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It was that time of month again. The final Friday of the month. Sabrina, the brown she-wolf, sat in her car just outside of the large mansion. She had been attending the party every month for the past 2 years. The addiction had been immediate. Today was no different; she could feel her hands trembling with anticipation. Inside, she would have a night of kink and lust with dozens of friends, all using the enchanted brush to transform each other into exotic shapes.

Okay, tonight was a little different. The field in front of the house was empty except for her car. She liked to get there early most months, because those who were there earliest would be turned into the 'party favors' by the hostess, Helen. She loved being a helpless dildo or cock sleeve or just a wiggling statue. Whatever Helen decided she'd be.

Tonight, the reason she had made sure that she was extra early was that she could discuss something with Helen. So, clutching her coat close to her naked form, she stepped from the car and went up to the front door.

The dog opened after a minute. Her eyes seemed concerned for a moment. “Oh. Sabrina. You're... almost 2-hours early. I know you like to be early, but I'm not even fully ready.”

The wolf blushed. “Yeah.... I know. Just wanted to get here first tonight.”

Helen gave her a coy eye. “Alright. Well, by now, you know the punishment for getting here early.” She opened the door, revealing her naked form. “Get inside, toy.” As Sab took off her coat and stepped inside, Helen pinched her ass. “Besides, we need a brush holder tonight. I think you'll do nicely~”

“Actually... I wanted to...” As she hung her coat, a wave of nerves hit her. Ask her, she told herself over and over. But her mouth went dry. Before she turned, she forced a smile. “I wanted to do just that again. If I could~”

Damn. She'd have to ask later.... If she got a chance.

The canine led Sabrina to the large sitting room just inside the foyer. The brush was in its box on the table that she knew would soon be full. As Helen opened the box, she hummed a little. “Now... How should we morph you, I wonder?” Sabrina put her hands behind her back, tail shaking excitedly. “I think we'll do this in two parts.”

Helen gently took a fist full of Sabrina's head and gave the brush a slow swipe along her throat. The wolf gasped a moment as she felt the rubber swirl through her fur, coating her neck. Then everything shifted as her head came away in Helen's hand. With a chuckle, she carried the disembodied head to the table and set it down. “We'll leave you here. Let everyone hear how much you're enjoying yourself.”

Sabrina felt her sex moisten. She watched her body tremble. This wasn't the first time she had seen herself like this, but it always got to her. It only got worse as the other dog went back and started swiping the brush along her shoulders and arms. As the green rubber flowed, her body simply disappeared. She could feel first her left arm, then her right arm go numb as if they simply didn't exist. The brushes continued down over her chest, making her entire upper body fade from existence.

Sabrina stifled a moan. Already she was getting so turned on by her helplessness. When the brush got to her waist, she felt it stop. Then it shifted, feeling different. As she watched Helen 'paint,' her flesh felt lighter, tighter. Fur was pushed down and flesh was coated and replaced by what she could only assume was some sort of soft rubber. It coated down almost to her knees. Then the brush changed again, and Helen held her lower body as the knees down to her feet were dispelled like her arms.

When it was all done, Sabrina wiggled two stumps of legs and a tail, all feeling somewhat stiff. And yet, the sensation in her sex was all there. She squirmed as she felt her new body compress slightly in Helen's hands. “Now, I'm going to go tie this to a sofa. You wait right there.” The canine offered the brush to Sab's head. The wolf obediently opened her mouth and took the brush between her teeth.

She watched Helen walk with her body into the next room out of sight. She could still feel everything. Something soft and padded placed under her, then some padded straps going around her waist, hugging like a jock strap. Her tail continued to wag throughout it.

Then two fingers pressed into her open sex. The head gave a moan, almost dropping the brush in the process. She just barely managed to bite down on it. Dropping the brush as the holder would instantly get her punished, and she didn't want that.

The feeling was incredible. Her stumps gave a flail as the two fingers went in to the base, wiggling. It gave her a chance to feel her body's new properties. She was definitely rubber now, as her form stretched to the probing fingers. They came out and then pushed into her tailhole, which gave with ease after only a little prying. Sabrina's eyes crossed at the feeling. Then it stopped suddenly.

As she panted, Helen came back into the sitting room. “There we go~ The first party favor is all set.” She gave Sabrina's head a soft pat. “And remember. No talking until you're released.”

She tried to nod reflexively, but her head didn't move. Hard to without a neck. Instead, she just blinked her understanding.

As Helen went back to preparing things for the rest of the party, Sabrina sat there, tail flicking against the bench she was bound to. Helen brought out a box of colorful toys. These were the previous guests who had accepted and decided to not undo their transformations, but to live their remaining lives as toys. Sab watched with a smile as they were laid out around her.

It was another 30 minutes before the other early guests started to arrive. They were a few that Sabrina recognized as those who liked being party favors. One by one, Helen did lovely transformations. A healthy majority became dildos. One large equine she didn't recognize was asked to strike a pose and she simply coated head to toe to make him a statue. By the time the actual party rolled around, the table was filled with bits of transformed guests.

The real party was when things started to get more exciting for Sab. The first few guests came, and one by one took the brush from her. When they were done, they offered it back and she took it in her teeth. She waited patiently for someone to use her body in the next room. It was somewhere around the 12th guest as they were brushing themselves that she felt her first taker.

The cock that pressed to her loins felt huge. It was rounded, spreading her with its head. Her eyes rolled a little as hands gripped her waist and thrust. Her body spread like a sex toy and she gave a long moan. Whoever it was sank to the base, pushing her tunnel out long. They must have enhanced themselves with the brush, because she didn't know any guests this big.

The pleasure quickly started rolling over her head as the male - or maybe it was a female being playful? - started to thrust. Her body seemed to moisten itself, and they were quickly going at quite a rapid pace. She was so taken with the pleasure that she almost missed the brush being placed back between her teeth. Her jaw bit down to try and control herself.

A pattern quickly emerged. She'd bite down on the brush, suppressing her moans, then someone would take the brush and she'd moan out, then the brush would return. It took a few guests before she felt the long cock spurt and twitch, and hot fluid suddenly filled her passage. The fact he finished before she could make her cringe a little, but she knew the night was still young. She was a hole, and there were more than enough cocks to go around at this party.

Another male took her a short time later, this one squat and fat. He didn't last a few minutes before he filled her. Immediately after, another longer male took over. After that, she felt like what had to be a tongue or mouth working her folds, almost licking her oozing sex clean. That made her scream, and she was glad she had the brush at that moment as she came and blasted the bench with her fluids and some lingering cum.

And the worst, or perhaps best, part of all of this was that she'd never know who was giving her such pleasure. Her head remained on the table, untouched. She'd acknowledge her friends with a smile when she saw them, but otherwise her mind was lost in a wave of pleasure from unknown partners in the next room. Minutes turned to pleasure-filled hours as she was used over and over. She stopped counting after 10 partners. There were certainly lulls, yes, but a random brush of fingers from the passerbys would keep her on edge.

After the 3rd hour into the party, the guests had all arrived, and her duties as brush holder were half done. Her head was caked with sweat she couldn't wipe. How many orgasms had she had? Four? Five? It was all so good, she might have missed a few.

And then came the slow period. After the initial run of excitement, the guests would calm down and start tending to each other more than the favors. She expected this. It gave her mind time to think as she lingered in the afterglow. Technically, she had made up her mind long ago. There was already no going back. But there... in the moment... she was sure of it again.

Some time towards the end of the party, after a solid 5 hours of their fun, the guests began to come back for the brush to undo what changes had been made. She obediently offered the brush when they asked, taking it when they returned it. The leaving was generally slower, but still good. A few more males decided to take her as a last romp before going. One of them even recognized her and leaned over to give her a kiss on the way out. She beamed with pride, wanting to thank him if she were allowed to speak.

Amazingly, her body didn't feel sore. Such was the magic of the brush. In fact, she felt energized. Excited.

Two am rolled around, and Helen returned to the table. “Alright. Time to get you all back to your rightful selves.” It was rather faster this time, as she went over the guests one-by-one. A few strokes returned them to themselves. And they slowly dispersed, some going home and some going to the rest of the house to enjoy the last bits of the party full-bodied.

Then Helen got to Sabrina. “And you did wonderful as the holder, as always.”

“Thank you. I... I really enjoyed how you set me up tonight.” The wolf grinned.

“Alright. Now, to set you back.” Helen picked up Sabrina's head.

“Actually, about that....” The canine stopped and held Sabrina up with a curious look. “I... I don't want to be turned back.”

Helen's curiosity turned to a bright smile. “Are you sure? That's a very serious commitment. You'll be stuck in and locked. You won't be able to ask to go back unless someone happens to give you a mouth again.”

“I know.” She blushed brightly. But she held to that wonderful feeling of satisfaction, riding it like a warm wind towards what she wanted. “I quit my job yesterday. I've been wanting to do this for months, and now I'm ready to take the step. Please make me one of the permanent toys.”

The hostess closed her eyes and nodded. “As you wish. Thank you.” She took Sab and gave her lips a soft kiss. “I'll make sure you enjoy it always. Not just during parties.”

She carried Sab out to the next room and over to the bench on which her body was strapped. She placed the head on top of the body, using the legs for support. As Sabrina watched, Helen held the brush. “Farewell, little wolf~”

With a single brush stroke, the world went dark. She couldn't see. Couldn't hear. Couldn't smell. There was no sense. But she could think. And suddenly her world lit up with pleasure as her sex was once again touched. A mental cry filled her universe as it lingered.

Something touched her deep within, as if awakening her soul, and she was left with happy feelings of contentment. The wolf, now a toy, let herself go. Even when the touch stopped, the lingering afterglow remained, permeating her.

She felt her soul floating happily in that space, waiting in bliss for the next party.