FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Cheyenne!" A sudden shout bounced off the walls of her bedroom, forcing the groggy redhead to tug both earbuds from her ears. She'd been leaning over on her bed, long legs bare beneath short yoga-style shorts stretched out across the expanse of the comforter. A loose t-shirt spilled low on her neckline, giving a glimpse of the top of her ample cleavage until she tugged it up on her shoulders and smoothed her hair over her shoulders instinctively. Shucking a textbook off her lap, she perked up to reply, "What is it, Mom?"

"Honey, do you have any laundry for me to do? I'm putting in a white load!" Cheyenne rolled her eyes, sighing hard enough that the sweep of bangs over her forehead fluttered until she smoothed it back off her face. "I swear, it's like I'm still twelve." She grumbled, shouting back a negative before suddenly her phone buzzed on the bed sheet beside her. A familiar face filled the screen, a rounded face with stubble dotted over the chin beneath lips curled into a cheeky grin. Beneath the picture, "Brian Calling..." flashed impatiently.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey baby, my shift got canceled at work tonight! Think we could get together.... and maybe, *get together*?" Cheyenne's lips curled into a brief smile, chuckling at the sound of his wink through the phone, knowing the mischief that'd be on his face right now. She could see the way his scruffy face would dimple beneath the thin layer of stubble from his day with his smirk, but his eyes would look absolutely childish. She pictured him slipping into her bedroom now, leaning over where she sat on the bed until his lips hovered just above hers to be claimed in a deep kiss before he sunk down over top of her, grabbing her hips and sliding her t-shirt up her side. She felt his hands slip over her stomach, just the fingertips seeming to draw design over the skin and send jolts of electricity through her body while his free hand pushed her hair back and held her cheeks. His kisses would get rougher as a bulge grew against her leg, rubbing into her impatiently while his lips trailed to her throat, licking and nipping at the skin before he'd whisper in her ear... "Hey there, sweetie! Working on homework?"

She looked up to see her dad's beaming smile from the door frame, a plump hand waving in greeting and her excitement fizzled out. Waving him away, she sighed. "I can't. I have the closing shift at work tonight and that midterm tomorrow. Plus, my parents are both home, we couldn't find any privacy here even if we had time to."

A sigh crackled through the other line, a sound filled with the building tension between the two at their distance lately. "I swear, babe, I can't even remember what you look like... It's been so long since I've seen ya."

"You just saw me today! I ate lunch with you after Chemistry!"

"Not the same. I want to see you longer than thirty minutes at a time. Lunch breaks aren't enough." Cheyenne's lips drooped further, forming a sad and understanding pout. Her red hair, that glittered dully in the dim lights of her bedroom, spilled into her face, but she didn't push it away and instead just leaned over the phone more with a soft sigh.

"I know, it's hard. Once we save enough-"

"I don't know how we are going to last that long! I want to spend every night with you! I'm tired of always spending every night apart from you! I just get glimpses between work and school before we both go to sleep!"

"Listen, I can't do this right now. I only have a few hours before work." In unison, they both sighed with a sense of defeat in the air. Neither could afford to move out, but neither wanted to spend their nights apart and their days juggling everything else. "But, I love you."

"I love you too. Study hard, Cheyenne."

Cheyenne hung up, but didn't instantly pick up her textbook again- even though its text-filled pages taunted her with all the topics she hadn't reviewed in weeks. Her hands raked up through her hair, pushing it back into a ponytail instead, hair hanging down her back in a sleek line. Just as she started to re-gather her materials with a little shake of her head, her mother yelled up about dinner in an hour and her father poked his head into the room with a cheery wave.

"Ugh..." She flopped back against the pillows, glaring at the waiting homework. "I swear to God, only magic is going to get us together with any privacy!" Then, grumbling, she threw herself into cramming before she hurriedly dressed and rushed into work at a small, downtown diner. That night, hunched over the counter watching an elderly couple sharing the final slice of pecan pie in the joint, she spotted a sign across the street that glinted with newness. For a second, she eyed the sign, but then the bickering between the old couple grabbed her attention sharply.

"Oh come on, Marge. Just because we're old doesn't mean it's silly!"

"Oh Robert! I don't need you feeding me, I'm not an invalid!"

"Say that to your new hips! Open up, this pie is your favorite!" A wrinkled hand waved at him in protest, but thin lips parted to accepted the bite from her husband before the two clasped hands and leaned a bit closer. Their voices still fluctuated in and out of playful arguing, but their attention stayed absorbed on one another, a warm glow of love seeming to throb out from where they sat.

Her long, copper hair poured over her shoulder and glinted beneath the glaring lights of the dinner. It glistened as the brightest feature on her body, but then with a closer look her eyes peeked out from behind the sweep of her bangs. Thick eyelashes rimmed around wide, dark bedroom eyes. In the tight t-shirt, marked with the splaying logo of the diner, her breasts swelled under the fabric with the faintest dot of each nipple showing. Turning over her shoulder, the tips of her long locks swept over the counter before they dropped to hang free behind her. "I wonder if Brian and I will ever be like that..." She thought, pursing her lips in contemplation before she sighed. "We sure won't if we can't find a solution!" She glanced towards the couple again, but then the new sign across the street grabbed her attention again.

"Is there a new store over there?" she asked, leaning towards the window into the kitchen, where steam and profanity escaped in equal proportions. For a brief second, a tanned face looked up to her. "Yeah, 'Treasure Chest' or something!"

She peered across the dark street, eyeing the window that still lit up from the small storefront to see a stack of top hats spilling against the window beside a massive banner, "Now Open! Come Find What You've Been Looking For! Magic for Any Matters!"

"Hmm... Magic huh?" Cheyenne muttered to herself, sweeping her eyes over the counter and idly running a rag over its gleaming surface. "I wonder if they'll be open when I leave..."

*****

"And done!" Cheyenne announced to the empty diner once she'd set the broom back into its slot in the closet. Since everyone else had shuffled out, she finished the nightly cleaning alone with the darkness of night all around through every window, except for where light still spilled out from the Treasure Chest next door. "I can't believe that place is still open..." She murmured, but began to creep towards the intriguing new store. She skimmed beside it, peering in through the dull windows to see a skewed shape of stuffed shelving. She pursed her lips, peeking to the other side of the window to see posters on one wall of towering magicians.

"It can't hurt..." She mumbled and heading towards the entry way. Pushing the door open, a bell chimed against the upper edge. Just inside the door, she followed along a display table of dusty boxes. Gingerly, she plucked one up, skimming the back panel: "The cure all for the common cold! Wipe away the running nose! Eradicate headaches! End body pains! Be the healthiest lad in town!"

"Yeah right-" She scoffed, setting it down and letting her feet lead her slowly around the curl of the table to a small disk holder. "What is this?" She asked herself while reading the block lettered label: "CDS to Calm. From Parrots to Parole officers, no one can resists the pull of the soothing tracks from the ancient-"

"What a crazy place." She mumbled and began to turn around only to suddenly notice a person behind her. Her hand flew up to her breast, stifling a cry of surprise at his sudden appearance.

"Ah! Hello, dearie!" An aged man, with wrinkles lining around the smile lines enough to create a permanent crease through his cheeks, stepped up from behind the counter of the shop. "I knew I was up this late for a reason! What is it that you're in need of?"

"W-What do you mean? What I am in need of?" She blinked, glancing around the store to see dust bunnies hiding in hats beneath curtains graying along their frayed edges. Shelving lined down the center of the cramped store, holding buckets filled with mismatched products and stacked with boxes with vintage-looking exteriors and exaggerated claims once in bright colors, now faded, into pastels. The floor rippled with uneven flooring, seeming to wave down the length of the store. "How odd, it looks like this place had been here forever." Cheyenne thought to herself, a perplexed crinkle in her forehead.

"Well, what is your problem?" The man repeated, looking at her with a twinkle in his deeply set eyes. His stare didn't waver from her, just patiently watched until she met his gaze. "I know that there must be some issue, or you wouldn't be here, but if you don't tell me what needs solving, I cannot sell you the solution."

Nodding her head along with him, Cheyenne couldn't seem to find words. "How would he know that I have an issue? What is going on? Did I fall asleep?" Finally, with a small shake of her head in disbelief, she told the old man about the distance between her boyfriend, Brian, and herself since they couldn't get any privacy when they were together and rarely had any time at all.

"Ah, yes. Stuck with the parents, but without any money?" His voice lowered into the sympathetic croon like that of a grandparent, not a stranger.

"Y-yeah. We've both been saving up our vacation days so that we can get away together sometime, but we are both so broke that even if we did... we can't really afford a hotel unless we want to cut into our savings for an apartment together." Her lower lip drooped, a sad pout filling her face before the man slapped his hands down onto both thighs. "I got just the thing! Just the thing!" With hurried steps that made the floor groan and creak beneath him, he rushed down the length of the store, weaving between wobbling displays and ducking around overfilled shelves. "Yes, this is just right!" He mumbled to himself, squatting down and tugging a small box out from beneath a crammed, drooping display. "Ah ha! This is it!"

He slapped the box down, lifting the lid to show a small talisman that seemed to be a man, though parts of it were distorted as though it'd been broken and pieced back together. Cheyenne leaned in, squinting with confusion. "What is that?"

"It's a transformation talisman." The old man explained, picking up the small metal figurine and holding it in his palm. "This allows the owner to transform someone into something else, but once it's been used on one person, it cannot be changed to another target and it cannot be used on one's self. In the past, it was meant to be an attack or defense device, to allow the creation of a harmless opponent that couldn't use one's weapon on themselves. However, for you, it'd work just as well. " He nodded solemnly, holding it out to her to see the details in the carvings. "The humanistic form being distorted represents the change that is happening to allow for the transformation. This, if used well, could allow your boyfriend and you to find a way to spend nights together, no?"

For a long minute, Cheyenne didn't speak. Her mind struggled to wrap around the idea of changing Brian into something else, but another part of her instantly found hope in the possibility. "So, with this I could change him into something... harmless and then just change him back? No side effects or anything? This actually works?"

The elder nodded patiently, smiling with his cheeks creasing. "This can be your solution. Easy peasy." He assured, leading her back towards the cash register. She followed, though her eyes were flicking around the floor as though tracking her train of thought. "How does that work though? Just magic?"

"Why of course, magic! What else could do this!" He laughed heartily once and then shook his head as though she was a silly, naive girl. Cheyenne stiffened, crossing her arms. "That's not possible. I don't feel like wasting my money on a scam, mister. How much is it even?"

"Asking price is $250."

"Two hundred and fifty dollars? Are you crazy? I barely make that in a week working overtime!"

"Well, it is magic..." He looked at her like she was scoffing at the price of a gumball, like it was silly to even argue, but then he softened. "I know you don't believe me. And I know that you are trouble. I want you to have this very badly." He paused a moment, but she still didn't respond.

"In fact, I give discount. Just pay... twenty dollars? If it doesn't work, you can return it tomorrow, but if it does you got a steal."

Cheyenne pursed her lips, rocking on her heels with nervous fidgeting before with a sudden burst of excitement she nodded and fished out her wallet. He rang her up, chattering: "You know, I am silly to do this! I won't eat tonight because of this discount! I hope you and boyfriend are very happy because of this." Cheyenne humored him, but she still was unsure she believed it.

Walking out, the man waved goodbye. Once the door shut behind her, all the lights in the shop instantly dimmed, as though it had been closed for hours.

"Weird..."

With a shake of her head, she dismissed the feeling of confusion and instead reached for her cell phone, "Brian! Want to spend some time together? The night?"

"Huh? You know your parents don't want me over for the night. Neither do mine."

"You're not going to believe me, but I've found a way. Can I come over? I'll show you." He agreed, though with disbelief edging his voice, and soon Cheyenne was pulling into his driveway only to be greeted on his porch. Brian beamed, welcoming her with a warm smile and a warmer hug that pulled her cheek in to press to his broad chest. Beneath the fabric of his sheet, faint definition of muscle showed with the bulge of pecs and then the soft tapering of his abdomen beneath tracing lines of each packed muscle. While his body was toned and hard, his eyes were soft and light with a bright quality that let them twinkle when he looked down at the shorter girl. "Mmm... whether you're just messing with me or not, I'm glad I get to see you."

"This will actually work! We can finally spend time together, but there's a hitch. But! It's just temporary!" Cheyenne tugged his hands, guiding him to sit beside her on the swinging bench. In a rush, she spilled to him about the store and the talisman, "You'd have to be changed into something, something harmless that I could easily take home and explain!" She paused, bit her lip, and looked at him with a shy expression. "What do you think?"

Brian tightened his grip on her hands, leaning down to kiss her cheek once. "Babe, if this gets me in your arms at night, I'm in. In fact, I've got the perfect idea for what." He took off back up the stairs to his bedroom, returning with the massive plush that usually spanned the headspace of his bed. With legs in front and back splayed out, it was a husky laying on its stomach. Dark, marbled gray faux fur coated it's entire body, giving it a puffy, fluffy exterior amplified by a big, curled tail that attached to it's back and a furry face farmed around it's squat muzzle. "We can just say that I gave him to you, right? This would be the perfect thing."

"Oh Brian! This is perfect! We can take our time off work now and save our money for the apartment by just bringing you home!" She leapt up, hugging around him and the plush together. Her hair spilled over his shoulders, filling his nose with her sweet, sugar-dusted scent from baking at the diner earlier. Brian sighed, pulling her in tighter. "Anything for this..." He thought, even though a peek down to the husky tucked under his arm sent the faintest throb of concern through him, a mere inkling of trouble.

"Come on! I'll change you in the car, we can see how this works!" Cheyenne jumped with a skip in her step, hurriedly pulling her boyfriend towards the car. He glanced back to his house once, feeling the night air send a chill down his spine before he was sliding onto the backseat of the car. Warm lips pressed to his neck, eagerly welcoming him into the heat of the car so contrary to the chill of outside. "The old man didn't really tell me how to use this thing..." She murmured, grabbing and clutching the little figure in her palm. It's ridges and edges pressed into the soft skin of her hand, letting her feel its mutated human shape while she pressed into Brian. "I wonder if I just imagine the shape or something..." She fumbled, pushing the hand holding the talisman to his arm in her attempt to check the box for instructions from the other side of the car from where it sat. When it hit his skin, a sudden jolt shot through his body. For a second, he saw his own plush, from Cheyenne's eyes, flash through his eyes.

His limbs felt like Jello, seeming to melt away out of his control. Everything inside lightened, so that his body barely had any heft where it sat. Suddenly, instead of looking out over the top of Cheyenne's head, taller than her even when they hunched together in the car, his view started to lower. He faced her forehead, where a small crease showed her intrigue at what was happening. Then, her eyes, both forming wide, quarter-sized circles of shock that sent a zip of fear down Brian's spine, "What's happening?"

"Y-you're actually changing!" she gasped, and with his falling height, he saw her lips form the words before his face tipped down her chest and stomach. His eyes rolled up, watching as a stare of surprise intermixed with Cheyenne's building excitement. "This feels so weird-" he started to say, but she just talked right over him with a squeal of excitement.

His arms, that before had propped him up against her, suddenly seemed to disappear. He felt his limbs lighten and he tipped forward. "Ah!" Trying to catch himself, he only felt a sudden lock in the bent of his arm socket, keeping them jutting out straight and useless. "W-woah..." he whimpered, hearing his voice soften.

His eyes swung down, seeing that the pale peach of his bare arms was gone. Instead, a soft white gray coated down the stiff, forward-facing limbs of his plush animal. Thick, overstuffed and oversized paws caped each of them, robbing him of any way to grab or hold. He imagined moving his fingers, but the motion wasn't even applicable, he had none. A sudden rush of helplessness overwhelmed him as he tipped forward. His nose bumped into his girlfriend's stomach, face going flat to the surface of her clothed lap. "I can't do anything!" He thought, suddenly looking up at Cheyenne, "I don't know if this is a good idea anymore!" He thought of being utterly helpless, with none of his limbs able to move but instead with all of them locked in this cushy, statue form like his arms were already. His legs kicked slightly, as if in rebellion to the coming change. "I don't know if I can be so-"

For a second, his breath caught in his throat. "I can't breathe!" Brian thought to himself, and a split second of panic shot through his body before suddenly. "I can't breath at all! M-my chest is stuffed!" The change had started inside, meaning his mouth still sucked in air, but it didn't get into the cavity of his chest now filling with cotton. He felt it inside, stuffing him like a convoluted case of heartburn, but he couldn't really feel anything at all inside himself. His brain still ached for oxygen, feeling a sudden fight or flight response at the sudden lack of it inside him. He tried to push up, instinctively trying to move his face from the suffocating pressure against his nose and mouth where they squished into Cheyenne's lap, but his arms wouldn't budge. They just sat there, resisting his cognitive commands to budge! "Come on! Come on!" He cried, but his voice wouldn't change either. Suddenly, his mouth felt dry and wouldn't respond. His jaw locked in place and began to meld together. Both eyes went wide, he thrashed, but at the same time his legs were shortening, stiffening into copies of his arms already frozen in plushy ice.

"I changed my mind! I can't do this!" Brian thought, feeling his nose seem to inflate with stuffing at the end of his crossed vision, though suddenly that was moving too. His eyes rolled up till they locked straight ahead and everything dulled. Then, within moments, the entire transformation finished with his body stiff held in its "relaxed" lounging position with legs and 'arms' jutting out on either end of his body so his tender, fluffy stomach sat against the seat of the car. Both ears cocked forward, giving him a limited range of volume towards his front but leaving a deficit back towards his oversized tail, curled perpetually up to leave his rump exposed.

"Wonderful!" Cheyenne clapped her hands together with a little wiggle in the seat that jostled Brian's plush body. His nose rubbed against the seat, breathing in the salty leftovers of french fries dropped between them, but she didn't even seem to notice the discomfort his slipping face had as it dragged down the side of the couch. "My dad will never know it's you!" She grabbed his waist, thrusting him up into the passenger seat before she clambered into the driver's.

Brian's head tipped back against the seat, giving him a fleeting image of the outside world as it rushed past until they hit a speed bump at the edge of the neighborhood, and he slipped. Then, his eyes faced the floor. He stared through the crevice of the seat and the door, the darkness of the carpet winked up at him, speckled with dust and crumbs of fast food dinners, he breathed in the faint scent of oil and dirt while Cheyenne's face tipped into a stream of fresh air from outside.

"H-hey, pick me up!" Brian thought, but his voice didn't translate out of his mind. Instead, he practically heard the sound of it muffling into the cotton of his mouth. He tried to move, imagining straining his muscles to push himself up to see from the window or to even just look over at Cheyenne, but nothing moved.

"This'll be so good! I'll just carry you in! My dad will just think that you're a stuffed plushie! Hell, you ARE a stuffed plushie!" she giggled to herself. Then, she continued to chatter excitedly about their plan without ever seeming to realize the Brian wasn't able to respond. Instead, he just listened to her excited and obvlious to him. "Brian! This is just so great! He wouldn't ever suspect a big, helpless plush! It's just the best thing!"

When they at last arrived at home, Cheyenne stopped the car with a hard thunk that sent Brian tumbling down off the seat. His nose scraped against the seat on the way down, smearing into the leaked lotion that rubbed off the backs of legs before it bumped into the floor. Then, he rolled upside down with his legs flailing, but even as he tried to right himself he couldn't. His eyes stared up under the seat, seeing where bits of paper used for jotted notes had fallen and dust had collected against the bunched rug. His nose sucked in, catching the rich scent of the floor with all its grime and dirt.

"Silly dog!" She laughed, scooping him up by his waist and hugging him to her side. Then, she jumped out of the car, smacking his head against the side of the door. "Oops! Hehe!" She laughed, but she just continued walking while Brian's eyes tried to discern where they were with his limited sight. She snuck inside the door silently, trying not to disrupt the quiet in the house. As her purse thunked down onto the coffee table, her dad rounded the dim hallway of the bedroom.

"Hey, honey. How was work?" He asked, scratching beneath his chin before he looked down to the plush beneath Cheyenne's arm. "What's that?"

"Oh! Brian gave it to me to have while he's away. A work conference or something..." She gave a little shrug, bouncing Brian against her side. His eyes rolled up to see her father's face briefly for a second before he stared at the ground again. For a minute, he quietly listened into their conversation playing over the drama of her work shift before she bounded down the hall towards her bedroom. Brian's head bounced madly with every step, tipping his body side to side.

Once inside her room, Brian felt a swell of hope in his chest. He was suddenly excited. "I'm changin' back, baby!" He suddenly saw Cheyenne's bed and pictured the two of them snuggled side by side, exactly what he wished for every night to have her head cradled on his chest or with her butt pressed to his front, spooned against him. "It'll be worth it. Just a little discomfort for the night with her. It's worth it."

Cheyenne glanced around the room, hearing the sound of her dad settling back into his own bed. "Shit, Brian." She hissed, leaning down into his furred neck while her fingers squeezed around his plush stomach with a nervous kneading. "I don't think I can change you back. My dad is right there! He'll hear you!"

For a second, Cheyenne looked down at the ground with her eyebrows knit together. She grumbled to herself before giving a little huff. "I know this wasn't a part of the plan! But! But you can just stay like that! We'll still spend time together!" She looked down at Brian's beady black eyes, glossy and reflective instead of insightful and communicative. "I know you understand!"

"What? Understand? You're not changing me back!?" Brian saw Cheyenne walk out of his range of sight, but he couldn't move to follow her! He imagined furrows forming on his forehead with frustration as it built inside, churning through his chest with that tightening clench of "I can't do this right now," but his furry face didn't change. In fact, Cheyenne ducked into his limited screen and giggled, giving him a glimpse of her ass she shucks out of her work uniform and slid the top off her head before running her finger along his forehead and musing the fur in a strip. Full, naked breasts briefly fill his vision before she danced away as if she'd forgotten that he couldn't continue. From outside his scope, she threw her pants and panties towards the waste bin, marking that he'd missed that part of the show.

She was at the corner of his sight, brushing through her hair leisurely, oblivious to what he was thinking to himself. "She really doesn't get it. It doesn't even occur to her that I might not want to stay trapped. God, I'm trapped. Everything is up to her. And she's oblivious! I can't speak! I can't move! I can't... I can't do anything! Oh God! Oh God!" Brian started to feel panic swell in his chest, mixing with the fluffy cotton that made his entire body feel light, nonexistent even. "Why isn't there anything I can do to just... express myself!?" He felt a swell of sadness mixing with his fear. "I sound like a distressed teenager again... no one knows what's best for me except for me. You don't understand how I feel..." He whimpered to himself, filling his head with an echo of his mounting anxiety.

"I just want to go home! We've been surviving just fine with how we've been! This isn't going to fix it! This is the worst thing that could have happened!" He found himself fixating on the idea of changing back. He imagined his body with his muscles taking place of the fluff, of him claiming his true form. As Cheyenne turned, sitting at the edge of the bed beside him as she swiped a cloth over her face, revealing a dewy pink skin beneath. "Change me back! Change me back! Change me back! Cheyenne! Change me! Change me! Cheyenne!" His mind strained, trying to get her to feel the energy waves or something, anything that might get his body back or even just to let him move. But instead, his body just felt like lead, carved as a statue and frozen stiff.

"Mm... you're so squeezable!" Cheyenne squeaked, grabbing around his waist while she slumped over him with a hug. However, unlike when she hugged him before and her pressure would be balanced by his foundation of strength so that she settled into him with that faint, comforting sensation of closeness, she squashed down over him. Her weight seemed to flatten his frame to the bed, forcing him to compress down against him. Her chin rested on his head, denting it in while his eyes were pointed to her dresser table where the little talisman sat. "Oh! Change me! I'm done!" He cried out, thinking perhaps that little symbol would recognize his response and glow or flicker somehow. However, the figure merely sat still and soon disappeared from his sight as Cheyenne tugged him to her chest more and rolled so he was on her stomach, finally releasing the weight of her on top.

"Even though we have to be quiet..." She whispered into his ear, though the sound seemed to just appear in his mind without the velvety soft appendage. "We can watch one of those silent films, in French! I'll put the subtitles on for you though!" She seemed to almost smirk at her decision, knowing full well that Brian HATED foreign films even with the subtitles on. He hated to have to read to follow something and Cheyenne tended to pick out the obscure, plotless variety that seemed to have more to do with fashion and costume design than making a movie at all.

"This isn't fair!" Brian thought, watching her click onto the films as it began with a rush of faint, muted music before her arms curled around him. With her to the side, he didn't feel crushed. Her breath seemed to tickle his neck gently, almost exactly like normal. Other than the fact that the entire length of his 'body' only reached to Cheyenne's waist, it felt like any other night with them snuggled together, close and safe. Brian started to feel his frustration ease, a soothing sensation sweeping through him.

"Mmm... This is okay..." Brian thought, even as the movie began to run with its small, printed subtitles. Cheyenne had his head perfectly aligned, letting him read the text as it ran and follow the story with ease. "Mmm-ph!" Suddenly, Cheyenne tipped her head against his, squishing him so that his eyes were now pointed up, letting him see only the upper corner of the screen where characters played and ran in and out but without any of the context to understand it. "H-hey now!" He cried, but the small seams that tied his mouth together suddenly felt apparent, as though the magic was reminding him of his place. As the movie progressed, Cheyenne forgot completely who the plush was and she hugged him tighter before tipping her head entirely onto him as a pillow. Her fingers clutched hard onto the flush of his stomach while his entire body flattened underneath her shifting form. At first, it was just her head rocking back over his and squashing his face into the sheets. Then, her entire torso laid over him, leg even tangling over top of his back legs and pulling him beneath her entire frame so that he flattened into the bed in a pancake of fur.

Over the hour mark, when her eyes drifted closed occasionally with rapid fire French providing soothing white noise, she scooped Brian behind her head entirely, holding onto his paws and tugging him around her head in a pillow. For a second, he felt relief to have his eyes off the white linens of the bed, giving him her room to stare out into, but he started to to feel the seams on his legs straining, clutching to one another with the tension of her hold on him.

"Mmm..." She sighed, utter relaxation seeming to fuel the soft sound while Brian felt his entire body tense. "She doesn't even realize what she's doing! She what? Forgot!?" His pride stung with the realization that forgetting is exactly what she'd done. She forgot the plush was him and not just a big, stuffed pillow. Well towards the end of the movie, she suddenly squeaked, "Oh! Brian! I forgot!" She giggled dismissively. Then, she snuggled back behind him normally as the movie continued, but she hadn't checked where his eyes were and he stared not at the screen but at the clock, watching as every minute slowly clicked past.

"Wow... It's so weird not to feel this time at all.." Brian thought, realizing that he didn't feel hunger or bathroom needs developing as the hour bled into another, however with the movie closing and Cheyenne drifting to sleep, time soon became the slowest element. Every second seemed to take a minute. Every minute seemed like an hour in the dead silence of the night. "She won't keep me like this all week will she? She'll probably change me back tomorrow." He thought, but then another idea occurred to him with a sickening thunk, "But she thinks this is fine. She didn't act like she understands. Would she really keep me like this for the entire week? A week!? Without moving? Without sleeping? With all this!?" Brian wished desperately for sleep to appear and rob him some of this time, instead he could only sit silently, completely still as the night slowly slinked past.

Through the night, Brian heard only his own thoughts echoing back in his head, the constant and faint ticking of the clock down the hall, and the rumbling background noise of Cheyenne's father snoring in the next room- a constant reminder of just how trapped he was. When the clock finally flashed a decent time and the sun poured in through the window, dancing through curtains and spilling out onto the bed, Cheyenne began to stir. Her arm swung out, curling around Brian tighter and yanking him so that his head suddenly pressed underneath her breast which quivered with her waking breath.

"Mmm..." she sighed, rolling her arms up and above her head for a long stretch that arched her back hard, rubbing Brian's nose down into the sheets. The color of the linens filled the frame of his sight. His face squished, concaving his face while his ears were bent in half beneath her rolling body. Her stretching continued, pushing her onto her knees like a cat with both legs taking a turn to fully extend. That movement seemed to force Brian further down, smearing his face along her thighs before his eyes were flush to the peachy pink skin of her naked legs. "Mmmm..." She sighed again, this time not with a groan of waking up but with moan of a lingering fantasy. Her fingers tipped down, guiding Brian's head to notch beneath her knee, using him as a mere leg rest while he saw at the corner of his vision as her fingers traced over the edges of her panties. Slowly, she started to rub over the surface of her crotch, letting her clit harden into a visible lump beneath the fabric, begging for attention.

For a long moment, Brian felt the pulse of irritation start to return, feeling like he'd been forgotten all over again. Last night, she'd squashed him during the movie, treating him like a mere piece of furniture, and here it was happening again! "Oooh..." She breathed out a long sigh, rubbing her fingers a bit quicker for a second before pulling her legs back and actually meeting his beady, fixed gaze. "Good morning, baby." She crooned, leaning in so that her cheek rubbed to the fur of his own in an affectionate nuzzle.

"W-whoa..." Brian thought, suddenly seeing the tables turned so she wasn't ignoring him, but seeming to shift her body. He saw the way her t-shirt was tugged down, neckline stretched to swoop under bare breasts to expose them to the morning air. Her nipples were hard, most likely from her tweaking fingers out of his vision. Each of the pink nubs topped the swell of her breast like a rose bud with the flush of color bleeding out into the pale skin of her breasts. Her hands slid onto the twin mounds, starting to knead and grope over her flesh while she bit her lip, a shy and excited expression as she scooted back in a direct line to where his eyes were set. "Even without changing you back... I can give you a little show, hmm?" She teased, voice raspy and soft with having just woken up.

Even without his response, she continued. Her body leaned back, head balanced against the pile of pillows against her headboard and both legs lifted ups. Hooking her thumbs into the sides, she peeled her panties slowly down along her legs leaving a wet trail along her inner thighs before kicking them off her toes with a little giggle. "This naughty girl had such a dirty, dirty dream last night..." She teased, biting her lip again while a pink blush flooded onto her cheek, dotting onto her high cheek bones. Then, her knees began to part from each other, spreading her exposed cunt open to him. Her lower lips were shaved smooth, parting from each other to sow the pink inner folds of her sex that was glistening with excitement. A single finger guided the others down, caressing along the edges of her sex without reaching her slit. Her hips rolled, impatience visible just in the tension of her body. Her hair spilled down the pillows, cascading over them like they were the rocks of a waterfall that her locks crashed again. Both plump, pink lips of her mouth parted with a little gasp, fingers finally touching to her wet slit.

But then, she closed her legs again. A smug smile curled up her lips as she retreated back. Her pale fingers began to massage over her breast, fingers seeking out the hard nipple and twisting hard enough a little gasp puffed from her lips. Brian, peering out through the plush's eyes, watched her with a dull expression, seemingly not even there. "Just imagine, Brian. Imagine if you were changed back already and you could come here... These could be your hands here." She squeezed her breasts, pushing them together before giving a soft moan and continuing in a more breathless voice. "You could be making me whimper... taking advantage of how horny I am this morning... caressing and kissing and taking advantage of me." Her eyes glinted, excitement rushing through her body until a near purr left her lips.

Brian wished he could move to her. He could practically feel her breasts beneath his hands, but then he'd try to actually move his fingers and get only a dull sort of echo in his mind as the command didn't connect to anything. Instead, an empty throb seemed to come back, like he was mentally reminding himself he was made only of fabric and stuffing with nothing to grab her with. He had no fingers, only a curved paw shape. For a few moments, the excitement of watching her, being denied what was right in front of him seemed sexy, much like when she'd give him a strip tease with the stipulation not to touch till she'd finished. She'd leave him aching and wanting for minutes as she pranced through the room, peeling down her panties and dropping away layer by layer, but then she'd settle onto his lap and offer the naked body she'd been displaying and he'd have his way, but no, trapped in this body he would never get that release.

Cheyenne felt moisture beading between her legs, only adding to the building heat there. Her thighs were damp, smearing together the excitement already leaked onto them. "Just think Brian... here I am... so needy... so horny... and you can't do anything about it." She whimpered faintly, eye closing momentarily before she caught his gaze again. Her hands released her breasts, starting to run them down the length of her body. They ran down her sides, letting the sensation of her silky soft skin glide underneath. She felt a rush of excitement, evident with the sudden swell of her chest with a gasp.

Cheyenne's hands worked lower, starting to massage her thighs. They began to spread again, but this time little by little. Inch by inch her hands lowered between them, caressing along her thighs, reaching back up to her knees each time before she'd lower again and they'd open further. Brian ached to see her. His entire focus locked onto the sight of her slowly exposing body, perfectly on display for him.

"She doesn't really know what she's saying is a bit mean. She's putting on a show for me." He reminded himself, brushing away the slight sting her dirty talked reminders had. Her hands sunk between her thighs, sliding on either side of her pussy now so that her lower lips showed with their smooth appearance, but they didn't part just yet to show what lay beyond. Cheyenne's nose sucked in, catching her own rich scent in the air. "Mmm... I smell so needy, baby, but I bet you can't even smell that. You can't taste me either..." Her legs dropped further open, running a finger between her lower lips to gather a glob of her glistening wetness. A string of juices followed from her finger as it eased back from her juicy, puffy lips, engorged with their neediness. Her eyes swept up to Brian, staring intently as she started to rub herself with increasing speed. Her clit swelled with building desire, letting her start to work vigorously over her aching cunt.

"Oh Brian, I am so horny. I wish you could just come fuck me right now." She hissed faintly, sinking two fingers into her sex with a wet squelch. Brian felt that pang again, not enjoying the constant reminders that he couldn't do anything. Not even that he couldn't touch her, couldn't fuck her, he couldn't even get off. He had no body attached to the mind that relished in her show. He had no cock to jerk to ease the building tension of fantasies in his mind. What she gave him was pure torment instead. He ached to feel his cock hard and aching for release, but instead his stitching just strained and tightened as if to remind him he no longer even had a cock. Even with all this building inside him, mounting to a peak that wanted release, expulsion even, he had no way to let it out. His body wasn't matched to his form. This torment was never going to end.

Suddenly, her fingers yanked back and she stretched. Back arching, she thrust her bare pussy even closer to his vision. The pink folds were spread wide, letting him see where her entrance gaped from her pumping fingers stretching her. Off-white excitement oozed from her sex, dribbling down the length of her slit before her hands came back into view, one holding onto a subtly curved glass dildo, the clear coloring letting him see the pink of her sex through it while it rubbed to her entrance, teasingly pushing to thicker head of the dildo into her. Then, her other hand holding the thick girth of her Hitachi, a beloved toy. The cord of the electric toy followed after it, stretching from where it plugged beneath the bed. A blue attachment covered the head, giving it a more precise point to rub up to her clit, allowing it to sit side by side with the dildo without them bumping. For a few seconds, the two toys just rubbed over her sex, teasingly smearing the liquid of her sex over her hot flesh, letting Brian see how it glistened and caught the light as a reminder of just how worked up she was.

"Oooh... I hope you're ready to see me cum, Brian. I'm going to cum for you. I'm going to cum so hard just thinking of you." She gave a little groan that broke up her voice, leaving her just panting while the toy flicked on. The sudden swell of the Hitachi's buzzing filled the room along with a gasping moan from the redhead. Her legs went wide, showing as her swollen clit was trapped under the constant buzzing of the vibrator and the dildo began to piston into her sex. The lewd, wet squelching of her masturbation filled the room along with her pleasured noises, giving Brian an almost personalized porn experience.

"This is worth it. God, I've never had a better view. I'm gonna see her cum right up and personal. She's never let me watch this like this..." He was fixated on her, concentrating with all his brain power. He could see how her pussy clenched around the dildo, clutching to it and sucking it in. He imagined his cock there, feeling the spasming of her building orgasm. He could imagine being there physically, as him, smelling and tasting her horniness. Suddenly, her leg kicked out. Her foot caught beneath his head, flicking him off the bed.

"What the hell?" He thought, expecting an immediate hand to save him, but instead he only heard a sudden cry.

"Oh Gods! Yes! Yes!" Her heard the toy buzz louder and a loud, wet rush as the dildo pounded into her sex harder and faster. She gave a loud squeal, bed creaking while her body quivered. Brian, instead of seeing as she reached that orgasm, stared out at a mess of dust bunnies beneath her bed where he'd tumbled. Dim light illuminated bunches of hair rolled into balls and grass-like layers of dust and loose pieces of grass dragged in. He felt the dust clinging to his own fur, gathering there and dirtying him.

"Ugh. How do I even get any of this off!" He thought, grimacing internally. Helplessly, unable to pick himself up, he listened to her noisy orgasm above. The bed creaked and drooped, squishing him as it shook overhead into this grim pile.

"She didn't even notice I fell!" He thought bitterly as her orgasm began to fade into a warm after glow. For a few minutes, even without masturbating, she didn't notice the lack of Brian's presence on her bed anymore until finally he heard a little squeak. "Somebody fell!" She said with a laugh, leaning over and grabbing onto his ear. Her hands were slimy with her juices, smearing cum into his short furs. "Did you like that, Brian?" She crooned, pressing him so that she could grind her naked pussy up to his tail. He felt the juices smearing into his fur, matting it while she kneaded his side, nuzzling her cheek against his neck and letting her sloppy fingers grab all over his body.

"How would I like that? I missed the best part! And you kicked me!" Brian thought, wishing more than anything to respond, to stop this! But he couldn't!

"I know you did. I know you like to see me horny for you, but I never even got to tell you about my dream." She gave a soft hum of a moan behind his ear. "In my dream... I had a penis again." Brian recalled, months ago, the first time Cheyenne's fascination with having a penis had arisen. She'd owned a strap-on since then, though he'd never seen it for more than brief pictures when she was playing alone. He'd never thought of it, though suddenly having her humping against the curve of his tail while kneading onto his shoulder, purring into his ear with her raspy, horny voice, all her fantasies about fucking someone rushed back to him.

"What do you think, hmm? Should we do some surgery on you? Let you play with me..." She crooned, pulling back with her fingers running between his cushiony legs, rubbing along where his 'crotch' is. "I'll just cut a slit here, do some stitching... oh yeah." She pulled back, idly rubbing at her naked sex still while gathering her sewing kit and hunkering behind him.

Brian couldn't believe what was happening. "She's doing what?" The thought, suddenly realizing what she intended for him! "She's going to fuck me? Was this a part of my plan?" He thought, starting to feel a nagging sensation that Cheyenne liked him like this, helpless to do anything but be used for her whims, whether that meant being a meek audience member for her half show, a headrest, or a fuck toy.

He heard a "rrrrr" as the fabric cut beneath the scissors, opening him up. Her hand pushed into his stuffing, shifting it aside to make a tube-like tunnel before she slid a simple, cotton fabric from an old t-shirt inside to begin creating a lining. For a few minutes, Brian only felt mounting dread at her creation, unable to feel which step she was on in creating his 'pussy.'

"I hope I made this big enough!" she commented, giggling to herself. "If not I'll just stretch you out!" There was a faint edge in her voice, a devilish excitement. "I'll just have to push some stuffing around, rearrange until I can fit my cock in there, huh, Brian? But it's okay, you won't feel anything. You're just full of fluff! You won't feel it anyways!" She chuckled, wiggling her fingers inside to smooth the distribution of stuffing before she suddenly stepped back. "Oh! I have that old silk scarf! It's the perfect pink to make a nice, smooth pussy!" She clapped her hands, turning so quickly she knocked Brian off the bed and onto the rug where he lay, facing the open door as she raced away, oblivious to him.

With her gone, Brian was left with the dull ticking of the clock again. He felt nothing, but in his mind, he imagined his body ached now from being tossed off the bed so many times. His pride was wounded worse than his body, insulted from her lack of respect for him in this form. "What does this mean? That she doesn't care? That she's just using me?" He had nagging worries that had no way for resolution, since he couldn't speak. His frustration intermixed with insecurity. Boredom merged with panic. Everything swirled into a melting pot of emotions, leaving him nothing but tense and stressed above all else.

Suddenly, movement appeared at the edges of his vision, Cheyenne's mutt of a dog strutting into the room with his nose twitching. His nose seemed to follow an invisible trail that led straight to Brian! He sniffed and rubbed his snout into the marks left by Cheyenne's sloppy hands earlier, sucking up her scent greedily to where it led to its highest concentration... the hole in his butt. With all her working while rubbing herself, constantly worked up at the idea of taking her self-made pussy, Cheyenne had smeared herself all over Brian's pussy hole so that now, Rover the dog was drawn in by the realistic scent of a female, but instead of prodding his nose against Cheyenne, it was Brian.

Brian couldn't see the dog and couldn't feel what was happening, but his body began to slide up on the wood floor till his front paws bumped into the rug on the side of the bed, buffering further movement. Then, Brian noticed the very corner of the mirror was visible in his boxed straight ahead vision and it reflected Rover's large, shaggy fur hanging down over the plush's tail. The dog's head was tipped down, nose sniffling up against the newly created pussy. Brian watched, with mounting horror, as the reflection in the mirror rubbed leaking snot down onto his backside into the tufts of fur puffed out around the homemade sex. Then, to make matters worse, his long tongue extended out. The pink of the flesh blinked in the brightness of the reflected image before it lashed up against Brian's pussy. His legs shuffled suddenly, violently. Claws scraped on the floor as the beast pushed himself up so that Brian suddenly glimpsed the blazing red of his pointed cock bobbing between the dog's thighs. Brian's mind seemed to pulse with the imagining of a racing heart, though really his chest was silent.

"This cannot be happening?! How is this happening?" Brian thought, trying desperately to make any sound to spook the dog away. The drooling tip of the red shaft rubbed to him. He glimpsed it in the mirror's corner, dipping down and then back as Rover humped to his helpless form. "It is happening! God, this is happening! I can't do anything!" Brian felt a rush of helplessness wash over him as Rover bucked forward, thrusting down into the lush insides of the lined hole. Brian's chest slid against the floor, rubbing him into the bunching rug until a paw settled onto the back of his head, squishing it down so he could no longer see out of his eyes. Instead, he just felt the faintest reminder of his body rubbing harshly on the floor while Rover slammed into him repeatedly. Strings of precum oozed out and into the fabric, rubbing into his fur. It leaked out, soaking into the back of his legs and the underside of his tail. The fur smeared and crusted slightly with the lesser messes while the larger ones soaked down into the fluff beneath and dripped down the length of his body.

Within minutes, Rover's voice had become just a harsh growling huff against Brian's neck. Brian could hear the tension of the two bodies rubbing together, Rover's powerful and motionful force mashing down into Brian's weak and flattening body. His face rubbed beneath the dog, smearing into the rug. He smelled the mixture of perfume and spilled nail polish cleaner along with the scent of musky fur and sweat hidden down in the fabric of the carpeting. His beaded eyes scraped on the flooring, making a faint ticking sound. He felt another wash of helplessness hit him, just reminding him all over again that he couldn't do anything. He couldn't stop the dog over top of him. He couldn't roll out from under the spittle splashing down against his neck, glistening on the ends of his fur. He couldn't stop the precum leaking out from Rover's drooling tip and smearing into Brian's insides, smudging into the fabric.

Rrrt... A sudden, tearing sound caught Brian's ears as little tears began to stretch out Cheyenne's stitching as Rover's bulging knot began to inflate against his pussy, ripping the connections that held the lining still and sealed him. A tuft of stuffing escaped at the edges, showing where Cheyenne's work had been torn undone and his opening continued to widen as though the dog was truly stretching out his pussy. Precum began to leak through, getting into his inner stuffing. Then, he heard footsteps. Cheyenne! Her feet clambered up the steps before the door creaked as a louder growl rumbled behind Brian's ear, a little grunt finishing him off before the dog Rover backed up with a jerk. The fat knot tugged sharply on its fabric seal, tearing through another few stitches before he planted a paw into the center of Brian's back and wriggled his hips madly to force the knot to burst through the tight hole, sending a spray of cotton out as a loud ffft! announced the shredding of the material.

Then, he trotted happily back out the door just as Cheyenne walked back in. For a second her eyes went wide, Brian's head was still partially flattened from all the stepping. Stuffing littered over the floor in faint, white wisps while cum oozed over the ripped out stitching of his pussy. The fabric was torn right up to his tail, letting her first layer of his man-made sex hang out, the lining ripped back with the exit of that oversized knot. "Holy cow!" she cried, for a second looking horrified before she saw Rover shyly peeking into the room, tucking his tail behind his own thighs with a whimper of worry.

"Ahh! Puppy! It's okay! I'm sure he didn't mind anyway! He didn't feel it!" She chuckled and soothed her dog with a warm rub of the head before he suddenly lunged. Teeth latched onto Brian's leg like he was a mere squeaky toy and he began to flail. Growling, Rover waved his head around, rubbing the toy on the floor and preparing to take off with it. Seeing his intentions, Cheyenne grabbed the opposite leg, holding onto it tightly as Brian began to stretch out over an expanse of rug. The stitching, holding each appendage to his body, began to loosen. He felt Rover's constant wrangling of his head, working out the connections while Cheyenne tried to yank him back into her arms. With every shake between the two of them, more stuffing escaped from the gaping of his 'pussy' that'd been shredded right from his body.

"Rover! Drop it!" She cried, spooking the dog enough that he darted comically away to let Brian drop with a thunk onto the floor. His face smacked into the rug, a final blob of cotton fluff leaving his rump before Cheyenne started to laugh, quietly at first, but then a bit louder with the hysterical quality of any pet owner amused at a dog's antics. Turning to Brian, she seemed to think he shared her giddy amusement.

"Oh Lordy! Brian! You just couldn't wait for me huh! Just had to get fucked! Wow! I didn't know having a pussy meant you had to use it!" She giggled once, shutting the door with a flick of the lock into place before she bent behind him, still chuckling under her breath. "You're a messy, sloppy dog! Lookit all this cum! And slobber! You're just covered!" She laughed again, amused at his calamity while Brian was in shock. Here, Cheyenne had stumbled onto him in a moment of great shame and discomfort, and instead of feeling sympathy or helping him she laughed!

"I better clean you up some before I finish my surgery!" She bent, peeking down at how Rover had torn out the other lining and ripped the hole even wider into a true gaping sex. "In fact, I better re-do it!" She collected the stuffing from the floor, piling it beside her as she misted Febreze over him. "It doesn't really matter if you've got some goop on your stuffing! No one will know!" She assured him, though Brian didn't agree! Once it'd been rose-scented, she stuffed the cum-coated cotton back into the shape of his plush body. Her finger shoved deep inside him, making him feel for a second as if she was fisting him, which promptly sent a swirling sensation of discomfort through his thoughts until her hands drew back, stripping off the old lining with a solid yank at the lingering stitches before she sewed in the silk scarf lining instead.

Silence filled the room as the needle pierced through the edges of his torn body, sewing back in the fresh lining before she stuffed the tube of silk inside him to make the puckering walls of his sex. When she finished, she gave his furry back a quick pet. "Lookit that! Good as new!" She flashed him a smile from the mirror and then scooted back up to shut the door. When she returned, she practically pounced onto him. "I have a surprissseeee..." She squealed, blasting into his ears while her hump-like hug squished him down against the floor.

His face still smeared down into the carpeting, leaving him blind to merely listen as Cheyenne shucked out of her pajamas. The fabric fluttered through the air before hitting the ground with a soft puff. Then, he heard the faintest chink of metal connections clinking while her strapon slide over her hips and settled, cinched into place. He suddenly felt her breath on his neck while she started to knead his shoulders. She yanked him up, giving him a sudden view of the mirror that filled in the image of her over top of him... A jutting, purple plastic cock stood out proudly against her naked crotch. The glistening liquid of her pussy lips oozed down her legs, a lewd amount of excitement for tormenting him. "My little plush puppy... Just a little, bitty pet for me to take. For my own puppy to take!" She squeaked out another little laugh. "Just a dirty, little stuffie." Her fingers dragged down, pumping along the length of the cock, rubbing her own juices along the ribbed surface of the toy.

She started to hump against his tail, letting the length of the cock rub beneath his furry rump while her juices dribbled down its shape before sloping off the tip and smearing into him. He could smell the richness of the canine musk still hanging in the air, the stink that clung to him now from the globules of drying spunk from Rover as it mixed with the tangier, sweeter flavor of Cheyenne in the air as her liquid excitement glistened on her sex.

"Lookit you! So sloppy! So messy! Dirty, dirty dog, you!" She leaned down and kissed along his furry neck, nuzzling her cheek into his so that his fur could tickle along her smooth skin. Almost teasingly, she started to peck towards his muzzle, kissing along the stitching that held his mouth closed and kept him silent. One hand pumped along her plastic cock, guiding the tip up to his hole while she humped forward, teasingly bumping into him while her opposite hand squashed down into the center of his back. "That's a good puppy. Down pup!" She pushed onto his shoulders, deflating them and flattening his internal fluff so that his nose clinked into the ground again. He could barely see as she thrust forward, spurting the cum not yet soaked in from inside him out onto his thighs and back paws while her messy cunt rubbed into him with every thrust.

"I've always wanted to do this, Brian. I'm so glad you agreed to this." Cheyenne huffed, groping over her bouncing breasts and slamming her hips down into him faster using his side as a clenched handhold to control his silken pussy.

"I didn't agree to this! I agreed for temporary plan to get me in here! Not to being stuck as a plush! Not to your dog fucking me! Not to you fucking me with a strapon! I didn't agree to any of this! Are you kidding me?" Brian thought, but her happy cooing continued, almost mocking him with her lack of regard. "Does she honestly think I signed up for this?"

Suddenly, as if reading his mind, she grabbed his throat and squashed it, making him suddenly glad that his body would just flatten and deflate beneath any force and that his windpipe was mere stuffing. "Even if you didn't say, I know you want this. I know you're liking this." Her voice cut off with a low moan, fitting in time with a sudden convulsion of her hips as her pussy clenched madly and more juices trickled out onto his back paws to crust on the tips of his glossy black 'claws.'

For a long minute, as she finished with a sloppy orgasm that drenched his bottom half and her hands that'd been helping the orgasm out smeared over the top of his body to merely spread the wet, spreading mess, Brian just watched in awe at her oblivion. She never paused to see the smear of pussy juices on his ear as she clenched onto half his face to lessen the intensity of her violent cumming. Then, she rolled back from him.

"Holy shit, you're dirty!" She exclaimed, laughing for a second. "Guess I better give ya a bath!" She scooped him up, rubbing his paw once between her thighs to only add to the mess before she plopped him into her private bathtub. He watched as she cranked on the water, not even bothering to let it heat up before it sprayed down against his back, drenching him with icy shades of water.

The water streamed down onto him in a pulsating torrent while she scooped up some bubble bath, drizzling the gel-based soap over his back with her voice echoing back a cheerful hum. She had started to rub in the soap, smearing it over the drying, sticky patches of cum and sexual juices before a sudden voice called from downstairs.

"Hey, Cheyenne! Come down here!"

"Coming, dad!" She shouted, flicking off the water and patting Brian's head once. "I'll be right back, babe!" She said cheerfully before racing off down the stairs and leaving him there. For a second, he's patient and hopeful. "Soon enough I'll be fresh and clean again, she just got carried away. It's not like it hurt me! Better that she get that fantasy over with while I'm a plush than later! Hah!" He tried to shift his negativity away, ease his own situation but after a few minutes, he heard the bedroom door creak and conversation leaked in.

"...Lemme just grab my purse! Cosetta's sounds amazing! I love their pizza!" Then, sudden silence filled the house before a distant engine started and sped off.

"She went to lunch? She just left me here?" Brian thought, starting to feel the weight of the water on him. He was soaked through, stuffing heavy like lead with all the liquid inside. He could hear the soap popping against the furs, deflating into a sheen on his wet body. "I can't believe she just left me here! While she went out!? This week was supposed to be about us together! But, maybe she's being polite, lunch can't take that long! Then I bet she'll come back! Maybe she'll smuggle me out and change me back! This is a ploy!"

But the hour ticked by slowly, then another, and by the third Brian's positivity had faded like the foam of the soap on his back and his demeanor chilled like the water in his pelt. "She just left me here wet and nasty. She just left me to sit and wait for her like an animal! Like an object! She doesn't even care about this whole thing! She doesn't even care about me! I mean, if she's been able to totally forget me here, how can I say I matter at all to her?"

"This is joke! I can't believe this! Why am I being such a pathetic, little boy!? This is HER fault! She's being rude! She's being cruel! She laughed at me! She is neglecting me! None of this is because of me! This is just her character showing through I guess! Maybe this is for the best! I'm going to be able to address this now! This was always her issue! I am patient about our relationship, but she has to search for zany, stupid solutions like this!"

His anger boiled, simmering through the afternoon until Cheyenne suddenly burst back through the door only to giggle with her own towel draped over her arm and a new bottle of shampoo in her hand. "Sorry! Wow! I forgot you up here! I was just going to shower!"

Brian felt his weak ego suddenly pop once again. He'd had such an emotional ride, such conclusion during the day, but without getting them out to communicate to her, none of it mattered. She didn't know. She didn't seem to care! She didn't even remember on her own! She was going to take her own shower! Brian felt a jab again, reminding him of his declining self worth through the day.

So, she stripped down and stepped into the shower, merely kicking his butt to slide him out of the center of the tub and give herself room to stand. His nose thunked into the shower wall and the drain rubbed beneath his body. As the water started, it all rushed down and pooled around his face, essentially drowning him. "Good thing I don't need to breathe!" Brian thought bitterly.

He waited for her to quickly pick him up and clean him, but she didn't. First, she just stood in the water, working out the kinks in her own muscles before she even picked him up. Holding him in the hot stream, she tipped him around all directions. His head smacked into the curtain and the walls, knocking over other bottles balanced on the small, inset shelf there before she swore and bent to catch them, sending his face down into the edges of the tub. Her neglectful abuse only compiled once she started trying to wash them both off. She started with her own shampoo, drizzling it onto her head before she tucked Brian between her thighs to hold. As she scrubbed, he slipped until his face pressed down into the floor, giving him a plain view of water trickling over his eyes before she yanked him back up with a hand on his ear, tearing at its connection to his head.

Rrrrt! The sound of fabric tearing echoed through the bathroom once as his ear drooped to the side. "Oh my! Someone's got a booboo!" She giggled once and proceeded to hold him up and rinse her head before trying to add soap to herself and him at the same time. With the tear in his ear, water trickled extra quickly into the cotton of his head, filling his thoughts with the heavy sensation of his stuffing being weighed down with water. Her hands worked the fabric, pinching and squeezing him so that the soap could penetrate the soaked and dry stains on his body. He felt he tugging off flakes of dried cum from the edges of his pussy before her hands shoved inside with a loofa, cleaning him out roughly while holding him almost vertical upside down and swaying in the air.

The rough petals of the loofah worked out the thick stains in the silk of his handmade pussy, musing the fur at the edges and even tearing the weaker tufts out to float down into the spray and be pummeled into the base of the tub. Brian watched the water swirl on the floor aimlessly.

When he was finally deemed clean, Cheyenne clicked off the shower and stepped out, setting Brian on the lid of the toilet while she dried herself and wrapped in a towel. The cold air bit at his damp fur, chilling it, until Cheyenne had finished her leisurely drying and picked him up and moved to the counter.

Brushing her teeth with one hand, she hefted up the hair dryer with another. "I'll give you a nice, cozy warming!" She chirped, glancing at Brian's soaked for before she thrust the barrel towards him and sent pleasantly hot winds rushing into the fur. It whipped around, bits smacking into his plastic eyes before suddenly, he started to see his vision clouding in the eye the dryer pointed towards. While Cheyenne absorbed her attention into her own routine, her hair dryer had started to melt the plastic of Brian's eye. At first, the surface just began to bubble and heat, but with more time it started to actually reach a liquid state so that it slide down the surface. The middle of the circular beads melted first, as they jutted out furthest, and began to drip onto the fur beneath his eyes and giving him major holes in that vision where he no longer had a window of clarity but instead a foggy, dark glimpse in the center most point of his vision on one side. Helplessly, he watched his vision deteriorate until she glanced over with a shriek.

"Oh Lord! I hope you're okay!" She rejected the hair dryer idea and put it away before running a towel over his back. She leaned down, inspecting the mess of his eye for a second before grimacing and giving a small, disregarding shrug. "Air drying it is then, I suppose!"

"I'll try to speed it along!" She grabbed onto him, squeezing really hard for only a trickle to escape. But, then it stopped so she moved her hands to just a paw, twisting it and flattening it to work out the water from the plump appendage. Then, she clutched her fist around his leg, repeating the sharp twist like he was a mere hand towel. She went one by one, squeezing and twisting each leg until it became just a coil of dark, wet fur and all the water splashed down onto the rug.

Then, she squashed him to the side of the counter, using it as a counter pressure to work the water out from his midsection. She folded him in half both ways, squeezing out more and more water until she took his muzzle, wrenching it flat to get the water out. "Well! I think that's all I'm going to get out of you!"

She set him over a towel and shrugged before heading out from the room. "I sure hope you don't keep the changes from your plush stage when I change you back!" She mentioned just before leaving, almost to herself, but the thought became a nightmare.

"Keep the changes? What does she mean keep the changes? I have a pussy! She gave me a pussy!? Does that mean I'd change back into a girl? A hermaphrodite? I don't want a pussy! And my eye! Will my vision be gone? Will this really happen!?" He felt mounting panic for hours, worrying endlessly (and needlessly) over the semantics of his transformative magic before suddenly Cheyenne appeared again in a short night gown. "Hey you!"

She reached into the bathroom and plucked him up, yanking him to her chest with a tight squeeze- yielding no additional dripping. "Perfect! You're dry!"

"We've got a buddy for bed time tonight, Brian!" She giggled, heading into the bedroom to reveal Rover. "Since you two got off so well together earlier, hehe, got off?" She chuckled at her own joke, smirking evilly before she continued. "I thought that instead of such naughty, messy play that maybe we could all play as a trio!" She lowered her voice down, peeking at the door. "I thought maybe I could change you back and then take him for a walk to give us some privacy, but dad is out in the garden in the front so there's no way to leave the house with Rover without him asking how you were inside in the first place! So, I came up with another way we can all play!"

Brian felt a cloud of confusion lower over his mind, "What's she talking about?" He thought, a sort of tiredness in his mind after so long just thinking alone in the bathroom, but then he noticed the talisman in her palm. Slowly, he started to feel a tightness in his body. He felt the stitches tightening and melding back in to each other to dissolve his created vagina, sewing it shut essentially. In the midst of his body's repairs, he began to notice that instead of being held up to her chest to balance out his size, Brian rested just in Cheyenne's hand!

She'd shrunk him down from an oversized, cuddle plush down to a six inch dog toy! Now he wasn't just helpless, immobile, stuck without communication, and forced to endure Cheyenne careless abuse, but he was shrunk down to the size to let Rover do his worst!

"Now we can play together!" She giggled and gave Brian a toss. His eyes swung around in the air, giving him a rush view of the ceiling to the bed to the floor in a cycle of his spinning journey through the air before a sudden clamp squeezed on his midsection and stopped him as Rover lunged off the bed and caught the toy. Then, with sudden intense ferocity, the dog thrashed his head side to side with a vicious play motion and Brian felt his entire world shake. His ear, torn in the shower, flopped against his head and smacked into his cheek madly, threatening to drop off of his head completely. Like an earthquake in his brain, his vision was thrown through the air. Plus, with all the moving, he still had that major pockmark in the center of his vision where his eye had been melted, giving the spinning world a shifting cloud in its middle that along added to the rush of motion sickness.

Then, with sudden obedience, Rover plopped him onto the ground. He bounced once before landing face up to see Cheyenne's beaming grin. "Good catch, Rover! Good boy!"

"Good boy!? GOOD BOY!?" Brian cried, feeling himself lift once again only to fly in another arc, this time cross the bed and tumbling beneath the desk in a dusty roll. Individual pieces cling to the marks of saliva on his fur, giving him a powdered finish of grime. "How can she praise him!? Is she obvlious?" he thought, but deep down he knew she was. He could tell that while underneath Cheyenne cared still, she'd forgotten that he was truly trapped inside of the plush that she now played fetch with. She saw the exterior and didn't think of Brian's mind inside of it. She didn't mean for his ear to be lopsided, torn off at the base or to smear him with saliva or to have a distant, cold dampness still inside his stomach from being stuck in the bathtub soaking all day. She didn't have a secret desire to do those things to Brian himself, no, but she'd forgotten about him in there.

That thought alone was almost scarier than everything else.

"Catch, Rover! Catch!" Cheyenne cried, flinging Brian up into the air for Rover to catch, by the head, with his pointed teeth. Brian suddenly saw the ridged inside of the dog's mouth, a pinky glow coming from between her lips while the beast took off down the stairs, racing away with Brian clutched there, bobbing madly.

Brian's eyes saw the hardwood of the kitchen rush past, leading to the stone blue flooring of the entry and suddenly, with a creak of the door opening, a brilliant flood of the outside sunlight hit his beaded eyes. Rover sped around the house in a blur of green grass and colored flower blossoms. Then, just at the edge of the yard, the dog stopped suddenly and began to dig furiously. Dirt flew in a spray behind him until a trough dipped into the earth and the cold, wet lump-of-coal nose pushed Brian over into the hole and began to throw dirt back over in a mad rush.

Brian watched helplessly as the dirt began to slap onto his body. With each passing second, his fur got dirtier and less of the sun trickled through the thickening layer of dirt over top of his body. Then, only blackness remained. A pure darkness of the dirt all around showed while the pressure of the earth over top squashed his plush form slightly, forcing the hairs of his fabric to cling to the dirt and smear in the mud.

"Rover! Bad boy! How could you do that!" He heard Cheyenne yell, but she didn't know where he was. He couldn't cry out. He couldn't escape. "I can't breathe! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" With a jolt, Brian began to panic, but then it hit him that... he didn't need to breathe. "Oh! I'll be okay! I can't die! I'll just be stuck here forever." He imagined, being trapped just out of the fringe of life in this darkness forward, hearing the occasional sound of Cheyenne's voice or briefing glimpsing sunlight when Rover added another victim to the side of him.

"Did you bury him?" Cheyenne asked, suddenly scraping aside the darkness to reveal Brian's blackened fur beneath. "Silly dog! You could have lost him!" Brian felt a wash of confusion. Cheyenne didn't seem worried or concerned for finding him. She just plucked him up and gave him a shake. "Yuck. We're gonna have to wash you again! I think it's the washing machine's turn!"

Next thing he knew, Brian was sitting in the metal circle of the washer while water began to fill in, creating a thickening foam with the added soap while he smelled the stench of bleach. The machine, slowly, began to spin. Brian rolled up the side, and then he tumbled back down. He rolled up, feeling the inside of the rough machine tugging on his fur slightly, jabbing into his stuffing, and rolled back down.

It sped up. He flew around the arch of the machine and tumbled to the side. Instead of smoothly riding along the curve, he seemed to bounce and slam madly around the spinning wheel of the device. It heard the faint thunk of his body with every second. The water sloshed around him, waterlogging his body again while soap foamed all around, obscuring everything except for the rush of white and silver while he spun and spun.

Eventually, Brian lost count of the minutes trapped in the changing cycle of the washing machine. He started to feel only a dull discomfort that condition with every additional circle of the cycle until it gave a deafening "beeeeep" and went still, dead beneath him.

"It's over! It's over! It's finally over!" The door to the machine burst open. Brian saw a flood of light and began to feel his anxiety fading. He would leave, this was it and he could go back to being bored but not nauseated. "Nice and clean!" Cheyenne complimented, but then she popped open the dryer! "Time to dry you off!"

Then, with a careless flick of her wrist she tossed him into the dryer. It slammed shut and the process began again with a faster tumble. He began to spin again, faster and faster until it became a blur. Then, the heated air jetted out and began to slam into all sides of him, sending him faster around the cycle. Inside him, stuffing began to shift and deform with the jostling of the dryer and the heat. He felt his stomach seem to flatten, bulging in other places. He imagined his mind spinning, blooming with a headache and the spreading of this into a stomach ache, but in reality, he couldn't even spread this misery. His body, just full of stuffing, didn't have the capabilities to be ill, to feel the churning that instead was just locked in his mind, tormenting him with the knowledge that any discomfort was an illusion of his mind on him.

His vision too, still obscured by his melted eyeball, only added to the effect as he watched the black blotch in his sight swirl around him, a guiding point in a swirling mass of light and dark with piercing jolts glinting off the metallic machine when light made it through the clear door of the dryer.

Like the cycling of the machine, Brian felt his mind begin to spin the same way. He couldn't stop thinking the same things: "Will it ever stop? Why me? What'd I do to deserve this? Does she even care? Did she ever care? Will I ever be me again? Why'd I agree to this!?"

Almost an hour later, the machine clicked off and Brian was lifted out again. However, once out, his reprieve didn't last as Cheyenne began to re-shift all his stuffing. She shoved and wiggled his legs around, working out the bulges before she hugged and rubbed up the length of his torso to get all the fluff back into a smooth distribution. "You're all lumpy! Frumpy and lumpy!"

She squeezed him hard, rolling the fluff inside to new locations and rearranging the shape of his frame until his stomach was the same, tube-like shape again. Then, she squeezed on his head hard, forcing in a lump between his eyes while he watched her palm rub over his vision obliviously.

"I'm glad that cycle finished! Mom and dad are going out for dinner! So! That means you get to come back to normal!" She hugged him tighter and began to race up the steps, smothering him against her chest as they went. "Thank God!" Brian thought with a rush of hope.

For minutes, they waited in her room until the car had left the driveway, but then she picked up the little talisman. She held it carefully and looked at Brian with an unwavering stare.

"This is it! This is it!" He thought to himself, excitement building as he felt his body start to expand. He grew from six inches to six feet in a smooth transformation until he felt the fur rippling away, leaving behind soft skin again.

"There's my handsome man!" Cheyenne cried, leaping onto him as he changed back and hugging him tightly. For a moment, Brian just felt content to be back in his own body. His arms lifted, hugging her back and letting him control his limbs. Everything felt heavier though, weighed down now with blood and bones rather than cotton and fluff. "You were so patient... Whatever can I do... to make it up to you?"

Brian felt a sudden heat against his crotch; Cheyenne's body rubbing into his like a cat against its owner's leg, wanting attention. Her hair spilled off her shoulder, revealing bare skin as her top careened down off her upper body. Two, full and bare breasts came into view each dotted with the pink of her nipple. A heated flush filled her cheeks with a warm and rosy hue. Brian felt his heads, guided by their impatient friends up to her chest until he was groping and pulling her in closer. Warm, supple lips kissed down the length of his neck now unobstructed with fur. "I've been waiting for this..." she purred, licking his earlobe with just a flick of her tongue.

"I like you all soft and cuddly, but right now..." She reached down, grabbing for his naked length with a firm grip. "I want something nice and hard..." Watching her, mesmerized and distracted from all he wanted to share with her about being trapped as the plush, Brian just laid back and let her crawl up over him. He forgot his complaints as her lips sucked down over the firming shape of his cock and drooled out a glistening mixture of saliva and precum. He lost the request of "Don't change me back!" when she lowered herself onto his dick, clenching tightly around him like a vice of heat. When she moaned, he couldn't hear himself think anymore. Pure arousal took control of his mind, locking onto the building aspects of pleasure in his mind, as well as the quickening twitches of his cock inside its wet prison.

"A-Ah! Brian!" Her voice gasped out, a sudden clench hugging him tighter and tighter. He felt his orgasm flickering with building power before suddenly- "Honey! We brought dinner home! Wanted to be with our little love blossom!"

Liquid splashed all over his thighs while panicked exploded onto the girl's face. His own arousal died just enough to halt his orgasm. "I've got to change you back!"

"No! No!" Brian tried to say, but the talisman already hit her palm and his dry through blocked the words. They fell, useless as he began to feel his form slipping away and his voice stollen. Then, as he tumbled back onto the bed in the familiar, laying position of the fluffy husky, Cheyenne clutched the talisman harder.

"How about I bring you with!?" She thought aloud, suddenly forcing him to continue changing. His body still felt the same, comfy and stuffed full of cotton but he began to pull apart and separate until she grabbed him and held him up to the mirror. Instead of a husky, he'd broken into two, equal portions of fluff that forced a scooped, bowl-shape to form slippers. Each toe section was topped with his beaded eyes and big, floppy bunny ears!

"I made you bunny slippers!" she giggled. Dropping him carelessly to the ground, she jammed her feet inside of him. He felt her weighed, settled down onto him harshly before her toes even gave little wiggles inside his guts. "So cozy!"

"Really? Of all the things?" He thought, though he lacked true conviction. After being thrown around, abused, and now worked up to his brink in a plush form, even this degrading shape barely seemed to have an affect. In fact, for a mere second, he appreciated the warmth of her feet settling down into his form before the pressure started to ache through his cotton limbs all morphed into one sole.

She hurried down the steps, every one squishing Brian's head down beneath her squeezing toes. At the bottom, he glimpses her parents at the door. "Oh honey! We were going to have a picnic! Come on outside!"

"Shoot..." She mumbled, very faintly before shucking him off her feet and kicking him, flinging him against the wall with a hard thunk that left him staring at the dusty spot where the floor met the trim.

Once the world around silenced with the trio heading outside, Brian realized his mind still clung to the racing, clenching anxiety pre-orgasm, making him feel ready to cum at any second... without any way to do so. He could still hear her moans echoing in his mind as though they still happened, the little coos to the full squeals of mounting excitement. He still felt the heat of her cunt hugging around him and her breathless, pleading voice, "Oh, baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum. Cum for me..." He felt himself wanting to twitch, to thrust, to fuck but he couldn't even move. Couldn't even state himself. Couldn't finish. Couldn't escape the mounting rush of what felt like blood in his cotton-stuffed brain but was really just near-tangible lust.

For minutes, he sat expectantly as he heard the woosh of the blanket spreading over the lawn and the clatter of groceries being yanked out before suddenly, the door creaked open again and someone clattered up the stairs. Cheyenne had reappeared, clutching the talisman.

"I don't want to leave you all alone!" She whispered as she clutched the slippers and he felt a new change ripple through him. His body began to stretch, rushing out and spreading before he realized that he had no perception of a face any longer without a plush-like shape with eyes and a face. Instead, he just was. With a swish of her arm, she waved Brian- now changed into a long scarf, through the air. His stomach, what he perceived of a stomach, seemed to give a flip of illness at the motion before he was coiled around her neck loosely and she headed back out to where her parents sat waiting on the picnic blanket in the cool chill of the afternoon air.

"I thought a scarf would be a bit warmer!" She explained, sitting between a jug of potato salad and her mother who gave the scarf a ticklish pet. "Ooh so soft!"

"It is isn't it!" Cheyenne agreed, smiling slightly before she started to eat, dropping down salty bits of chips onto Brian's body. Her mother though, continued to pet at the tail end of the scarf. "Really, where did you get this?"

"Oh, uh, a shop down by my work."

"You'll have to snag me one!"

"Oh! This was the only one. Consignment shop kind of deal!"

"Well I'll just have to steal that one! And hide it away where you'll never find it!"

Brian felt his entire body jolt with fright at the idea of such a thing, but the trio just laughed at the joke and continued to eat. With every bite, Cheyenne continued to drop bits onto him, and one end of the scarf laid in the grass with bugs and grass clinging to the fibers and crawling over him. Suddenly, her mother jumped up. "Let me grab us dessert! I almost forgot!" She leapt out of the picnic zone and stepped right onto Brian! Her foot dragged over the fabric, tugging it along the ground with her before Cheyenne tugged him away and dropped him into her lap.

Unlike being trapped along in the bedroom, Brian didn't lack for stimulation, but instead out here amongst the family he felt a throbbing cycle of shame, worry, and anger. Casually, Cheyenne's father often bashed him in the middle of conversation:

"You know our neighbor's boy? Trevor? He's such a smartie right! Gosh, at least six times more intelligent than that Brian! Anyways, he just graduated from Yale! Remember when you took baths with him as a kid? You two sure had crushes on each other..."

Brian waited for some sort of... complaint from Cheyenne at this talk, but she just laughed. "Oh yeah! I remember!"

"This is normal?! Okay? Just trying to replace me? Oh God, what if that's what she's doing right now? What if that's the point? Just remove me from the picture!?" His mind raced, running made with worry which would dissolve into a sort of self-hating shame at his own lack of success, though it always led back to a bubbling anger at Cheyenne.

"How could she subject me to this!? Why isn't she standing up for me! I am her boyfriend! No one would talk about HER that way in front of me! Oh hell no! I wouldn't allow it! This is just rude! She's so cruel sometimes! It's like she doesn't even car-"

A sudden yank took Brian flying off from around his girlfriend's neck and instead into the jaws of her beloved pet. Sharp teeth tightened around one end of the scarf, running off with it flapping behind. The opposite end from Rover dragged behind through the grass and mud, while the midsection rippled madly as the dog's banner of victory. Brian felt as he was run through the muck of the yard, picking up dried leaves in the weaving of the scarf before the entire family was chasing after the racing canine.

"Got it!" shouted the deep voice of Cheyenne's father as he slammed his foot onto the scarf, sending it jerking back from Rover's mouth to collapse onto the grass. Brian felt limp like the discarded skin of a molted snake before Cheyenne snatched him up, "Oofta! That dog is a troublemaker!" She laughed and started to head inside while vigorously shaking the scarf clean. Brian's entire being wobbled in the air madly.

"Well that was fun!" She proclaimed inside the doorway, wrapping Brian back around her throat as he strongly disagreed inwardly.

"Fun!? How?!" Brian cried, watching in horror as he was led into a family double feature movie night next where Cheyenne fidgeted and laid her head back against him like a mere accessory for an hour before suddenly slipping to the bathroom.

"I have a naughty idea..." She whispered, closing the door and unraveling Brian furiously before she plopped him into the sink. Grasping the talisman in her pocket, she started to writhe down out of her jeans. Brian, totally confused, had no way to respond so he merely watched as she stripped out of her bottoms and stood naked from the waist down.

He could see the faint, sweet shape of her puffy, pussy lips now illuminated in the bright lights of the bathroom. The faintest glimmer of excitement showed on her sex, glistening with a sparkly glimmer. "Why keep you as a scarf... stuck around my neck... when you can be a much more exciting article..." She bit her lip, giggling once before Brian started to realize he was changing again. His body compacted, leaving the elongated form of the scarf while he constricted into a dainty pair of panties!

Carefully, Cheyenne wriggled him up over her hips before he pressed flush to the heat of her sex. He felt it, raging like a fire just beside him as though his own hand had pressed over the mound of her crotch. "Oh God..." he thought, feeling the lingering arousal from earlier flaring madly. He felt the wetness of her excitement dripping down against him, sending fresh images to the forefront of his mind. He could remember her first teasing, hear her orgasm in his ears all over again, and for a second he thought he'd burst a boner right through the fabric as some sort of magic-defining miracle, but instead he just felt that arousal trapped inside his brain with no body parts to flow into. Not only that, he got to feel that burning, lustful, unignorable lust, need, want, hunger... inches from Cheyenne's parents on either side of her cuddling close without any idea that Brian was there, hidden between their daughter's crotch practically licking the juices up from her leaky cunt.

Suddenly, the movies passed by even slower with every shift like torture. Ever little wiggle reminded him of his location. After an hour, he started to smell her, even without a nose, or maybe it was all in his head. He felt her throbbing against him, though without any way to do so, he thought he could be going mad instead.

"I can't handle this. Surely I'll pass out or something. It's too intense-"

"-Except people pass out from a bodily function..."

"God, I'm trapped!"

"And I'm talking to myself!"

The minutes passed in agony, somewhere between maximum arousal and a sort of whimpering self-doubt that by the time the trio departed to head their separate ways to bed, Brian barely realized he was still there with them.

Returning, at last, from the family time, Cheyenne stripped down and dumped him onto the bed. She paused long enough to change him back, giving him a familiar canine shape again before she grabbed her pajamas from the floor. "I'm just going to go wash up!" she said, racing away from him and leaving Brian with the silence of his own thoughts all over again. For a moment, Brian felt an oded throb of comfort at being back in the husky shape. He felt the familiar lump of his tail curling up from his butt before connecting to his back. He felt the little tightness of the stitches on his jaw, keeping him locked silent. It gave him a momentary sensation of comfort, as though he was back in his own skin before his stomach plummeted with the realization of what he'd been thinking and his mind flooded with panic.

"She'll change me back at bedtime. No reason not too. It'll be okay." Brian continued to tell himself, anything to distract from the madness of this mental intoxication of arousal, letting his mind run like a porno, with the boners always hard and the orgasms always explosive.

At last, she slipped back to him. "Hey, babbyy!" She cooed cheerfully, sliding onto the bed on her stomach and glancing to the talisman. She picked it up, Brian felt his mind bloom with a vengeful sort of hope, but then she hesitated.

"Eh! Why risk changing you back now! You can last one more night!" Then, she rolled onto him like he was a mere pillow and fell asleep, leaving him with endless hours still trapped with himself. As the sun began to rise the next day and his situation still found no release, Brian spat out a bitter thought, "I've found something worse than blue balls... cotton balls."