*BREEDING*
“I… come on I know!” Steve sighed in exasperation.
It had been a minute since the app had dinged and Steve could feel its malice beginning to focus on him. No, Steve tried to tell himself, the app wasn’t sentient and it wasn’t malicious. All of these thoughts and feelings were just figments of his own imagination. They were nothing more than a manifestation of a sort of PTSD that he had developed as a result of the change he had endured earlier and the knowledge of just how bad his life could be right now if it had taken him even a second longer to rise out of that squat.
*BREE…*
“Shut up!”
The world pressed down on Steve. He could feel the app cursing him as he closed his eyes, but no images came. Opening them, he saw that the phone was now sitting in the back passenger seat, as the dim glow of its screen shone into the rest of the car. Looking at it, Steve saw a much different sentence than the one he had generated earlier:
“The dumb skunk breeding slave is crowning, but she can’t take her seatbelt off until she’s fully given birth.”
Steve tried reaching for the phone but found that the seatbelt restraining his body meant that it was just out of reach. He tried unfastening the belt, but no matter how much he clicked the release button the seatbelt wouldn’t come out.
“Oh god it burns!” A ghastly echo of a voice filled the car’s interior at the same time as the faint, putrid scent of skunk spray wafted through Steve’s nose.
Steve made another attempt at reaching for the phone, only to stop as he saw a line of black fur in the corner of his vision. Looking behind his seat, he saw a poofy black tail with two white stripes running down the center. He kept staring it when he realized that the tail was coming from the back of his seat, almost as though…
“Please I’m… ungfffff… it… the shoulders are… my pelvis… I… Please!” more ghastly, pained cries filled the car and Steve noticed another peculiarity. The arm that he was reaching out towards the phone with was a lot shorter and slenderer than it should be. And it was covered in black fur.
Turning to look at the rearview mirror, Steve noticed that he seemed to be sitting a bit lower in the car than he was used to, so much so that he couldn’t see himself in the reflection. A furry arm reached up and adjusted the mirror down, causing Steve to stare straight into the face of a terrified anthro skunk girl.
On top of her head were two circular ears, in between which was a lick of white fur that almost gave the appearance of a humanlike hairdo. Below that, two wide, terrified eyes sat in between the white stripe of fur that ran down the center of her nose. Steve kept watching as the skunk closed her tear-filled eyes, shaking her head as her mouth pleaded.
“Its stuck!” came the ghastly, high-pitched voice, “Pleargggg… please I… I got the head out, I-eyyeeee… I… doesn’t that count…? Please you stupid app, please I can’t…”
The skunk girl opened her eyes and looked down at something. Steve decided to follow her view and looked down himself. Where he had expected to see a simple t-shirt, he was instead greeted by the site of white fur covering his chest.
His complete lack of clothing revealed six pert nipples that sat atop three pairs of small but obviously lactating breasts. Then, just below the lowest set of breasts, Steve’s furry stomach bloated out until it was almost touching the steering wheel. Steve continued to watch when he saw what the skunk was looking at – a very clear imprint in the fur covering the top of his belly of what looked like a thick, reptilian tail pressing out from inside.
“I’m…” the ghastly voiced huffed, “I’m going to explode!”
Steve blinked.
The skunk smell was gone, the car was silent, his phone was still in his hand, and Steve was looking down at the same t-shirt and jeans that he’d been wearing when he left the mall.
“Breath in Steve,” he said to himself as he took a series of deep breaths, “this is all in your mind. You’re just scared. That’s not the app putting those pictures in your head and that’s not going to happen to you.”