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I play a shadowy pervert with eerie powers, intent on bringing all sorts of embarrassing and arousing changes upon the lad's life. Fun is had by all.\n\nMerry Christmas, ya filthy animals!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Here's a cubby, transformy roleplay between myself and Relee Starbreeze.

He plays a bookish young rodent who is about to get himself into all kinds of naughty trouble. I play a shadowy pervert with eerie powers, intent on bringing all sorts of embarrassing and arousing changes upon the lad's life. Fun is had by all.

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!", "writing": "Little Billy Squirrel Meets Mr. Void\nan RP featuring Relee Starbreeze & Alex Reynard\n\n***\n\nBilly was in the mall bookstore looking at the science fiction and fantasy bookshelf, trying to decide what book he’d like to get next. He scrunched up his nose and adjusted his glasses, trying to get a better look at some of the titles near the top of the shelf. They were hard for the little squirrel boy to reach.\n\nHe was just at the point of giving up and walking away when a shadow passed by and startled him. The books he’d been looking at fell down from the shelf and clattered on the floor. Other customers turned to look. Billy’s cheeks flushed as he bent to pick them up. He looked around for who could have knocked the books off, but didn’t see anyone there.\n\nLooking through the books he picked up, Billy saw one in particular that caught his eye. It was from that top shelf too. He first struggled to put the other books back (which was awfully hard when you’re as little as him).\n\nEventually in frustration, after reaching so high his t-shirt rode up in back, he just sat the other books down and walked towards the register with the one he wanted. Almost as soon as he turned, he heard a ‘swoop’ sound. He whipped his head around, and the books were back where they were supposed to be. A shiver went down his spine.\n\nBilly took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. That was weird, but there must have been a reasonable explanation. He was a boy of science, after all! He looked at the book in his hands; the gleaming spaceship and robot on the cover.\n\nHe checked his pockets. Just enough! He waited in line behind a few other customers. The longer he stood there, the more certain he was that he was being watched. The other customers didn’t seem to pay him any mind, so where was the feeling coming from? He stepped up to the front of the line with his book, paid without incident, and headed for the exit. Through the front glass walls, he could see out into the rest of the mall.\n\nThe wide halls of the Oakvale Mall were filled with customers. Billy passed around and through the crowds quietly, hugging his new book to his chest. Now and again, the boy would turn his head to glance behind himself, thinking that there was someone following him, but he didn’t see anyone looking his way.\n\nAnd then, up ahead, there was a bench; one of those pink-painted curvy plastic ones, with a man sitting on it. He had his arm lying casually across the armrest. He seemed to be looking right at Billy, smiling. But the little squirrel’s head hurt, because when he looked at the man his vision seemed to go all funny. Or maybe his mind. He was seeing this furson, yet not. It was like… a shadow. A blur of a furson. All Billy could have described if asked was that the man was of normal height and build, his clothes were dark, and he had a smile. Even when Billy looked right at his face, his mind wouldn’t see anything but that smile. Cold and curved. The rest was a blur. Billy pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. There was an empty seat beside the man on the bench and Billy felt a strange pull to sit down.\n\nBilly tried to turn, to move away, but he was irresistibly drawn to sit down next to the man. He shivered the moment the man left his field of vision as he turned around and planted his chubby butt and long fluffy tail on the bench. This was all very, VERY strange, but the boy was SURE there was a rational explanation for everything.\n\nThe blurry man did nothing for a moment, then rolled his neck back to look up at the mall’s skylight. “Good afternoon, Billy. Nice day outside, isn’t it?” The voice was pleasant, but oily. It seemed to just ‘appear’ in Billy’s ears, effortlessly above the thrum of the crowd.\n\nBilly gulped. The man knew his name somehow. He looked up at the skylight as well and saw the blue sky. It was nice out, alright. “Yes sir.” he said, trying to be polite. He tried to turn his head to look at the man more closely.\n\nThere was a vague outline of a face. Ears. A hairstyle. The man seemed very tidy overall. Still, looking at his face was like blinking into the sun. There was just a smile in the middle of a dark shape. It felt exactly like the fuzzy, vague way his dreams would supply other people. That cheshire grin opened again. “That’s a neat looking book you just bought. What’s it about?”\n\nBilly’s eyes turned back down to his new book. He flipped it over to the back, where it had a blurb about the book’s contents. “It’s supposed to be about a space adventurer, and he fights against a robot on an old abandoned space ship.” he says.\n\n“Oh fascinating,” the man said. “Even more fascinating is how, if I’m not mistaken, your parents have told you never to talk to strangers. And there are very few stranger than me.” He giggled at himself, then twirled his lapel between his fingers. It seemed like only his lapel and fingers became distinct for a moment, then went back to blurs when he stopped moving. “Then again, they haven’t told you much else, have they? Busy often, aren’t they? That’s why you’re here instead of home.” He spoke as lightly as if discussing a movie or a favorite food.\n\nBilly blushed heavily, the man was right, he shouldn’t be talking to strangers. But, he shouldn’t have sat down next to one either, and he couldn’t help that. He looked down at his book and clammed up. He nodded his head in response to the man’s question, but he was feeling too bashful to give a more elaborate reply.\n\n“Shy? Let me help you with that.” The man turned his head to Billy. “Give me your full name,” he said. His tone changed subtly, seemed to *exist* more. Billy shuddered as he swore he felt gentle fingers touch his brain. His mouth opened.\n\n“My name is William Hubert Matheson, sir.” he said, the words feeling like they were pulled off his tongue on a string. When he was done speaking he suddenly reached up and covered his muzzle with both hands. He stared at the man with fright.\n\n“Wonderful, Billy!” the man said. He giggled at how cute the little cub looked with such wide eyes and twitchy tail. He spoke again in his special voice. “Now, please describe the underpants you have on right now.”\n\nBilly’s fingers slipped apart and he said, “They’re white underpants, fruit-of-the-loom.” Then his fingers closed again as he felt the words pulled from him so smoothly. He didn’t understand what was going on at all, he couldn’t stop talking to a stranger!\n\n“No cartoon characters on them? Just plain?”\n\nBilly nodded his head, “Yes sir,” but doesn’t say anything more this time. He rubbed his nose gently, trying not to be scared, but completely out of his element and out of control.\n\n“That’s enough of a demonstration, I think,” the man said gently. “By now you’re well aware I am abnormal. And I know all I know about you by the simple fact you have not fled in fear by now. I am not holding you here. I may have given you little ‘nudges’, but the choice to sit and talk was yours. Isn’t that interesting? You have a frizzed-up tail and your heart’s beating fast, yet you’re intrigued.” He reached over to tap the book clutched in the boy’s little paws. “Almost as if you like the idea of having a strange and mysterious adventure come find you…”\n\nBilly gulped. Was that true? Could he just get up and go? But he didn’t. He stayed sitting there, next to this mysterious stranger. He wondered what was going on, and he wanted to know how all of this was happening. He was at least as curious as he was afraid, but he was also, on some level that didn’t register to him yet, enjoying the power this person had over him.\n\n“You’re a smart little squirrel,” the man said, and Billy smiled bashfully. “You want to investigate. This is a mystery, and even though you know you may be stepping into a pitcher plant, you cannot help yourself. Even a bad ending is more interesting than how your day would otherwise have gone. Am I right?”\n\nBilly nodded his head slowly, working over the words in his head and agreeing with them. Here he was, Billy Matheson, Boy Investigator! That was like the title of a book! He smiled just the tiniest bit as he imagined himself a detective. “Yes sir.” he said at last.\n\n“Allright then.” The man leaned over to pat the boy’s fuzzy headfur. “Both cute and cooperative. Good to see.” Billy’s cheeks turned red at being called cute.\n\nThe squirrel’s eyes cross a bit as his head’s patted. He wonders what strange thing will happen next in this series of strange events.\n\nThe man clapped his paws, glad that things were going well so far. “Now, you might be wondering if I am one of those evil men who kidnap and do terrible things to little boys. So, just to reassure you, yes I am. I am extremely evil. Fun, though. I’m like Halloween. Do you like feeling scared on Halloween, little prey?”\n\nBilly gulped a big gulp that arched his back and curled his tail into an S shape. He worried that he was getting in over his head, then reminded himself that he was in that far when he sat down. He looked up at the man and nodded, saying “Yes sir.” again.\n\nThe grin widened as big as the harvest moon. “Then I think it’s about time for you to ask me my name, so we can be properly introduced.” Billy felt the tingle of the man’s special voice again.\n\nThe child looked up at the man and asked, “What’s your name, sir?”\n\n“My name is Anton Void. There are very few who’ve ever heard that name, and now, little one, you’re lucky enough to be one of them. Also, I’m afraid I have to point out that in just a few moments you’re about to wet your pants.”\n\nBilly gave Mr. Void an incredulous look, not believing the bizarre prediction the man had made. “Y-you can’t be serious, sir. I wouldn’t, I’m much too old for that…” he said, as if he was old at all.\n\nAnton shrugged. “So sorry! Can’t be helped! You’re going to let go a flood of little boy pee all over your shorts and down your legs. And in front of all these people too! Good gracious! They’ll all see! They’ll all point at the boy with the big wet spot on his pants and go ‘tsk tsk’. Won’t that be mortifying?” he asked with glee.\n\nBilly flushed again, his ears turning red at the very thought. “Oh yes sir, Mr. Void.” he said, stumbling over his words as he started to consider that this man could actually make such a thing happen.\n\nMore grinning. “Why, I’ve got this nutty notion you might actually ENJOY that! That even though you’ll squirm and blush and run away, some part of you will feel all funny at being the center of attention. Center stage: The Boy Who Wets! I might not have to make anything happen at all. It might just happen all on its own.” And here the man’s voice became as soft and slippery as a gliding fish. Very, very soothing to the young squirrel’s ears. “Yes, just like being in bed on a warm night when you’re full of tasty soda… Dreaming of waterfalls… And then a familiar warm sensation down below. Pleasant Comforting. It just sort of… happens, doesn’t it?”\n\nBilly squirmed, his knees rubbing against each other as he became more antsy and confused. Was the man going to make him do it? Would he do it himself? He didn’t really like being the center of attention, did he? The very thought of it mortified him, of not only doing it, but liking it. So shameful.\n\nAnton watched a flurry of conflicting emotions pass over the boy’s face. He was fretting so much, he wasn’t paying attention to his body. The shadowy man grinned with a trickster’s glee to lean in close and simply point to the front of the boy’s pants. He hadn’t felt a thing.\n\nBilly looked down to where the man was pointing and gasped. His whole face turned beet red as he realized he had done just the thing he feared. He had wet his pants! His clean white undies were surely soaked with yellow now; the front of his pants a darker brown than the surrounding fabric. He quickly covered the splotch with both hands and looked around to see who was looking at him.\n\nSo far no one. Dozens of shoppers passed back and forth, but for the moment they were all focused only on themselves. But Billy knew that would change the moment he stood up. Then his wet pants would stand out like a painted canvas. The tension was incredible. And worse, he still couldn’t stop! His hands fluttered back and forth between clutching his head and trying to cover up his lap. The pee was warm as it soaked his undies and trickled all through his short fur. Rivulets tickled down his legs and into his socks and big sneakers. “So naughty!” Mr. Void playfully scolded. “Some lucky janitor is going to have to clean all that up.”\n\nBilly whimpered mournfully for the janitor, and felt even more embarrassed that he was tinkling all over with no restraint. He couldn’t stop himself, no matter how he tried to hold it in and think of baseball. “Mr. Void! Please make me stop!” he begged, not knowing what he was asking for.\n\nThe grin widened even more, as if it were tasting a delicious dessert. “Oh, but I can’t! Because I didn’t start it in the first place!” He leaned closer, whispering right in the boy’s ear. His breath tickled. “You did this all on your own. I didn’t force you, I merely made the suggestion. Once again, little one, you did what you secretly wanted to do. I only persuaded you it was okay.”\n\nBilly blushed as hard as he could. He wasn’t sure if Mr. Void was telling the truth or not. He wasn’t sure if he had gone because of the suggestion or because he wanted to. But he had gone, and in public too. He thought about how far away it was to go home and change his pants, and that made him feel even more embarrassed, though he could not express it outwardly any further.\n\nThe dark shadow on the bench leaned in closer to sniff. His nose wrinkled. “Such a naughty boy… And so easy to hypnotize, too. Well, I suppose we have to get you cleaned up now, don’t we?” He stood up like a clockspring and brushed off his suit. “I’ll play the helpful passerby taking you to a nearby restroom, and you play the adorably embarrassed furball with the great big stain on his pants!” He held out a paw to the boy to stand up.\n\nBilly hesitantly extended his paw to Mr. Void, suddenly fearful and excited to touch the strange shadowy man. He could not forget his shame though, and kept the other paw covering his wet pants. Still blushing, he said “Please don’t point it out so loudly, Mr. Void!”\n\nThe paw felt like Billy was touching warm television static. His fingers tingled pleasantly, like a softer version of the sensation of one’s foot falling asleep. “Oh, no need to worry about that that. Look around!” He swung his other arm. “Is anyone else looking at me? The strange outsider in the dark tailored suit? Wouldn’t I normally stand out? Except, no one seems to see me at all. Why, I could even YELL REAL LOUD THAT THIS LITTLE SQUIRREL HAS JUST FILLED HIS SHORTS WITH WEE WEE!” Mr. Void cackled, but not a head turned.\n\nBilly winced and squirmed at the sudden yelling, but as he dared to open his eyes he saw that nobody was looking at all. He stood up, still holding Mr. Void’s hand, and looked for the restroom.\n\n“Right this way.” The man began to lead the boy by the paw to a place he had in mind. Billy had to hustle to keep up with his brisk strides. Along the way, he realized that, while no one seemed to notice Mr. Void, plenty of them did notice the little wet squirrel. Moms gave him sympathetic ‘oh you poor thing’ headshakes. Teens snickered. Toddlers pointed and giggled.\n\nBilly’s face seemed like it might turn permanently red from all the blushing he was doing, though it was also sort of exciting in an unfamiliar way. Everybody was paying attention to him; the opposite of Mr. Void. He followed along as quickly as his chunky sneakers could take him, looking down and not paying close attention to where they were going.\n\nMr. Void turned several times until he’d pulled the boy along a narrow hallway lined with vending machines. By now Billy could feel his warm pee squishing in his socks. Mr. Void came to a sudden stop and Billy bumped into his butt. Mr. Void merely chuckled. “Entres vous,” he said, holding the door open. “Hop up on the counter by the sinks and get your clothes off. I’ll make sure no one else interferes…” When the young rodent passed through, Anton closed the door and placed his own personal Do Not Disturb upon it.\n\nBilly clambered up onto the counter and started pulling his clothes off. First his sneakers, then his moistened socks. He pulled down his shorts and his tighty-whities, coloured rather yellow now that they had been so soaked. He could hardly imagine he had that much pee in him before. He felt terribly bashful getting undressed for this older strange man, but he did need to get cleaned up. He took his shirt off and made sure to keep it separate from the wet things. It was his favorite shirt, the one with the shiny silver robot on it. He loved robots and all sorts of science fiction and fantasy things.\n\nOnce the door was sealed with arcane will, Anton turned around and was pleasantly surprised. “My goodness, I didn’t even have to suggest taking your shirt off too!” He walked over and ran his paws across the boy’s tummy to his ribs. The tinglyness tickled quite a bit, making Billy wiggle. Mr. Void quietly appraised the young squirrel, tracing his hands all over, like he were an Oriental vase being inspected for cracks. For as intimidating as his presence was, his touch was very gentle and smooth.\n\nBilly gave a slight giggle as Mr. Void touched his more tickly spots near his underarms and under his belly. He wondered what the man was doing, touching him all over like that. When Mr. Void continued, Billy decided to ask. “What are you doing, Mr. Void?”\n\n“Just inspecting the clay…” he mumbled off-handedly. He turned the boy to the side and began to give him a massage to help him relax. To aid this, he added a tuneless hum that made Billy feel pleasantly dozy. Mr. Void rubbed his tingly fingers into the furry little one’s back, shoulders, legs and pawpads. Sometimes even straying to naughtier areas for just a moment.\n\nBilly wasn’t sure what was going on but as Mr. Void massaged him he felt very comfortable. His anxiety and tension began to release, and he didn’t feel quite so embarrassed anymore. The boy wiggled his toes as Mr. Void rubbed his pawpads, and giggled slightly at the tickly sensation on such a sensitive area.\n\nAnton guided the lad to slowly recline until he was lying down on the shivery cool counter. It gave him goosebumps. Otherwise he was so relaxed he felt like melting. He hardly noticed when Mr. Void leaned down and began to lick up the moisture along the legs. Something about this seemed wrong, but the humming made it hard to think.\n\nLittle Billy was in a far off place inside of himself, feeling completely relaxed. That Mr. Void was licking up the urine from his crotch seemed strange, but felt nice, so he let it continue. He shivered at each moist lick, and from the coolness of the counter. He tried to think for a moment, but found it too hard to bother, and just drifted in a sort of daydream.\n\nBilly didn’t even notice that Mr. Void wasn’t just drinking up his naughty pee. Along with the salty fluid, the shadowy man was also drinking some of Billy’s willpower. Just a bit. The lad really was an ideal choice and needed barely any persuading at all. This was just to help him remain relaxed and more open to accepting new ideas. After all, it was what the little squirrel wanted anyway. He just hadn’t been shown yet. “Billy,” he asked as he slurped, “would you like to know how I can do such interesting things?”\n\n“Mmblhmm... “ Billy mumbled, still drifting on a daydream. As Mr. Void stopped humming though, the boy became able to think again and realized the question. He thought about it, his first thoughts in a while, and he said, “Yes, Mr. Void… How do you do all this?”\n\n“Well you see…” He spoke in between licks up the boy’s legs and thighs, towards the messiest area of all. “I stumbled onto a secret. I discovered a cosmic entity with great power that lives in the sun. And, realizing that it cared very much for people, I blackmailed it with the threat of killing as many as I could unless it gave me amazing powers. I was quite a bit worse than I am now, you see. But the entity tricked me, and quite nicely so. I got what I wanted, but along with it came empathy. I actually found myself caring about the consequences to my victims, whereas before I wanted simply to make them into my toys.”\n\n“Golly.” said Billy, trying to take all that in. “So you have cosmic superpowers then? That’s rad, Mr. Void.” the boy seemed to be behaving a bit oddly, still in a slightly dazed state. “I’m glad you care about people though.”\n\n“Indeed. I care about you, little prey. Part of my power is to ‘see’ those who will be receptive to the games I like to play. I retain my strange desires, but now I can stroll about, finding perfect matches for them. You, Billy, lit up like a Christmas tree when I saw you in the bookstore.”\n\nBilly slowly blinked his eyes, the lids slipping shut, then open. “I did? Golly. So, that means you want to play games with me?” he said, sort of understanding what Mr. Void was saying as he starts to wake up.\n\n“I have… something in mind,” the crafty enigma replied. Billy was aware of his thoughts but only aware of his boyplace from the strange pleasure seeming to float around it as Mr. Void tidied it up all squeaky clean. The evil man relished the salty, dirty taste, and the sheer taboo of doing something so scandalous while normal people walked around mere feet away. In fact… With a thought, he changed the door. Billy freaked out a bit when a guy walked right in! And ignored them completely!\n\nLittle Billy started to sweat as he saw the man walk past them, ignoring them. His breathing increased as his fear of exposure rose, despite being in such a dizzy, happy place in his mind. He was confused by the extremes of relaxation and fear welling within him, and by the way the guy seemed oblivious to his nudity (he hadn’t recognized the taboo act that Mr. Void has performed on him, yet.)\n\nInstead, the other man walked past with a perfectly neutral expression, went into one of his stalls, and then began his business. “That’s another of my powers, Billy,” Mr. Void said with glee. “Perfect, permanent anonymity. I can turn it up or down like a volume knob. Someone with tastes like mine likes to keep out of sight of those who would look down upon my activities. Our guest probably just saw a father changing a baby, or whatever else would seem normal to him.” Anton was amused by Billy’s gaping mouth, as well as the boy's erection.\n\nBilly hadn’t noticed his own erection. He was just getting old enough for that, and didn’t know the sorts of things he liked yet. So it came and went at seemingly odd times. For the moment though, he didn’t look down, but at Mr. Void, still shocked.\n\nThe shadowy man waited until the other fellow finished up with a flush. He smiled in bemusement as the heavyset tomcat washed his hands in the sink not a foot away from where blatant child molesting was occurring. He didn’t so much as glance at either Anton or Billy. After he left, Anton took Billy by the paws and helped him sit up. “There we go. Now, let’s get you all ready to go home.”\n\nBilly looked over at his clothes and wondered what they would do with them. “Mr. Void,” he said, “What will we do with my clothes?”\n\nTo answer him, Anton simply picked them up and tossed them in the nearest wastebasket.\n\nBilly pouted, “Awww, but those were my favorite shoes and shirt,” he said.\n\n“I do apologize, but you won’t be needing them anymore. And if it’s any consolation, you’ll be joining them in a moment.” He walked to the trashcan and lifted the domed lid off. “Well, come on over and hop in.”\n\nBilly was rather confused by Mr. Void’s suggestion that he hop in a trashcan, and yet he found the proposition strangely exciting. He didn’t know why, but something about this seemed fun, and Mr. Void seemed to suggest it was okay, so Billy decided to do as he was told. He carefully lifted himself up and lowered his legs into the trashcan.\n\nAnton expected at least some reluctance to that. “Wow, you are really getting into this! Literally, in this case.” Billy’s clothes were soft and comfy beneath him, along with all the paper towels. Mr. Void tied up the bag tight and lifted it out. The clear plastic showed a boy-shaped outline, but that was all. “There we go. This’ll be easy enough to slip by the normals. My power has some limits, after all. Plus, it’s fun to capture you in here. Like I’m the big bad wolf running off with one of the three pigs. Poke yourself a breathing hole or two, lad.”\n\nBilly poked his finger out through the plastic in a couple places, sitting down on his pee-soaked clothes and the many discarded paper towels beneath them. “This is really weird, Mr. Void. It’s exciting too. But I feel like I’m doing something wrong.”\n\n“Sure you are!” he said brightly. “You’re playing in stinky garbage, something only naughty children do. And you’re naked in public; also a no-no.” With effortless strength he lifted the bag one-handed and walked out into the mall. “Plus you’re being complicit in a kidnapping. Or did you think I was taking you back to YOUR home?”\n\nBilly blinked a few times in confusion before saying, “You’re not?” then he sniffed and worried about what was going to happen next. Wouldn’t his parents worry about him if he disappeared?\n\nMr. Void picked up on the thought. “They might. Or I could swing by your place and influence them a little to forget all about you and devote themselves to their careers. Then you can be free and happy. With me. Won’t that be nice?”\n\nBilly gulped, “I dunno, I think I’d miss my parents a lot if they just forgot about me.” he said, clutching his puffy tail between his paws.\n\nMr. Void approached the exit. “But you’ll be too busy to miss them! In fact, I’m sure you’ll soon be having so much fun you’ll forget all about them too.” The shadowy man walked to a nondescript little car and slipped the trash-squirrel into the passenger seat, even making sure he was buckled up. He patted him on the head, then went around to the driver’s side and started the engine.\n\nBilly sat in the trash bag in the car, feeling very conflicted. He WAS having fun, though he couldn’t explain why. But he was also being kidnapped, and he was worried about his parents. He wondered what Mr. Void meant when he said he’d be having so much fun he’d forget all about his parents. That would have to be an awful lot of fun. But most of all, Billy couldn’t seem to raise the willpower to contradict Mr. Void.\n\nThe blurred gentleman smiled pleasantly as he drove home. Had Billy been able to see better, or if he weren’t squirming with arousing worries, he might have noticed that Mr. Void was ignoring all traffic lights and simply willing other drivers to decide to stop for him. “Another of my powers, dear boy, is to shape things to how they ought to be. I was thinking of doing that to you when we get home. Why don’t you think for a bit about what you’d like to be? Not just what you think you’d like to be, but what your innermost heart actually desires. It might surprise you once you find out.”\n\nBilly listened to Mr. Void’s suggestion, but didn’t fully understand it. He wasn’t sure what he’d like to be, or what his options really were. He rubbed his chest where his heart was and started to daydream of being a space hero, but then he thought of how much he would like to be a cool shiny robot. He wondered if such things were really possible, and thought himself silly for imagining that they could be.\n\nEventually the car pulled up at a very nice house in a quiet but obviously rich neighborhood. Mr. Void parked, went around to Billy’s side, then carried him to the front door. “This used to belong to a furson nearly as awful as I used to be. I suggested he might prefer to devote his life to helping the homeless. Me, for one.” The door was unlocked so he walked right in. Through the bleary trash bag, Billy could see lots of wood and burgundy. Mr. Void set him gently down in the hall while he took his shoes off.\n\nBilly sat in the trash bag on the floor, and watched Mr. Void. The house was interesting, but so was the man who brought him here. He was terribly curious what would happen next, so he sat and patiently waited for Mr. Void.\n\n“Now to show you the living room, my little trash cutie.” Anton brought him through the doorway into a vast room full of art objects and comfy furniture. He sat the boy before the sofa on the embroidered rug. “I should warn you, some of my art here may upset you at first. But there’s nothing to worry about, little prey. Please, feel free to get out of that bag. It must be all stuffy and stinky inside by now.” Billy was relieved to do so. He stretched his air hole so he could fit his head through, and then was shocked to see the heads of five other cubs mounted on the wall!\n\nBilly stared at the heads on the wall, wondering if that’s what Mr. Void intended for him. Was he in over his head here? Oh that went without saying. He took some time to tear his gaze away from the staring faces and look at Mr. Void, muzzle hanging open in shock.\n\nThe grinning man reclined on his couch, munching peanuts from a bowl on the endtable. “No running away in terror? No screams? Do I detect curiosity in your eyes? Maybe even a little envy?” He stood up and crossed to the first of the heads; a smiling young skunkboy with glasses. He skritched behind the ears. “They all volunteered, don’t worry about that. And now they’re adorable decorations, bringing me joy every day. Do you think that might be fun?”\n\nBilly wiggled his toes as he thought about it, “I’m not sure, Mr. Void. I don’t think that’s for me… but maybe… I could try it sometime… I guess…” he sounded awfully conflicted. Billy looked at the skunkboy and thought about how he’d like to be scritched like that.\n\nMr. Void went down the line, giving the five cubs a fond smile, patting or skritching each one. They all looked very happy. And unlike most taxidermies, didn’t look ‘off’. They looked like normal kids just sticking their heads through the wall. Mr. Void walked in a circle to end up at Billy’s side, amused by how he looked a bit like the cubs on the wall with his head poking out of the bag. He rubbed the squirrel’s ears too. “No… I don’t think being a trophy head is quite for you. But considering your true destiny, I can see why you’d be interested in the idea.”\n\nBilly smiled at the head rub, starting to enjoy the tingly tickly feeling of Mr. Void’s touch. Though he crossed his eyes a bit at the suggestion he had a ‘true destiny’. He asked, “What do you mean, Mr. Void?”\n\n“Not just yet, my darling. First a few preliminaries. Fish out your shirt and shoes, please, then toss the rest in my garbage in the kitchen.” He walked out of the room to a door leading to a basement, but still stayed within view.\n\nGladness was expressed on the squirrel boy’s face when he heard he could keep his favorite shirt and sneakers after all. He climbed out through the hole in the trash bag, then, still naked save for his glasses, he reached into the bag and pulled out his old clothes. He tossed out his wet things except his sneakers and shirt, then returned to Mr. Void.\n\nThe kitchen was simple and elegant. The stairs were pitch black. Mr. Void clicked on a light and bade Billy walk with him down the carpeted steps. In the basement, Billy was startled to see rows upon rows of poster-sized plaques. All of them had children’s clothing mounted upon them, plus photos and engraved names. There were dozens; all over the walls, and even a few islands to fit more in.\n\nBilly looked around the basement in awe. So many plaques, so many children. He couldn’t count them all. Billy realized there were many more plaques than heads upstairs; he wondered what had become of the others. He took a few steps forward and looked at the nearest plaque.\n\nA little yellow raincoat and two red rubber boots patterned like ladybugs. Below was a photo of a happy young mink girl and her engraved name. Mr. Void intuited what Billy was wondering. “I have many more children staying here than you have so far seen. I have fur blankets on my bed. Oh so soft. I have leather furniture. And there are some things which you would not immediately guess.” He gestured to the other wall. “This dart board for instance.” A very vague face could be seen on it. Anton whizzed a dart into it. “A very masochistic pup he used to be.”\n\nBilly watched Mr. Void throw the dart and saw it hit the dart board’s face. It took him a few moments to realize that was a furson, and then he winced. That must have hurt! “Doesn’t that hurt him Mr. Void?” Billy asked the older man.\n\n“Certainly. But he loves it. Everyone here loves what they’ve become. And I love helping them find what they are.” He left the littlefur to look at all the plaques while he took the boy’s shirt and shoes over to an empty one and hung them up. While Billy browsed the names and faces, he heard the sound of engraving. He also noticed that many of the cubs looked skinny or hurt, like they’d had hard lives. But in every photo, they were smiling.\n\nBilly clasped his paws together as he looked at the plaques and the photographs, wondering at their stories but feeling that they had a good time with Mr. Void and ended up better off. He also wondered if he could find a better life with the strange superman.\n\nBilly felt a paw land on his shoulder. “Intrigued?”\n\nThe boy blinked in surprise, and looked up to see Mr. Void. “Oh! Um, yes sir! Very intrigued.”\n\n“Good. Would you like to stand just over there and pose for your portrait?” Anton indicated the camera he was holding. “Of course… doing so will indicate that you want to become a part of my collection. Do you, little prey?”\n\nBilly gulped. “Um, I’m not sure, but I think so?” he said with a lilting tone of half-heartedness. He didn’t seem quite sure yet, though he was leaning towards it.\n\nMr. Void cocked his head. “Well, there’s the basement door if you change your mind. Head towards one or the other, but choose quickly. If you’d like to leave, I’ll take you home; no hard feelings. If you stand by the wall, I take your picture, and then I change you into something new.”\n\nBilly scrunched up his toes and wrang his paws together as he thought about it. He didn’t want to leave! Not now that things were getting so exciting! But to stay forever, just at the drop of a hat… But then, he was an adventurer wasn’t he? A detective? A boy of science! He would stay and come to understand the mysteries that abounded here! Nodding his head slowly, Billy walked over to the wall and stood with a smile on his face.\n\nA sweeter smile came to Mr. Void’s face. The little squirrel had chosen well. Of course, they always did. It’s why he chose them. He held up the camera and captured Billy’s best smile, plus a few extra shots just to be sure of getting the best for his plaque. “Allright then! Let’s go back upstairs and get you changed!”\n\nBilly didn’t know why he had an erection, but it perked up at that word 'changed'. He grew more and more excited, and he headed for the staircase with Mr. Void.\n\nBack in the livingroom, Anton instructed Billy to lie down on the couch. It was very soft and felt like lying on Jello. “Just relax. Let’s bring out the inner you…” As before, he began with a massage. Billy smiled as the fuzzy hands passed up and down his body, gently squeezing the muscles beneath the fur. The boy glanced again at the happy heads on the wall, then looked around wondering what other items in the room might have once been cubs.\n\nThe tables, the chairs, the television...golly, maybe even the couch he was laying on was some young furson turned into a seat! He looked up at the ceiling, hmm, maybe the lights? Could Mr. Void make a furson into ANYTHING? Billy wondered what would become of him in this strange furson’s home.\n\nWith his interest divided between wonderment and the pleasant feelings of Mr. Void’s paws, Billy didn’t notice that the massage started to become a little firmer. He also didn’t notice that his body was subtly changing. His fur moved back and forth over his bones, but then the bones themselves began to move. A little longer, a little slimmer. Under Mr. Void’s hands, the boy was clay to be shaped. “Enjoying yourself?” the man purred.\n\nMurring softly, Billy nodded his agreement. “Oh yes Mr. Void. Your massages feel so good!” His tail curled up in an S as he spoke, signaling his comfort. He barely noticed he was changing, though he did feel somehow different.\n\n“Good… good… Just relax. Be calm and cooperative. It feels good to be calm and cooperative, doesn’t it? Try to let your mind drift. Don’t think about what you’d like to be, but just… find a contented feeling and… drift there. Let your destiny come out. Help me shape you. I already know by now, but let your new form come to my hands…”\n\nBilly relaxed and tried to let himself be calm and cooperative, just like Mr. Void said. Calm and cooperative. He nodded, it felt good to be calm and cooperative. He let his mind drift, feeling comfortable not thinking about anything at all, really, except for faint little thoughts he didn’t even recognize.\n\nMr. Void’s voice continued caressing his mind, smooth as melted butter. “I know why you read so many sci fi books. It’s not just because they’re fun, but because they let you imagine a different world… where you can be something else… And robots too. I think perhaps, you like them because they’re… shiny.” Billy wasn’t sure what that meant, but he did feel a little shiver at the word. He started to feel goosebumps all over. Mr. Void’s hands were rubbing along his arms and legs, making them slender and smooth. Somewhat longer. Mr. Void rubbed along his throat and her voice began to change in pitch. Billy felt those static-feeling hands caress up and down his chest, reshaping her ribcage, making small breasts appear. The massage felt so nice, Billy didn’t even notice when Mr. Void’s hands moved lower to rub back and forth across her crotch. Her little erection was trembling in pleasure. A pleasure that would never quite be fulfilled. Under the sculptor’s careful molding, the little squirrelcock began to get even littler. It shrank and shrank, until it was just a little pink nub. Then, like sinking under the water, it vanished away completely into the surrounding smooth fur. “Does it feel nice, Billie?” Mr. Void asked.\n\nBillie moaned pleasantly, feeling many things that were nice indeed. She said, “Yes, Mr. Void.” then gasped at the sound of her voice, it was so different! She wiggled her fingers and toes in excitement. Her tail wiggled too, it was hard to stay still, and yet hard to move at the same time. She barely knew what sexual pleasure was, but she felt herself on the cusp of orgasm, but held there by Mr. Void’s strange power.\n\nThe mysterious man continued to shape and tweak the little squirrel’s body. He finished off all the fine details, ending by running his tingly fingers through Billie’s hair. Like a magic trick, it gained length and volume. For a final touch, he gently pressed his index fingers to the little girl’s eyes, then lifted the glasses away. “Won’t need these anymore. I’ll add them to your plaque. Besides, I want you to see and appreciate my work.” He took Billie’s hand and gave a soft tug, indicating she should try to stand up.\n\nSlowly, feeling calm and cooperative, Billie sat up on the sofa, then stood up on the floor. She looked at Mr. Void, then at herself, astounded to be able to see clearly without her glasses.\n\nBefore the little cutie could look down and figure out what had happened, Anton took her by the paw and led her across the room. “Walk this way, little one. Be careful though; you’ve got a new center of gravity now. Might take you a few steps to get used to it. Undoubtedly, blindfolding you will not help, but it’s what I must do for this next part.\" He put his tickly-tingly paw over Billie’s eyes, then led her nice and slow through the house towards his bedroom.\n\nStep by step, Billie gradually learned to move with her new body. It felt strange, yet good, and comfortable. Her longer, slimmer limbs were something she figured out without seeing, but she wasn’t sure what else had changed. She quietly followed where Mr. Void guided her.\n\n“Step up here,” Mr. Void asked, and Billie obeyed like a good girl. She felt stone under her paw. No… brick? With her other foot she stepped inside. She was unaware Anton was positioning her in front of a full-length mirror, or that she had just stepped into a small brick circle, like a tree stand. “Allright now, here’s the big moment where you see what you’ve become. But it’s still only part of the surprise. When I take my hand away, you’ll see the true new you for the first time. Are you ready?”\n\nBillie nodded her head, moving Mr. Void’s hand with it. “I’m ready Mr. Void.” she said, hoping it was true. She knew something drastic had happened to her, but she didn’t know quite what.\n\n“Allright… keep your eyes closed…” He moved his hand away, then positioned his pointer finger just behind Billie’s head. “Until… now!” Billie opened her eyes, took a moment to focus on what she was seeing, and gasped! Standing in front of her was a beautiful little girl squirrel! Petite and slender, perhaps a year or so older than Billy had been. Bright eyes, poofy little lips, pretty legs and fluffy long hair. She was so excited she cupped her cheeks in an ‘O’ of joyful surprise. Without ever realizing it, this was what she’d always wanted all along! And at her moment of greatest happiness, Mr. Void touched her scalp and she froze like a perfect snapshot.\n\nBillie stood perfectly still, perfectly happy, staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She had never realized before that she wanted to be a girl, but here she was, and it was wonderful. Awe and joy and bliss coursed through her frozen body, endlessly looping back on each other. She was a girl!\n\nMr. Void rustled the new girl’s headfur gently. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little squirrel? Lovely enough to be my decoration. But not just a decoration. You’ll see in a moment.” He bent down to pick up the brick base. Billie came along with it, still frozen in the same pose she’d now hold forever (or so far as she knew). Nary a hair moved as she was lifted and carried to the kitchen and set down on the counter. Mr. Void turned her around in the sunlight, appreciating her new body from every angle. Her dainty curves were adorably sexy, but the wide-eyed look of total shocked happiness on her face was the best part. Nodding in satisfaction, he began preparations for step two. This commenced with sticking his pointer finger up her little bum as far as it could go.\n\nBillie’s endless loop of rapture was gently disturbed by the feeling of something sliding up her tuckus, way up in there. It wasn’t something she’d ever felt before. She was too young to have experimented with sticking things up there. It was enough to shake her consciousness back to reality just a bit, and ponder what was happening to her now; though she couldn’t move to do anything about it, and wouldn’t choose to move without Mr. Void’s encouragement at this point.\n\nThe shadowy man could not only change others, but also change himself. He made his finger longer and longer. It slid in easy, producing a squirmy but oddly pleasurable feeling for little Billie. Then she felt something moving around in her tummy. Before she knew it, her bellybutton was popping out like a cork, landing on the counter below. A tiny pink nub the size of a dime. Mr. Void picked it up and tossed it into his mouth. “Chewy!” His fingertip wiggled in the hole he’d made. Billie couldn’t quite see it, but she could feel it moving around her tummyfur. Anton retracted his finger to normal, pulled it out, sniffed it, grinned, then went to get the hose. A simple nylon tube. He pushed the chilly metal end into Billie’s rear and began to push it up along the tunnel he’d made.\n\nLittle Billie was absolutely confused by this turn of events. While her brain was still wracked by the rapturous feelings of her transformation and the erotic sensations of her erased penis, she was aware of what Mr. Void was doing, but she didn’t understand any of it. What was that pink nubbin that shot out of her belly? What was that cold hose going in her tuckus for? She could only wait and see what happened next.\n\nOnce the end of the hose peeked out of the girl’s navel, Anton molded the skin around it a bit, blending it with the metal to make it stay put. The remaining hose hanging out from under the girl’s tush, he simply tucked down so that it was hidden by her legs and tail. It attached to the brick base. “That’s looking good… Now to preserve you as you are for a nice long while.” Billie could not see what was happening, but something began to dribble from above onto the top of her head. Some thick, cool liquid. Paint, maybe? She worried about it getting her fur goopy, but it did feel nice as it slowly trickled down.\n\nThe liquid gradually coated her fur from her head down to her toes, dripping and dribbling and covering her completely. She felt particularly odd about all this, was she going to be some sort of fountain statue for Mr. Void? Would she be stuck in this loop of joy while birds perched upon her and drank from around her toes? Soon she was completely coated, but coated in what?\n\nAnton watched the work of art unfold before his eyes. His grin was immense, and reflected many times in the gleaming silver metal that was now coating little Billie head to toe. Every strand of fur, every eyelash. The little squirrel raised no objection when it coated her eyes and the inside of her mouth. It froze her paws, arms, tummy and legs. Each little toe was perfectly preserved, sealed in silver. The metal didn’t just coat Billie’s body: it replaced it. The young squirrelette went from flesh and blood to flawless silver, all the way through. She felt a chilly shiver run through her as her organic organs ceased to be. When she was 100% metal, she felt whole. Complete. “This is why, little one…” Mr. Void whispered to her as he rotated her towards the refrigerator. She could now see herself reflected in the stainless steel door. “This is why you liked reading about robots so much. Some part of you always knew you wanted to be shiny…”\n\nIt so happened that Billie was in the perfect pose already to receive this new vision of herself in shining silver, and the circle of joy running through her head doubled in its intensity as she saw what she really, truly wanted to be. A shining, gleaming girl, just how Mr. Void had made her.\n\nHe could not resist running a finger along her smooth curves, now perfectly smooth, as they always would be. She was as soft as silk, as pristine as ice. “Mmmm… what a lovely statue you make. And perish the thought that I’d let you languish in the yard. No pigeons shall despoil you, little miss. Besides, as enjoyably embarrassing as I’m sure you’d find it to be seen by all those people driving by…” and here he paused to tease one of the tiny nipples that peeked through her chestfur, “there is a limit to how openly I can display my hobbies. I fear no authority, but I’d hate to have to pack up and leave my collection behind. So, into the living room you shall go, I think. I shall smile every time I look over and see you there.” With that, he began to funnel water from the sink into the brick base to start his new fountain flowing.\n\nBillie felt the cold water pulsing through her body and enjoyed every bit of it, her gleaming silver body shining as the water flowed between her legs and down her toes and into the bricks and back up again. As she stood there, she admired her form once again in the mirror finish of the refrigerator, and began to sink back into that pleasant state of thoughtlessness, just enjoying the looping feelings of joy, ecstasy, and satisfaction in her mind.\n\nMr. Void once again defied gravity by lifting Billie one-handed as he carried her to the living room. Her water was flowing perfectly now; the brickwork concealed a tiny pump. And though the water was cold, Billie didn’t feel shivery. She oddly felt a pleasant warmth. This was right. This was what she’d always wanted to be. She was home. She wasn’t a little boy, that had just been a long wait until this moment now when she could be her true self. She’d been a pretty silver fountain all along, dressed up in a squirrel boy costume. Now the costume was off and she was free. Water trickled with a happy sound from her bellybutton, down into the little pool around her toes. Mr. Void placed her just beside the bookshelf. She could see the rest of the living room, including the five cub heads and even the TV (though at an odd angle.) “You can’t speak now,” he told her, “but then, why would you want to anymore? You’re perfectly happy just as you are, aren’t you? You’d like to continue being adorable and shiny and making tinkling fountain sounds for me for years and years, wouldn’t you?”\n\nBillie would, she really and truly would. She was a happy fountain now, full of the ecstasy of just being. She beamed out pleasure, radiated happiness, and brightened the whole room with her shine.\n\n“Ah, one last thing for now…” Mr. Void went back towards the hall and picked up the book Billie had bought earlier, back when she was still pretending to be Billy. He came back and placed it in the air in front of the little burbling fountain, as if placing it on a stand. “You should be able to turn the pages if you try. Give it a go. Normally my little ones can only do such things while I’m asleep, but I’ll allow you a treat for your first day. You go ahead and read your book, Billie. You’ve been very cooperative.” He nodded and walked over to the couch. He plopped down and started pawing off, watching his reflection in his newest ornament’s shiny tummy.\n\nBillie ‘woke up’ from her rapture enough to listen to Mr. Void and understand. She saw the book in front of her and felt glad that Mr. Void was so considerate. She concentrated hard and turned to the first page of the book…\n\n***\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Little Billy Squirrel Meets Mr. Void
an RP featuring Relee Starbreeze & Alex Reynard

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Billy was in the mall bookstore looking at the science fiction and fantasy bookshelf, trying to decide what book he’d like to get next. He scrunched up his nose and adjusted his glasses, trying to get a better look at some of the titles near the top of the shelf. They were hard for the little squirrel boy to reach.

He was just at the point of giving up and walking away when a shadow passed by and startled him. The books he’d been looking at fell down from the shelf and clattered on the floor. Other customers turned to look. Billy’s cheeks flushed as he bent to pick them up. He looked around for who could have knocked the books off, but didn’t see anyone there.

Looking through the books he picked up, Billy saw one in particular that caught his eye. It was from that top shelf too. He first struggled to put the other books back (which was awfully hard when you’re as little as him).

Eventually in frustration, after reaching so high his t-shirt rode up in back, he just sat the other books down and walked towards the register with the one he wanted. Almost as soon as he turned, he heard a ‘swoop’ sound. He whipped his head around, and the books were back where they were supposed to be. A shiver went down his spine.

Billy took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. That was weird, but there must have been a reasonable explanation. He was a boy of science, after all! He looked at the book in his hands; the gleaming spaceship and robot on the cover.

He checked his pockets. Just enough! He waited in line behind a few other customers. The longer he stood there, the more certain he was that he was being watched. The other customers didn’t seem to pay him any mind, so where was the feeling coming from? He stepped up to the front of the line with his book, paid without incident, and headed for the exit. Through the front glass walls, he could see out into the rest of the mall.

The wide halls of the Oakvale Mall were filled with customers. Billy passed around and through the crowds quietly, hugging his new book to his chest. Now and again, the boy would turn his head to glance behind himself, thinking that there was someone following him, but he didn’t see anyone looking his way.

And then, up ahead, there was a bench; one of those pink-painted curvy plastic ones, with a man sitting on it. He had his arm lying casually across the armrest. He seemed to be looking right at Billy, smiling. But the little squirrel’s head hurt, because when he looked at the man his vision seemed to go all funny. Or maybe his mind. He was seeing this furson, yet not. It was like… a shadow. A blur of a furson. All Billy could have described if asked was that the man was of normal height and build, his clothes were dark, and he had a smile. Even when Billy looked right at his face, his mind wouldn’t see anything but that smile. Cold and curved. The rest was a blur. Billy pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. There was an empty seat beside the man on the bench and Billy felt a strange pull to sit down.

Billy tried to turn, to move away, but he was irresistibly drawn to sit down next to the man. He shivered the moment the man left his field of vision as he turned around and planted his chubby butt and long fluffy tail on the bench. This was all very, VERY strange, but the boy was SURE there was a rational explanation for everything.

The blurry man did nothing for a moment, then rolled his neck back to look up at the mall’s skylight. “Good afternoon, Billy. Nice day outside, isn’t it?” The voice was pleasant, but oily. It seemed to just ‘appear’ in Billy’s ears, effortlessly above the thrum of the crowd.

Billy gulped. The man knew his name somehow. He looked up at the skylight as well and saw the blue sky. It was nice out, alright. “Yes sir.” he said, trying to be polite. He tried to turn his head to look at the man more closely.

There was a vague outline of a face. Ears. A hairstyle. The man seemed very tidy overall. Still, looking at his face was like blinking into the sun. There was just a smile in the middle of a dark shape. It felt exactly like the fuzzy, vague way his dreams would supply other people. That cheshire grin opened again. “That’s a neat looking book you just bought. What’s it about?”

Billy’s eyes turned back down to his new book. He flipped it over to the back, where it had a blurb about the book’s contents. “It’s supposed to be about a space adventurer, and he fights against a robot on an old abandoned space ship.” he says.

“Oh fascinating,” the man said. “Even more fascinating is how, if I’m not mistaken, your parents have told you never to talk to strangers. And there are very few stranger than me.” He giggled at himself, then twirled his lapel between his fingers. It seemed like only his lapel and fingers became distinct for a moment, then went back to blurs when he stopped moving. “Then again, they haven’t told you much else, have they? Busy often, aren’t they? That’s why you’re here instead of home.” He spoke as lightly as if discussing a movie or a favorite food.

Billy blushed heavily, the man was right, he shouldn’t be talking to strangers. But, he shouldn’t have sat down next to one either, and he couldn’t help that. He looked down at his book and clammed up. He nodded his head in response to the man’s question, but he was feeling too bashful to give a more elaborate reply.

“Shy? Let me help you with that.” The man turned his head to Billy. “Give me your full name,” he said. His tone changed subtly, seemed to *exist* more. Billy shuddered as he swore he felt gentle fingers touch his brain. His mouth opened.

“My name is William Hubert Matheson, sir.” he said, the words feeling like they were pulled off his tongue on a string. When he was done speaking he suddenly reached up and covered his muzzle with both hands. He stared at the man with fright.

“Wonderful, Billy!” the man said. He giggled at how cute the little cub looked with such wide eyes and twitchy tail. He spoke again in his special voice. “Now, please describe the underpants you have on right now.”

Billy’s fingers slipped apart and he said, “They’re white underpants, fruit-of-the-loom.” Then his fingers closed again as he felt the words pulled from him so smoothly. He didn’t understand what was going on at all, he couldn’t stop talking to a stranger!

“No cartoon characters on them? Just plain?”

Billy nodded his head, “Yes sir,” but doesn’t say anything more this time. He rubbed his nose gently, trying not to be scared, but completely out of his element and out of control.

“That’s enough of a demonstration, I think,” the man said gently. “By now you’re well aware I am abnormal. And I know all I know about you by the simple fact you have not fled in fear by now. I am not holding you here. I may have given you little ‘nudges’, but the choice to sit and talk was yours. Isn’t that interesting? You have a frizzed-up tail and your heart’s beating fast, yet you’re intrigued.” He reached over to tap the book clutched in the boy’s little paws. “Almost as if you like the idea of having a strange and mysterious adventure come find you…”

Billy gulped. Was that true? Could he just get up and go? But he didn’t. He stayed sitting there, next to this mysterious stranger. He wondered what was going on, and he wanted to know how all of this was happening. He was at least as curious as he was afraid, but he was also, on some level that didn’t register to him yet, enjoying the power this person had over him.

“You’re a smart little squirrel,” the man said, and Billy smiled bashfully. “You want to investigate. This is a mystery, and even though you know you may be stepping into a pitcher plant, you cannot help yourself. Even a bad ending is more interesting than how your day would otherwise have gone. Am I right?”

Billy nodded his head slowly, working over the words in his head and agreeing with them. Here he was, Billy Matheson, Boy Investigator! That was like the title of a book! He smiled just the tiniest bit as he imagined himself a detective. “Yes sir.” he said at last.

“Allright then.” The man leaned over to pat the boy’s fuzzy headfur. “Both cute and cooperative. Good to see.” Billy’s cheeks turned red at being called cute.

The squirrel’s eyes cross a bit as his head’s patted. He wonders what strange thing will happen next in this series of strange events.

The man clapped his paws, glad that things were going well so far. “Now, you might be wondering if I am one of those evil men who kidnap and do terrible things to little boys. So, just to reassure you, yes I am. I am extremely evil. Fun, though. I’m like Halloween. Do you like feeling scared on Halloween, little prey?”

Billy gulped a big gulp that arched his back and curled his tail into an S shape. He worried that he was getting in over his head, then reminded himself that he was in that far when he sat down. He looked up at the man and nodded, saying “Yes sir.” again.

The grin widened as big as the harvest moon. “Then I think it’s about time for you to ask me my name, so we can be properly introduced.” Billy felt the tingle of the man’s special voice again.

The child looked up at the man and asked, “What’s your name, sir?”

“My name is Anton Void. There are very few who’ve ever heard that name, and now, little one, you’re lucky enough to be one of them. Also, I’m afraid I have to point out that in just a few moments you’re about to wet your pants.”

Billy gave Mr. Void an incredulous look, not believing the bizarre prediction the man had made. “Y-you can’t be serious, sir. I wouldn’t, I’m much too old for that…” he said, as if he was old at all.

Anton shrugged. “So sorry! Can’t be helped! You’re going to let go a flood of little boy pee all over your shorts and down your legs. And in front of all these people too! Good gracious! They’ll all see! They’ll all point at the boy with the big wet spot on his pants and go ‘tsk tsk’. Won’t that be mortifying?” he asked with glee.

Billy flushed again, his ears turning red at the very thought. “Oh yes sir, Mr. Void.” he said, stumbling over his words as he started to consider that this man could actually make such a thing happen.

More grinning. “Why, I’ve got this nutty notion you might actually ENJOY that! That even though you’ll squirm and blush and run away, some part of you will feel all funny at being the center of attention. Center stage: The Boy Who Wets! I might not have to make anything happen at all. It might just happen all on its own.” And here the man’s voice became as soft and slippery as a gliding fish. Very, very soothing to the young squirrel’s ears. “Yes, just like being in bed on a warm night when you’re full of tasty soda… Dreaming of waterfalls… And then a familiar warm sensation down below. Pleasant Comforting. It just sort of… happens, doesn’t it?”

Billy squirmed, his knees rubbing against each other as he became more antsy and confused. Was the man going to make him do it? Would he do it himself? He didn’t really like being the center of attention, did he? The very thought of it mortified him, of not only doing it, but liking it. So shameful.

Anton watched a flurry of conflicting emotions pass over the boy’s face. He was fretting so much, he wasn’t paying attention to his body. The shadowy man grinned with a trickster’s glee to lean in close and simply point to the front of the boy’s pants. He hadn’t felt a thing.

Billy looked down to where the man was pointing and gasped. His whole face turned beet red as he realized he had done just the thing he feared. He had wet his pants! His clean white undies were surely soaked with yellow now; the front of his pants a darker brown than the surrounding fabric. He quickly covered the splotch with both hands and looked around to see who was looking at him.

So far no one. Dozens of shoppers passed back and forth, but for the moment they were all focused only on themselves. But Billy knew that would change the moment he stood up. Then his wet pants would stand out like a painted canvas. The tension was incredible. And worse, he still couldn’t stop! His hands fluttered back and forth between clutching his head and trying to cover up his lap. The pee was warm as it soaked his undies and trickled all through his short fur. Rivulets tickled down his legs and into his socks and big sneakers. “So naughty!” Mr. Void playfully scolded. “Some lucky janitor is going to have to clean all that up.”

Billy whimpered mournfully for the janitor, and felt even more embarrassed that he was tinkling all over with no restraint. He couldn’t stop himself, no matter how he tried to hold it in and think of baseball. “Mr. Void! Please make me stop!” he begged, not knowing what he was asking for.

The grin widened even more, as if it were tasting a delicious dessert. “Oh, but I can’t! Because I didn’t start it in the first place!” He leaned closer, whispering right in the boy’s ear. His breath tickled. “You did this all on your own. I didn’t force you, I merely made the suggestion. Once again, little one, you did what you secretly wanted to do. I only persuaded you it was okay.”

Billy blushed as hard as he could. He wasn’t sure if Mr. Void was telling the truth or not. He wasn’t sure if he had gone because of the suggestion or because he wanted to. But he had gone, and in public too. He thought about how far away it was to go home and change his pants, and that made him feel even more embarrassed, though he could not express it outwardly any further.

The dark shadow on the bench leaned in closer to sniff. His nose wrinkled. “Such a naughty boy… And so easy to hypnotize, too. Well, I suppose we have to get you cleaned up now, don’t we?” He stood up like a clockspring and brushed off his suit. “I’ll play the helpful passerby taking you to a nearby restroom, and you play the adorably embarrassed furball with the great big stain on his pants!” He held out a paw to the boy to stand up.

Billy hesitantly extended his paw to Mr. Void, suddenly fearful and excited to touch the strange shadowy man. He could not forget his shame though, and kept the other paw covering his wet pants. Still blushing, he said “Please don’t point it out so loudly, Mr. Void!”

The paw felt like Billy was touching warm television static. His fingers tingled pleasantly, like a softer version of the sensation of one’s foot falling asleep. “Oh, no need to worry about that that. Look around!” He swung his other arm. “Is anyone else looking at me? The strange outsider in the dark tailored suit? Wouldn’t I normally stand out? Except, no one seems to see me at all. Why, I could even YELL REAL LOUD THAT THIS LITTLE SQUIRREL HAS JUST FILLED HIS SHORTS WITH WEE WEE!” Mr. Void cackled, but not a head turned.

Billy winced and squirmed at the sudden yelling, but as he dared to open his eyes he saw that nobody was looking at all. He stood up, still holding Mr. Void’s hand, and looked for the restroom.

“Right this way.” The man began to lead the boy by the paw to a place he had in mind. Billy had to hustle to keep up with his brisk strides. Along the way, he realized that, while no one seemed to notice Mr. Void, plenty of them did notice the little wet squirrel. Moms gave him sympathetic ‘oh you poor thing’ headshakes. Teens snickered. Toddlers pointed and giggled.

Billy’s face seemed like it might turn permanently red from all the blushing he was doing, though it was also sort of exciting in an unfamiliar way. Everybody was paying attention to him; the opposite of Mr. Void. He followed along as quickly as his chunky sneakers could take him, looking down and not paying close attention to where they were going.

Mr. Void turned several times until he’d pulled the boy along a narrow hallway lined with vending machines. By now Billy could feel his warm pee squishing in his socks. Mr. Void came to a sudden stop and Billy bumped into his butt. Mr. Void merely chuckled. “Entres vous,” he said, holding the door open. “Hop up on the counter by the sinks and get your clothes off. I’ll make sure no one else interferes…” When the young rodent passed through, Anton closed the door and placed his own personal Do Not Disturb upon it.

Billy clambered up onto the counter and started pulling his clothes off. First his sneakers, then his moistened socks. He pulled down his shorts and his tighty-whities, coloured rather yellow now that they had been so soaked. He could hardly imagine he had that much pee in him before. He felt terribly bashful getting undressed for this older strange man, but he did need to get cleaned up. He took his shirt off and made sure to keep it separate from the wet things. It was his favorite shirt, the one with the shiny silver robot on it. He loved robots and all sorts of science fiction and fantasy things.

Once the door was sealed with arcane will, Anton turned around and was pleasantly surprised. “My goodness, I didn’t even have to suggest taking your shirt off too!” He walked over and ran his paws across the boy’s tummy to his ribs. The tinglyness tickled quite a bit, making Billy wiggle. Mr. Void quietly appraised the young squirrel, tracing his hands all over, like he were an Oriental vase being inspected for cracks. For as intimidating as his presence was, his touch was very gentle and smooth.

Billy gave a slight giggle as Mr. Void touched his more tickly spots near his underarms and under his belly. He wondered what the man was doing, touching him all over like that. When Mr. Void continued, Billy decided to ask. “What are you doing, Mr. Void?”

“Just inspecting the clay…” he mumbled off-handedly. He turned the boy to the side and began to give him a massage to help him relax. To aid this, he added a tuneless hum that made Billy feel pleasantly dozy. Mr. Void rubbed his tingly fingers into the furry little one’s back, shoulders, legs and pawpads. Sometimes even straying to naughtier areas for just a moment.

Billy wasn’t sure what was going on but as Mr. Void massaged him he felt very comfortable. His anxiety and tension began to release, and he didn’t feel quite so embarrassed anymore. The boy wiggled his toes as Mr. Void rubbed his pawpads, and giggled slightly at the tickly sensation on such a sensitive area.

Anton guided the lad to slowly recline until he was lying down on the shivery cool counter. It gave him goosebumps. Otherwise he was so relaxed he felt like melting. He hardly noticed when Mr. Void leaned down and began to lick up the moisture along the legs. Something about this seemed wrong, but the humming made it hard to think.

Little Billy was in a far off place inside of himself, feeling completely relaxed. That Mr. Void was licking up the urine from his crotch seemed strange, but felt nice, so he let it continue. He shivered at each moist lick, and from the coolness of the counter. He tried to think for a moment, but found it too hard to bother, and just drifted in a sort of daydream.

Billy didn’t even notice that Mr. Void wasn’t just drinking up his naughty pee. Along with the salty fluid, the shadowy man was also drinking some of Billy’s willpower. Just a bit. The lad really was an ideal choice and needed barely any persuading at all. This was just to help him remain relaxed and more open to accepting new ideas. After all, it was what the little squirrel wanted anyway. He just hadn’t been shown yet. “Billy,” he asked as he slurped, “would you like to know how I can do such interesting things?”

“Mmblhmm... “ Billy mumbled, still drifting on a daydream. As Mr. Void stopped humming though, the boy became able to think again and realized the question. He thought about it, his first thoughts in a while, and he said, “Yes, Mr. Void… How do you do all this?”

“Well you see…” He spoke in between licks up the boy’s legs and thighs, towards the messiest area of all. “I stumbled onto a secret. I discovered a cosmic entity with great power that lives in the sun. And, realizing that it cared very much for people, I blackmailed it with the threat of killing as many as I could unless it gave me amazing powers. I was quite a bit worse than I am now, you see. But the entity tricked me, and quite nicely so. I got what I wanted, but along with it came empathy. I actually found myself caring about the consequences to my victims, whereas before I wanted simply to make them into my toys.”

“Golly.” said Billy, trying to take all that in. “So you have cosmic superpowers then? That’s rad, Mr. Void.” the boy seemed to be behaving a bit oddly, still in a slightly dazed state. “I’m glad you care about people though.”

“Indeed. I care about you, little prey. Part of my power is to ‘see’ those who will be receptive to the games I like to play. I retain my strange desires, but now I can stroll about, finding perfect matches for them. You, Billy, lit up like a Christmas tree when I saw you in the bookstore.”

Billy slowly blinked his eyes, the lids slipping shut, then open. “I did? Golly. So, that means you want to play games with me?” he said, sort of understanding what Mr. Void was saying as he starts to wake up.

“I have… something in mind,” the crafty enigma replied. Billy was aware of his thoughts but only aware of his boyplace from the strange pleasure seeming to float around it as Mr. Void tidied it up all squeaky clean. The evil man relished the salty, dirty taste, and the sheer taboo of doing something so scandalous while normal people walked around mere feet away. In fact… With a thought, he changed the door. Billy freaked out a bit when a guy walked right in! And ignored them completely!

Little Billy started to sweat as he saw the man walk past them, ignoring them. His breathing increased as his fear of exposure rose, despite being in such a dizzy, happy place in his mind. He was confused by the extremes of relaxation and fear welling within him, and by the way the guy seemed oblivious to his nudity (he hadn’t recognized the taboo act that Mr. Void has performed on him, yet.)

Instead, the other man walked past with a perfectly neutral expression, went into one of his stalls, and then began his business. “That’s another of my powers, Billy,” Mr. Void said with glee. “Perfect, permanent anonymity. I can turn it up or down like a volume knob. Someone with tastes like mine likes to keep out of sight of those who would look down upon my activities. Our guest probably just saw a father changing a baby, or whatever else would seem normal to him.” Anton was amused by Billy’s gaping mouth, as well as the boy's erection.

Billy hadn’t noticed his own erection. He was just getting old enough for that, and didn’t know the sorts of things he liked yet. So it came and went at seemingly odd times. For the moment though, he didn’t look down, but at Mr. Void, still shocked.

The shadowy man waited until the other fellow finished up with a flush. He smiled in bemusement as the heavyset tomcat washed his hands in the sink not a foot away from where blatant child molesting was occurring. He didn’t so much as glance at either Anton or Billy. After he left, Anton took Billy by the paws and helped him sit up. “There we go. Now, let’s get you all ready to go home.”

Billy looked over at his clothes and wondered what they would do with them. “Mr. Void,” he said, “What will we do with my clothes?”

To answer him, Anton simply picked them up and tossed them in the nearest wastebasket.

Billy pouted, “Awww, but those were my favorite shoes and shirt,” he said.

“I do apologize, but you won’t be needing them anymore. And if it’s any consolation, you’ll be joining them in a moment.” He walked to the trashcan and lifted the domed lid off. “Well, come on over and hop in.”

Billy was rather confused by Mr. Void’s suggestion that he hop in a trashcan, and yet he found the proposition strangely exciting. He didn’t know why, but something about this seemed fun, and Mr. Void seemed to suggest it was okay, so Billy decided to do as he was told. He carefully lifted himself up and lowered his legs into the trashcan.

Anton expected at least some reluctance to that. “Wow, you are really getting into this! Literally, in this case.” Billy’s clothes were soft and comfy beneath him, along with all the paper towels. Mr. Void tied up the bag tight and lifted it out. The clear plastic showed a boy-shaped outline, but that was all. “There we go. This’ll be easy enough to slip by the normals. My power has some limits, after all. Plus, it’s fun to capture you in here. Like I’m the big bad wolf running off with one of the three pigs. Poke yourself a breathing hole or two, lad.”

Billy poked his finger out through the plastic in a couple places, sitting down on his pee-soaked clothes and the many discarded paper towels beneath them. “This is really weird, Mr. Void. It’s exciting too. But I feel like I’m doing something wrong.”

“Sure you are!” he said brightly. “You’re playing in stinky garbage, something only naughty children do. And you’re naked in public; also a no-no.” With effortless strength he lifted the bag one-handed and walked out into the mall. “Plus you’re being complicit in a kidnapping. Or did you think I was taking you back to YOUR home?”

Billy blinked a few times in confusion before saying, “You’re not?” then he sniffed and worried about what was going to happen next. Wouldn’t his parents worry about him if he disappeared?

Mr. Void picked up on the thought. “They might. Or I could swing by your place and influence them a little to forget all about you and devote themselves to their careers. Then you can be free and happy. With me. Won’t that be nice?”

Billy gulped, “I dunno, I think I’d miss my parents a lot if they just forgot about me.” he said, clutching his puffy tail between his paws.

Mr. Void approached the exit. “But you’ll be too busy to miss them! In fact, I’m sure you’ll soon be having so much fun you’ll forget all about them too.” The shadowy man walked to a nondescript little car and slipped the trash-squirrel into the passenger seat, even making sure he was buckled up. He patted him on the head, then went around to the driver’s side and started the engine.

Billy sat in the trash bag in the car, feeling very conflicted. He WAS having fun, though he couldn’t explain why. But he was also being kidnapped, and he was worried about his parents. He wondered what Mr. Void meant when he said he’d be having so much fun he’d forget all about his parents. That would have to be an awful lot of fun. But most of all, Billy couldn’t seem to raise the willpower to contradict Mr. Void.

The blurred gentleman smiled pleasantly as he drove home. Had Billy been able to see better, or if he weren’t squirming with arousing worries, he might have noticed that Mr. Void was ignoring all traffic lights and simply willing other drivers to decide to stop for him. “Another of my powers, dear boy, is to shape things to how they ought to be. I was thinking of doing that to you when we get home. Why don’t you think for a bit about what you’d like to be? Not just what you think you’d like to be, but what your innermost heart actually desires. It might surprise you once you find out.”

Billy listened to Mr. Void’s suggestion, but didn’t fully understand it. He wasn’t sure what he’d like to be, or what his options really were. He rubbed his chest where his heart was and started to daydream of being a space hero, but then he thought of how much he would like to be a cool shiny robot. He wondered if such things were really possible, and thought himself silly for imagining that they could be.

Eventually the car pulled up at a very nice house in a quiet but obviously rich neighborhood. Mr. Void parked, went around to Billy’s side, then carried him to the front door. “This used to belong to a furson nearly as awful as I used to be. I suggested he might prefer to devote his life to helping the homeless. Me, for one.” The door was unlocked so he walked right in. Through the bleary trash bag, Billy could see lots of wood and burgundy. Mr. Void set him gently down in the hall while he took his shoes off.

Billy sat in the trash bag on the floor, and watched Mr. Void. The house was interesting, but so was the man who brought him here. He was terribly curious what would happen next, so he sat and patiently waited for Mr. Void.

“Now to show you the living room, my little trash cutie.” Anton brought him through the doorway into a vast room full of art objects and comfy furniture. He sat the boy before the sofa on the embroidered rug. “I should warn you, some of my art here may upset you at first. But there’s nothing to worry about, little prey. Please, feel free to get out of that bag. It must be all stuffy and stinky inside by now.” Billy was relieved to do so. He stretched his air hole so he could fit his head through, and then was shocked to see the heads of five other cubs mounted on the wall!

Billy stared at the heads on the wall, wondering if that’s what Mr. Void intended for him. Was he in over his head here? Oh that went without saying. He took some time to tear his gaze away from the staring faces and look at Mr. Void, muzzle hanging open in shock.

The grinning man reclined on his couch, munching peanuts from a bowl on the endtable. “No running away in terror? No screams? Do I detect curiosity in your eyes? Maybe even a little envy?” He stood up and crossed to the first of the heads; a smiling young skunkboy with glasses. He skritched behind the ears. “They all volunteered, don’t worry about that. And now they’re adorable decorations, bringing me joy every day. Do you think that might be fun?”

Billy wiggled his toes as he thought about it, “I’m not sure, Mr. Void. I don’t think that’s for me… but maybe… I could try it sometime… I guess…” he sounded awfully conflicted. Billy looked at the skunkboy and thought about how he’d like to be scritched like that.

Mr. Void went down the line, giving the five cubs a fond smile, patting or skritching each one. They all looked very happy. And unlike most taxidermies, didn’t look ‘off’. They looked like normal kids just sticking their heads through the wall. Mr. Void walked in a circle to end up at Billy’s side, amused by how he looked a bit like the cubs on the wall with his head poking out of the bag. He rubbed the squirrel’s ears too. “No… I don’t think being a trophy head is quite for you. But considering your true destiny, I can see why you’d be interested in the idea.”

Billy smiled at the head rub, starting to enjoy the tingly tickly feeling of Mr. Void’s touch. Though he crossed his eyes a bit at the suggestion he had a ‘true destiny’. He asked, “What do you mean, Mr. Void?”

“Not just yet, my darling. First a few preliminaries. Fish out your shirt and shoes, please, then toss the rest in my garbage in the kitchen.” He walked out of the room to a door leading to a basement, but still stayed within view.

Gladness was expressed on the squirrel boy’s face when he heard he could keep his favorite shirt and sneakers after all. He climbed out through the hole in the trash bag, then, still naked save for his glasses, he reached into the bag and pulled out his old clothes. He tossed out his wet things except his sneakers and shirt, then returned to Mr. Void.

The kitchen was simple and elegant. The stairs were pitch black. Mr. Void clicked on a light and bade Billy walk with him down the carpeted steps. In the basement, Billy was startled to see rows upon rows of poster-sized plaques. All of them had children’s clothing mounted upon them, plus photos and engraved names. There were dozens; all over the walls, and even a few islands to fit more in.

Billy looked around the basement in awe. So many plaques, so many children. He couldn’t count them all. Billy realized there were many more plaques than heads upstairs; he wondered what had become of the others. He took a few steps forward and looked at the nearest plaque.

A little yellow raincoat and two red rubber boots patterned like ladybugs. Below was a photo of a happy young mink girl and her engraved name. Mr. Void intuited what Billy was wondering. “I have many more children staying here than you have so far seen. I have fur blankets on my bed. Oh so soft. I have leather furniture. And there are some things which you would not immediately guess.” He gestured to the other wall. “This dart board for instance.” A very vague face could be seen on it. Anton whizzed a dart into it. “A very masochistic pup he used to be.”

Billy watched Mr. Void throw the dart and saw it hit the dart board’s face. It took him a few moments to realize that was a furson, and then he winced. That must have hurt! “Doesn’t that hurt him Mr. Void?” Billy asked the older man.

“Certainly. But he loves it. Everyone here loves what they’ve become. And I love helping them find what they are.” He left the littlefur to look at all the plaques while he took the boy’s shirt and shoes over to an empty one and hung them up. While Billy browsed the names and faces, he heard the sound of engraving. He also noticed that many of the cubs looked skinny or hurt, like they’d had hard lives. But in every photo, they were smiling.

Billy clasped his paws together as he looked at the plaques and the photographs, wondering at their stories but feeling that they had a good time with Mr. Void and ended up better off. He also wondered if he could find a better life with the strange superman.

Billy felt a paw land on his shoulder. “Intrigued?”

The boy blinked in surprise, and looked up to see Mr. Void. “Oh! Um, yes sir! Very intrigued.”

“Good. Would you like to stand just over there and pose for your portrait?” Anton indicated the camera he was holding. “Of course… doing so will indicate that you want to become a part of my collection. Do you, little prey?”

Billy gulped. “Um, I’m not sure, but I think so?” he said with a lilting tone of half-heartedness. He didn’t seem quite sure yet, though he was leaning towards it.

Mr. Void cocked his head. “Well, there’s the basement door if you change your mind. Head towards one or the other, but choose quickly. If you’d like to leave, I’ll take you home; no hard feelings. If you stand by the wall, I take your picture, and then I change you into something new.”

Billy scrunched up his toes and wrang his paws together as he thought about it. He didn’t want to leave! Not now that things were getting so exciting! But to stay forever, just at the drop of a hat… But then, he was an adventurer wasn’t he? A detective? A boy of science! He would stay and come to understand the mysteries that abounded here! Nodding his head slowly, Billy walked over to the wall and stood with a smile on his face.

A sweeter smile came to Mr. Void’s face. The little squirrel had chosen well. Of course, they always did. It’s why he chose them. He held up the camera and captured Billy’s best smile, plus a few extra shots just to be sure of getting the best for his plaque. “Allright then! Let’s go back upstairs and get you changed!”

Billy didn’t know why he had an erection, but it perked up at that word 'changed'. He grew more and more excited, and he headed for the staircase with Mr. Void.

Back in the livingroom, Anton instructed Billy to lie down on the couch. It was very soft and felt like lying on Jello. “Just relax. Let’s bring out the inner you…” As before, he began with a massage. Billy smiled as the fuzzy hands passed up and down his body, gently squeezing the muscles beneath the fur. The boy glanced again at the happy heads on the wall, then looked around wondering what other items in the room might have once been cubs.

The tables, the chairs, the television...golly, maybe even the couch he was laying on was some young furson turned into a seat! He looked up at the ceiling, hmm, maybe the lights? Could Mr. Void make a furson into ANYTHING? Billy wondered what would become of him in this strange furson’s home.

With his interest divided between wonderment and the pleasant feelings of Mr. Void’s paws, Billy didn’t notice that the massage started to become a little firmer. He also didn’t notice that his body was subtly changing. His fur moved back and forth over his bones, but then the bones themselves began to move. A little longer, a little slimmer. Under Mr. Void’s hands, the boy was clay to be shaped. “Enjoying yourself?” the man purred.

Murring softly, Billy nodded his agreement. “Oh yes Mr. Void. Your massages feel so good!” His tail curled up in an S as he spoke, signaling his comfort. He barely noticed he was changing, though he did feel somehow different.

“Good… good… Just relax. Be calm and cooperative. It feels good to be calm and cooperative, doesn’t it? Try to let your mind drift. Don’t think about what you’d like to be, but just… find a contented feeling and… drift there. Let your destiny come out. Help me shape you. I already know by now, but let your new form come to my hands…”

Billy relaxed and tried to let himself be calm and cooperative, just like Mr. Void said. Calm and cooperative. He nodded, it felt good to be calm and cooperative. He let his mind drift, feeling comfortable not thinking about anything at all, really, except for faint little thoughts he didn’t even recognize.

Mr. Void’s voice continued caressing his mind, smooth as melted butter. “I know why you read so many sci fi books. It’s not just because they’re fun, but because they let you imagine a different world… where you can be something else… And robots too. I think perhaps, you like them because they’re… shiny.” Billy wasn’t sure what that meant, but he did feel a little shiver at the word. He started to feel goosebumps all over. Mr. Void’s hands were rubbing along his arms and legs, making them slender and smooth. Somewhat longer. Mr. Void rubbed along his throat and her voice began to change in pitch. Billy felt those static-feeling hands caress up and down his chest, reshaping her ribcage, making small breasts appear. The massage felt so nice, Billy didn’t even notice when Mr. Void’s hands moved lower to rub back and forth across her crotch. Her little erection was trembling in pleasure. A pleasure that would never quite be fulfilled. Under the sculptor’s careful molding, the little squirrelcock began to get even littler. It shrank and shrank, until it was just a little pink nub. Then, like sinking under the water, it vanished away completely into the surrounding smooth fur. “Does it feel nice, Billie?” Mr. Void asked.

Billie moaned pleasantly, feeling many things that were nice indeed. She said, “Yes, Mr. Void.” then gasped at the sound of her voice, it was so different! She wiggled her fingers and toes in excitement. Her tail wiggled too, it was hard to stay still, and yet hard to move at the same time. She barely knew what sexual pleasure was, but she felt herself on the cusp of orgasm, but held there by Mr. Void’s strange power.

The mysterious man continued to shape and tweak the little squirrel’s body. He finished off all the fine details, ending by running his tingly fingers through Billie’s hair. Like a magic trick, it gained length and volume. For a final touch, he gently pressed his index fingers to the little girl’s eyes, then lifted the glasses away. “Won’t need these anymore. I’ll add them to your plaque. Besides, I want you to see and appreciate my work.” He took Billie’s hand and gave a soft tug, indicating she should try to stand up.

Slowly, feeling calm and cooperative, Billie sat up on the sofa, then stood up on the floor. She looked at Mr. Void, then at herself, astounded to be able to see clearly without her glasses.

Before the little cutie could look down and figure out what had happened, Anton took her by the paw and led her across the room. “Walk this way, little one. Be careful though; you’ve got a new center of gravity now. Might take you a few steps to get used to it. Undoubtedly, blindfolding you will not help, but it’s what I must do for this next part." He put his tickly-tingly paw over Billie’s eyes, then led her nice and slow through the house towards his bedroom.

Step by step, Billie gradually learned to move with her new body. It felt strange, yet good, and comfortable. Her longer, slimmer limbs were something she figured out without seeing, but she wasn’t sure what else had changed. She quietly followed where Mr. Void guided her.

“Step up here,” Mr. Void asked, and Billie obeyed like a good girl. She felt stone under her paw. No… brick? With her other foot she stepped inside. She was unaware Anton was positioning her in front of a full-length mirror, or that she had just stepped into a small brick circle, like a tree stand. “Allright now, here’s the big moment where you see what you’ve become. But it’s still only part of the surprise. When I take my hand away, you’ll see the true new you for the first time. Are you ready?”

Billie nodded her head, moving Mr. Void’s hand with it. “I’m ready Mr. Void.” she said, hoping it was true. She knew something drastic had happened to her, but she didn’t know quite what.

“Allright… keep your eyes closed…” He moved his hand away, then positioned his pointer finger just behind Billie’s head. “Until… now!” Billie opened her eyes, took a moment to focus on what she was seeing, and gasped! Standing in front of her was a beautiful little girl squirrel! Petite and slender, perhaps a year or so older than Billy had been. Bright eyes, poofy little lips, pretty legs and fluffy long hair. She was so excited she cupped her cheeks in an ‘O’ of joyful surprise. Without ever realizing it, this was what she’d always wanted all along! And at her moment of greatest happiness, Mr. Void touched her scalp and she froze like a perfect snapshot.

Billie stood perfectly still, perfectly happy, staring at her own reflection in the mirror. She had never realized before that she wanted to be a girl, but here she was, and it was wonderful. Awe and joy and bliss coursed through her frozen body, endlessly looping back on each other. She was a girl!

Mr. Void rustled the new girl’s headfur gently. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little squirrel? Lovely enough to be my decoration. But not just a decoration. You’ll see in a moment.” He bent down to pick up the brick base. Billie came along with it, still frozen in the same pose she’d now hold forever (or so far as she knew). Nary a hair moved as she was lifted and carried to the kitchen and set down on the counter. Mr. Void turned her around in the sunlight, appreciating her new body from every angle. Her dainty curves were adorably sexy, but the wide-eyed look of total shocked happiness on her face was the best part. Nodding in satisfaction, he began preparations for step two. This commenced with sticking his pointer finger up her little bum as far as it could go.

Billie’s endless loop of rapture was gently disturbed by the feeling of something sliding up her tuckus, way up in there. It wasn’t something she’d ever felt before. She was too young to have experimented with sticking things up there. It was enough to shake her consciousness back to reality just a bit, and ponder what was happening to her now; though she couldn’t move to do anything about it, and wouldn’t choose to move without Mr. Void’s encouragement at this point.

The shadowy man could not only change others, but also change himself. He made his finger longer and longer. It slid in easy, producing a squirmy but oddly pleasurable feeling for little Billie. Then she felt something moving around in her tummy. Before she knew it, her bellybutton was popping out like a cork, landing on the counter below. A tiny pink nub the size of a dime. Mr. Void picked it up and tossed it into his mouth. “Chewy!” His fingertip wiggled in the hole he’d made. Billie couldn’t quite see it, but she could feel it moving around her tummyfur. Anton retracted his finger to normal, pulled it out, sniffed it, grinned, then went to get the hose. A simple nylon tube. He pushed the chilly metal end into Billie’s rear and began to push it up along the tunnel he’d made.

Little Billie was absolutely confused by this turn of events. While her brain was still wracked by the rapturous feelings of her transformation and the erotic sensations of her erased penis, she was aware of what Mr. Void was doing, but she didn’t understand any of it. What was that pink nubbin that shot out of her belly? What was that cold hose going in her tuckus for? She could only wait and see what happened next.

Once the end of the hose peeked out of the girl’s navel, Anton molded the skin around it a bit, blending it with the metal to make it stay put. The remaining hose hanging out from under the girl’s tush, he simply tucked down so that it was hidden by her legs and tail. It attached to the brick base. “That’s looking good… Now to preserve you as you are for a nice long while.” Billie could not see what was happening, but something began to dribble from above onto the top of her head. Some thick, cool liquid. Paint, maybe? She worried about it getting her fur goopy, but it did feel nice as it slowly trickled down.

The liquid gradually coated her fur from her head down to her toes, dripping and dribbling and covering her completely. She felt particularly odd about all this, was she going to be some sort of fountain statue for Mr. Void? Would she be stuck in this loop of joy while birds perched upon her and drank from around her toes? Soon she was completely coated, but coated in what?

Anton watched the work of art unfold before his eyes. His grin was immense, and reflected many times in the gleaming silver metal that was now coating little Billie head to toe. Every strand of fur, every eyelash. The little squirrel raised no objection when it coated her eyes and the inside of her mouth. It froze her paws, arms, tummy and legs. Each little toe was perfectly preserved, sealed in silver. The metal didn’t just coat Billie’s body: it replaced it. The young squirrelette went from flesh and blood to flawless silver, all the way through. She felt a chilly shiver run through her as her organic organs ceased to be. When she was 100% metal, she felt whole. Complete. “This is why, little one…” Mr. Void whispered to her as he rotated her towards the refrigerator. She could now see herself reflected in the stainless steel door. “This is why you liked reading about robots so much. Some part of you always knew you wanted to be shiny…”

It so happened that Billie was in the perfect pose already to receive this new vision of herself in shining silver, and the circle of joy running through her head doubled in its intensity as she saw what she really, truly wanted to be. A shining, gleaming girl, just how Mr. Void had made her.

He could not resist running a finger along her smooth curves, now perfectly smooth, as they always would be. She was as soft as silk, as pristine as ice. “Mmmm… what a lovely statue you make. And perish the thought that I’d let you languish in the yard. No pigeons shall despoil you, little miss. Besides, as enjoyably embarrassing as I’m sure you’d find it to be seen by all those people driving by…” and here he paused to tease one of the tiny nipples that peeked through her chestfur, “there is a limit to how openly I can display my hobbies. I fear no authority, but I’d hate to have to pack up and leave my collection behind. So, into the living room you shall go, I think. I shall smile every time I look over and see you there.” With that, he began to funnel water from the sink into the brick base to start his new fountain flowing.

Billie felt the cold water pulsing through her body and enjoyed every bit of it, her gleaming silver body shining as the water flowed between her legs and down her toes and into the bricks and back up again. As she stood there, she admired her form once again in the mirror finish of the refrigerator, and began to sink back into that pleasant state of thoughtlessness, just enjoying the looping feelings of joy, ecstasy, and satisfaction in her mind.

Mr. Void once again defied gravity by lifting Billie one-handed as he carried her to the living room. Her water was flowing perfectly now; the brickwork concealed a tiny pump. And though the water was cold, Billie didn’t feel shivery. She oddly felt a pleasant warmth. This was right. This was what she’d always wanted to be. She was home. She wasn’t a little boy, that had just been a long wait until this moment now when she could be her true self. She’d been a pretty silver fountain all along, dressed up in a squirrel boy costume. Now the costume was off and she was free. Water trickled with a happy sound from her bellybutton, down into the little pool around her toes. Mr. Void placed her just beside the bookshelf. She could see the rest of the living room, including the five cub heads and even the TV (though at an odd angle.) “You can’t speak now,” he told her, “but then, why would you want to anymore? You’re perfectly happy just as you are, aren’t you? You’d like to continue being adorable and shiny and making tinkling fountain sounds for me for years and years, wouldn’t you?”

Billie would, she really and truly would. She was a happy fountain now, full of the ecstasy of just being. She beamed out pleasure, radiated happiness, and brightened the whole room with her shine.

“Ah, one last thing for now…” Mr. Void went back towards the hall and picked up the book Billie had bought earlier, back when she was still pretending to be Billy. He came back and placed it in the air in front of the little burbling fountain, as if placing it on a stand. “You should be able to turn the pages if you try. Give it a go. Normally my little ones can only do such things while I’m asleep, but I’ll allow you a treat for your first day. You go ahead and read your book, Billie. You’ve been very cooperative.” He nodded and walked over to the couch. He plopped down and started pawing off, watching his reflection in his newest ornament’s shiny tummy.

Billie ‘woke up’ from her rapture enough to listen to Mr. Void and understand. She saw the book in front of her and felt glad that Mr. Void was so considerate. She concentrated hard and turned to the first page of the book…

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