[b][u][center]Promoting Cursed Clothing For BlazingPelt By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] "Boss, are you shitting me?" Mick stared at the box that the boss raccoon had handed him, unable to take his eyes off the clothing inside. His boss had said that it was a reward for all the work that he'd been doing lately, and despite his situation, the rat had assumed that meant that at least some of his failures had been forgiven, or at least, that he had been able to get away with his fuck-ups. He usually did, somehow or another, but this... He pulled out the pair of panties that were inside, shaking them from side to side at the raccoon across the table. "Seriously, what the fuck is this shit?" "This is what you deserve, you asshole." "What [i]I[/i] deserve? What the fuck have I done?" "Nothing good, and that's the whole problem." The raccoon, named Will, pulled his cigar out of his mouth and ground it out in an ashtray. The cigar itself was left to sit there as the boss folded his hands together, staring at the rat just hard enough for Mick to feel a bit worried. He flashed back to the times that the boss had taught different streetwalkers and little punks that had caught his attention some lessons. The way that the boss had pinned the bitches down, fucked their asses, turned them into little whores for him...he remembered how there was almost something magical about the raccoon then, and the way that the boss stared at him, he started to understand how the little bitches had started quaking in their boots when the boss was staring at them. Will continued. "You think that I can just let you screw up again and again without some sort of punishment. Think again." "Boss, I -" "Save it." Will cut the air with a slice of his hand, and Mick knew better than to say anything else. There was no way that he was getting out of this without trouble. It just depended on the sort of trouble. But this was just humiliating. He stared in the box again. The clothing was minimal, at best. There was a miniskirt in there, a tube top, panties, and various little jeweled accessories. It would make him look like a sissy at best, and something quite a bit more feminine at worst. He growled as he ran his hands through them, feeling enough silk down there that he swore that it was all female clothing, something to make him look and feel like a bitch. He was about to throw it away, to say 'fuck it' and hope for the best, when Will cleared his throat and stopped him again. The raccoon shook his head. "If you throw that box away, then you might as well throw yourself out the door with it." "Boss..." "I've told you already. I've been letting you get away with murder for months. The men hate it, I hate it, and it obviously ain't helping you just letting everything slide. So, you are either gonna dress all girly for me, or you're gonna get booted out the door after I show you who's replacing you." Mick didn't like either of the choices, but he didn't have much in the way of options. He'd worked too hard to get this far, and knew that there was little chance of him ever rising this high again anywhere else. He knew that he was an idiot compared to most of the goons that the boss had under him, and the only thing that had carried him this far was early loyalty and the occasional success with the whores. The rat wasn't going to get that understanding with anyone else. Glancing into the box again, he looked back up. "Gotta strip down first?" The racoon nodded. "Gonna stare the whole time?" He nodded again. "Fucker." "That's mister fucker, to you." The rat looked down at the box one last time, and then grumbled. His chances getting out of this were nil, and his chances of getting through this without extensive mockery were less than that. He had to wear the girly clothes, and his boss would be seeing everything. Probably recording it, too, the ass. Mick grumbled, pulling at his belt. It didn't take long for him to get out of the greasy jeans he wore, his boots and his raggedy socks forming a pedestal for his pants. His underwear, yellowed from repeated use, followed, and his shirt landed on top of it all. Mick grumbled as he was forced to look down at himself, his slight but growing gut mixing with his broad but less-than-muscular shoulders to give him a build that didn't look anything like the sort of person that would wear that junk. But he had no choice. Mick grumbled as he dragged the pair of panties out of the box, pulling them up along his legs. The stupid things were soft, he had to admit that, and they were smooth in a way that his boxers hadn't been...but they were pink! And they slipped between his ass cheeks so fast that it was like his butt had eaten the fabric. Growling as he tried to adjust it, pulling the pink panties out from between his ass cheeks only for them to slip between the flat cheeks again, Mick could feel his boss staring at him, watching him as he put the underwear on. His dick pressed right against the front of the panties, forming an unmistakable bulge that he hated. "Stop staring." "Yeah? Try and make me." A little shudder ran down the rodent's spine. The last time that he'd tried to make Will do anything, he'd ended up with his face down in the dirt and the raccoon's cock pressed between his ass cheeks. It hadn't gone further than that, but it had made the point very clear. Will was the stronger of them, and the one that would always be on top. [i]Just get through this, and you're done. You can get back to work after that, grab a couple of whores, and you don't have to think about this shit assignment ever again,[/i] he thought. Trying to ignore the way that his dick was grinding against the front of his panties, the rat reached down and pulled the miniskirt out of the box. It was so short that he doubted that it would even reach down to the bottom of his ass. Any movement would drag it up and show his bulge in the front and his ass in the back, and... And he had to wear it. "I swear to fucking god, if you tell anyone about this -" "If I tell anyone about this, you prick, it's because you fucked up again. And because I think it'd be funny. You aren't calling any shots here, so don't pretend that you have any real authority between the pair of us." "Fuck you." "Keep it up, and I'll be fucking you." The rat shivered. It was one thing to fuck the boys that Will sometimes brought through, and another thing to tease and use the gay whores that they had as a side business. It was another thing completely to be fucked by the boss. He'd seen what the raccoon was packing. He didn't want to feel that under his tail. He dragged the skirt up his legs, letting the band rest around his waist for a few seconds before shuffling it one way and then the other. The swaying end of it rubbed against his balls through the fabric of his panties, and he blushed at the slight stirring of his dick in response to the feeling. [i]Never felt that through my boxers,[/i] he thought. He shivered as he felt the tingle of pleasure where his balls and dick pressed against the front of the panties, every little movement dragging the sensitive head along the inside of the smooth underwear. It was so much different from wearing his normal stuff, smoother and more...sexy. The second he thought that, he felt a tingle run up his spine, teasing him from head to toe and leaving him shivering. The panties he wore felt...tighter, for lack of a better way of saying it, almost as if he was growing bigger down there, but that was impossible. He had to be imagining things. But it felt good around his cock... Another tingle, and he shivered again as his hips swayed with him. Hips. He hadn't had hips before, not really. He had too scrawny a lower build for that, his ass too flat and his body pretty straight for it. But he felt his body shifting from side to side, and he looked down and stared as he realized that something wasn't right. The panties were stretched out further along his hips, he realized, the thin fabric made evermore see-through somehow, and he gasped as he realized that something had changed. He ran his hands down his sides, feeling his palms pushing out a bit as he reached down to his hips. They had grown. There was no fucking way that it was possible, but they'd grown. The skirt raised up further in the front as his body acted as if it was some faggot's rather than his, his cock throbbing and even oozing to the point where the front of the skirt looked a bit damp. Mick growled, reaching down - "Don't you fucking dare." Will's warning was the only thing that stopped him from ripping the skirt off right then and there, and even that was barely enough. His hands rested on the waistband, fingers pushing down into the gap that he'd already made, and he shivered as he tried to make himself defy the raccoon. [i]But why?[/i] The question came from the very back of his mind, and he tried to ignore it. The fact that he was wearing girly clothing, that his body was changing, that something was happening to him to make him fucking LIKE THIS wasn't enough? [i]But it's just clothes. It's not like anyone will find out. And if you stop...[/i] A different shiver ran down his spine as he remembered what would happen if he stopped. Will would fuck him. [i]Just hope that I don't want him to fuck me by the end of this...[/i] The rat took a deep breath, taking his hands from his skirt and trying to ignore the way that his hips swayed more than they should as he turned back to the last piece of clothing. The shirt that waited in the box was nothing more than a girly little top, something that would more wrap around the chest rather than cover anything on the belly or shoulders. He would look like some sort of sissy in that thing, but there was no getting around it. All he could do was put it on and hope that his boss would be done humiliating him after he turned in place a couple of times. Though he was sure that something else was going to happen if he waited too much longer... He bent forward, gasping softly as his cock ground against the front of his panties. No sooner had he done so than he felt another tingle, this time running from his hips to his ass. The rat tried to pretend that he felt nothing, but as soon as the sensation hit him, he could feel his ass swallowing up the panties again, tugging them deep between the flat cheeks...except they weren't so flat anymore. [i]This isn't happening, this isn't happening![/i] he thought, even as he felt the weight growing behind him, the sudden bounce as his ass cheeks filled, descended, and came back up again, perky and bouncy. He reached back, unable to believe what had happened, telling himself that it was just a hallucination brought on by fear. But it wasn't. Not by half. Mick gasped as he groped his own backside, feeling his ass cheeks pushing out and growing around the pair of panties, turning them into more of a thong than they already were. His fingers were pushed back by the bulky cheeks, feeling them swelling and bubbling outwards more and more with every second. He touched them, groped them, squeezed them, and there was so little difference between them and the whores that he enjoyed that he could hardly believe it. [i]It's like feeling Jenny instead of me,[/i] he thought, and the mental image of the fat-assed lizard that he had enjoyed in the past filtered through his head. The second he remembered that reptile, his cock throbbed, and that in turn only fed into more for him. The rat slumped forward, gasping and panting as his ass cheeks continued to swell, going from flat to prodigious, and from prodigious to just flat-out huge. He could feel them pushing the skirt up in the back, keeping it from covering him properly. His tail went up before he could stop it, and he could feel the eyes of the raccoon looking at him from behind. [i]Damn, damn, damn,[/i] he growled in his head, trying not to think about how it looked. He was bent over like some sort of bitch, his tail up high as if he was offering himself. [i]Gotta...gotta...[/i] He reached for the shirt, hoping that if he just finished this, he would be done, and he could get out of this without losing any more of his pride. If he could put it on, maybe he could just leave, and Will wouldn't have to threaten to fuck him anymore. The memory of the raccoon's cock against his ass the last time he disobeyed, the last time that he had tried to make Will bend to him, filled his head. That thick, heavy, huge cock rubbing between his ass cheeks, so big that it would have split him right in two, so huge that it had terrified him into obedience. It was more than enough to make his cock drool, now, making a wet spot in his panties that ran along the entire front of his bulge down to his balls, and he shivered as he was forced to grind against that as he fumbled for his shirt. [i]Not me, not me, not me...[/i] And yet... Yet it was him. He could feel the transformation going through his body, hating every second of it, but feeling it begging him to submit. There was a part of him that wanted to feel that heavy, huge raccoon cock up his ass, and he shivered every time that he imagined it breaking him down, making him submit. A tingle arced across his chest like an electric current, and he gasped as he turned his head down to see his nipples rising up, pushed forward by the beginnings of little nubs, almost like a teenage girl starting to get the beginnings of her breasts. He tried to think that he was imagining things, but even as he tried to stand up with the shirt, he could feel them swaying, bouncing. No, they were real, more real than he could believe. He dragged the shirt on as fast as he could, trying to keep himself from thinking about the implications. These clothes. They had to be what was responsible for the transformation, for making him turned on about it. They had to be what had caused this for him. As soon as he took them off, he'd go back to normal...right? [i]Please, please, please, fuck, please let that be the way it works,[/i] he thought, groaning as he pulled the tight tube top that he had been given around his chest. Even then, his new 'breasts' were pushed forward a bit, shown off in a way that humiliated him. The tight, hard nipples poked forward more than anything else, as if they were inviting someone to grab them and tug them. And then, Will spoke up again. "Heh, looks good on you, Mick." He whipped his head around, intending on giving the raccoon a good tongue-lashing, but as soon as he did, he felt the way that the outfit ground against his chest, pinching at his nipples, his panties cupping his cock - "Nnngh!" And he fell to his knees, shivering as the skirt rode up and showed off his ass, his big, bouncy ass. He couldn't stop himself, the tingle running up and down his spine, making his ass clench and filling his brain with something else. A need...a powerful need to...to shake his butt for his boss. So he did. As he shook his rump back and forth, swaying it from side to side, the need to be fucked filled his head again. Once more, his hole clenched, the emptiness inside almost overwhelming him. The rat moaned, lowering his head, and then his chest to the ground, presenting himself to the raccoon with every intention of trying to crawl away...but he couldn't bring himself to do it. [i]Need dick...need dick...[/i] Mick could feel the thought flooding his head every time that he tried to pull away, always preceded by some sort of tingling shock, as if it was being forced in there. But...but... [i]Need cock...need to be fucked...[/i] "Nnngh..." "Looks like you need something there, Mick." The raccoon joined him, and the cock was no longer a memory. It flopped down on his ass, nudging against the panties for a second before the pink cloth was pulled to the side. "Why don't you let me help you, huh?" "Please..." He didn't know if he was begging for dick or for this to stop, but as soon as Will slammed in, he wasn't doing anything at all. After all, girly-bois didn't [i]do[/i] anything. They just [i]got[/i] fucked. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]