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That is, no internet, games, or anything fun for a 21-year-old to enjoy. Still holding angst with his parents' divorce, he's not willing to accept this 'Sharon' woman into his life quite yet. However, that all changes when an interesting app suddenly appears on his phone, able to tf anything and everything into a mannequin! When he gets fed up with the unconditional kindness and coddling from his step mom, he uses the app on her! And what's this? The app turns the mannequins into sex toys, too?\n\nThis was a trade with :iconMagiciantf:, a long time in the making. We gave eachother sonas to work with, a basic idea, and let eachother go wild. \nI got surprisingly dark with this story. I had no idea I could get so... angsty? I don't know, it comes off as cringy a bit. Either way, wow. Go read their half of the trade. The spanish to english translation is pretty good too! See what happens with a different universe [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56277676/]Robyn[/url] and [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/56109057/]Avi[/url]\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61038359/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Yami is at his stepmom's house for the weekend, trapped in the dark ages. That is, no internet, games, or anything fun for a 21-year-old to enjoy. Still holding angst with his parents' divorce, he's not willing to accept this 'Sharon' woman into his life quite yet. However, that all changes when an interesting app suddenly appears on his phone, able to tf anything and everything into a mannequin! When he gets fed up with the unconditional kindness and coddling from his step mom, he uses the app on her! And what's this? The app turns the mannequins into sex toys, too?

This was a trade with :iconMagiciantf:, a long time in the making. We gave eachother sonas to work with, a basic idea, and let eachother go wild.
I got surprisingly dark with this story. I had no idea I could get so... angsty? I don't know, it comes off as cringy a bit. Either way, wow. Go read their half of the trade. The spanish to english translation is pretty good too! See what happens with a different universe Robyn and Avi

As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61038359/", "writing": "[center]The Mannequin App[/center]\n\n“The hell am I supposed to do all weekend?” Yami asked as he fiddled with his phone. He sat on his bed, his fox-like tail whipping back and forth restlessly. “I can’t go out, I can’t text my friends because my signal is awful, what good is it coming over to Sharon’s house?” He sighed and tossed his phone onto the bed. “‘You need to spend time with your step-mom, Yami. She loves you and wants to get to know you better.’ Yeah, whatever, Dad.” \n\nThe door opened in the guest room, and a gangly but kind-faced vixen entered. “Oh, Yami, you’re awake.” She stood in the doorway, the apron draped over her thin body, which could have been wrapped around her twice if she wanted. “I wondered if you were going to get up. Come on, I have pancakes on the griddle.” The dark blue sweatpants were stained with pancake batter, and an old concert tee draped over her body, acting like more of a robe than a form-fitting garment.\n\n“Yeah, ok, whatever.” Yami sighed.[i] I’m already 21, so why do I have to do this?[/i] I should be out and finding a job. The BatFox scrunched his nose at the sight of her. Why did his father have to divorce his mother for this woman?[i] Just look at he[/i]r! He thought to himself.[i] She’s a fuckin’ twig[/i]! Unlike his mother, who was a buxom, beautiful woman who could very well have been a fashion model, this woman couldn’t have been any more opposite. Her gangly frame bade her look like a skeleton in a bad horror game on a retro console. The thin, stringy fur was even starting to fray in some patches of her body, and her tail got cut off at some point in her life! \n\nSharon kept the smile on her face as she turned around. “Ok, grumpypuss. What’s the matter?” She bent over, unintentionally revealing her lack of cleavage—a real cutting board.\n\n“NOTHING!” Yami’s ears shot to the ceiling with frustration. “You’re just boring!” He grabbed his phone. “See this?” He pointed to his phone screen, not even noticing that the lockscreen picture of a scantily clad bat had turned on. “No signal. How am I supposed to do anything?”\n\n“I have board games,” Sharon said, ignoring the lewd image on his phone. He was young afterall. She flashed that cordial smile that Yami hated. “You’ll find that unplugging for a while is good for you.” Smoke began to fill the room. “OH NO!” She slammed the door and ran into the kitchen, the fire alarm above the stove beeping and sounding off.\n\n“Damn fucking bitch,” Yami bemoaned. “Doesn’t she know what it’s like in THIS century?” He scoffed and returned to his phone. “What games do I have on here that are offline?” He scrolled through the several screens of garbage mobile games that he had downloaded thanks to ads on Utube. “Bet there aren’t any.” \n\nAfter his third cycle, one caught his eye. A pink icon with a grey silhouette of a naked woman. No name underneath the icon. “Fuck is this?” He tapped it, and his phone opened to the camera. No pop-ups, no instructions, no menus. “Did Sprig download this bloatware at some point?” He aimed the camera at various objects, thinking it was a filter of some kind. “No…” He aimed the camera at a spare shirt that he left on the bed the night before and pressed the shutter button. \n\nWith a flash and a snap, his shirt was gone. In its place was half of a plastic mannequin. Yami panicked, dropping his phone on the bed and scrambling toward the headboard. “What the hell?!” There was no trace of his white shirt anywhere, just the top half of a mannequin. Its mouth was wide open, the plush lips in an alluring O shape. “Is that?” He couldn't finish his sentence. He thought he knew what it was. One of his friends in school had a collection of them. Yami dared to reach out and touch it. “Oh my god, it is.” The mannequin's lips were actually the outer folds of a Fleshlight. “Where's my lube? I have to try this!” \n\nYami dove for his backpack by the dresser. His bat wings flapped excitedly as he dug past his spare clothes and laptop, which was practically useless without an internet connection. “Where is it?” After searching through a few pouches, he found what he was looking for. “Yes!” The clear bottle with a pure white, thick goop had served him well over the last month, and today would be no different. He pulled his basketball shorts off and let his fully erect canine cock fly free. Bright red and eager to test out this new toy, he poured lube onto it, stroking himself off and holding his moans back, forgetting that his door was unlocked.\n\nYami mounted the new plastic toy awkwardly. [i]How am I supposed to use this?[/i] He tried sitting on its chest, but he felt its hollow chest cave a little. Next, he tried holding it up, moving it back and forth as one would with an onahole. Yami shuddered as his lubricated cock penetrated the fleshy created hole. It felt like the real deal! Ok, he didn't actually know that, but he imagined that it was just as amazing. The ridges inside the narrow, supple opening sent him over the moon. But the mannequin's body was too heavy and making it awkward to shove the wet mouth over his cock. With a swift punch, he sent the body flying to the floor, leaving the head clinging to his ten inch cock. \n\n“Perfect,” Yami said contentedly. He continued to pleasure himself. However, it didn't last too long.\n\n“Yami, darling.” A voice called from just behind the door. “Breakfast is ready if you-” Sharon opened the door and screamed. “Oh my goodness!”\n\nYami had the most embarrassed deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Caught red-handed, with his pants down, in the act! [i]Mother fucker![/i] His thoughts shouted. [i]Fucking bitch![/i] “God damn it! Don't you know how to knock?!” His obscenities leaked from his thoughts and out of his mouth, not even aware of what he was saying. His frustrations had gotten the better of him. Any filters that may have been in place had shut off, unleashing pure rage.\n\n“Young man, what are you doing?!” Sharon covered her face in surprise. \n\n“What's it look like I'm doing?” Yami asked with an annoyed, matter-of-fact tone, continuing to mouth off. “I'm jerking off. It would be even better if I had some porn or hentai to watch, or at the very least a dial up connection to look at pics online, but you ain't even got that!” He didn't even bother covering himself up. The pit had been dug, and he was willing to live in it.\n\nSharon stammered. “I-I-I’m so sorry…” Her hands felt cold against her steaming face. “I should have knocked.” She was so flustered that she gave in to his shouting. How was she supposed to know that he was in the middle of pleasuring himself? Didn’t people use socks on the door anymore? Her curiosity was urging her to peek. If she couldn't learn anything about her stepson willingly, she could at least look at him, right? But seeing his dick felt so taboo. She peeked through her fingers, catching sight of his junk. The red rocket in his hands was throbbing, glistening with precum oozing from his tip.\n\nIt was then that Yami got an idea. A deliciously evil idea. “Yeah, you should have.” He reached for his phone and smirked. “Now you're gonna apologize.” Opening the app with his phone, he aimed the camera at Sharon.\n\n“I'm your mother, Yami. You don't talk to me that way.” All desires that loomed over her had disappeared.[i] This isn't how a mother behaves,[/i] she told herself. Sharon pointed an accusatory finger at the fox and put on a stern face. “Cover yourself up and-” \n[i]\nFLASH[/i]\n\nSharon’s body froze in place. She tried to protest but found that her mouth wasn’t cooperating. Her arm shot to her sides, fingers relaxing and going numb. In fact, her whole body was numb. [i]OH MY GOD! WHAT’S HAPPENING!?[/i] Her fur began to fall from her body, covering the floor, leaving a creamy white shell in its wake, sweeping over her like a shield. It ignored the apron, sweatpants, and t-shirt entirely.\n\nYami knelt on the bed, watching the sight unfold, completely in shock. The phone in his hand vibrated, alerting him that the process was underway. A progress bar slowly filled as more of Sharon’s body was covered. “What the fuck?” His gaze darted back and forth from his phone to the transforming vixen. “How is… why is… WHAT?!” A flashing button in the upper corner of the screen caught his attention. ‘Undo.’ Yami debated on whether or not to stop this. There was something satisfying about watching this pest get her just deserts, at least in his eyes. Sharon stared at him with wide, pleading, amber eyes. Guilt hit him for only a second, as the shell waxed over her face, blocking everything from view. Her body fell to the floor with a hollow clatter.\n\nThe sound seemed to echo through the room like a wild accusation. What just happened? Yami fell backwards, his boner fading away, slipping to not only his sheath, but fear. “Uh… Sharon?” He got up slowly, approaching his step-mother, or what had become of her. Yami poked her with his claw, a tapping noise reverberating through his bones. “Oh god. I, uh uhuhuhuhuh,” he stammered. Sharon felt like plastic. He knew what she [i]looked [/i]like, but he didn’t want to admit it was happening. “There’s no way. I’m being punked.” He stood up. “Where are the cameras?” His eyes darted around the dark room. “Come on, this has to be a joke.”\n\nBut this wasn’t a trick. Sharon, his stepmother, a living being, had turned into a mannequin. It was facedown on the floor of his room. Yami was afraid to touch her, but he leaned down to grab it by the shoulders and pick it up. What awaited him nearly sent him to his knees. Faceless, aside from a pair of puffy, moist, O-shaped lips. \n\n“Yami?” A voice called from the kitchen. \n\n“Fuck,” The FoxBat said under his breath. He forgot that his older sister was here too! “Yeah, sis?”\n\n“Let Mom know that her pancakes are absolutely divine, ok? Wherever she ran off to.” A jingle of keys. “I have to run to work,” the voice sighed. “Something with the Johnson account. You be nice to her, ok?”\n\n“Yeah, uh,” he hesitated. “Will do!” The door slammed, and he heard a car pull out of the gravel driveway. Yami returned his gaze to the mannequin in his hands. Just like his shirt, Sharon had become a sex toy. Not only has her mouth been replaced by an onahole, but her breasts had exploded in size, large enough to give a titjob, like in that porn he liked watching. Her ass looked so big. “Don’t tell me,” he said to himself as he labored to flip the heavy body over, the breasts acting as a counterweight. Sure enough, as he pulled her sweatpants down her plastic legs, above the improved, jiggly thighs and asscheeks, sat a pussy and asshole onahole between the mountains of ass meat. Yami felt his fears melt away, thinking he had some entertainment for a while. He reached for his bottle of lube, hoping it was gonna be enough. His dick agreed that this new toy was gonna be very fun to break in, standing erect and twitching with anticipation.\n\nYami threw Sharon's plastic body fsce down over the edge of the bed, her exposed ass as dick height, prime for penetration. Pouring an ample amount of lube into the silicone pussylips, he primed his former relative for penetration. “Sorry, Sharon,” he said condescendingly with a smirk. “We just didn't see eye to eye.” His boner pressed against the wet, slippery lips, aching to be thrust inside. “Here goes.” \n[i]\nSLAM[/i]\n\n“HOOOOO MY GOD!” He only wished that this was a real pussy. Along the inside of the toy's cavity sat ridges and bumps, ready to caress any manhood that dared to enter. The moisture from the lubricant and precum from Yami's aching red rocket mixed into an unholy fluid, sending Yami so close to premature ejaculation that he screamed in euphoria. “Fuckin ey!” He shouted as he nearly jizzed into the toy within seconds as his body quivered in the euphoria of sick defilement. \n\nA wave of anger burned his body. Pure frustration made his blood boil. Despite his virginity, he knew damn well what this exploratory sex was becoming. Hate fucking. A voice within him tried to stop him, but he was too lost in the sauce to listen. \n\n“You snatched my father from my mom,” he said with a scowl.” He started thrusting, venting his hatred. If he didn't know better, his green eyes were turning yellow with the sheer amount of anger that flowed within him. “You took him away!” With every slap his flesh against her soft, silicone rear, he sank deeper into his visceral emotions. “I hate you!” Yami flipped her over, spinning the doll's heavy body around his dick. “I wanna see your face as I defile you!” His wings began shaking. His tail curled. His teeth were barred. Yami felt a powerful throbbing in his member. His seed spewed into the doll, staining the artificial womb white. “RAAAAAAAH! Yami shouted in raw anger. \n\nYami didn't stop. Hours passed. He lost count of how many times he applied more lube to his new toy. When he tired of her pussy, he yanked his knot out and switched to the mouth. However, it was far too awkward to thrust into it while attached to the body. He yanked the head off and used it like a fleshlight, thrusting at breakneck speeds, the emotions that had built up during the divorce proceedings over the last three years finally reaching a breaking point.\n\n“It's all your fault!” Yami shouted with tears in his eyes. “Mom wouldn't have left if Dad had never met you!” He rammed his cock into the fake mouth, his tapered tip hitting the far end of the plastic head. As his knot made wet, sloppy sounds, sliding in and out of the onahole, continued to disparage the former human, his unbridled and undeserved rage nearing an end. “I don't care if you're nice!” Yami shouted, nearing the end of unfiltered insults. “I don't care if you treat us like the family you never had! I don't care if your love is unconditional! I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE!” His voice was strained, sounding like Batman if he smoked a pack a day. His cock unloaded his sperm for the umpteenth time. “I! DON'T! CAAAAAAAARE!” Semen squirted from around his knot, the cavity overloaded. \n\nYami fainted from sheer emotion, the head still on his cock.\n\n\n\n\nLater that evening, his sister pulled back into the house. “Yami,” she called as she entered. “Sharon?” She hung up her coat on the coat rack. “How was your binding time?” The griddle from this morning was still on, dried pancake batter on the counter. [i]“That's totally not creepy,[/i]” the bat said cautiously. “Yami?!”\n\nIt was the sound of a distant voice in his dream. Someone was calling to him. “Yami!” Yami awoke. His head was pounding. “Yami, where are you?”\n\n“I’m, oh god,” he stumbled as he rose, feeling something weighing his body down. “I’m in my room,” he groaned. Yami reached for whatever was hanging from his body and felt something cold, sticky, and plastic. His eyes shot open. Sharon, or what what had become of her anyway, was still knotted on his cock. The horrific sight would have sent anyone screaming into a screaming, howling fit. \n\n“Have you seen Mom?” His sister called. Her footsteps were getting closer. \n\nYami darted for the door and closed it just as his sister was within visibility of the contents in the room. “I’m not decent,” he said nervously. It wasn’t a total lie. He was naked, and a mannequin head was dangling from his manhood. Anyone would certainly call that not decent.\n\n“Oh, sorry,” his sister said apologetically. “Hey, have you seen Mom?” She stood outside the door, questioning him, unsure of what had transpired while she was out and about.\n\n“Uh….” Yami tried his best not to sound suspicious as all hell. “No, I was sleeping the entire time after you left. He picked up the body, wondering where he could stash it or dispose of it. He was so tired that it was hard to lift. \n\nShe harumphed. “Wow, super rude of you. She was telling me all about how she wanted to bond with you and everything. Don’t you make noise to ignore me!” The clattering of carrying the mannequin around was not helping his case. “I don’t care if you’re naked, young man, I’ll come in there and give you a piece of my mind!”\n\nYami stopped. “First of all,” he said calmly but with a stern tone, “I am 21, an adult. Second. You are not my mom. Don’t treat me like your child, Vera.” He faced the door, no longer caring if she barged in. If she saw the mannequin and started questioning, he’d just use that weird app on her, too. “And third,” Yami said, raising his voice only slightly. He could practically feel his sister’s heat from the other side of the door. “This divorce was just as hard on you as it was on me. I need some time.” He approached the door and leaned against it, feeling his sister do the same. Even with a door between them, they could feel the raw emotion between them. Vera didn’t have a leg to stand on here.\n\n“You’re right.” Vera slid down the door and sat on the floor. “I’m sorry.”\n\n“I’ll try tomorrow, ok?”\n\n“Alright.” She punched the door softly. “I’m gonna hold you to it, bro.” \n\nYami punched the door back. “I know you will.” ‘Heh, if you can find her.’\n\n\n\n\nLate that night, Yami borrowed the car to drive into town. No matter what, he couldn’t have Anyone, Vera, Dad, or the police discovering what he had done. Stopping behind a random store downtown, he pulled the mannequin out of the trunk. Yami had thought this through. Once he thoroughly cleaned the mannequin with soap, water, [i]and [/i]hydrogen peroxide for good measure, he ripped out the onaholes from the doll’s groin. ‘No one’s tracing this back to me,’ he thought as he awkwardly threw it into the dumpster. Getting back in the car, he looked in the passenger seat. He had kept the head and intended to use it repeatedly until he grew tired of it. “A reminder,” he told himself, “of what happens to people that cross me.” \n\n\n\n\nA week had passed, and there was no sign of Sharon anywhere. As he was downtown, passing out Missing Person flyers and faking as much sorrow as possible, he ran across a store in the downtown strip. In the window was the mannequin that he had thrown out! On its waist was a massive diaper with childish patterns. With a bib wrapped around its neck, and a pacifier in the mouth of a replacement head. “What the hell?” He stared at the remains of Sharon in bafflement. Then he laughed. He couldn’t hold it in. It betrayed any crocodile tears that he had practiced. “It’s only fitting that you’d end up like this.” He didn’t know why he said that, it just felt like something to say; something to satisfy his sadistic revenge plan. It all came full circle. 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The Mannequin App


“The hell am I supposed to do all weekend?” Yami asked as he fiddled with his phone. He sat on his bed, his fox-like tail whipping back and forth restlessly. “I can’t go out, I can’t text my friends because my signal is awful, what good is it coming over to Sharon’s house?” He sighed and tossed his phone onto the bed. “‘You need to spend time with your step-mom, Yami. She loves you and wants to get to know you better.’ Yeah, whatever, Dad.”

The door opened in the guest room, and a gangly but kind-faced vixen entered. “Oh, Yami, you’re awake.” She stood in the doorway, the apron draped over her thin body, which could have been wrapped around her twice if she wanted. “I wondered if you were going to get up. Come on, I have pancakes on the griddle.” The dark blue sweatpants were stained with pancake batter, and an old concert tee draped over her body, acting like more of a robe than a form-fitting garment.

“Yeah, ok, whatever.” Yami sighed. I’m already 21, so why do I have to do this? I should be out and finding a job. The BatFox scrunched his nose at the sight of her. Why did his father have to divorce his mother for this woman? Just look at her! He thought to himself. She’s a fuckin’ twig! Unlike his mother, who was a buxom, beautiful woman who could very well have been a fashion model, this woman couldn’t have been any more opposite. Her gangly frame bade her look like a skeleton in a bad horror game on a retro console. The thin, stringy fur was even starting to fray in some patches of her body, and her tail got cut off at some point in her life!

Sharon kept the smile on her face as she turned around. “Ok, grumpypuss. What’s the matter?” She bent over, unintentionally revealing her lack of cleavage—a real cutting board.

“NOTHING!” Yami’s ears shot to the ceiling with frustration. “You’re just boring!” He grabbed his phone. “See this?” He pointed to his phone screen, not even noticing that the lockscreen picture of a scantily clad bat had turned on. “No signal. How am I supposed to do anything?”

“I have board games,” Sharon said, ignoring the lewd image on his phone. He was young afterall. She flashed that cordial smile that Yami hated. “You’ll find that unplugging for a while is good for you.” Smoke began to fill the room. “OH NO!” She slammed the door and ran into the kitchen, the fire alarm above the stove beeping and sounding off.

“Damn fucking bitch,” Yami bemoaned. “Doesn’t she know what it’s like in THIS century?” He scoffed and returned to his phone. “What games do I have on here that are offline?” He scrolled through the several screens of garbage mobile games that he had downloaded thanks to ads on Utube. “Bet there aren’t any.”

After his third cycle, one caught his eye. A pink icon with a grey silhouette of a naked woman. No name underneath the icon. “Fuck is this?” He tapped it, and his phone opened to the camera. No pop-ups, no instructions, no menus. “Did Sprig download this bloatware at some point?” He aimed the camera at various objects, thinking it was a filter of some kind. “No…” He aimed the camera at a spare shirt that he left on the bed the night before and pressed the shutter button.

With a flash and a snap, his shirt was gone. In its place was half of a plastic mannequin. Yami panicked, dropping his phone on the bed and scrambling toward the headboard. “What the hell?!” There was no trace of his white shirt anywhere, just the top half of a mannequin. Its mouth was wide open, the plush lips in an alluring O shape. “Is that?” He couldn't finish his sentence. He thought he knew what it was. One of his friends in school had a collection of them. Yami dared to reach out and touch it. “Oh my god, it is.” The mannequin's lips were actually the outer folds of a Fleshlight. “Where's my lube? I have to try this!”

Yami dove for his backpack by the dresser. His bat wings flapped excitedly as he dug past his spare clothes and laptop, which was practically useless without an internet connection. “Where is it?” After searching through a few pouches, he found what he was looking for. “Yes!” The clear bottle with a pure white, thick goop had served him well over the last month, and today would be no different. He pulled his basketball shorts off and let his fully erect canine cock fly free. Bright red and eager to test out this new toy, he poured lube onto it, stroking himself off and holding his moans back, forgetting that his door was unlocked.

Yami mounted the new plastic toy awkwardly. How am I supposed to use this? He tried sitting on its chest, but he felt its hollow chest cave a little. Next, he tried holding it up, moving it back and forth as one would with an onahole. Yami shuddered as his lubricated cock penetrated the fleshy created hole. It felt like the real deal! Ok, he didn't actually know that, but he imagined that it was just as amazing. The ridges inside the narrow, supple opening sent him over the moon. But the mannequin's body was too heavy and making it awkward to shove the wet mouth over his cock. With a swift punch, he sent the body flying to the floor, leaving the head clinging to his ten inch cock.

“Perfect,” Yami said contentedly. He continued to pleasure himself. However, it didn't last too long.

“Yami, darling.” A voice called from just behind the door. “Breakfast is ready if you-” Sharon opened the door and screamed. “Oh my goodness!”

Yami had the most embarrassed deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Caught red-handed, with his pants down, in the act! Mother fucker! His thoughts shouted. Fucking bitch! “God damn it! Don't you know how to knock?!” His obscenities leaked from his thoughts and out of his mouth, not even aware of what he was saying. His frustrations had gotten the better of him. Any filters that may have been in place had shut off, unleashing pure rage.

“Young man, what are you doing?!” Sharon covered her face in surprise.

“What's it look like I'm doing?” Yami asked with an annoyed, matter-of-fact tone, continuing to mouth off. “I'm jerking off. It would be even better if I had some porn or hentai to watch, or at the very least a dial up connection to look at pics online, but you ain't even got that!” He didn't even bother covering himself up. The pit had been dug, and he was willing to live in it.

Sharon stammered. “I-I-I’m so sorry…” Her hands felt cold against her steaming face. “I should have knocked.” She was so flustered that she gave in to his shouting. How was she supposed to know that he was in the middle of pleasuring himself? Didn’t people use socks on the door anymore? Her curiosity was urging her to peek. If she couldn't learn anything about her stepson willingly, she could at least look at him, right? But seeing his dick felt so taboo. She peeked through her fingers, catching sight of his junk. The red rocket in his hands was throbbing, glistening with precum oozing from his tip.

It was then that Yami got an idea. A deliciously evil idea. “Yeah, you should have.” He reached for his phone and smirked. “Now you're gonna apologize.” Opening the app with his phone, he aimed the camera at Sharon.

“I'm your mother, Yami. You don't talk to me that way.” All desires that loomed over her had disappeared. This isn't how a mother behaves, she told herself. Sharon pointed an accusatory finger at the fox and put on a stern face. “Cover yourself up and-”

FLASH

Sharon’s body froze in place. She tried to protest but found that her mouth wasn’t cooperating. Her arm shot to her sides, fingers relaxing and going numb. In fact, her whole body was numb. OH MY GOD! WHAT’S HAPPENING!? Her fur began to fall from her body, covering the floor, leaving a creamy white shell in its wake, sweeping over her like a shield. It ignored the apron, sweatpants, and t-shirt entirely.

Yami knelt on the bed, watching the sight unfold, completely in shock. The phone in his hand vibrated, alerting him that the process was underway. A progress bar slowly filled as more of Sharon’s body was covered. “What the fuck?” His gaze darted back and forth from his phone to the transforming vixen. “How is… why is… WHAT?!” A flashing button in the upper corner of the screen caught his attention. ‘Undo.’ Yami debated on whether or not to stop this. There was something satisfying about watching this pest get her just deserts, at least in his eyes. Sharon stared at him with wide, pleading, amber eyes. Guilt hit him for only a second, as the shell waxed over her face, blocking everything from view. Her body fell to the floor with a hollow clatter.

The sound seemed to echo through the room like a wild accusation. What just happened? Yami fell backwards, his boner fading away, slipping to not only his sheath, but fear. “Uh… Sharon?” He got up slowly, approaching his step-mother, or what had become of her. Yami poked her with his claw, a tapping noise reverberating through his bones. “Oh god. I, uh uhuhuhuhuh,” he stammered. Sharon felt like plastic. He knew what she looked like, but he didn’t want to admit it was happening. “There’s no way. I’m being punked.” He stood up. “Where are the cameras?” His eyes darted around the dark room. “Come on, this has to be a joke.”

But this wasn’t a trick. Sharon, his stepmother, a living being, had turned into a mannequin. It was facedown on the floor of his room. Yami was afraid to touch her, but he leaned down to grab it by the shoulders and pick it up. What awaited him nearly sent him to his knees. Faceless, aside from a pair of puffy, moist, O-shaped lips.

“Yami?” A voice called from the kitchen.

“Fuck,” The FoxBat said under his breath. He forgot that his older sister was here too! “Yeah, sis?”

“Let Mom know that her pancakes are absolutely divine, ok? Wherever she ran off to.” A jingle of keys. “I have to run to work,” the voice sighed. “Something with the Johnson account. You be nice to her, ok?”

“Yeah, uh,” he hesitated. “Will do!” The door slammed, and he heard a car pull out of the gravel driveway. Yami returned his gaze to the mannequin in his hands. Just like his shirt, Sharon had become a sex toy. Not only has her mouth been replaced by an onahole, but her breasts had exploded in size, large enough to give a titjob, like in that porn he liked watching. Her ass looked so big. “Don’t tell me,” he said to himself as he labored to flip the heavy body over, the breasts acting as a counterweight. Sure enough, as he pulled her sweatpants down her plastic legs, above the improved, jiggly thighs and asscheeks, sat a pussy and asshole onahole between the mountains of ass meat. Yami felt his fears melt away, thinking he had some entertainment for a while. He reached for his bottle of lube, hoping it was gonna be enough. His dick agreed that this new toy was gonna be very fun to break in, standing erect and twitching with anticipation.

Yami threw Sharon's plastic body fsce down over the edge of the bed, her exposed ass as dick height, prime for penetration. Pouring an ample amount of lube into the silicone pussylips, he primed his former relative for penetration. “Sorry, Sharon,” he said condescendingly with a smirk. “We just didn't see eye to eye.” His boner pressed against the wet, slippery lips, aching to be thrust inside. “Here goes.”

SLAM

“HOOOOO MY GOD!” He only wished that this was a real pussy. Along the inside of the toy's cavity sat ridges and bumps, ready to caress any manhood that dared to enter. The moisture from the lubricant and precum from Yami's aching red rocket mixed into an unholy fluid, sending Yami so close to premature ejaculation that he screamed in euphoria. “Fuckin ey!” He shouted as he nearly jizzed into the toy within seconds as his body quivered in the euphoria of sick defilement.

A wave of anger burned his body. Pure frustration made his blood boil. Despite his virginity, he knew damn well what this exploratory sex was becoming. Hate fucking. A voice within him tried to stop him, but he was too lost in the sauce to listen.

“You snatched my father from my mom,” he said with a scowl.” He started thrusting, venting his hatred. If he didn't know better, his green eyes were turning yellow with the sheer amount of anger that flowed within him. “You took him away!” With every slap his flesh against her soft, silicone rear, he sank deeper into his visceral emotions. “I hate you!” Yami flipped her over, spinning the doll's heavy body around his dick. “I wanna see your face as I defile you!” His wings began shaking. His tail curled. His teeth were barred. Yami felt a powerful throbbing in his member. His seed spewed into the doll, staining the artificial womb white. “RAAAAAAAH! Yami shouted in raw anger.

Yami didn't stop. Hours passed. He lost count of how many times he applied more lube to his new toy. When he tired of her pussy, he yanked his knot out and switched to the mouth. However, it was far too awkward to thrust into it while attached to the body. He yanked the head off and used it like a fleshlight, thrusting at breakneck speeds, the emotions that had built up during the divorce proceedings over the last three years finally reaching a breaking point.

“It's all your fault!” Yami shouted with tears in his eyes. “Mom wouldn't have left if Dad had never met you!” He rammed his cock into the fake mouth, his tapered tip hitting the far end of the plastic head. As his knot made wet, sloppy sounds, sliding in and out of the onahole, continued to disparage the former human, his unbridled and undeserved rage nearing an end. “I don't care if you're nice!” Yami shouted, nearing the end of unfiltered insults. “I don't care if you treat us like the family you never had! I don't care if your love is unconditional! I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE, I DON'T CARE!” His voice was strained, sounding like Batman if he smoked a pack a day. His cock unloaded his sperm for the umpteenth time. “I! DON'T! CAAAAAAAARE!” Semen squirted from around his knot, the cavity overloaded.

Yami fainted from sheer emotion, the head still on his cock.




Later that evening, his sister pulled back into the house. “Yami,” she called as she entered. “Sharon?” She hung up her coat on the coat rack. “How was your binding time?” The griddle from this morning was still on, dried pancake batter on the counter. “That's totally not creepy,” the bat said cautiously. “Yami?!”

It was the sound of a distant voice in his dream. Someone was calling to him. “Yami!” Yami awoke. His head was pounding. “Yami, where are you?”

“I’m, oh god,” he stumbled as he rose, feeling something weighing his body down. “I’m in my room,” he groaned. Yami reached for whatever was hanging from his body and felt something cold, sticky, and plastic. His eyes shot open. Sharon, or what what had become of her anyway, was still knotted on his cock. The horrific sight would have sent anyone screaming into a screaming, howling fit.  

“Have you seen Mom?” His sister called. Her footsteps were getting closer.

Yami darted for the door and closed it just as his sister was within visibility of the contents in the room. “I’m not decent,” he said nervously. It wasn’t a total lie. He was naked, and a mannequin head was dangling from his manhood. Anyone would certainly call that not decent.

“Oh, sorry,” his sister said apologetically. “Hey, have you seen Mom?” She stood outside the door, questioning him, unsure of what had transpired while she was out and about.

“Uh….” Yami tried his best not to sound suspicious as all hell. “No, I was sleeping the entire time after you left. He picked up the body, wondering where he could stash it or dispose of it. He was so tired that it was hard to lift.

She harumphed. “Wow, super rude of you. She was telling me all about how she wanted to bond with you and everything. Don’t you make noise to ignore me!” The clattering of carrying the mannequin around was not helping his case. “I don’t care if you’re naked, young man, I’ll come in there and give you a piece of my mind!”

Yami stopped. “First of all,” he said calmly but with a stern tone, “I am 21, an adult. Second. You are not my mom. Don’t treat me like your child, Vera.” He faced the door, no longer caring if she barged in. If she saw the mannequin and started questioning, he’d just use that weird app on her, too. “And third,” Yami said, raising his voice only slightly. He could practically feel his sister’s heat from the other side of the door. “This divorce was just as hard on you as it was on me. I need some time.” He approached the door and leaned against it, feeling his sister do the same. Even with a door between them, they could feel the raw emotion between them. Vera didn’t have a leg to stand on here.

“You’re right.” Vera slid down the door and sat on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll try tomorrow, ok?”

“Alright.” She punched the door softly. “I’m gonna hold you to it, bro.”

Yami punched the door back. “I know you will.” ‘Heh, if you can find her.’




Late that night, Yami borrowed the car to drive into town. No matter what, he couldn’t have Anyone, Vera, Dad, or the police discovering what he had done. Stopping behind a random store downtown, he pulled the mannequin out of the trunk. Yami had thought this through. Once he thoroughly cleaned the mannequin with soap, water, and hydrogen peroxide for good measure, he ripped out the onaholes from the doll’s groin. ‘No one’s tracing this back to me,’ he thought as he awkwardly threw it into the dumpster. Getting back in the car, he looked in the passenger seat. He had kept the head and intended to use it repeatedly until he grew tired of it. “A reminder,” he told himself, “of what happens to people that cross me.”




A week had passed, and there was no sign of Sharon anywhere. As he was downtown, passing out Missing Person flyers and faking as much sorrow as possible, he ran across a store in the downtown strip. In the window was the mannequin that he had thrown out! On its waist was a massive diaper with childish patterns. With a bib wrapped around its neck, and a pacifier in the mouth of a replacement head. “What the hell?” He stared at the remains of Sharon in bafflement. Then he laughed. He couldn’t hold it in. It betrayed any crocodile tears that he had practiced. “It’s only fitting that you’d end up like this.” He didn’t know why he said that, it just felt like something to say; something to satisfy his sadistic revenge plan. It all came full circle. They were all looking for Sharon, but there she was in plain sight.

No one would ever know.
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