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5. Try to fight back!
Big Guy tried to calculate his next move. He wasn’t sure if he could escape, but he knew he couldn’t finish eating… No matter what he thought of, it all ended in failure. There was only one thing he could do now.
Acting quickly, Big Guy clenched his fist and threw it upward to punch Charlie in the face. He expected to make contact with the wolf’s jawline, but instead, he met with empty air as Charlie sidestepped. Big Guy wasn’t used to his weight, causing his momentum to launch him forward and into the pony wall ahead. He felt dazed.
“Trying to pick a fight? Well, I guess I can’t have violence in my restaurant, now can I?” Charlie asked. Big Guy could see Charlie walking over quickly, cracking his knuckles as he did. “Big Guy trying to play dirty? Then why not let ME play MEAN?”
Within that moment, Big Guy felt a pair of hands touch his belly. He froze, now unable to move. Much like the previous massages, this one felt wonderful… at first. Though Big Guy couldn’t react, he started to feel some of the movements were very odd. At one point, he swore he felt his belly stretch out farther than it should have as Charlie pinched at his skin. At another point, he swore his arm had been pushed into his torso and was sticking there indefinitely.
“I don’t think I’d even want your face anyway,” Charlie said, still rubbing Big Guy’s belly with one hand and snapping his finger with the other.
At that moment, Sarge remembered his name. He opened his mouth to blurt out “Oh, that’s what my name was!” but was cut short when Charlie shoved his hand into Sarge’s mouth.
“Gaaaah. Whaaaaa aaaawe yooooooooooo-” Charlie pinched the side of Sarge’s mouth and pulled it outward, causing it to stretch to an impossibly wide reach. Charlie then grabbed Sarge’s nose and pulled it upward. To Sarge’s horror, his nose kept its new shape, as if it were made of clay.
“Couches don’t talk,” Charlie said, now pinching Sarge’s lips together. Sarge wanted to open his mouth in protest, but he realized he didn’t have a mouth to protest with anymore. He tried to fight against Charlie, but any limb he used was just grabbed and stretched, contorted into a shape not meant to be human. It only took a few minutes before Sarge was unable to move any of his limbs. He couldn’t figure out why his hands felt like rounded cylinders, or why he now had four legs… but it’s not like he could ask, let alone do anything about it.
Sarge tried to move one more time, but none of his limbs obeyed him. The only thing he could remotely move was his belly, but it was so hefty he couldn’t flex his muscles at all! It didn’t help that Charlie was now pushing and pulling his belly, causing it to grow and expand until Sarge now felt his belly was directly underneath where his mouth used to be.
“There we are!” Charlie said, stepping back and clapping his hands together. “Now you’re more useful! People will certainly love sitting on the world’s fattest, comfiest couch! Hope your warranty doesn’t expire, cuz your upholstery is going to be worn down by the end of the year!”
Charlie left for a moment before coming back with a mirror. He placed it down in front of Sarge. Sarge wanted to scream in panic as he saw a couch staring back at him… but he couldn’t. Couches didn’t have mouths.
“Best part about this, Sarge, is… it’s not permanent… until I snap my fingers,” Charlie looked around the mirror at Sarge and held his hands up, ready to snap. “Do you prefer to be aware of what’s happening or not?”
The couch didn’t respond.
“Oh yeah, couches don’t talk… or move at all,” Charlie sighed, placing a hand under his chin. “Well, I dunno. No one will ever know you were a werewolf before. To them, you’re just a comfy couch.” Charlie lifted his fingers and snapped.
Sarge felt his entire body shiver, as if it were fighting some unknown force that was placed upon him. The shiver went from the top of his… backrest to the bottom of his… four feet. Once it hit the bottom, his eyes froze into place. He couldn’t move them anymore. He could still feel things, sure… but that didn’t mean much if he couldn’t respond or react to anything.
Charlie took the mirror away and came back to lay on the couch. “Well, that’s that then! I’ve got a new couch!”
The couch didn’t say anything. It was just a couch.
(OUTCOME 5: Inanimate TF - Couch)
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FIRST
Art/Story/Characters (C)
Juntarhenogu Me
Big Guy tried to calculate his next move. He wasn’t sure if he could escape, but he knew he couldn’t finish eating… No matter what he thought of, it all ended in failure. There was only one thing he could do now.
Acting quickly, Big Guy clenched his fist and threw it upward to punch Charlie in the face. He expected to make contact with the wolf’s jawline, but instead, he met with empty air as Charlie sidestepped. Big Guy wasn’t used to his weight, causing his momentum to launch him forward and into the pony wall ahead. He felt dazed.
“Trying to pick a fight? Well, I guess I can’t have violence in my restaurant, now can I?” Charlie asked. Big Guy could see Charlie walking over quickly, cracking his knuckles as he did. “Big Guy trying to play dirty? Then why not let ME play MEAN?”
Within that moment, Big Guy felt a pair of hands touch his belly. He froze, now unable to move. Much like the previous massages, this one felt wonderful… at first. Though Big Guy couldn’t react, he started to feel some of the movements were very odd. At one point, he swore he felt his belly stretch out farther than it should have as Charlie pinched at his skin. At another point, he swore his arm had been pushed into his torso and was sticking there indefinitely.
“I don’t think I’d even want your face anyway,” Charlie said, still rubbing Big Guy’s belly with one hand and snapping his finger with the other.
At that moment, Sarge remembered his name. He opened his mouth to blurt out “Oh, that’s what my name was!” but was cut short when Charlie shoved his hand into Sarge’s mouth.
“Gaaaah. Whaaaaa aaaawe yooooooooooo-” Charlie pinched the side of Sarge’s mouth and pulled it outward, causing it to stretch to an impossibly wide reach. Charlie then grabbed Sarge’s nose and pulled it upward. To Sarge’s horror, his nose kept its new shape, as if it were made of clay.
“Couches don’t talk,” Charlie said, now pinching Sarge’s lips together. Sarge wanted to open his mouth in protest, but he realized he didn’t have a mouth to protest with anymore. He tried to fight against Charlie, but any limb he used was just grabbed and stretched, contorted into a shape not meant to be human. It only took a few minutes before Sarge was unable to move any of his limbs. He couldn’t figure out why his hands felt like rounded cylinders, or why he now had four legs… but it’s not like he could ask, let alone do anything about it.
Sarge tried to move one more time, but none of his limbs obeyed him. The only thing he could remotely move was his belly, but it was so hefty he couldn’t flex his muscles at all! It didn’t help that Charlie was now pushing and pulling his belly, causing it to grow and expand until Sarge now felt his belly was directly underneath where his mouth used to be.
“There we are!” Charlie said, stepping back and clapping his hands together. “Now you’re more useful! People will certainly love sitting on the world’s fattest, comfiest couch! Hope your warranty doesn’t expire, cuz your upholstery is going to be worn down by the end of the year!”
Charlie left for a moment before coming back with a mirror. He placed it down in front of Sarge. Sarge wanted to scream in panic as he saw a couch staring back at him… but he couldn’t. Couches didn’t have mouths.
“Best part about this, Sarge, is… it’s not permanent… until I snap my fingers,” Charlie looked around the mirror at Sarge and held his hands up, ready to snap. “Do you prefer to be aware of what’s happening or not?”
The couch didn’t respond.
“Oh yeah, couches don’t talk… or move at all,” Charlie sighed, placing a hand under his chin. “Well, I dunno. No one will ever know you were a werewolf before. To them, you’re just a comfy couch.” Charlie lifted his fingers and snapped.
Sarge felt his entire body shiver, as if it were fighting some unknown force that was placed upon him. The shiver went from the top of his… backrest to the bottom of his… four feet. Once it hit the bottom, his eyes froze into place. He couldn’t move them anymore. He could still feel things, sure… but that didn’t mean much if he couldn’t respond or react to anything.
Charlie took the mirror away and came back to lay on the couch. “Well, that’s that then! I’ve got a new couch!”
The couch didn’t say anything. It was just a couch.
(OUTCOME 5: Inanimate TF - Couch)
Go back and try again?
FIRST
Art/Story/Characters (C)
Juntarhenogu Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
Size 1702 x 1388px
File Size 576.1 kB
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