Last Night
#1 of Bunny Boy Shorts
A short but intensely kinky story. Contains diapers, gender-bending, and transformation of various sorts.
Toby woke sluggishly, his mind sleep-fogged. There was a light pressure on all sides of the bunny, like he was wrapped in a sleeping bag.
Where was he? He didn't remember going camping anywhere.
Not only that, but he was damp all over; this, at least, was a familiar feeling. He'd been incontinent for years, and used to wake up to a wet bed all the time, before he'd finally found the perfect leak-proof diaper. Sure, the diaper was slightly cursed, in that you couldn't really take it off again, but it also magically emptied itself, which made up for at least some of the hassle.
Now, though, the bunny could feel his entire body was slightly moist, almost like he'd somehow managed to get the diaper off last night, and had now flooded...whatever this bag he was in. This was starting to get weird.
It was still dark, even as he tried to open his eyes. No, not completely dark. There was light, very faint, coming from a concentrated spot just ahead of him. Toby stirred, some more feeling coming back to his body. He still couldn't feel his arms or legs, but he thought they might just be trapped against the sides of the bag. Maybe he could slide outward from the bag, especially if it was wet.
He flexed his entire body, and felt something stiffen, and he slid partways out of the odd cocoon. As he did, the whole world around him shifted. The surface the bunny was laying on rumbled sideways slightly, and he felt like he was about to roll down the sudden hill, but he realized his feet were somehow still anchored.
This was just a momentary distraction, however. As the surface settled down again, the bunny got a better look at his surroundings, and was even more confused. Some small sense of gravity returned, and he felt that he was laying on his back on a fluffy expanse of dark gray. His face pressed lightly against something soft and moist, lit from behind by faint yellow light.
He tried to turn and look down towards his feet, but his head seemed stiff, unwilling to bend. The bunny could only peer out at the yellow light, finding it comforting and somehow familiar. To either side of his head he could just barely make out points where the 'ceiling' came down to meet the gray, in rippling translucent gauze.
A small part of his memory from the previous night jarred loose and came back to him.
"Hey, want to have the first ride?" Brit waggled a large purple feeldoe at Toby. The gray wolf girl held the L-shaped dildo against her crotch and thrust forward suggestively. "I know you usually like boys, but...you could pretend I'm one!"
Toby chuckled. "Oh, like that will be hard. Uh, pun intended. You've always wanted a cock of your own, Brit, you're the most boyish girl I know. Now you have one, and you want to test it on your closest friend? I'm flattered!" He turned and slid his padded rump up against the feeldoe's thrusting tip, plastic against plastic.
"Oh, trust me. This one's supposed to transfer all the same sensations of having a real dick. And I know what you like to do with hard dicks." Brit held the toy up and lavished attention on it with her tongue, sliding it up and down the shaft.
The bunny took another pull from his third bottle of beer. "Oh, so it's magical? You know you have to be careful with stuff like that." He patted the front of his sealed diaper. "Fortunately for you, I still have a perfectly serviceable mouth!"
Brit lifted one clawed finger and hooked it into the D-ring on the bunny's collar, tugging him towards the bedroom. "Great! Come along then, toy."
Toby giggled. "Yes Ma'am! I mean, Sir."
The wolf waggled the 8-inch plastic feeldoe. "Better make that Sir."
Beyond that, the bunny only remembered a few more beers for both of them, and lots of whimpering and whining as he serviced the wolf's new member with his muzzle. Apparently the magic worked wonders, transmitting sensation from the plastic surface to the wolf's nervous system as if it were actual skin.
Then they figured out that the hole in the back of Toby's diaper not only fit his tail, but also stretched to fit anything else coming in. Brit discovered the joys of pegging, and past that everything in Toby's memory was lost in a haze of wild drunken sex.
The surface under him shifted again, rolling and bouncing a little, then settling back down. Toby suddenly recognized what he was laying on...and stuck inside. Under him was gray fur, and pressing down on his face was a very wet, very large diaper.
The shock of this realization made him stiffen, and more of him slid out onto the fur. He still couldn't see his feet, but they felt attached to something below. The wetness he felt all around him made sense now, and he thought he knew whose fur it was too. The question remained: how had he gotten stuck here? If this was Brit's fur--and who else could it have been?--she didn't normally wear diapers.
As he was pondering this, another new sensation passed through him. A shiver ran up his body, and he felt suddenly full from the inside. Moments later, his mouth opened up, and liquid poured out of it. He quivered with the feeling--he had no control over the sudden muscle movement, but it didn't feel like vomiting either. This just felt natural, and just as involuntary as... as... his incontinence had been.
He jerked again, stiffening with pleasure. He was starting to feel taut, stretched out both in length and width. This was another familiar feeling, though he'd never experienced it across his entire body. He knew what had happened, now.
Pressed against the squishy padding, straining for release, he felt more than heard Brit's voice from somewhere above him. "Oh, uh, I see you're awake too. Um, hi, Toby." A light pressure from outside the diaper, pushing him against the wolf's stomach, caressing the outline made in the plastic.
He was swollen near to bursting, and it felt so incredible. He tried to concentrate on the words Brit was saying, but his whole body throbbed, suddenly become morning wood. Brit continued, "I only kinda remember last night, but... I guess the magic shop didn't lie. The feeldoe really does feel realistic, and... well, it's certainly real now. I didn't expect it to, um, turn you into...well, this."
The wolf boy stroked the padding, squeezing in all the right places. Toby was fully erect now, and he could even feel the knot beneath, preventing him from slipping back into the sheath he'd mistook for a sleeping bag. His head slid up and down inside the wet padding, getting closer to the waistband but not poking through the elastic.
Brit added more pressure, groaning a little, obviously feeling the same good sensations as the former bunny. "Mmmf. The least I can do...rrrrowr. Is give you a good time. Because... I'm sorry, I was drunk, and shocked, and forgot that...your diaper was also cursed. And it was the only one you had... " Her paws rubbed back and forth faster and faster across the outer plastic.
Toby was nearly lost in the pleasure of the moment, but what Brit was saying finally sunk into what passed for his brain. His diaper must have fallen off after he... oooh, his whole body was tingling now. She must have inherited his incontinence, and didn't want to keep wetting uncontrollably all the time, so... so close, so close! He stiffened even further, mouth open and dribbling something clear. This was so distracting, he only wanted to come, not think about his situation.
In fact, his conscious thought was starting to fade entirely, his memories collapsing around him, draining into the rising surge of pleasure. He wanted so badly to explode into the padding, but...there was something important he needed to remember! The heat, the pressure, the slick wetness pushed against his face, the loud rustling of the outer plastic sealing him in... sealed in... oh!
A sudden rush of energy wracked his body from the base all the way up through his mouth, which spurted thick white stickiness into the diaper's waiting bulk. His body arched and pulsed, pumping more and more cum around him, as he experienced the orgasm with every fiber of his body. His awareness narrowed down to the present, as his long-term memories of ever being a bunny boy drained away. He was doubly trapped, deep within sealed padding and attached to the new sheath of a wolf boy, but...he was so happy with it. This was his purpose now, his life.
Panting, Brit gently stroked the front of the padding. His cock twitched a little in post-orgasm sensitivity. Almost like...well, it actually did have a mind of its own. It was a pity that the diaper blocked most of the fun Brit might go out and have with other boys, but...maybe there was a way to get the diaper off, eventually. The bunnycock, however... he didn't want to reverse that spell even if it were possible. Besides, wasn't the bunny basically where he always wanted to be?
Brit gave himself a squeeze, and shivered. He was ready to go again, so soon? This was going to be fun.