FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

You open the front door to your house as the sun sets and the sky turns orange. You've just finished one heck of a job and are glad that torture is done for the week. No longer will you have to deal with sorting papers, or papercuts, or any of that nonsense. You want to just relax in your own home for the whole weekend.

You stroll to your bedroom like you were going to another world, one that is exciting and different. You open the door like you were unlocking a secret box only you could be in. A secret box hugging you, welcoming you like a pet at the front door sniffing and licking its owner. Enough time gushing over the room, you are just going to relax.

You start taking off the shirt, setting it aside. Then you push your pants down, not even bothering with the belt. After that, you pull off your socks. Finally, there is now just the underpants left. You pull the green garment down, and lift up your legs one-by-one out of the holes. You pick up the remaining clothing pile, and put it in a basket full of discarded clothes. You don't want to wash them just yet, you just want to relax after the hard work you've done.

You sit down on your bed, and turn on the TV as well as your 480p streaming device. It's a wonder this device still works after buying it a decade ago and jailbreaking it a few months ago. You select the OwOHub app from the main menu. You're already hard, and ready for some stroking. You type 'briefercritter' on your mini keyboard, and then click on the search button with sorting set to 'Date - Descending'. The same 20 or so images you've seen before show up. You try searching with alternative terms like 'briefcritter', 'underwearcritter', 'briefscritter', etc. Only 'permanent underwear transformation' showed something new.

You click on the new image and it is titillating. The mouthless face with a muzzle-like protrusion, cotton skin with underwear-like patterns, thumbed mitts, sock-like feet, and most important of all, nothing but a round bulge where the penis (and testicles) should be, all push the right buttons for you. You wish you were the lucky guy in the picture, tight underwear fused to your skin, the bulge unable to do anything about that sexual buildup, inseparable fingers and toes, no mouth to open, but reality only gets in the way of everything. You click on the 'Add To Favourites' button and check the artist's account for more poon. Glaring at the gorgeous gallery, you see a lot more of these briefercritters, and then wonder how you never found these pictures before. You click on the pictures to find out that they have not been tagged at all.

You then quickly click on the 'Watch' button as if there wasn't a tomorrow, and in a way, there isn't. You have only 3 days before having to go to work again, there's no time to waste. You check the artist's favourites to see if anyone else forgot to tag their briefercritter pics properly, but of the pictures relating to briefercritters, all of them you have already seen before. You then decide to show the artist some affection for their work. You rapidly click on 'Add To Favourites' for every picture, every drawing, every image they have worked on that is even remotely related to briefercritters. Afterwards, you notice a new comment notification. You click on the notification to see a comment from the artist. 'thanks 4the rapid-fire favs owo check tomorrow and you'll hav big surprise uwu', said the comment, all lowercase letters and other grammatical errors.

Big surprise? Tomorrow? Does this mean you're getting gift art? That easily? For 'fav'ing their pictures? Your mind is boggled with question after question, keeping you waiting like a starving dog. Speaking of food, you are reminded of dinner. You click on the home button on your mini keyboard, and turn off both your device and TV. You are about to call it a day as you think of what to eat. You get off your bed and go to the kitchen to make some jelly bean soup.

You open your eyes reluctantly and wipe the gunk off of them. You realise it is now Saturday as you get up and get some breakfast. You take a bite out of a spoon with a piece of your honey-oat-milk soup as you remember that comment you got on OwOHub. After finishing the bowl, you immediately wash it. The leftover pieces of cereal just won't come off without hard scrubbing. After scraping your bowl and adding more soap just to get rid of sticky dried milk, you are relieved you were able to purify the bowl of any edible substances. You can imagine how the bowl would feel like after being used, and can even picture how the bowl would feel if the pieces of oats were never able to come off. If bowls had a conscience, would they be titillated by stuck oats?

You decide to get to OwOHub and solve that mystery of yours. After clicking on the OwOHub button yet again, you check your notifications. You have gotten a new private message from that artist you just watched yesterday, its subject was 'here it is'.

'i am onoured taht some1 aprecates my work. not every1 lieks briefcritters but i make thes pics anywey. u hab good tast in phetishes & 2 congratul8 that i did something special uwu,,,

LOOK DOWN'

You look below the message and see nothing else to it. What does this message mean, look down? What kind of 'big surprise' was this supposed to be? And what's this 'uwu'? You debate what to reply with, or even whether or not you should. In response to the comment you type 'Thanks but can I please get some clarification?' Surprisingly, not even a minute after clicking 'Send', you get another reply. This one said 'at ur croch sily'. You don't even know what to make of this, feeling disappointed, confused, and worried all at once. You sarcastically look down, only to find... your underwear?

You swore that you slept naked and did not put on anything this morning. You swore you just had your cock out prior to checking the OwOHub notifications. But whatever, you don't exactly have photographic memory. You just pull the underwear off, no biggie. But something's wrong. You pull the underwear, but it didn't slip off. Instead, the elastic region stayed on, unmoved. When you pulled the underwear harder, you actually felt pain from your waist! What is going on?! And to add insult to injury, the crotch region of the underwear has 'UwU' printed on it in bold white sans-serif letters. The underwear also seems to be... spreading?!

This makes no sense. Surely you haven't seen underwears act like a growth, right? You have? Maybe in OwOHub, but that's it. Despite the pain, you pull desperately at the new green cotton slowly replacing your legs. It will not come off, and when you tugged at it, it felt like you were tugging at your actual skin. It seemed apparent that there was nothing you could do. Nothing but witness this madness.

By now, the cotton material has already replaced the skin of your legs, a seam of black appearing at the side of your legs before ending in an arc outlining your ankles. You feel something on your toes as the material loosens between them, looking like webbing at first until the toes no longer have any clear distinction. While you were tugging at your toes, the invasive underwear was slowly dominating your torso.

You could only watch as the belly became greener, belly button disappearing to make way for the new material. The black seam continued to line the side, all the way up to your armpits before circling around them. With this green growth you are left with a not-well-defined chest, with none of the abdominal details you had before. But it's not like they were that well-defined in the first place.

Now it was time for your arms to become affected. The growth spread equally among both arms, black seam again outlining the sides before circling around the hands. As the green cotton took over your hands, it too became loose between each finger, the thumb being excepted from this. This is getting too weird...

Lastly, your head is left. Both your mouth and nose have a weird feeling all of a sudden. They slowly protrude out more and more until the green material gets to them. Then the nose disappears and the insides of your mouth close up before a black seam starts circling around the new muzzle. Your messy and unkempt hair also dissolve into the green material, as well as your ears, though not the sense of hearing. The only thing left was the eyes, which were, oddly enough, spared.

You cannot comprehend the true form of what has just happened. That confusion of yours is only building up. What? Why? How? The only thing you are sure of is that you can't be seen like this. Who knows when - or even if - everything will go back to normal? For all you know, you'd look like a dweeb to your workmates. A total, openly promiscous dweeb with no self-respect who lacks a sense of modesty and decency. Nobody would even know that's you, all they see is just a distraction. You will then find yourself in the boss' office having to explain but being unable to, not that you can still speak clearly of course.

Two days. Two days before you will be completely humiliated at the workplace. You can call in sick, but you'd only have one day off. There's no way your boss will believe you have a disease bad enough to require a whole week off. In a way, you really are sick. Sick with a disease that affects your entire body. A disease that could potentially be permanent. As you walk to retrieve your still-functional flip phone, a voice calls for you.

'Hewwo! owo', yells the impeded voice. You turn quickly in fear. 'Did you wike moi wittow supwise? owo'

It appears someone has broken into your house. First you get exhausted from your job, then you undergo a strange change to your body, and now you have an intruder. He appears to be made of a red cotton material, with underwear-like patterns, eyed featureless face, sock-like feet, and an underwear that seems to be a part of his body. He looks just like you, except he has a reptilian tail. Unarmed, you don't know what to do.

'Don't wowwy! uwu Oi can undawstand!'

You decide to give speaking a try. Maybe it won't be so bad.

'What are you talking about?', you ask.

'^w^ Nwo need! Oi can see evwything! OwO', replied the intruder.

'Oh woah'? 'Ooh woo'? 'Carat-w-carat'? Is this that guy from OwOHub? How'd he get your address? How'd he get to your address? And what are these strange verbal tics inserted in between these sentences?

'Stay back!' you outburst, making a crucial mistake that you then realise could get you killed.

'owo What's this? Pwaying hawd, awen't youwu? Oi can see youw buwdgy wuwdgy!', said the creepy guy. You look down only to see your bulge bigger than before, like the penis inside is hard. How can it be so at a time like this?! 'Oi'm thaw onwy one that can wevewt you, aftew aww.'

Oh god he knows. Oh GOD he did it. What the hell is even going on?! You don't even--

'GET OUT!', you scream, potentially waking neighbours.

'You suwe you want to stay wike that fowevaw?', teased the mysterious man.

You don't want that guy in your house, but you also don't want to look like a fool and get fired from your job, or be instantly rejected in any future job interviews. You are going to need a lot of money in order to find a new house to move to, after all.

You shake your head in despair. You know this guy is using that possibility just to control you, but there's nothing you can do. 'If you can turn me back, please do it now.', you say.

'Hehe, you'we a cutie! X3', replied the intruder. 'Way down on the bed wight theww.'

'What?!'

The intruder stares at you, and then states 'Youwu know what oi said. uwu'

You oblige. You'd do anything in order to be turned back.

'Dwon't move.', he commanded.

You stay laying down, still and ready to listen for the next step. All of a sudden, the intruder is all over you, eyes fixated on your crotch. This makes you uncomfortable, just like it would to any sane person. He then grabs your bulge, and gives it a squeeze. You immediately get a sense of libido, the squeeze not only making you all horny, but also confirming that your bulge is actually hollow. This is despite the growth of the bulge, getting longer as if you were erect. Unable to handle this level of lust, you try to move away from him. He grabs you by the elastic region surrounding your hips, and that only increases your sexual urge.

He then puts his head on your bulge, using his muzzle to rub it, calming you in the process. You lay down, relaxed. You have no motivation to get out of bed, no motivation to even move. You want to stay there, in your bed, in your underwear, relaxed. Relaxed, in your underwear, in your bed, with a caressing sensation on your private part. Your large, newly locked away and hollow private part. You, relaxing, with your bulge, being touched. Your bulge, being touched by an intruder-- You open your eyes and jump off of his reach.

'I will NOT let you hypnotise me!', you shout.

'Hypnotoise? Whoy wouwd oi want to do that?', he asked. 'Whoy wouwd oi need to when oi gowt youwu buwgy wuwgy woight hewe?' He then gives your bulge a firm squeeze. You are powerless, having a huge, throbbing, locked-up-and-wanting-more vulnerability right on display. 'Wanna owgasm? Wanna wewease?', he asks. He then squeezes your bulge with all the strength he seems to have. However, you don't feel a climax. Furthermore, when he squeezed the bulge, it flattened almost completely until he let go, making it more obvious that your bulge is hollow. 'It's impwossibow. You wiww nevew cum. uwu', he teased. He is correct, you're not able to cum in this form.

'I'll do what you say! Now turn me back!', you demand.

'Hehehe. X3 You do what oi say fiwst! Then oi wiww revewt.', he replied.

'You will?'

'When oi'm done, that is.'

He then starts positioning his bulge adjacent to yours, rubbing his onto yours. Just like you, he also displays titilation when utilising his bulge. He then rubs faster. After what seemed like hours of rubbing despite the sun still being up, he finally stops. His belly is visibly retracting and extracting. He must be exhausted.

'Dwon't think oi'm done ywet.' he says, as his bulge starts shifting. He looks like he is taking a lot of effort and pushing himself as his crotch undergoes a transformation. His bulge splits into two, one taking the form of testicles. The other bulge grows into a tall shape, taking a more phallic appearance, forming a glans and a small slit on the end. You shudder, unable to fathom the new penis he has, as if it was stolen from you. 'We'ww jwust getting stawted.'

He prepares to put his dick onto your bulge, but you turn over. 'Oi guess oi can gwo fow that. Thanks uwu' He instead manages to insert his dick inbetween your bum cheeks. This is despite the fact that the fused underwear is still loose on the area where your anus resides. Every time he pushes his dick in, it felt very slightly like a trampoline, where the more deep his dick was, the more his dick will be pushed back. That didn't stop him from continuing. After doing it enough times, his cock them spews out cum that stains through your cotton skin, also spreading to you the sense of sexual ecstasy. 'OwO Oh weww. UwU', he says.

'What?', you respond, worried.

Ignoring your question, he spreads the remaining sperm throughout your whole body, starting with the legs and feet, and ending with your head. When the cum got on your mouth, it felt really good, maybe even better than before. You then rest in your bed, tired, as the intruder sleeps with you.

The morning came, and the intruder wakes up, penis reverted back into a round bulge. That is, a round bulge stained with cum. He then effortfully transforms his body again, this time forming a metal zipper on his back. The intruder then opens himself up, slipping your legs into his, your arms into his, and putting his head over yours. He zips himself back up as he gets out of your bed. He stretches, opens the window and jumps out, but not before giving his bulge - and yours by extension - one last squeeze. He then runs off to his home, carrying your underwear-crittered body in his.