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"So sour, they'll have you MELTING for more!"

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Today was supposed to be a normal day for Simon: wake up, check the mail, grab a newspaper on the way, and read it while eating breakfast. However, something unexpected happened this morning, disturbing his usual routine: an unknown package in his mailbox. The little parcel was fairly small, light, and made a peculiar sound when shaken. According to the packaging, it was something sent from "Lil' Pals Inc". He hadn't heard a lot about these guys; most of it being the recent gossip about how they were building a factory nearby.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he took the package home, deciding to check it out while he ate.

A bit later this morning, the wolf boy lowered his newspaper, staring at the box as he took a sip of hot chocolate. Putting the thing down he reached for the box, tearing the cardboard open, only to find... candy? He pulled out one, two, three... five bags of bizarrely shaped candy, along with a note reading: "Congratulations! You have been selected via a lottery to be the receiver of one of our newest products, Sour Pockets™! Please find, here enclosed, a few sample bags, along with a special redeem code for a discount on your next purchase of Sour Pockets™!"

Simon scratched his head, confused, "A lottery?... I don't remember participating in anything like that... did they get the wrong address?" Checking the packaging again only confirmed he was the recipient of the package. Maybe it had been some sort of private lottery? Though he felt the concept of randomly picking people in a little town without anybody being aware was kind of odd. Still, a little candy every now and then was nice, and he definitely wasn't one to say no to some. Quickly wrapping up on his breakfast, the lupine then grabbed one bag, gently opening it and poking his nose inside, wanting to see what they smelled like... only to retch and cough at the putrid stench that hit his sensitive nose. "Holy shit, what the hell is that?!" he whined, his hair standing on end from goosebumps. There was no way candy that smelled that bad was still edible, right? It had to be expired, or something like that. Grabbing one from the bag and inspecting it, the wolf realised the candy's odd appearance: it was shaped like a sheath and balls! He snickered for a second, hoping he just had a dirty mind and that wasn't what the company was going for. After thoroughly checking both the package and the candy, he didn't find anything that seemed to indicate he could safely eat it. "Well... it's just candy, at worst I'll get sick, right?..." he told himself, raising his hand to his mouth, before giving a tentative lick of the candy. The sourness tickled his tongue almost immediately, before the sweet, sugary and fruity flavor hit him. He was pleasantly surprised, enough to attempt at swallowing the treat whole. It was soft to chew on, the juicy taste pouring onto his palate, making him hum in guilty pleasure. There was, however, an odd aftertaste he couldn't quite possibly identify; it was a bit unpleasant, but he found eating the candy easily worth it anyway. "Well... don't judge a book by its cover, I guess. Or should I say its smell!" Picking back up the newspaper, the wolf munched on the candy while he finished reading.

A few days was all it took him to finish the entirety of the packages he had been sent. He had gotten used to the aftertaste and grown quite fond of the candy, so much so he was a bit disappointed when he reached his hand into the bag to find it empty- the bag he knew had been the last one of the package he had gotten. Thankfully, he knew how to fix this issue, and a couple minutes later he was already typing the link on the letter he was sent, the site easily directing him to the page he wanted. Feeling a bit "generous", he grabbed a dozen; the price was low, and with his discount, it cost so little he wouldn't even feel the difference.

And he waited.

And waited...

Three days after his purchase, as he was putting on clothes for the day, Simon noticed his underwear felt... tighter, smaller. He frowned, concerned, fearing him binging on those five bags a week earlier had caused him to gain a bit of weight. Scratching his crotch absent-mindedly, he shook his head, dismissing the thought; he was probably imagining things.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang; the wolf's ears perked up, and he dashed to the door, as excited as a kid on their birthday morning. He opened it, welcoming a seemingly normal delivery girl- except for the gigantic bulge she had in her pants, to which the lupine's attention was immediately drawn to.

"G'd'aft'noon", she started, looking at her clipboard with one hand as she held a crate under her other arm, "Lil' Pals Inc delivery forruuhhh... Simon Boley? This the right place?" she asked, looking up from her board, only to see the guy standing there, gawking at her crotch.

"U-Uh, y-yeah... that's me. I'm Simon."

Seeing his obvious staring, the delivery doe sported a cocky grin, before gently shoving the box in the guy's arms, "Eyes up here, naughty boy.~ Sour pockets, right? You'll love 'em, I know I did." She winked at him, the gesture only further confusing Simon. Was that delivery girl flirting with him?

"I--Uhh, what? What do you mean?" he tried to ask, but as her only reply the doe walked closer, invading his personal space, pushing her body against his.

"You know, I even have my own personal supply... Wanna have some~?" Before the wolf could even figure out what she meant, her hands reached down to her pants, and she began unzipping them. Yelping in sudden panic Simon tried to stop her, only for her to push him onto the floor with a simple shove. The package tumbled and crashed, spilling its contents, a dozen candy bags pouring on top of each other. Finally, the girl pulled her pants down, and her junk flopped out. The lupine's eyes widened in shock as he understood where the bulge came from... she didn't have a massive dick, nor massive balls. She had a humongous sheath.

"Mmmff... It gets so stuffy down there during work..."-she grabbed at the ends of the condom-like cap that was wrapped around her massive sheath, tugging it off gently-"I can't stain my employee clothes... but I'm sure you can give me a hand, right?" With a huff she yanked the thing off, and immediately a deluge of sick, off-yellow gunge poured out of the swollen cock-pocket. It oozed down slowly, splattering in thick drops all over Simon's chest- and then the smell hit him. The thick, choking stench of sweat, grime, and smegma caused him to retch and cough, the wolf instinctively beginning to struggle in an attempt to pull away. This only caused the doe to giggle, her victim powerless under the weight of her sheath.

"C'mon! Give it a taste!" she insisted, gently thrusting forward. This caused a new wave of chunky slop to wash over Simon, the filth reaching his face. Some got in his mouth and as he panicked he gulped some of it down, the taste invading his throat, tongue, everything... and then he stopped. The taste was... wasn't that bad? In fact, it wasn't what he had expected at all. It surprised him so much he had frozen in confusion; he knew that flavor. He recognized it immediately, and it was like being enlightened.

"Wait... that taste..."

The doe nodded, a grin on her face, "Yep. That's the aftertaste you can feel when you eat the candy." Shock washed over Simon, then disgust; this had been the odd flavor he kept tasting? Overgrown smegma coming from a neglected, disgusting sheath?

Another helping of stinky, steamy dick-cheese pushed into his face. Despite the overwhelming odor and rank taste, his brain had been conditioned to be addicted to it; it recognised a flavor of something it had grown to love so much. The filthy slime didn't feel so bad, he could pick up bits of sourness, that little sugary taste, that artificial flavor... Yes, that was exactly what it was. An artificial flavor made to drive one crazy. Every breath was smegma, every taste was smegma, every touch was smegma; the lupine was way too overwhelmed by the increasingly pushy doe to notice the tiny little black dots in the slimy, dirty yellow sea, swimming around, digging into it, soon reaching his fur, his flesh- and biting into it. The critters were almost invisible to the naked eye, and Simon would certainly not have been able to spot them, what with having his face covered in tar-thick gunk. They all seemed to focus on his groin, reaching for the base of his shaft and sinking into his skin, some of them even installing themselves on his cock. As he snorted and gagged and coughed and choked on the seemingly endless smegma, the doe simply began "jerking off", rubbing and squeezing her sheath hard, causing even more of it to spurt on her poor victim. Poor Simon felt it increasingly hard to resist, overwhelmed on all fronts, the taste growing more and more pleasant as his senses were drowned under a mountain of dick-cheese.

"Fffff--Yeah... That's right, naughty boy..." moaned the doe, feeling an orgasm inside her massive sheath, the jizz immediately mixing with her smegma-coated insides, "Keep eating... you'll get your own personal supply to eat from soon enough..." As she enthralled him she kept humping and pushing her sheath into the wolf, humming as she heard his tongue hard at work on slurping up her mess...

How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Days, maybe? Simon could barely even remember his own name when he let out a massive belch, his overstuffed belly having so much smegma he was more dick-cheese than wolf, now. The delivery girl was ecstatic, gently pulling back the condom-like cap over her hideously swollen sheath, the thick pouch glistening in spit-shine. As for the wolf, his own sheath already looked bloated, thicker than usual. It caused a significant bulge in his underwear, his retracted, knotted shaft feeling increasingly warmth, as if swimming in a pool of hot jizz.

The doe finally managed to slip her pants past her sheath, then rummaged through the back pocket of her pants to pull out a little business card; with a flick, she sent it flying onto Simon's forehead, before turning around and waving at him.

"If you're interested in more, feel free to give us a ring...~" she began, her husky voice echoing in the lupine's smegma-addled mind, "If you liked this, I'm sure you'll like working with us." The last thing Simon heard before passing out was a cute giggle.

"Is this really gonna work, I wonder..."

Simon stared at the little card in his hand, his phone in the other with the number written on the piece of paper already input- all he had to do now was press the call button. He bit his lip, one hand reaching for his bulging pants, scratching madly at his impossibly itchy crotch; it had turned so swollen, so itchy and smelly, since that delivery girl paid him a visit a month ago. And yet, he loved it- and he kept finding himself undressing to shove his hands in his hyper-sized sheath, sampling his own scum and scarfing it down, revelling in the strong, disgusting taste, the texture so thick he had to chew to swallow it down.

Having discovered this pleasure, he wanted more... but was this company really going to give him what he was looking for? Would he really find what he wanted-- no, needed, by working for Lil' Pals Inc?

There was only one way to know. Taking a deep breath, the wolf finally pressed the call button...