The Zoophilian's Consolidated Rp Thread! {Now with a cleaner, Easier to read setup!}

To him it would of been like something out of a dream, Or maybe more like a nightmare, He could just vaguely remember the night before, Being wrapped in that Canine bondage that left him looking like a large breed canine, It had started with his hands, surrendering the ability to grab, touch, or feel anything with his fingers as they would be forced to bend, with each finger curling to press into the clawed paw of those canine feet. Learning all to quickly that a single misstep of his weight could end in a broken finger. His legs followed soon after, forced to walk on his tippy toes from that prone position, unable to stand upright, forced to moved and bend much like a real dog would, His legs he would be unable to stretch as he wished or bend them entirely with the heavy rubbery fabric of the suit putting pressure against the tender joints of his legs to force them to bend properly.

As the suit inched up, slowly hiding his humanity he remembered feeling his own sisters hand against his cock. As long as he didn't become excited the sheath would be a snug rubbery sheath for his cock just like a real dog, but the moment he became excited and his length grew the rubbery sheath would squeeze tight around the base of his length, That sheath which acted as a rubbery cock ring around the base of his cock. Which would wrapped in a red condom of sorts, to mimic the appearance of a Dogs cock, he wasn't allowed the release that would of made it all the better. His body ached from the way that furried dog suit made him bend and stretch.

It had all gone wrong on so many levels, He was to be a Dog, a surprise Xmas present to his little brother, Or rather, a stand in for the Real dog that was meant to come a few days later. Only once he was transformed he was discovered in the worst of ways, He was raised on his hind paws, Hands, Paws on his sisters shoulder as she put those final touches on that sheath, On his cock so it looked just right, Only to everyone else it looked like he was trying to hump the teenage girl which ended him here, In the Kennel branded a Deviant and a Dog with no one knowing the truth and his sister certainly wasn't going to open her mouth to save him.

The kennel was specialized in "difficult" dogs, most of the animals here were undisciplined and untamed, some dogs attacked their owner, other were too sexually aggressive. Many of them had a pedigree, the kennel was buying those dogs to breed them and sell their semen, both the owners and the buyers were happy. there was not a single problem, If one didn't mind looking past that the kennels were filled with wild and frustrated dogs, fighting for the lesser males. Which would be exactly where he found himself... In a way, He didn't remember to much after being caught with his sister, aside from a resounding pain in the back of his skull.

His current position left a lot to be desired as he started to stir, to wake completely. Only to realize he couldn't more, Not as much as he would of liked at least, His Jaws hurt, his mouth dry and it took him more than a few moments to realize why. His head tilted back with that muzzle parted, He could taste it, With that muzzle parted it forced his lips, his mouth to do the same, his eyes narrowed as his body jerked, gagging as he came to realize his position. His small 'delivery' cage for the kennel had a sizable knotted length jutting out from one of the walls and it was worked firmly into his muzzle, knot and all leaving his muzzle forced open, his jaw trembled as he squirmed only to finally feel it, heavy against his tongue would be that thick tapered tip, drooling with his only source of liquid to this point.

He tried to move, but was held firmly in place by something that made his hips quiver and him whine around that sizable knotted length. His heart racing as he realized his position, He was left standing in that small cage, practically held in place by two knotted toys, the second naturally would be pressed firmly under his raised tail with the knot resting just outside against his tail-hole. He could almost feel the cage vibrating ever so slightly around him as if humming to life as his body jerked struggling to carefully get free before lights around the kennel started to click on, and almost on cue he was gifted a almost inhuman amount of liquid, Thick and oily it washed against the back of his throat leaving him with little choice but to swallow, two, three, Four mouthfuls in all before he could stand no more, allowing the rest to drool down that muzzle and splatter to the floor, his eyes shut tight feeling an equal injection deep up his backside from that second knotted length, it wasn't for simple nourishment he would learn.

He was the new kid, being pumped full of pheromones to attract other males to break him in and teach him how to play the canine way. as the lights flickered alive around him he could finally see the details of the room. It was a large room with its walls lined with metal box like Dog houses, Bowls of kibble and at least twenty or so large breed dogs not counting those hidden away still in their Dog House's. The moment he was able to see around poorly lit Kennel and heard the doors slamming shut and could catch glimpses of humans roaming outside the fenced area paying no mind to what happened inside.

All the other beasts that were deemed to sexually aggressive for normal family's and a normal life and all to soon he was branded the same. His eyes were wide with the first lewd sight he was able to see, A medium sized Dalmatian being mounted and knotted with its own cock visible and drooling seed to the concrete floor below, His mouth opened, gaped slightly which caused the muzzle to gape open as well, His face hidden behind that muzzle, It replaced his own gentle features with those of a canine. The device that would allow him to control the muzzle, would be simple, A rubbery mold that had been worked into his mouth, other his teeth connected to the muzzle and making it unable to be removed without taking his teeth with it. It allowed him to open and close the muzzle by simply opening and closing his mouth, But the rubbery caps that covered his teeth prevented him from biting down, that muzzle could never close completely, nor would his mouth allowing him to drool almost constantly.

Like in any environment there were to few submissive and to many Alpha's. No more than a few moments later he could see another dog approaching the Dalmatian, With paws quick to find the Dalmatians shoulders as hips shuffled for position, And just as quickly the medium sized Dalmatians muzzle was filled with a drooling doggy cock. The Dalmatian already defeated, Didn't seem to fight or resist, Standing there taking punishment from both ends, He could only stare when the dalmatian was mounted from the front, To see another dogs thick red cock pressing into the dogs muzzle was amazing, So much so that he dared to leave the protection of the gate, Pressing forward with a gulp, his breathing already heavy and ragged from the way the bondage fit him, His own cock erect and still exposed causing him to whimper, Even thru the muzzle he could smell the sex, the scents of spilled seed everywhere. It didn't take long for him to see that dogs knot inflating, Tieing with the Dalmatians muzzle who seemed all to accepting of it all, Even as is entire body was jerked along when the canine turned around, He watched the other canines, Cautious of their approach but his attention drawn back to the lewd seen before him, of the Dalmatian, Still larger than himself was turned into a Bitch.

It filled him with panic, his heart already racing, his insides burning, stomach churned with that pheromone mixture, yet on some level it made him want, Want to try it, Want to feel what it was like, And within moments he would have his chance as his cage would start to be raised around him almost cruelly pulling those knotted toys away leaving him to stumble and gasp for air as the noise he made, and the sight of the cage being removed had already attracted attention.

The suiting up process had to this point taken hours, Hours outside of that small farm house on the porch, In the beginning it was done in the cool shade but as more and more of the suit came around her, as she was slowly transformed into something no longer human, It meant more time down in the sun. It was a brisk 90 degrees out which meant it would be well over one hundred inside that heavy latex and real horse hair bondage. She had barely arrived at her friends house before she was literally herded outside and Striped of her clothing, forced to stay in a single position with her legs stretched bent over ever so slightly at the hip and told not to move.

Scolded and even spanked if she dared to move as her nude form would be rubbed down from head to toe in scented pheromone laced oils, Not for anything sexual but to complete the illusion, To give her the proper smell, the scent. It all left her to blush, To Squirm and even moan in response, The pheromones burned her eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from her shoulder length ginger colored hair.

Slowly she was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over her legs, Her toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for her to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to her bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly her form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing her to stand upright or stretch her legs in certain ways, Soon her stomach vanished, back.. Chest, Her arms worked into the front limbs with his hands forced to curl, Pressing firm against the second joint or Knee of the Hooven legs allowing it to bend properly and making her closer to the right size.

If anything the woman piecing together that heavy bondage would be a perfectionist when it came to these creations, By the end not a single seam would be visible, She could of sworn they were made of real horse hide, but that would be another story.. The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over her features, Allowing her to stare almost cross eyed thru the openings for eyes. Staring down the length of that muzzle which would measure several inches, Rounded bulbous, Before she could ask any questions she was greeted to a hand being worked into her mouth, Drenched in those oils coating her tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.

That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into her mouth While it looked horribly cruel, Like the woman was fishing for something out of the horses throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into her mouth, Against her lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over her teeth, A device that would bind to her teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing her mouth to close entirely, yet allow her limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of her mouth forcing her to drool and gag, Choking even. In the end she looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Her hearing muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at her, Her body ached with every movement she made. All the while the woman seemed content with taunting the young girl, About having her fitted with some blinders, a bit and maybe even a Saddle before the day was done! But it would all be in good cheer.. right? Still the thought alone made her heart race.

The woman loved her side work, Crafting those deviant animal suits and even more encasing the girls of various ages inside fo whatever reasons, She couldn't help but to pause, Remembering still the first girl she forced into one of those animal suits. The poor woman thought er husband was sleeping around on her. She couldn't help but to grin casting her gaze out towards one of the fields where at this moment she could see the turned speckled grey mare, being rutted by a much larger horse. She could only imagine how the woman's stomach bloated every day with seed.

With a soft sigh her attention turned back to the young girl transformed into the Donkey, It was almost time, Time for the party where she would be the star, The star of a very lewd game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Inside that Donkey suit her body ached from being in such a bent over position, Even while having those long forelegs for support of her arms it still made her arms, legs and back burn and ache from being in position for so long, She was only told this was for the party, She was to be the star, A present for her friend, The older woman's son but would be left clueless about anything else to come in the long night ahead.

It was an animal lovers dream job, To be around animals all day long and tend to their needs, The only catch? It was their Sexual needs that needed the tending to. But it was more to the point at the large racetrack, The girls all young, Teens that would do anything for money and with the right proposal it was an easy enough trap to get them into that bondage. The goal was simple, Use the girls skills to alter the horses performances when it came to race time, Using the girls to exhaust the stallion with the best odds of winning to turn a profit. But today there had been a slight change in the lineup, The young girl normally in that Mule bondage would of taken the day off to spend reward for handling such a length like a true Harlot, The one to take her place? Her younger brother, It was easy enough to sneak him into the building and even back where she was to be suited up, Only this time she dismissed the burly man that normally took the time to oil her up and help her in the bondage, This time He would be taking her place, Again and again she told him "Its only alittle oral, you swallow alittle and get a hand full of cash" That bondage designed by master craftsmen to have all the realism of a real live animal, Right down to that puffy anal entrance hiding that real perfectly pink little entrance, His hands extended down into the Sleeves of that bondage, Knuckles pressed flat against the inside of those Hooves, Walking wouldnt be fun but they wernt paying him to walk, His legs stretched forced to stretch down those hindquarters till her heels, little toes would be almost crushed into those shapely hindquarters, Given only an hours training at beast with a man poking his repeatedly with a Cattle prod till he learned to move proper,, By this point more for fun than real training. His head tilted back just to look forward, Not a comfortable position for him, Conned into the job by his slightly older sister who wanted a reason to shut him up and earn alittle extra cash at his expense, A finders fee of course. She wouldnt be able to talk for days after her throat would be stretched out, It was the perfect tool for a peaceful summer she hoped as he would be inside that bondage. Eventually she would lead, Leaving him along in that large Stall alone, Squirming until hearing the subtle clicks of the nearby paddock, It would be time for work with so little time before the Race was to begin. His lilith form inside the bondage would be dripping with sweat, Soft milky hued flesh, Thighs parted, Quivering as that rubbery bondage rubbed him in all the right ways with every forced step he took leading eventually to that stable where all the soon to be champions would be kept.

Horse racing was a dirty business, but luckily there was always a steady stream of money to pay for services rendered. it was on this day that the Track was going to try an rig one of the biggest races of the year, the stadium would be packed and the money would be flowing in. Most people played the best odds, but the horse that was going to win on this day, wouldn't even be bet upon. the top five horse had already been in the process of being milked, and exhausted for hours. it was the job of this somewhat in experienced mare to exhaust the ith best horse in the Heat for this day. Though it wasn't the best horse, it was the one with the best lineage and the one with the most career wins, he had nearly been sent to a stud farm, and if he didn't win on this day he would be. The trainer who had taken a hefty bribe would lead the chestnut colored stallion into the stall just after the young mare had arrived. Then for good measure the trainer would spray a musk on the mares behind, making her smell as if she is in the peak of heat. Then taking the reigns off the trainer would leave the mighty stallion with the Mare locking the stall door behind himself, leaving the horses alone. The scent, that musk would make the stallion neigh and stomp at the stable floor, it's equine lenght already beginning to unsheath. Approaching behind the mare the horse would press it's elongated face against the mares backside getting a stronger scent of the pheromones the trainer had placed on her hindquarters. Then rising up slightly the Steed would place it's front legs on both sides of the mare, his slightly more than a ton body weight forcing the mares front half downward and her hindquarters upward to the perfect mounting position. The stallions equine length stood at full mast, as the steed began to try and force, it's larger than an adult males fist, Crown inside of the tight puffy anal entrance of the very unsuspecting and very Virgin, mare.

She was a shapely woman, With soft milky colored flesh, Full rounded breast that seemed to bounce and sway with a will of their own when ever she took in a breath or made even the subtlest of movements. Her nipples painfully erect as she smiled, Speaking with a slightly ragged voice to the camera, Panting softly as her nude form would glisten with soft sweaty sheen. She spoke in a soft voice with the kind of accent that made people look twice at her milky flesh and those sandy blonde locks. To those watching no doubt live with all the fun bits being blurred they could see her in that large factory giving a teasing pose of even two before she was helped into that Plush Bondage. They first helped her down to her hands and knee's then started with her legs first, Bending them painfully, Forced this way and that before finally using Duct tape, Around again and again around her mid thigh till her legs would be forced to remained bent, With the heels of her feet pressing firm against the plump swell of her raised backside. It took moments before her arms would suffer the same fate, Being bent and twisted till her palms rested firm against her shoulders and duct taped in place, The men around her chuckling, Heard muttering that they were used to younger.. smaller 'toys'. The position left her back arched shamelessly with her beast breast left to sway, Erect nipples even brushing against the ground from time to time. But from there it would be downhill, At least for her as she spoke, panting still asking questions and talking to the camera all the same as that heavy carpeted plush would be pulled up around her, Swallowing those curves, But hit would show off her womanly curves still as it lacked the most important part, The Stuffing! Her head would be forced at a downward angle, Forced into the rounded head of the plush, Her hair wadded, knotted up and worked into the ears, She could barely see past those large plastic Lense's that made up the eyes, The muzzle of that large plushy bear open ever so slightly allowing her to breath. The transformation was all but complete and once they thought she was finished it was merely the trouble of carrying her to the assembly line. Where she would squirm, struggling to ignore the wandering hands against her body as she was set in place. She could see a long line of workers ahead of her. It was the Assembly line where the large bears were put together, Stuffed and filled. It was meant to be a simple innocent story for the kids to learn where their toys came from, Yet somehow it took a twisted turn when one of the people she was interviewing mentioned those Special Plush suits that a person could fit inside of, She was interested and simply Had to know what it was like, To show first hand what the Stuffed animal went thru. They easily talked her into it, just as they easily talked her out of her clothes and onto that large Conveyer belt. With a small Mic in place she could talk to the camera, Talk thru the process of what a Teddybear went thru. Blushing even as she asked the men around her, Directing them to the camera.. What was the first Steps the special Bears went thru? Noting down the line the heavy tubes for injecting the Stuffing, or the beans for weight on things like bean bags and other fun things. In the end she could only make an slightly amusing joke about hoping they forget the Hot glue..

Getting suited up for the party had been half the fun, Up in the upper level of the small two story house, Tucked away in the attic as that heavy latex and fur mesh was inched over her body, Her fingers curled under, into her palm allowing her hands to press into those pawed feet, curled digits to press into those clawed fingers of the paw, It felt as if her fingers would break with a single miss use of her weight, Her back arched, Thighs quivering as that bondage was worked up over her nude form. Keeping her ample breast squeezed tight against her chest. Her Toes filled out the hind paws forcing her to walk on her tippy toes. The latex would be sealed around her, Encasing her in that Canine form. She couldn't help but to Whimper in a way, Knowing that there would be no way she could remove it on her own. Yet still she would have no clue just how permanent the bondage would be.

Deep green eyes stared up at her friend, Watching intently as the girl came to kneel in front of her. Making sure that mask, The muzzle would fit, To disguise all of those human features replacing them with Canine ones. It was time for that final piece, The device that would allow her to control the muzzle, She stared almost cross eyed, Staring down the length of that pointed muzzle. Slowly the muzzle stretched wide, Her friends hand pressing inside, Forcing her mouth to its limits till she felt her jaw creaking, The girls entire fist in her mouth, Working that Rubbery mold to fit firmly over her teeth, It would Bind into place from the moment she bit down into it. The Rubbery caps that fit over her teeth, Practically Glued in place would prevent her from closing her mouth, Causing her to drool constantly, The Muzzle able to open and close ever so slightly as she moved her mouth. The bondage would be complete.

That latex would squeak slightly with every movement she made, Pinching, Tweaking her nipples with every breath she took, Drool constantly splattering to the floor below, Between those quivering thighs she could feel her friends hand, Working over that last bit of the bondage, Her own heavy orbs fitted neatly into those of that Male canine bondage, Her length filled out that rubbery sheath, And should she get excited? Her length would stretch the latex pressing thru the opening of that rubbery sheath which would act much like a Cock ring at the base of her length, Forcing it to remain erect, Painfully so until she found that release.

As if just to test this theory out. Even after it was far to late to back out, She felt that rubbery tail being raised, With her friend settling in behind her, Able to feel that heated breath and finally tongue working over that pert little anal entrance. She felt hands coming to hold her hips, Fingers raking thru the fur that now wrapped her shapely hips, Lightly tugging, Squeezing as that tongue probed in and out into that pert little tail hole, Which would be the The only flesh visible remaining on her form, Hidden under that tail that perfect pink little entrance. Her moans heard thru the small attic muffled ever so slightly from that muzzle, She was forced to stand there, For nearly thirty full minutes being teased and probed by her friends tongue and fingers till her length pressed thru the Sheath, Standing painfully erect slapping against her now furried bellie, Fur becoming tangled around it as she squirmed, Helpless to relieve the stress, Humping helplessly at the air as with a giggle her friend would back away.

It was time, Time to go to out into the world, She was left to hot and bothered to think straight, Relishing in the rush of being so.. exposed as she was lead carefully down flight after flight of stairs, From the safe confines of the house and finally into the streets, Blushing at the attention even the petting from neighbors that hadn't realized it was her. The shapely young girl next door, Transformed into a Canine on the prowl. In a way she would be just that, On the Prowl, Seeking something... Some one to raise her tail, Or even Mount in turn.

It was new years, A Time for new beginnings, A New Life. Walking down on those heavy paws, Back arched and prone, Her hips almost swaying with every movement she made. Her mind still reeling, Daydreaming as she walked about that near hour long process of being suited up, About her friends probing tongue and sweet promises of mountings to come.

No sooner than she arrived at the party at the center of the small park she was welcomed to any number of drinks being offered to her, More than once she remembered a bottle being outright inserted into that muzzle, The pungent beer, Flooding into her mouth with little choice but to swallow and be left gasping using her tongue to plug the mouth of the bottle before it was pulled away.

Before she could enjoy the new found freedom of being a Canine, The night was quickly becoming a blur, She would have her fill, She could remember that more than a few times would had been ushered off into a dark little corner of the park, With her tail raised, With a string of muffled Howls escaping that muzzle as one guy or another fed his length up her backside only to finish, And Wipe their cummy length against her furried backside, Leaving her with a filled tummy and a growing need for her own release.

Before she realized it the night was done, Her adventure's as a Dog over all to quickly, Or so she thought, Waking with a groan in the middle of that park just in time to see a man in a uniform Tightening that Catch pole, That long stick with the noose at its end, Before she had time to sit up, Before she could remember her position, What she looked like she felt that Noose tighten and the man tell her again and again "its going to be all right... Calm down "boy" With that last word her heart raced, It all seemed to come to a stop, It would be something out of a nightmare, Or some twisted dream, Yer she knew it was her own fault, Comming to a party all tussed up as an Dog, A Male dog, With that furried Sheath hiding her still aching length.

She couldn't say no, She couldn't resist or explain what had happened as she was pulled, Jerked along right up until she was forced into that back of that Truck. Realizing all to late that it was the Dog Catcher that dragged her along and forced her in the truck. She would be well on her way to a Kennel, Her mind raced.. What would happen to her? Surely the Vet or what ever examined her would realize she was a human and not some Dog, There would be no way she could say she was a human, No way she could vocalize outside or whimpered groans, Whimpers and the occasional moan as she Sat in the back of that enclosed truck.
{Work in progress! Plan on adding more, General idea is for lots of beast encounters, With her being on the receiving end, Looking for her to turn the tables, Mounting once or twice, No limits as always, Looking for creative minds and outside the box thinking.}

It was that time of year again when the Drama club got together to put on a twisted show for the entire town to see, The show took many students from the drama club and school, Having them pose as animals, Using heavy latex suits that transformed them into animals right down to the furry little sheaths to hide their naughty bits. This year all had gone without a hitch, At least before one of them was mounted, Center stage even in front of the entire town. The show came to a glorious end with the Boy in that heavy bondage, That Latex suit that mimicked a small Pony.

He was forced to try and fight off the advances of that large dominating Donkey. It was easy to say he lost, With its length easily a foot and a half long, Being thrust, beaten against that rubbery muzzle before gaining entry, Thick flared tip worked like a battering ram against his mouth, against the back of his throat as the crowd watched on in an Daze. Staring as they could see a stream of heated liquids drooling from the boys Equine muzzle as he was forced into guzzling nearly a Gallon of Piss and Cum from a very real and very aggressive Donkey that joined them on stage.

Everyone had a laugh save for the boys parents and the boy himself who felt his stomach ache, burning with that lewd mixture, He couldn't help but to gag, coughing up a heated mouthful of the Donkeys Seed, He was forced to leave the stage still in bondage, In that lifelike Pony costume and no one would have seen since. That would of been nearly a full week ago, And still he couldn't get the taste of that dirty, unwashed cock Donkey cock from his mouth and throat, His stomach still ached, Sloshed still with the lewd fluids offered by the Donkey. Not that he would be in much better shape after running away still in that bondage, Into the woods away from town, Wandering for days on end, Only to end up so far from town, So turned around he couldn't of found his way back if he wanted to, His only saving grace? That heavy latex and fur suited bondage saved him from the winters chilling bite, Even if it did have a knack for attracting Wild horse's and other mountain creatures, Drawn by those lewd scents of sex that still dripped and drooled from his muzzle.

His mind raced with thoughts of how his nightmare would end. Would it be worse to be hunted, Poached like some wild animal? Or find himself Returned to town and unmasked for all to know just who was able to swallow such a length with apparent ease? Or would some other twisted fate find him in the Woods, So far from the village he called home. He could of only hear muffled sounds of the world around him making things all the more frightening, And making it all the harder to find civilization again. Save for that hunting camp he almost walked right into the middle of, Thankfully he realized what he was walking and had pause before entering. He trudged thru the forest noisily, Tired, Heavy were those hooven feet he was forced into wearing, Cummy drool still dripped from that stretched, Gaped little muzzle, The Donkeys cock destroyed his throat with its unusually thick Flared tip, He couldn't swallow right, Certainly not cry out or even Talk if he wanted to.

It was that time of year again when the Drama club got together to put on a twisted show for the entire town to see, The school simply didn't have the funds to rent a full stock of real animal's which meant things had to go in a different direction. Which meant that the school would have to enlist its students to fill many of the animal roles. It was the prime function of the Drama club. Having the students, Both male and female pose as animals, Using heavy latex suits that transformed them into animals right down to the furry little sheaths to hide their naughty bits. Sure they would end up losing a student or two which would get mixxed in with the real animals and be shipped off to some farm or kennel but the reward for the school outweighed the risk of a few of the student body.

He had spent the better part of the day helping his classmates get suited up, The pheromones burned his eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from his nearly shoulder length ginger colored hair. He had his eyes set on pulling aside one of his classmates in the back room and having his way with them while they were helpless to say no, But his plans were cut short when one of the animal handlers calls him aside, His heart raced, knowing what was coming. One of the older students meant to fill out the Donkey suit had ended up in the back room having his way with a shapely bitch he thought was one of the classmates! Only to inturn be mounted by the almost feral wolf in return for being violated, At this moment the boy was in the back, knotted, trying not to be mauled.

Which left him the responsibility of being one of the larger creatures on display with the risk of being paired with a creature of equal size. Slowly he was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over his legs, With toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for him to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to his bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly his form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing him to stand upright or stretch his legs in certain ways, Soon he felt a cold wet hand slapping wetly between his parted thighs, stroking his cock till it dripped and drooled, Painfully erect and dripping with an oily pheromone mixture. His erect length worked into the rubbery sheath of the bondage, where it would be squeezed and almost milked by the now dripping latex. The opening at the tip of the leathery sheath dripped with that pheromone mixture almost as if a calling card sent out long before he was ever seen, But the entire building smelled of Sex, Ripe with pheromones but no human nose could of told the difference, But he certainly would by experience alone.

Soon his stomach vanished, back, chest, Arms to soon worked into the front limbs with his hands forced to curl, Pressing firm against the second joint or Knee of the Hooven legs allowing it to bend properly and making him closer to the right size. By the end not a single seam would be visible, The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over his features, Allowing him to stare almost cross eyed thru the openings for eyes. Staring down the length of that muzzle which would measure several inches, Rounded bulbous, Before he could ask any questions he was greeted to that same hand, dripping with pheromones that had worked over his cock, Slowly being worked into his mouth, Drenched in those oils coating his tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste.

He would stare, watching with wide eyes when that hand pressed into that rounded equine muzzle that jutted out from his face, And slowly started to sink in, inch by inch till it was stretched wide, squeezing the arm visibly. That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into his mouth, While to anyone looking on it looked horribly cruel, Like the person was fishing for something out of the Donkey's throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into his mouth making him gag able to feel those knuckles firm against his lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over his teeth, A device that would bind to his teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing his mouth to close entirely, yet allow limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of his mouth forcing him to drool and gag, Choking even as that oily pheromone mixture dripped down his throat. In the end he looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Only able to hear muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at him, His body ached with every movement he made.

For her the day had started off so wonderfully, A Family camping trip, Her favorite event of the year, Naught more than 16 years old, Standing at a meek 5'3, Pushing 100lbs if she were lucky! With ample breast little more than palmtops, She shivered as she carefully walked along those rocks, Having been bumped out of the small rubbery raft hours ago and washed down stream, She was bruised and scraped, Beaten and tired. With the weather turning for the worse she cursed herself, Shivering breaths followed allowing soft puffs of steam to escape as those once cherry stained tiers would now be a faint pink.

Her features pale with those short dirty blonde locks clinging to her shoulders, She dint intend on entering the cave, Not until she felt the gentle warming breeze from inside, Anything to escape the cold! IT took little convincing to stripe out of that simple printed knee length dress, Laying it flat against one smooth rock, Her panty's on another, A light blush lingered as she shivered, An hushed whimper escaped as she moved into the cave, bare feet lightly crushing against the sandy floor below, She dared not call out into the cave, Scared that something might actual respond.

A slow shake of her head, a nervous giggle followed, nothing was inside, it was to quiet, Right? She reassured herself again and again running her fingers along the wall as the total darkness of the cave soon swallowed her it seemed to down on at that slightly downward angle for what seemed an eternity! Slowly it grew smaller and smaller, yet humid, Hot, Those chills would soon turn to a light sweat as the narrowing path slowly forced the petite girl down, Onto her hands and knee's to go deeper inside, The girl half expecting to find some hidden hot-spring or a house underground with welcoming arms and dry clothes.

One with more sense, Or at least a few more years would of stopped the moment that path narrowed and rested till the chill wore off from those fingers and toes, Yet she continued, Till her knee's were bruised and her palms hurt, Patches of that soft slippery moss felt good, relaxing against those bruised digits, As she crawled deeper in she found the very air humid, sticky, Yet the chill still clung to her body, nearly 20 minutes in the freezing water threatened to steal every last breath she had, If it wasn't for that one drop off, The current took her to fast and she had ended up face first on the shore, And now in her current position, With one hand raised, Feeling along the roof as it arched, Allowing her more wiggle room, She smiled, Grinning inwardly as she thought to herself about all those story's she heard on the news, Those chumps that died in the wild and couldn't find shelter, Yet she outsmarted them! Even if it had been simple dumb luck it certainly wouldn't bring her mood down.

Her ever movement slow, deliberate as she crawl ever deeper her every breath no longer that shiver but slow deep breaths as if to savor the heated air that poured into her with every breath, It would be only a moment before she felt the heavy fur of the bear with a misplaced hand, Her fingers curled in it, gripping it as she almost Cooed, It didn't move... growl.. Or bite, Yet. It had to be safe! Famous last words as she inched closer to that furred mass of hair, Content that it was something warm to snuggle up against, Having no idea she was snuggling up next to a monstrous Bear with those gentle features oh so very close to those powerful furred thigh's with her every breath a tease.

She certainly wasn't the first one that his friend had helped Dispose of, Why right now there were at least half a dozen shapely young woman living as animals! Well perhaps not so much living, The human body not made for such breeding, Others would meet a creative end at a Taxidermist or some other cruel end, But for the moment he focus was on this one, This shapely woman he for some reason no longer cared for.

He tried to spice things up, Bringing home specially trained Dogs that came to the Vets office, Ending up with the poor woman Screaming at him as it mounted her from behind while she straddled his waist, Raped and knotted by the Dog while he wouldn't stop! Thrusting into her till the dog finally let her free. She barely let him touch her which would be a shame, With her long fiery red locks of hair comming down to the small of her back, Full rounded breast that would bounce and sway with even the smallest movement. Smooth little tummy and supple hips with that pert valentine shaped rum.

She would only whimper, Jumping slightly as she felt that pin prick, That needle poking into her flesh and soon it would take its effect, She wouldn't be able to move, The dose strong enough that even her breathing would be Shallow! To much? Well.. It kept her silent for the time being, And made things easier, Soon her clothing and sheets would be stripped away as they handled her as if she were a simple commodity, Or toy instead of a human.

First came those heavy paws, Her hand curled into a fist almost, With her fingers tucked under, Forced into those small 'fingers' on those paws, Threatening to be broken with the single misplacement of her weight, Slowly the heavy latex and fur inched upwards, Wrapping around those shapely thighs and over her breast, Crushed against her chest those human features slowly vanishing.

Her feet suffered much the same as her hands, Forced to walk on her tippy toes. Sleek Soft grey Wolfen fur covered her form, Smooth and soft to the touch. Then lastly would be that muzzle! Pulled over her human features, She couldn't speak if she wanted to, inside that muzzle pressed into her mouth would be thick rubbery caps fitting over her teeth, Using a Cement like Binding instead of that rubbery gel meant to last only a few hours. It would bind to her teeth from the moment she bit down into them, Connected to that muzzle allowing it to open and close when her mouth did, Yet all the same forcing her mouth to remain gaped, Drooling, It would not be reversible, The woman's transformation Permanent.

Her lips already dried and cracked, stretched lewdly behind that muzzle which would be slimy, as small dribbles of her saliva, drool would drip to the bed below. It all came down to what they did with her, Release her into the wild as some Shapely Wolf Bitch? Or even a Hunters club where she would be Poached! Or leave her Drugged and dropped off at a Taxidermist to be Stuffed and mounted in ways she never dreamed.

Okay boyos here's an lovely new idea of mine, It involves aliens and eggs with slight chance of pregnancy and tentacles and mutants and other strange, cool spacey wacey stuff! Our heroine yet to be named Vixen is a explorer or maybe a trapper of some kind, Sets off across the galaxy garbed in her always sexy high tech rubbery latex body suit that had a curvy animal form (Like my hooves an harlots) It doesn't hide her curves, just shows them off while granting a somewhat animal form, I figure it changes per her environment so she isn't really ever a "Prey vs predator" Situation, Ideally. ^^

Need more information? I thought so!
This storyline isn't mapped out like my others, She has an entire universe of creatures and aliens to encounter, perils to escape (or not) depending on the partner that joins in. It could easily be a wondrous one shot with a bad end, Or some long epic adventure that involves our heroine getting into more and more odd situations. I mean imagine if she lands on a planet, the Suits AI shifts her into the form of a prominent food source on the planet! Then suddenly she not only has to worry about other species of animal trying to possibly mate with her, But also the humanoid populace trying to hunt her for a quick meal.

I know.. Why doesn't she just change the form of the suit or take it off entirely?
She cant! The suit was originally designed as a sexual bondage by advanced Aliens that enjoyed, for lack of a better term. Pet play, Turning lesser species into animals for use and sport. There's no way as the wearer she could change the suit without visiting her Ship to override the AI and remove it entirely.

What kind of animal or alien forms can she have?
Anything you can imagine! I mean, It cant shift her shapely 5'3 form into the form of a earth mouse. But thru advanced compression tech (Think super metroid morph ball stuff) , The form has to be roughly within range of her natural human form, Meaning she could become in earth critters anywhere from say.. A smaller form such as a Pig form upwards to the formidable size of a ah... Clydesdale, Buck ect. Of course the forms she will take will be of Alien animals, This is just a size reference.

So how CAN it be removed outside of the ship?
Well its still a suit, Space age material but its still rubbery! It can be melted. Heated to a certain point when the kinetic bond is broken and it simply melts away. It can be cut, torn and so fourth but would take something more than a simple knife, Remember it has an AI and can protect its self via thickening, hardening ect.

You said possibility of being knocked up... How is that possible!?
Well As i said, the suit was originally designed as a sexual deceive for Alien humanoids interested in pet-play, So iam sure it would have some kinda genetic tinkering once it adapted to her body type. After all it has to manufacture pheromones and other scents so i dont see why it couldnt make her able to get knocked up. One possible outcome? Well.. Imagine her surprise say surviving for a week or two on a planet, Returning to her ship resetting the suit to move on to the next world, taking it off only to find her bellie horribly distended and swollen knocked up by some species of creature thats double if not triple her size! (Oh the humanity!)

But you only talk about monsters and animals, What about the humanoid loves!
Of course she would have humanoid encounters. She could very well become a plaything for a perverted Alien humanoid while in one animal like form and of course there could be all sorts of fun between missions as she travels from one rock to another showing off the results of her adventures.

So.. What about the eye candy!
Sure ill include a little! Click below!

One example of a suit based TF for our lass

One possible Alien encounter / Form

Proper way to grow a Alien plant

One example of.. "The Tank!" (For 'equipping' the suit!)
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It was his turn to feed the schools mascot, Which was how it escaped, He had been far to busy ogling the cheerleaders to realize he left the cage open, And when he turned around? It was gone! He was sure it would return, Or would be found within a day or two, but with the big game the next day he had little choice, He went almost in tears to his friends explaining what happend, And this was the best they could concoct. That he would take the creatures place, after all it wasnt like people payed THAT much attention to the mascot outside of cramming some food down its muzzle, And that had been nearly 24 hours ago, It felt like another life, He spent a long painfull evening in the animals enclosure all suited up in that heavy mesh of latex and fur.

His fingers curled under, into her palm allowing his hands to press into those pawed feet, curled digits to press into those clawed fingers of the paw, It felt as if his fingers would break with a single miss use of his weight, With his back arched, Thighs quivering as that bondage was worked up over his trembling nude form. His Toes filled out the hind paws forcing him to walk on her tippy toes. The latex would be sealed around him, Encasing him in that Canine form. He couldn't help but to Whimper in a way, Knowing that there would be no way he could remove it on her own. Yet still he would have no clue just how permanent the bondage would be.

Deep green eyes stared up at the girl, Watching intently as the girl came to kneel in front of him. Making sure that mask, The muzzle would fit, To disguise all of those human features replacing them with Canine ones. It was time for that final piece, The device that would allow him to control the muzzle, He stared almost cross eyed, Staring down the length of that pointed muzzle. Slowly the muzzle stretched wide, He felt the girls hand pressing inside, Forcing his mouth to its limits till he felt his jaw creaking, The girls entire fist in his mouth, Working that Rubbery mold to fit firmly over his teeth, It would Bind into place from the moment he bit down into it. The Rubbery caps that fit over his teeth, Practically Glued in place would prevent him from closing his mouth, Causing him to drool constantly, The Muzzle able to open and close ever so slightly as he moved his mouth. The bondage would be complete.

As if to only make him squirm he would feel her hand, working over that last bit of the bondage, He could feel her hand, The same that had been in his mouth, dripping with saliva working into that latex Sheath, Working his own heavy orbs to fit neatly into those of that Male canine bondage where they would be squeezed naturally by the latex, His length filled out that rubbery sheath, His length would quickly stretch the latex pressing thru the opening of that rubbery sheath which would act much like a Cock ring at the base of her cock, Forcing it to remain erect, Painfully so until she found that release, But she wouldn't see that pink human length instead his cock wrapped in a glistening Red Condom of sorts, Attached to that bondage it would match the angry crimson color of a Dogs cock in every way, There would be no telling him apart from a Real dog even if one were to see his length, He only lacked a knot proper...

(Male or female version available! What would be his/her fate? No limits at all! Ideas include.. Being used in some perverted show, Other students or even teachers? Kidnapped and used by a rival schools very large mascot? )

It had taken months for her to build up the courage to approach that not so little corner store candy store with her oh so indecent proposal, Her crush lasting for years and finally on a whim, She had even skipped three full days of school before finally Heading in the night before, Sitting up for hours on her hands and knee's, Stripped of all her clothing, As they went to work basting her with that chocolate one step shy of bubbling as they liberally poured it on her back, Letting it drip down along her spine dripping between those shapely little half-moons., Drooling over her cunny lips and down her thighs. Poured over her head letting it soak in till she smelled like a tasty treat.

It took hours, They started with hard bristled brushes, Painting her entire body with that near molten chocolate, Followed by Slow basting, Thick coatings of chocolate being rubbed over her every inch of soft caramel hued flesh till it cooled eventually forming soft, warmed layers against her flesh, IT took hours before realized she couldn't move if she even wanted to, Down on her hands and knee's slowly transformed into a life sized chocolate treat, With the only flesh visible being that of her eyes, Wide with panic as they told her again and again to hush, before she could feel something probing against that pert little tailhole, Being pressed against her flesh harder and harder before pressing in, A crude bakers funnel with a Thick base easily a wrists girth thick.

Yet that wouldn't be the worst part of it all, Long minutes later, She tried to wiggle her hips against it before she felt that heated White milk chocolate mixture being pumped up her backside till her stomach swelled ever so slightly, Straining against the now dry, Hard chocolate that left her encased. No sooner than that sizable Funnel was pulled from her quivering tailhole would she feel the next insult to her new injury, A Knotted Tailplug, Made entirely of some hard glazed candy would be twisted and turned before it settled in place. Inside those chocolate covered features would be a large Jawbreaker even, Just large enough to keep her mouth gaped, Just large enough that it made her gag, Her lips stretched to their limits, letting her taste the peppermint and Chocolate, Yet small enough that it could of been swallowed adding just a hint of panic, Remembering a certain jawbeaker stunt wrong in a movie. A living treat soon to be Hefted into a cooled refrigerated truck to be finally delivered, All the while Her stomach churned with that all to sweet lubricant of bubbling hot white Chocolate.

For her it had started nearly two days ago in that small hotel room with her son, When she had allowed herself to be striped nude and let him coat her form from head to toe in scented oils till she squirmed and fought to hold back a string of whorish moans at the hands of her all to Clueless son. The process was exciting, painful and almost to enjoyable for the both of them. But by the end of the evening their goal had been accomplished leading up to her current position, It wouldn't be on her hands and knee's but prone, Walking on her hands and feet. That skin tight, Shockingly bright blue latex bondage would be nearly an inch thick and designed to force her down in that position, unable to stand or walk upright. The suit had to be worked up over those long legs and her shapely thighs, Pulled tight till her plump neitherlips could be seen straining against the thin fabric, Lining up perfectly with the rubbery folds of that bondage.

It forced her to walk on her tippy toes, Which would fill out the Pawed feet. It was inched up, pulled around her hips and along her smooth little tummy, squeezing painfully tight around her breasts, The latex stretched thin, So much that the blue tint would fade ever so slightly showing off her nipples, deep fleshy towers managing to poke thru the latex, being pinched and squeezed with every movement she would make. Next came her arms, pressed down into those sheathed Forelegs with her hands pressing into the paws, her fingers forced to bend, tucking under to fill out the 'fingers' of the paws threatening to crush them with a single misstep.

It would be seemless, with a long plush tail that worked well to hide that small quarter sized opening around that perfect pink little anal entrance, And those deep blue rubbery folds, It would of been the only flesh visible on the shapely Pokemilf, But the bondage not complete without that pointed Canine muzzle, Sleek, rubbery and very canine like it would wrap around her head, hiding her hair and crushing any human features, The muzzle opened slightly, Having rubbery caps that pressed into her mouth, binding to her teeth allowing her to control the muzzle, opening and closing it as with her own mouth, which would be forced to remain Gaped, Till she drooled almost steadily.

Yet she wasn't shy, Sure her back hurt, her arms and legs burned from having to move in a such a way yet she never resisted, Even as her still Clueless son lead her by a leash, Oblivious to why his mum was getting such leering stairs and why so many adults wanted to Stop and 'pet' her, There would be countless others in a variety of costumes , Yet hers the only one that stretched the details in such a lewd way.

( Shapely vaporeon suited milf in a rubbery canine bondage that forces her to move very much like a Canine while showing off those curves, ready to corrupt the younger minds of the local convention, Helpless and unable to say no, Would she be molested by a large group of young boys? Ushered off into a rest room by an older crowd? Or probed and poked at innocently in front of a clueless crowd?)

Back when i was first working around my story The Countess (High fantasy version) I toyed with a particular story, It was set in the Renaissance time, Where culture was the forefront of importance, and Noble family's and house's still ruled supreme. In my story there was this Mason, A statue maker. He was a failure as much of the city was concerned, He was obsessed with crafting Erotic statues of the female form the likes that would of made even a Roman blush. Yet he could never truly capture that female form, No matter how he tried they always lacked soul.

Yet one day thru accident or on purpose, One of his young femme assistants ended up getting splashed with the cement mixture he was using, She panicked and as it started to harden it forced down from its weight, She could barely manage to catch herself, On her hands and knee's trying to pull it off as it hardened. Being the skillful man of trade that he was, He quickly made it to where she could breath but her upper body was set literally in stone. After he calmed himself he couldn't help but to admire her form, that thin layer of stone that covered her face, shoulders hugged her form perfectly.

He could still hear her panic but pushed it from his mind, Slowly he worked, splashing more onto her supple flesh and spreading it over her hips, Thighs and along her legs, It took little time for it to harden around her, He had finally captured the female form and in the process turning her into a living statue / table (At least for a few days). It was the female form in all its perfection, every detail right down to those pert little nipples and those swollen neither-lips had been captured. That same day he revealed 'her' to the noble family's of the city And the People loved it.

Noble houses loved the idea of a Female bodice as a mere piece furniture, Tables and so fourth, And they wanted more! So he did just that, At first it was easy tricking young girls or even the more shapely milf types into those poses as he covered them in cement, Telling them that they would be the grounds for a masterpiece! If they just posed for him till he could capture their form like a true artists, They figured he was merely learning their curves or making molds of their body's until it was to late to escape.

Yet the simple human form twisted in one way or another wouldn't be the end of things, that's why he would experiment. After all how many women would come running hearing they could be apart of art, Even playing with twisted unions, Capturing a woman in the pleasure of being mounted by a beast, A horse for example, After time and time again he would learn that he has to start with the legs, Hind legs in particular, Then where they are joined, The horses bellie and her back where the flesh meets and on from there, Able to see the panic in the creatures eyes as it couldn't move, Hear her cries as she couldn't move, left forever impaled under the horse.

The main character in it oddly isn't the girl(s) its more the artist of it all, was cooking an idea of maybe he keeps the girl and animal alive as long as possible, Pumping nutrients into them which would typically be large amounts of Cum. Thru small yet to be plugged opening at one lewd opening or another to pump copious amounts of cum in to keep them full and alive as long as possible. Okay for the last part maybe i just have a perverted want to see a male horse getting a plump belly from injections under its tail.

Imagine her terror, fear able to not only feel the seed churning inside of her but the stallions cock constantly growing thick, going flaccid, pumping her full again and again with its piss and cum as hours pass, Maybe days as shes on display about to hear people all around mere inches away, able to feel the stallions breathing, feel its heavy stomach against her back (depending on position).