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Plip. Plop. Plip.

"Bloody hell."

Plop. Plip. Plop.

Paul's eyes shot open. It was dark and he was pissed.

Plip. Plip. Plip.

"BLOODY-" Paul began before remembering that there were other tenants that lived near his flat. "...hell."

He didn't know just what hour it was, but he certainly wasn't going to get any more sleep if the faucet kept dripping. He unceremoniously rolled out of bed with a groan and just barely landed on his feet. It was too late or too early for this shit.

Plip. Plip.

He scowled and slipped into his fluffy bunny slippers, before making his way out of the room. He shivered in the hallway, bemoaning the fact that he had to deal with this in the middle of winter. Couldn't the pipes freeze instead, so that he could be pissed in the morning after a proper tea?

Plop. Plip.

He scowled, storming towards his kitchen. Somehow the furthest sink away from the bed was the loudest.

Plip.

In the kitchen now, he fumbled for the light switch. He flicked one on but no, that was the dining room light. The other was for the one over the stove. And finally-

"Aha!"

The kitchen light came on, albeit dimly. Great. Another problem to fix in the morning. He shivered again, clutching his arms close to his chest as he made his way towards the sink. Still scowling, he peered in the low light at the faucet and froze. A glistening, gooey light brown liquid hung from the faucet's end before dropping down with a plip upon a semi congealed puddle of stuff that didn't seem to want to go down the drain. Paul stared at it, vaguely recalling hearing something about that strange latex factory up the river having some sort of leakage on the tele while eating dinner, but that didn't explain...well, this!

He leaned further forward as another drop formed at the end of his faucet. If the stuff was any darker in coloration then he would have sworn it was excrement dripping from his sink. But no, it was light brown and shiny and intriguing. He gently guided a hand towards the new drop and then paused. What was he doing? Sure, he had always been a more hands-on type of guy, but that didn't mean he had to touch everything he came across. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to make it down the pavement without being covered in dog shit. The people around here! He huffed and stared at the forming droplet. It reminded him vaguely of those plastics he played with as a kid and those had been fun! Maybe this stuff could be fun even if it had awoken him, even if it was keeping him awake in the middle of the night? The thought seemed odd, not quite his own and yet he stretched his arm further out. Maybe it was just that earthy, rubbery smell that permeated the air. He hadn't heard anything on the tele about the leakage being dangerous, had he?

The drop fell onto his hand and Paul realized instantly that he had made a mistake. It wasn't that the contact was unpleasant and caused his skin to sizzle and melt; in fact, it was quite the opposite. The stuff felt warm and pleasant, his fingers relaxing just before he realized the stuff was spreading over them, spreading and darkening to black.

Paul yelped, lifting his hand to see that the material kept his fingers constrained and close together while a still brown portion wormed its way down his palm to his wrist. The stuff was somehow spreading and proliferating of its own accord and the seeming impossibility of it all sent his mind spinning. He stumbled back and could only stare at his hand as his fingers merged into a formless black mass while his hand as a whole shrunk, the shining brown substance spreading over hair and skin. Abruptly, his now useless clump of fingers split off into entirely new shapes, a cloven hoof hand with a stubby hoofish black thumb. More of the brown stuff oozed between his new split hooved fingers, dripping onto the ground while he stared at his new hand in disbelief.

No, not the ground. Onto his bunny slippers and feet! He yelped and swung his hand away, causing some of the substance to splatter onto his kitchen cabinets and shelves...and also back onto his face and neck. He sputtered and stepped back out of his slippers, glancing down to see that some of the stuff had stuck to his exposed feet. He shivered as he felt the warmth of the substance spread down there and upon his face. The irony of shivering in the warmth would have struck him at any other time, but now he was more concerned with the shining substance sliding up his arm. It not only replaced skin with a warm, shiny brown surface, but also was reshaping his arms, making it smaller and smoother and slender and...lighter? Without thinking, he reached over with his unchanged hand to try to rip the stuff away. However, there was nothing to rip away, just another surface to flow onto and the stuff did just that, sliding onto his hand with that oddly chilling warmth. He tried to spread his fingers to not let the shining stuff take a complete hold, but this only seemed to encourage the sticky liquid to seek avenues it had not yet touched.

"Stupid, stupid, bloody stupid!" Paul admonished himself, whimpering as he felt the stuff slide over his throat and up his chin. He felt it spread out from his cheeks as well, eating away at stubble and skin both in favor of a squeaky, shiny surface. Yes, squeak, Paul realized as he balled his hoof hand into the best fist he could. Or at least creak, for that's what sound the new material of his skin made as it sought to make itself the new norm. He wasn't going to let that happen, was he?

No! Paul turned away from the faucet and started to run towards his bathroom to wash the stuff off. Could he even wash it off? He hoped so.

He didn't make it far, tripping over tightening toes and catching himself on his hands and knees with a creak and squeaks, one hand hooved and the other nearly so. He whimpered, arms shaking as they continued to shrink and reshape while the shining stuff slid up shoulders that soon seemed slim and petite without their usual masculine broadness. It slithered up his collarbone next, but Paul wasn't paying attention to that. Rather, he looked down between his slim, shapely, shining arms to stare at his feet. He would have liked to say he hardly recognized them, but there was something familiar in how his feet clumped together into a shining though pitch black formless mass They separated and reshaped into now known shapes on his body, though slightly different as what were once his flat feet were now pitch black and complete cloven hooves. They could squeak and creak and clop now, but gone were his toes and any shape he recognized as human. He let out a soft sigh as the shining substance crept up from his altered feet up his legs. For a few moments, it felt as if gentle, warm hands were massaging his muscles, but that sensation soon left as the stuff subsumed skin and hair in favor of that creaky, squeaky shiny brown surface. His legs like his arms were losing their previous definition, becoming slighter, smoother, shapelier, and approximately longer despite their shrinking size. Then the stuff reached his thighs, the new shiny surface becoming white as it ran over his inner thighs.

Paul had seen enough. How could he just be watching himself change when he was turning-

Sexy and squeaky!

Paul frowned. Where had that thought come from, echoing in his mind with a high pitch and a giggle? He shook his head and felt his ears wiggle. Concerned, he reached up one hooved hand and touched one with a slight creak of rubbery material against rubbery material. The sound seemed pleasant for once and so he smiled even as his now light brown, rubbery ears slowly crept up the sides of his increasingly shiny brown head with barely audible creaks. He touched his ear again and it twitched in response, warmth flowing through it as it stretched longer and somewhat rounded into a simulacrum of a cervine ear. Now at the top of his head, his new ears flopped stiffly straight to the sides and remained there. Abruptly, the sound of his creaking, changing body and everything else left Paul and he froze. He could still feel plenty, however, and he let out an unheard whimper as the stuff reached his hips and sides. He wiggled his hips as they spread apart wider and wider while above his sides slowly pushed in, his figure slighter and more feminine with every passing moment.

Then Paul's hearing returned to him in a rush of creaks and squeaks, a new creaky sound and cause of concern joining the fray as his face abruptly pressed forward, nose shrinking and pressing forward with what was becoming his new snout. His nose reshaped and reformed into a small, nearly flat black cervine nose that could still smell despite its actual ability to intake air. This time Paul brought both hands to his face and still this time it accomplished nothing, the warm ache of his jaw soon washed away in a tide of pressing plastic. He clenched his teeth only to find that his teeth were dulling, becoming softer and smaller and more decorative than anything as they lost any of their bite. He panted and then nearly choked as he felt the stuff slide down his throat, a warm, eager rush that reminded him of-

Cum from a sexy blowjob!

"Wha...?" Paul gargled, tongue sliding out of his stretching snout before sliding back in. It settled at the bottom of his slimmer, longer lower jaw and then simply stilled. He willed it to move, but his tongue was no longer felt like it was there even if he knew it was there. He gagged, but still the substance made its way down it his stomach, down into his very core. He felt like he was definitely going to be poisoned now, except...

Except he felt fine. Well, mostly fine. There was more and more of that substance sliding in and out of him, changing him into something else, but he could still see and smell and hear well and his heart-

He paused and so it seemed his heart did too. He strained his ears over the sound of creaks and squeaks, but he couldn't feel the panicked pounding of his heart or even the gentle rhythm he was used to. He frowned, or tried to frown, for as his face stretched forward into completion of his new cervine snout, he found he couldn't frown anymore. He also found that he could see his snout in his vision now, a brown protrusion with a small black tip but his inability to frown was more concerning. In fact, his new muzzle was stuck in a constant smile and he could barely move it at all! No. That wasn't quite true. He couldn't quite close it, but he could open it wide for-

Taking in really yummy cocks!

Paul blinked and it would be the last time he did so. His eyes suddenly felt dry and unpleasant, but he couldn't close his eyelids. In fact, he couldn't close them at all for they sank into the shiny brown surface of his "skull," his eyes soon following suit. Like his ears, his sense of sight was momentarily lost, leaving him in a world of creaking, squeaking black as the material slid down his shoulders to a brown black spotted with white dots. His eyes pressed into the shiny surface of his visage, becoming flat as they reshaped rounder and larger into large, sultry painted on blue eyes framed with equally painted on black feminine lashes. The shining substance finally spread through the hair on his now smooth and shiny cervine cranium, converting short cut into soft locks that flowed down to his slim shoulders and shimmered with a new sea blue coloration. Lastly, two very stubby and very plastic though still malleable brown horns pressed out from the top of his new head of hair, completing its cervine appearance.. Afterwards, abruptly his sight returned, clear and yet confusing, for when he wanted to change his view he had to move his head. He whimpered in a higher pitch as the substance smoothed over his thinning neck and consequently his Adam's Apple, yet even that whimper seemed to lack air or breath. He blinked, or tried to blink, and found the act as impossible as breathing itself. So instead he squeaked and creaked, pushing off with his arms to land on his flat rump. He felt-

Sexy!

"No," Paul squeaked, shivering at the higher and seemingly more sultry pitch to his voice. He felt...hollow, like he was full of air but not wholly so. This sensation was dashed away as he felt himself filling, inflating on what he was sitting on. His butt! He turned his head to look over his shoulders, having to brush away a strand of sea blue hair to see-

My bubble butt!

No, not quite, but it was getting there. He watched as his rear inflated from flat to fat, boxers slipping on his wide hips to show the top portion of his brown, white spotted cheeks as they swelled and swelled. In addition, his hips ease out a little wider with a creak while something sprung out with a slight squeak just above his inflating rear, a white flag of a tail that could wiggle slightly up and down and that was about it. Paul felt himself rise a little while his ass rounded out to a pleasantly plump posterior, a real bubble butt to-

Grope and slap and stare at!

"N-no..." Paul denied, but his conviction was waning. Something felt right about wanting to be looked at and admired and lusted after, something that caused his member to throb and spring to stiffness. With a start, Paul realized that his penis was the only organ he could feel, throbbing and hard and fleshy and real because other than that he was a little empty. No, not empty, just-

Airheaded!

Paul meant to groan, but what emitted from his mouth was a sultry pant. What was he doing here just watching his sexy, plush rump grow while more and more of him fell to this squeaky, cervine body? He had to-

Find a cock, and quickI

Paul let out that sultry sigh again as he jumped to feet, er, hooves. He stumbled and caught himself on the wall, bubble butt bouncing as another development occurred between his round cheeks, the hole between them rounding out larger and more sensitive, more capable of accepting input like-

Cock! Like my mouth!

"No!" Paul sputtered. "I totes...totally don't want cock now. Or ever!"

Yet even as he said this, his tail wiggled with excitement and he brought one of his hooved hands to his mouth. He pressed it inside, squeaky surface against squeaky surface and shuddered at the newly found sensitive of the inside of his mouth, her cock pressing tighter against his boxers. It was cervine shaped, true, but it also seemed perfectly shaped for-

"No!" Paul exclaimed breathily before that ditzy, giggly voice echoed through his mind, that voice that sounded a lot like-

Her.

Paul paused. Had he meant him? He sighed and moved away from the wall, the shiny substance spreading up in white across his shrinking, thinning torso, nipples twinging as he stumbled towards...

What? He wasn't sure? The bathroom to wash off this stuff? No, that was silly because the stuff seemed to be him, was him. It was going to take some scientific miracle to change him back, the sort of thing that did this to him in the first place. Still, he could head to the bathroom because of-

Sexy fun stuff!

No! Because his phone was there! The outlet near his bed had ceased working a day or so ago and the grouchy landlord still hadn't sent someone to fix it. He could grab his charging phone and get help! A bobby should be able to lend some sort of hand, or at least a-

Cock!

Paul huffed, but he sounded more sexually frustrated than the usual sort of frustrated. He was a little annoyed, true, since he felt smaller since he was smaller, a few inches shorter than he normally was and slighter and curvier and sexier too. His cock throbbed and demanded to be used, but he was unwilling to reach down and touch it, because who knew what would happen next? He just had to not give in, just had to keep going, had to figure out a way to make these hooves work better and ignore the swaying of his own hips or the bouncing of his butt, and the way that-

God, was he getting hot and bothered just from himself? He needed to do something about this and-

Now!

For once he agreed with that strangely familiar inner voice. Paul huffed again and came to a stop, just outside the bathroom. Without any further fuss, he reached down with his right hand into his boxers. He gripped and pulled and something came loose with a pleasure pop, a hefty weight now resting in his hand. He hissed and wiggled his hips, that ever smile on his snout widening before he realized that he was lifting his cock out of his boxers. He froze and looked down to see that he held not a fleshy human penis, but a solid facsimile of a cock, a very thick and long one at that. Paul stared at it and felt a warmth rise in his crotch as he did so. It was arousal, but not how he usually felt it. He brought his other hand up and turned the dildo over in his hands. Why was he holding a dildo? Where had that come from? More importantly...

Where was his cock?

Paul shivered and his loose boxers fell from his wide hips down to his hooves. He looked down and found something quite dissimilar from his cock. Between his thick thighs was a smooth, slightly shiny crotch and nestled there was a puffy, slick slit. The once man recoiled from the shock of the sight, but the image of his...her black feminine folds and nubby black clit remained burned in her...his mind. It was black, as if to draw notice from the white "fur" that surrounded it, dark and prominent as if its lewd puffiness wasn't enough to attract attention.

He had...she had-

A pussy. A slit. A cunny. A snatch,

Paul shook his head while one of his hooved hands wandered to his crotch. He panted as his hooved fingers went over its smooth, sensitive contours, his synthetic snatch squeaking and the new doe shivering as he pressed one thick finger into his lewd folds. He gasped and felt himself go slick, lubrication and arousal mixed into one moistening his loosening lips. It was...he was-

A squeaky, sexy doe.

"N-no, I'm..." Paul murmured, stumbling into the bathroom. He quickly flicked on the lights, placed the dildo on the counter and looked into the mirror. Staring back at him was a short, shapely doe with shining mostly skin that resembled fur, if only superficially so. She had a cute snout with an equally cute black nose. While Paul felt more than a little concerned, the doe wore an ever present smile that could only grow wider and sea blue shoulder length hair and stubby horns, the coloration of her hair complimenting her round, sultry painted on eyes. Her chest was covered by a nightshirt and lacked breasts (for now), but he could still make out her pressed in waist, the smoothness of her stomach, and the obvious girth to her hips. Below her uncovered waist everything was apparent: her thick thighs, shapely slender legs, hooved feet and also hooved hands that nervously curled and uncurled into a fist, but most importantly was what lay between her legs, her lewd, puffy cunt that even now was wet with need. Her need. His need.

Paul stumbled away from the mirror and felt his butt press against the wall. Almost as if in instinct he turned around and showed his back, or really, butt to the mirror. He looked over his shoulder to the mirror and saw it was a fine ass indeed, the white fluffy flag of a tail that was above it sure to grab the attention of-

The guys, and gals too!

Paul couldn't help but giggle at this thought before catching himself, though it didn't stop him from being over, noticing the white spots of her mostly brown back and the same spots on her shapely hips and rear. They made her even cuter, which made him even cuter, but again his attention was drawn to the slightest bit of her pussy, his pussy he could see, and how it was hot with need.

Her need. Her, because she is...was female. Her, because she was a doe. A-

Squeaky, curvy, sexy doe.

Paul shivered and turned back to the mirror. Then slowly, ever so slowly, removed her shirt and threw it out the door. Now that she could see her chest, she could see that it was mostly a glossy white that shined under the bathroom lights. Her belly button still remained, but it seemed to house a nozzle now to...inflate her, she supposed. The only exception to the white was the brown "fur" that lined her sides and the area under her collarbone and, of course, her nipples. They were a warm, fleshy pink that disguised the material that she was made out of. She touched them and shivered, wondering how she could feel so much when she was so...synthetic. When she was a squeaky rubbery doe through and through save for her hair and somewhat fluffy tail. How could she feel her growing arousal or move or speak or even think when-

I don't need to think.

Paul dropped her hands to her sides. Of course she had to think! She had to think about-

Sex and dicks and breasts and pussies and flirty, cute bunny boys!

Paul looked at the doe in the mirror, the squeaky doe that was him, her, and that vapid smile she had on her face, the lack of light to those sultry blue eyes. She was a-

Ditz. A slut. A bimbo!

"I-I'm not!" Paul huffed, putting her hands with an indignant squeak. At the same time, she felt herself go a little lightheaded as air flowed to her chest. The material creaked out beneath her nipples into slight, rounded swells. Small little breasts, she realized. Itty bitty titties, and they were hers! She giggled at this before realizing how this made her look. It made her look like a ditz, giggling about inflating tits when she shouldn't even have breasts.

...should she?

No, of course not. She shouldn't have breasts, she should have-

"Boobies!" she blurted out and more air rushed seemingly from her head to her chest, her breasts filling out a little more. Whereas before she'd had essentially a flat chest, she now had a very, very modest pair and that-

Wasn't enough.

"N-no!" she stuttered, trying to cover her breasts with her hooved hands. It was too much! But...was there anything as too much tits? Just like cock, she couldn't get enough of it!

If her eyes widened, they would have. Instead she could only stare into the mirror at the ditzy smile and those sultry eyes and wonder just what she was thinking. She shivered as her chest expanded again while her minded emptied a little, spilling out some of those needlessly worried thoughts. Her hands pressed apart, her breasts no longer so meager or modest. They were absolutely average now and still she wasn't satisfied because they should be-

"Bigger!" she giggled, before she realized what she'd just said. She'd meant to say non...non...non something, but now the word eluded her, especially as her breasts filled out to a size above average. They jiggled for the first time and their motion caused her to giggle. Her breasts were soft in her hands and she gave them a squeeze, a moan leaving her lips as she felt her pussy pulse. She lowered her eyes from the mirror, meaning to look to her slick slit and instead caught sight of something resting on the sink across from the dildo.

Her phone!

She stumbled forward and her breasts didn't bounce, because they were firm due to their inflation. Still, she clung to them, squeezing and caressing their soft and sensitive surface before she realized what she was doing. She begrudgingly moved one hand from her breasts to reach for her phone just as they swelled again. She stumbled back, phone in hand while her breasts filled out into large boobs well above average. While she fumbled with her phone with hooved hands, her breasts still swelling as they seemingly filled with thoughts of some more of her old self including unimportant things like what she had eaten yesterday for lunch (fish and chips) and important things like the code to access her phone.

"Come on," she whined, leaning forward over the sink to stare down at her phone, one hand cradling it while the other ineffectually tapped the screen. "My code is totes, like, 8, 0, 0, 8, uh, 1...3, and...5?" The phone vibrated but she laughed. "That's, like, boobies!" She dropped her phone and cupped her breasts, her fondling leading to creaks and squeaking gasps from her. Her breasts jiggled again and she couldn't help but stare at them. That was so much fun! "I have two of those!" She giggled again. "But, like, what's the emergency number? Oh, I know! Cocks!"

She laughed and laughed, enjoying the squeezes and squeaks of her breasts before she realized what she had just said made no sense. She paused. What had she been doing again? She looked down to her phone and tilted her head. Was that it? But she didn't know much about computers and stuff! She was just a simple doe! A simple, slutty, squeak doe that...

"Urgh..." the doe groaned, putting her hands on her head. She had been doing something important she knew. Something had upset her and she had been trying to fix it! Why was thinking so hard! She giggled. She wasn't a ditz, just an airhead and even more so as more and more of her old self's thoughts and memories slipped out of her increasingly empty head. Her breasts swelled a little larger still, her chest now home to two glorious DD cup titties that stayed firm and pert despite their size! She cupped them proudly before realizing she needed to think. Think, think, think...

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, standing up straight as she realized the source of the problem. Her eyes went to her chest and jiggling breasts. She giggled again before stopping herself. Stop that! "I can't think because, like, I'm so horny. So, so horny..."

She turned her head to the dildo. Something in her told her not to touch it, but that voice seemed nameless now. What was her name again? She squeaked and then giggled. That was easy! She was Squeaks! Or...Squeaky? Squeaky Doe? Ok, ok. That was too much thinking and to think more she needed to not be so horny, right? She paused. Or was this a trick? She picked up the dildo, mouth hanging open wide as she imagined sucking on it but no, that wasn't as good as the real thing. Trick? Oh right. Was this a trick? She turned the dildo over in her hand. Would using this on herself make her dumber, ditzier, and sluttier somehow?

"That's stupid!" Squeaky said out loud, holding the dildo up to her face. "I'm totes smart and you're, like, just a dumb dildo!" She shoved it into her mouth and squirmed before pulling it out with a pleasing pop. "That's right! You're gonna make me feel so good so I can, like, think!"

The squeaky doe nodded, and without any further ado brought the dildo down before sliding it right up into her eager and welcoming folds. She squeaked and gasped, knees knocked together as she backed up against the wall. For some reason she felt as if she was being penetrated for the first time and that felt amazing! She slid down the wall and landed on her padded rump, squeaking and huffing as she started thrusting the dildo in and out of her, in and out, over and over. She did this with one hand while the other one went to her swollen breasts, tweaking her nipples between her hooved fingers while her thumb massaged the sensitive, soft creaking material under it. She panted, head falling over as she really got into it, moaning and bucking her hips with every thrust of her makeshift cock. It wasn't as good as the real thing, but it would suffice for now when she needed to clear her mind.

And so she did clear her mind with every thrust deeper into herself and every gasping, squeaking moan that left her mouth. With one thrust went the last of her technical and programming knowledge. With a squeeze and tweak of her nipple went any memory of being a man or even a human for that matter. When she delved in even deeper into her folds, inner passage clamping down hungrily on the dildo, her forgotten name resurfaced before being swept away forevermore. There was only one name in her mind now that she knew...or was it many? Squeaks, Squeaky, Squeaky Doe, she'd take any of those monikers and more. In fact, she preferred the lewder ones: slut, toy, doll, ditz, bimbo, and really any combination of those! As long as she was being used, as long as she was satisfied, she didn't care what they called her because they were probably right. She was a doe, a ditz, a bimbo, and that was fine with her. She was a squeaky, sexy, busty ditzy doe, no more and sometimes much less! She didn't need to be smart to have some fun, didn't need to think a lot when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, so why bother? She giggled as what little remained of her once keen intellect sank right into her bosom, her breasts, no, boobies now even bigger and better!

And bigger was better! More was good! More cock, more breasts, more pussies to press her snout into - she didn't care! It was all the same to her, pleasurable areas to pleasure while she herself was pleased. What she was working with was enough, but she knew she would need more soon, but soon wasn't now.

Now, she pressed the dildo in one more time and it was enough, the squeaky doe squeaking and creaking as her first real orgasm racked her body. She shivered and squeaked, panting out puffs of air while she reached both hands to ever so slowly tug out the dildo. It was slow, pleasurable going, her enjoyment intensified by the pleasure she already felt as inch by inch she pulled out the thick toy. She squeaked and nearly jumped when it popped out of her puffy slit, the new doe shaking before she tossed the toy to the side. Afterwards, she leaned back against the wall, only quietly creaking as she rode the pleasure, her natural lubricant dripping down her glossy thick thighs. Contrary to plan, she felt more than she thought, and she felt quite a lot from her bout of self pleasure, an afterglow that would have left others satisfied for the day, but she was no normal woman. No, she was a doe, a squeaky, slutty, and shameless doe who knew what she needed and wanted. Something sprang into her mind something she only barely noticed in her lustful state. It came and went, something once familiar now foreign and yet she tried to grasp onto it. She was...she was...

Ready for more.

She shakily rose onto her hooves and looked into the mirror. What stared back with unblinking lustful eyes was a rubbery, curvy, busty sultrily smiling doe - her, it was her. She giggled and squeezed her breasts. Who else would it be? It's-

"Me!" she said. "Squeaky Doe!" She paused. Why was that a revelation? She shrugged and her breasts bounced. She giggled and held them until she was still. Maybe she had forgotten her name for a second? She was kind of a ditz. Not a dumb doe or even a bimb-doe, but certainly an airhead! She giggled at this again.

"Ok!" she said. "That's, like, enough of that. Now, like, where to next?"

She put her hands to her hips and thought...and thought...and thought until a murky memory came to her mind. Her neighbor, uh, she couldn't remember his name, it didn't matter since he was a guy and a guy had a cock and that meant fun which...

The ditzy doe tilted her head and then remembered what she'd been thinking about in the first place. That's right! He had been complaining about his lock not working or something and how blah, blah, blah, boring...what mattered was his door was probably open, which meant he was probably open for some fun!

Squeaky excitedly rushed out of her bathroom and her flat and to the main hallway. She quickly scurried to her neighbor's door and opened it to find a groggy young man looking with concern at some shining semi-liquid in his sink. Squeaky began to drip slightly too with her growing arousal and also some of that same substance ready to spread. The man turned to her and his jaws dropped as he took in her shiny, curvy, busty and very nude cervine, feminine, and humanoid form.

"Heyyyyyyy," Squeaky purred, swaying her hips and jiggling her chest as she sauntered over to him. "I'm Squeaks! And you're, like, totes a hottie! Let's fuck!"

Plip. Plop. Plip.