside.

"Okay, that's my ride!"

"It isn't that girl is it?"

"No, just Jerry, from school."

"Oh, well tell him I said hi."

"I will mom!"

He dragged his luggage out of the house and tossed most of it into the back of the car. All but one thing, one large duffel with a thick, light package inside.

Cheyenne grinned at him as he hopped into the passenger seat.

"Ready to go to Louisiana?"

"As if."

"That's him?"

"Yeah, you're sure this is going to work right?"

"Guaranteed, the lady demonstrated it to me."

"So where is this... uh... going to happen?"

"I found a little place, we can stop in the car and... Enjoy the effects."

Brian felt heat rising to his cheeks. If she was right it would be pretty enjoyable, not exactly what he'd expected but the idea was making him shiver. He unzipped the bag. A pair of large, black eyes stared back at him. Brian let out a little puff of air that turned into a whistle.

"Oh man when are we getting there? I can't wait, I feel like I'm gonna explode."

"You look like you're gonna explode, just a minute, it takes a little time to prepare anyway."

When they came to the bare spot in the grass, a little forest clearing off of the main route between her house and his, Brian could tell there was no one nearby. It wasn't rural per-se but it was close enough that they wouldn't be disturbed by anything that cared. The grass was dry and the wind was still. It felt like another world.

"Okay, get out and strip."

"Strip?"

"That's what the lady says, otherwise your clothes make the spell harder."

"You're not gonna end up changing us both or something are you?"

"It doesn't work that way, most of those spells were made by arrogant old men and women who didn't want any chance for counter-spells, or that's what the lady said anyway."

"So what's that mean?"

"This kind of magic doesn't let you change yourself, you have to change something or someone else, even if you mess up."

Brian gave her a rather sober look.

"I won't mess up, this one's easy, I even tried it out on a cat."

"I'm not a cat."

"I know, and you won't be."

"Just... Be careful anyway."

"I will."

Brian stepped out into the field, pulling off his shorts and t-shirt, standing with his arms out. He felt a strange combination of fear and anticipation and he wasn't sure which was winning out.

"And the undies! Everything if you wanna be with me."

Brian groaned in a playful way and shucked them off, standing full on in the buff. At least it was warmer today.

"Alright, now I have to sit between you and this guy here, roughly equal distance, and recite this passage exactly, so you're gonna have to sit still too, at least until I get the words out."

Something about how she said that last part seemed a little too playful, even for her. Brian didn't mind the seat though, the ground was dry and the grass formed kind of an impromptu cushion. Cheyenne stepped out and sat the husky plush on her right side, sitting with her left facing Brian. It was very cute, extremely fluffy, with beady black eyes and bright white under fur to contrast with a fine grey coat. It was nearly three feet long, marshmallow paws resting together below its giant, stuffing filled head and splayed out behind its thick tail. Its ears stuck up, at attention, as though it too knew what was about to occur.

"Okay, are you ready? Once I start reading you can't move from this spot."

"Yeah, before I change my mind."

"Too late for that."

She sat down, just as naked as Brian, flipped open to a page, held it out on her crossed legs and opened her palms toward Brian and his plush. When she started speaking he thought he could pick out some words. He wasn't sure if they were Latin or Greek, he deferred to the latter and kept his mind on that instead of what might happen to him. His breathing was calm, he couldn't feel anything yet. She spoke on like this for nearly five minutes, going over chants in a kind of pattern. There'd been no change to anything as far as he could tell, but he dare not move as he saw an intangible blue tint to the air, forming around them. His breaths were shallow, but he could see she was nearing a crescendo, and then the blue was gone.

Cheyenne turned toward him. "It's done."

"What's done? Nothing happened."

"Not yet, now come here."

Brian had time to yelp as Cheyenne hopped over hand wrapped her arms around him. This wasn't the first time she'd been so 'persuasive.' She held him up and their lips came into contact. Brian felt hot all the sudden, like really hot, his ears twitching. Cheyenne grinned as they stretched upward into triangles. Brian blinked and his eyes grew rounder, darker, but he didn't notice yet. It was only when his hand came up to grasp at her breast did he notice the tufts of bright, white, fake fur budding out of his wrists.

"Oh god, Cheyenne!"

"I know! Shhh! Feel it, feel me."

He groaned softly as she reached down and rubbed his stomach. His belly button faded and he felt long lines being drawn, seams. He wondered as her hand came down onto him how much of his body was already stuffing. His hand balled up and the skin seemed to gel together, fingers clenching and warping, solidifying into a rounded, mitten shape as his thumb vanished in whiteness. He coughed and hacked until his breath stopped working altogether, tufts of stuffing extended out of his throat. She opened her mouth and licked his from the inside as it slowly extended, growing fluffier and triangular. Brian's mouth was open too, enjoying Cheyenne's probing until it started sewing shut at the corners, lips turning into a black line that met at a little plastic nose and sealed him.

Cheyenne sat back and looked at him. He was still Brian sized with Brian proportions, but he had a husky plush head, upper arms coated in fur, his hands and feet balled into plush mitts. His limbs flopped boneless, full of stuffing and rubbing over his body. Clearly it was extremely pleasurable, even as Brian was becoming less mobile. A thick, padded tail jutted out of his rear, his perineum sagging as his hips vanished, legs stuck in that cute, splayed way. She grasped between his legs and rubbed over his fur covered maleness as it shrank, tugged, pulled against fabric and stuffing into her grasp. Brian looked down at her with what was left of his mobility, she was squeezing so tightly. When she let go, there was nothing there, just a blank, flat space of white fur. Brian would have groaned but his chest stopped rising and falling minutes ago, he wasn't even sure he still had a pulse.

Cheyenne picked him up, held him against her bare body as she felt him shrinking. He was so light now, everything growing a little larger around him. His limbs shrank, the front paws coming together below his muzzle, rubbing over her bare flesh for a moment before being stuck in place.

"Brian?"

Nothing. Brian wanted to speak, but he likely didn't even have a brain anymore, much less any of the other parts needed to do so.

"You're in there aren't you? I know you are, the lady said you'd still be aware even if you couldn't move."

He wanted to move, so badly. He wanted to keep rubbing against her and... And...

He had nothing between his legs. And nothing he supposed. He felt a little tingly whenever her bare body moved against his, but being a plush he could do nothing about it.

"You are really cute though, but don't worry, we'll have you back in no time. Then we can keep this stuff up, huh?"

Brian would have smiled if he could. He felt her picking him up and tossing him into the passenger seat again, his own plush flopping into the back seat. Cheyenne grinned and Brian's vision shifted from the dash board to the back seat, staring into his plush face to face.

"This is exactly what you look like now, Brian, think of this as a mirror until we get there."

He could see the edge of his own paws bumping into the husky plush. The little black dot at the bottom of his vision had him convinced: this was his double. He is undeniably a plush now. Some part of him was horrified at the idea, but the rest of him thrilled at it, he'd be in Cheyenne's house, with her, in her room, doing any number of things even with her dad at home. His thoughts swam, but his vision stayed fixed, along with the rest of him. He thought of those few moments as he was changing again and again, how quickly she'd disrobed and pounced him.

It was in the middle of one of these thoughts that she grabbed him out of the back and stuffed the real plush into his luggage, hidden in her car.

"Dad doesn't check here anyway, he'll be fine."

Cheyenne was clothed again, no problem, but he was tucked under her arm, his body bent at an odd angle. He was staring at her feet as she walked into the house, the front door melting away and thick carpeting. He could hear snoring too. Panic rose until his paws swung into view again. He'd be fine, mostly harmless as far as her dad was concerned.

Then he saw her bed, kept a little messy but covered in thick covers and sheets, splayed out next to a small TV her dad had gotten her a few years ago. She flopped him down next to the book, turning him toward the center of the room so he could watch her strip down again. Brian cursed his immobility more than ever right there.

"Okay, I think if I'm quiet I can-"

"Uh, huh, hey, you're home?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, well try to keep it down, it's been a long day alright?!"

"Okay dad!"

"Alright, goodnight Cheyenne!"

"Night dad!"

Cheyenne, blemish-less beauty that she was, hung awkwardly over Brian. She leaned in and whispered into one of his triangular ears, giving him a close up shot of her chest.

"Okay, maybe we'll have to wait on changing you back, he's really restless tonight. But it's okay, you'll still get to be with me huh?"

Brian would kill just to shake his head, to look up at her in a sad way that said 'No it's not okay!' or any number of other things to let her know that this was the worst of possible outcomes. He wanted to will himself to be human again, like if he just thought hard enough he could reach out and touch her or squirm around or anything, but any action that might have occurred was in his mind. His body might as well have been granite or steel as far as he was concerned.

"But we can still watch a movie, subtitles or with the sound off. I found this cool anime movie about woman raising kids she had with a wolf, I thought you'd be kind of partial to it."

She finished that with a sly grin and tilted him slightly. The TV flicked on and the DVD started playing. The subtitles were a little strange but the animation made the characters so expressive it wasn't hard to pick up what was going on just visually. Cheyenne was resting at a bit of an angle, the large plush Brian had become splayed across her form. The total immobility was a little maddening, but he didn't have to go to the restroom, didn't get hungry, even the little sounds his body made adjusting it didn't get in the way. Other than being about half the size of Cheyenne everything was actually fairly average.

Until she rolled over and put him between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him and stared up at the screen, even rolled over so that she was laying on top of him. This gave him a perfectly good view of the bed, plastic eyes against the sheets. He could hear Cheyenne's heartbeat, feel the heat of her body even as her weight kept shifting on top of him. He couldn't actually frown per se, but he seemed able to imagine it. Maybe he'd have to ask her if she could find a spell for animating objects or making him a cat next time. Which will be soon. She can't really expect him to be like this all the time right? He didn't hear about the spell having a time limit.

In fact, the time passed on, totally silent. It was only when she rolled over that he realized how much time had passed. The TV kept playing the same loop of colors, he caught the time on a digital alarm clock: two thirty seven in the morning. Hours, stuck under Cheyenne's body. He couldn't see her face, but from her shallow breathing, the little noises she made in her sleep, she must have been having a good dream. The sounds she made were fairly surprising, some of them even new by Brian's standards. Then she'd roll over and his head would be flattened in ways that made him almost glad he was plush.

Now that he thought of it this wasn't all bad. He couldn't do anything, sure, but it would be a great excuse to daydream. He'd once heard that the mind can trick itself into all sorts of things given the right amount of time, and that seemed to be a resource in which he had in no small supply at the moment. Brian doesn't consider himself to be 'perverse' of course, but he isn't shy about experimenting. He tried to imagine what it would be like if he were mobile, imagining his paws rubbing against her and if his muzzle could open. He would be so limber, so capable on a body as large as hers to make her make any sounds he'd want, even without....

He groaned mentally. Even without his dick. So much for wet daydreams. Then again, even that wasn't too bad. He really had no consequences. He couldn't do anything but he couldn't suffer too much either, even being bent in half is just a new sensation, his head being flattened a mild inconvenience. The absolute best thing is that he could feel Cheyenne's body the entire time, especially the way she rubbed him up against her chest, muzzle wedged into them a few times. Even the intimacy without sex was wonderful, he felt a little like a kid again, getting hugged all the time like this. Maybe that had something to do with his calm in this state, a part of his inner child that never really went away.

Of course then he nearly rolled off the bed and found himself dangling upside down for a moment. He didn't know how she could move so much in her sleep, but he didn't feel unbalanced, or particularly worried about falling, just watched the floor swim into view and then end up hidden by the covers again. The only problem with this is that it was obscenely boring. His mind could kind of wander when he wasn't thinking about anything, but he was just here, like there's no off switch. He felt something sinking into him, something rounded. Her head? He couldn't tell until he heard a rustle of hair. He really must have been some pillow.

Thoughts like this circled around each other and generally didn't seem to get anywhere until the orange light of dawn filtered in through a window. Cheyenne's awakening was sudden, as though he'd stirred. She sat up and looked down at Brian, turning him towards her nude form. She was smirking.

"I just had a wonderful dream. In fact, I think it's given me some ideas. Now I don't want you to worry, this won't hurt a bit."

She sat him on the bed and then rummaged through some supplies, finding a set of cloth scissors, some thread and, with a little searching, a very plush, soft lining she was going to use for a jacket until she found she couldn't get the leather she wanted. As soon as Brian saw the scissors he felt panic rise somewhere in him again. Cheyenne's voice was calming, as though she'd read his thoughts:

"It's okay, you'll still change back, it just might be a little... Different."

She turned him around and he heard the scissors slicing. She muttered to herself about measurements and then he felt something sharp in him. It didn't hurt, it was really just sort of a strange pressure and then something moving around in the general area of his sealed rear. His stuffing was shifted around and she very carefully sewed in a lining. It felt long to him, but of course he was only three feet in length. When it was finished he swore he could get sensation from it, like his... anus...

Brian suddenly understood. As though to confirm his thoughts, she sets him on the edge of the bed as she pulls a small box from her dresser along with something like a belt. The box had a fairly convincing eight inch dildo, a set of balls and some spots in the back that would slip into her vagina. She slipped the thing in, looped it through the belt and secured it tight. It wasn't exact, but it was enough for Brian to shudder mentally.

"Oooohhh I've always wanted to try one of these, but you knew that didn't you Brian?"

She stroked the length between her legs, gripping the base and the head, her tongue lapping over her lips. She really did. Being as close as they were, they hid nothing from each other, especially none of their more interesting tastes and experimentation in sexuality. Normally they didn't get enough time together to do the sorts of things that were more involved for both of them, but nothing stopped them now.

She grabbed him and started with a kiss to his muzzle. It felt so strange, the warmth and wetness of biology from the perspective of cloth. She moaned into his softness as she hugged him to hear bare breasts, moving him up and down along her nipples and stomach, fur rubbing and tingling her as much as him. She even laps at his face a little, his eyes covered in pink wetness with his uninterrupted vision. She growls a little and nibbles on his ear, turning him around and pointing her tip straight into his rear.

"Mmmmnnn you feel so good baby."

The words seemed to slip free of her mouth as the seams were tested, pulling tight inside him. The tension that built as she pulled him down onto her faux masculinity was almost like the real thing, building up in her loins and churning lower between her legs. The dong became less of an accessory, the more she used it the more it felt like it had always been part of her, even imagining jets of fluid from her sex was getting her 'hard.'

Brian had to admit it actually felt pretty nice too. It did strange things to him, certainly: he could feel the rod swelling, leaving impressions from the inside of a large dong shape lower in his body, but it was probably the closest thing to sexual stimulation he was going to get in his current shape. That and the odd sensation of her sweat rubbing onto his form made him feel alive, like he was moving on his own. He wanted to lick her back, to growl and groan and clench himself, but each little sensation seemed to do that for him. His little paws spread on her thighs, tail bouncing against her abdomen, her tongue making his otherwise sealed mouth wet. He could even feel a little fluid inside of him, a small hole at the tip of her masculinity putting some of her fluids inside of him. It felt a little dirty, strangely real when he thought he was untouchable as a plush. It felt good.

She turned him around and just happened to bend his head so he could look at her. She was panting, skin glistening.

"Ooohhhnnn baby you feel so good, I should have done this a long time ago."

She grasped his sides, leaned in and lapped at his muzzle again as she brought him up and down again, faster, harder, he was almost worried she would rip his stitching. He stretched for her though, tight enough but loose enough, she must have been quite the seamstress in this area. She shoved herself in and out of him now, turning him around and laying him on the bed while she was over him, leaning down and clenching his body as she rode him. She was weighing him down, her body weight pressing into him as her cock speared into him. His insides were slick with her fluids and his outside moist from her skin. Time lost meaning as she kept growling and lapping, biting at his plush fur, thrusting and panting.

She put in one more heavy thrust, gripping him as tightly as she could, and then groaned, a particularly heavy burst of fluid inside of him. It felt like a very male orgasm, cum spurting inside of him and coating that smooth, soft inner lining. She lay there, inside of him for a few long minutes, maybe hours, neither of them could tell.

"Mmmmhhnnn, you've got a wonderful ass my dear."

She giggled a little as she pulled out, her cock drenched in her own fluids as she pulled the belt off.

"We have to do that again sometime, plush or not."

Her eyes widened as she turned back around. Brian was soaked, matted and leaking with her fluids. Brian himself only noticed it as he was cooling off. She carefully removed her faux cock and rubbed her sex clean with a few tissues before picking him up.

"Whoops, uh, guess I got carried away, but that's alright, we can both clean off a bit hmm?"

She grabbed some clothes and glanced out into the hall outside of her room, then slipped into the bathroom, locking the door, flicking on a light and starting the water. She grinned, still bare as the day she was born. Brian wanted to smile back at her. As much as he couldn't really 'release,' he had gotten at least half as much out of her session with him as she did.

She shut the water off and started scrubbing around his rear. Brian felt strange, the wash cloth easily gliding inside of him. It was odd but he didn't mind really, even if his stuffing felt a little weird being wet.

"Cheyenne! Can you come here a minute?"

"What's up dad?!"

"Can you just come here a minute?"

She looked at the door for a moment, then back to Brian. "Okay, I'll be right back, okay? You won't even know I'm gone. Coming!"

She sets down the wash cloth and throws on her clothes. Then she's out of the room, the light still on as she shuts the door. Brian was left floating a bit. The problem with soaking him up like this was his stuffing was fairly absorbent. An odd thing, but one realizes when one no longer has human skin is that a lot of the human biology is built around retaining and proofing against water. It's a simple thing, but it keeps one's insides from, say, flooding with bathwater and sinking. It took a while, maybe an hour or two, but Brian's head was soggy, weighed him down slightly, turning him over.

His head being under water was unnerving enough: every part of him was trying to fight against it just based on gut reaction, but he didn't feel any of the normal problems with being under water: no lack of oxygen, no water in the ears to any detrimental effect, not even the sensation of being off balance for having his head upside down. There was no blood to rush to his head either, so he probably could indefinitely. That said, watching bubbles sink downward and having every sound in the house slightly muted by the thicker medium, even the sound of water just shifting slightly around him was unnerving. The passage of time was unclear, just a shimmery surface that stabilized due to lack of movement on anyone's part gave no hint as to how long he'd been there or would be there. He felt it lapping softly at his new orifice and it almost tickled, he would have given anything just to let it stop. It did, but the weirder thing is now it's just sitting there, his insides open. If he could just close his eyes or squint or even just paddle a little it would have been more bearable, but instead he was just left to feel the water soaking, ever filling him, giving him weight.

He spent what felt like days this way. He couldn't turn off any part of his awareness, but he could just stare off until he didn't see or hear any of it as much anymore, imagining what things he might say when... if... when he becomes human again. He didn't feel angry at Cheyenne for what had happened thus far, if anything he was finding enjoyment in even the little, strange things he wouldn't have experienced otherwise. Then he heard the door open. He heard Cheyenne's voice. He was dragged out of the water.

"Whoops, uh, sorry, I uh, well, dad took me out, trying to do that whole bonding thing I guess, I must have totally forgotten. But, at least we both get to shower now right?"

Cheyenne stripped down, draining the water for the tub and starting up the shower. She finally coats Brian in soap and her shampoo, hugging him while she rubs him down and runs him under the water. Brian caught a glimpse of himself in her mirror, this large plush toy against her body. It was a little surreal, but it still felt good. He even felt particularly clean when she was done, if soggy.

She stepped out and toweled herself off in front of him, giving him a nice view of all of her body as she went. She smiled down at him.

"Well, I don't think the blow drier is going to help for you, but I can probably wring a lot out. Let's see..."

She picks him up and starts twisting his limbs. Brian can feel every motion, but it's so odd, nothing painful, just utterly strange. His arm could probably twist on itself several times over. His back stretched and flattened and squished out with a little splash, even his head gushed when she squashed it between her palms and twisted his neck far beyond what would be safe for a normal person. His tail was nearly as thick as a limb and sent water spilling out of his single orifice. Each jet of water almost made him feel biological again. She seemed determined to mash the water out of him, bending him double a few times and then twisting him on either end.

Thankfully he was just moist by the time she was done. Cheyenne took him with her towel, opened her window into her room and let him dry off. There weren't any neighbors back there, so she kept her clothes off.

"I'll bet that's feeling a lot better huh? I might have to go grab something to eat here, but until then you can look at me."

She giggled and stroked over his head. As much as he wanted to move again, moments like this were enough to make him second guess wanting to be human again.

Cheyenne did grab dinner, but she came back up to her room with it and decided to flick on something simple. She ended up finding a documentary on the construction of mascot outfits and kept the sound on.

"Dad's downstairs, he'll probably zonk out in front of the TV down there, so we've got tonight to just us."

Brian did find himself enthralled by the program. Something about the cloth and shapes covering the body seemed interesting. He also supposed he could sympathize with the suit itself, lacking his own mobility. Camaraderie with an object, another strange aspect of being a dog plush with a mind.

Cheyenne trotted over and tested his fur with her hand.

"Looks like you're all dry, and your lining held up too, mmmhmm, how about I just play with you a little bit? Let's not get you too messy now."

Her finger was against the opening she'd sown into his rear, her other hand stroking his chest and then tickling his paws. He could feel it, almost more sensitive now because of the field of hairs coating his body. He wanted to laugh and giggle, all he could do is let it overwhelm him, wash over his body and build inside of him. Her being as large as she was made him feel like she was caring for him as much as he was helpless to stop her. The sensations never really had an off switch or a reaction, allowing them to build until they subsumed his mind in a yellow colored joy, ever increasing warmth from her body mingling with sensations blossoming out of her fingers. It was somewhere between torture and bliss. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but then he wasn't sure that mattered.

She did eventually get tired of it. She decided to lay back down with him. The night was long for him, still unable to sleep, but his mind kind of tuned out, both the mix of sensation earlier and the gentle droning of the documentary channel. She did roll over onto him again that night, but he was almost expecting it this time.

When she woke up, she ran downstairs without him for a moment. Then she ran back up.

"Okay, Dad's gone for a bit, I can counter the 'curse' on you temporarily, until he gets back. Don't worry, I'll get rid of it when the week is up."

She smirked, grabbing her book, setting him down on the floor near her and reciting words from a page with a bookmark on it. She read through it faster this time, finishing the final verse with a quick snap of her fingers.

As she did, Brian felt warm. His body felt heavy all the sudden. It began in his legs, tingling like they'd fallen asleep. He tried moving and groaned, muffled by his sealed mouth. Cheyenne grasped him as he started moving his front paws. She could feel things in them, simple structures that attached them to his shoulders. She held him up by his waist and got to feel his fur sinking back into skin, still with long, furrowed seams in them. His body went from fluffy to fleshy in a long wave, leaving him still smooth but organic, stuffing inside of him condensing and thinning him. His fingers stretched out of the stuffing filled paws, feet stretching. His large, plush head tilted up to face her, beady eyes blinking a few times until they were restored to their normal shape. His muzzle shifted slightly, the end of his black, sealed lips parted.

"Ooohhhuh, Cheyenne?"

"Brian? Do you remember all of it?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry about leaving you like that."

"Well, could have been worse."

His ears sank back into his head as it gained weight, his body growing muscles and bones. For a brief moment his face was fairly anthropomorphic until his muzzle sank back and his nose opened again. The little divot of his belly button sank back into his flesh and his masculinity stretched out from otherwise blank, totally white flesh, tugging it into the roughly phallic shape that budded straight out, testes sinking out in a kind of rapid puberty.

"There we are, I bet you missed this huh?"

"You have no idea."

His seams vanished, his skin returning to its proper color. The last thing to change was his 'inner lining' which actually shrank to its proper shape and his tail, which was still large, but shrinking back into the area where his tail bone is. Cheyenne fluffed the curled thing with her fingers as it disappeared.

"So, how was it?"

"Not being able to move is pretty crazy at first, but when you realize you don't need to talk to people or a reason for someone to hug you or... well... to breathe, it's not so bad."

"So you liked it?"

"Sort of."

"All of it?"

A smirk formed on his mouth. "All of it."

"Mmhmm, so you liked my..."

"Yeah, you know I like trying new things with you."

"Good, 'cause he's going to be home tonight and you'll need to be a good doggy again."

"Alright alright, just, maybe..."

"Hmm?"

"Well, you've been basically teasing me for a few days."

"Oh? Oh that."

They smiled and the nude pair hugged again, her dragging him into the bed, their lips connecting and hands groping over each other. Her lips pulled away.

"Don't you worry, you're human until I just give a 'snap!'"

She snapped her fingers to show emphasis. Brian's frown lasted only about a second before his face pulled out into a stuffed muzzle.

"Oh jeeze! Sorry!'

His process reversed itself in seconds, as though it were just waiting under the surface. His body lightened, shrank back, his limbs lightening and sticking back into their squishy, boneless, stuffed paws. The tail flowered back over her body and fluff, bare, featureless fluff between his legs tickling her bare body.

"Oh well, I guess you didn't mind that much anyway huh?"

Brian was thankfully quite plush again. He probably wouldn't describe his current mood as 'complacent,' but he was immobile again.

"I guess you get more teasing huh? Maybe we can have a little more fun with my own dick, hmm?"

If he could have rolled his eyes, Brian would have. As it were he just resolved to enjoy her experimenting a little more. Cheyenne's father did eventually return, but until then the house was full of the sounds of exploration. Cheyenne and Brian learned of many new positions, terms, deliciously fun feelings and the tolerances of at least one of the two. Cheyenne was walking slightly bow-legged as she went to wash them both again, the warm water filling him and the wringing out practically anticipated. She tried using a blow drier on him for a bit, but his innards needed another good air dry. When night came, both of them were glad to be in each other's arms again, plush or not.