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Tucked away in the apartment's corner closet, the box had collected nearly as much dust as their romance. Badru wiped the lid's grime away with a single swipe of a paw and wished their relationship could be unsullied as easily. Badru was a lithe hyena, average height, and in an effort to avoid the mangy mongrel stereotype he kept meticulously combed. The brand name Glaze revealed itself like an unearthed artifact, still smudged and patchy with detritus. Italicized with a font of thin jagged letters, Badru thought the branding was more reminiscent of confectioner's sugar or checkout-aisle candy -- something much more mundane than the prototypical love doll locked within. His lion boyfriend, Ahneer, inherited the toy from a friend of a friend. As far as Badru knew, the only changes made to the release models were bombastic packaging with flashier text, a viewing screen, and a few safety improvements too obscured with technical writing to comprehend. Once the toy was pulled from its box and placed on the foot of the bed could Badru truly appreciate how ludicrous this all was.

It was "The Lusty Lioness" according to the manufacturer's tag hanging off the back of the toy's purple bell collar. Beside that was a pair of switches: the activation switch and its locking mechanism, and then another that Badru didn't know and knew better than to touch. For an overpriced love doll, it looked more like an exaggerated pool toy: Across its beige face, a pair of vapid forest green eyes and sharp lashes sat above lipstick-red permanently puckered plush lips, inflated and swollen to capacity. The Lioness had an hourglass shape embellished to the extremes. Each curve was too sweeping for a paw of even the most massive lover to fully embrace, except perhaps for the toy itself. Shining pink paw pads masked the toy's massive mitts. Each digit was easily twice as large as the lusty doll's snout, making for a clumsy, inflated latex hand that could caress and envelope even a crocodile's visage with a single smothering palm. And yet still her beachball bust was bloated, perky, and puffy to the point that it could still draw eyes away from the curvature of her shoulders, hips, and wobbling thighs.

What Badru dreaded even more than this product of unabashed femininity was the... working female anatomy. It was a sex doll after all, but Badru was never interested in women, let alone being one -- or a lioness at that, which his lion boyfriend was sure to love. Were they even a couple anymore? Was Ahneer really still worth it? On an uncomfortable and vulnerable Friday night three months ago, Badru slept with Zane, a young muscular zebra with a punk combover and a wardrobe that seemed exclusively composed of pastel tank tops. And then he did again that Saturday morning. And then for Sunday brunch, Tuesday after work, every Wednesday while Ahneer worked late, and each Thursday after a long lunch. Guilt was the prime motivator here. Ahneer was an undiagnosed workaholic, and the hyena loved that trait almost as much as he hated it, as much as he loved and hated him.

And yet here Badru was. It was a Friday afternoon before a weekend he had promised to make special, though he'd kept the specifics secret. Ahneer would be home any minute now. He'd teased Badru about getting into this ridiculous doll almost every day during the first month they started dating. Of course, Badru hadn't the slightest interest in getting fucked or treated like a woman; he wanted nothing to do with them sexually. And it seemed to him that Ahneer... well, sometimes it seemed Ahneer was bisexual with an astute female preference. Still the guilt had mounted into this sharp threshold of regret. Badru would make amends for cheating... even if Ahneer hadn't the slightest clue that anything needed rectified in the first place.

The instruction manual was left untouched in the box. Ahneer had gushed about the stupid doll enough that Badru had at least a gleaning of how it worked. He made himself comfortable in bed beside the puffy toy and slipped a finger against the activation button. The Lusty Lioness seemed even more unsavory this close. It was a sex object of overstated female features... Was the relationship really worth the humiliation and discomfort of becoming this toy, even if just for a day, a weekend? Maybe. And if not for Ahneer, then Badru had to do this for himself, to make amends and quell the shame of cheating and craving that thrill as long as he did. The apprehension faded away. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes. And pressed the button.

It was like diving into a hot spring. One moment he was himself, tired, aching from an afternoon workout, and in the next all his pains eased away as an artificial heat seethed through him. Every inch of his new body was sensitive to the touch. The bedroom window was open, and a slight breeze brushed against his curvaceous feminine body and sent a euphoric wave of pleasure coursing between his legs in a way he'd never felt before. He slid a mammoth mitt against his bloated haunch and curled his toes -- or at least tried to. The digits were too thick to truly be considered opposable: They had just enough mobility to make the latex between those meaty fingers creak with friction.

Badru stomped onto his new turgid legs and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He looked absurd, but even so there was a subtle mounting passion, a lust brewing in his subconscious. Was this the suit's programming Ahneer had mentioned? Whatever it was, it was hardly a whisper of a suggestion. Even with a constant tingling across his glistening latex skin, Badru felt nothing for it. This was just for his lion... and maybe also a self-imposed punishment for himself.

The telltale sound of a keyring jingled from down the hall. Ahneer was home. Badru waddled -- as he quickly found he could not simply walk -- from the bedroom, past the futon in the living room, and stood in the entrance walkway beside the shoe cubby and its secluded jar of succulents. The top lock turned, and then the knob, and Badru burst into an improvisational pose: One tremendous mitt reached toward the ceiling and the other creaked against his right cheek, framing those pouty crimson kissers as he raised his left bulbous knee up to his hips. He must have looked like a vignette of a cheerleader, just without the pompoms.

Ahneer dropped his keys. "I never thought I'd see the day..." He was a few inches taller than the hyena and broader all around with a wide gut that some days seemed to be pure muscle, and on others nothing but fat.

"Welcome home!" was what Badru tried to say. What came out instead was an ultra-feminine moan. He hadn't known the Lusty Lioness couldn't speak; he would have written a note for Ahneer first!

"You are the best boyfriend I could ever ask for," Ahneer purred. Before he even shut the door, the beast was on his new toy, effortlessly pinning her lightweight body from behind against the wall. He nibbled on her ear but every bite was soft and affectionate. "You're gorgeous -- this is such a surprise and I can't believe you suited up for me. I know you hate it."

"Nhmph... AHMPH!" moaned Badru, this time not certain if he was even trying to say anything. A pair of fingers parted and prodded her puffed puckered lips. The subtle yearning Badru first felt when he entered the suit suddenly felt much less subtle. Sucking was only the half of it. The Lusty Lioness sucked, but she also slurped, also suckled, also bobbed her swollen lips past the joints of Ahneer's digits until she was gargling on his knuckles and letting out squeaky whines for more.

Ahneer closed the door with his foot and growled in his new lioness' ear. "It's hard to tell if it's the programming urging you on, or if you're just being yourself," Ahneer teased. He turned her around and wrapped her legs around his broad hips, trailing nips and kisses up her breasts and along her neck until their mouths met. Badru turned his head from side to side, finding new angles to attack Ahneer's mouth with silicone smooches until the toy was instinctively sucking on his bottom lip only for it to smack back into place once he pulled away. "I love you, Badru. I wish I knew what I did to deserve this surprise." A tender smile spread across his lips. "I'd do it much more often."

A wave of shame rushed through Badru, and for the first time he was glad his thick lips could do barely more than pout. But Ahneer's grin turned toothy and sinister, the same playful guise he loved to put on in the bedroom. Ahneer was predator; Badru was prey. "Finally, a girl of my own species to breed and she doesn't even talk back. Now that's wife material," he mused, and then hoisted his curvy doll off the floor, tucking her under his arm like a surfboard.

Ahneer plopped down on the pillow-strewn couch with a dog-tired sigh and sat the lightweight toy in his lap. "Let's not waste any time, doll. Come on." He swirled a finger. "Get that pumpkin-size ass off me and unzip your pride leader."

Badru dropped down on his knees and stared wide-eyed at the bulge growing underneath Ahneer's denim jeans. Raising an inflated paw, the lusty lioness swept her creaking mitt across his lap in an ineffectual attempt to flick the zipper flap aside. Her hand swathed the entirety of his pelvis, her stiff flat paws large enough to ooze over the front of his hips. Ahneer hissed softly and tilted his head back with his claws flexing into the couch. Badru had to admit, even if he was not fond of his new form he adored the way it made him feel. The toy's oversensitive skin was almost a sensory overload.

"Aaaah...~" The sensation of those mitts sliding against rough denim was the spark that lit the powder keg. There came another series of whines, and then Badru was bouncing, grinding his fake cunt against Ahneer's ankles as he pressed his swollen digits more firmly against his lover's lap.

"I know girl, I know, fuck." He rolled his hips against the smothering paw that sunk more firmly into him, that flowed over his bulge with a series of latex creaks. Now Badru had no interest in even trying to get a hold of that zipper with his immobile thumbs. He was going crazy himself, squealing out, leaning in closer, the lioness' perky tits flattening like pancakes against the foot of the couch as she dug her mitts in, swirling in alternating semi-circles that had them both gasping for more. And then Ahneer snapped. He unzipped himself, wriggled his jeans and boxers down over his knees, and grabbed his toy by her ears before yanking her face down into his waiting, precum-glistening shaft. With lips this inviting, there was no need for lining it up. The Lusty Lioness' plump dicksuckers parted around his tip and eagerly ventured for more until they were kissing the base of his pelvis.

"Use those mitts, doll..."

"GA-HNFFMPH!" Badru couldn't help himself -- not that he wanted to. He pulled back to the tip, staring submissively up at his grunting boyfriend as a plump mitt caressed either side of his twitching prick. It was a gentle massage to start while the Lusty Lioness bobbed along just three or four inches; the air was a medley of creaks, airy gulps, and moans. But Badru was impatient. He couldn't help but press inward for more, to stroke faster, harder, seeking out his own pleasure. But unlike the doll, Ahneer could actually find it. He slammed a fist into the couch cushion as his cock gave a final bluster of twitches.

"G-good lioness, good girl..." he grunted as he came. It filled Badru's mouth first, and with the suit he could taste its subtleties even better than before. To him, it seemed to hit every note. The perfect, well-textured meal. But a moment later he was wearing it: Ahneer pulled his head away and painted his unflinching eyes, artificial cheeks, and button nose in streaks of opaque white. A strand of cum drooled from the corner of the toy's plump lips as many other rivulets oozed along the seams of the high-tech toy. Ahneer casually pulled her forward until she bottomed out once again and the programming ensured the doll would tirelessly slobber and clean up her mess. Though such a thing was hardly necessary anymore. Badru was lost to lust, to this overload of pleasure -- a pleasure without release.

A few minutes passed and Ahneer was still grunting and arching his back when a phone buzzed on the stand beside the couch. Badru must have left his cellphone on the table, and surely it was important because the Lusty Lioness began to scramble, letting out muffled moans and squeaks and using her massive paws to push away. Yet Ahneer kept hold of his boyfriend's head to keep him sucking and languidly reached over for the phone. Badru's heart sank into his chest. Rarely did anyone text him besides Zane, who he'd been trying to ignore.

There was a text message from someone Ahneer had never seen before. Brow raised, he sat upright and his casual satisfaction seemed to melt away.

ZANE: Hi hunny are we still on 4 tomorrow nite? U've been so quiet and I promised maybe I'll let u top this time. <3 u

Badru desperately yanked back against Ahneer's tightening grasp. By the look on his boyfriend's face, there was no doubting what he'd read. He'd need a pair of working lips to explain himself, and to get those back he'd need to be touching his body, still resting in bed, when the activation switch was flipped again. Ahneer reached behind the doll's neck, and suddenly Badru realized what he meant to do -- but the lion swiped an intruding oversized mitt away and clicked the locking mechanism over the switch. And then he also tapped the mysterious button beside it.

Badru struggled to crawl to his feet -- and then realized he couldn't. His back arched until he was down on all fours with his tail raised like a bitch in heat. It wasn't so much that he was restricted to this position, but that he no longer knew how to stand on two legs in the first place.

"Quadruped mode is perfect for a cheating whore like you." Those were the first words out of Ahneer's mouth. He started tapping something on Badru's phone, and then he got on his feet and dropped it on the couch with a scowl.

"UH-HUMPH~! HHHMP--"

"Shut it. I'm going to deal with you after a meditative shower, toy -- that's all you fucking are. I see now why you surprised me with this."

The Lusty Lioness crawled after him on all fours, squeaking, moaning in futile attempts to stop him, and then the bathroom door shut in his face. Squeak, squeak, squeak, rang out the sound of his paws rubbing feverously against the base of the door, but the sound of running water drowned it out. What was Ahneer planning to do with him? Maybe it'd just be some fun sexual punishment, locked away like-- no, that was just the programming talking. Badru was a dichotomy of fear and lust as the mounting passion remained just as prevalent as before. And it was getting worse.

Badru waddled into the bedroom and struggled to climb onto the king-size mattress where his body lay dormant. It was a task he accomplished only with luck: The overturned Glaze box made for a good stepping stool. Sprawled out across his snoring body, he batted the back of his neck with his mitts, scratching away. But even if he had the autonomy to move his bulbous fingers there'd be no getting the locking mechanism out of the way without a real lithe digit that could slip under the preventative locking tab. He was trapped. There was, in an unfortunate twist of fate, only one person he could rely on.

Badru hurried into the living room and pounced on the couch to tap wildly the cellphone's screen. "NHMH~!" the toy moaned. But, with just the right motion he woke the idling device from its slumber. It was hard to concentrate. Just like before, his pink pads glancing across anything set him off, and the pleasure kept growing, kept growing. Humping a couch pillow, he batted sloppily at the screen. But it refused to acknowledge his artificial latex mitts as real hands. And they weren't. He was just a toy. A thing. Zane... if he could just somehow get him a simple text...

But now Badru didn't care. He was grinding his fake pussy against the corner of the pillow, gyrating his hips to sink deeper into it, deeper into his mindless, lustful haze. He stooped low to smash his breasts against the cushion and wriggle his chest, riding the waves of easy gratification that came with such a simply-pleasured body. A paw slipped between his thighs to provide more creaking friction, and now the lusty lioness pressed her snout deep into the soft embrace of her grasping paw, rubbing her own face with the silken mitt just for the pleasure. With a buzz, Badru's phone sprang back to life with a new message.

Hey i'm outside, gonna let me in?

But Badru didn't notice. Time didn't seem to pass. Not until suddenly Ahneer squeezed his jaw from behind, parting his inviting lips open further than their preset.

"A hot shower always clears my mind," Ahneer growled. "Naughty toy. If you wanted to be a sex object who took it from everyone and anyone, you should have told me. I would have locked you in this much sooner." With Badru's maw wide open, its moaning lips were suddenly silenced with a fat ball gag the size and color of a Hokuto apple. The programming kicked in right away and his stretched lips went right to work, ceaselessly sucking on the juicy sphere as she crawled back.

But Ahneer didn't let her. He took the quadruped toy and wrapped its wrists and ankles together with buckled leather straps. Still Badru wriggled, shaking his sloshing haunches as if sex appeal would be enough to earn forgiveness, but Ahneer draped him over his shoulder like a wild catch and walked him towards the bedroom closet and the Lusty Lioness box with the Glaze-stamped lid beside it. The silent toy could only whine and shake in a confusing mix of need and apology, even as it was lowered back into its styrofoam mold. Ahneer slammed the top in place, sealing Badru in the silent dusty dark before he could even attempt to wriggle from the mold that conformed to the doll's every contour. It was made for her -- made for him.

Something heavy thunked down atop his box, trapping him under the paperweight. It sounded like a body. His body. Separated by only a thin lid of weathered cardboard and the locked cover meant to keep swollen fingers from releasing the activation button. Badru squirmed in the confines of the container, moving negligibly if at all. The styrofoam mold surrounding him was the original the doll was packed with, meant to ensure the product didn't bounce around while in transit.

Zane was a simple, extended mistake, but one Badru was cleaning up. If he could just explain himself, in his real body, for just a minute, he knew Ahneer would understand! If he could just taste him again... No -- that was the programming speaking up again. He couldn't stay in this thing another minute; he was losing himself. Ahneer couldn't keep him like this, could he? How long would his body last without him?

"I'm still not sure what the fuck I'm going to do with you..." Ahneer growled, sliding the closet door shut. "Fuck -- I'll let you know one thing: You love Zane so fucking much? Don't you worry, you'll get to play with him all you want." There was a knock on the door and Badru heard Ahneer scramble out to meet it.

Badru wasn't sure what that had meant, but an excited fire burned through his suggestible doll body at the thought, and the hyena trapped within couldn't suppress the innate desires building within him, consuming him.

"Wow, hey, Badru told me so much about you," came a familiar voice, came Zane's voice.

"I bet he did," Ahneer said. "Come on in." His voice became clearer as he returned to the bedroom. The foot of the bed squeaked suddenly, and then Zane gasped.

"Woah. You're forward," he chuckled. There was the sound of a zipper, of fabric hitting the floor. "You sure Badru won't mind?"

"Nah. We'll probably play with him later, one way or another..."

Badru let out a muffled moan in rage, in complaint, in excitement, but it would never be heard through the gag, through the box, through the closet doors, and especially not through the sound of the bed creaking. Not that it would matter if it would. He was just a toy after all.

And toys can't cheat.