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bluebearial · 2 months ago

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The Real You

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You want to get something special for your plushie GF! But all they have are some weird, heart-shaped pillows that cause a few… changes.

Contains TF, bimbofication, and a lot of snuggling. Gets a little saucy in one part but no actual sex happens.

This one was hard to write!! I cut and redid a good chunk of this a few times. As silly as it sounds I wanted it to be a fun bimbofication story while also keeping it from getting too silly? I wanted it to feel genuine and explore lupa’s character a bit. At the same time I didn’t want it to get too emotional. The tonal shift would’ve been distracting and it didn’t feel good to write. You might see where those parts would’ve been but who knows maybe I cleaned it up well enough teehee

I dunno if I wanna even call it a bimbofication thing anymore? It feels deeper than that

Anyway no more rambling, full story below the cut. Can be found on google docs for your convenience as well.

You lean against the handle of your shopping cart, studying your grocery list through squinted eyes.

“Milk… eggs, chicken, fruit, bread…”

You brush a lock of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You’ve gotten basically everything. Everything except…

“Pillows…”

You feel a tinge of frustration. Reading that word prompts you to recount the events of the past two hours. You recall entering the store, as one does, and you recall that after getting your food, you started looking for Lupa’s food. Lupa was a… “carnivore”…? You assumed as much at least, from the feral way your housemate-slash-maybe-girlfriend tore her pillows apart when she ate them. Either way, you were looking for something special for her. You and Lupa have only been getting closer, so you figured you’d treat her to something special! No more generic pillows for her – time for something more fitting for a wolf like her. Now, if only you could find the right ones…

An “Oh, there you are” is the first thing you hear as you tote your groceries through the door. You find Lupa splayed on the couch, looking at nothing in particular through a half-lidded eye. The hulking wolf sits up with a long, drawn-out stretch and a whiny yawn.

“What took you so long, dude?” she asks, resting leaning against the armrest as she looks back at you. “It’s so boring around here. Not like there’s much to even do. I can’t--…” Her mouth was open, ready to continue her thought, but the instant she looks at you, her face softens.

“Hey, you alright?” She’s already out of her seat and thumping her way towards you. She kneels down to take your bags, but the size of her paws makes it a little difficult to get her fingers through the loops in the handles. She settles for just grabbing them, pulling them from your hands and setting them on the counter. Then, she kneels in front of you, letting you fall into her big, soft arms.

“What even happened out there, dude?” She asks as she cradles you, taking you towards the couch. “Y’look like you’ve been through a warzone.”

“Long day at work… and a long day at the store,” you offer sleepily as she takes a seat with you. You shuffle in her grasp, sitting up so you’re sitting in her lap. The way her paw feels as she strokes your hair is so relaxing...

“Wow. Two long days in one day, huh? Tch. Now how’d that happen?” she teases.

“You know what I mean,” you answer a little more indignantly than you’d intended, but she just snickers in return. She’s always had a way of teasing you in a way that gets under your skin, but usually not in a way that really bothers you.

“Just sayin’.” She stops stroking to give you a shrug. “It jus’ doesn’t make much sense to me.”

You roll your eyes, biting down a response before you say something you might regret. Looking at the confident smirk on her face, you know that she’s just begging for a response. Some banter in return. You know she was just trying to be funny. It’s her way of trying to cheer you up, and it usually worked! But right now, it was annoying you more than anything else. God, you really are tired. So, instead of dwelling on it, you opt to move on.

“Hey, Lulu. I got something for you while I was out.” You could practically feel her perk up. Her tail sweeps the couch for a few seconds.

“Huh? Oh yeah? What didja get, Squirt? Somethin’ yummy, I hope.”

You pat Lupa’s arm, and she lets you go. You stand up, despite your body’s protests, and meander to the counter. You grab a bag, pulling one of the heart-shaped pillows out, turning it so its message of ‘I Love You!~’ is in full view. Lupa snickers.

“Ha! Alright, look. I…” She pauses. You could see her tail wag – slowly and discreetly, as if it would apologize just for moving. “…I mean, wow, uh. I love you too, but ain’t this kinda… I dunno, chintzy? Even for you?” She asks in her usual, brusque way.

“I know…” You practically deflate on the spot. You could feel the weight of the past few hours begin to bear down on you all at once. “I wanted to get you these really cute ones that were bone-shaped, but they ran ouuuut... All they had was this old leftover stock from Valentine’s Day…”

“Well—Hey, look…” She scrambles to comfort you in her own sweet, if a little clumsy, way. She holds out a paw, motioning you over. “It’s the thought that counts, right? Here, toss it to me.”

You do just that, and she easily catches it in her mitt. The wolf turns the pillow over in her grip, scanning over its glittery, scarlet form with a discerning eye. She pulls on it, giving it a good stretch.

Then, she licks it.

She ends up giving it a slow lick, but her eye lights up the moment her tongue touches it. She licks it again, quicker this time, before rapidly lapping it with her tongue.

“Pretty good, huh?” you ask, feeling a bit of your confidence return as you approach her.

“Yeah. Yeah, actually!” She bites into it with a ferocity that makes you flinch. You should be used to it by now, but Lupa can be surprisingly rough with her food. She loudly tears a piece from it. She sticks her paw inside, tugging out a few tufts of stuffing and tossing them into her waiting maw. The sounds of gleeful, open-mouthed chewing fill the room… As you watch her, a question bubbles to the forefront of your mind. It’s a question that you’ve meant to ask for some time, but something would always keep you from opening your mouth.

“…Hey, Lupa?”

You’d dip your proverbial toes into the pool, and the wolf pauses her chewing to offer a muffled “Whuht?”

“What does it taste like?” The way she tilts her head gives you pause. “The pillow, I mean—”

“I know you mean the pillow, dude,” she retorts with a roll of her eye. She swallows, before clearing her throat. “It’s liiike… Sweet, I guess? The stuffing’s got a smooth taste, and the little, uh…” She trails off, brushing her paw against what’s left of the pillow’s exterior. The way that the glitter twinkles in the light is hard to ignore…

“These, shiny things—”

“Glitter?” you cut in. She nods.

“Yeah, glitter. They’re like… These little grains of sweetness, like—"

“Like sugar?”

“Yeah!”

It makes sense, you suppose. From the sound of it, the pillows you got her were basically like big, sugary cakes. If that was the case, then… If you got those bone-shaped ones like you intended to, would they have tasted like… soft bones?

“Well…” you start, but a yawn shoves its way amidst your sentence, “I’m glad you like it. There’s a whole bag of ‘em for you on the counter,” you sigh, pointing to the bags filled with pillows behind you. You rub your eyes as you climb up onto her, wrapping your arms around her middle and burying your face into her chest. Lupa pats your back, coaxing a relaxed sigh out of you with only a few gentle rubs. Pat-pat-pat. It's a routine that the two of you had learned during your time together.

You have plenty of time to react, to back out, but you’re much too comfy to bother. She offers a soothing ‘shhhhh…~’ as she hefts you closer, pressing your face into her thickly-furred chest. You’d realized you forgot to make dinner, or to even shower once you’d come home. It’s a fleeting thought which dissipates as you hear the breeze outside, as though the wind itself had blown your worries away. Soon, you find yourself drifting to sleep. You do manage to eek out one last thought, however.

“G’night, Lulu…”

“My name’s not ‘Lulu’, dweeeeb.” Lupa’s groan sounds muffled. Distant, though you could barely make out its indignant tone. You’re already well on your way to dreamland, so her voice is a faraway echo.

You wake up. Begrudgingly.

A ray of light hits your eye with the kind of precision that makes you wonder if the heavens themselves wanted to wake you up. You have no choice but to oblige, but it’s not like you’re going to be happy about it. You indignantly squeeze the soft, grey plush that you’re hugging, affectionately rubbing your cheek against it as you long to return to your peaceful slumber.

“Hey, Lulu—Lupa?” You ask your plush, catching yourself as you remember Lupa’s complaint from the previous night. “What time is it…?” You at least remember that it’s the weekend as well. No panicking about your job, no specific time at which you need to wake up. You hug your plush closer, letting out a content little murmur and nuzzling into its short, fuzzy pelt. She doesn’t respond.

“Lupa?” you ask again, slightly more alert this time around. Maybe she’s just as sleepy as you. Dragging her out of bed is always a trial. However… You sluggishly come to realize that the plush you’re hugging feels… different. It lacks the warmth you’d come to expect from your friend. Its fur is too short, feeling more like a layer of fuzz instead of a thick pelt. You tear your face away from it, and—Oh. This isn’t Lupa.

It’s one of your other plushes! It’s in the form of a small lizard – no, a kobold, you remember – with dark brown hair that’s streaked with soft, pink highlights. It wears a small, pink shirt with a white heart… You think you named this one… Jennifer? You feel a little bad for nearly forgetting its name, but it’s been so long. You usually keep this one tucked away in your bedroom... What’s Jen doing here, though? And where’s Lupa?

Leaving it on the couch, you sit up and wipe the sleep from your eyes. It’s not like Lupa to leave you in bed like this. Why, you’re almost offended. You could practically feel your joints creak as you stand up, and take a much-needed moment to stretch. Your body yearns for more downtime, but you really ought to find your friend first. You feel pretty confident that you could convince her to come back to bed with you. Maybe you’ll opt for your real bed, though. That couch is rough.

A hollow, plastic thump from the bathroom is your first and only lead. It sounds like a shampoo bottle hitting the floor, maybe? What’s she doing in there...? It’s not like her to try and take a shower.

But… As you lift your shirt to your nose and wince, you figure that once you find her, maybe you could probably get cleaned up.

“Hey, Lupa?” You call as you knock on the door. No response. You knock again, and still nothing. You’d almost assume there was nobody inside, if it weren’t for that recurring shuffling noise, only broken up by the occasional sound of an object hitting the floor. Then, you hear what could only be described as a plastic avalanche.

“Lu—” Oh, forget it. You don’t bother calling her again. You turn the knob and abruptly shove the door open. Thankfully, it wasn’t locked. “Lupa, are you… okay…?”

Your bathroom was already on the smaller side, even without bottles of shampoo, conditioner, oil, and bodywash littering what little floorspace there is. You look at the floor for only a brief moment, just to make sure you don’t trip over anything, because the mess isn’t what really grabs your attention.

It takes your bleary eyes and sleep-addled mind a moment to catch up with what you’re seeing. A wolf, covered in a bright, pink coat of fur, is leaned over the sink. At least, you think it’s a wolf? She’s tall, heavyset, and her wagging tail is busy sweeping the shelves and adding to the mess on the floor. From the way she swears under her breath as she glares into the mirror, she looks agitated about something. Her green collar jingles as she shifts her weight, using her fat paws to mess with her blonde hair. Seams line her joints, giving her a plush, toylike look. It reminds you of another wolf that you know…

“Oh—” A piece of red fabric slips from her paws, gliding to the floor. The… wolf, lets out a sigh as she bends over to pick it up. “I swear, fifth time this morning…” She softly whines, “I’m like, never gonna get this ri—”

Her gaze meets yours, and she freezes. You suddenly feel a lot more aware of your own presence in this small room. Your eyes are as wide as dinnerplates as you stare into her singular, golden eye. You don’t know what she’s going to do- you don’t even know what to say – words don’t come easy when you’re this tired. Thankfully, she speaks first.

“Ohmygosh, you’re awake!!~☆” Before you can react, she scoops you up into her arms! She nuzzles your cheek, planting kiss after kiss on you as you try to push her away. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re finally here! You were still asleep so I wanted to like, get a head start on the day!”

“H-Hey! Stop!” You shout, hands firmly pressed against her cheeks in an effort to counter her assault. But that only stops her from kissing you. The plush switches tactics, pressing you against her heavy chest. And it is heavy. Lupa was already very… ‘Soft’, you’d say, but this chest was even bigger. A thick layer of fur sits on top of it too, like a dewlap, giving it an even rounder, fuzzier shape… She rubs you against her body, swaying her thick hips and letting out quiet, affectionate canine whines...

Pah!! You gasp for air once you push yourself away from her for a second time. You’re still in her grip, though, and she looks down at you with a warm smile.

“Who, are you.” You ask as you take a moment to breathe. “Where’s Lupa?”

Your intruder tilts her head, letting out a confused “Wruff?” She then puts a paw on her hip, giving you a look. You try to wriggle out of her grip, but you find that her other arm is more than strong enough to keep you where you are. You close your eye as she tightens her hold a bit, smushing you up against the lower half of her white bust.

“Um, duhhh. You’re like, looking right at her?” She replies with a roll of her eye, a playfully indignant edge to her otherwise cheery voice. She’s picked up a bit of an accent too. It’s not an accent you’ve heard since you lived in Cali. She giggles. It’s an especially bubbly, girly sound as she covers her mouth with a pink paw. But. Wait.

This is Lupa?

“But—Lu—Wh—How--” How, how could this be possible? You shake your head in an effort to keep your thoughts in order, “You look. Different, though.” Her expression wilts, and her shoulders sink as she lets out a sigh...

“I knooooowww….” comes her drawn out reply, punctuated as she dejectedly looks at the floor. Before you can ask what to do, she continues. “I haven’t been able to like, put my hair up at all today…”

“I- That’s- Don’t you think you’re kinda missing the point?” You ask slowly. Forget the hair, what about everything else?

“Ouhh,,,” she groans… “Could you like, gimme a paw, Babe? I look terrible without my ponytail!” She runs her paws through her smooth, blonde mane for emphasis, lifting it up before letting it drop past her shoulders once more. “Like, I’m totally not myself at all…”

You grimace. She’s not listening…

“…Alright.” You settle on a simply reply, but your mind is racing. You decide to accept it. For now. You get the feeling that – if this really is Lupa, your chances of getting through to her right now are slim. “I’ll, uh, I’ll help you.” She lights right up in response, her eye sparkling with simple adoration. Her tail starts wagging again, turning into a pink and white blur!

“Really? Oh, thanks hun!~” She lilts, voice dripping with an uncharacteristically sugary sweetness, squeezing you into another hug before mercifully letting you go. You pick up the bow that she’d dropped before, and you follow her back to the mirror. You pull a small box out from under the counter. Stepping onto it, you get to work. You’re a good deal more dexterous than your lupine buddy, so you’re able to tie her hair up easily enough. You’ve done a good job at collecting it into a fluffy ponytail. With so much hair to work with, it still reaches down to her hips. You give the ends of her bow a few gentle tugs, just to make sure it’s tight, before letting go.

“And… done. What do you think?”

She hums as she looks over her reflection, leaning in once more. Her chest smushes against the sink, letting out the quietest little squeee~eak as she applies more pressure. While she’s busy, you take the opportunity to study her a bit more closely…

She runs her bright, pink paws through her hair, combing it straight with her sparkly, magenta claws. She tilts her head one way, then the other, causing her doglike ears to flop to the side. Those ears… They’re probably the biggest things that confused you when you first saw her.

Aside from. Everything else.

However, thanks to those ears, you couldn’t tell whether she was really a wolf or not. Right now, she looks more like a big dog... Her tail lazily swings behind her, and it’s hard to ignore the way it baps against your side.

At least that part’s still the same.

What isn’t the same is how… short, it is? No, not short. As you grab it, you realize that it’s just completely curled up now, to the point where it no longer drags along the floor. Pure white fur covers the end and bottom of it, with a dark purple border separating it from the rest of her pink coat. A few purple spots cover the rest of her, mainly her haunches, ears, and the entirety of one of her feet. She hums as she continues to inspect herself, her tail pausing its assault now that you’re stroking it. She straightens up and presses and squeezes her chest. …And you blush a bit for even noticing, but it’s definitely bigger. It looks much softer too, with a dewlap-like tuft of fur resting on top of it and accentuating its inviting softness.

The spikes on her collar are completely gone. You could hear the jingle of its now heart-shaped zipper handle as it bounces against her chest. She’s hefting it now, pursing her plump, glossy, pink lips… After a while, she seems to be satisfied.

“I think I look great, hun~” She lilts, looking back down at you with a warm grin. “Thank you so much!” Even her voice is smoother, higher than before, with none of its former gruffness to be found.

“You’re… welcome!” You try your best to sound convinced! From the way her expression dampens, she isn’t fully buying it…

“Is something wrong, hun?” She asks, tilting her head. You aren’t sure what’s worse. The way you feel, or the fact that she figured you out so easily.

“Well—” You hesitate. “You’re…” She tilts her head the other way, ears flopping to the other side. “Lulu, something’s wrong. Sorry- I mean, Lupa—”

“Lulu?” she cuts in. Stunned, you look up at her. That was the first time her voice didn’t sound like it was dipped in sugar. She almost sounded normal…

“Um— Yeah…? It’s like, the nickname I use… You um, you say you don’t like it, but I keep using it ‘cause of the way your tail wags and, well, it’s—"

“Oh, honey.”

She cuts your rambling short. Lulu kneels down in front of you, and her heavy paws rest on your shoulders. With how sweet her new demeanor was up to this point, the hardness of her expression is almost scary.

“I. Fluffin’.

LOVE IT~!”

You watch as she jumps up, throwing her arms toward the ceiling! Her tail wags anew, threatening to lay waste to whatever might be behind her.

“Lulu��~” She repeats affectionately, “It’s like, soooo me~ Why wouldn’t I think it’s, like, totally adorbs?” Then, she gasps! She leans towards you, chest wobbling with the sudden movement. “Can you like, never ever stop calling me that? Pleeease?~”

You simply nod, still at a total loss.

“Yaaaay~!” She cheers! “I’m Lulu now…~ Mnhehehee, waff waff!~ Wrraff wraff wraff—”

“Lulu!” you plead over your friend’s excited barking.

“Wrruff? Ohhh… You like, had a question, right? Hehehe, sorry, sorry!” She giggles, before gently bonking herself with a balled-up paw. “I like, totally forgot…~ I’m like, suuuch an airhead today~” She offers a grin, swaying her hips as her tail swings left and right.

“…Or am I like, a stuffing…head?” She hums as she navigates this new conundrum, only snapped out of it as you put a hand on her thigh.

“Wrff?”

“Lulu, follow me.”

“’Kay!~”

You leave the bathroom with her, and you’re happy to be out of that stuffy, tight room. You lead her toward the couch, sitting down and patting the space next to you. She follows suit, but opts to climb on, laying her head on your lap. Without thinking, your hand rests atop her head, right between those floppy, spotted ears. She lets out a pleased little huff, smiling widely…

“So, Lup— Lulu. How do you feel…?” You opt to start small. You don’t have a plan, but you want to get to the bottom of this in some way.

“Like, I was pretty good before, but now…? Wrrffhfhh,,,~” She lilts, voice airy with scritch-fueled bliss. She rolls onto her back, wiggling and pushing herself further onto you. She’s got her paws folded up on either side of her chest, and she cutely looks up at you.

“Like, can you rub my tummy? Um, please?”

The question catches you off guard. Lupa would never.

Well. That’s a lie. Lupa would, but you recall the ways she would dress the question up.

‘You should like— rub my belly or whatever. If you want.’

‘Hey. Wolves need rubs. So…’

‘Hey, can you… Y’know, uh—'

And that’s if she even asks at all. You remember being the one to take the initiative usually. Judging from the way she reacted to them, and the way she’s asking now… You hum as you start connecting some dots. You know that this is Lupa, at least in some form. You know that she’s acting a lot like her, but in a way that’s… well, different. You aren’t sure how to describe it yet.

“Sure,” you reply, and your hands go right to her soft, round belly. She arches her back as your fingers sift through her dense, white fur… Her tongue slips between her lips, flopping to one side… She closes her eye, splaying her fingers and squirming in your lap.

“So. Lulu…” You try to get things back on track.

“Wrrffhhhyeahh…?~”

“Do you feel any… different, at all?” You venture. “Does anything feel… I dunno, off?”

“Hhmnhh~I’m not…?” She hums as her tail sweeps the couch. “Whadda shame…~ Are you, liiike, pawsitively sure ‘n stuff…?”

“I’m preeetty sure…” You stop rubbing her, and she lazily opens her eye as she recovers from her bliss. “You’re not usually like this, y’know,” you continue. “You’re usually rude. Maybe even a little mean at times. You call me things like ‘dweeb’ and ‘dork’ and—” You catch yourself, rubbing your face into your sleeve. You sigh. Don’t want to get too emotional. Why are you getting emotional?

“This just feels… weird… This isn’t you.”

“But this is me!” She replies, putting her paws to her chest. “I’m… um, I’m like, sorry I was mean to you before…” She shuffles closer to you, rubbing her cheek against your middle. “I could make it up to you!”

You simply stare down at her.

Why are you even feeling this way? The question briefly crosses your mind. Maybe you’re just tired? That could be part of it, but you get the feeling that that’s not the real reason.

Something feels wrong. It’s hard to ignore the tinge of worry in the back of your head. The feeling that this just, isn’t her. It doesn’t feel real. The way she’s acting doesn’t feel real. You aren’t sure whether you feel like you’re interacting with a saccharine mirror of your girlfriend, or whether to feel that the way she’s acting isn’t sincere in some way. Is it safe to say it feels shallow? Whatever this is, is it temporary? Permanent?

You’re only numbly aware of her voice. You feel her move, relieving your thighs of her weight. Something soft brushes against your head, and your cheek, but you don’t care.

Until she kisses you.

Time resumes as you feel her lips press against yours. Her paws hold you still, keeping you steady. Her thick, stubby thumbs gently rub the sides of your face, drying your cheeks of tears that you didn’t know were there. The dog furthers her advance, and you could feel her bust press against your chest. Her lips feel as good as they look. Soft, supple, comforting as they smush and rub against your own. After a moment, she breaks the kiss, tilting her head as she looks you over. You let her rub your cheeks some more, drying them with her fur. In a voice that would be uncharacteristic of her only a day ago, she asks you a simple question.

“Hey. You okay, Squirt?”

Squirt? Didn’t Lupa…

“Um, I’m sorry for being mean to you…” she continues, fidgeting with her paws. “I’m—I don’t remember it, like, not really, but I’m so, so sorry…” Her voice sounds genuine enough. Genuine, and full of regret.

“Hey, Lulu?” you ask. Her ears perk up.

“Yes?” she replies with a tilt of her head.

“What did you call me just now?”

“Um…” She scratches her head, looking away as she gives it some thought. “It was… um… Hmm… Wrfffh, like, what did I call you…?”

“It was—” you speak up, but she claps her paws.

“Oh, yeah! Squirt! It’s, like, this nickname I had for you…” She looks back at you, curling her finger around a lock of hair. Her tail wags cautiously. “It’s… It’s because you’re like, so small, y’know? You’re small and cute and I thought it like, totally fit you…”

“You… think I’m cute?” you ask, feeling something lighten in your chest. She nods vigorously.

“Like, duh! Of course I think you’re cute! You’re always so niceys to me, and you’re so holdable too…” She looks down, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s like… I dunno, when I look at you… I feel like I wanna protect you ‘n stuff.”

You kinda get it now, and the thought of it is… hard to process. What you do understand is: Under all of that sparkly pink, she’s a lot more like Lupa than you first thought. You look around, remembering something. The pillows that you gave her last night – they’re gone. Did she...? Did they…?

“Hey… Lulu? What happened last night? Do you remember? After I fell asleep?”

“Uhhmmm…. You… You did fall asleep…” She begins, “And then…”

She taps her chin. “I ate a whooole lot. There was, um… Oh! They tasted really good… So sweet and chewy, and…”

You snap your fingers a few times. Focus. She blinks.

“Oh! Right- Um, so I totally ate a bunch, and I started feeling, like… lightheaded? Liike…” She snickers, putting a paw to her cheek… Her other paw brushes against her chest. “Nhehehe, it felt really good… I felt all soft and fuzzy and, like…~ Y’know…~” The more she spoke, the dreamier her voice got, and the thicker her valleygirl accent became. She was a giggling mess by the time her short story ended.

Of course. Of course it was the pillows you gave her. They must’ve done something to her, something that brings you back to your younger days. You were never much of a drinker, at least not when you’re alone. However, you seem to recall the times you sampled the wine when at a party, or a friend’s wedding. …The memories make you cringe. You were such a lightweight.

“So, like… I dunno~” Lupa continues, rubbing her paw against her chest, “It’s like, totally fuzzy after that… Hey, you’re okay, right?” She asks, looking up at you with a big, shining eye. You have to admit, you feel better. Though, there’s one more thing that’s still needling you. Your recent doubts, your insecurities, they…

“Hey. Lulu?”

“Mm’yeah?”

“Do you, um…” You clear your throat, fighting the urge to just swallow the question. Now isn’t the time to be shy about it...

“You like me, right?”

“Like you? I love you, hon. I’ve always loved you.”

Just that is almost enough to make you cry again.

“Alright—” You stop to sniffle. Lulu is already kneeling down and holding your shoulders, ready to help.. Now that you kind of understand what’s happening, you do feel better. Really. If anything, you feel bad for worrying so much. So, you simply give a…

“Yeah,” as you rub your reddening cheek. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Lulu lets out a short gasp, then gives a grin as bright as the sunshine outside.

“Yaaaay~!” She cheers, putting her paws together and tilting her head. Her butt sways as she gleefully wags her tail. “I was like, so totally worried. You looked so scared… You were… You were crying…”

“I was not crying!” you huff! You don’t know why you’re putting up such a show.

“Yes, you were~” she lilts, but her tail soon slows its wagging, sinking to the floor. “But, um, that’s okay. It’s like, okay to cry. I’m like, ree~ally sorry I made you feel that way…”

“Lulu, listen, I…” You’re not quite sure where you’re going with this sentence, so you cut it short to give it more thought. You settle on, “You don’t have to apologize,” as you put your hand on her head. She sticks her tongue out in response - blep! – and her tail curls back up.

“Wrrffmmh… Well… If I like, can’t apologize or whatever, what if I… kissed you instead, huh?~”

And she does just that, draping her pink arms over your shoulders as she lunges in, planting those supple lips wherever they happen to end up! Your cheek seems to be the lucky winner for today, getting a cute, pink lipstick stain as its reward. She doesn’t let up either, slowly wrapping you in a hug and lifting you up.

“Hey, um,,,~ As much as I’d love to make out with you on the couch, there’s like, so much more space on the bed.” She gives you a bit of a sultry look which, combined with her bubbly demeanor and pouty lips, causes you to blush. It doesn’t go unnoticed, and a bubbly giggle fills your ears as she princess carries you down the hall.

Lulu gently sets you down on your bed, before crawling on after you. Before you know it, your back’s against the headrest, and she’s looming above you. Her chest slightly wobbles as her whole body gently squirms, rebounding from the momentum of her swaying hips. Her tail sweeps the air behind her, betraying her mischief.~

She descends upon you, pressing her snout to your face once again for another tender kiss, smushing her plushie bosom against your entire upper body. She goes in for kiss after warm, soothing kiss, only stopping once your face is covered in waxy magenta. Desperate to hold onto anything, your hands land on the upper half of her tits, feeling its inches-thick fur and endless softness squish against your palms as she leans in once more.

“Aww, honey…” She speaks quietly, “Looks like I toootally made a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up…~” Her tongue, surprisingly warm to the touch, gently drags across your cheeks, before moving to your nose. She tilts her head, breathing against you, filling your ears with the wet, encompassing sounds of doggy snoofling and gentle licking fill your ears…

She looks you over after a bit. Seemingly satisfied that your face is ‘clean’, she leans in – smushing her tits around your chest once again – and plants one last kiss, right on your now-pink lips.

“Aww!~” She teases, “Now you kinda look like me~” Her paw plants itself on your head a few times. Pat pat pat.~ You groan, both from how corny that was, and how embarrassingly aroused you are… She lifts off of you, rolling over and resting on her butt next to you.

“C’mere, Squirt~” She beckons, patting her middle welcomingly. “I’m like, sooo comfy cozy~”

And you oblige. Following her to her new spot, you move to lay on her, but she puts up a finger and stops you.

“Nuh-uh-uh~”, she says, before pointing down. You follow her finger to where it’s pointing. Past her chest, her flat(ter, which isn’t saying much) tummy, down to… Oh wow.

You look down at the white, fluffy space between her legs, before looking back at her. She tilts her head and gives you a smirk, answering your silent question with a nod.

“Like, do it, cutie~”

You follow your pup’s order, bending down and bringing your face closer to her fuzzy crotch. It’s a bit of an awkward position, and you wonder how you’re going to go about it, but she figures all of that out for you. She lifts her legs up and rests them on your back, pulling your face in until it hits her nullspot with a muffled thwump.~ You squirm and let out a few muffled protests, but you only hear her giggle in response, putting a paw to her lips.

“Sorry hun, can’t hear you~” She lilts, “Hey, since you’re down there, why don’t you like, give me a little nuzzle, huh~?” You’re feeling defiant, though, so you try to pull yourself out first. You don’t get far. You manage to get your face about an inch away from her crotch, but her legs are much stronger than you thought. She only bends them a little, and you find yourself firmly trapped once more. It was hard to see it past her rack, but you did manage to catch a glimpse of her smug, pouty-lipped look… There’s no sharp grin like Lupa had, but Lulu’s warm, yet teasing smile has you blushing all the same. This is so embarrassing… and hot.

You grumble, getting to work… As your nose sifts deeper into her downy fur, you get a whiff of strawberry… Whatever you’re doing, it’s working, as you hear Lulu’s breath hitch- and her thighs squeeze you from either side, keeping you right where you are.~

“Y’know,,, Wrrffh, I, um… I’ve actually got a lotta nicknames for you, but none of them are as good as Lulu is… I’m like, so not a creative puppy...” she softly admits between huffs and wrrffs.

“There’s, like…~ Wrrrwwrr, there’s Sweetums…~ Lovey…~ Cupcake…~ Mmmnnh,,,~” You’re not sure if she’s stifling a moan, or thinking about cupcakes now. “Actually, Cupcake totally fits you…~ Maybe I’ll use that from now on, sound good~?”

It’s not like you can answer, so you nuzzle even deeper. Huffing her strawberry scent while she arches her back. You hope she gets the message.

“Ah~ah! Ah, ah~lright, Cupcake it is…~” You feel her paw rest on your head once more. You let out a tiny moan as she runs her fingers through your hair, using those glittery claws to scritch your scalp. “You’ve like, totally been a good girl, Cupcake, sooo…~”

Lulu lifts her legs and rests them on either side of you, freeing you. She helps you as you climb up onto her, draping her arms over her sides as your head rests against her chest… She nuzzles into your hair, planting a kiss on your head…

You lay there for a bit, but you two eventually muster the will to get on with the rest of the day. You cook, she watches. On more than one occasion, you have to pull her away from the window when she spots a bird or barks at the mailman. Eventually, as the sun goes down, you two find your way back to bed. Her paws rest on your back as you nestle against her oversized chest, and you drift off to sleep…

You both stir from your slumber at nearly the same time. Lupa’s rumbling groans fill your ears as she raises herself up.

“Mornin’, dude…” She yawns, before completely removing herself from you. Resting nearby, she takes a moment to rub her eye. “What happened yesterday? I’m drawin’ a complete blank here… Whoa!”

She looks a bit surprised when you cling to her, squeezing her middle as you rub your face against her. You could hear her tail swish-swish-swish against the sheets, and a paw rests securely atop your head.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong? Not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but.. somethin’ up?”

You take a deep breath, just to collect your thoughts. And since your nose is still buried in all that fur, you get a healthy dose of her scent in the process. That fruity smell is gone, replaced with something more… animalistic? You eventually compose yourself enough to look up at her, and you agree to talk about it. After you’ve both cleaned up, that is.

Later, after you’ve had enough time to collect your thoughts, you talk to Lupa about the previous day’s events. At first, it seemed like she didn’t remember even a bit of her other self, so you had to take extra time to explain a few things. As your story continued, she seemed to get better and better at filling in the blanks. It isn’t going as bad as it could’ve been, but – judging by the steadily dawning horror on her face, you figure it could be going better too. Her head is in her paws by the time you finish, and you could feel the heat coming from her. As she sits in silence, you take a moment to drink your coffee.

“So that’s- basically what happened,” you finish. “We ended up falling asleep, and… Well.” You never did know how to end a story. It didn’t help that your audience’s silence was making you feel just the slightest bit awkward. By the time your story drew to its conclusion, Lupa had fewer and fewer things to say. Her reaction is unreadable, hidden behind her paws.

“Lupa?”

“Dude...” Her voice rumbles. Her paws hit the table as she stands. Her lips pull back to reveal her sharp teeth. Plastic as they were, they still looked as threatening as the real thing. Her cheeks are burning red. “What. Is your problem.”

“Wh-What?” your voice cracks. What’s happening?

“Grrwwwhat do you mean, ‘what’?!” She throws her arms out to her sides, raising her voice. “You— You give me some weird pillows, you turn me into a— a bimbo, and you expect me to just take that?! What’s your fuckin’ deal?”

“I didn’t know, Lupa! When has that ever happened before!? How was I supposed to know?” You retort, but she doesn’t let up.

“And so, what, did you even try to help me? Or is this-“ She pauses as she gestures toward herself, “Not good enough for you? Was that dog more to your liking? Maybe I should eat some more o’ those stupid pillows.”

“Lupa,” you plead, “Tell me, what was I supposed to do? I told you, I tried to figure out what happened to you, but… I didn’t know what to do.” You rub your shoulder as you look towards the table. “So I… I decided to just, ride it out with you.”

Was there something that you could’ve done? Maybe you could have tried to give her a normal pillow. Something to balance out the… sweetness that she possessed.

“I’m… Um, sorry.” The apology she offers is curt, but you could see the softness in her expression. She bites her lip, ears folding back. “I just… can’t believe I’d act that way, y’know? It’s… kinda embarrassin’. It’s not me. I’m not…” You make a small hum, looking down at your now-lukewarm coffee. It’s a quiet, noncommittal noise. You bite the inside of your cheek as you consider your next response carefully.

“I think it is you.” But not that carefully. Lupa’s face darkens.

“What.”

“I mean,” you quickly add with a frantic wave of your hand. “Not the bimbo stuff, but… the tenderness. The love. That was you. In that way, you weren’t acting too far from the way you normally do; it was just- amplified, I guess?” She crosses her arms as she listens to you, looking away by the time you’re done.

“I know you love me, but… It, just feels like you’re holding yourself back, Lu.” You stand up, walking around the table to meet her. Unsurprisingly, her tail starts to move as you wrap your arms around her. “Could you please be nicer to me? I’d really appreciate it.”

“I—“ She falters, “I’m plenty nice!”

“You weren’t nice just now.” You frown up at her wry, unconvincing grin, “You were pretty mean, actually.” She grits her teeth.

“…I know… I’m, I’m sorry, hon’. I didn’t… I don’t know why I thought you’d…”

She looks tense, from the way her shoulders hunch up as she rubs her arm. You sigh, and motion for her to kneel down. As she does, her cheeks slide into your waiting palms.

“I just… I worry. Sometimes. A lot,” she says, with a certain shortness of phrase that you’ve become quite familiar with.

“About what?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Lulu, you can talk to me about anything. You know that.” Your voice is as soft as you can make it, as you give her cheeks a bit of a squeeze… She lets out a groaning ‘wrrffh’ as you do that, closing her eye.

“Listen…” She replies, “It’s… it’s a lot. It’s hard. I… I-I-I don’t…”

You sigh. You muse that this might go deeper than she's comfortable with. It doesn’t make you feel any less disappointed though. Gosh, is she shaking?

“I understand. By the way, do you wanna do anything about your ponytail?” You move the conversation along, letting go of her.

“My what?” Lupa reaches up behind her ears, freezing as she feels her hair, and the linen holding it up. “Uh.” She slowly runs a paw down and through her ponytail… “I… Haha, well… Here, Squirt. Let’s put it this way. Are you gonna mention what happened yesterday ever again?”

You squint. You totally see what she’s doing. She’s kicking the can down the road, but with a shake of your head, you accept her terms. You won’t let her off the hook for acting that way that easily, but right now? You’re just happy to see her feeling okay.

“Then no,” she replies, standing back up. “I won’t do anything about it.” For the first time this morning, you smile.

“So you really like it?”

“I never said that,” she blows you off, “It’s, uhh. Y’know, it makes me look...”

Cute.

“…Cool,” she totally lies, putting her paws on her hips. “It makes me look cool. I’ve got that, uh, that biker girl look goin’ on.”

“If you’re sure…” you muse. Her ears turn toward you, and she gives you a look.

“I’m serious! I look good. It’s like, totally me.”

“Admit it. You look cute. You feel cute.” You say. She rolls her eyes.

“Haha, yeah… Maybe. Anyway, you wanna go make breakfast now, or do you wanna keep teasin’ me?”

You could feel your tummy growl.

“Fair enough… C’mon, Lulu.”

“Lulu?”

“Do you not like it?”

“I…” She hesitates, and her expression is hard to read. Eventually, Lupa sighs, and the faintest smile could be seen as she rubs her snout.

“Yeah, Cupcake. Guess I do.”

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