It was a box.\u00a0 Or possibly a crate – wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I’d think was a packing slip.\u00a0 No visible marks otherwise.\u00a0 No ‘fragile’ (which my mind nearly always reads mentally as fra-jill-ay) or other stamped text.\u00a0 Just a decent sized box (crate?) sitting on the second step of the little concrete steps leading to my front door.\u00a0 I stare for a bit and then push it slightly with my foot.\u00a0 Slightly heavy but not bad.\u00a0 I haven’t ordered anything lately so what was the deal?<\/p>\n
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I shrug and open my door.\u00a0 The sun is starting to set behind me and it’s been a long day at work so I decide to figure it out inside.\u00a0 With a drink.\u00a0 People at work aren’t the easiest to deal with and drinks often help.\u00a0 Relaxing with a drink, closing my eyes and temporarily imagining a fantasy world where I tell my bitchy coworkers exactly what I think of them rather than smiling woodenly and nodding my head. Feeling my heart race and cursing myself for wanting to just run from the lady in purchasing or whoever is yelling at me at the moment.<\/p>\n
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The box isn’t as heavy as it looks so I drag it into the living room and set it down in front of my couch.\u00a0 I’m curious but tequila is calling my name so I leave it and put together a little sweet mixed drink in my small kitchen.\u00a0 The house I rent is perfect for me – a bedroom, small office, living room big enough for a small flat screen TV, couch and recliner and a kitchen big enough for a microwave.\u00a0 And stove.\u00a0 I guess. I even know how to turn the stove on and off and I call that an accomplishment.\u00a0 I recognize some people use them to cook food but that seems akin to black magic and I’d rather not deal with it.\u00a0 I try to tell myself that the pudge around my waist and general lack of definition is due to getting close to 30 (still 27, dammit!) and not all of the ramen noodles I eat.\u00a0 Or the drinking.<\/p>\n
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So, I take my drink, ice clinking in the glass, back to the couch.\u00a0 Sitting hunched over, I stare at the box but my mind wanders.\u00a0 It’s the same every evening.\u00a0 Kicking myself for being a pussy.\u00a0 I know I should man up and deal with my coworkers better but hindsight is what it is.\u00a0 Easy for me to think of what I should have done but when I’m there and having to deal with people, I get a little mini panic attack.\u00a0 Fight or flight and I always back down.\u00a0 Working in the credit department and having to tell sales people why we can’t sell to a particular customer is stressful.\u00a0 I can almost feel the sweat and shakes starting at just the memory.\u00a0 Such a stupid thing to get worked up about. I’m doing my freakin’ job, making sure we don’t sell to someone that’s going to bail but I have to deal with pushy sales people rolling their eyes at me and giving me shit for it?\u00a0 Fuck.\u00a0 But the part that pisses me off the most is that I take it.\u00a0 Cowed.\u00a0 When all I’m doing is my job.<\/p>\n
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My drink is almost halfway gone already and I take another quick swig of it.\u00a0 I can feel my cheeks heating up and everything is slightly softer around the edges.\u00a0 Perfect.\u00a0 Just where I want to be.\u00a0 Fuck work.\u00a0 I lean forward, open the plastic pouch on the side of the box and pull out the packing slip.\u00a0 It’s blank except for my full name at the type in simple typeface.\u00a0 Nothing else at all.\u00a0 I turn it around but the whole thing is completely blank other than my name.\u00a0 I’d wonder if it was a prank but who would go to this kind of effort?\u00a0 I don’t have friends.\u00a0 I’ve lived in the town for a few years and never bothered making friends.\u00a0 Most of the ones I had growing up still live on the East Coast and have their own lives.\u00a0 And children.\u00a0 And whatever.\u00a0 I hardly even talk to them online.<\/p>\n
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My nearly empty drink goes on the end table next to my used, cheap couch and I lean forward to pull slightly on the top of the box.\u00a0 It’s sturdy but a hard tug lifts it.\u00a0 A harder tug with my out-of-shape muscles and a loud creak makes the top give way.\u00a0 The top is off but I can’t make anything out inside of the box.\u00a0 A large plastic bag and something brown.\u00a0 The bag looks like a garment bag from a dry cleaner.\u00a0 I reach my hand in and it’s all soft.\u00a0 Fuck it.\u00a0 I grab and pull it out.<\/p>\n
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And then drop it again.\u00a0 A large wolf-like head stares up at me.\u00a0 It’s not real.\u00a0 I can see that.\u00a0 It’s close to being real but it’s not.\u00a0 It’s big.\u00a0 I know what wolves look like and this isn’t it.\u00a0 And the head is connected to something.<\/p>\n
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Full disclosure time.\u00a0 The biggest reason I’m shocked is because I have a thing for werewolves.\u00a0 Were-animals.\u00a0 Furries aren’t my thing.\u00a0 What are those?\u00a0 People that dress up in typically large plushy outfits almost like large stuffed animals.\u00a0 Nothing against them but it’s never been my thing.\u00a0 They don’t look real to me and that’s what I want.\u00a0 Realism. \u00a0That’s what turns me on.\u00a0 So I see this head and that’s what I see.\u00a0 Werewolf.\u00a0 A real, well-made werewolf head.<\/p>\n
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Now I do look around.\u00a0 I have werewolf porn on my computer.\u00a0 Mostly pictures, some stories and a few video clips.\u00a0 My kneejerk reaction is to wonder if someone is snooping on my computer and sent this as… what?\u00a0 Blackmail?\u00a0 When I calm down I realize how much that doesn’t make sense.\u00a0 Why would they?\u00a0 Why pay money for something that looks that realistic and then send it to me?\u00a0 If they were going to make fun of me or make me feel bad, a letter or something would’ve done it.<\/p>\n
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Too many windows in here.\u00a0 I leave the lid but pick up the box and bring it to my bedroom, closing the door behind me.\u00a0 The two small windows are already closed so I close the door and take a minute to look around for the bogeyman.\u00a0 It’s a stupid thing but it makes me relax.\u00a0 Only now I feel like checking the rest of the house, calling myself stupid the entire time.\u00a0 My hands are sweating and my heart is racing.\u00a0 Closets are empty, doors are locked and windows are closed.\u00a0 Nothing under the bed or in my cupboards.\u00a0 Back to my room and the box.<\/p>\n
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I stare for a moment again.\u00a0 Simple but well-made wooden box.\u00a0 Fuck it.\u00a0 I pull out the plastic bag and set it on the bed.\u00a0 The … thing slides out of the bag so I throw the plastic in the corner and stare at the thing left on the bed.\u00a0 It’s a suit.\u00a0 A fur suit.\u00a0 But not like any I’ve ever seen.\u00a0 I can smell the slight scent of chemicals – latex?\u00a0 Rubber?\u00a0 Hell if I know.<\/p>\n
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Breasts.\u00a0 Distinct lack of penis.\u00a0 It’s a female werewolf fursuit.\u00a0 Extremely realistic.\u00a0 I’m hard just staring at it.\u00a0 With shaking hands, I lay it out on the bed on its back.\u00a0 There’s a zipper from the throat down to the lower stomach.\u00a0 A very small zipper.\u00a0 The suit is deflated but I can tell it is taller than me.\u00a0 I can’t stop staring at the breasts and pussy for the life of me.\u00a0 The pussy is hidden under fur but the breasts are full and not at all deflated.\u00a0 They lay somewhat flat and I can see the hint of the fat nipples through very realistic fur.\u00a0 The tail is thick and somewhat bushy but those tits… I reach out hesitantly and then stop.\u00a0 Licking my lips, I reach out and touch.\u00a0 Definitely some kind of rubber but I can feel the nipples and I think I might be leaking pre-cum because I’m so fucking turned on.\u00a0 The fur is soft and I have no idea what it’s made out of but it’s incredibly real feeling.<\/p>\n
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I trace my hand down the breast to the deflated stomach, feeling the bumps where hard muscles would be but instead finding formed rubber fake muscles.\u00a0 The “skin” under the fur is smooth and an interesting texture.\u00a0 My finger goes down to the thigh and then I touch the tuft of fur above the thing’s clit.\u00a0 I dig a little to find the pussy.\u00a0 The pussy lips are delicate and there’s a hole that opens into the interior of the suit.\u00a0 I step back to look again.<\/p>\n
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My hand is on my pants.\u00a0 I’m rubbing myself and my heart is hammering in my chest.\u00a0 Too crazy.\u00a0 I’ve never really looked for fursuits online but in my accidental Internet browsing, I’ve never seen anything close to this kind of detail.\u00a0 I couldn’t even imagine what it would cost.\u00a0 Or, why it’s here.\u00a0 I’ve never told anyone about my fetish.\u00a0 Ever.\u00a0 I don’t know enough about computers but I’ve heard the stories about people hacking into people’s computers but, again, why do that and then send something like this?\u00a0 None of it makes sense.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 I want to jack off.\u00a0 This is turning me on far more than any of the other erotica I have.\u00a0 Pictures or otherwise.<\/p>\n
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Turning it over, I learn the ass is slightly padded as well.\u00a0 It takes a bit to arrange the thing but I do it.\u00a0 Laying the arms out and up, fingers straight out.\u00a0 The claws for the thing are actually sharp and hard.\u00a0 I have no idea what they’re made out of.\u00a0 The tail is connected at the end of the tailbone but it’s floppy and I can lay it to the side.\u00a0 Classic position now – doggy style.\u00a0 It even has a little asshole under a light bit of fur.\u00a0 I feel ridiculous thinking it but the thing has a nice ass.\u00a0 Round and strong looking even if it’s a deflated suit.<\/p>\n
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Fuck it.\u00a0 When I masturbate, I usually use tissues to hold the cum but otherwise use my bare hands.\u00a0 However, I have a bottle of lube for … special occasions.\u00a0 I strip and avoid looking at myself in the mirror.\u00a0 Yeah, I’m ashamed of my body.\u00a0 I don’t keep it up.\u00a0 I keep telling myself I’ll go to the gym but I always seem to come up with an excuse.\u00a0 So I’m pudgy.\u00a0 Dammit.\u00a0 And embarrassed as hell by what I’m about to do.\u00a0 The bottle of lube is slick and annoying to hold but I ignore that and bring it over to the bed, standing behind the suit.\u00a0 My dick, a respectable 7″ is throbbing and there is some pre-cum at the tip.\u00a0 I think about it again but I can’t seem to stop myself.\u00a0 A squirt or two of lube and my dick is slick with it.\u00a0 I rub some off of my fingers and onto the thing’s pussy lips, pushing my fingers in and pretending it’s real.<\/p>\n
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Wiping as much of the lube on my leg as I can, I put my hands on the suit’s ass cheeks and spread them.\u00a0 It’s… awkward.\u00a0 They’re padded but still just parts of a fursuit.\u00a0 I can see the pussy more easily from behind and I guide my dick into it.\u00a0 It’s not at all the same – the hole opens up directly into the suit so I can only feel it around my dick at the opening.\u00a0 I close my eyes and lean forward and pretend.\u00a0 I thrust in and out a few times and eventually I’m gliding without the suit sticking to me.\u00a0 It almost feels real.<\/p>\n
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I’ll save you the embarrassing details of the noises I make.\u00a0 While the pussy isn’t griping my entire dick, the feeling of the fur under me and my imagination kicks in and I’m suddenly cumming.\u00a0 A lot.\u00a0 That’s not so unusual but, Jesus Christ, I’m still hard and it takes several more minutes before I’m exhausted and I pull out.\u00a0 I watch when I do so I can see what it looks like to pull my dick out of she-wolf’s pussy.\u00a0 Some of my cum has stuck to my dick and the fur around the suit’s pussy but just a little. I’m still half-hard and breathing heavily.\u00a0 I can’t stop staring at the thing.\u00a0 It’s detailed.\u00a0 The outlines of shoulder blades and muscles along the back, tendons in the neck leading up to the head and it even has a thick bit of fur along the back of the neck and a mix of long brown hair from the human part of the werewolf.\u00a0 Ridges along the nuzzle and teeth but no tongue.\u00a0 The teeth aren’t real teeth but, like the claws, they’re hard and sharp.\u00a0 I could cut myself on them.<\/p>\n
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It looks like the thing is over 6′ tall.\u00a0 Maybe 6’5″ or a little taller?\u00a0 Hard to tell with it deflated.\u00a0 I’m 5’8″ so bigger than me.\u00a0 And strong, lithe muscles in the detail.\u00a0 They’re sculpted into the rubber and hidden by thick fur but it’s easy to tell the thing is supposed to be strong and big.\u00a0 I sit next to it on the bed and stroke the fur some more.\u00a0 Shit.\u00a0 I turn it over to find my cum on the bed (came out through the zippered opening of the suit) and a good bit of cum pooled in the bottom of it where the ass would be.\u00a0 The inside looks like pink-brown rubber and is slick to the touch so it should be easy to carefully clean.<\/p>\n
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Another thought hits me as I’m looking.\u00a0 It’s obvious but not something I really thought of at first.\u00a0 It’s a suit.\u00a0 Sure, a lady werewolf but still a werewolf and still a suit.\u00a0 And it’s not a bulk fursuit.\u00a0 I could… I could try it on.\u00a0 It’s not really my thing, is it?\u00a0 But one time just to see what it looks like?\u00a0 One time and then off and done, right?\u00a0 I can feel myself getting hard at the thought.\u00a0 It’s an interesting mix.\u00a0 Guys do nothing for me.\u00a0 No, I have nothing against non-hetero guys at all.\u00a0 I don’t get creeped out by hugging a gay guy at all.\u00a0 Just… doesn’t do anything for me at all.\u00a0 But, werewolves do.\u00a0 She-wolves.\u00a0 Lady werewolves.\u00a0 So, dressing up and looking… maybe I could try a couple pictures and keep them for later for myself?<\/p>\n
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There are holes for legs and feet and arms and it looks like the head works a bit like a hoodie.\u00a0 Possibly a tight fit but its stretchy and there’s some room.\u00a0 The muzzle has no tongue and no bones to support it so it might look floppy but if I have my head at a good angle when I take a – I stop.\u00a0 I’m seriously considering it.\u00a0 Actually considering putting the suit on so I can see what it looks like.\u00a0 I touch the inside of the thighs and I can tell my own unimpressive legs will fit through the holes.\u00a0 I’m hard again.\u00a0 I consider, what?\u00a0 Fucking the suit again?\u00a0 I flush and it’s not the alcohol this time.\u00a0 No worse than using a Fleshlight or masturbating, right?<\/p>\n
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Pulling the right leg over to me, I put my foot into the opening and there’s plenty of room.\u00a0 The material is slick enough and the legs are big enough since they’re made for something much bigger than me.\u00a0 It’s cool against my skin and I have to tug somewhat hard to make my foot fit at the very end but it finally does.\u00a0 The material on the bottom of the foot is harder around the balls of the feet and the hells.\u00a0 Leathery and tough.\u00a0 My toes don’t fit into the spaces for the suit’s toes but it kind of matches.\u00a0 There are claws here too and they’re made of the same stuff – hard and sharp.\u00a0 The little toes are pulled back to the middle of the foot on the side and the feet are longer than a normal human feet with the balls of the foot stretched out so that it’d be comfortable to stand on them if it was a real werewolf.<\/p>\n
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My dick is throbbing and bobbing in the cool air.\u00a0 I look at my leg in the suit and the effect is amazing.\u00a0 I can easily pretend I’m a werewolf like this.\u00a0 The skin still feels rubbery and loose against my own skin since I’m very much smaller than the werewolf is supposed to be but the fake sculpted muscles are a nice touch and the fur feels like real animal fur.\u00a0 That thought makes me pause.\u00a0 Surely it’s not real fur, right?\u00a0 Whoever made this wouldn’t use real fur?\u00a0 I don’t have much experience with animals but it’s not quite like dog fur.\u00a0 It’s not wolf fur, is it?\u00a0 I finally decide to pretend it’s fake like the skin.\u00a0 It has to be.<\/p>\n
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The other leg is harder to pull on for some reason.\u00a0 My sweat is making the inside of the leg stick harder to my leg but I still struggle and yank and pull until I have my foot in the bottom.\u00a0 Only as I sit back down all the way do I feel my cold cum against my ass and balls.\u00a0 Ugh.\u00a0 I think about cleaning it off but I’m not sure what to use that won’t mess up the rubber.\u00a0 Soap and water?\u00a0 Would that eat the rubber or make it less stretchy?\u00a0 For some reason that rings a bell.\u00a0 I’ll just shower when I’m done and then look up how to clean it off.\u00a0 I’m losing my nerves and it was a pain in the ass getting my legs in so whatever.\u00a0 It’s my own cum, it’s not going to kill me.<\/p>\n
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My balls sit uncomfortably against the opening for the pussy and I’m careful that the zipper doesn’t grab at my pubic hairs.\u00a0 I reach into the pussy and feel my balls.\u00a0 The tuft of fur above the clit is split in half by the zipper. I run my fingers through it.\u00a0 My ass fits decently into the space where the suit’s ass checks are.\u00a0 Lower but roughly the same area.\u00a0 I grab the right arm of the suit with my left and tug it around my arm.\u00a0 This is harder than the legs.\u00a0 Definitely a tighter fit.\u00a0 The leg muscles of the werewolf are massive but the arms are more lithe and my slightly chubby arms push against the material.\u00a0 Like with the feet, my fingers don’t fit all the way into the finger holes but it works.\u00a0 The fingers themselves are shorter than what I’d expect, and thicker but still longer than mine.\u00a0 They aren’t particularly made for delicate work – no grasping and manipulating small things.\u00a0 Like I’d expect for something like a werewolf.<\/p>\n
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The left arm goes on harder since my right hand is inside the suit.\u00a0 However, the suit’s skin is relatively thin so I’m able to pinch and pull with my fingers through the material of the outfit and eventually, I wriggle my left arm in.\u00a0 The shoulders of the suit lay against me, hanging down and back.\u00a0 Definitely at least 6’5″ and maybe bigger.\u00a0 The shoulders feel slightly padded and they’re massive.\u00a0 Same for the fake back muscles.\u00a0 The back and thighs are definitely where the creator focused on with muscles.\u00a0 Fast and strong.\u00a0 I rub the divided belly of the beast.\u00a0 Stomach, too.\u00a0 Strong core, back and thighs.\u00a0 The top weighs heavily on me as it sags against my smaller frame.<\/p>\n
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I look down and it’s an odd visual.\u00a0 Two large, fur covered breasts hanging down and to the sides, divided by the zipper.\u00a0 My dick is throbbing, nearly aching from the thought of wearing the outfit and from having … fucked it.\u00a0 My balls are nestled into the pussy and my sparse chest hair shows between the thick fur of the suit.\u00a0 The suit fits me loosely and I’m starting to warm up almost uncomfortably from all the body heat trapped in the thing.\u00a0 The breasts are also surprisingly heavy.\u00a0 I grab one in each hand and fondle them.\u00a0 My brain does a tricky thing where it imagines me doing it to some woman rather than me doing it to myself.\u00a0 But I’m watching myself do it and now my balls are aching badly from the build-up.<\/p>\n
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All that’s left is the zipper and the head.\u00a0 I stand and almost fall from the way my feet don’t fit quite right in the suit.\u00a0 I feel my cum stretch away from the inside of the suit while sticking to my balls and ass.\u00a0 It’s… kind of uncomfortable.\u00a0 The suit sags even more against me but I ignore how strange it feels to have it hanging on me.\u00a0 It takes quite a few tries for me to pinch the zipper with my fingers in the suit but I finally do.\u00a0 Very carefully, I push my eager dick and wiry pubic hair out of the way and zip up. The tuft of fur above the suit’s pussy comes together nicely but I have to pull harder to bring the breasts together.\u00a0 My dick presses against the front of the suit but the suit is tighter around the stomach area so it’s not too bad of an effect.<\/p>\n
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The zipper ends under my chin.\u00a0 I turn to look in my dresser mirror.\u00a0 It’s slightly disappointing.\u00a0 It’s too saggy.\u00a0 Not only was the model for the outfit taller by at least a foot but they were bulkier in the shoulders and legs and it wears wrong.\u00a0 I almost take it off but all that’s left is the head.\u00a0 It lays against my blond curly hair and I feel one of the teeth poking at my scalp.\u00a0 I have to move my arms around to make the shoulders of the suit work right but I get my fingers in the opening under the werewolf’s head.\u00a0 It takes a bit to stretch it out to fit over my own head but it finally does.\u00a0 I notice, briefly, with even more disappointment that there are no holes for me to look out through the mask.<\/p>\n
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Briefly I notice this.<\/p>\n
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When the head touches the top of the zipper, the world explodes in pain.\u00a0 There’s this high pitched keening noise and it feels like someone has slammed a baseball bat against my forehead while simultaneously drilling all of my teeth at once at stabbing my stomach over and over with a huge knife.\u00a0 I can’t breathe.\u00a0 I’m suffocating.\u00a0 The air I’m sucking in through the mask starts to burn and I don’t know if I’m standing or on my back or stomach or throwing up or anything.\u00a0 I might be screaming.\u00a0 I might be trying to claw my eyes out.\u00a0 I can’t feel anything through the pain in my head and my whole body is burning.\u00a0 Like what I’d imagine an acid would feel if it were coursing through my veins.<\/p>\n
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I’m on my hands and knees.\u00a0 I can feel the cheap carpet against my knees and the weight of my body on my hands.\u00a0 I’m shaking and gasping for breath and the floor is spinning in front of my eyes as I try to keep myself from throwing up.\u00a0 My stomach is clenching and unclenching painfully – cramping over and over and I growl against the pain, feeling a lump in my throat burning with the need to vomit everywhere.\u00a0 The carpet is swimming – the cheap brown and yellow pattern waving in front of me and I feel a cold sweat and the smell of sewage and food and everything else hitting me, threatening to make me empty my stomach.\u00a0 I stand, try to stand and fall back over, crashing into the dresser and not even feeling the pain through the way my head is screaming at me.\u00a0 Something breaks – glass and wood and I don’t even pay attention.<\/p>\n
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The ceiling is spinning now and I close my eyes and then stand again, swaying dangerously.\u00a0 My ears are still ringing and everything is moving too fast.\u00a0 I fall against the wall and feel the coolness of it against my skin.\u00a0 I close my eyes and breathe.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 I can feel my heartbeat slow slightly and my ears aren’t ringing nearly as bad as they were.\u00a0 The pain is going away.\u00a0 I open my eyes and the room isn’t trying to tilt any more.\u00a0 I stand, shaking from everything.<\/p>\n
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And then I freeze.\u00a0 I can see my nose.\u00a0 Not my nose.\u00a0 The end of a muzzle.\u00a0 Mine.\u00a0 My muzzle.\u00a0 I reach for it and see my fingers.\u00a0 I miss at first, overreaching.\u00a0 I’m wearing the suit.\u00a0 But, no, I’m not.\u00a0 I can see.\u00a0 Those fingers in the suit are mine.\u00a0 The effect almost makes me throw up.\u00a0 I can almost, for a brief moment, feel the ghost of my fingers as they should be, not as they are now.\u00a0 Not these strong, thick black-clawed fingers.\u00a0 I hold one up in front of my face… muzzle and turn it back and forth.\u00a0 I can feel them but these aren’t my hands.\u00a0 My arms are covered in medium, brown fur.\u00a0 I can see the muscles moving individually as I turn my arm. Flexing under the coat of fur.\u00a0 Mine.\u00a0 I slowly bring my hand to my nose and touch it, feeling the sensation in both fingers and the bridge of my nose.\u00a0 Running my finger along the the length of the muzzle, I can feel the bones, skin and very short fur.<\/p>\n
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Holy fucking god.\u00a0 It’s slightly hard to see but the suit’s breasts – they’re there too.\u00a0 It’s all there.\u00a0 All of it.\u00a0 It’s not the suit any more.\u00a0 It’s me.\u00a0 When I grab the… my breast, fat and heavy against my chest, I can feel it all.\u00a0 It’s like I’m suddenly aware of my whole body from my head down to my toes.\u00a0 I can feel my ears twitching against my head, swiveling slightly.\u00a0 My dick is gone.\u00a0 When I think of it, I can again almost feel a ghost of it.\u00a0 Where it should be.\u00a0 But my stomach is flat and the tuft of fur above the pussy is there.<\/p>\n
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I fall to my knees.\u00a0 I can’t help it.\u00a0 I’m trembling.\u00a0 I feel something else and it takes me a moment to realize it’s my tail laying against the ground.\u00a0 I can feel it on my ass cheeks.\u00a0 My breasts feel heavy and strange.\u00a0 My dick… I bring a hand to my thighs and then between them.\u00a0 I can almost feel a heat.\u00a0 There’s this… I can’t describe it.\u00a0 A softness between my legs but inside of me.\u00a0 When I notice it, I can feel it tighten.\u00a0 It’s a muscle.\u00a0 Some muscle inside of me.\u00a0 My pussy.\u00a0 At the thought, I can feel the muscle relax, expanding.\u00a0 I feel things rubbing slightly on each other inside and just this… like my mouth filling with spit at the scent of some delicious smelling food.\u00a0 That’s the closest I can put it.\u00a0 And this throbbing. I should know what that’s like – when I’m hard and fucking horny and my dick is throbbing at me.\u00a0 Only it’s not my dick.\u00a0 I feel it outside of me.<\/p>\n
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My hand touches my pussy lips and I find where the throbbing is.\u00a0 It’s the lips.\u00a0 I’m suddenly… I rub my thighs together slightly at the sudden feeling.\u00a0 This hot throbbing and I can feel this liquid that shouldn’t be there but I can feel it inside of me.\u00a0 Jesus.\u00a0 The feeling of my fingers against my p… JESUS CHRIST!\u00a0 I touch something and my whole body jerks from it.\u00a0 The clit!\u00a0 Fuck!\u00a0 The clit!\u00a0 It can’t always be this sensitive.\u00a0 I moan and growl and my finger presses harder against my pussy lips and I’m so hot.\u00a0 I can feel my cheeks burning and this building pressure.\u00a0 I lean forward into it with one hand on the ground and the other between my thighs, stroking my engorged pussy lips.\u00a0 Lost in the feeling of it.\u00a0 My finger dips inside of me and I jerk as the claw on the tip of the finger hurts me for a moment but then I’m pushing the finger in more and that noise is back in my ears.\u00a0 My breathing is erratic.\u00a0 I … can’t … I can’t… focus… but my hand is pumping hard, rubbing my lips and pushing into myself until I can’t…<\/p>\n
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There’s a roaring in my ears and I can hear myself screaming in this unnatural voice – shrill and deep and almost a howl of a kind but still very human.\u00a0 I can feel the liquid coming out of my pussy, covering my legs and ass and hand and I’m still rubbing until it’s suddenly too sensitive.\u00a0 I want more but I can’t handle the thought of touching myself any more.\u00a0 The smell – it reminds me of my cum but it’s different.\u00a0 Very different.\u00a0 I collapse to my side and my legs are rubbing against each other.\u00a0 I can’t stop them.\u00a0 Everything just feels incredible and my muscles can’t stop moving and I just… FUCK!\u00a0 I shake from something similar to the orgasm that brought me down.\u00a0 It’s sudden and makes my body tremble and jerk from it.\u00a0 I wrap my arms around myself to try to hold it all in and THAT is a mistake as my furry arms slide against my stomach and breasts and I’m hit by another smaller orgasm from how sensitive my skin feels.\u00a0 My toes are curling over and over, the claw from my right big toe cutting into the wood of the dresser, cutting strips out of the wood.<\/p>\n
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Eventually, I stop shaking.\u00a0 The smell… MY smell is intoxicating.\u00a0 I bring my hand up to my eyes.\u00a0 My cum.\u00a0 My cum from earlier, before all of this… it’s on my fingers.\u00a0 I spread them apart and see the strings it makes.\u00a0 I can smell the new scent mixed in with the smell of my old cum.\u00a0 SHIT!\u00a0 I can feel more leaking out of me where I shouldn’t be able to feel anything.\u00a0 I put my fingers between my legs by reflex and cry out from how sensitive I am.\u00a0 My whole crotch is soaked with cum – new and old.\u00a0 It’s… it’s getting hard to think… I just… the smell… I can feel a growl at the back of my throat and I don’t hold back.\u00a0 My fingers come up to my muzzle and I breathe in deeply, luxuriating in the exotic smells.<\/p>\n
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Before I can stop myself, my fingers are in my mouth.\u00a0 My muzzle.\u00a0 The taste explodes on my tongue and I feel my body go slack from it.\u00a0 Like I’ve been drugged.\u00a0 I almost cut myself on these new teeth – like little daggers.\u00a0 Everything reacts and I lick my fingers eagerly.\u00a0 More.\u00a0 I need more.\u00a0 More of it all.\u00a0 Both hands go between my legs and I’m eagerly scooping up cum that’s been soaking into my legs and fur.\u00a0 I can feel my tail thumping slightly as I take my fingers into my mouth, licking with my long wolf’s tongue, lapping up all of my juices – old and new cum.\u00a0 Every time I touch my pussy, a jolt travels up my spine but I want more.\u00a0 This musky scent of the she-wolf’s cum mixed with my old cum and this body’s scent is intoxicating.<\/p>\n
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Until I’m clean.\u00a0 My fur is soaked from the cum but there’s no more leaking out.\u00a0 I almost whine in frustration.\u00a0 I want more of it.\u00a0 I want to feel that again.\u00a0 I roll onto my back and feel my breasts pull up and to the sides slightly.\u00a0 I grab one with my left hand and experimentally tweak one of the fat, dark nipples.\u00a0 I jack-knife from the sudden feeling of electricity that goes in a line down from my nipple to my pussy.\u00a0 I can feel the inside of me doing that thing again – relaxing almost and feeling looser but knowing it’s my wetness growing.\u00a0 I’m pinching and rolling my nipple and I don’t remember consciously trying to do it, moaning from the feeling of it.\u00a0 My other hand reaches down to my pussy.\u00a0 My lips feel fatter than I remember them but it’s all a new experience.\u00a0 I brush my clit and almost scream from it.\u00a0 Not yet.\u00a0 Not yet.\u00a0 I rub at my pussy lips for a moment, feeling the shivers in my spine, legs and inside my cunt until I can’t take it and I press two fingers into the sopping wetness of my pussy.<\/p>\n
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I’ve never had my ass played with as a man so I don’t know how to describe what it feels like.\u00a0 Or what it potentially feels like to have something inside of my body like this.\u00a0 I don’t know if it’d be similar at all.\u00a0 I want to touch everything at once.\u00a0 There’s rough skin on the bottoms of my fingers and palm of my hand… paw?\u00a0 I ignore it and try to be gentle with my claws.\u00a0 It’s frustrating.\u00a0 I want to rub the inside of my pussy but the claws are keeping that off the menu.\u00a0 I DO whine now and I’ve never done that before in my life.\u00a0 It just happens.\u00a0 I’m massaging and rolling my nipple in one hand and it’s bigger and harder now.\u00a0 My feet are rubbing on each other over and over by themselves again and I’m trying to push my fingers into my pussy as far as they can go.\u00a0 I feel… full?\u00a0 Nearly full?\u00a0 But not full enough.\u00a0 There’s this building pressure and the electricity from my nipples is hitting against some nerve thing in my pussy and I’ve lost myself in the feeling of it all.\u00a0 My whole body feels it along my spine and it’s just building higher and higher and I’m slamming my fingers harder and harder into myself, feeling the tips of the claws against the flesh, feeling the pain for a half-second before endorphins kill the bad pain.\u00a0 I’m moaning and whining and making this… mewling sound as I twist on the ground, my tail pressing against me as I twist and turn.\u00a0 I don’t… this pressure is massive.\u00a0 I almost can’t take the sensation but I can’t stop.\u00a0 I can’t fucking stop now.\u00a0 I’m almost there.\u00a0 It’s almost there.\u00a0 I can’t… I can’t…<\/p>\n
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The world explodes again.\u00a0 I wish I could say how amazing it felt.\u00a0 How completely different it felt from the first time.\u00a0 I felt a hint of all of that – fringes of this amazing release.\u00a0 But, I can’t.\u00a0 I can’t because whether I’d forgotten to breathe or it was all too much suddenly, I black out.\u00a0 Screaming.\u00a0 Howling.\u00a0 Body shaking.\u00a0 Blackness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was a box.\u00a0 Or possibly a crate – wooden sides with a bit of plastic on the side containing what I’d think was a packing slip.\u00a0 No visible marks otherwise.\u00a0 No ‘fragile’ (which my mind nearly always reads mentally Continue reading Layers Chapter 1<\/span>