So I finally played Security Breach (Or maybe I got somebody else to play it for me
whilst I watched because I'm a coward djdgsjlfglskjg) and in spite of its many flaws,
I love it!~
One particular feature I found myself adoring, was Roxy Wolf! For many, many
reasons...~
And thus it lead to me doing a couple of trades with the incredibly talented Benji-
Blacksky over on DA!: https://www.deviantart.com/benji-blacksky who wrote this
2 part phenomenal story, involving a particular interest of mine >w<
I hope you guys enjoy!~

--- PART 1 ---

Gregory felt nervous as he tried to make his way through the pizzeria, the glam rock themed funland having turned into something from his nightmares. The one friend he had made, Freddy, was recharging and in sleep mode. It made Gregory feel all the more uneasy. The bright, neon lights cut through the dark, letting him see enough, but there were still threats within the shadows and the bright lights would expose him to traveling animatronics.

As he took several, slow steps, he moved his flashlight to illuminate places too dark for him to see. Off in the distance he could see Montgomery was roaming far off in the Mega PizzaPlex, far enough that Gregory didn’t have to worry. Stopping, he tried to catch his breath. He really couldn’t do much without Freddy to help him. The young man took a sigh of relief, only to miss the sound of creeping, padding footsteps coming closer and closer.

Only a couple yards away behind him was Roxanne Wolf, the one member of the Glamrocks with something to prove, and a sheer drive to do so. Her mechanized face curved into a smile, the artificial fangs she had gleaming as something within her became all the more eager. He was almost in range, helpless, and her ticket to being acknowledged as the best. After she took some time to scare the little brat senseless, she’d take him over to that boring guard Vanessa and get her credit as the best of the animatronics...She just had to. She couldn’t fathom the idea of losing to that oaf Monty or a scatterbrain like Chica, the others didn’t even merit mentioning, because, if she lost to THEM of all people, she’d be...She’d be… “A big loser.”

The words she spoke without even thinking had caught Gregory’s attention, the kid turning his head. Roxanne mentally swore..or tried to swear, Fazbear Entertainment vastly limited her system’s vocabulary, but the sentiment was there. She wasn’t noticed and felt sure she could close the distance, at least until she accidentally stepped on something that made a crunch size. Looking down, she saw a pizza box with mysterious, beak shaped bite marks on it. Instantly, she narrowed her eyes, and made a mental note to give Chica a piece of her mind, but Gregory was gasping.

“Roxanne!”

Instantly, her bravado came up, with Roxanne taking a menacing pose, pointing at him with a clawed finger. “Don’t be scared...Your favorite’s here to help!”

“As if!” Gregory said before he bolted, running as fast as his little limbs would allow.

Growling, Roxanne hunched over before reaching out and running, the springs and gears within urging her on, her AI full of fury. “You can’t outrun me, you little brat!” she shouted, giving chase.

The animatronic was able to keep up. She didn’t get tired, but the kid was clever, and sneaky. When she didn’t have eyes on him she had to listen, hearing the sound of his sneakers on the floor, rapid steps from sprinting, or his panting from being out of breath. It was enough for her to pursue him into the go-kart area, which only made Roxanne even more confident as she spoke. She knew he could hear him, and that was good..It meant she could make him afraid, and maybe even make him give up. “You seriously think you can beat me here? This is my track, and you’re outta luck. Give up now and maybe I’ll tell Vanessa to go easy on you.”

Hiding behind a pile of tires, Gregory’s flashlight was out as he took shallow, measured breath. He had to calm his mind, but more than that he had to keep quiet. It looked like the area was still under construction, with parts of the track even going over spaces in the service and auxiliary parts area. He didn’t need long to make his choice. He had to get away from Roxanne and running was out of the question. He had to go for one of the go-karts before she found him. Taking a single deep breath and trying to be brave, he started to sprint, jumping into a kart and driving off. As he turned the key, he saw Roxanne turn and glare. He knew she WAS a good racer, maybe even the best, but if he could goad her then maybe she’d be off her game. “Seeya loser!” he shouted as he revved the kart and peeled out, burning rubber on the track.

“Loser?! I’ll show you a loser!” Roxanne snarled, her buttons properly pressed as she forgot her mission, only wanting to show him up. Getting in another kart she furrowed her brow before zooming after him. She knew the track, she knew how to race, it was in her blood, and when she caught him she’d leave him in the dust.

Gregory, in the race of his life, could feel his adrenaline pumping, his pulse pounding. He had to hold the advantage, but he was calmer than her, more collected. He saw a turn coming up, he just had to keep her off until..Finally, he turned fast, the sudden swerve leaving a loud screech, taking Roxanne out of her road rage and to the realization she was about to hit a wall.

“Oh, no!” she howled, just as her go kart burst, the chair ejected with a spring, sending her out too, over the edge and down, down towards a compressor-compactor, a new FazBear punishment for problematic animatronics. She fell in with a thud, while the chair itself hit the activation button of the compressor-compactor.

“NOW BEGINNING ANIMATRONIC CONVERSION...PLEASE STANDBY AND REMEMBER THE WAIVERS YOU SIGNED ON YOUR WAY IN!”

The friendly voice signaled a harsh change as Gregory looked down and Roxanne saw the steel walls close in, inching towards her as the hydraulic press pushed against her, compacting her. Her components would survive the process, as well as her AI, but all her rage was replaced by fear, of the unknown, of what would become of her, feeling the intense, unbearably overwhelming. It was as if all the air left her in a loud, sudden pop. The pressure had an oddly relaxing feeling, even as she was squished flatter than a pancake, still slick from the Remnant oil that made the walls too slick too climb or claw her way out of. She then felt a growing heat, warming her, making her more molten as she suddenly was released, now like rubbery, elastic husk.

As the walls moved and the floor went up, she was soon pushed towards a conveyor belt, that pushed her out and down, towards the floor.

From where he had been, Gregory came down, staring in horror at Roxanne, feeling guilt as he reached down and picked her up, staring at her flattened face, her eyes half open, her lavender lips glistening and glossy. “Geeze...I almost feel sorry for you.”

“I’ll feel sorry for you when I get my claws on you!” she snarled.

Gregory gasped, dropping her and watching her fall to the ground like a plastic bag before he picked her up again, seeing her bemused, flat as a board face. “Wait...You’re still alive.”

“Obviously, smart guy. Now give up, I’ve caught you already!” she said, doing her best to be authoritative, but her voice quivered, especially when she saw Gregory smile for the first time rather than look at her with fear. It was an expression that made her feel more eager, but she felt like she was blushing.

“I think it’s the other way around,” Gregory said before he spread her out, seeing everything from her hair and tail to her limbs had been converted to glossy plastic, smooth to the touch and shimmering in the neon. “Wow, you feel so nice…”

“S-stop that, hey!” Roxanne protested, feeling Gregory pull her snout and limbs, tugging at her tail. She felt like a rubber band, being pulled to tension, a strange tingle growing each time she was stretched, making her lose her focus, almost lost in it. “You need to help me get back to normal.”

Gregory knew he should have just left her as she was, but somehow she was too fun as she was, almost cute. She tried not to look it, but he could see a pleading almost begging look in her doggy eyes, a low whine from her voice box like whimpering. Unable to help himself, Gregory rubbed his cheek against her face, feeling the new exterior she had. “Alright, how do I do that?”

“First, stop being a weirdo and rubbing your cheek against me. Then maybe blow me up?” she asked.

Gregory nodded, taking a deep breath and focusing on her bright, lilac colored lipstick. Before he could pucker up, though, she shouted.

“N-not like that, you dummy! Take me to parts and storage and pump me up there!” she said, feeling even more confused, unable to fathom what was going through Gregory’s mind.

With a little disappointment, Gregory nodded before taking her arms and tying them together, making her body into a makeshift cape before he ran, feeling playful for the first time in a long time. It was as if his childlike wonder had returned briefly, and even Roxanne could tell, her former animosity gone.

Soon, she was there with him, with him unknotting her arms, taking the squishy wolf and laying her down as he saw the helium tanks. “There. Now to hook you up, right?”

“Yeah, just make sure you get the right hose, and-MMMPHHH!!!” Roxanne began, but the hose being shoved into her maw, making her eyes go wide, feeling herself stretched as it waspushed until it was down to her belly.

“Ok, I’ll have you fixed up in-” Gregory began, when he heard the sounds of footsteps, and saw a flashlight. “Where are you, kid? It’s time to end this little game!”

Gregory, reminded he was supposed to be hiding, looked at Roxanne, giving her an apologetic look. He wanted to take her with him, but he couldn’t...It was just too risky. Muttering a quick, “Sorry,” he then bolted, just as Vanessa came over in time to flash her light on her deflated body.

“Oh, Roxy...Of course you screwed up,” Vanessa said, dismissively, her gaze going downward.

Roxanne, despite her hurt feelings, managed to growl.

“When I got the alert the compactor-compressor went off, I thought the kid got himself hurt, but it looks like you just fumbled. Shame..It’d take a full night’s work to get you back in old shape…” Vanessa trailed off before looking at the hose, seeing it connected to the bounce house blower, as opposed to the animatronic reinflation system or special parade float blower. Grinning, Vanessa flipped it on. “Maybe a new shape and a new job will do you good...You can be tomorrow’s birthday bouncy castle…”

The loud whirring of the machine made Roxanne blow up, her eyes bulging before her cheeks and head followed suit, somehow the first bits as her body moves, limbs reshaping and reorganizing, becoming the four corners as her torso took on a rectangular shape. She could feel her body morphing, the Remnant oil coating further augmenting her before Vanessa poked and pinched her inflated cheeks.

“Now, at least you’ll be everyone’s favorite bouncy castle,” Vanessa taunted, as the recording cameras caught the whole thing.

THE NEXT DAY

Rumors abounded of how Fazbear Entertainment’s Mega PizzaPlex was undergoing a lawsuit, one being hushed up. News traveled fast about how a security guard was fired for tampering with the animatronics, whereas a child was endangered after hours. While all of that was pending, for Roxanne her immediate problem was how she had been turned into a bouncy house, four net walls enclosing the kids there as they bounced on her, up and down, high in the air, all of them laughing and chuckling.

Roxanne was embarrassed all the same, humiliated, and yet she felt...Useful, cared for. All of the kids cheering, even talking about how great Roxanne was as a bouncy house, how they were glad to be in the new attraction.

As she felt all of them constantly bounce and bob, her reluctance became enjoyment, her inflated tail wagging as she couldn’t stop herself from grinning. Sure she couldn’t play keytar, but being praised was sweet music to her lupine ears. However, she was most shocked when she saw a familiar face. “Wait...Kid, I mean, Gregory?”

Gregory had snuck near, and during daylight hours, the last face she expected to see. He knelt down near her face, looking. “Hi, Roxanne...I’m sorry I left you like that, you okay?”

“Pssh...Since when do you care?” she asked, her words curt and cutting.

“I do care...You’re my favorite, after all,” he said.

“Wait...Really?” she asked, shocked.

Gregory chuckled, adoring her face. “Yeah...I mean, not when you were trying to chase me, but you were always the coolest...Freddy thinks so too.”

Roxanne felt even more flushed, almost gobsmacked. It only grew when he reached a hand to pet her inflated masses of hair.

“I was hoping we could be friends too, once you calmed down but I’m sorry I left you alone. I wish I could have done more…”

“Eh...Don’t be hard on yourself, kid. You had your thing to do...You can make it up to me, though, if you’re that torn up.”

“I can? How?” Gregory asked.

“By spending all day with your favorite...Oh, and you have to tell me how cool I am. I’ll even let you have an all day bounce once the party bunch is gone.”

Gregory, seeing the other kids bounce on her, smiled before he hugged and snuggled her overinflated head. “Sure! I can’t wait to have more time with you, and without car crashes.”

“Yeah, yeah, but if I ever get in the kart again I’ll show ya why I’m the best… But for now the bouncing is plenty of action for yours truly,” she said, glad she had so many fans..and at least one friend, too.

--- PART 2 ---

As Roxanne was put on display in the Fazbear storage facility, a fair crowd had gathered while the HandUnit voiceover played.

“Hello, and welcome to Fazbear Entertainment’s Animatronic Option. For our final item of the day, in part due to our newest rebrand and attempts to distance memories of misfortune from our family friendly brand, we will now be putting up Roxanne Wolf. After an auspicious, and suspicious, accident, our racing roadster became a boisterous bouncyhouse. Rare and unique among all the animatronics, when it comes to being reshaped and remodeled to fit any role, she is the best. She even comes with a temporary animatronic memory state. Note: All purchases final. Any injuries, mishaps, or strange happenings are fully the responsibility of Roxanne’s new owners.”

Roxanne grumbled, the idea of being sold off didn’t sit well with her. Somewhere within, the wolf and former keytar palyer was still a rebel. Even if people wanted her, she didn’t much like the idea of being kept as someone’s pet...Then again, it was her chance to finally be the center of attention. Maybe that part wouldn’t be so bad.In fact, if she got to bounce for more kids parties, to make them feel happy and to be appreciated by them, that thought alone was enough to lift up the deflated wolf’s mood.

Regardless, the bidding went on. From between the panes of glass she had been stuck in, Roxanne watched. Her eyes had been notable even among the most advanced animatronics, but the bright lights made it hard to tell who was out there. She could only hear the STAFF noting when bids were made, a great screen behind Roxanne likely projecting the prices.

As she waited for the result to come up, she eventually heard a bell, not unlike when the pizzaplex opened and closed.

“Congratulations to our winning bidder,” HandUnit said. “Roxanne Wolf is now your proud and legal possession. Note that should Fazbear Entertainment see fit to create variations of the Roxanne Wolf character, owndership of this glamrock unit Roxanne Wolf does not entitle you to royalties, input, or other benefits outside of this single model. Thank you once again and now we “bid” you farewell. You may pick up your winnings around back.”

Roxanne, before she knew it, was then covered by a cloth, the white fabric obscuring her vision as her frame was taken away. Roxanne wasn’t entirely sure how long she had been hidden, but she was eventually uncovered outside of the storage area and released from her glass. Nearby, she could see a portable, high compression air tank and what looked like a tether string of some kind. Other devices were gathered, including the remote that would make her internal machinery take on her animatronic or bouncy house forms. She was trying to look around, part of her wishing she could somehow move, only to realize that she was facing a familiar sight.

Vanessa, the security guard was before her, but something about her was different. Her surly and somewhat bored affect had been replaced, her rigid way of standing exchanged for a more curious and playful, but malicious ones, a hand on her hip and another near her chin, her eyes wide with wonder, though the way her brows arched and the malicious grin on her face made it clear she was considering less than pleasant possibilities. She practically bobbed back and forth from her heels to her tiptoes, giddy as she picked up Roxanne and looked her over “Oh boy, if it isn’t my favorite animatronic. I’m so glad we get to play since you survived that little mishap in the kitchen.”

“Vanessa...what’re you…?” Roxanne could force the words, though her tone was worried.

Vanessa, though, put a finger to Roxanne’s muzzle, deflated though it was, her fingerip rubbing against oxanne’s nose, almost tauntingly. “Ah, ah, ah, you can call me Vanny. Now, a good little toy like you should be played with and not heard, not until I say so, got it?”

Roxanne tried to snarl, only for Vanessa to take a hose and shove it into her maw, her muzzle clamped around it by Vanny’s hands before the woman did a shushing motion to her own mouth. “So nice of you to pucker up. Now, let’s keep it going.”

Taking a length of the rope, she wrapped it around Roxanne’s mouth, tying it tightly before turning the air tank’s valve to let out a steady stream of air. Before she knew it, she was starting to puff up, feeling intense, steady pressure. Her body bulged as the air made its way through, putting her back to normal shape first, only for her to feel airier. She started to realize she was floating, filled with helium as she went up and up, the air making her limbs and body regain definition. It was as if she was like her old self for a moment, albeit smoother due to the Remnant having made her into one mostly solid animatronic rather than composed of an endo and other bits and bobs. However, that barely lasted before her belly bloated, turning round and spherical, her chest bumps appearing along with two near her rear, but otherwise she was little more than a big round ball, her legs and arms sinking in, her head barely defined as her eyes and snout bulged, the hose still in her mouth as her tail, handpawss, and footpaws also became huge.

By the end, Vanny was giggling, both adoration and antagonism clear in her bright, observant eyes, fixed on Roxanne’s own, drinking in the mix of surprise and embarrassment, savoring the brief moments of consternation the Fox was able to express with her exagerated and inflated visage. “Already this toy was worth every cent. Time to take my favorite balloon home.”

Vanny removed the hose, putting the tank on like a backpack before she held the string, leaving Roxanne as little more than a parade balloon on a string, but Vanny was more than capable of handlign her alone and more than happy to do so.

Moments passed before Vanny skipped, a familiar, lackadaisical prance, playfully bounding into the air like a blissful bunny, lifted higher by Roxanne’s bloated body.

Roxanne could feel herself going up, flying a few feet up, carrying Vanny with her before, somehow, the (former) security guard yanked her down, bringing them back to earth, the rubberized racer going down muzzle first as she was paraded down the streets, with Vanny as proud as could be.

Roxanne could feel it, the constant pull and tug, stretching her rubbery body while she squeaked, the air testign her limits as she could hardly contain it all within herself. She could go bigger, no doubt, but she still felt pushed to her limit, straining against the constant push. There was a strange tension that had her fixated and full, not quite uncomfortable, but left in suspense, waiting for a moment of release. Instead all she had was Vanny making a swollen spectacle of her as passersby saw her air-amplified curves, from her big buttocks being slapped by her involuntarily wagging tail to her modest chest made to be more visible, the funbags attracting attention, while her bare and exposed underbelly hauled in its own oogling audience.

Eventually, Vanny had taken Roxanne to what lookedl ike an abandoned building. It certainly wasn’t a residence, but she was more curious how she was expected to fit inside. The building, empty though it looked, was several stories tall and had no extra large entrance, but she was eventually taken through an alleyway around back, occasionally bouncing off of the walls of the alley, to and fro, unti lthey came to a great garage.

Humming, Vanny tied Roxanne to a lamppost before she opened the garage and tugged the wolf dow nad began to shove her in face first.

Roxanne whimpered, her voice more high pitched from the helium somehow affecting her voice module, until she felt herself pressed in tight, sides against the wall as she felt like she was crushed and compressed, confined to a cube shape while Vanny giggled and constantly pushed up against her, occassionally rubbing against the inflated and rubbery body of the rounded rockstar.

Soon, Roxxy could feel Vanny push her tail and hind in before Vanny let out an exaggerated, dramatic sigh before closign the garage door, sticking Roxanne in for awhile.

With the sides of her face agagainst the wll, Lights came on and Roxanne realized that she wasn’t against a cement or brick wall, but one of...glass. On all sides. It was almostl ike being bottled, but see through, a large area, composed of different Fazzbear memorabilia was there, most of it of the oldest incarnations of Bonny and a few dolls. A plushtrap doll, in near-pristine condition sat beneath a strange shrine while Roxanne could hear machinery whirring and felt movement. No sooner had the glass confines moved than a hatch moved behind her, sealing her in the cube, once again between panes of glass.

In the back of her mind, Roxanne felt like it was getting old fast, but she was taken from that thought when she saw Vanny come into view, holding a bunny suit with her. It looked homemade, different from the Fazbear type anthropomorphic mascots, but it seemed bespoke, personal, the crimson eyes having a quality just like Vanny’s own.

“Oh, good, a captive audience for my verry special show. I hope you enjoyed the trip here as much as I did,” Vanny said before she walked to the glass, giggling, she went right to where Roxanne’s muzzle was before kissing right where Roxanne’s amethyst hued lipstick was, the glass separating the human’s lips from the animatronic’s bloated ones, even as her hands were against the glass, still wishing for true contact, but Vanny had to wait.

“I have to admit, of all the animatronics you were my favorite, but it’s a shame you were such a disappointment at times. That overconfident facade of yours made you seem like you had an overinflated ego...now you’re just overinflated. Maybe in my care you can just learn to accept that you're meant to entertain and amuse.”

Roxanne rankled at that estimation, even as part of her felt a sting of truth. There was no reason for her to think she wasn’t the best...right?

“Still, speaking of being your real self, I better take off this silly outfit and be mine. That way we can honest with each other, nice and intimate with our feelings.” Making a point of it all, Vanny blew her breath against the glass, blowing hot air and then drawing a little heart with her fingers before she stepped away, making a show of it, taking off her hat and tossing it aside before she unbuttoned her top, bit by bit, going from the bottom up, showing her midriff and belly button, fairly trim for a woman her age.

This led up to the cotton-white bra, laid bare before Vanny had unbuttoned it all. With her specialized eyes, no detail escaped Roxanne’s notice, staring beyond the glass, seeing that Vanny had somehow moved back so that she was centered in the heart shaped imprint.

Unhooking her bra, she slowly slunk down her top from her shoulders, baring them and her chest, arching her body before dropping the clothes down, blowign Roxanne a kiss and undoing her pants and panties, letting them fall down her pert, shapely rear and shapely hips, catching on her thighs for but a moment before the slacks were on the ground, followed by her panties, a clink of her belt signaling the end of her disrobing. Slipping out of the shoes she had worn beforehand, she went to the bunny suit next, the fabric fitting her snuggly

Roxanne had seen performances before this one, heck, she had been a performer for all of her existence, but somehow, the squished balloon got the sense that the theatrics were ending. She could hear Vanny sigh, sincerely, see her eyes open halfway, relief and comfort painted across her face. It was a moment of release and even joy...Roxanne was seeing the real Vanny as she suited up, the facade of a normal human peeled away as she was swaddled in her furry attire, embracing her true self. The creature beneath’s appearance mattered little, it was a truth of matter, but not a truth of soul...That thing that remained in every being, that no matter how you morphed and molded it, would always come back.

Int that moment, surprise and even sympathy struck Roxanne as Cvanny dressed, putting on her mask and hugging herself before she pranced over to a table and picked up a knife, twirling it deftly between her figners as one would a baton. The motion was fluid, thoughtless, and seamless like Vanny’s suit. It was simply part of her skills, adding an air of benace as the kife shined brightly.

“Finally, you get to meet the real me, Roxy...I hope you’ll be my biggest fan before long, just like I’m yours,” Vanny walked nearer and nearer, her voice more hushed.

Something about it both scared and attracted Roxanne as she wanted help. She could see Vanny’s now covered hand against the glass before the suited woman took her knife and tapped it to the center of the heart-shaped smudge she left in the glass. Roxanne watched as cracks formed in the center, reaching out and growign like branches on a tree or a spider’s web, remindign Roxanne how she was ensnared until, at last, the glass broke, all at once.

Roxanne was afraid of being punctured, until she saw the pieces weren’t sharp at all. “H-huh? Her bound muzzle squeaked.

Vanny chuckled. “It’s just my special sugar glass. Looks like the real thing, but I wouldn’t let it cut up my wobbly wolfy...Be glad.” She leaned in to smooch Roxanne again, the mask now against Roxanne’s lips as she untied the rope and pulled Roxanne out. “Now, let’s let you let out air a bit, silly.” Taking her hands, Vanny made sure to point the knife away before she pressed against Roxanne’s cheeks, pushing the helium out, letting her deflate some. Roxanne felt lighter, floating less, but she wasn’t fully let go as the gusts of air escaped her muzzle.

Roxanne could feel that release and the strange sensation of pleasure as she was allowed to go back to her more natural size, her body relaxing, tension fading. It wasn’t a big moment, but a slow, steady release, one that let Roxanne clear her mind and feel more at ease, if only for a moment. Her body was still round and bloated at the middle, ball shaped, her hands and feet inflated too, but she stood there while Vanny moved closer, pressing her svelte belly against Roxanne’s air-filled one, rubbing.

“So, we have plenty of fun and games in store, but do you want to say anything to me?”

“Like what?” Roxanne asked, her voice still squeaky and her sense of sarcasm still intact. For all the intimidation Vanny used, she wouldn’t fold too easily.

Vanny, though, rubbed the flat of her knife against Roxanne’s rubbery body, the point only centimeters from her. “Like ‘Thank you, mistress Vanny.’ I thought you were smart, Roxanne. If it wasn’t for me, no one would play with you. Why, you might even get forgotten. Be worthless. Neither of us want that, now, do we?”

Roxanne was about to respond, when she was pushed back by Vanny onto her tusm the bunny straddling her, legs spread across Roxanne’s belly, before Vanny put the knife aside, letting her hands rub and fondle Roxanne’s squeaky body and start to bounce up and down, slwoly, gaining momentum.

“Now, why don’t we both be on our best behavior and appreciate our time together?” Vanny asked before she took Roxanne’s puffy hands in hers and held them. “Now, say it.”

Roxanne gasped, feeling Vanny’s thighs calamp against her, the bouncy bunny working herself up, gettign more excited from the motion, the feeling of their bodies pressing together, squeaky noises and creaking heard as she took stock of Roxanne’s rubbery, round figure, shifting the air within.

Roxanne could feel herself bouncing up and down like a yoga ball while Vanny grew more vigorous, bouncing more excitedly and wildly. Roxanne grew more intimidated, even as a strange excitement came over her. This was like when she was a bounce hosue, but different, a strange intimacy to it. “Th-thank you, mistress Vanny...”

“Good, that’s my best girl.” Vanny said, giving the malleable mutt compliments. “Now, why don’t we get you back into a shape you’re more fond of?” Getting off of Roxanne, Vanny lifted heru p, carrying her along to a more spacious area within the building. It looked a lot like the pizzaplex, the lights flickering and tints of light slightly off, though all the lighting pointed to a star. “Here, for the star of the show. Throwing Roxanne there and watching her bounce, Vanny saw the wolf try to rise, rolling on her rounded body.

Roxanne struggled for a moment, trying to get onto all fours at least so she could at least center herself, only to hear a click as Vanny pressed a button. No sooner had it happened than Roxanne felt stiff, gasping from a jolt. Her mouth remained agape, tongue exposed leike a slide as her teeth became more huge and inflated.. Her gullet became like a tunnel as her body reconfigured, her arms and legs forming pillars while her bloated body expanded. Her sides and hind changed, exposing netting, a purple, mattress-like.

Roxanne could feel as the same fibers that made up her mane created the protective netting, all while Vanny strode near, taking time to run her hands over her muzzle before entering, teasing the sides of Roxanne’s mouth, appreciating the feeling and making the bouncy house wolf wiggle and wobble, her tail near the back wagging again before Vanny entered, touching the rubbery walls until she came to the bouncy, purple mattress, jumping up and down with all her force, bounding high in the air, giggling while Roxanne shook and shimmied, now back to her primary use.

Roxanne felt an odd sense of pleasure within her from it, the constant pressure and tension of air teasing and trying her while Vanny gleefully shouted.

“Woo, now this is how a bunny jumps! Guess my big wolf bouncyhouse is the best after all!”

Roxanne, who couldn’t move or respond, tried to take solace in being the best...even if it was in one specific way. Regardless, she was still Vanny’s to toy with, and the bunny would unveil plenty more games in time.