Mirandas Odyssey (continuation of A beneficient bite)
---Mirandas Odyssey---
(yiff, m/f, latex, mergence, Inflation, birth, transformation)
|A Walk in the Forest|
Damn, I could not write down a single word! Selling romantic novels was a big business. Uncounted, desperate people bought them to improve their live with a bit of love even if it is just fictional. I was one of the most famous in this genre, but when my wife left me and my depressions gained more strength, the love with which I fed my stories died out. It was too much for me: the city, my job, the frantic life between deadlines and other duties.
I found refuge in my small holiday house deep inside McGregor Forest where I can enjoy eternal peace and silence. It ended last night. A bloodcurdling roar through the darkness of a full moon night. I was scared up from sleep and trembled with fear for a few minutes. What kind of animal could roar as horrible as that? It was not the roar of a wolf or a bear. The were not capable to roar this loud. Although I felt really uncomfortable, I go out for a walk this morning. The air was clear and cool and it would have been a pity not to let the fresh and dew-moistured air flow into my body and let it ease the pain of my soul.
I left my big blockhouse to hike along my really long access road. I dare not going deeper into the forest. On the one hand because of the roaring last night and on the other hand you could lose your way easily in this forest. My map was soaked with water and moldered and the McGregor Forest was, except a few hamlets and farms 20 miles away, inhabited. The way down the road, I was tortured again by questions that even haunted me with nightmares when I was asleep.
"Why'd you left me, Amely? Was I sunken so deeply in work that I didn't notice how unhappy you were? Why didn't I concentrate my thoughts at you and my children?" ,I whispered, when bitter tears dropped down my cheeks.
This why-game repeated for weeks and drove me mad. I really love her! I had given up my own life for her pleasure.
I scuffed weeping and with tilted head through the slightly foggy morning, when a bright sparkling draw my attention. I raised my head and looked into this direction. Something within the slight fog reflected the sun. I murred surprised, moved my glasses in the right place and walked into this direction while glancing over my shoulder for mot loosing my way. A bright grey piece of foil hanged over a fallen trunk glittering moistly because of the dew. I approached it stumbling to pick up this strange thing.
"Why do people always let their litter in the forests? ... Aw! Damn roots!" ,I swore.
When I stood in front of the trunk and grabbed the object I noticed that it wasn't foil but ... "Latex? That's much too big for a balloon. A weather balloon perhaps." ,I muttered contemplatively.
I picked up the grey thing and examined it.
"An inflatable, female werewolf, even with private parts? What kind of sick wacko left his toys here all alone?" ,I grumbled.
I discovered a cut in her chest. I seemed to be made with a sharp object, with some kind of knife.
"And when he finished in her he stabbed her. How sick can you be to make such crap?!" ,I whispered in disgust.
I don't know why -maybe my own desires that commanded me or mere curiosity- ,but I folded the dew-wet female werewolf up and took her home. Stumbling and swearing I returned with her under my arm to the street and made my way back to my blockhouse. She was made with much attention for details. Her body was slightly transluctant, grey and shining brightly. At her lower she had really detailed labia and an anus, but you were not able to see the tunnel where your your member would dig in, just the entrance. Fierce, frightening eyes stared out of her droopy head. Two of this sapphire-yellow masterpieces with extremely detailed irises put a spell on me. My finger wandered to the lips on her loins and checked carefully if somebody had done it with her. She has lubricous inside, but I could not discover any semen.
"Clean inside your loins? So I could ... Hell no! I'm not zoophile ... but she isn't a real animal. A mixture of human and animal, but..."
A storm of fierce and erotic desires and the severe Christian morality codex of my parents fought a big war inside my head. "
It's disgusting and immoral!"
"It's not! It's simple self-pleasuring."
I silenced both voices as good as I could.
" 'Simon McPherson a zoophile?' A damn good heading for a yellow-press newspaper! ... Aw, fuck that! She looks nice. I don't have desires for animals but I don't have much joy at the moment, especially since ..."
Again, pictures of lucky days with my ex-wife Amely stormed my mind, what happened a lot after my divorce and I started to cry like before. Warm tears dropped at my find and formed a small puddle on it. I tilted my head in sadness and discovered something strange: the tears disappeared inside of the rubber. It soaked them up!
"Is that supposed to be like that?" ,I stammered puzzled, "It's definitely not normal!"
It takes me ten minutes to reach my blockhouse. The longer I hold the female werewolf under my arms the more she fascinated me. She was alluring me strongly. It was even increased by her smell: a mixture of latex and musk. I was sure that it was not there when I found her hanging over the trunk.
The door to my garage opened squealing, the female wolf was lied down on my workbench. I looked for some patches in the drawer of the bench. There must be some left of the uncounted amount of pool toys of my children. Because the kids weren't that caring with their toys, there was only one left. A few damaged pool toys lied beside of my bench, folded and stacked thoroughly. They were the only souvenirs of my small ones and there was a special reason for it.
After my wife had left me, I had boozed up myself to drown my frustration and the woman of the youth welfare center saw me by accident. Visitation rights were denied for undefined time. I fought like hell but without success. I was marked alcoholic and my writing blockade became worse. At least Larry, my boss believed in me and kept me employed at his publishing company. We know each other for five years. He granted me 2 weeks of vacation to find some peace of mind. I still have 6 days of this vacation, that I will pass surely with an increasing amount of beer and frustration. This drinking was really scaring.
But back to presence and to my latex find. Sighing, I pressed the patch on the cut hole in her chest.
"I hope you'll give me some comfort."
Another sigh. The patch needed some residence time so I could cook some lunch. A tin of ravioli ... it is not a delicacy but it is good enough for a 32 years old single living inside of a godforsaken forest where the next supermarket is miles away. I pushed my glasses in the right place, brushed my long, black hair aside as I opened the tin and poured the content into a pot.
I was lucky that the supply pipelines for surrounding hamlets was laid a few hundred metres away from my access road, so that I electricity, gas and water in my house. Otherwise, I would have needed to hack some lumber. As my ravioli started cooking, I returned to my female werewolf. She was still lying there. I checked the patch. Sitting tight! I wanted to inflate her but where was her nozzle? I examined her whole body, but did not find it.
"And what am I doing now?" ,I asked myself confused.
Then I glanced at her opened muzzle.
"Let's give it a try."
My mouth pressed tightly at hers and I breathed strongly into her. Hissing quietly ,the air entered her weak body while the most air stayed in her head. That could not be possible because she did not have a valve in her neck but I was not interested in this. There were other things of much higher interest. My hand slipped over her breasts that were still humid of dew. I panted for air and my member was so hard that it hurts.
"Wow! I lived too long as a hermit."
This smell ... where did it come from? Tomato sauce, really hot tomato sauce!
"Damned! The ravioli!" ,I cried and ran into my kitchen, leaving my toy all alone.
My hand switched off the stove and pulled the pot off it. I fetched a trivet and put it with the pot on it on the table of my kitchen. "First I have to eat something and then ... play with my toy. Cold ravioli are disgusting." Forgot the fork. I stood up, fetched it and then, finally started to eat.
|The attack of the wolf|
"Damn! She's gone! And the pool toys of my children, too!" ,I shouted through my garage, standing there disappointed and furious at the same time.
I would have gone postal, but my mind did it for me already. A kind of bloody movie rushed trough my brain and calmed me a bit.
"Result of ADD." ,I murmured.
Discovered in the age of 6, therapy, pills.
"Psycho! PSYCHO!" shouted the kids of my class. They hit me, laughing out loud ... I shook my head so hardly that I got sick by it.
"Argh! Shut up!" ,I screamed.
I brain was scary sometimes. Time by time, whole storm of thoughts rampaged in my mind and this blocked me completely, sometimes for hours. Concentration! ... Concentration. I seemed to work.
Okay, let's reconstruct: what had happened to the werewolf? Maybe a pack of raccoons had stolen her, but why did they spare my chrome tools? The same point spoke against human thieves. The key for my jeep was still there, too. And this car wasn't cheap! Helplessness dominated my thoughts. I came close to my working bench, where the tolls still hanged neatly, when I glanced at the place where the pool toys should be.
"What's this for a kind of goo? And where are the pool toys?" ,I murmured puzzled.
I bend down and sniffed. It smelled like liquid rubber and the musk of the female werewolf.
"What the ..."
The roaring of yesterday returned to my mind! Strange thoughts rushed through my brain: she stood up, was hiding and prowling ... grabbed me! I turned around and expected with my hammering heart to stare into her wild, sapphire-colored eyes, but there was only the door to the kitchen.
"Huff! Am I starting to hallucinate?"
My finger pointed at the stain on the ground.
"This is definitely not a hallucination!"
A cold shiver crept up my back and scared every single hair so that it erected. I was really frightened. I sneaked into my living room, the one with the panorama window, the red curtains that kept out the strong light of the summer sun and huge fireplace. No, I don't have a deer's head hanging above of it. I hate hunting for fun. It is disgusting.
Something in my head functioned again. The fear I felt in the garage, the erotic sensation of her wet breasts. An enormous epiphany struck my brain. My writing blockade was broken! Lots of ideas ran through my mind, but it wasn't that sweet love novels I had written before. No, sir!
"She's grabbing the helpless farmer, pressed him against a tree and rammed his hard member into her rubbery loins." ,I shouted loudly, pushing my arms into the air laughing.
"I got it! I can write again!" ,it bursted out of me.
This outbreak was scary, but it was satisfying, too. I needed to visit a headshrinker, or was this outbreak normal for a creative holiday hermit? I sat down at my small desk with my notebook, opened it and a file for my plot notes. A farmer, a rubbery female werewolf, sex, hard sex, she's dominating him, biting him ...
"That's awesome! It has the potential to become something famous." ,I whispered, "But how should I call the story? Yeah! ... A beneficient bite."
After I finished the sentence, the lupine demon pounced at me.
Strong hands grabbed me and tossed me at the carpet in front of my chimney. The whole world turned around with such a speed that I was close to vomiting. I crashed on my belly and tried to creep to the door to escape my attacker, but there was no chance. Somebody jumped on my back and pressed me onto the ground with much force. Somebody? The squeaking noise when it jumped and landed on me ... she was it! It has to be her! She was alive and she knew, what she wants.
"Man!" ,she growled and grabbed the buttons of my shirt with much force.
It was ripped, pulled from me and thrown into the fire. Then the whole world turned 180° so that I could see her face. Glowing, yellow eyes stared at my bright blue ones. She showed her teeth, so that saliva dripped out of the corners of her mouth. She must have eaten something ... or is she going to eat something?! The drops fell onto my naked torso. They felt greasy and had different colours. It was the colours of the inflatable animals! She must have eaten them to repair herself, because the patch that I attached to her hip was gone. Thanks god she wasn't interested in meat. I don't want to be a meal for a hungry love doll!
She pressed her body at mine and rubbed against me. Despite all fear my member was hard and up to everything. As her soft loins stroke him, her snarl changed to an amused grin. She licked all over my face, covering my skin with a substance that felt like silicone oil. Her breast rubbed against my love-heated chest. Her hindpaws clang to the button of my trousers and, much to my surprise, managed to open it and strip the trousers off.
"Handy, little beast." ,I murmured, commented by an approving "Hrrrf!".
Only my boxer shorts was between her warmth emitting, lubricous, wet depths and my member. Her bright grey latex skin shined illuminated by the fire in the chimney. It was the sole source of light because I had closed the curtains. I write better in this kind of atmosphere. I could see the grain of the ceiling through her. Her body had a wonderful play of light, unbeaten by everything I'd seen before.
And then, the last bastion between her and mine lower body, my shorts, was thrown aside. The mighty female werewolf turned briskly around, facing my family jewels and hold her bum into my face. She growled words that I didn't understand and then she pushed my member into her smooth and soft muzzle and played with her tongue at my glans. Damn, this was so good! You can't imagine it: wet, smooth, lubricous, soft ... it felt like heaven.
Her bum pressed tightly against my mouth and she repeated louder, what she had growled before. I exhaled in surprise, so that her already tight body inflated a few inches more. She murred and whimpered loudly, pressing her other pair of lips strongly against my chest, while the lips of her mouth were busy enjoying my manhood. The blow of air was exactly what she wanted. I was supposed to inflate her even further, so I inhaled deeply and blew the air with much force countering the pressure of her latex and the air inside. Sizzling like a balloon the air pressed through her anus into her body, providing consistent expanding.
Because of this she salivated even more, dipping my libido into a smooth river of molten rubber. She twitched in ecstasy with her lower lips loosing liquid. I groaned, while my leg muscles trembled. My rubbery beauty got me close to the Olympus of erotic. She recognized that I was cumming soon, so she pulled my member out of her smooth muzzle. The collected saliva of her mouth unloaded onto my lower body. The nice, sleazy feeling made me chuckle.
My hands caught some of the liquid and rubbed it on her two big balloon cheeks of her butt that was close to my head. Another breath disappeared into her anus inflating her further. First, she murred loudly, but then she nipped my glans and circled the fingertip of her right index finger. I twitched and moaned, because it hurt a bit, but was delightful because of my aroused state. She wanted me to be faster. I took a deep breath and blew and breathed and blew, closed my eyes and addicted to the rubbing and squeaking on my body. My libido was cooled down so far, so she could put it into her mouth again without the threat of a gush. As her muzzle closed around my member I opened my eyes at the huge, beautiful cheeks of her bum. Her rear was as big as a monster truck tire! Then she had a better idea, removed her muzzle from my member and stood up.
Although the ceiling is about 2,20 metres high, she hit it with her head. She smiled friendly at me and reached out her big arms, as if she wanted to hug me and murred inquiringly. She cocked her head with a larger grin on her lips. Her breasts had grown to FF and her belly was so big and round that it outmatched those of sumo ringers. Her labia had swollen to the size of a inner tube of a bicycle tire.
I stood up slowly and touched her belly. Although it was fat, it was tight but soft the same time. Nothing hanged down loosely. I hugged her with much strength and snuggled into her squeaking body whereupon the huge-bellied female werewolf rolled back and tugged me onto her. I cushioned onto her and she murred in a way that sounds like a snicker. It sounds frightening somehow but I was sure that she did not want to hurt me. I had the feeling that she really liked me, although she was really rough with me in the first time. I rubbed fascinated at her belly and her breasts and she murred even louder while her legs twitched. Her skin had become extreme sensitive because of the tension of her skin.
"And what happens if I ..." ,I said smiling at her and then pushed my hard member between her swollen labia.
She whimpered and twitched, then my hard manhood was engulfed by her love juice. She was amazingly lubricous, soft and warm inside, so that you could think she a woman of flesh and blood. Forget about it! She was even better! My member slit back and forth with increasing speed. My lungs and heart toiled to keep up. She growled loudly and aroused and she whimpered in ecstasy when I shoved my hard, little friend into her. My body sprang higher and higher to dig even deeper into her warm inside and her belly. Her hand baled to a fist and she growled loudly and twitched. She was so beautiful! The light of the fireplace comforted her gorgeous curves. Her soft, huge belly arched squeaking under my body. Her mighty breasts pressed against my cheeks and rubbed softly at them. Her skin was unbelievable soft and durable, because it could carry my 220 pounds easily and even my springing did not scare her.
Finally, I reached the peak of lust. Warm semen gushed into the squeaking body of my lover. Oh my god, she was amazing! Every memory of my ex-wife was flushed out of my head with my spooge. The female werewolf twitched heavily, her inner skin kneaded intensively at my squirting cock. Perhaps, but only perhaps it could be more than a one night stand. Something made her really attractive for me. The rubber? Her lupine look? Her dominant behavior? I pulled my droopy member out of her slit, crawled over her massive breasts and looked into her big face.
"You're wonderful. I think I fall in ..."
She stretched her head into my direction and pursed her lips. I stared dreamily at her and neared with my head. I kissed her with passion that I never felt before. Pure love pulsed in my veins when something happens that was much more than just 'strange'.
|Pregnancy?!|
It felt like her body became softer and I was sinking into her. She murred and grinned lovely at me while I sank deeper into her as if she is made of quicksand. I had to get off her but the more I struggled the deeper and faster I sank. My belly became wet, because her rubber liquidated where I touched her.
"I gonna die!" ,was my first thought.
I struggled like hell against the suction but I did not help. My fingers clang in panic to her softening belly. She laid her right hand on my head, stroke me gently and murred to calm me apparently. My legs disappeared into her belly, penetrating her rubber, but the air stayed inside. I hoped that she would not be damaged. It would break my heart ... What the heck am I talking? I hoped that I would not be damaged! Again, she kissed me at my mouth and rubbed her muzzle at my neck. Then, a strange prickling appeared in my legs. It appeared to me that my feet turned fat and broad until they were stretched out like a rubber band. In fact they were dissolved and shared all over the female werewolf. My substance strengthened her skin and interwove to a new structure. I could not only feel her rubber as if it is my own ... there was more. Memories! Shadows of the mind that was definitely not mine. My fear dissolved into pure curiosity and fascination. We merged into something new, mentally and physical. I dived deep into the mind of another creature and the creature into mine! Apruptly, my complete torso slipped into her and flowed into every direction like oil on flat water. Only my head remained. I felt slightly dizzy and my mind started slowly to faint, because I could not breathe or supply my brain anymore.
"Dying ... it feels like this?" ,I whispered silently.
Finally, my head sank into her body and fused with her body. Darkness devours me.
I could see again, trough light grey, dimmish eyes. So I wasn't dead. Wonderful! I could move my arms again, too. I looked down at me and saw the body of the female werewolf, but with a little alteration. She had a new pair of arms ... my arms!
"Wow! Damned!" ,was my first thought.
Streak with the color of my skin covered her body. They seemed to be part of my essence, or something like that. Along her loins she stayed as I know her. My 'equipment' missed completely.
"D'you like what you see, honey?" ,asked a sweetish voice of a female.
I looked around hurried to locate the source of the voice.
"Who are you and where are you?" ,I asked frightened by the sudden appearance of the voice.
"It's me, Miranda. The female werewolf! Your love had done something that I assumed to be impossible. You brought back my human heart and ..."
She stopped and I could feel the warming sensation of shame,
"... you made it possible for me to multiply."
A sudden premonition struck me. "You did not say that for informative purposes, right?" I stammered nervously.
Damned, I already knew the answer. Why did I ask such a crap? She was pregnant and I was the father. I could feel it into her body. Pure joy emerged into my worry-afflicted mind. Apparently, it was her emotional cocktail, that poured into my mind.
"Right. I'm in cub. You gave me the human aspect while your seed rested in me."
"And what species is it? Wolf, human?"
"It'll be both."
"And when is it coming?"
Suddenly, strong sickness rampaged into my mind. I noticed that the air of our body concentrated into the belly. Slowly and squeaking the belly extended, until it could only be labelled as monstrous. A part of her an mine substance floated together into the belly and formed a firm and heavy ball that grew larger, fed by the rests of the former pool toys of my kids. It was the second most frightening moment of my life. The most frightening was when she assaulted me and tossed me around. Me, or better the mixture of me and her stood up. The world was turning like a carousel, like a really fast carousel. Shakily the strange mixture of a rubbery wolf and human moved to the bathroom.
"What are you going to do?" ,she asked me telepathically.
"Bathroom ... need to vomit!" ,I stammered.
"No!" ,she screamed, "You must not emit rubber while our child is growing. I needs the rubber to feed on it."
"How long do I have to bear up? I can't hold it any longer." ,I asked tormented by sickness.
"Don't worry! It is coming soon."
It is coming soon! So she wanted to press a whole child trough my lower body?! That sounds like horrible pain but it is for the well-being of our child, so it had to be. Clumsily, I hit my floor lamp and it fell to the ground. Glass shards of the light bulb spread in front of me.
"Damned! When I tread into it, all is lost and I cannot see anything because of this huge belly!"
But I did not know what to do because this body was alien to me. The female wolf made the body to deflate strongly so that the size of the belly was reduced. Now I could see the shards and leave the living room and was able to stagger into the bathroom. I danced over the glass shards that luckily happened without any complications. Christ, I felt really sick! So sick that I fell over so that I had to crawl to the bathroom door.
"What are you going to do in the bathroom?" ,the werewolf asked me.
"I'll try to climb into the bathtub. After this, we put the legs on the edge and give birth to our child. What else?" ,I growled, laden with pain.
She did not comment it because she knew exactly how much pain I felt. The belly grew even further until the ball that levitated freely in our belly grew a bit larger as a soccer ball. I pulled myself together despite the sickness and pressed the door latch. The door was pushed open harshly and I crept to the bathtub and jumped up so that I landed headfirst into it.
"Be careful!" ,screamed the werewolf whose voice was not sweet anymore, "You might hurt our child!"
"I'm sorry." ,I murmured and turned around struggling hard until I lied on my back.
"Now it's your turn. You know better what to do." ,I said and stepped back so that the mind of the werewolf took control of the body. This was a task for a mother.
As the first man in history I could experience what a birth feels like. Luckily, rubber stretches without causing much pain ... at least I hoped so. She put her legs over the edges of my freestanding bathtub until she sat bowlegged and began to relax. The big, yellow, ball-like thing slipped slowly into our lower body.
"Okay ... first, you will feel incredible pain then it is pure pleasure. You'll see!" ,explained the werewolf as if she had routine in birthing.
However I could feel a certain amount of anxiety in her. She had done this the first time, but why did she know so much about her body? The reason is that she had power over every process in her body. I could feel it in detail. Everything in her moved as she wished but she did not have much influence over the ball. Her consciousness could cover the ball but it could not penetrate it. These ball pressed into an invisible tube behind her slit. The pain was horrible! Hell itself must have invented this pain. My mind turned around and bend.
The female werewolf resisted the pain better than me. Her rubber teared a bit because of the strain and air escaped her loins. She growled pained, but then rubber assembled at the fissure and closed it. I felt like I can see the 'hand movements' of her mind. These balloon creatures have so much power over their body. I was really envious because of her body although there were some disadvantages like loosing air.
The tube in which the ball was contracted, pressing the round thing towards her labia. The pain eased and a pleasing pressure appeared. The yellow orb rubbed intensively against the widened, tight latex and moved forward squeaking quietly. It was as if something huge penetrated and it was really pleasuring. It became wet in the hideout of the ball. My nerves felt like electrified. A female must have an awesome orgasm!
She increased her efforts to give birth to the ball murring. It stopped right in front of the labia.
"You have to help me now. Press with all your power, d'you understand?" ,she hissed through her rubber teeth.
You could feel her enormous strain. I could feel it live though. My whole mental force concentrated on the invisible tube and the body obeyed. The ball jumped out of us with a quiet 'Plopp' and rolled around the bathtub. A large amount of rubber and air squirted out of us and made the skin of the female werewolf thinner. A part of this substance was mine! I hope it was not something important like brain cells. She moved her legs together, sat cross-legged and drank half of the fluid. Her limbs were floppy and weary because of the loss of air. Her mind as weary as well. Mine, too.
"The pressure controls your power as well?" I asked as if I woke up a few seconds ago. She agreed grumbling and a powerless nodding. She grabbed the latex ball in front of her with a weary grip and pulled it into her lap. While she was doing that she hummed as song and stroke the ball.
"This is our child?" ,I asked telepathically.
"Yes, it is. In a few moments it will enroll and we can see how it looks like." ,she whispered quietly because she was so exhausted.
"the only one I have to get out of me is you, but this is far easier. How do you want to come out?"
"What do you mean by 'how'?"
"Made of flesh or made of rubber like me?"
The question hit me without warning. Do I want to be a rubber creature? I don't know. On the one hand a rubbery skin, hold up only by the air pressure inside of me but on the other hand incredible self-control that made it possible for me to change my whole body structure. It sounded frightening but alluring as well.
"I ... I don't know. Really! My whole life I was a human made of flesh and blood ..."
She interrupted.
"Now you can be what you want. Even a werewolf or another animal. You could change it afterwards, if you like. But this needs lots of power and even more practising."
Old thoughts emerge when she said I could be an animal. In my childhood I dreamed to be an ocelot. I saw one of the in the zoo when I was six. There had been lots of other impressive animals but the only one whose picture stayed clearly in my mind was the ocelot. I imagined to be a two-legged ocelot ... slim and beautiful. I felt like standing in front of a picture in a museum and there was a second person watching it with me. It was her!
"You want to look like that?" ,she asked me, fascinated by what she saw.
"I could do that easily. Just keep this picture in your mind."
I do as she wished and clang mentally to this image. Suddenly It seemed to be the best idea ever to be a two-legged ocelot. Unexpectedly, a foreign force took control of this thought so that it felt like a dream. I melted like snow in the sun. After this, some kind of huge syringe came and sucked me up. It was so bizarre that I could not feel fear at all. The voice of the female werewolf echoed through this dream like the voice of god.
"Don't be worried, honey. It's all part of the procedure."
The picture transformed into a mold and I was poured into it until I was filled in completely. After this my substance was pressed to the form as if an anti-magnet was placed into the middle of the mold. Then I was hardened until my rubbery substance had a slightly softer consistence as human flesh. Now I was complete and the mold cracked open. My eyes opened slowly and I saw the female werewolf, that hanged floppy over the bathtub like a defeated boxer. The ball still rested in her lap.
"Inflate me again, my dear." she whispered weakly.
She looked like as if she breathed her last. I bent over worried and squeaking like a rubbery toy. Amazed, I looked down and what I saw cut my breath. I was really made of rubber! Every inch of my body was made of rubber painted with the fur color of an ocelot.
"This is a dream! It must be a dream." ,I whispered stunned.
She grinned weakly while I touched my whole body and my stunned face expression changed slowly into a broad grin. My body was more massive than the werewolf's. The air in me was not solely responsible for the stability of my body. I bent over hastily and kissed her droopy muzzle, partly because of thankfulness, partly because I wanted to help her. She sucked some air out of my body so that she became stronger. However, I became sick and and pushed her away frightened. "What the heck are you doing?" ,I shouted in fear.
"Don't be worried!" ,she calmed me, "You are the father of my child, I won't suck out your whole air. I just need to gain enough strength to breathe myself. It won't hurt you at all, because you are a different design."
She put back her head and breathed slowly and constantly until the rubber of her limbs was tight again and she could move with her full strength. The yellow ball seemed to notice the regeneration of his mother and it reacted at once. Our son formed out of this ball!
The yellow ball liquefied and small arms with four little fingers pressed out of it, grasping spacy. Miranda hold her small finger over her son and he grabbed it. Then the wolf-like feet pressed out of the ball. But why is our small one yellow? It was a strange color, especially for a wolf cub. Perhaps a result of the pool toys Miranda had devoured.
Then the tail followed the other limbs out of the ball. It had a really balloon-like look and wagged happily, tickling its mother's upper leg. She chuckled quietly and hugged the small one whereupon his head came out with a 'pop'. It was a wolf's head with chubby cheeks and big, bright violet eyes that watched me. The little cub smiled sweetly. Warmth flooded my heart that I felt every time one of my children was born. I stroked his head and kissed his forehead, generating loud squeaking sounds. He struggled with his feet and smiled broadly, so that a bit of his air escaped. His rubber became visible droopy whereupon his mother turned his head kindly, kissed him and blew some air into his little mouth.
"Look at him. Isn't it the sweetest little creature you've ever seen?" ,she whispered spellbound.
I don't know what to answer, so I just nodded with a broad, hearty smile on my lips. Then she passed him, our sweet little cub, to me and I squeezed him carefully against my chest. I rubbed my cheek at his and felt so much happiness and pride. The little one started to suck at my ocher painted rubbery neck. After this, his glance wandered to the bottom of the bathtub. It pointed at the rubber that this mother has spilled. He seemed to be hungry. I put him down and he drank the whole substance until his little belly became really huge and his body looked like a orb with legs, arms, a tail and a head.
"Is it a boy or a girl? I can't see it." ,I asked Miranda while watching the little one with a smile.
"It's none at all. It will be decided by it when it's adult. So you've got the free choice when you want to propose a name. Do you have one already? I can't think of one." ,Miranda explained.
"Let's name him ... umm .... what do you think about 'Stanley'?" ,I asked her.
She agreed and put the little, ball-like wolf cub back into her arms. I laid down beside her and and hugged her. I had a new task in life: I had to care for a family.
So we sat together: my new animal family and me, latterly a rubbery ocelot that walks on two legs, in my bathtub. Miranda got her humanity back, but our love life did not stayed as savage as it is. Much better! It became even wilder.
You little Stanley was grown up in only 2 months! He decided to be a man. He would have been a nice woman, too because of his rough and female charm that he inherited by his mother.
This strange family story was really inspiring for me so that I was able to write whole tomes containing fantasy stories about creatures like us. A big group of people called my stories innovative, freaky and of high quality. I could enlarge my small, pretty blockhouse by the money I earned with the stories. I have a big circle of fans but when I had to go to meet those fans I had to transform into a human. Otherwise I could have really unpleasing consequences for me and my family. You could imagine that the government would become really curious and would like to make some tests to find out how our bodies work. My boss was really happy about the big income my stories produced. Mine and his family are celebrating Christmas together. The first time was a big shock for them, though.
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