HypnoHub

Artist's short version of their story: If the candy bear comes to your door, DON'T LET HIM IN! He's not as harmless as he seems. Once you open your door, he'll have you staring into his hypnotic belly and eagerly sucking his lollipop cock until you find yourself gulping down his sweet and creamy purple cum. Thanks to his endless supply, he'll simply watch you drink and drink until it starts to fatten you up and turn you pink like him. The effects aren't permanent until the transformation is complete, but the brain usually collapses passed the point of no return once you first wrap your lips around those slick, fruity ridges. Then with the first purple drop, the whole world around you starts to go black... ...all except the candy bear.

Take T.J. here. He was busy dominating the rest of the field in a multiplayer round of a newly released FPS when he heard a knock on the door. Busy at the moment, and knowing he had been too lazy to lock it, he yelled "Come in!". That was a mistake. Who he figured was his roommate was actually the candy bear. So, never bothering to look over to check, he was caught off-guard when the candy bear stepped right in to his line of sight. Just when T.J. started yelling and gesturing the figure to move, he saw the first ring. And, as you can see, that was it. Now he's sucking and slurping to his heart's content, his clothes don't fit him anymore, and his "deaths" just surpassed his "kills". Don't worry, though. T.J.'s having the time of his life ;). More fun than a stupid video game... What's wrong with being a candy bear?

Full version of the artist's long story: Just another day for T.J.. But the 23 year-old wolf wasn’t complaining. In fact, he practically woke up with a grin on his furry face. “Just another day” for him was a great thing. It meant hours of uninterrupted relaxation on the couch indulging in his favorite video games. It meant sipping on a fruity soda and ripping open a bag of fruity candy. He just couldn’t get enough of the fruity flavors! And most of all, it meant no nagging! Moving out of his parents’ house into an apartment with his fox friend, Larkin, was proving to be the best decision of his life. He couldn’t believe that he had shown him even the slightest hesitation.

…Well, he could actually, considering he found himself in a tough financial situation. T.J. wasn’t exactly raking in the dough at the moment. He had just been let go from his first job out of college, and was forced to relinquish his pride and take up a job in fast food for the time being. It wasn’t the sort of situation in which he imagined himself being a year after graduation.

Larkin was a great friend, though. He always had been since they met freshman year. Aware of T.J.’s troubles, he had made the offer to cover two-thirds of the rent if T.J. could cover the remaining third. How could the wolf refuse? A third of the rent to escape all the parental nagging, practically buy his own personal freedom, and live with his best friend? It was one of those things that sounded so good he had to pinch himself to make sure it was real.

T.J. woke up slowly and lazily, laying still in bed for a while, bathing in the feeling one only gets from knowing they don’t have to drag themselves to work. He loved off days. They were the best when Larkin was off as well, but today that was not the case. Still, there was certainly nothing negative about spending an entire Monday doing whatever he wanted.

T.J. yawned quietly and rubbed his eyes slowly to remove the grogginess from them. After about a minute, he opened them to allow them to adjust to the sunlight seeping into the room through the blinds. In mere seconds, his eyes fell upon a sight that caused a large, annoyed sigh to escape his mouth. Laying on his back, he could plainly see a small section of his covers sloping upward a few inches to a single point located above his midsection. It was quite the campground! He blushed a little, and quickly slid his paw underneath the covers to push the supporting pillar down. Upon pushing it down, his paw hovered there for a moment and he impulsively decided to give the bulge a squeeze. Another sigh escaped his lips, except this one carried a bit of a whimper along with it. His eyes closed at the feeling that washed over his body. He started to wonder just how long it had been… …like that before he woke up. It didn’t matter. All he knew now was that it was full of blood and his brain wasn’t. He didn’t want to start the day off by making a mess and losing his self-control, but when he rationalized that he would be getting a shower anyway, he couldn’t resist climbing onto the lusty bandwagon. His paw squeezed his package a few more times, and began working his pole up and down. “Nnnnnnnhhhh…” he moaned slowly under his breath. He smiled as he felt a tingly wave of pleasure pulse through his body. “Nnnnnnnhhhh… …Nnnnnnnhhhh… …Nnnnnnnhhhh…” came out of T.J.’s mouth with every exhale, each one carrying slightly more volume than the last. And thus, after a couple minutes, T.J.’s morning began with a heavenly mind-numbing feeling and a messy tummy.

He stepped into the bathroom already naked, having removed his clothes for his earlier personal time. Knowing the water in the shower took a while to warm up. He pulled the knob first, and then turned to examine himself in the mirror. He always liked doing this. It reminded him that although, he was no model, he was far from ugly. He always kept his gray fur clean and tidy, at least when it wasn’t matted with jizz, and his tail was fluffier than most wolves he knew. He had an average build, a little muscle under a little fat. His, well… …wolfhood… …was a decent size when it was ready for duty. However, he prided himself on his eyes, which were adorned with beautiful deep blue irises, almost like a mixture between navy and cobalt. He leaned in close to the mirror and watched the light sparkle off them for a moment before he noticed some steam float in front of his face. The water was ready.

Fresh from the shower, and ready for a great day, T.J. got dressed in a simple T-shirt and basketball shorts. After slipping his socks on (he doesn’t like leaving his feet bare), he practically skipped into the living room already eyeing the game rack. He knelt beside it, his eyes scanning left and right looking for… …found it! He put a finger on the top edge of the case reading “Call of Duty Black Ops 3” and flicked it down and out of the shelf. Although not his favorite first person shooter ever, T.J. had proven himself to be impressively competent, and always loved to show off his skills on Team Deathmatch mode. He simply enjoyed the cooperation aspect, regardless of his teammates’ abilities. Plus, it was a good alternative to having Larkin sitting next to him.

After taking the current disk out and putting it back, he slid the new on into the console. And to make good use of his time, he strode over to the fridge while waiting for it to load. He decided quickly on a cherry soda, and walked over to the end table beside the couch. He opened the can, took a careful first sip, and set it down on the table. His controller was already waiting for him on the nearest couch cushion. “Aaaaahhhh,” he sighed, as he plopped his butt onto the spongy brown cushion and just rested his head against the back, enjoying the short-lived coolness of the material. Then his paws slowly wrapped around the controller, and he flashed his familiar game face.

So for the majority of the day, the only sounds inside the apartment were the clicking of buttons and joysticks, the sipping to cherry soda, the crunching of chips and candy, and the occasional “Woop!” or “Damnit!” from T.J.’s vocal chords. With the way he was playing though, there were for more of the former than the latter. T.J. was humiliating the competition. He had been the leader of his team almost every match. Eventually letting his pride get the better of himself, he flashed an arrogant smirk and blurted, “Damn, I’m good!” before hopping and giving the air a few quick boxing jabs. Then he went over to the fridge to grab a fresh, cold soda. This time he chose an orange one. He plopped back down and readied himself for yet another match. How could he get bored of being so awesome?

Starting up another game, T.J. refocused. He didn’t want the hot streak to end. However, only 10 seconds into match, he was mowed down by an opponent. Giving a gruff grumble, he started wondering whether he had jinxed himself with his little celebration. Within another 15 seconds of responding though, he cracked two great headshots, restoring the smirk on his face. “Hell yeah! Here comes…” KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! T.J. heard Larkin at the door. Though is startled him a little, the competitive wolf never took his eyes off the T.V. screen. Pausing wasn’t exactly an option at the moment, but luckily, he was fairly certain he had left the door unlocked. “Come in, Larkin!” he bellowed quickly.

Suddenly, the cocky smile became larger than ever. Larkin was just a few steps from witnessing his dominance, and T.J. certainly didn’t have a problem with being showered with compliments. The knob turned and the familiar little high-pitched squeak followed by a mild thud signaled T.J. to get in the zone. He neglected to say anything, wanting to enjoy Larkin’s genuine reaction to the sight on the T.V. screen.

The wolf heard footsteps beside him, but no voice. With just a few more steps, Larkin had stepped right into his line of sight. T.J. leaned to the side quickly to retain his view of the game and yelled, “Hey! Move! What are you doing?” He never guessed Larkin would be on to… …his eyes refocused on the closer figure. It wasn’t Larkin. It definitely wasn’t Larkin. It was a really weird… …bear?

T.J.’s eyes went wide with surprise, and the first thing he noticed about the bear was how fat… …there was a shiny red dot in its belly button. Having no idea what it was, T.J. looked at it for a little longer. He saw it slide out of the small hole and grow larger. “Who the hell are you?” he asked angrily, shifting his gaze to look the bear in the—there was now a shiny yellow dot in its belly button. It was inside the red one, which was now bigger and still growing. “What the hell?” T.J. asked out loud. He had never seen anything like it. Were they moving tattoos? Whatever they were, they were kind of cool. “H-how are you doing that?” he asked out of curiosity, his brows contorted in confusion. He slowly leaned forward a couple inches involuntarily. T.J. was getting impatient though. He looked up at the bear’s face and asked more loudly and assertively than before, “Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?!” There was no answer. The bear simply stared at him. And the disturbingly wide grin on its face was very unsettling to the wolf, who had started to bare his teeth. The bear raised both of his meaty pink hands until they were just in front of his plump, soft pecs. Then he swung them downward quickly and slapped them onto the sides of his rotund belly, sending a crisp “Smack!” through the apartment and some jiggly waves through his doughy belly. T.J. instinctively looked down and watched it wobble from the impact and… …”What the fuck!” he gasped at what he saw. A larger portion of the bear’s belly was covered in shiny colors. T.J. noticed that they were like the rings from before, but now there were four, five, six, seven, a lot of them. And there were blue ones along with the red and yellow. The three attractive colors repeated in the same pattern over and over. They grew outward at a steady pace, and one after another seemed to seep out of the deep belly button. T.J. was weirded out. He squinted his eyes a little, trying to figure out what the purpose of the intriguing display was.

Subtly, the bear took a small step toward the wolf, who was sitting straight up on the couch. This sent a few jiggles through the fat jiggly tummy, slightly distorting the ring and making the colors dance even more in the wolf’s vision. But the colors weren’t his priority at the moment; getting this stranger out of his apartment was.

“Hey!” he yelled, sitting up as high as he could, “I’m not going to ask you again!” He looked at the bear’s face again with a slightly worried look in his eyes. His eyes furrowed in confusion. There they were yet again. The colors, they were swimming in the bear’s eyes. Caught off-guard again, his eyes focused in on them, grabbing his attention for a couple short seconds and therefor keeping him from noticing the bear taking a couple more steps toward him, closing the gap to within a couple feet. T.J.’s rose upward to maintain the angle to the approaching bear’s eyes. Then when he realized how close the bear was, he recoiled a little and yelled, “What are you doing?! Get the fuck away from me!” His face was one of pure worry and fear. The bear made yet another quick gesture, placing his hands underneath his belly and lifting up the flashing flab for a split second before dropping it and letting it bounce up and down a few times. T.J. watched the weird action in disbelief. What was it doing? Wait… …There were even more spirals on his belly now… …T.J. froze. There were A LOT more spirals on his belly. But it was different this time. They were so close now. They were so… …just so… …pretty. He opened his eyes wide to see them more clearly. His eyebrows relaxed and flattened out, signaling his emotional transformation from worried to awestruck. For the next few moments, T.J. just sat perfectly still and quiet, hoping to eventually grasp the beauty of the flowing rings.

“What is… …th-…” he tried his best to say something, but he just couldn’t muster the concentration. Each ring that erupted out of the bear’s navel demanded his attention, keeping him from focusing long enough to realize what was happening. He started to lean forward a little. A bit of concern materialized in the back of his mind that there was something off about the situation. But the spirals were so close… …it felt… …it felt like they were almost physically pulling him in. The concern melted away as T.J. leaned in further, allowing the rings to take up more of his vision. A small gap opened between his lips and slowly became larger as his jaw dropped in amazement. They were already more beautiful than anything he had ever seen, and he still had room to get closer.

“Ooooooooo…” T.J. cooed very quietly, unable to contain his adoration as he leaned in even further, leaving his butt on the very edge of the couch cushion. Realizing this, the bear took a very small shuffle back, knowing that the wolf’s mind was breaking. The backward motion of the belly spirals tugged T.J.’s head forward as if they were connected by a rope, and his butt slid off the cushion. THUD! His knees hit the carpet, and now he was virtually at eye-level with the bear’s deep, colorful belly cave.

At this point, T.J.’s eyes practically gained a life of their own and thrust forward in their sockets wanting to get as close as possible to the hypnotic colors. They were rewarded with a slight tingly sensation as a tiny red dot appeared in the center of each pupil. As the circles grew in his eyes, T.J. failed to realize a bit of drool leaking out of his open mouth. The red circles slid over his irises, then the whites of his eye, and then engulfed his eyes entirely. He gasped suddenly as he realized all the red rings on the bear’s tummy were twice as bright. His grip on the game controller relaxed and it fell to the floor, the impact on the joystick causing his character on the screen to run mindlessly into a wall.

When two yellow dots appeared in T.J.’s eyes, his head started to droop lightly, releasing the remaining pool of saliva in his mouth onto the carpet. He was absolutely dumbfounded as the yellow circles grew. “Nnnnnnnnnngghh…” he droned, as he had trouble containing his wonder. The shiny yellow tint crept over his bulging eyes until it completely covered them. Then, immediately afterward, another red ring followed, expanding very slowly, then another yellow, very slightly faster… This continued until the red and yellow rings in T.J.’s eyes were perfectly synchronized with the ones on the bear’s chubby belly. “Oooooooooohhhhhhhh…” he breathed under his voice, as every red and yellow ring in his vision was now glowing with double-brightness.

Even with his mind clouded over so densely with enjoyment, T.J. tried his best to say one more thing. “I…” he stammered, “…I-I…… ……u-u-uuuhhh” That was as far as he got before two blue circles began creeping over his pupils. It filled his eyes quickly and immediately joined the other colors in the synchronized amplification. The full-blown burst of fluorescent color caused his eyes to bulge out even further. And speaking of bulges…

The wolf’s mind was far too stimulated to notice, but the pointed tip of his wolfhood began to poke out further and further, tracing a vertical line up the inside of his underwear as it grew harder and harder. Stopping at a slight upward angle, it reached maximum hardness, despite already having been serviced by T.J.’s paws just that morning. The wolf was in pure bliss. Pure drooling bliss.
Still kneeling, T.J. felt something hard touching his lips. The bear had grabbed his lollipop penis in one pink, meaty hand, and was gently guiding it into the wolf’s gaping maw. It gently rubbed against the roof of his mouth. After about half of it had entered, it made the very first contact with his taste buds. T.J.’s body jerked and went rigid for a few seconds. Fruity… …his tongue tasted something fruity… …sooooo fruity... …more fruity than any soda or candy he like to gorge himself on. He jaw rose, finally quelling the steady stream of drool pouring from his mouth. This allowed his lips to come together and quiver upward until they formed a dopey, ecstatic smile. The taste practically exploded his mind, and all he could think to do was to get more of the fruity flavor. His lips formed a seal around the cock, his diaphragm contracted, and his cheeks collapsed inward slightly as he took his first suck. All he could do was whimper as the flavor coated his tongue.

T.J.’s brain practically collapsed. His pleasure-wracked body wobbled back and forth for a little, then he regained his balance and very slowly slid his mouth further down the candy pole. His suctioned lips slid up and down perfectly over each ridge. His long tongue wrapped around it one way, then the other, trying to scrape his taste buds across as much surface area as possible. After coating the entire cock with saliva, he found it easier to slide his mouth up and down the length. So that’s exactly what he did. Slowly at first, he built up a steady pace while keeping his gaze steadfast on the big mesmerizing belly. Wet sucking sounds filled the room, one after another in the same steady tempo, interrupted sporadically by air rushing in or out through T.J.’s nasal passage. “Mmmmmmmmmmm…” he groaned around the rod as he bobbed his head back and forth. “Mmmmmmm… Mmmmmmm… Mmmmmmm…” he continued to moan with each forward motion of his head. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

Meanwhile, the candy bear’s lollipop couldn’t take much more stimulation. And the vibrations coming from T.J. vocalizations were only precipitating the process. He could feel his endless tank of purple cream churning away, ready to erupt with just a little more assistance from the entranced wolf’s mouth. With the pressure building and building, the candy bear decided to wait until the last second before he pinched the base of his lollipop, ready to hold back the first squirt for an epic release. Oh, the wolf had just hit the right spot, and his ball concurred, jumping up in his beautiful purple sack.

T.J. was still rocking back and forth in fruity, mind-numbing pleasure when he felt the lollipop move inside his mouth. Twitch… twitch… twitch… “Mmmmph!” T.J.’s cheeks bulged outward as his mouth was filled with a warm, sweet, thick cream. The new combination of mind-blowing flavors sent his body in a frenzy, spasming and shuddering violently as more purple cream was pumped into his overfilled mouth. Some gushed out of his lips and trickled down the slick lollipop while his own dick shot a few drops of pre from the sheer pleasure. T.J.’s writhing died down while more and more candy bear cum squirted out of his mouth and puddled onto the carpet. Once his body relaxed enough, the wolf was finally able to empty his mouth. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! “Mmmmmmmm….” T.J.’s voice was almost a grunt. Loud salacious swallowing sounds joined the choir of sucking, slurping, and nasal breathing. And they didn’t stop. The candy bear squirted several new globs into T.J.’s mouth every second, and the wolf struggled to keep the flooding down. Gulp… Gulp… Gulp… He mindlessly drank the cream, still wearing the same maxed-out stupid grin and his eyes bulging out cartoonish-ly.

Blurrrrrrrb… his stomach gurgled loudly, filling up with the purple sludge. Seconds later, his fairly flat tummy was… …less fairly flat. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! His belly was growing rounder and wider, slowly expanding over his waistband. The surface of his stomach was significantly smoother and softer when it became visible under the bottom edge of his t-shirt. Bigger and bigger it became with every gulp, cascading outward in every direction, spilling over his waistband as the elastic approached its limit. His shirt was losing slack as well, most of the wrinkles in the cloth disappearing as it was filled with more and more warm, squishy flesh. Soon T.J.’s middle was so wide and doughy that the bottom band of his shirt was stretched taut. The subsequent pounds of flab had to go somewhere though. So they did, slowing flowing out from underneath it like a blob of hot magma, more and more of the pink and white fur becoming visible as gravity pulled the overhang of his belly further downward. Wait… Pink and white? Indeed, the fur on his stomach matched the color pattern of the bear in front of him, minus the wonderful rings that were keeping him so amused.

When the top-heavy wolf wobbled slightly on his knees, the bear could tell he was having trouble supporting his increasing weight. To keep the process steady and uninterrupted, he took a small step forward, allowing the wolf the lower himself until his butt was perched upon his lower legs. The new angle of his thighs left fewer space for his belly as they pushed it upward, giving it an even plumper look. That certainly didn’t do his shirt any favors. A couple audible pops signaled the breaking of the first threads at the bottom of the shirt. They became more and more frequent until… …rrrrrrrrriiiiiiippppppp! The small tear that formed at the bottom of the shirt was forced open quickly, as it expanded vertically up the middle, stopping under his pecs, which had only started to get a little rounder. T.J.’s belly came crashing down all around him, accentuating just how much fat his shirt had been holding in. The thick layer of fat exploded outward and bounced around for a few moments before coming to rest. Now unhindered, the chubby flesh was plainly visible, and looked like a mass of viscous pink strawberry cake batter, bending his waistband over on itself before completely swallowing it whole. Bigger and wider and rounder it grew yet, until his belly button was almost directly above his knees. T.J. had a brand new candy bear belly… …and he was still sucking and slurping and gulping away as eagerly as ever, his tail wagging away in ecstasy. Well, wiggling away in ecstasy. In all the blubbery fuss, T.J.’s fluffy tail had managed to shrink all the way down into a tiny pink fluffy nub. One that the candy bear almost couldn’t resist squeezing between his fingers.

Only the section of T.J.’s shirt above his gut was still holding onto his body. I didn’t look like that wound be the case for long though. His pecs were definitely much… …meatier. Along with his upper back, they ballooned outward in unison with each loud swallow, inflating the remaining part of the tattered shirt. “Eeep!” the changing wolf squeaked in pleasure around the lollipop. His nipples felt extra sensitive rubbing up against his shirt. Maybe it was because… …they had doubled in size. The two tips were clearly visible poking the fabric from the inside. But after a few seconds, they were less like tips and more like flat circles of steadily increasing diameter. Dime-sized… no, nickle-sized… no, quarter-sized nubs grew longer, creating taller mounds in the cloth that was already busy hugging his soft, bulbous moobs. Once T.J.’s mushy upper body had stuffed the cloth, only one more gulp was needed to seal—or “un”seal—the deal. In less than a second, T.J.’s poor shirt tore the rest of the way through, suffering a brutal death by fat belly. As soon as the last thread broke, his pecs burst outward, revealing their new cotton candy color as they fell and bounced a few times before coming to rest on his belly. With just three more large creamy gulps, they had reached candy bear status, complete with luscious sugar-coated green gumdrop nipples and a bush of manly black hair between them that hadn’t been there before.

The onslaught of flab onto T.J.’s body wasn’t finished, as made evident by the seat of his shorts. The familiar warm, bubbly feeling had already permeated his butt cheeks, and it was obvious that they had bulged outward quite significantly catching up with the size of his waist. It couldn’t truly reach the correct size without popping a few seams, though. A couple inches of the back seam was forced apart, splitting and relieving some of the compression on the plump buns, which were now pink as well. However, as expected, the pressure built up again until more of the threads gave way, creating a lewd rhythm of gulping and tearing. Both participants were in utter bliss, one on sensory overload as the glowing rings continued to fill his mind far past its capacity and the sugary purple cream aroused his taste buds, and one feeling the unmatched pleasure of a candy bear orgasm pulsing through his body as he watched the wolf’s butt become more and more—for lack of a better work—fuckable.

The sexually-themed music was interrupted when T.J. grunted, making his first sound in a while. Looking at the wolf from the front, it was clear that something was going on inside the front of his shorts. The tent in the cloth was becoming more… …animated, jumping up and down, quaking and shivering. T.J. grunted again, louder this time, as more blood rushed into his dick. He was experiencing the hardest boner in his life. And considering the colorful sheen creeping up from the base of his cock, it was fairly obvious that it had a long way to go, no pun intended. The flesh there crystalized into three separate sections of red, blue, and yellow, and as they began to slowly wind themselves around the rod, T.J. grunted yet again, feeling what could only be described as a blowjob from heaven itself. The grunts continued with more volume and frequency as the crystal braid squeezed its way toward the pointed tip, even adding a couple inches in order to make sure there would be plenty of lollipop to enjoy. The new tent was too high, though. The stretched clothing couldn’t take such a strong prodding force over so little an area. The front seam popped open, leaving just enough room for the wolf’s half-lollicock to slide through and spill a couple of violet-tinted drops onto the carpet that was already soaked with drool and candy bear cum.

A small popping sound was barely audible as the very tip of T.J.’s cock became fruity and rigid, giving him his own cream-filled lollipop, ready for sucking. Much more noticeable was the snapping sound that came after. His waistband ruptured, quickly releasing all the pressure on his still-growing butt, and sending a few waves up his doughy torso. His cheeks wobbled similarly to his moobs and stopped expanding to match the candy bear’s own plump bottom.

With the transformation having already affected his core, it spread outward, reaching all four limbs simultaneously. First to occur was the color change. A light pink hue oozed down from his shoulders, continuing all the way the tips of his fingers, which lost their claws, and toes, which grew bigger ones. Then, arms and legs began expanding, taking on a surprising defined, muscular look. Certainly, they were becoming considerably stronger, especially since T.J. had never garnered enough motivation to hit the weights. The biceps rounded out, triceps formed distinctive horseshoe shapes, forearms and wrists gained some meat, abandoning their bony appearance. His body rose slightly as the thighs and claves underneath him gained more tough flesh. When the muscle stopped, however, the four appendages still appeared laughably small in proportion to the rest of the massive… …candy wolf. “No more muscle” didn’t necessarily mean “no more size”, however. The candy bear’s arms and legs were much more smoothed over. After all, how could a beast filled with so much sugar not exhibit a generous layer a fat just about everywhere? With T.J. still maintaining the same dedication to pleasing his taste buds, his limbs matched the size and appearance of the candy bear’s in no time.

Such small paws on limbs as big as logs? Not for long. Within seconds, T.J.’s socks were stretch around bulging feet and fat toes as his hand paws expanded and lost their pads.

The transformation was reaching its climax. Although it wasn’t permanent quiet yet, the chubby, hypnotized wolf’s chances of escape were negligible. After his neck turned pink, the subsequent progression was unrealistically cartoon-like. With a couple of suction-like popping sounds, his ears became small, cute, peppermint-themed circles on top of his head. His muzzle took a weird jolt, smashing flat up against his face for a moment, and then… …*BOING* it immediately bounced back outward as a large, perfect white muzzle with a dark purple sugar-covered gummy nose and a permanent grin that could possibly look any happier. It wiggled back and forth for a while as if it was made of soft rubber and then stopped. T.J.’s head shivered as the last of the visual changes took place, his whole head becoming his new favorite color—cotton candy pink.

The candy bear pulled his lollipop out of the new candy bear’s mouth, who continued to dry-suck for a little until the original grabbed his recruit’s head with his hands and pressed their forehead’s together, bringing his eye spirals millimeters away from T.J. bear’s. The former wolf’s jaw dropped again, dumping the remaining cum onto the carpet and his mental reformation began silently, as candy bears are unable to utter even the slightest sound.

T.J. bear’s mind had lost all sense of focus. The dreaded rings had obliterated his logical functions and he truly couldn’t grasp a single thought if his life depended on it. Staring into the candy bear’s eyes seemed to slow the stirring in his brain, though. He didn’t seem to be recovering many of his old thoughts, however. Only one thing was solidifying in his new mind. Snxhdjilfnanfemld… …Sdjsekpgh… …Seqrjdsa… …Sekkts… …Secks… …Sex……………

Suddenly, his lollipop felt twice as sensitive to the purple cream that was trickling out of it. It was throbbing violently with arousal, making his fur stand on end. He craved only one thing… …to have his lollipop sucked hard.

The master candy bear still had work to do, however. He was perfectly aware of a certain fox who would arriving in a couple hours. And he needed a teammate with abilities that were competent enough to… …convince him to join them.

( Report comment )

Dalty
>> #401210

Posted on 2021-01-06 05:15:15
Score: 1 (vote Up)

I wanna be a candy bear so badlyyy

( Report comment )

HypnoHub

Search

Copyright

Character

Artist

General

Meta

Statistics

Options

History

Related Posts

Edit | Respond