FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Wuhhh-where am I?" The fox's words rebound off of unseen walls before returning to his keen ears. Judging by the echo he guesses that he is in a small chamber with metallic walls. He would never guess by looking. All that his eyes can see is an unusually imperceptible darkness. It is as if light has never once shone in this particular space.

The fox, Klo, is in the dark figuratively as well. He awoke moments ago feeling disoriented and groggy. He can't recall what he was up to before losing consciousness. There is a vague recollection of returning home from work, but that is the extent of his memories regarding his current predicament. As his eyes rove the darkness for some clue as to his location he begins to fear that he has been kidnapped or, preferably, that he is asleep and is experiencing a nightmare. His pulse quickens. He is in a large, cushioned chair and feels unmolested aside from an odd weight on his torso. It is a heavy garment, perhaps, that runs from Klo's neck to his groin. It is stiff, but somewhat pliable, like rubber. Klo has coughing fit as he rouses himself.

"Hello? Anybody there?" Klo tries. There is no response save the steady, distant hum that has been ringing in his ears since he awoke.

Fear and adrenaline force Klo into action. He unsteadily rises from the chair and feels a snag. A string had been stretched across his lap and his standing tripped the mechanism it was attached to. With a -klik- Klo is suddenly blinded. Staggered and blinking, Klo has a look around the room. When his eyes have adjusted to the cold, flourescent lighting from above he finds that he is indeed in a small room with black walls made of some industrial-grade metal. The room is plain and no larger than a walk-in closet, but before Klo is a heavy-looking iron door upon which is hung a long mirror. It is thanks to this mirror that Klo discovers what has been strapped to his chest. Klo is completely nude aside from what appears to be a breastplate made of pink flab. Klo stumbles toward the mirror, noting his exhausted and haggard appearance. The chest piece runs from his waist to his neck and is composed of a two inch thick layer of some rubbery substance. The fox can bend over, but the motion takes some added effort. After a moment of looking agape at his reflection Klo decides that the pinkish thing has the general shape of a pig with its fatty neck and pot-belly. Turning around Klo finds that the suit has given him a curly pig tail in place of his own which is tucked into the suit.

"What the heck is this thing?" Klo experimentally claws at the material. It is quite hardy. In the periphery of the mirror Klo spots a speaker and simultaneously it begins to emit a tinny voice.

"Ah, he's finally awake. Good morning, Klo." The voice is distorted by a sound-editing trick which leaves it sounding unnaturally deep and unplaceable. Klo, who was startled by the sudden noise, can't determine if the owner of the voice is male or female, old or young.

"Who-who is that?! Where am I?" Klo says, whirling around. In his paranoia he searches for a hidden camera or viewing slot but finds none. After a moment the voice returns.

"My identity is unimportant Klo. I've been watching you for many months. I've seen both your public and your private escapades and have developed a keen interest in you. You arouse me." Klo contorts his face into a grimace. "Oh don't make that face, consider it a compliment. Regarding your second question you are presently in a secluded location and have been placed in an experiment of mine. Would you like to hear the rules?"

"No. I would like to leave." Klo says, feeling increasingly frightened. He bangs on the heavy door "Hello? Is anybody there? Anybody, please. Help!"

"I think it would be in your best interest to pay attention." The voice says, interrupting the fox. Through the distortion it is clear that the voice has turned sinister and insistent. Klo winces and turns to face the speaker.

"Good boy." It returns to a faux-jovial tone. "You may have noticed that you are stuck in a very thick, rubbery chest piece."

Klo inspects the pink thing again in a panic. The voice is correct. The bulky thing is in one piece and doesn't seem to have a zipper or clamp. It is too hardy to be stretchable. However the thing was forced onto him it will not be coming off without assistance. "Oh great."

"It is in the style of a pig and throughout this facility you will find more such accouterments. As soon as you open that door a timer will begin counting down. You will be given 30 minutes to escape the facility."

"What happens after a half hour?!" Klo grabs the door's handle in preparation.

"I'm getting to that. In your trip you will encounter more of these pig-suit pieces. You can't reach the exit without them, but they will slow you down. If a half-hour has passed and you haven't exited the building the material of the suit, a special plastic of my own design, will engulf you and trap you permanently within. However if you can pass the exit's threshold the suit will simply fall of you and you will be free to return to your life. This experiment is essentially a test of your willpower. Will you defeat my hurdles or will you be a stuck pig?"

Klo paces as his captor explains their sick game. What are his options? He is literally naked, he doesn't know where he is or who could be behind this. In any case he has to use the iron door to escape. Unless...

"What if I refuse?" Klo says. He is satisfied when the voice fails to respond. "What if I just sit in this chair and wait for the police to put out a search for me." The fox seats himself and crosses his legs, satisfied. The voice remains silent for a minute longer.

"I run the games here Klo. I suggest that you learn your place in this one." The voice says this with finality. Then a -ding- is heard followed by the steady tick-tick of a clock's second hand. It continues, incessantly chiming from the tiny speaker. The fox's eyes widen. Perhaps the mastermind is bluffing, but they certainly do not seem like the type of character to test. The fox begins to sweat and after a minute of inactivity he launches himself from the chair and opens the heavy iron door.

"Shit!" He shouts as he bursts into the adjacent room. It is a strange chamber that appears to be a combination of a factory floor and a common hotel. The floor is a shiny black metal, but the walls are wall-papered. Littered around the room are both miscellaneous industrial rubbish and standard home furnishings like cabinets and drawers. There are no windows in this room, but in its center is a long, metallic trough filled with amber slop.

Klo darts around the room in a panic searching for a hidden exit. He is unsurprised when he discovers none and learns that the room's lone door aside from the one through which he just burst is locked. None of the cabinets contain anything that would help the fox render an escape. As he is turning his attention to the only object of note in the room, the trough, the voice of his captor emerges from a new speaker at the opposite end of the long room.

Now that you've wasted yet another minute looking for escape tools are you ready for your first game?"

The unending ticking of the timer is keeping Klo at an unbearable level of anxiety. "Ok, fine! What do I do?" Klo rushes to the edge of the trough. The scent of over-ripened fruit buffets the fox's delicate nostrils. "Ech."

"At the bottom of this trough is a key. This key will open the door that will lead you further into the facility."

Klo raises his hand and prepares to snatch the key from the muck.

"Hold it handsome. If you use your hands to grab the key I will activate your suit right now. If you'd like to be rendered a helpless, pink piggy then please go on and grab the key." The voice taunts. Klo relents and allows his hands to droop. "You have to eat your way down to the key. This slop, perfect for a pig, is extremely, and immediately, fattening. Are you willing to put on a couple dozen pounds to gain your freedom?"

The voice hardly finishes its explanation before Klo plunges his face into the sweet-smelling substance. He opens his mouth and gulps it down hungrily. To his great surprise it tastes incredible. It is sweeter than the average smoothie and is warm of course. It goes down easily. The fox is so caught up consuming it that he momentarily forgets his task of attempting to reach the key. He searches for it with his tongue. He swallows continually for a period until, with a snap, the key that had been attached to a hook is pulled mechanically beneath the trough and vanishes to parts unknown. "Huumph?!"

Klo pulls his face from the delicious, aromatic sludge and gasps. Sensing his confusion the voice speaks.

"What a hungry pig you are! You didn't let me finish. You -had- a minute to reach the key. You've failed. I should leave you sealed in that room for the remainder of the game, but I'll tell you what: You ate so much of that fattening slop that I'll give you a pass and open the door for you." The voice sounds earnestly surprised. It has a cruel laugh before returning "You're going to be moving a lot slower once you gain that weight. Aaaany second now."

Klo stands with some difficulty due to the heavy chest piece as the exit door creaks ajar. He takes a few steps toward the door before the ache in his belly causes him to double over. All at once his body begins to swell. It is an unnatural sensation. The fox, who had been average in proportion and very handsome develops chubby cheeks and a paunchy belly. The pig suit adapts to the growth. His thighs become meaty as well and his butt thickens without losing much of its attractive shape. Klo burps loudly as the swelling subsides.

"Ugggh, what? How is this possible? Klo runs his sausage fingers over his shapely legs.

"Looking more piggish by the minute. Better get going Wilbur. Haha." The voice says. The fox has gained about forty pounds from the slop. He glares at the speaker in frustration.

"Ohhhh I get it now! You're just a pervert. A sicko who gets off on this fetish stuff." Klo says before storming toward the door.

"Look who's talking."

Klo shoots the speaker a glare before shrugging off the jab. He reaches the exit door. Carrying the bulky pig suit was bad enough, but Klo is now much heavier himself. His hasty jaunt to the exit was enough to wind him a bit. He pants, wishing he could hide himself from whatever method the captor is using to watch him. When he has recovered he shoves the new door aside and peers inside.

Klo steps into a very odd and very long hallway. The walls are decorated with plain, red wallpaper and there is a floor trim which clashes with a metallic floor. The walls are lined with regularly placed light fixtures that wouldn't be out of place in any mid-tier hotel. The two aspects of the long chamber that catch Klo's attention immediately are the fact that its only exit is the opposing door which is nearly a quarter of a mile away and the fact that the hall doesn't seem to have a ceiling. Above the glow of the light fixtures Klo can see only darkness. He shambles into the eerie corridor while gawking upward for some hint of a roof. He catches the ticking of the clock in the room behind him though and settles into a jog.

As Klo huffs and pants his bulky body down the corridor he begins to fret about the hall's floor. It has a seam in its center that runs the length of the hall. The fox frowns. Whatever trap awaits him it certainly has to do with the split floor. He has no choice but to continue at this point. When he nears the hall's midway point he spots an apparatus that descends from the void above. Klo is glad for an opportunity to stop and catch his breath. A side effect of his new size is that he apparently sweats more. He feels clammy and oafish. Stopping at the hall's only noteworthy furnishing Klo finds that the thing he had seen descending from the ceiling is a horizontal bar of metal and wrapped around this is a pair of pig gloves. These are thick, like the chest piece, and their outsides are shiny with grease.

"Oh I don't have a good feeling about this." Klo says. As if to confirm the fox's fears a sudden loud whirring is heard. The sounds comes from both sides of the hallways and, sure enough the hall's floor begins to split apart length-wise. "Ahh! Of course, damnit." Klo hops between the splitting sides of the floor though he freezes when he sees what lies below the metal floor. It is a nothingness as infinite and terrifying as the blackness above. The fox questions, if he fell, would he eventually hit a floor or would he fall infinitely? He hastily pushes these concerns from his mind and focuses on escape. There is no way he could run to either of the hall's exits before the floor disappears completely. He might have been able to before gaining his new weight. He leers upward at what is clearly meant to be his solution for this scenario. The width of the bar is taken up by the pig sleeves. Klo reaches up and experimentally yanks on one of the gloves. The rubbery thing is far too slick to grab, Klo's fingers slide off instantly. His only option is to thrust his hands into the gloves to grab the bar. The fox is presently straddling the width of the hall.

"Ugh, fine!" Klo readies his arms and jumps as high as he can toward the bar. His hands slide into the gloves easily and he manages to grip the bar just as the floor completely retracts into the walls. The fox hangs between two walls with a void both above and below. The insides of the gloves are gooey and Klo can feel them adhering like glue. His middle and index fingers, and pinky and ring fingers are wedged into the pig's hoof-like fingers, the material clings to Klo's fur until soon the fox can barely tell where his skin ends and the inside of the gloves begin. It is clear that the timing of this trap is completely deliberate. Klo sighs with relief when the slats of the floor return. As soon as the fox has enough space to land safely he does so and falls to the ground in a heap. He pants frantically. When he has his bearings he quickly grabs at the gloves and tugs on them, but they are held fast. The floor had disappeared for exactly enough time to ensure that whatever material the suit is made of would settle completely. Klo sits on his knees and droops. The suit's arms are heavy and thick, naturally. Its hands are anything but dextrous. Klo can barely form a meaty fist. And of course they are covered in grease because of the trap which only makes Klo feel like more of a slob. The fox struggles with the gloves for a moment before he is fed up with his inability to grip the shiny coating. A tingle runs through Klo's spine though as he struggles with his bounds. He recalls the masochistic glee of helplessness briefly before shoving it out of his mind. Still picking up the distant ticking Klo rises.

He plods down the hallway. The gloves add another five pounds or so apiece to his combined weight. The fox groans, swinging his heavy arms like pendulums.

"What the hell was that? That darkness?" Klo shouts as he approaches the hall's exit. There is a speaker by the door which soon responds in its tinny growl.

"That was the darkness, as you said. An infinite bliss that can be a bit too great for mortal minds. Good thinking with the gloves. I've got to hand it to you."

"That... was not a funny joke. You are not funny." Klo says, chuckling in spite of himself. "So you're crazy too? No surprise there. You didn't even give me a choice. What was I supposed to do, fall to my death?" The voice remains quiet for a period. Then a soft, delighted laugh emits from the speaker. Klo grabs the door handle in his chubby hands.

"Hey, how much time do I have left?" Klo shouts.

"Not enough. Better keep moving." The voice says. Klo doesn't want to chance his tormentor's bluff. He throws the door open without hesitation.

When the fox steps into the next chamber he is greeted first by the distinct thrum of an electric current. This room is a long chamber like the previous one but wider. At this point Klo has the realization that he hasn't come across any windows or doors yet. Did his psycho captor truly create this facility specifically for him? Klo rests with his pudgy hand on the door frame as he catches his breath. This chamber is lit by hanging bulbs descending from the lofty ceiling. And Klo is happy to find that this room does in fact have a ceiling. The floor is carpeted in the entrance area where Klo is now, but after two feet it is replaced by large, metallic tiles. This pattern continues for a distance of about thirty yards where a set of carpeted steps leads up to what is presumably his next trial. Before he can make his way there though Klo must deal with the floor which crackles occasionally with active electricity. The fox spots the leg pieces of the pig suit standing just before the dangerous field.

"Oh come on! The floor is electrified. I can hear it. This isn't even a game. If I don't put on the leg things I lose." Klo shouts at the nearest wall speaker which had been tick-tocking since he entered the room. He gestures angrily to no one in particular.

"You've got that right. Those are the only things that will allow you to cross." The voice replies coolly.

"You really do get off on this don't you? You want me to get stuck in all this rubbery stuff right?" Klo begrudgingly makes his way toward the leg pieces.

"Don't you?"

"What? Are you kidding me? I want to get out." Klo says. The leg parts are as thick as the others, but are heavier due to their size. They will terminate at the top of Klo's thighs. He grimaces.

"Sure, you want to get out. But if there's one thing I've learned in the months since I began watching you it is that you love to be stuck. You can try to save face, but I don't even think you will. You're a masochist. And I think that just romping around naked aside from those cumbersome and embarrassing piggy parts is turning you on. The helplessness, the inability to affect the outcome of your situation." Klo freezes in place. He had thought his secret well hidden. At the very least he had done his best to hide his enjoyment since this awful situation began. Klo has been frowning through his teeth. If he knew he were safe Klo would be fully aroused by this bondage situation. As it is he doesn't trust his captor and is downplaying his enjoyment out of spite.

"You don't know me." Klo slides his left leg into the pig legs and then follows suit with the right. The gooey inside begins to stiffen immediately. Klo rubs the suit's slick hoof hands over them. They squeak and vibrate the material. It is a low squeak that demonstrates how dense the material is. Klo strokes again, slowly, before pulling his distracted mind back to the task at hand. With the thick, chubby legs firmly attached Klo takes his first steps onto the electrified tiles. As promised the legs are insulated and Klo is free to cross. Of course he is moving slower than ever now and his every step is accompanied by a squeak from the suit pieces rubbing against one another. Klo plods as fast as he can and after five or so minutes Klo reaches the bottom of the steps he had seen from afar. He must be nearly out of time. Rubbing some of the sweat from his brow Klo ascends.

At the top of the stairs the fox find a circular platform. In its center is a normal, wooden table with a key console installed into it. On the left side of the platform are three holes placed at roughly the level of Klo's face. And on the right side is a door which seems to be paired with the console. The holes are shrouded somehow from within and they forbid an inside view. Above the holes is a message "Code's in one of these. Choose wisely."

"Tch, oh great. Wonder what happens if I pick the wrong one." Klo says. Anxious about his remaining time Klo hurriedly squeaks over to the holes. They are all the same size and Klo's delicate senses can't determine which hole differs from the other two. The fox arbitrarily chooses the middle hole. Hands planted on either side of the hole Klo plunges his face into the black shroud. He is greeted by a featureless white wall.

"Well, nothing in here-ack!" A ring of pink slime closes in on Klo's head. He has chosen poorly. The fox pulls his head from the hole, but the suit piece is already solidifying onto him. Reaching his fat fingers up he finds that he has been stuck with a pig hood. It has attached to the chest piece leaving only the fox's face peaking out from under a pair of pig ears. His own ears are stuffed inside apparently, but he can still hear perfectly well. Inwardly the fox enjoys being further solidified into his forced role as a pig, but his desire to escape supersedes his arousal. Hurrying to the next hole Klo thrusts his head inside and, sure enough, finds the same white wall, but this one bears a four digit code. The fox scoffs and removes his head.

"Ok, lets do this." Klo says, approaching the door console. He presses the first button as well as three or four others accidentally. The suits fingers are too fat to press the small keys. "Oh no. No no no no." Klo manipulates the hoof-fingers as carefully as he can, but can't manage to press less than two buttons at a time. The console beeps in aggravation at Klo's every failure. This combined with the endless ticking drive Klo over the edge. "This isn't fair. I can't hit the buttons because of these stupid pig hands!"

"Oh, poor piggy Klo. Maybe you ought to use your head." The voice says. Klo fumes at this until steadily an idea dawns on him. He had spent two or three valuable minutes frantically mashing ineffectually at the console without realizing he could use other body parts to press the buttons. The smallest point on his body now is his nose. The fox bends over and, feeling very foolish, gingerly enters the code with his nose. A few seconds of tension follow before the door slowly creeks open. Klo rounds the table just as the swinging door reveals a window. The window seems to look out over a city and the beams of light seem to be the only source of illumination in the room.

"That's it! An exit." Klo says. He shuffles into the room and jogs toward the window as quickly as he can, encumbered though he is. The pink suit pieces jiggle and squeak loudly, but Klo is unaffected. He will soon be free of them and this dismal place. Though as an afterthought he lustfully imagines what it would be like for the suit to entrap him.

The room the fox has entered is bathed in darkness. It is an unnatural place, like the void Klo had seen earlier. He walks in blackness, but it is not boundless. The room has dimensions, but it is as if it's made of glass, giving a full view of the encompassing dark. The only other feature in this space is the enticing window. Klo walks continually, but never approaches the window. It is as if it's a carrot on a string. He plods for what feels like hours. He is panting now and very sweaty yet the clock ticks away.

"Why ... why can't I reach it?" Klo looks behind him to find that the door through which he entered has vanished. "This isn't possible." The fox shambles, completely exhausted. All at once the ticking that didn't have a logical source in the room stops. "Wait, what does that mea-aahhh!"

Klo freezes in place, but not of his own volition. The moment the ticking stopped the parts of Klo's pig suit began their takeover. The process begins in the legs which suddenly double in girth. Far too thick to budge Klo's legs are forced wide apart and stuck that way as the pig torso merges with the leg pieces. As the fat belly becomes dense and heavy Klo falls forward. Klo's cock, quite erect due to this increase in his bondage, finds itself slipped into a sheath. Glancing down in shock Klo finds that it looks outwardly like a simplified dong. His own is numb within due to some influence of the suit. The fox's lower body is motionless and soundly encased in the suit and his upper body is quickly following suit. The hands of the suit reshape themselves. Klo's hands are balled into fists and the hoof-hands become plain, useless hooves. Naturally the arms become stiff and immovable as well leaving the fox only able to thrash his neck, but this capability is soon lost as well. The chest piece thickens in a wave that runs up Klo's back. His torso, his shoulders, and finally his neck are rendered immobile. When the process is complete Klo finds himself completely helpless with his face being the only part of him not buried in the now dense pig suit. With a huge amount of effort Klo can cause the suit to jostle, but this is as much motion as he can muster. He continues to struggle in frustration, though he can't deny that he enjoys the overwhelming tightness and weight.

"Hnnng. No I was so close." Klo says, attempting to crane his flabby neck.

"Were you close?" The speaker's voice is heard. Klo's eyes search the darkness, but he can't make out any forms until he spies an arm. It moves in front of the window and reaches for the shades. It tugs down the these which actually cause the window to vanish. When pulled down completely the window is gone with no trace that it had been there previously. The black space is lightless for a moment before a strange glow appears bathing Klo in a curiously grey light. Klo learns that he is no longer alone. His tormentor, standing by the spot where the window had been, stares at him.

"Oh-- oh my gha."

Eerily silhouetted is the form of a female dog. And it is quite a silhouette. The dog, a bull terrier, stands at a modest height and displays a confident demeanor. Her proportions are outrageous bordering-on the cartoonish. She has a tremendous rump and thick, full thighs which then contour beautifully into slender legs and dainty paws. Above this is her waist, which seems to be as thin as one her wrists, and above this is her bosom. The dog's massive breasts are barely contained within a snugly fitting dress which manages to accentuate her every physical asset. The dog's face is striking not just because of the lusty sneer on her luscious lips, but because of her eyes which seem to be as black and devoid of life as the void in which they are standing. A head of shoulder-length black hair completes her look. She holds in her hands a peculiar mask. Impossible proportions and all, Klo is spell-bound.

"Y-you. You're the one?" Klo says. He takes his time looking the dog over, head to toe. If his cock weren't numbed and tucked away it would be wildly engorged.

"I'm the one." She says. Her voice warps as she speaks. She begins with the vague voice from the speaker before it clarifies and settles into a sultry feminine cadence. She approaches, then with a swagger and sway that betray her as a sadistic sort who recognizes her attractiveness and uses it with gusto to dominate. The icy glare she has leveled at Klo makes him squirm. "Did you enjoy the pleasure maze I whipped up for you?" She cups Klo's chin in her hand. With great effort the fox manages to put his lust for this dog aside momentarily.

"What?! No, let me out. Why are you doing this? An-and how?" Klo says. He thrashes, but fails to free his face from her grasp.

"You know Klo, I have a hard time believing you don't love being trapped in there when you're blushing so much. Just relax, Grace is going to take care of you from now on." She releases Klo's face and turns. She paces a bit, allowing the fox a close look at her bouncing hips. "The 'how' is unimportant. I am very powerful, as you may have noticed, and I use my abilities to grant wishes. Wishes like yours."

"I didn't wish for this!" Klo says loudly.

"Oh but you did. Maybe you don't remember. A few months ago you watched all of those Saw movies."

"I-- yeah I guess so." Klo's mind races.

"Do you remember what you said after you finished them all?" Grace eyes the fox over her shoulder.

"No..."

"I wish I could go through on of those things, but like a kinky version." Grace says this in a perfect imitation of Klo's own voice. Shocked, Klo can only watch as Grace turns again and approaches. He eyes the mask in her hand.

"Yeah... but I didn't really want it to happen." Klo says this slowly as if trying to assure himself of the truth of the words.

"I heard you when you said that and I decided to watch you for a while. You are one dirty, dirty fox. I've seen you fap and fantasize." Klo's eyes widen and he blushes furiously. "I took a liking to you. People are more perverse, in general, than they realize but you are a special breed of kink. I had to have you for myself. And that is the 'why you.'"

Klo squirms. His lust is reaching a zenith and his feeble attempts at hiding this from the curvaceous female are serving as a feedback loop which only makes him more excited. He is completely at her mercy and the devilish look on her face sets him ablaze. "You can't do this. I'm not going to be your pig!" Klo says, allowing himself to slip into the 'unwilling victim' role he has played in so many bondage scenarios before. He tugs at his arms and thrusts his legs to no avail. Grace runs her fingers through his hair and kneels down to face him. Then, leaning in, she kisses him gingerly on the cheek, her refusal of a full-on kiss serving to tease the horny fox.

"And yet, you are going to be my pig. Forever." Grace produces the mask. As expected it is in the shape of a pig. It has a happy cartoon face with glassy, see-through eyes and an open mouth for oral access. After showing Klo his new face Grace turns the mask around to reveal that the oral hole is attached to a huge, hollow dildo.

"Open wide piggy." Grace says.

"Noooo, please don't." Klo thrashes as much as he can and relishes the helplessness. Grace uses her free hand to wedge the fox's mouth open. Klo feels the dildo pressing onto his tongue. He gags and swallows as the mask is forced onto him.

"Nnngghooo! Ack" The lubricated thing slides down his throat and the mask is sucked into place. When the mask meets the suit it merges with it. It tightens, forcing the rubbery dong deeper into Klo's face. He gags some more, his eyes reeling beneath the happy eyes of the pig. When everything is securely tightened Klo lets out a groan of pleasure.

"Oooooink" The mask emits the sound in an approximation of the groan the fox had made.

"Oink snort!" Klo grunts in a different pattern and the sounds change. He is hidden from the world completely now, stuffed within the huge, rubbery pig suit. He squirms like this for a bit with the suit happily oinking along with his muffled moans. Grace stands before him, greatly enjoying his struggles. Klo's eyes rest on her sexy figure. He is desperate for her, but of course is powerless to even make this known. He rocks back and forth causing the suit to squeak at its fat folds.

"Mmm. You look like you want to pork. Is that it?" Grace says, bending to look Klo in the eyes.

"Hnng, unngh." Klo groans and the suit converts this into a series of happy oinks.

"Yeah? Do you want me to take advantage of you? You're so helpless in there." Grace rubs the outside of the suit and while Klo can't feel this he is thankful for the intimacy. "Yeah, I think it's time to to take you for a ride." She says. She stands before Klo, framing her crotch within his limited range of view. A bulge appears within Grace's dress at the level of her groin. Her hefty ass is joined by an equally large bulge in her front. She has given herself a penis, by whatever magic fuels her and the fox can make out its every curve. As with the rest of her proportions the dong is massive, perhaps two-inches wide and he can't determine its length, but it nearly reaches Grace's knees. The dog then places a claw at the base of the v-shaped window to her cleavage. She slowly and sensually cuts her only garment down its front. Klo watches as her slender shoulders are bared and as her huge breasts jiggle free of the dress' restraint. The dress falls off of her now landing in a heap on the floor. She steps out of it, massive cock swaying within Klo's view. He is hungry for it. He could not be more aroused.

"Oink! Snort, Oink!" Klo begs.

Grace walks to Klo's rear, out of view. As a solution for this Grace creates a mirror. It rises from the 'glass' floor as if it were being lifted off the ground. Soon Klo comes into view. He doesn't recognize himself of course, he sees only the fat pig's greasy form. His eyes are hidden, which he hadn't realized. An observer will see only the masks eyes. Grace gropes the ass of the suit which is naturally quite thick. Then, manipulating the suit as if it were clay, she reveals Klo's asshole within. Klo shudders mightily within the suit.

"Here I come." Grace says sensually. She leans on Klo's coated back and, after planting her paws firmly, presses her slick cock against the fox's exposed hole. This initial touch gives Klo an idea of how truly huge the dick is. Were he able he would shimmy onto it, but he is very happily at the mercy of the dog. She soon obliges. Putting her thick, meaty legs to bear Grace slides her dick steadily into Klo's rear. She is stronger than she appears to be. Surpassingly strong in fact. The fox within the pig squeals madly. The heaviness of the pig body ensures that he doesn't budge as he absorbs the dog's dick. He is stationary within the suit and is being stretched quite wide. The touch of Grace's thighs, signaling that Klo is at the hilt, almost goes unnoticed by him.

"Ooooink. Oink." Klo groans. The dildo in his mouth reinforces his complete powerlessness. He wishes that he could get off himself, but even if he could manipulate his hands his own penis is enveloped in a sheath that would surely negate his attempts at pleasure.

The voluptuous dog doesn't allow Klo any further time for introspection. With no warning whatsoever Grace withdraws her penis and then gets to work humping at the bound Klo. Thoroughly lubricated by pre the cock glides smoothly. Of course it is still quite large and the overwhelming sense of fullness drives the fox wild. He lets out timid, excited oinks as Grace, bracing the pig by the fatty thighs, humps him deeply. It is difficult for Klo to imagine the curvy female as forceful as she is, but she is truly relentless. She pants and growls occasionally as she ruts. Pulling him close with each go the dog ensures her every motion reaches as deeply as possible inside her partner. Her hefty endowments quake and a lustful snarl curls her lips. Her fervor would frighten most but Klo is in this case too kinky to torture. He gag's on the dildo and clenches his rear greatly enjoying the rigorous fucking.

Changing tack the dog rests her chest on Klo's back and reaches beneath him. He is aware of this only because he can see it in the mirror. She wraps a hand around Klo's penis and as he had guessed he can't feel a thing. He is aware that it is being grabbed and moved, but he feels no pleasure from it as he certainly should. He squeals.

"Ooohh -hunh- I'm sorry. Did you want -hmm- to get off too piggy?" Grace licks her lips and eyes the pig in the mirror. He oinks emphatically in response. "You do?" The dog pumps the rubbery cock a few times to emphasize how ineffectual it is. She mashes and mashes to no avail. A prolonged groan escapes Klo's filled maw. "Sorry Klo. You're just a toy. You exist now for my pleasure, not your own. But you love that, don't you?" Grace runs her hand over Klo's cheek while having a particularly deep thrust in his rear. She worms a finger into his vacant mouth. He can feel it probing within the dildo and sucks as well as he can. "I knew you would make a fantastic cock warmer."

Grace removes her finger from the fox's mouth and plants both hands on Klo's rump. The fox, very familiar with this particular mode of intercourse, can tell that her coming is near. Her cock swells to its largest size and she redoubles the speed and strength of her humps. With nothing holding Klo in place Grace actually propels him forward with her strength. The suit squeaks in time with the humps delighting the restrained fox who conveys his delight with grunts and snorts via the mask.

"Mmmh. You love getting porked don't you?"

"Oink-oink!" As Klo is moaning his reply Grace has her climax. Moaning loudly herself the dog humps herself to the hilt and blows a voluminous load. Klo had felt full before, but now feels positively overflowing. In fact a good deal of the cum erupts from his anus and mingles with the grease on the pig's legs. Grace naturally stays embedded within Klo until she is completely satisfied and a small puddle of seed dirties the glassy floor beneath him. And even after she has reached her peak the dog humps a few more times as her erection wanes. The fox is overwhelmed and feels as though he might lose consciousness. He is brought down to earth when Grace begins to remover herself from him. She pulls herself about halfway out before withdrawing quickly with a slurp which causes more drips to fall. The dog rounds Klo to stand looming above him. Her cock deflates upon the pigs nose, leaving some seed there as well. The fox oinks happily.

"Wasn't that fun? I can tell we are going to be great friends Klo." Grace says, bending to look him in the eyes. The only aspect of Grace that unsettles Klo is her black eyes but he does enjoy the mocking, pitying expression in them now. "I am going to do sooooo many twisted things to you. I want to see how far your masochism will go." Klo has a difficult time imagining a punishment from Grace that wouldn't make him scream with pleasure. "For now however there are other wishes to attend to. Other poor souls like yourself who need my help. I will be back as soon as I can alright?" The dog bends forward and plants a loud, wet kiss on his pink snout. Then, upon her rising Klo finds that she is dressed once again in her form-fitting dress. Her hair is neat as well, fixed in an instant. She walks around Klo with a surprising indifference and when he begins to grunt and oink in protest she turns her attention toward him as if she had forgotten about his presence.

"Oh, sorry. I guess you'll be lonely without me. Here, I have an idea." The dog, as seen by Klo in the mirror, produces a strange toy from behind her back. It is vaguely phallic in shape, but it seems to jiggle as though it has a life of its own. It is too shiny to be plastic or vinyl. Grace plants it against Klo's anus and then swiftly, carelessly slides it inside. It feels like a butt plug, but as Klo has guessed it is wriggling and roving within him. Klo squirms in pleasurable discomfort. Grace runs her hand over the pig's rump, sealing the toy beneath the thick rubber of the suit. The toy undulates and manages to tease Klo perfectly. His cock is numbed, but through the toy's manipulation he is brought to the brink of orgasm without being able to reach it. Grace grins at the twitching and squelching of the suit as Klo struggles within.

"There, that is sure to provide days of excitement." The dog waves a hand absently before her, summoning a portal so black that it can only be seen against the equally ebon backgrop due to its white outline. "You don't have to worry about eating, drinking or breathing in there so just enjoy yourself. As much as you can anyway. Bye piggy, see you in a few weeks or something." Grace blows Klo a kiss before hopping through the portal and vanishing from the spooky room completely.

Klo is distraced by her disappearance by the toy which is truly a tease. Within the pig's cum-covered snout Klo's face contorts. His hip gyrates as much as possible within the suit as his insides are probed relentlessly. Oinking into the moody void Klo eagerly awaits the next time he will be used. He watches. The only sight of note is himself in the grey glow. The pig jostles very slightly once in a while, but for the most part Klo is gone, submerged within the fat pig until his new master decides to allow him his freedom.