Exclusive Story: Help From A Friend (Inanimate TF)

Susuya sighed, the cold water of her shower striking her back like slashing daggers. Normally, the wolf-fox girl preferred steamy hot rinses, yet had recently made it a daily habit to sit under cold running water for as long as she could. She had heard of it as a good coping mechanism, but evidently nothing could cleanse the extreme filth that plagued her body at every hour. Drying herself off, the girl washed her mouth time and time again, brushing her tongue raw and gurgling mouth wash, yet a rancid, cheesy taste still lingered on her mouth.

Susuya had downed a dozen mints at once before finally resigning to yet another day of burdening that certain taste. Still, she refused to eat anything until her belly began to grumble painfully. Sitting at her dining room, the silver-haired girl closed her eyes as she hastily bit down on a sandwich. Despite her tries to empty her mind, she couldn’t help but think of lint and gunk with each of her chews. Susuya’s meal was only hallway done by the time it was tossed away, the girl’s nausea proving too strong to ignore. The feel of her stomach churning was a foreign one to the lady, one she certainly didn’t have to deal with a week ago, no matter how ruthlessly she had been waterboarded with sweat.

“Good morning, dearie!” A motherly voice ran chills down Susuya’s spine. With a whispered response, she resorted to sitting down to ignore the approaching woman as best she could. “Ahem, I said good morning! Jeez, where are your manners, lady?” Midori scolded half-playfully yet was ignored again. Taking a seat, the kitsune scratched her chin before triumphantly resting her bare feet on the table. Though freshly bathed, Susuya still picked up the slightest stink from them.

“M-Mom?!” The teen covered both her eyes and nose in distraught. “There we go, so you can still respond!” Midori cackled, teasing her daughter was one of her favorite things. “Don’t overreact sweetie, haven’t I apologized enough? Besides, you’ve been turned into far worse things than my loafers!” Midori mused, brushing away the past week as easily as she brushed her toes over the table. “You don’t get it, mom, at least all those other times I didn’t have your nasty feet shoved down my throat 27/7!”

The wolf-fox sulked, memories of the past week as her mom’s shoe resurfacing. After one of her spells went awry (as usual), ensuing shenanigans led to her mother punishing two troublemakers by condemning them to her sweaty peds, all the while unknowingly dragging Susuya herself into the torture. It had taken a concerning amount of time for Midori to recognize her own daughter (though the girl suspected she was intentionally kept as a show for some time), but had reversed her magic once she eventually did.

Susuya planted her face on the dining table, now too exhausted for any disgust. “Oh sweetie, are my feet really that smelly? I swear I try my hardest to keep them clean!” Midori sniffled. “Ah, now I feel sad. Just where could your father be, I really need him!” The mother stood up, yet rather than call out for her partner, she combed over drawers and under cushions. “Ah, there you are, darling!” The kitsune said towards an open drawer from which she pulled out the plastic mold of a canine penis. “Fufufu, time for you to cheer me up some more, hun, it’s the least you could do after breaking my heart~” She whispered to the dildo whom Susuya shamefully could call her father. While she was free to enjoy humanity once more, Susuya’s dad would spend the foreseeable future as a sex toy, though she couldn’t deny that he deserved such a fate if only a little.

Of course, there was also Hikari, the pervert who had started it all. She was currently at the start of a long sentence as Midori’s pussy. From past experience, Susuya knew she had it worst of all, yet she didn’t feel the tiniest bit sorry for the girl. “I… I’ll leave you two—err--three alone, gotta meet with a friend.” Susuya left fast as she could once her mother began moaning.

*

“Hey girl, you look fine considering… Well, you know.” At a shopping mall, Susuya met with a disheveled-looking ginger who seemingly gagged at nothing at regular intervals. “Listen, there’s no hard feeling, ok? I only have myself to blame for hanging out with you weirdos…” A self-deprecating laugh punctuated Arisu’s comments. The two girls would normally never hang out—what with Arisu’s plain disgust of transformations—yet both being inadvertently dragged into a week under Midori had formed a bizarre bond between the two. With dual desires to keep their minds distracted, the two teens went ahead with a day full of idle chatter, window shopping, and hopefully a good meal.

“You know, Susuya, you’re not as bad as I thought! Err, thanks again for buying me this…” Arisu timidly confessed, fiddling about with the strings of a brand-new red hoodie. “No problem, consider it an apology in place of my mom! Though I didn’t buy anything, that’s a purely magic-made item you’ve got!” The young mage’s smugly triumphant grin persisted even as her friend looked over her hoodie with worried skepticism. “Stop worrying, I can get spells right, too! Its not like I transformed someone, either, I just magically wove the threads together—promise!”

The ginger pacified, the two continued with their shopping date until stopping for a brash interruption. “Hey, aren’t those the two weird girls from school?” A bubbly voice called out from behind the duo. “Ugh they totally are. Its that bitchy redhead and the mutt freak!” Another joined in, its tone similar yet with notably more venom. “Like, what are you two doing here? Does the fox-thing have some magician side gig; you gonna pop sparks out of a wand or something?” One of the schoolgirls laughed at her own insult. She and her friend were the splitting image of the bitchy cheerleader trope, complete with wavy blond hair, ample curves, and hyperinflated egos which reeled once their would-be targets simply ignored their mocking. “Excuse me, I’m talking to you, bitches! Come over here!” The bustier of the two pulled at Arisu’s hood.

“Hey, let go, you’re gonna—” The ginger’s cries were shut by a stinging rip that also chilled her spine. A tear had now ruined Arisu’s beloved gift, fueling her with a distinct bravado shown only to the ones that most annoyed her. “That’s it, there’s no teachers to save you now, I’ll beat both of you to the ground!” She rolled up her sleeves—a vein bulging at her forehead—but then her new friend excitedly tapped her on the shoulders. “Wait, wait, just some punches are too good for these skanks, I’ve got just the spell for this!” Before Arisu could pounce, she was knocked back by a flash of light and left on the ground to witness her bullies screaming and contorting.

“Eek, what did you do?! I-I feel, ugh… S-So full…” The shorter blonde moaned in the throes of lethargy, watching as her carefully sculpted body was instantly thrown to ruin. Fat bloated out of her belly and waistline, overtaking every tasteful curve to make the girl built like a fridge. Or rather, built like a can as her whale-like form smoothed out to a metal cylinder, consuming her limbs once it shrunk to a few inches. Before the girl could scream once more, her mouth lengthened into a skinny spout while the rest of her head flattened into a cap. The only remnants of the bitchy bully were her hair and clothes, the former of which was now decorative string for her top while the latter wrapped around her tube body as paper wrapping.

The other bully looked at what remained of her friend in horror “W-Wait, that magic stuff was actually real?! H-Hold up, I’m sorry for everything, okay? Y-You don’t have to—Mmmph!” She too was forcefully silenced, this time by her teeth slamming down on each other. Instead of her whole body, only the blonde’s mouth widened, going past any human limits and tarnishing her pristine looks into a cartoonish mockery. While the rest of her body flailed around in terror, it slimmed down beyond what even her best diets could do, ending up as a single pole that stiffened into pink plastic. Finally, the girl’s head finished her transition, all human aspects being obliterated while her pearly whites jagged into thin razors. She shrank down, falling to the ground as a shaving razor with an adorable ponytail ornament to hang off hooks.

“Woohoo, that’s two successful spells in one day—it’s gotta be a new record!” Susuya picked up her new creations, disregarding the blank look upon her companion. “Umm, I guess you got another gift, lucky you! Here, I turned those losers into something I thought you needed!” She flashed a smile while handing over the shaving kit. A rollercoaster of emotions coursed through Arisu. She was both terrified and amazed by seeing magic used on someone else for once, yet what was most notable to her was a tingling feeling down in her crotch. To see those two brats she loathed be instantly degraded into mere objects—it was nothing short of exhilarating. As much as it shamed her, Arisu now fully understood that pervert Hikari’s fetish for transformations.

Though still in an emotional dilemma, Arisu finally shook off her shock. “Wait a minute.” She narrowed her eyes. “So, ‘something I need’ is a shaving kit? What’s that supposed to mean?!” Nonetheless, she accepted her second and third gift of the day wholeheartedly, anxiously thinking of using them each second until she parted ways with Susuya and locked herself in her own bathroom.

*

“Hehehe, hello girls…” Arisu snickered as she reached into her purse. Through the quiet peace of her bathroom, she sensed two pathetic squeals of terror—one lumbering and burdened by a heavy weight, the other shrill and as jagged as its razor blades. “Since you always loved to talk shit, its only fair that now you… err, eat my… hair? Ugh, I don’t know, its my first time doing this type of stuff, how should I know how to taunt?”

While inexperienced in the ways of taunting, Arisu could still allow sadistic joy to well up in her as she yanked at her can of shaving cream’s hair while stroking the muzzle of its spout, though she was only capable of so much teasing before giving in to the joy of squeezing on the cap. “Ouchie! T-That was terrible, don’t—Bleeeh!” The can wasn’t even allowed its cries of misery as Arisu repeatedly pumped foam from the endless container of its belly. “Stop it, cut it—Bleeeh! Please, I’m begging you! Turn me back, I swear I’ll—Bleeegh!” Even as she had an oversized scoop of foam, the can continued puking up excess fizz into the bathroom floor. Even after a hundred squirts, the former girl was nowhere near finished, her bottomless gut ensuring she could be used for dozens of eternities without issue.

Tossing aside her first bully, Arisu blushed once she slathered its innards over her legs. Her magical friend was indeed right, a noticeable fuzz had grown all around her thighs and calves. Still, it was meager compared to the significant stubble on her pits, not to mention the thick bush between her legs. But no matter how hairy she was, Arisu could depend on her new razor to scrape away all that nastiness.

Hovering over the legs of the girl she once mocked, the pink razor whimpered “Oh God no… No way, this isn’t happening, I must be dreaming, this is all—Mmmph!” What constituted her mouth was force fed a noxious mixture of soapy foam and hairy bristles. Even as she occasionally rinsed off, it provided little relief when another mouthful of filth was soon approaching. Though it took minutes for Arisu’s legs to be perfectly smooth, it was only the beginning of the razor’s torture. What awaited it next were much thicker hairs in conjunction with the aged funk of Arisu’s armpits and later the fishy stink of her pussy, the latter of which replaced the razor’s pathetic pleas for mercy in favor of maddened begging to be killed off.

One hour later, Arisu admired her clean-shaven genitals, her kit tossed into a dusty drawer where it would be forgotten about until its next use. Though she excused her constant rubbing as a test for how close the shave was, the truth was that she was horny. She was incredibly horny; it was simply how transformed people made her feel. As Arisu fingered herself on the bathroom floor, she wished there was a sentient dildo around to make the jilling that much better. Well, she supposed there were plenty of other bullies at school, and she was quite friendly with Susuya now…

Though Hikari was out of commission, it seemed Susuya had created a brand-new perverted friend to pester her with magical requests. Hopefully this one wouldn’t get herself in heaps of trouble like the previous, say, trouble like spending a year-long sentence as Midori’s anus…