Uninvited Guests
Uninvited Guests. (By: DSvid13
(NC/TF/fursuits/plush/pool toys/oh my Lord this story is long!!)
*don't worry, I won't feel bad if you just want to skip to the good parts ;) *
Jogging along an empty suburban street at 3am, John strained under the weight of the two cases of beer tucked under his arms. Sweat ran down his brow as he came to a stop, panting heavily. He heard the thudding of footsteps from behind as his girlfriend, followed by four of others came to a stop beside him. Twisting his next, John peered back down the street. He gasped breathlessly when he spotted a blue and red light in the distance moving slowly toward them. John motioned his friends to follow him, darting from the street and out of plain sight. Out of the corner of his eye he caught glimpse of the squad car still rolling towards them, their spotlight shining on each house as they passed. Panicking, John turned and hopped the nearest fence, a low ivy covered wall which surrounded a grandiose mansion. Following suit, the five others dived over after him, landing with a succession of thuds near John in the soft grass. Laying motionless, the group hid at the base of the wall, exchanging worried glances as the police searchlight swept over their heads. The light scanned slowly as a CB radio crackled, the police mere feet from the teens. After what seemed like an eternity, the police gave up their search and moved on. Sighing a collective sigh of relief, the group laughed uneasily. John tore open a case of beer, cracking open a can of the lukewarm brew before taking a gulp. He sighed. This night was just going from bad to worse.
Tonight was going to be perfect; John had thought when the evening began. He was picked up his girlfriend Vanessa on his way to his friend Taylor's place, the site of the biggest party of the year. The bash was going well until the police received an anonymous tip about underage drinking at the party. When the cops arrived, John grabbed Vanessa and escaped out the back window with four other friends, just before the cops could reach them. Seeing their escape, a squad car had been sent to hunt them down. They had narrowly avoided being spotted twice before they tumbled over the wall and found themselves in this place, wherever it was. John was tired, bruised, and worst of all, sober. Pounding his fist into the soft dirt in frustration, he cursed under his breath. As he stewed in his frustration, he froze as he looked up at his surroundings. Though dark, John could see that they currently were sitting in the middle of a lavishly well kept yard, the great expanse of cool grass leading up to the house, with what looked like running foxes sculptures carved from shrubs dotting the yard. The full moon illuminated the exterior of the house, though inside was pitch black, with no sign of people inside. The house itself was tall and Victorian, standing two stories high, with a pair of steep roofs on opposite ends with a long staircase leading though the yard to the oaken front door...the door which was wide open. John blinked. "Hey guys! Check this out!" he whispered as he stood up, making a beeline for the front door. Seeing his exuberance, his friends smiled and chased after, tromping loudly up the steps and into the open door after John.
"Uh, John...this is your aunt's place, right?" Ian asked, shaking a bit.
John laughed. "No, but that's not the point. The point is that nobody's home. The house and the garage are empty. You know the rich types ? they have five homes, so most of their places go empty all year. We have beer to drink and cops to avoid. This place is perfect! Ian, it's not like we're gonna trash the place. There looks like there's a storm brewing, and it's no fun running from the cops in pouring rain. We'll just stay here tonight, leave tomorrow morning just like nothing happened. Trust me." He slung a beer at Ian, who caught it in his chest. Smiling weakly, he cracked it open and sipped it uneasily.
"Well, I guess it's not so bad," Ian admitted. "Biff, what do you think?"
Grunting, Biff shrugged his heavy shoulders, sloshing his half full beer can. "Don't care. Want beer." The can almost disappeared in his massive fist as he slung it back, throwing the empty can against the wall.
Shivering, Erika rubbed her elbows and looked around. "This place just weirds me out. But, I think it'd be for the best if we hung out for a while to avoid the cops."
"Sure, why not!" Alex cheered as he toasted his beer, which sloshed heavily as it hit against Tim's can. Tim and Alex were always enthusiastic about anything which involved booze.
"Alright then, it's decided. Vanessa, you and I will go call to see if we can't get more people over here. Erika, if you and Biff should figure out how the lights work so we can see a little bit better. Alex and Tim, you check the rest of the place out to see if there's any liquor cabinet or something we could borrow from."
"Right!" The two barked in unison, stumbling off in separate directions.
"See honey," John squeezed Vanessa at the hip, grinning broadly. "I told you this would turn out ok."
"I don't know John. I've seen enough Scooby Doo episodes to know to stay away from creepy mansions at night." Vanessa pulled away, twirling her jet black hair around a finger nervously, "Besides, I really don't like this. We don't even know who owns this place!"
Calming her fears, John held his girlfriend and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry Vanessa. Nothing is going to happen...I promise."
Bouncing off the walls like a pinball, Tim stumbled up the stairs as he drank his beer. Coming to the top of the staircase he turned into a long hallway, completely dark except for a deep crimson glowing from under the one of the doors. Curiously, he approached the door. Hearing nothing inside, he tested the knob and found it unlocked. Turning it slowly, Tim pushed it open with a loud creaking. A single red light lit the room, revealing lush carpeting and an overstuffed velvet chair which faced a roaring fireplace set in the wall.
There must have been someone here to light that fire, Tim thought. He called out loudly, belching loudly in the process. Hearing no reply, he turned, but was stopped when a silky voice called out his name.
"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy." The voice seemed to chide, "You come into my house looking for a good time, and you have the audacity to bring that swill as an offering?" Tim looked at his beer. So what if it was five dollars a case; it did the job, didn't it?
*hic!* "Who said I was gonna give any to you anyways?" Tim slurred angrily.
Calmly, the silky female voice continued. "You kids really need to learn some manners. You don't just go barging into other people's houses uninvited, dear. And tonight, you just so happened to pick the wrong house to mess with." The chair creaked softly as a Tim saw a dainty silhouette step down from the chair. As the shadowy figure rose, Tim's jawed dropped. A pair of feminine yellow eyes stared at him intently from the center of a round pointed muzzle, its crimson fur fading to black at the tip of her ears. She was about five feet tall, slightly plump with smooth curves which accentuated her breasts and hips. Waggling her rump ever so slightly, her bushy tail flicked impatiently as she brought a black gloved hand to her face, rubbing her chin as she studied the boy. She was a fox no doubt, Tim thought, but how could she talk?
"Wh-what are you?" Tim stammered, backing away slowly from the vixen.
"I think the more important question, m'boy, is what you will be!" The fox turned quickly, dazzling the boy as her tail whacked him hard across his face. Tim rubbed his eyes, though he now found himself standing naked in front of the fox. As he attempted to cover his shame, he noticed the fox holding a large black and white tarp in her paws, which he quickly realized was an uninflated killer whale pool toy. Standing in a confused stupor, the fox flung the heavy plastic sheet over Tim, landing on his head like a net. Tim staggered backwards struggling to regain his balance, his hands flailing trying to free himself. He struggled fiercely, but it seemed that the more he fought to free himself, the more the vinyl clung to him. Despite pressing outward with his hands the smooth vinyl material just stretched tighter to his skin, covering his hands in tight mitts and rendering them useless. Catching a foot on a corner of the sheet, Tim fell flat on his back, the whale falling perfectly on top of him.
Trying to right himself, he tried to stand, but found the plastic had already wrapped itself tight around his legs. Tim struggled as the vinyl now enveloped him completely from head to toe, his hands and feet pushing out from the inside of the whale, its thick hide proving too strong to tear. Flopping like a fish out of water, the baggy whale toy prevented him from even standing up. His world now pitch black, the cool feel of the vinyl covering his body intensified as Tim flailed helplessly, no idea as to what was happening to him. Amidst the endless crinkling of his vinyl prison, he heard the vixen speak.
"Poor, silly humans. Your better judgment would have kept you out of my mansion, but it was your addiction for your liquor that has brought you here." Tim only partly listened to her words, still flopping around blindly inside his cocoon. "Now, I will use your addiction to teach you a lesson." The vixen's sultry voice sounded almost giddy. Hearing her soft footfalls leading away, Tim was left in silence inside the whale. He struggled around as the plastic swished loudly in his ears, though above the sound of his struggles he heard a more rhythmic whooshing noise.
Stopping his movement, he listened harder, now sure he heard a noise. Straining his ears, he heard the sound of air rushing, over and over, in a pattern. Like someone was using an air pump. The whoosing continued, intensifying now as he felt the suit begin to loosen slightly, his body now lifted off the ground on a cushion of air. Probing with his flippers, he felt his chest and realized that the whale was being pumped up. The suit bulged and crinkled as more air rushed in, though Tim felt the inside start to get tighter. The air poured in quickly now as the vinyl began to press inward on Tim's body. Moving his hands, he found he could only bend at the wrist, the tight vinyl locking his arms in place.
As the images of the past few minutes began to sink in, Tim realized what was happening. He was being blown up *inside* of a giant whale pool toy. Only this whale seemed to have two layers, meaning that as the toy inflated the inner lining pressed inwards with the same pressure. Realizing his predicament too late, the partially inflated orca wiggled onto its back. His pudgy plastic flippers waved wildly in the air, his body lifting higher off the ground as the pressure increased, pinning him firmly in the middle of the whale. As he filled out more, the inner suit conformed to his body like a vacuum. Straining against the pressure encompassing him, he felt himself go rock hard as the smooth plastic rubbed back and forth against his cock. The vinyl sucked perfectly around his member, pumping harder as he struggled, filling him with a mix of fear and pleasure.
Now a full 8 feet long, the over-inflated whale jiggled as its victim struggled about deep within, a slight wiggling of the fat flippers the only evidence of the boy inside. Floating in his hollow prison, the sound of air came to an abrupt halt. Tim heard the vixen's paw patting the whale's drum-tight skin, tracing its way down the outer whale belly as Tim lay helplessly on his back. Her paw came to rest in the middle of his belly, the fox pressing a finger down into the whale. Her paw followed, seeming to squeeze through the plastic skin and sinking into the toy. With a gasp he felt a sharp pressure on his cock, the vixen taking his package firmly in her soft paw, each paw pad playing over his sensitive balls.
"Now, my dear Timothy, you look much better, and much more well behaved too, I must say. There may be hope for you yet, my young man" Tim grumbled and flopped helplessly as the fox teased him. She drew her muzzle close to the orca's head, whispering smoothly. "Now, all we have to do is set the evening into motion." She squeezed his cock intently, the boy bucking wildly from the pleasure, trying to escape her grasp, but to no avail. She spoke in low tones, brushing his plastic hide. "Yes, you're going to be my fat little orca tonight, Tim. You're going to help me have some fun, aren't you?" She pawed at his cock, squeezing tight then loosening her grip, manipulating him like so much puddy in her paws.
"You just love to be filled up all big, don't you Timothy? The bigger, the better. Isn't that right, my orca?" She fondled his cock intently as the boy melted at the feeling. His arousal blended perfectly with the cool tight feeling all around him, the boy now lost in pleasure, heaving his body against the orca, feeling the vinyl inside wrapped tight around his hands in a flipper. Her voice seemed to be calling to him from a distance, encouraging him, coaxing him lovingly. It did feel good to be enclosed this tight he thought, to feel the overwhelming pressure all around him. As his mind swam in a blissful stupor, he mused how wonderful it was to be an orca, and how fun it would be to fill himself up even more. As he floated the voice echoed ever louder, telling him what a good toy orca he was....how big and cute...The voice was booming in his ears now as a light began to shine in his eyes, growing brighter and brighter, seeming to encompass him. The vixen's paws played deftly on his cock as his arousal grew, waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He fought to control the intense feelings flooding his mind, to think rationally, but the feeling was too much for him. He moaned and writhed, bucking against the vixen's paws like an animal in heat. As his body neared climax, he shut his eyes hard, reveling in the feeling of the vixen's paws and the whale all around him, holding him snugly inside.
In one momentous flash of light an orgasm rocked his body, his cock bursting as the soft paws reached a crescendo on his throbbing member. Holding his breath, he felt the frenzied orgasm wash over him like a wave breaking onto shore before receding, taking his willpower in its wake.
The vixen stepped back from her victim, placing a hand aside her hip as she gently stroked her whale. His fat body crinkled and folded as the tail flopped happily, the black and white toy whale arching its body in an attempt to nuzzle up to the vixen. Pushing him away gently with her paw, she patted him on the back gingerly.
"Perhaps I made this one a bit too....eager." the vixen said to herself. "Well, it should make for a good start to a fun evening." Cackling, the vixen turned her back, her bushy tail flicking excitedly as she faded into the shadows.
Having settled down, John and his friends all sat on plush couches in a circle in a far room of the house. The rain had started up lightly outside, making them happy they had chosen this warm house for refuge. They finished off a beer after beer, chatting loudly about nothing in particular. As the conversation lapsed momentarily, Ian shifted around, rattling his near-empty beer can. Staring into it, he thought hard. More beer!
"This place needs more beer," Ian said, "and more people. I think I'm going to head out and try to corral some folks and bring them on over here."
"Good idea," John replied, "and see if you can get Tamyra Simmons over here too...she's hot!" His girlfriend glared at him and gave him a hard nudge in the ribs.
Ian stood up and walked out into the entryway, closing the door quietly behind him. Another silence befell the group. Looking around idly, Alex couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
"Hey...where's Tim?" he asked.
Erika shrugged. "I dunno. I thought he went upstairs a while ago to look for more beer."
"Well, if he found any, he better not be drinking it without me!" Jumping up, Alex tossed his empty can to the ground, making his way up the stairs in the same fashion his friend had. Coming to the darkened hallway, he was immediately drawn to the red light. Stumbling down the long hallway he came to the door, which was ajar slightly. Pushing it open, he stomped into the room, ready to tackle his friend. But when he got inside the room was empty, except for a huge pool toy sitting in the middle of the floor.
"What the...." was all Alex could think to say as he approached the toy. Nearly as tall as he was and fully inflated, the whale took up a good portion of the small room. It was amazingly lifelike for a toy whale; its bright blue eyes inset in the plastic while the mouth was partly open, revealing a dark red tongue inside. Curiously, Alex reached down and patted the muzzle of the whale, not quite sure if he was imagining it or not. His fingers sank into the whale's vinyl skin as he pressed down, assuring him it was real. Still somewhat dumbfounded at the presence of the whale, Alex began laughing, thinking how ridiculous it was to find a pool toy in this random room. Giggling, he started poking the muzzle teasingly, spouting incoherent taunts as his beer sloshed in his hand.
Rearing back to kick the whale, Alex stepped forward and launched his foot at the orca's snout. In a flash, the whale's immense maw opened, flashing its brilliant red inner lining once before snapping down hard on Alex's thigh. Kicking to get his leg free, the whale clamped its jaws tightly around Alex's leg, thrashing its head back and forth to catch him off balance. Alex pounded at the pool toy furiously, but his fists just bounced off harmlessly. Frustrated and exhausted, Alex shouted for help and tried desperately to pry himself free from the whale's bite, but it soon became clear that he wasn't going anywhere.
As Alex mulled over his options, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Twisting his body around as much as he could, he found himself face to face with tall full-figured anthro vixen, her muzzle wrought with a wicked grin.
"Oooh...look what my trap has brought me this time!" She inspected the boy, clucking disapprovingly.
"You're a puny catch, that's for sure. Unfortunately for you, this isn't catch and release." She stood next to the boy, grinding her hips into his pelvis firmly as she took his chin in her paw roughly. Staring deeply into Alex's frightened eyes, the vixen contemplated his fate.
"I've got just the thing for you, m'lad." She winked and snapped her fingers together, a flash of light blinding his eyes. He felt a light draft as tatters of his clothes began to fall to the floor piece by piece. Standing cold and naked, Alex shivered, his leg still embedded in the orca's maw.
He noticed the vixen was still facing him, though now she carried something heavy in her hands. Without a word she lifted the object to his neck, quickly wrapping her paws around him and securing a lock with a click. The fox recoiled her arms, leaving behind a heavy leather studded collar with a miniature barrel which hung heavily on the collar, straining his neck. The collar hung very loose around his neck, though the weight of the barrel and the whale attached to his leg prevented Alex from pulling it off.
"Mmmmmmm," the vixen murrred, "you've always been quite the booze hound, haven't you Alex? I suppose this won't be much of a change for you then, though you might have to get used to drinking a can of beer with big fluffy paws." She squeezed his chin in her paws and shook his head playfully.
"Enjoy!"
Before Alex could protest the fox spun around, her tail flickering as she again faded into the darkness. Before he could collect his thoughts his leg was pulled out from under him, the whale taking advantage of his momentary reprieve. Alex fell directly on his ass as the whale opened his mouth again and lunged, catching Alex's second leg and clamping down on his waist.
The whale's smooth tongue tasted the boy greedily, wrapping around his legs and pulling him further into its throat. In spite of himself Alex found that he was now wholly aroused, the feeling of the whale's blubbery tongue massaging his thighs making him rock hard. Ignoring his excitement, Alex tugged at his collar, the heavy barrel pinning Alex's neck to the ground as the whale slowly pulled him in, his free hand pushing futilely against the snout of the whale. Thrashing its head from side to side, the pool toy made quick work of the boy, sucking him completely into its mouth in two gulps. Closing his jaws around the boy, Alex found himself in total darkness, lying flat on the inflated tongue of the whale.
Alex heard a rumble and the walls around began to undulate, the motion pulling Alex deeper into the throat. The sound of squeaking vinyl filled his ears as the tongue bathed Alex in a light coat of a slimy substance, as if trying to get one last taste before he was pulled into the stomach.
Helpless to the walls surrounding him on all sides, Alex was pulled deeper into the whale. His toes squeezed through an opening into a larger compartment, made of the same slightly sticky vinyl that now engulfed him. His body was soon fully forced into the stomach, forcing Alex to curl up to fit inside. The lining of the belly pressed in from all sides, though not tightly, like he was trapped inside a deflated balloon.
Sitting in total darkness, Alex instinctively looked for a way out, finding the opening had closed up tight. His struggles only seemed to delight the whale, who now churred happily and rolled around, its fat flippers rubbing over the bulge in its belly. As the whale's movement increased, Alex noticed the walls getting stickier, a heavy musk from the scent of vinyl filling his nose. Feeling himself getting drowsier with each inhalation, Alex became light headed as his body started tingling suddenly. The walls began to ooze liquid vinyl now, each drop numbing Alex's skin as it coated him in the goo. Unable to see, Alex felt his arms begin to swell up, followed by his legs and feet. Writhing blindly, he squirmed as he felt dizzier and dizzier, his body seeming to grow larger layer by layer while the walls melted onto him. The collar was the only thing seeming to weigh him down. Barely conscious of his own body, Alex's mind floated as a light fluffy feeling washed over him. The collar around his neck began to throb lightly, the dull feeling slowly spreading down his neck and across his chest. As it passed over his body, the throbbing left a kind of pressure where it touched, like being pinned beneath a down pillow. As the throbbing subsided, the light pressure remained, encompassing his entire body in a soft feeling. Wiggling his hands, Alex was vaguely aware that his fingers had been bound into a single mitt somehow. Trying to focus his thoughts, Alex found he couldn't concentrate, his brain drifting blissfully as his collar began to throb again, this time more intense and centered in his head. His body jerked as the throbbing got more intense, his head feeling as if it was being stuffed into a bag of cotton.
At last the throbbing stopped all together, giving Alex a chance to catch his breath. Now completely silent, he shifted his body around in a renewed effort to escape. The walls of his prison were much softer now, and didn't seem to be constricting him as much now. He wriggled around, feeling only the yielding touch of plush enveloping him.
Sensing his movement, Alex felt the whale shift, rolling onto its belly. The stomach walls began to rumble, jostling Alex violently. In one massive retch the stomach turned itself inside out, forcing Alex from the whale's belly up the throat and out of the mouth, tumbling along the carpet and crashing into the far wall in a heap.
Disoriented, Alex tried to right himself, rolling onto his elbows. Though he was now out of the whale he still didn't feel quite right, the soft feeling was still surrounding him. Looking down, he gasped. His hands were now shaped like dogs paws, white and bulbous. Turning his hand over he flexed his fingers, finding thick pink pads adorning his palms which made his whole paw as fat as it was wide, and impossibly immobile. He tried standing up, straining under the weight of the heavy fursuit covering him before finally righting himself, standing up on his two hind paws.
Still wobbly, Alex looked around. His vision scanned past the whale sit lying on the ground, pausing as he spotted a mirror hanging on the back of the door. Looking back from the mirror was a huge puppy dog, a St. Bernard to be exact, with all white fur except for a large brown spot on his back. The same oaken barrel hung on his collar below his round drooping face, the boy's eyes looking out from behind the dog's heavy set brown eyes. He yelled for help, but as the words escaped his throat he felt a tightening in his collar, his cry escaping as a dog's bark.
He fumbled feebly at the collar with his oversized paws, hardly noticing the fox sneak up from behind. She pressed a single finger to his collar, an icy shock immediately shooting up his spine, the numbing feeling quickly spreading throughout his head. Too stupefied to resist, Alex found he now couldn't concentrate at all, quickly forgetting where he was or even who he was for that matter in the fog of his mind. While his thought wandered a gentle hand tugged at his collar, forcing the St. Bernard to squat down, the dog perching comfortably on his padded forepaws. Feeling only the soft warmth around him, Alex again looked in the mirror. Staring back at him was the same pudgy white dog, pink tongue lolling out of its mouth. Alex cocked his head curiously, seeing the dog looking at him with the same look of wonder. He smiled, his tail wagging behind him as the St Bernard wagged along happily.
"Good puppy! Who's my good puppy?" Alex watched as the vixen approached the puppy in the mirror, scratching behind his ears. Alex whimpered as she scratched him, the huge dog wagging its tail and nuzzling her paw as her claws scratched him. In his mind, he saw himself as that puppy in the mirror. Barking happily, he pawed the air innocently. He was a good puppy! Looking up at the vixen admiringly, the dog waited for his master's command.
She smiled evilly.
"Now fetch!"
Downstairs, while in the middle of a brain-challenging game of Go Fish, Biff felt a desire growing inside him, a kind of painful longing. He took a long gulp of beer, trying to deduce what he was feeling inside. The urge grew stronger and more intense, until at last Biff could take it no more. He had to act!
"I gotta pee."
Slowly the hulking teen arose, still tipsy from the 12-pack he had just consumed.
"Ok Biff," John replied, rolling his eyes. "But maybe this time you should find a toilet. I don't think that houseplant needs any more watering."
Biff furled his brow at John and nodded slowly. Turning, he lumbered towards the stairs, the ground shaking slightly with each step. Biff wasn't the sharpest tack in the box, but he was surprisingly gentle in spite of his hulkish appearance. Besides, he didn't talk much and seemed to intimidate everyone around him, which is why John liked having him around. Conversely, Biff liked being around John because he always knew where to find food and beer.
In a series of heavy thuds Biff climbed the staircase. A single drop of drool dangled from his mouth while he fantasized about peeing and drinking beer. He reached the top and rounded the corner into the dimly lit hallway, eyes straining for any sign of a bathroom. Out of the darkness he was suddenly struck in the chest by something heavy, knocking him hard onto his back. When Biff regained his senses he found a large dog on top of him nuzzling him intently.
"Doggy." Biff said very matter-of-factly. He reached out to scratch behind the dog's ear when it leaped off of him. The dog turned around quickly and began ramming into Biff with his head, trying with all its might to push him.
"You want me to go somewhere doggy?" Biff smiled. Dogs were much easier to figure out than people. Pulling himself up, Biff started down the hallway, the St Bernard circling his feet eagerly and nudging him into the last doorway in the hall. Ducking to fit under the frame, Biff found himself in a small carpeted room with a chair, a lamp, and a large inflatable whale on the floor. He scratched his head. Turning around he felt the dog nudging him closer forcefully.
"Bad dog!" Biff swatted clumsily behind him, but the dog kept pushing him towards the orca. Surprised that the dog was able to move even him, Biff turned to see what he was being pushed towards. However, instead of the whale his eyes met with a set of deep yellow eyes, staring directly at him.
"Au contraire, my good man," The vixen shook her finger. "This is a very good dog!" The St. Bernard padded over, squatting beneath her as she scratched his ears absently, his tail wagging wildly.
Her gaze returned to the boy. Standing before him, she studied Biff intently from head to toe like a buyer inspecting a horse. "My, aren't you a big fellow?"
Biff stared back in silence, utterly confused.
"Ah, the silent type I see." She pondered. "Well, if you can't entertain my intellectual side, I can at least make you into something more pleasing to the eye. You just need the proper accessories."
Biff watched as the vixen pulled a shimmering pink ribbon from behind her back and tossed it nonchalantly into the air. A wind current seemed to catch the ribbon, the long pink strand wafting lazily towards the boy. Biff stood in awe as he watched the pretty ribbon dance around him over and over, grinning and clapping loudly. It snaked its way around his neck, wrapping over itself again and again as if drawn by invisible hands. When the ribbon finally stopped, Biff turned to the mirror and saw that tied to his neck was a large pink PVC ribbon, wrapped into an exquisite bow. Grunting, he immediately grabbed at the bow with both hands trying to rip it from his neck, but the slick material just stretched in his hands as he pulled, the knot tightening and choking him.
The vixen let the boy struggle a bit, trying not to laugh out loud at the sight of this oaf struggling helplessly to remove her magic pink bow. She took great pride in her work, and although this wasn't the most difficult of humans to trick, she was enjoying herself nonetheless. Now bored of the struggling simpleton, the vixen placed a hand to her hip and snapped nonchalantly with her other paw.
The big pink ribbon began to wiggle around Biff's neck moments before the two free ends shot out, lengthening endlessly as the tips of the thick PVC ribbon wrapped itself again and again around Biff's body. In less than 30 seconds the ribbon had covered the massive boy from head to toe, mummifying him in thick strips of pink PVC. The vixen couldn't help but laugh out loud now, the sight of his gigantic body struggling futilely in his hot pink prison was too much for her.
She held up a paw to Biff and squeezed the air, causing the ribbon to tighten itself around Biff, his body shape now clearly visible in his cocoon as he tensed against the pressure. The vixen unclenched her fist slowly, the cocoon expanding like a balloon as she opened her hand. By the time her paw was fully open, the cocoon resembled a large egg, now half again as big as it originally was. She let Biff stew in his prison, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited watching the cocoon wobble back and forth, coming to a slow stop as the last ounce of Biff's will drained from his body.
Snapping her fingers one last time, the binds of the cocoon now loosened a bit. The pink ribbon slowly retracted itself back into the bow from which it came, pulling away from Biff's body layer by layer. As the ribbon reeled itself in the vixen watched as her new toy unfurled, his pudgy pink feet and dull white claws coming into view. In under a minute the cocoon had fully reeled back into the bow, which now hung motionless on the neck of a gigantic pink fuzzy rabbit that used to be Biff.
The voluptuous fox grinned, quite satisfied with herself as she studied his new form. Standing over 8 feet tall and nearly as wide, Biff was covered with a thick coat of pink fur, save a patch of long powder blue fur on his chest. His padded haunches supported the girth of his belly, its padding nearly tripling the size of Biff's normal beer gut. The bunny held its pink mitten-like paws together cutely, his head cocked slightly, causing one floppy pink ear to hang down over his shoulder. Images of fluffy pink bunnies now frolicked inside the boy's noggin, his thoughts as happy and vacant as the expression on his rounded pink face. (The vixen noted, however, that controlling his mind seemed considerably easier than the rest of the lot...)
From the outside, Biff just looked like an overstuffed life sized pink bunny, his cute stuffed face and oversized pink bow made him irresistibly huggable. The vixen usually considered herself to be above trapping him in something this cute, but when she saw Biff, she couldn't help herself. He was just a bunny rabbit waiting to happen.
While the vixen stood admiring Biff with a guilty smile, the bunny began to hop lightly, clearly getting into the spirit of his character. Without warning the bunny reached its paws out for the fox, catching her off guard as he pulled her voluptuous body towards him. She pushed away as he cuddled her into his chest, her paws sinking into his soft belly. She pulled her paws from his gut and grabbed onto his forearms for support, prying herself free from his embrace. She shot out like a cork and landed on the floor with an ungraceful thud, picking herself up quickly before the bunny could snatch her up in his huge paws. Backing away, she scolded herself for being so careless, but she just couldn't be mad at that face.
During their transformations, the vixen attempted to return her subject to a state of innocence, instilling a sense of childlike wonder in her toys. She would always claim that this was her way of unleashing their brainwashed pop-cultured minds from their ultra repressed current state, but deep down she just knew it was more fun this way. Besides, when people got too set in their ways, they got predictable and boring. It never ceased to amaze the vixen how much of her victims' true personalities showed through *after* they had been transformed into a sex toy.
Laughing to herself, the vixen once again withdrew into the darkness. It was her time to sit back and watch now; she had provided the catalyst for the evening; now she would let her toys finish her work for her. She snapped her fingers one last time before she disappeared, flinging the door wide open like a trainer opening a lion cage. Now the real fun began...
Swaying back and forth on the overstuffed couch, John took healthy gulps of his beer as he held onto his girlfriend for support. Despite his drunkenness he could tell that something was definitely wrong. But still John tried to avoid the fact that most of his friends had disappeared into the house.
This fact actually worked out pretty well for John. He found himself alone in the room with two beautiful women, with all the beer he could want, now that his cohorts weren't here to bogard all the booze. He did think that it was kinda strange that they would be gone so long, but he figured they were big boys and could handle themselves.
The conversation lulled and John's mind raced with thoughts about his life and more importantly, Vanessa. He turned and hugged her tight, kissing her square on the forehead. Looking on, Erika smiled warmly and clasped her hands, letting out an inaudible 'awwwww!'
As she watched the couple absently Erika's thoughts wandered to Biff, whom she had her eye one for some time. She was confident that she could bring out his sensitive side, if she could ever get him to udder more than single syllables. As she thought of Biff, a silent alarm rang in her head. Where was he anyways? And the two other boys, for that matter...where had they gone? It had been over 30 minutes by her estimation, and this house wasn't *that* big that they couldn't have been through every room twice by now. Her own buzz was fading now, and she decided that she had enough of this house for one lifetime. Standing up, she cleared her throat loudly to get the attention of the lovebirds.
"Hey guys ? this has been fun and all, but I think it may be time for us to make ourselves scarce." She shivered, trying to hide her uneasiness. "I don't even want to know what kind of havoc the boys are causing upstairs."
John sighed, tightening his embrace on Vanessa.
"OK Erika, I guess fun is fun for one night. Why don't you go on and check on Biff and the rest, while Vanessa and I, uh, look for them in the kitchen."
John slyly nipped at her ear as he finished his sentence, having to intention of looking for anything except the back of Vanessa's throat. Erika had seen this drunken Casanova in the act many times, meaning she was on her own in the search. She grinned and shook her head at the two as they absconded to the kitchen, barely waiting to leave the room before a symphony of loud smacking emanated from their lips.
Erika stood motionless for a second as she watched the door swing closed, turning towards the stairs. Her face screwed up in utter confusion as she saw the oddest procession she had ever laid eye on making its way down the staircase. A fluffy white St Bernard with a brown patch on its back led the group. It looked normal enough but for the fact that it was standing on its hind legs, walking deftly down the stairs on his large thumping paws. Following a few steps behind was an 8' butterball of an Easter bunny, a pink bow bouncing atop his shoulders with each step it took, its pink claw tipped feet barely fitting on the stairs.
As she rubbed her eyes, the St Bernard hit the last stair, dropping to all fours in one smooth motion before leaping through the air and landing squarely on Erika's chest. Flying back from the blow, she skid along the carpet as a 200 pound pillow now lay on top of her. Leather paw pads pressed hard against her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. The dog pushed his cold vinyl nose into her cheeks as if sniffing her, his paws padding all over her chest sensually. She was positive now that he wasn't a real dog, but still wasn't sure what he was, besides overly friendly. She wasn't quite sure how to take this all in ? being nuzzled by a big fuzzy dog wasn't exactly an unpleasant situation, but it was a little strange for her liking.
The dog continued to pad at her chest, his soft fur rubbing against her breasts as he panted happily, his head cocking from side to side as he studied her intently. She felt a slight tingle as a warm feeling spread to where the dog's leather paw pads were rubbing, his touch softening the more he massaged her. In spite of the weirdness of it all she was actually kinda starting to enjoy this; she hadn't had a rub down this good in years. She even started to moan softly and writhe gently at the dog's touch, losing herself a bit in the moment.
Two fat pink paws reached out of the sky and wrapped around the dog, the St Bernard's paws drawing away from Erika as the bunny lifted him off the ground. Erika scrambled back a ways, watching as the dog playfully flailed his paws in the air while the bunny dropped him to the side and out of the way, the dog pawing at the rabbit in protest.
Erika sat and watched with a certain curiosity, her mouth hanging open. She touched her hand to her chest reflexively, but as her fingers fell upon her breast it sank in unnaturally. Prying her eyes from the scene before her, she craned her neck upwards to get a look. On her chest, where the dog had rubbed was a dinner plate sized patch of long purple fur. Her fingers tugged at the fur and her skin followed suit, pulling painfully as she tried to peel it off. Feeling the entire patch with her fingers, she rubbed along the edges, finding a small lip of unattached fur. She wedged her nail under the lip to pry it off, but the strands of the fur seemed to have woven into the outer layer of her skin. Bringing her head down for a closer look, she noticed that the edge of the fur seemed to be alive. The ends of the strands undulated gently as the minute fibers seemed to weave into itself ever so slowly, creating a stretchy but durable mesh like spandex sewn onto her body.. Long purple fur sprouted up in its wake as it spread, the patch growing slowly but surely.
Erika's lips mouthed a curse as she pulled and pulled at the foreign invader, tears coming to her eyes as she tried to tear the fur from her skin. She was at the point of hysterics now as emotions swirled inside her, whimpering pitifully as she sat on the ground in a heap. As tears streamed down her cheeks a large shadow stepped into view, looming large over her. Looking up, she saw the bunny reaching towards her, one fat paw cradling under her rump and lifting her off the ground like a sack of potatoes. The girl went limp, almost at the point of fainting, but the rabbit held her gently, pulling her to his bosom then pressing her head against his soft chest, his thick paws thumping as they patted her consolingly.
Erika looked up at the rabbit's face with a mix of warmth and fear, staring into the bunny's white plastic eyes. The bunny tilted his head, staring at her almost knowingly with a deep kind of caring behind its eyes. The plush bunny coddled her motherly, its thick paws sliding up and down her body, sending Erika in a series of writhing whimpers in spite of herself. She placed her hands squarely on his chest for support as its large paws stroked her like she was its pet. Getting a little too close for comfort, she began to pull away, but quickly found that her legs were firmly lodged inside the mass of the rabbit's belly. The bunny redoubled its efforts and squeezed her tight to its chest. Looking down, she saw that her bottom half had been engulfed by the belly of the plush rabbit, the fur seeming to reach out and wrap around her as she sank deeper into the blubbery mass.
All of this was really too much for her. Taking a deep breath, Erika let out a primal scream, pounding at her captor's chest and trying in vain to pull herself free. The soft fur gave way as she pushed with her hands, unable to create any leverage to free herself. The bunny just seemed to smile at her, its massive arms wrapping tighter around her as she almost disappeared in his warm embrace. She struggled for air, her head pressed hard against his soft fur, muffling her cries. As her world began to fade to black a jolt of force knocked her and the bunny forwards harshly. The pair crashed to the ground, Erika's fall padded by the bunny's squishy forearms. In the confusion the pink bunny loosened his grip around her, allowing her to scrabble for safety, hiding behind a tall backed leather chair. Looking back she saw the dog was perched proudly atop the bunny's back, the giant pink puffball squirming under him as the dog pounced around above it playfully.
Taking advantage of their momentary reprieve, Erika silently crawled towards the door to the kitchen, hoping to find Vanessa and John to help her. She stood up to walk at a lope, feeling something dragging behind her. Glancing down, her worst feelings were realized. Her entire lower half was covered in fur where she had been trapped in the bunny's belly, the fur sprouting from under her denim jeans and making them hug even tighter to her curvaceous form. A shiny purple tail flicked back and forth behind her, its flat spade-like tip flapping against her leg. Her feet now bulged out of her sandals, tipped with four bulbous black clawed toes that covered her own. The claws shone like polished onyx, contrasting with the ash grey fur that covered her foot. The fur followed her curves closely as it ran up her calf, as Erika was still able to see the muscle clearly underneath. She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down past her thigh, running her hand down the soft purple fur, shaped into a diamond pattern that covered her upper thigh to pronounce her now padded out thighs and hips. Like the fur on her chest, the fur was slowly creeping up her belly, changing colors perfectly as if revealing some preconceived pattern unfolding on her body.
The patch of purple fur on Erika's chest had since spread, now seeping down her arms and front side. The purple faded into grey and black making its way down her chest, leaving behind a thick purple mane that exaggerated her breasts, bulging out from her white tank top. The front side of her belly was the same ash grey as her feet surrounded on both sides by a slightly longer black fur which ran up her sides to her elbows, where the boundary of the fur currently lay. Leaning down, Erika picked her tail off the ground for closer inspection. She tugged at it; the tail itself seemed solid enough, like a taut rope covered in PVC holding its floppy pointed spade tip. Following the tail to its source Erika found it firmly rooted just above her ass, hanging down between her fuzzy butt cheeks. She found herself hyperventilating as she stared at her own tail, feeling like she was in a dream.
Taking her eyes off her new body, Erika glanced up in time to see both critters turn their attention to her. The St. Bernard hopped off the bunny, who picked itself up and stepped towards the girl. Panicking, Ericka stood and turned about face on her grey paws, taking two long strides towards the kitchen before bursting through the door, looking around wildly for her friends. The sounds of heavy thuds in the room behind her led her farther into the kitchen, past the counter and stove into the back room, where the smell of fresh laundry hung in the air.
Hearing sounds behind the wood slat door, Erika swung them open to find John and Vanessa locked at the lips. They both jumped back when they saw her, shielding their eyes against the light while Vanessa instinctively covered herself with her hands (in spite of the fact that she was still fully dressed.) They both looked at Erika with disbelief and a touch of anger at the intrusion. While they waited for her to catch her breath, Vanessa's eyes fell upon Erika's furred body. She gasped silently, tugging at her boyfriend's shirt to get his attention. John looked at her, then followed her pointing finger to Erika's torso. A large tuft of purple fur sprouted from the neck of her tank top, covering her shoulders and back. Short black fur ran down her arms to her elbows, where the purple started again and ran down her forearms to her hands. Her hands were still pink and fleshy, but the boundary between the two was rough, the purple fur seeming to be still spreading over her hands.
John was the first to speak, his open mouth tightening up in a wry grin. He didn't just fall off the turnip truck yesterday....he knew when he was the butt of a practical joke.
"Nice outfit, Erika! Doing some shopping in the fur remnant piles, I see?" He turned to Vanessa, who was slightly less amused.
Erika looked crushed. Sputtering for breath, she stammered uncontrollably. "N-n-n-no....you guys don't understand....there are weird things going on...I'm being changed into something...big pink bunny....help!!!"
She stood on the edge of fainting, teetering back and forth in front of their eyes. John and Vanessa could only stare at her, then each other, unsure of what the hell was going on. Vanessa reached out a hand to console her friend, patting her furred shoulder gingerly. Erika looked up at her and smiled weakly, happy to be among familiar people. Now calmed down, she opened her mouth to speak just as John and Vanessa saw two big paws reach out and grab her, pulling her away.
Erika's incoherent ramblings were beginning to make sense now as a gigantic pink bunny rabbit clutched the semi-furred girl to its chest, cuddling her tight. They watched aghast as Erika began to sink into the rabbit's chest, its belly fur wrapping around her figure completely as the stomach grew, bulging out to hold the girl. After a few moments, only Erika's head remained, her body now a lump in the rabbit's belly with her head sticking out its chest, fur collared around her neck tightly. She struggled to free herself, the belly pulsing and contorting, holding her in.
'Run!!!!' Erika screamed, the bunny placing a fat paw on top of her head. In one push Erika disappeared into the bunny's gut, the outline of her body still visible underneath the fur as she squirmed about. The bunny tilted backwards, its paws supporting its massive girth from underneath. John and Vanessa watched the satisfied look on the rabbit's muzzle in horror.
Without thinking twice the pair darted out of the laundry room, knocking past the bunny on opposite sides as they ran through the kitchen. John busted through the kitchen door at full stride into the living room, running face first into a wall of white fur. A bit dazed but still standing, John looked disbelievingly at the St. Bernard in a heap on the floor just for a moment before continuing on, following his girlfriend as she dashed through the living room and up the stairs. Rounding the top of the stairs, the couple came to a halt in a dark hallway.
"Vanessa, we need to get outta here." John put a hand to her shoulder, surprisingly calm. "But we can't leave anyone behind either."
He peeked around the corner to check on the critters, seeing them wandering around aimlessly downstairs.
"If Erika is any indication, then that rabbit and that dog are really our friends. Well, they're our brainwashed friends in big stuffed animal costumes, but still our friends." He paused, thinking about what he just said and realizing how surreal this all was.
"Whatever the hell is going on, we gotta get them out of there and get us out of here, and I mean now."
Vanessa turned away, shivering. "I told you we shouldn't have come here John..."
"I don't want to hear it!" he said angrily, stomping his foot down. "This is not the time, Vanessa. Listen ? if everyone is trapped inside mascots, then all we have to do is remove their heads. I'm sure they'll snap out of it."
Vanessa nodded weakly. It wasn't exactly a foolproof plan, but what choice did they have?
"OK...I'll get their attention somehow and draw them upstairs. You hide in this hallway, then jump out from behind and tear their head off." Vanessa looked at him cockeyed. Was he crazy? She knew John was a sharp guy, but for the number of beers he'd drunken she was surprised he was still upright. Still, she really didn't have any better plans. In her opinion, this was either a cruel practical joke or the work of some angry teddy bear demon, in which case they were screwed anyways.
Vanessa took her place crouched down in a dark corner of the hallway. Meanwhile, John crossed the landing overlooking the living room and shouted down, waving his arms. The dog and rabbit looked up immediately and saw him, stopping in their tracks before starting towards the staircase. As the bunny took the first step up the stairs, John noticed that it looked much lighter than usual, meaning Erika was out and probably fully changed into...whatever it was. The dog followed close behind energetically, bouncing and sniffing the air impatiently as it waited for the bunny's slow ascent.
John danced and yelled like a lunatic, trying to make as much noise as he could so they wouldn't notice Vanessa, who on second glance wasn't as hidden as he'd thought. Lucky for him the bunny was as dumb as it looked, passing right by her location as it reached the top of the stairs, waddling towards John slowly with arms outstretched, the St. Bernard not too far behind, padding around on its puffy white paws.
"OK Vanessa, any time now...!" John backed away nervously. Vanessa sprang from her crouch and rushed the rabbit, jumping squarely on his back. She thrust her hands around its thick pink neck and grabbed at the head. With all her might, she pushed off with her feet while she grasped his head hard. To her horror, the head was stuck on tight and wouldn't budge an inch.
"It's not coming off!" she screamed to John, who was fighting off both animals' groping paws with all his might.
"Then get outta here! Call the police or the army or the national fucking guard!" John pushed a pink paw away from his crotch sheepishly.
Vanessa turned to run, on the verge of tears as she watched her boyfriend fight a losing battle against the two creatures. Just before she reached the staircase, a large shadow flew upward from the stairs, landing directly in front of her. The purple mass seemed to grow as it stood before her, her arms outspread to reveal huge black spandex wings, blocking Vanessa's only means of escape. Vanessa fell to the ground and looked up in awe at the bat creature her friend had become. On her chest lay a mane of thick purple fur, the same that covered her arms like gauntlets. Her two thin cupped bat ears twitched cutely above her blunt rounded muzzle, deep yellow eyes staring at Vanessa intently as she grinned with matching fangs. The girl on the floor cowered back as the bat stood tall on her clawed toes, holding her wings above Vanessa menacingly.
In one fell swoop the bat lunged at her. Covering her eyes, she felt a rush of air just before a wave of tightness enveloped her. She opened her eyes in partial darkness, staring directly into a tuft of purple fur under dim light that that trickled in from the translucent bat wings which surrounded her. She pushed hard against the walls of the cocoon, the smooth spandex-like material giving way and stretching around her hands as she pressed outward. The bat crouched down on its hind claws, the cocoon tightening around Vanessa, her head forced to rest against the soft chest fur. Pinned down, she looked up to see hungry yellow eyes staring at her intently, fangs gleaming ominously in the low light. The bat leaned down as if to kiss Vanessa, but lurched past the lips, pushing her head aside to expose her neck. Before she could react, she felt a sharp pinch at the base of her neck as the entire cocoon tightened around her to the point of suffocation. A breathless scream escaped from her lips moments before her world faded to black, the girl going limp.
Still fighting off the bunny and dog's advances, John looked over his attackers just in time to see the bat latch onto Vanessa. The wings engulfed his frightened girlfriend in their embrace, the spandex stretched tight to Vanessa's body as the bat wrapped her arms around the girl, her outline partially visible in her wings. John yelled and reached out for her, watching the bat hunker down into its wing cocoon with its head bobbing up and down as she seemed to suck the life out of Vanessa, who stopped struggling after a moment laying motionless in her wings.
The bat soon pulled away from her victim, slowly unfurling its wings. John's eyes widened as he gazed upon the figure of his girlfriend. She was the same shape and size, but covered head to toe in fiery orange fur, emblazoned with sleek black stripes. Her face was perfectly sculpted into the broad muzzle of a tiger, complimented by delicate cheek ruffs and twitching black ears. Her hands and feet were carved into blunt paws, each tipped in a dull black claw. The nap of the fur itself was extremely fine, the curves of the costume merely exaggerating her cat-like features, using Vanessa's own curves to give the illusion of a sleek, graceful and most of all alluring jungle cat.
Looking on, John couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of his girlfriend, the tiger looking around cutely from her amber eyes, pawing the air curiously. He watched as the velour stretched and contorted with her body, sliding smoothly over her toned muscles. John reached down to find himself at full attention, kicking himself for not getting his girlfriend into velour sooner.
Scanning up her figure, John soon noticed that the tiger was staring at him intently, her eyes fixed on him. She crouched down and tensed her body, taking a single, deliberate step towards him. John snapped out of his trance and gasped, struggling in the clutches of the dog and rabbit. His legs landed a lucky blow in the chest of the St. Bernard, connecting with a soft thud which sent the puppy flying backwards. He jerked his arm free from the bunny's paws and wheeled around, stumbling to his knees, trying to get away from these plush zombies...
John got to his feet and rounded a corner into a hallway with a single door at the end. He sprinted down and practically bowled over the door, the heavy wooden frame crashing open as he broke through into a large open room.Dim light reflected off the clouds above poured in from a row of tall Victorian windows on the far wall, glowing in patterns on the floor and illuminating many shadowy figures resting against the wall. John moved to the far end of the room, staring at storm which was now raging outside, looking back nervously at the door. In a thunderous crash, lightning struck nearby, sending John jumping. The flash of light lit up the entire room as if it was day, giving John a full view of the room's contents. He gasped as his brain processed the image. The ballroom sized room was covered from floorboard to ceiling in giant stuffed animals in every shape and color imaginable. Beavers, kangaroos, bears, birds, dinosaurs, and even the occasional pool toy in the shape of whales, frogs and dolphins. They all looked just like his friends, only these toys weren't moving at all, sitting eerily motionless one on top of each other.
John stood flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open as he tried stared at the hulking shadows in the dark room. Another loud clap sounded from behind John, sending him quivering to his knees with his hands covering his head. The room lit up again, but this time it stayed lit. Waiting for the thunder, he instead heard a feminine voice call out to him mockingly.
"Tsk, tsk, John...and I thought you were supposed to be the brave one of the group?"
John listened nervously before turning his head to find a full-figure vixen standing before him. Despite being a head taller than the fox, her mere presence overpowered the boy. She stood silent for a moment as John watched on aghast, the sheen of her lush fur reflecting from the lights above. At first he thought she was a stuffed animal like all the others, but something about this fox seemed more real, the way she moved, the way she stared at him with the look of raw emotion from glowing yellow eyes.
"You..." she spoke, her fangs gleaming threateningly "You're the one responsible for all of this. I have encountered many like you before, young one. So full of spirit, doing whatever you please if it suits your fancy." She wagged a claw at him, speaking as if a mother scolding a child for a lifetime of misbehavior.
"Though I must admit, I do enjoy the company of people like you. If nothing else, your type is a stubborn one, and I just love a challenge."
John stood perfectly still as she circled him, eying him like a racehorse on the block. He shivered when she raked a claw under the elastic on his underwear, her soft fur brushing against his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
The fox came around his front side and took his chin in a paw, holding it firmly.
"On the bright side, m'boy, there is hope for you yet. Some of your predecessors did eventually learn their lesson and gained their freedom. However, others are more hard headed, and thus have become a permanent part of my collection." She smiled wickedly, glancing aside. John turned to see a giant tan and white kangaroo plush sitting against the wall. The roo wiggled around and waved a fat paw meekly, but the sheer size of its body prevented it from getting too far, his long fat feet flopping on the floor helplessly.
Looking back, John stared at the vixen, fire burning in his eyes.
"You bitch!" he cried out, choking back tears, "W-what have you done to my friends?! Why are you doing this?!"
"Fool child! You know nothing!" she said with a tinge of anger slipping into her voice. "I have been hunted for hundreds of years m'boy, by people far more dangerous than you could ever imagine. A gal needs to protect herself out in the wild, which is why I developed a technique for, shall we say, dealing with intruders.
"Sure, I could just kill them all, but where's the sport in that? Instead I found it more fun to design a series of accessories to catch any uninvited guests and turn them into my personal slaves."
John could tell she was really enjoying toying with him as he stood frozen in his place, not daring to move more than his eyes to watch her closely.
"By breaking into this house, you have all agreed to become my pets. Now, I'm not very fond of humans, so I have to modify all my pets to be more pleasing to the eye. My eye, to be exact." She laughed, though John found it less amusing.
"Each one of my costumes is created with its own personality pertaining to the animal it represents. Once fully inside the suit begins the transformation, cutting the victim off from the outside world. The suit then overloads you with stimuli, softening the mind in a way leaving it more open to suggestion. Slowly the suit's own personality replaces that of its host until it takes over completely, leaving me with an adorable and obedient pet, wrapped up all nice and neat. The captive inside stays a human, that is, unless I decide to fully transform them into a plush or inflatable toy. It's a lot more effort, but it especially effective in immobilizing troublesome cases.
"Which brings me to find next point," the vixen stood tall, facing away from the boy. "You."
John had heard enough. Without hesitation, he turned and bolted for the door. He hadn't taken even three steps when he heard a whip crack. He suddenly found himself horizontal as his legs disappeared from under him, a thick leather strap pulling him backwards by the ankle. He fell to the floor as another strap lashed itself around his neck, John grabbing at the strap choking him as it reeled him back, placing him at the vixen's feet.
She looked down at John and gave him a wicked grin
"Wrong move."
Four more straps shot out from nowhere and wrapped around John's wrists and ankles, pulling him spread eagle in the air. Another set of leather straps reached up and grabbed hold of his clothes, pulling his shirt and jeans clean off his body, a last leather tentacle ripping his boxers off. The vixen eyed his naked body and giggled.
"Mmmmmm....you're a handsome one, m'boy, Quite the prized piece of meat" She rounded him, giving his butt a reassuring smack.
"You're quick on your feet, and quite strong. Oooh!" she squeezed John's bicep teasingly.
"Since you're so quick to act, I think I'll put you into something that'll slow you down a bit, eh? Teach you to stop and smell the roses for a change.
"Besides," she said, caressing his flaccid cock with her soft paws, "you look much cuter in hooves."
John tried to scream, but the vixen grabbed his throat, shoving a heavy collar around his neck and tying it tightly, making it hard for John to breathe much less scream. The vixen pulled four black balls out thin air and began to juggle them in her hands. The shiny balls got bigger as John looked on silently, until they began to juggle themselves, bobbing back and forth in the air. The vixen folded her arms, nodding four times as each of the balls broke from its path and slammed into John, glomming on sloppily to his hands and feet. The black balls oozed, then quickly solidified over John's appendages, leaving four heavy black hooves in their place. His restraints loosened and fell to the floor, leaving John standing naked, staring in horror at his hooved hands. He tried shaking them off, but found the hard rubber substance had become completely solid, trapping his hands in a fist inside each hoof. He tried to turn to run, lifting his heavy rubber feet one by one. The vixen didn't try to stop him, instead laughing to herself as she watched the boy panic. To her surprise, he rushed past the stuffed kangaroo and made his way to a side door, pushing it open with his hooves.
The door opened to a dark hallway. On one side, the pink bunny was standing there idly, facing away with his massive plush body blocking the entire hall. Looking the other way, he saw a light from under a door which was slightly ajar. He decided to make a run for it, hoping to find refuge or a way out. Clomping down the hallway awkwardly, he busted through the door and fell face first onto the carpet, rolling onto his back. Trying to get up, he found the hooves too heavy to lift at the moment, effectively pinning him to the floor.
He saw the door swing wide open as one by one a bat, a tiger, a St. Bernard and a giant pink bunny came into view, all standing over him staring at him with their exaggerated smiling faces. They all closed on him in a wall of fur, four sets of paws reaching for him.
John bucked as the soft paws played all over his naked body, his once flaccid member now growing rapidly. Vanessa seemed to take charge, grabbing his chin in her paws before rubbing her body against his face, the velour sliding along his skin as the tiger thrust her crotch against him. John groaned and leaned into his girlfriend's advances, still recognizing her scent underneath the contoured bodysuit.
The whole experience was beginning to become quite arousing to John, eight paws groping him erotically while his girlfriend face-fucked him was enough to send him into a fit of passion, partially neglecting his own peril. The pawing went on for a while until one moment when it all stopped suddenly. He strained his head around the tiger to find a giant inflatable orca on top of him, its maw clamped around his waist. As if on cue the tiger stepped off of John as the whale began sucking harder, pulling him in inch by inch.
Inside its mouth, John's legs were doused in a viscous fluid sloshed around by the whale's tongue, coating his body in slime. John tried prying himself free, pushing his heavy hooves against the whales jaw, who only opened wider and snapped down, trapping his hands in its mouth. The whale sucked harder as John's body slid in up to his neck, his entire body bathing in the slimy substance inside the whale's mouth.
Strangely, the whale clamped down on the boy's neck, preventing his head from sliding into the mouth. The whale began sucking as if on a lollipop, tossing John's body around wildly inside the mouth. Slowly his saliva began to harden, John feeling his body swimming through the jello until with a pop it set, the goo coagulating into a solid mass. The sloshing stopped and the whale ceased his movement before unceremoniously spitting John out, his massive wet form splattering against the wall.
John felt himself bounce hard off the wall, falling to the ground with a thunderous smack. His entire body seemed to shake from the impact of the fall, his head throbbing like a jackhammer. He raised a hoof to his head to stop the ringing in his ears, his arm seemed heavier now. Shifting his weight around, he wobbled and swayed a yard above the floor, an odd weight encompassing his entire body. The remnants of the goo slid off him into a puddle, but in its wake John found himself firmly encased in a hard shell of rubber. His hooves now stuck out inconspicuously from his thick rubber arms, sticking out from his pear shaped torso where a pink rubber udder rested between his legs. His entire body was black and white patches save his shiny black hooves, the thick rubber hide shining dully in the low light.
John pushed backwards against the wall, barely able to force his body up to a standing position. Wobbling uncertainly on his hooves, John could now feel the real weight of the cow suit. The rubber bulged out in every place it could, giving John a plump rounded belly, supported by his stocky legs mounted on bulbous thighs. The heavy layers of rubber prevented John from bending at the knees or elbows, his arms and legs held in almost stationary position.
Just standing up took all the effort John could muster. He found himself out of breath, resting his hooves on his belly as the weight of the suit wore on him. The suit began to heat up with his own body heat, seeming to sap his energy right out of him. Panting, he looked up to see the fox again standing before him, the same amused grin on her face. John stared aghast, but couldn't muster the strength to hold his hooves up in defense as the fox placed a heavy cow bell around his neck by attaching it to his collar. He tried batting it down, but his heavy mitts only knocked it around, the bell clanging loudly.
A last glimmer of rage flashed in his eyes as his strength faded from him, head wobbling and staring wildly as if in a trance, the deafening sound of the bell ringing in his ears.
The fox placed a paw to John's chin consolingly, propping up his head as he looked at her weakly.
"C'mon John, you can't be beaten that easily, m'boy! I was just starting to have fun with you too." She teased him, slapping his cheek briskly. "Don't you want to know what will happen to you?" She stared into his eyes, seeing a faint glimpse of recognition behind his comatose stare.
"You will become my toy, of course, and my faithful pet. I made that cow special you know, for someone as strong willed as you. Once I place this head on, you will be mine, unable to resist my command. You will be held as captive in your bovine prison, betrayed by your own feelings as your body will feel nothing but pleasures as your friends suckle at your teats, each feeling like a permanently erect penis." She grabbed a teat firmly in her paws, a wave of pleasure coursed through John like an electric shock. As it subsided John shivered, feeling the cool tightness of the heavy rubber around him.
True to her word, the fox produced a rubber cow head from behind her back. She held it out and displayed it to John proudly. The mask looked heavy, its bulbous form drooping in the vixen's paw. the boy noticing the wide plastic eyes and pleading look printed on the cow's thick rubber muzzle. She held it in front of his face just long enough to see one last look of horror before plunging the head onto John's shoulders, his world fading into darkness.
The rubber pressed tightly against his cheeks, his face sliding snugly into the mask as the fox pulled it tight over his head. The edges of the mask stuck to the shoulders of the suit, the rubber melting together almost instantly, sealing John completely inside. He wrenched his head back and forth to keep the head from sticking, but the rubber fused too quickly as he strained against the bonds futilely.
John looked out through two pin holes for the eyes, seeing flashes of red as he could feel the fox's weight against his body, the kitsune wrapped around him, his skin tingling under the rubber as she gently caressed his corpulent body. He felt her reach a paw to his teat, tugging at it vigorously. His head arched back automatically as he was flooded with endorphins, feeling every last strain of fur brushing against his sensitive udders. The pleasure mounted as the stroking intensified, John lost in a sea of blackness as his mind strained against the feelings rushing through his body.
"That's it, my pet. Let yourself go...just give into my caressing paws, feel how good it feels playing over your soft, sensitive udder. You know you want this, you want to become my willing slave, don't you?"
The vixen alternated her stroke from slow to fast, her experienced paws coaxing John along as he fought the transformation. The vixen groaned deeply, grinding her body into the cow's belly as both paws teased him mercilessly.
She let of a series of yips as she pressed harder, her own rising sexual energy transferring through her paws while they tugged each teat, sending John into a fit of convulsions, the thick rubber cow rocking back and forth violently in protest.
She liked it when they fought back.
The vixen eased her grip on the boy, taking a step back from his massive body. The cow squirmed as the feeling subsided, a fraction of his brain still registering where he was between images of fat happy cows grazing in the field, getting scratched behind the ear by his foxy master.
Not giving him time to recover, the vixen snapped her fingers. John's friends immediately came to life, approaching the bovine slowly. One by one they latched themselves to John's udder, crawling over each other to get more space. Driven to a frenzy of lust, the bat crawled over the bunny, clamping her soft fangs over a teat, sucking hard. The rabbit shoved his broad muzzle firmly into the udder, teat sliding its way down his soft throat, while the St. Bernard and tiger clamored around, each muzzle firmly planted over a teat. John felt himself break apart as a dam broke in his head, a flood of pleasure crashing into his being, the overwhelming feeling of the soft fur, latex and vinyl groping at his udder. He struggled to keep control, but the torrent soon overtook him, a wave of rubbery goo splashing over, leaving behind a black and white spots in its place. Placing his hooves to his sides for support, the cow channeled the emotions into a ball of white energy, growing from his belly out of his mouth in an uproarious moooooooo, bell clanging above the din of groping fur as the cow's head thrashed from side to side. His thick rubber tongue lolled out of his mouth, the vixen watching as the last shreds of humanity slipped from his body, replaced by a placid gleem in the eyes of the bovine.
The vixen grinned to herself, surveying the scene. Five plush toys pawed at each other as they suckled at the cow contentedly, the bovine slumped over as his mind wandered endless fields of grass inside his rubber prison.
She chuckled. She probably would let them out eventually when she got tired of them, but this would be a tough batch to let go. The vixen placed a paw to her pussy, fingering herself seductively as she watched on as the scene intensified, each critter now completely lost inside themselves, clearing enjoying themselves immensely.
In the back of her mind, the vixen hoped they wouldn't get too wrapped up in themselves. She was a little too good at her work, as she found that many of her victims fell into their character so completely that by their own will alone did they transform themselves into toys permanently.
This concern faded quickly from the vixen's mind, turning her full attention to her pets. Sitting back in her chair, she played with herself deftly, her free paw rubbing up and down her furry breasts, a satisfied look on her face.
So she lied. Maybe she did like uninvited guests after all...
Outside in the cold night, Ian and a band of 15 party refugees stood shivering in the covered doorway of the old Victorian house.
"Are you sure this is the place?" someone asked.
Ian grinned. "Positive. Watch." Reaching for the handle, he turned it with ease, flinging it open wide.
The throng of people rushed in, huddled in the warmth of the atrium as Ian led the way, straining his ears to listen for his friends.
"Hello?" he shouted, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceilings. As if setting off an avalanche, the door slammed shut hard behind them. The entire group looked back astonished, but nothing would prepare them for what they saw when they turned back around. The gleam of fangs grinning broadly almost blinded them.
"Welcome! You've come at just the right time...."