A Very Unusual Day
Daylight crept across the dank rubbish-strewn floor, the luminous fingers of the morning sun caressing all that it touched; empty beer cans, pizza boxes, all were kissed by the light. The bed in the middle of the room creaked gently as the occupant slowly turned over onto his side in an effort to keep the invading morning from his sleep-deprived eyes. Ember groaned loudly as he slowly realised that there was no escape from the fact that it was time to greet the new day and wake up. Sighing heavily, he slowly emerged from his pit and fumbled about, looking for a pair of clean underwear amongst the filth of his bedroom. Eventually he discovered a pair that vaguely resembled something clean; grumbling to himself about the price of washing machine tablets he swiftly pulled them on, pausing only to take a brief look at himself in the full length dress mirror to his side. His dreadlocks were matted and lank; his fur was stale with sweat and looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks. It seemed that unemployment was not exactly a Komodog's best friend. Ember stretched and yawned loudly, deciding he had best take a shower before starting his day, he threw the semi-clean boxers into the corner and stepped out of his room and headed for the shower.
Stepping into the bathroom, Ember's naked body was reflected in the polished white tiles; he made a point of keeping at least the bathroom of his humble abode clean. He paused briefly to admire himself as he gracefully stepped into the shower.
"I may be dirty," he thought to himself, "but damn I still look good"
A smug smile crossed his face as he narcissistically daydreamed about his own perfect body, the envy of every fur he had ever known, and likely every one he would ever known. The steaming hot water spat out of the shower head and cascaded down Ember's lithe form like a waterfall, washing away the filth and impurities of last night's sleep. He groaned in satisfaction as he rubbed the dirt away, and massaged the shower gel sensuously all over his body until his fur glistened with a healthy radiance. He knew no-one was looking, but he played up for an audience anyway, it made him feel good about himself and reinforced in his mind just how well formed his body was. He reached out and slowly turned the taps of the shower off, letting every last drop of water fall onto his fur. A low grin slowly spread across Ember's face as he slunk out of the cubicle and saw his wet body in front of him, reflected in the rapidly steaming mirror. He strolled up to the reflective surface and gently wiped it clean so he could see his face staring back at him. Ember cocked his head at a jaunty angle and grinned widely.
"What fur could resist that?" he said out loud.
"Oh I think I might have an idea," a mysterious voice called out from behind him
Ember spun round, shocked at the sound of the unfamiliar voice in his apartment,
"Who's there?" he cried out in alarm.
"You cannot see me Ember, don't even try looking for me, as I am not here. Well, not physically anyway," the strange voice echoed in reply.
"Ok! Enough! Who are you? What are you? Where are you?"
"I am the heart and soul of everything, I am as water and dirt, and breathe itself, I am in your mind Ember," the voice took on a more enigmatic and dangerous tone.
Ember's face turned from terrified to cynical in an instant,
"Ok, so you're Jesus or something, whatever man." He felt a strong pressure on his throat as an invisible force pulled him upwards and smashed him against the bathroom
wall with the impact of a cannonball.
"Never, ever question my authority again, Komodog. I could snap you in half like a dry twig and feel no remorse for doing so," the voice growled at Ember with the power of a
thousand years of pent-up fury.
Ember gasped as his legs kicked out frantically, searching for solid ground to rest on that could not be found. He grasped futilely at the invisible force keeping him suspended in the air; a strangled gargling noise emanating from his throat as he struggled for the air he needed to speak with.
"Wh...what do you w..w..want?" He managed eventually, the pressure on his throat becoming almost unbearable.
"I want you to see what it's like for everyone you've ever spat on, Ember. Every time you've laughed at other furs, mocked them for their appearance, joked about who they are. It's time you learnt what it feels like to be just like them. I'm taking away your so-called perfect body, and I'm going to give you something a little bit more realistic," the voice spoke to Ember with a seemingly sadistic note of cruelty and delight as it unveiled the details of its plan to him.
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you saying?," the note of panic was as clear as the morning sun, Ember was going to lose all that he had worked for, all because of one vindictive spirit.
The fear grew in his eyes as he desperately looked all around the bathroom for something to help him, to fight off the controlling force around his neck. Nothing of use could be found, unless spirits were driven away by well-used toothbrushes. Letting out one last gasp of terror, Ember felt his body being lifted through the air as his tormentor carried him through the hallway of his apartment and into his bedroom. His struggling still not getting him anywhere; he looked around in a panic as he felt himself being dragged to his bed.
"Don't you fucking rape me you sick son of a bitch!" Ember screamed hoarsely, his voice nearly ruined by the cruel phantom hand of his assailant.
"Don't flatter yourself Ember," the voice responded dryly, "you're not that pretty. No, I've got something far more fitting planned for you."
The spirit momentarily released Ember, but only to throw him face-up onto his bed. Immediately he tried to scramble to his feet and escape, but to no avail. The invisible force pinned him down on his chest and securely tied him to the bedposts using his sheets. Ember screamed, louder than he had ever thought possible. Someone had to hear him and come to his rescue.
"Scream all you like Komodog, no-one will hear you, I've made sure of that, you cannot escape this," the voice slowly made its way closer to his ears, and spoke again in a low, dirty whisper, "in fact, I think you might even like it a little bit."
Desperation filled Ember's eyes as he pulled at his bonds, his desire for freedom now so desperate, he didn't care about anything else; all he wanted was to be out of his apartment and free from his tormentor. He stopped suddenly when he felt a very curious sensation ripple through his body, it was as if someone was stoking him from the inside with their fingernails. He moaned slightly, the sensation getting stronger and stronger. Unable to help himself, he felt his cock getting hard, it slowly but surely emerged from his sheath, until it was so erect it quivered in the breeze of the air conditioning. Ember's head lolled back at rested gently on his pillow, now in a state of sexual euphoria. The feeling stopped as quickly as it had begun, jerking his head up sharply, he looked around in confusion.
"Now the real fun begins," the voice whispered gently, a note of excitement and arousal in its tone.
"What..."
Ember didn't have time to finish his sentence, he could feel his stomach gurgling gently, as if he hadn't eaten in days. Groaning slightly in discomfort, he found that his bonds had become loose enough for him to free himself, swiftly realising this, he leapt away from the bed immediately and shook himself down. As he started walking towards the door, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, something amiss on his stomach.
"What in the hell?!"
His six-pack was disappearing before his very eyes, he stared in horror, as he watched his sculpted muscles gradually sinking into his body, being replaced by a gently curving stomach. Ember panicked and frantically poked and prodded at his rapidly expanding waistline. The more he poked though, the faster he seemed to be gaining weight. It wasn't long before his six-pack had transformed into a convincing paunch, his gut starting to hang a little bit, and soft, well-formed moobs sat where pecs had once stood. In his delirium, Ember spun round to find the exit to his apartment, but only succeeded in falling flat on his face.
Feeling dazed and confused, he looked sharply left and then right as he tried to clear his head. He could feel the pressure of his expanding stomach pressing against the hardwood floor. It felt soft and squishy, and it was picking up speed. He stood up quickly and looked down with a mix of horror and fascination. He must have put on 100 lbs in the last 2 minutes. It wasn't just his stomach now though, he could feel a double-chin gently caressing his throat and his ass felt as though it was being padded and filled. Ember frantically grabbed hold of his huge belly in both hands, lifting it upwards and then letting it drop. He paused when he watched it bob and sway as it fell. Why was he getting aroused by this? Sure enough, he glanced down, and saw his cock, just barely visible from underneath his soft, flabby belly.
This was a new revelation to Ember, he sat down at the edge of his bed and stopped moving for a while as he watched his enormous furry belly get wider and wider, softer and softer. It started hanging between his legs and rubbing against his rock hard cock. The more it did this, the more turned-on Ember became, he closed his eyes and groaned in delight as he pressed his hands onto his stomach and felt them being pushed apart as his belly grew and grew without mercy. He felt his hard cock getting wet at the top as he started preing over the bottom of his gargantuan stomach. He opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror opposite the bed. He must have weighed 400 lbs by now, but it showed no signs of slowing down at all, if anything it was getting faster and more aggressive.
Groaning loudly, Ember waddled towards the closet, his mind having ideas for how to turn this situation into something even more than what it was. He pulled open the door and squeezed himself inside the tiny room, his belly and butt rubbing violently against the doorframe; the sensation made Ember squeal with excitement and delight. He stood in the doorframe, keeping his belly surrounded by the cheap wood; it kept on expanding as he stood there, his fluffy flab making the closet groan in protest. Ember grabbed the sides of the door and closed his eyes, letting the sensation of constriction and the weight gaining take him over completely. He had never been so aroused in his entire life; cum started to drip gently down his cock and onto the hard floor below as he got fatter and fatter.
The doorframe creaked and groaned and started to splinter as Ember's soft squishy belly proved too much for it. The whole thing cracked and broke under the pressure, sending him flying forward and resulting in his stomach looking about twice as big as it was released from the constrictive pressure of the doorframe. Ember spun on the spot and landed heavily on his now well-padded back. He watched with animalistic glee as his stomach rippled and swayed as he landed. He closed his eyes and rubbed his belly all over, revelling in the hugeness and bulk of it, his cock rubbing against it, aggressively spraying cum all over him as he felt himself orgasming again and again, each one more intense than the last. Taking his spooge, Ember rubbed it furiously into his flabby, furry gut, grinning all the while whilst enjoying the sensation of being truly fat.
After his cock could take no more and he felt well and truly spent, Ember let his head crash down onto his bedroom floor, a smile of euphoric happiness and contentment etched upon his face, his hands all the while playing with his gargantuan gut, letting it ripple and wobble at his touch.
"Told you you'd like it...." The voice whispered to him with erotic glee.