Everything goes dark for a moment as cardboard walls raise around you, closing over your helpless body. You feel yourself being transported, moved across some huge distance, to land with a thump somewhere warm and smoky. A crack of light falls onto you as your box is opened, and you are pulled out onto a messy, unfolded bed.
The room around you is covered in band posters, and the ceiling is dark and discolored. In the corner, an electric guitar and amp are plugged in, and there are shelves filled with CDs and even a collection of LPs. Stacks of plastic boxes filled with clothes and random goods are lined around the room, and the carpet is covered in crumpled, dirty clothes and even a couple of pizza boxes. You can feel the bed you are on is pushed down by someone sitting on it, but your head it turned to the wall, so you cannot see them.
Smoke drifts down onto you, and you can smell the sharp scent of pot in the air. Your head is lifted and turned, and you see a young man grinning at you. He has long floppy brown hair, and a scruffy beard, and you recognise him immediately. It is your stoner friend Jay, who is now your new owner.
Jay puts you down, and you see that he is wearing a vest, a pair of white boxers, and grey socks. He smells strongly of weed, and a smoking spliff is poking from his lips. You begin to feel dizzy and relaxed, and you watch unconcernedly as he pulls off his vest, revealing his thin but athletic boxy. His shoulder has a Daffy Duck tattoo on it, and you find yourself tingling with strange thrill as he pushes off his socks, then slides down his underwear. His thick, soft cock is surprisingly large, and is resting over a bushy forest of pubes.
You feel Jay pick up your body, unzipping your back as you dangle in his grip. You want to gasp and moan, but cannot, as his bare foot slides into your back and down into your own foot. You can feel his warm naked body stretching and filling you as his other foot slides in, making you feel whole and right again. A horrible emptiness that had overtaken you is released as Jay puts his arms into your smooth, warm insides, filling up your arms and torso, before he zips himself up. You can feel your whole body wrapped around your friend's naked form. He leans back, then picks up your head, sliding it down over his own.
You now feel whole again, but you still cannot move, only feel as Jay reaches down to your crotch hole, pulling out his dick as it hardens and thickens. You can feel everything he feels, sensing his arousal at wearing you. He leans down over his bed, pulling up a very large pair of baggy jeans, then pulling them up over your fluffy, furry legs. He leaves them open at the crotch, his dick sticking up from between your legs. He then takes a large beanie hat with a skull on the front, pulling it down over the top of your head, until your ears pop out from holes in the sides. You feel something flatten on your shoulder, and Jay looks down to see your fur turn into a sewed-on Daffy Duck logo, the exact match of Jay's tattoo.
Your mouth opens a crack as Jay pushes in his smoking weed spliff, inhaling deeply. You feel happy and lazy, your grin widening a bit as your plastic eyes turn a soft pink. Concern about being permanently a fursuit seems to fade away as Jay flicks on the TV, and you feel him laughing at some stupid show. Being a suit feels great, you feel you should just relax and enjoy life. What's not to love, you're a cute fluffy stoner wolf now, and you're with your friend, this feels great.