Fabric For A Friend

 

Artwork - Burgerkiss

“I rushed over as quick as I could!”

An excited Dennis nearly slammed the front door off its hinges as he barreled into the home of silk-maker and fine cloth salesman Tihomir. The man barely flinched, used to Dennis’ lively entrances. He sat quiet and composed, waving a hand at his friend. Dennis got the message and closed the door he had just nearly broke, but was quick to rush over with the shuffling steps of an overactive child.

“So Tihomir, you said this was your masterpiece?”

“Mhm. I think it might be.”

A hand reached out behind a small desk and pulled out a neatly folded cloth. Tihomir stared at it with pride as he unfolded it slightly.

“So my good friend. Tell me what you see?”

It had always been Dennis’ delight to inspect the goods before they hit the market. He didn’t create like him, but he and Tihomir held the same reverence towards the beauty of fabrics, and they had grown close as friends over their unified obsession. It was probably why he was often given the honor of seeing them early. Dennis was the only person outside himself that Tihomir trusted with grading his handiwork.

“I… don’t know what to say.”

Dennis took a few moments to speechlessly inspect the material. It was a large, ruby red cloth, the material very silky and flowing. The light shining off it would either create spots of bright radiance or pockets of shadowy allure that rippled when it moved. Calmly unwrapping it, his heart was racing over how unbelievably soft it felt. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the material as it was so unlike anything he had ever felt. Was it silk chiffon? It definitely had some stretch to it. The answer felt as if it should be more profound given the masterful work running through his fingers.

“So, what Pokemon is this for?” Dennis asked.

“The fluffy Lopunny.”

“No way! I’d love to see that. I adore Lopunnies.”

“Yes. I know you do.”

In the world of fantastical creatures known as Pokemon, Tihomir was renowned for creating apparel for them. These creatures came in all shapes and sizes, some were dragons, others bipedal beasts, and some were even made of stone. No matter the appearance, his clothing could accent the very best of each Pokemon it fit. Lovers of his works often credited them for helping strengthen the bonds between Pokemon and their human companions.

Dennis felt truly privileged examining this most recent work, especially knowing now that it was meant for his most favorite of Pokemon.

“The red of this fabric will really accent the Lopunny’s earthy brown fur.” he commented while making sure he felt up every inch of the svelte surface with his hands. “And these finely stitched flower designs on the surface. Feels intended to bring out more of Lopunny’s elegance. That Pokemon often gives the impression of an urbane lady through its posing don’t you think?”

Tihomir gave a slight chuckle.

“Agreed. It is what I hope to accent with this work. To significantly amplify the feminine aura of Lopunny. For a creature that cares so dearly about its looks, only the best would do.”

“Well you nailed it my friend. This is stunning…”

Tihomir stared at Dennis, then quietly said, “I can’t wait to see it on you.”

The other man was still too entrapped by the cloth he was holding to catch the odd remark. When he eventually did turn back towards Tihomir, the man had already turned away, stepping towards another corner of the room.

“It’s been what, 15 years now since you started this business?” Dennis asked. His friend gave a subtle nod while he fiddled with some objects on a table. “You ever thought of settling down? As rewarding as your work must be, doesn’t it get lonely being cooped up in here all day working? And besides, this… I don’t know if you can ever top this.”

Tihomir faced Dennis with a spray vile in his hands. He smiled warmly at the sight of his friend admiring his masterpiece.

“I agree. Though, in a few moments I should have someone precious to share in this work for the rest of my life.”

Dennis laughed.

“You act like you don’t already have that in me?”

“I do mean you Dennis.”

Tihomir quickly sprayed the cloth Dennis was holding with his vile. Upon doing so, the fabric began to ripple and come alive, moving agitatedly within the man’s grasp until it wrestled free and started wrapping around his body. The touch from the material across parts of his bare skin sent his body alight with adrenaline. His body was buzzing with frightening excitement, all his limbs feeling gangly. Before he could even yelp, it covered his mouth.

Watching from afar, Tihomir showed a joyful smile, pleased by the quick reaction. Muffled shrieks and groans spilled from his friend’s mouth as his silky smooth creation encompassed most of their body. There was a faint hum radiating off the surface as it wrapped tighter and tighter, conforming to the shape of its prey like a current to a rock. It looked not like mere decoration, but a part of him that had been missing, and judging by how quickly Dennis’ groans turned to moans, he too agreed.

It was not a consensual revelation however. Dennis knew that this was wrong, his mind fishing for any logical explanation for what was happening and how he could escape. Physically though he was content, his body working against him as every nerve grew ecstatic at the cloth’s buzzing. It somehow compressed even harder, chewing away at any separation in order to rub against his skin. He felt his thick pants and cotton shirt become bare, eaten by the heavenly smooth material--allowing it to clamp down onto his body undeterred, sealing itself to his flesh.

Tihomir took in the sharp moans of his friend like a fine musical performance, and admired the sight of their cock hardening as it was rubbed into a frenzy. Dennis was bound tight, hardly able to do much but roll back and forth on the floor where he had collapsed. A cavalcade of crunching sounds began to crescendo alongside the cracking voice from beneath the silk. It was crystal clear through the skin tight prison that the man’s body was changing into something fairer, more… feminine.

Dennis gave a few gags before feeling their throat crumble inwards and their voice hike up into a more sensual resonance. It sounded sultry now, with a refined lilt that made his groaning cut through the air more distinctly even while muffled. He was even fucking purring!

“Tih-Tihomir!” Dennis screamed out, unable to even see where his friend was through the veil in front of his face. “Get it off! What is--? I c-can’t, Ahn! Get it ooooh~!”

Dennis found his new voice intoxicating to the ears and was unable to hold back trying it out with a flurry of high and low moans. Even as the cloth’s grip smothered his face, nearly choking him, he carried on like a woman captured within an intimate moment, urging for it to continue. It was an oppressive force within this fabric that had him deep within its clutches, set on conforming him. Into what, the man wasn’t quite sure yet, but he felt a twinge within his mind that it was meant for someone special.

The cloth was relentless in its grip as it massaged and shaped him. It was like a group of strong hands were roiling over his skin, tweaking his muscles, and molding his bones. He found himself relishing every touch, each plea to Tihomir sending his heart strangely aflutter. Every thought that led to his friend brought a snap to his cranium. The features of his face were shifting, becoming smaller and cute. Lips swelling and chin angling to a point, his moans were a cry for a more. He need a feminine face after all if he was to ever attract Tihomir’s attention.

Wait… why would he think that?

Panic quickly set in again for Dennis and he did his best to fight through the pleasurable buzz from his fabric prison. He was able to wriggle out his hands, but unable to tug onto anything, the cloth ever shifting and sawing between his fingers. His palms became softer under its touch, and his bulky fingers pulsated until they were feminine digits atop dainty hands. Everywhere the cloth changed him felt inhumanly perfect, as if it rejected the concept of imperfection. Slowly it took shape as something more fashionable like an outfit than a mummified cover. The bound material cinching around his arms and legs, merging in circular fashion away from where it covered his torso, allowing his limbs to break free, and his hands and feet to slip out from openings like sleeves. Despite this relief, he was still hugged firmly by the cloth, his body trembling on its hands and knees on the ground.

Tihomir leaned against a wall, calmly taking in the sight of his friend begging for him to stop. The most it elicited from him was a small chuckle. The sleeves and wrappings of his masterpiece pressed wonderfully down on Dennis’ arms and legs, all his silly muscles compressing to soft, womanly fat--still toned, but more refined. His body was losing inches rapidly and gaining a slender flexibility, his back arching sensually and side bending more inward with a few loud snaps. With a few tugs to the shoulders, their broadness faded, and with it the last vestiges of the man’s husky physique.

Dennis was swimming in lust he didn’t want, unsure how to fight back against it. His heart thumped like crazy, every new rounded feature and shapely curve bestowed upon him causing a vision of Tihomir to pop into his head. He could feel himself blushing, his dick throbbing over the chance to embrace his friend. He was growing fond of him, a deep love burdening his heart and demanding his body to change! Closing his eyes and grunting, he put all his strength into rising up from the ground, but to no avail, waves of heat rushing into his body and filling his legs with feminine bliss until they buckled. The ground was where he belonged, squealing like a Houndour in heat.

“N-Nooooh! Pleeeease, T-Tihooohmar! Mahaaah! Make it staaah~!”

Tihomir crossed his arms.

“Hm? But you are smiling my friend.”

Dennis’ legs shook at the comment, euphoric titters rising from his throat as his calves turned curvy, their fat spreading his thighs wider until they rubbed against his cock. Yet the cloth still tightened, his feet spasming as they cracked and shrank. His now slim legs and flat ass clenched beneath the fabric, every muscle and morsel of fat shivering before expanding rapidly. Fat stacked upon hardened meat, bloating within his lower frame, the cloth no longer able to hold back the overwhelming beauty spilling forth as it rode up the crack of his jiggling, pear shaped ass and strained against his burgeoning legs.

Tihomir approached his friend and kneeled down beside him, relishing the joyful tears staining the cloth wrapped around his face. He then smiled at the wet stain growing around his friend’s crotch, their agitated dick rubbed incessantly by the divine softness of his fabric.

“I’m glad you are enjoying it. It won’t be long now.”

Every time Tihomir spoke it sent shivers down Dennis’ spine. This time that shiver caused his tailbone to crack and wriggle at the end. Within a short time a sensitive nub seemed to emerge above his bubbling booty beneath the cloth. At the same time, the bones in his feet violently snapped and elongated, his heels raising up his leg along with his ankles, while his toes bent into an awkward shape. The bottoms of his feet grew soft padding, and what seemed to be brown fur began covering the tops of them.

“Hyaaah! F-Fuuuck! What’s hah-happening!?”

Tihomir gave Dennis’ swollen ass a slap, to which they let out a shriek of ecstasy and collapsed.

“It is like you said Dennis. I should settle down. I simply needed to find the one, someone I could be happy with spending the rest of my days with. You… are the one I am most close with, so it made sense to--”

“Wh-what are you sayiiingh!?”

“I’m saying you are to be my wife. And with how fond you are for Lopunny well… I thought it would be a  fitting gift giving you the features of what you so admire. My works are for Pokemon after all, but now. Now I have created my masterpiece. A work that brings both Pokemon and human together into one work of art.”

A look of sheer terror arose on Dennis’ face beneath the cloth, and through muffled moans he shouted, “You’re c-crazy! Yo-hooh! You’re fucking crahazaah! AAAAHN~!”

The most incredible pleasure yet suddenly washed over him, and he felt some of his toes fuse into large, soft nubs as his legs continued to bend in an inhuman manner. His lower limbs looked like that of a giant, bipedal rabbit now, and the brown fur spreading across them was working its way up to his thighs, its soft texture rivaling the heavenly feel of the fabric. Their mingling was absolute bliss, sending every nerve into a frenzy.

An almost wicked grin came across Tihomir’s face as his saw his friend’s hips snap wide and firm ass bloat even further.

“Good, good. Let it wash over you my bride…”

Dennis could hardly breathe by this point, the cloth feeling tighter and tighter as it conformed to the shape of his ever thickening body. It was bound to break and did, a large tear in the fabric running up from one of his ankles to an upper thigh, revealing patches of brown fur across creamy mocha skin. The rip was finely cut as if by a scissor, and began splitting wider the more the man’s already large thighs bulked even further, hills of sturdy muscle rising on the soft tree trunks of flesh. The strong leg kicked like a rabbit, tearing even more of cloth up across his torso. His tummy spilled out and looked firm with muscle like his legs. Though it quickly began to droop some, fat jiggling across the surface to form a sort of toned potbelly upon the man that swayed with each jerk from his body. It all felt undeniably wonderful, a fact he could no longer hide with his sputtering cock poking out from the cloth’s tear.

“Goodness. You are growing so big my dear.”

Tihomir’s words made Dennis’ body buck yet again, loads of spunk firing rapidly from his cock as he felt the fabric crush down on his balls that were still held beneath it. They were soon being pulled inside of him, while at the same instant orbs of plush fat rose from his chest. He knew what they were, what he was destined to become, that this was not who he was. And yet… it felt so right, so pleasing to know that Tihomir was watching his breasts rip free of the cloth, massive and erect saucer like nipples peeking past its lavish design work.

Gazing at the long tear in the cloth elegantly wrapping around his friend’s body, Tihomir knew it was time to put the finishing touches upon his soon to be wife. It wouldn’t take much he figured, as Dennis’ protests had grown weak. He picked up a long, yellow thread from a countertop and brought it down to the part near his friend’s ankle where the rip in the cloth had begun.

“Now it is time. My gift to you…”

He slipped the thread through a small hole along the border of the ripped side of the fabric, one of many that now had appeared and lined the entire length of it. Once through the loop it slithered like a snake, crisscrossing back and forth all the way up the tear and then all the way back down, creating a pattern that helped bind the two sides of the cloth together. It pulled everything together into a sort of outfit, a dress specifically. Dennis realized this and the thumping of his overjoyed heart created a shockwave in his chest, causing his breasts to grow larger, the decorative ropes above one of his tits pressing tight like netting across its surface as it swelled. His body claimed every inch of space it could within the dress, desperate to fill it out.

Without having even realized it, Dennis had conceded to being Tihomir’s wife. Every passing of the thread from before had woven a new identity within her former brain. It was as if it had always been the case, that they were always destined to be. She was his masterpiece and he her creator whom she felt nothing but gratitude for, willing to spend the rest of her days showing her appreciation to him and his work. But she couldn’t let him lay eyes on her visage quite yet, not before…

“Your face. Show me your beautiful face my dear.”

Tihomir’s wish hung like a comforting wind upon the Lopunny’s human ears that were now lengthening and stretching into their desired form. Beneath the woven mask her face was twitching and pulling in all manners of horrific ways. But through that horror, beauty was forming. Her true ears were traveling up towards the top of her head, her muzzle was pushing forward, and giant, bushy eyebrows were brushing against her forehead.

“That’s it… That’s it my love!”

The excitement was rising in Tihomir’s tone as he saw the cloth bloating around his wife’s face, her large, fluffy ears barely held back. His dream was coming into shape behind the tantalizing veil, his friend’s masculine features pressed against the cloth, gasping for breaths between each moan. A rising muzzle eviscerated whatever remained of him, each new wail from the pokebeing creeping closer to the cries of a Lopunny.

After a hearty whine, the Lopunny wife called out for her love. The overjoyed man responded in kind by ripping the veil off her face, right as her button nose finished forming. It revealed to him an unmatched beauty, his work of art. Thick fur covered all of her face, bundles of it shooting out from her cheeks prominently and her brows looking massive and bushy. It all rested on the lovely contours of a humanoid face, smiling in bliss, anxious for her husband’s touch.

Her ears as stiff as her cock, every inch of her body was on fire. Her eyes were needy and stared straight into Tihomir’s admiring gaze.

“Tihomir, my love. I’m ready~!”

He knew what this meant, feeling down at her nethers, the last of her yet to change, and noticing that her balls had already receded, the last of their contents spewing out like flicks of water from her shriveling dick. In their place was a wet, salivating pair of lips, the entrance to his woman’s inner chambers. His creation was begging for him to partake, to share in his mastery intimately.

“You are… so beautiful my love.”

Tihomir slowly rubbed noses with his wife, making her body tingle even more, to which she begged him to enter already. He wasted no more time, and answered her call. First subduing her with a kiss, then gently sliding his member into her tight, fresh slit. Soon enough, they found a rhythm, the artist of the cloth riding his Pokewoman from above as she embraced him. She was somewhat bigger than he was, but it didn’t matter, she took it on her back as if she were the one weak to him. He was her everything and she wished to bend to his will, to let him be in control. It was her role she had been given, what she was made for.

The man’s pace quickened, both he and his wife bouncing like bunnies thanks to the exaggerated hip thrusts from Lopunny. Both bodies were in sync, the throbbing in Tihomir’s cock working in unison with his wife’s clamping spasms. Her cock was no more than a small nub now, a clit to be teased by its owner’s dominate thrusts. She was close, they were close, close to the perfect release!

“EROOOOWOOOOH TIHOMIR YES! Come with me! I want to come together!”

And they did, as if it were meant to be. Both bodies shivered in orgasm, held within a tight, unbreakable embrace. Tihomir’s twisted work of art was a success in every way, perfectly molded to appease his pride as a man and artist.

Coming down from their high, Lopunny snuggled her man, feeling her own sense of pride building within. Once a mere man, nothing but a friend, but now… a walking work of art with a husband talented beyond compare. It felt good being a masterpiece.