Collared Changes

Chapter 1

Owashii was seated at a desk, typing away at a keyboard attached to a desktop computer. The pembroke welsh corgi plushie had a rather round, brown otter at her feetpaws, his fat body squished within the confines of the space intended for leg-resting. They were the same height (three feet tall) but Cooper was significantly heavier. He originally had a collar but due to the way Owashii pampered him, he had since outgrown it.

The computer at which the corgi sat used to be his, along with the rest of the house. However, he had eagerly taken up a role as her paw-pet after she had her feetpaws changed to be just like real paws: tasting, smelling, and able to sweat just like the real thing (excessively so). Cooper’s blue eyes were closed and he had a set of the corgi’s pink-padded toes resting in his mouth, steadily dripping out sweat as he suckled. The other set was covering his nose, filtering his every breath and filling his lungs with her hot, humid musk. This was the usual position for him: completely immersed in his Mistress’s soft, heat-steaming paws.

Owashii’s green eyes were scanning over a document, a little story she was writing for her own self- indulgence. Her ears perked when she heard a knock on the door. She closed what she was working on and started to push herself away from the desk.

“I’ll be juuust a second, my little paw pet,” she said, patting the otter with her paws.

“Buh,” said Cooper, his thoughts and words lost in a paw-filled haze.

Owashii made her way to the front door, leaving steaming paw-prints in her wake. Due to their dynamic, the two spent their time together naked. Owashii grabbed a pink towel near the door and wrapped it around herself, putting on a pair of slippers to absorb the sweat and smell from her paws. She opened it and saw a cardboard box with a label which simply said: “To Cooper.”

The plushie corgi bent down to sniff the box, but didn’t smell anything particularly suspicious. She picked up the box and made her way back inside, hooking up the towel by the door and kicking off her slippers. She examined the box curiously as she made her way back to the room with the computer and her pet.

“Hey pet,” she said. “You’ve got a package.”

Cooper was still under the desk and hadn’t quite seen her. “Erm… so do you, Mistress.” He thought they were referring to their genitals.

She giggle-snorted in response. “No, silly! I mean there was a box for you outside the front door.”

“Huh.” Cooper started to wriggle his way out from under the desk. “That’s weird. I didn’t order anything.”

“And the only thing I’ve ordered around here is you,” said Owashii. Cooper squeaked and blushed in response, his cheeks flushing the blue of his pawpads and tongue. The plushie corgi playfully stuck out her pink tongue and walked over to him, handing him the box. He opened it and saw a collar much like the one he had outgrown but large enough to fit him. There was also a small bag filled with round brass tags, all having various symbols on them instead of words.

“A new collar?” asked Cooper as he held it up. “This seems… suspiciously convenient.” He held it up to Owashii. The corgi sniffed at it a few times, her nose almost touching it.

“It smells like a regular-ass collar so I’m assuming that’s what it is,” said Owashii. “No idea how someone knew you needed one but hey, now I can use the leash again!”

Cooper blushed and thumped his fat tail eagerly against the floor as he placed the collar around his neck. He was about to waddle off to retrieve the tag off his previous collar when Owashii stopped him. “Let’s check out these tags,” said Owashii. “I saw a pawprint on one of them and that would be perfect.” She took out a round piece of golden metal from the bag. There was a pawprint etched onto it, along with three teardrops along its right side. “I think this is supposed to be sweat,” she said as she walked over to Cooper. “It’s fitting, don’t you think?”

The otter just blushed as the corgi placed the tag onto his collar. He felt a surge of warmth at his soles and the dampness of sweat forming on his webbed feetpaws. He looked down and saw steam rising from them, its scent lifting up in hazy tendrils. Cooper sniffed at the air and his nose was hit by the powerful musk of his own paws. He looked up and was about to make a comment to Owashii when he saw she was staring with wide eyes. The otter waved a handpaw at her, but she was utterly transfixed. Cooper decided to take advantage of this, wiggling and splaying his toes. The webbing between them had a shimmer of moisture on them, and visible sweat-drops rolling off onto the floor. Owashii crouched down, making no effort to hide how much she wanted them. Considering how much she had done for him in his position as paw-pet, he was more than eager to repay the favor. “Why don’t you get under the desk, Mistress?” said the otter. “It’s been a while since I’ve used my computer.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Owashii, looking up. A second passed and she blushed after she realized what she said. “I mean, pet! Pet sir. Sir pet? Um, I-I…” she cleared her throat and quietly made her way over to the desk.

Cooper couldn’t help but snicker. Despite Owashii’s self-assigned role as his Mistress, some things never changed. The otter watched as the corgi lay down in the leg-resting spot of the desk, and then he waddled his way over. Part of his pudge spilled out over the chair as he sat down, the hydraulic lift sinking under his weight. As he shifted forward, his fat-drooping thighs filled up much of the space under the desk. He lifted up his feetpaws, and held them over the corgi’s face.

Most of the light was blocked off by the otter’s form, but through the fog of steam Owashii could see those sweat-glistening pawpads as they lowered onto her face, consuming it in their heated, fragrant warmth. The salty smell of sweat flooded into Owashii’s nostrils, the paws continuing to press down and compress her plushie snout until it was flush with her face.

Cooper could feel those desperate sniffs and idly kneaded at Owashii’s face. Her fur and poly-fil soaked up sweat like a sponge as Cooper whiled away the time, and it eventually reached a point where the corgi was saturated with it, with rivulets of sweat trickling down her fabric onto the floor. “How’s my little sweat sponge doing?” asked Cooper in a teasing voice. He had merely meant to be playful but the name made Owashii blush deeply, warm enough to be felt even by the otter’s steaming soles. She tried to say something but her words came out as muffled mumbles. The otter lifted his paws enough for her to speak. “What was that?”

“I said I can’t move,” said Owashii. She grunted with effort and tried to move her arms, but the extra liquid weight left her completely pinned down.

“Good,” said Cooper. “That makes you a perfect paw-rest.” The corgi’s squeak of fluster was muffled by the otter’s soles smushing down onto her face, sweat squeezing out as her snout was compressed. He was starting to see the appeal of this—being able to make someone so flustered and happy just by resting his feetpaws on them. He wiggled his toes and felt the little corgi’s lips kiss where they rested.

The otter focused his attention back on the computer. He was looking over the desktop and saw a word document. “Hey, is this that story you’ve been working on?” Owashii let out a muffled squeak and Cooper could feel her face blushing, and her body trembling as if she were trying to frantically move. She let out muffled protests into his soles, prompting him to curl his toes and squish out a bit of sweat, which was quickly replaced by the constant droplets forming on his pawpads.

“You’re a good writer,” said Cooper, assuming she was being self-conscious. “Your rough drafts can’t be that rough.” She was protesting due to the actual contents of the story, a fact that Cooper wouldn’t realize until after he had read through.

“Oh,” said Cooper as he was reading along. “Oh wow. Damn.”

The helpless little plushie corgi couldn’t do anything except whine with embarrassment as he verbally reacted every so often to what she had written.

“You want to be that helpless at my paws?” said Cooper after he finished reading. “You realize I’m your pet, right?” He lifted his paws away for her to speak.

“I never stopped liking paws just because I kept you at mine,” she said quickly, almost defensively.

Cooper smiled and gave an affectionate squeeze over her nose, trapping it within the sweat-steamed depths of his toe-webbing. “I meant if you wanted me to do that to you so badly, you could have just asked.”

“It feels kind of weird for a Mistress to ask her pet to tie her up,” said Owashii, her voice slightly nasally due to the paw burying her nose.

Cooper pat-patted her snout a few times and pushed himself back from the desk, struggling but managing to dislodge his thighs. “Well, you already can’t move so there’s nothing stopping me from taking advantage of it.” He started to waddle his way out of the room, and Owashii watched his fat bounce with his steps.

“Where are you going?” asked Owashii.

“Just grabbing something real quick.” Cooper turned to grin at her. “Do me a favor and don’t move,” he said with a teasing sing-song tone to his voice.

Owashii was left by herself for half of a minute and Cooper returned with his old collar as well as the leash that went along with it. The corgi watched as he removed the brass tag which read “Good boy” since it was hardly appropriate for her. Owashii gulped and wiggled her tail (one of few parts she could still move) as Cooper placed the tagless collar around her neck.

“Now let’s see,” he said as he made his way over to the bag filled with tags. Owashii was still under the desk and could only hear the cling of brass against brass. “So assuming these are directly symbolic… yes, that one will do… ooh, fun!… alright then!” He placed his chosen tags on the desk and then pulled Owashii out from underneath, gently tugging her by her feetpaws. She left a snail’s trail of sweat in her wake, her body a bit curvier from all the liquid it had absorbed. The sweat was still warm and steam rose off of her moisture-saturated body.

“Okay, so,” Cooper began. “I’ve been looking at these and I couldn’t decide which ones I wanted for myself, and then I found this one.” He held up a tag with an analog clock engraved on it. There were arrows along the inner curve of the circle pointing counter-clockwise, and “24 hours” inscribed above it. “This implies everything resetting after a day, yes?”

The corgi nodded as best she could with the liquid clinging to her entire body. “Looks pretty self- explanatory, yeah.”

Cooper grinned a toothy grin. “Good,” he said, putting on the tag and making that moment the checkpoint of time resetting.

Chapter 2

The next tag Cooper showed Owashii had a pair of lips with a zipper across them. He crouched down to place it on her, and a zipper formed on her lips to keep them closed. A layer of fur covered the metal, leaving her entire face still soft to the touch. She had no choice except to breathe through her nose, and knew exactly what Cooper was going to do with it. She gulped as the otter clipped the leash onto her collar, using a footpaw to roll her onto her stomach.

Cooper sat down in front of the corgi with a thump, the entire house shaking a little from his rear-end impact. He stuck his feetpaws in front of himself and wiggled his toes. “C’mere, you.” He started to pull on the leash and the helpless plushie was tugged forward, her sweat-logged limbs still pinned by their own weight. Her face flushed pink as the paws slowly but surely filled her view, and her face was squished up against them.

Each breath was like a dense fog filling the corgi’s lungs, a cloud of odors practically dripping with Cooper’s musk. It was one thing to be smelling those incredibly fragrant paws, but being given absolutely no choice in the matter hit Owashii’s loins in a very sensitive spot. She groaned, twitching her waist a bit, as if trying to buck her hips but not being able to make the movements.

Cooper watched curiously until he realized what she was trying to do, and let her build up her arousal for a few minutes. She was huffing and moaning muffledly, wriggling forward as if trying to get her face deeper into those paws than it could actually go. Beads of sweat rolled down her liquid-saturated fur as her face compressed against the otter’s soles.

“You know,” he said as he let up tension on the leash. “I think it’s fair for me to indulge myself while I’m indulging you, yes?”

His words felt distant to Owashii, trying to make their way through the musky haze filling her mind. But she was able to get the gist of his message and nodded as best she could. Considering what he was doing for her, and the fact that he didn’t even hesitate to fulfill some of her wildest fantasies, she was all too happy to let him do whatever he wanted.

Despite the necessary simplicity of her response, Cooper was able to sense her full cooperation. “Good girl!” he said, which made her whine happily. He bent his knees and pulled his paws away, leaving the corgi panting through her nose. The heavy otter grunted as he hefted himself onto his pudgy footpaws, using one to roll her onto her back. Her pink, bulb-headed length was fully erect and throbbing needily. Cooper licked his lips and stood on either side of her waist, slowly lowering down onto her shaft. His weight helped bury her inside of himself, his huge butt on her waist squashing out enough sweat to form a small puddle that was slowly absorbed by the carpet. Owashii was no longer held down but by the liquid but instead by the otter himself. The compressed corgi tried to thrust as best she could, but still found herself barely able to move.

The otter could sense this struggle and was too heavy to comfortably lift himself up and down, so he decided on a different approach: he leaned forward and wrapped the leash around his paws and the little corgi’s head. Even though she couldn’t move from her spot in the first place, the act of having even less choice in sniffing Cooper’s paws was enough to hit her mind in just the right pleasure spots. She let his scent completely invade her senses, tendrils of his essence leaving their pawprints on her mind. It didn’t take long for the corgi’s knot to swell up, and after a few futile attempts at thrusting her hips a surge of seed launched out and filled the otter’s insides with its sticky warmth. It was a surprising amount given her size, and after several solid seconds of non-stop cumming, her output trickled down to occasional spurts and then stopped completely.

Cooper sat there comfortably, wiggling his body a little. He watched as his fat jiggled with his movements and felt as the cum within himself sloshed around. Owashii’s head almost completely obscured by the cloud of steam surrounding those hot, sweaty otter paws.

The otter could feel the knot deflating and considered moving, but was very happy with his current position. That thick corgi cock felt wonderful on his insides and his own tapered blue length was erect and pulsing, all by the stimulation of pressure against his prostate. He wondered if he could make himself cum hands-free just from letting the corgi do the same, and that curiosity mapped out his activities for the rest of the day.

The smell of Cooper’s paws were like a pheromone to Owashii, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. Even when she was recovering, her length remained fully erect inside of the otter’s rump, leaving him equally aroused with a cock-tip pressed in just the right spot. The corgi certainly wasn’t lacking for fluids and it didn’t take long for her to recover. The end of the first round merged seamlessly into the second one, and Cooper was only able to tell from the return of the active throbbing. He wiggled his body a little bit and the corgi let out a muffled noise of delight.

It took a bit longer this time around for the corgi to reach climax, but Cooper didn’t have to do anything except sit there and let her sniff his soles. He felt the knot swell up again, and a new gush of seed coating his insides. The pressure of that release pushed against just the right spot, and precum started to dribble out of the otter’s length. Owashii recovered her fluids once more and was once again ready for another round. The resulting flood of cum was enough to finally send Cooper over the edge, thick ropes of his seed launching out and splashing atop his huge, wobbling thighs. The fact that this had happened simply because someone was sniffing his paws felt amazing and he wanted more of it. Time slipped away from him as he spent the rest of the day repeating this process to try to cum hands-free as many times as he could.

24 hours passed and the world around them turned gray and murky, as if everything were underwater. Cooper could see through his and Owashii’s bodies as they glided out of their position on the floor, and to where he had originally been standing when he first put on the reset tag. What had been a carpet- drenching pool of sweat formed from the otter’s paws was gone now. Owashii could open her mouth again, and panted heavily.

“C-can we do that again, please?” she asked with a happy pink glow on her face. Her words were slightly slurred from her musk-drunk state.

Cooper was about to agree when an image of a position flashed before his mind’s eye. It was fairly specific and he wasn’t entirely sure where the idea came from, but now that it was there he wanted to try it. Owashii would need to be able to move her arms for this to work though, and this time when he leaned down to put the mouth-zipper tag on her, he stood on her arms. The sweat was squeezed out like water from a sponge and the otter took a few waddling steps in place to step all over her arms. Owashii simply lay there and watched in slight confusion, but wasn’t about to question someone repeatedly stepping on her.

When Cooper was satisfied her arms had been dried enough, he clipped the leash onto her and rolled her onto her stomach, walking over to her legs. He lay down on his stomach and started scooting his paws backwards underneath her, lifting her up. He used the leash to help pull her along where he wanted her to go, and when he was finished sliding underneath her she was left with her sheath poking between his buttcheeks and her face buried in his feetpaws.

Cooper didn’t even have to ask Owashii what he wanted, and with her ability to move her arms she wrapped the leash around her head and his paws, leaving herself trapped. As the hot, steam-fuming sweat leaked out and her body soaked it up once more, her arms became as water-logged as before and she was left barely able to move. He lay there with his head on his hands, enjoying the sensations of the corgi throbbing inside of him.

He felt her thrusting as best she could, and bucked his own hips to help bounce her up. She was heavier than she could move on her own, but still not nearly as heavy as the otter. Just by his own thrusting motions, he was able to lift her up out of himself enough for gravity to do the thrusting for her. It didn’t take long for her to climax, the knot inflating and filling Cooper with that familiar gush of warm seed covering his insides.

He spent the rest of their 24 hours doing the same thing as yesterday: trying to orgasm just from the feel of the corgi cumming inside of himself. His success rate was about the same (though he didn’t even consider keeping count). When they shifted back to their original positions, Cooper decided to kick things up a notch. He placed a second tag on her in addition to the mouth-zipper, and it was engraved with a sperm cell underneath an infinity symbol. When it was placed on the collar, the corgi’s balls started to swell up, and they were visibly throbbing.

Cooper placed another tag on himself, one which displayed a balloon. He felt an indescribable sensation rush over his body, and then he pinched some of the skin on his arm. It stretched out with newfound elasticity, and he found he could pull it as far as he could extend his other arm. When he let go, it harmlessly snapped back into place. He was very pleased that the tags had been fairly straightforward.

This time Cooper stood on Owashii’s face before slowly lowering down onto her waist. As he felt those squishy balls compress under his weight, the cum churning within was squeezed out with such force that it bulged out in a tall dome at first, before spreading out and filling the otter’s body. Cooper was soon filled to capacity and his body started to stretch out, folds of fat flattening with his increasing size. Owashii couldn’t stop cumming even if she wanted to, her tag doing exactly as implied and producing an infinite amount of seed. The fact that she was completely locked in a state of bliss just made it that much better for her. She didn’t even mind that the otter’s feetpaws left her face and she was completely buried underneath him as he completely filled up the room.

Cooper’s stretchy body was like a membrane, molded to the shape of the room and the furniture within. The space had run out but the flow of seed had not, and the walls of the house creaked from the growing pressure. All the walls bulged out slightly, fighting against the unstoppable tide of cum gushing out. The house gave out well before the otter’s body did and it erupted outwards into splintered debris, and Cooper rounded out into a giant sphere with Owashii firmly pinned underneath. The otter grew and grew and grew—a giant ball of otter that soon became visible from hundreds of miles away. Spurts of cum launched out of his shaft every so often, splattering onto his constantly expanding form. He had no way of keeping track just how much he had grown, he simply watched the world around himself get smaller and smaller.

The 24 passed and Cooper found himself rapidly shrinking back down. The house and everything else that had been crushed under hundreds of thousands of tons of cum was rebuilt, and he was once again in the room where he had started, with himself and Owashii in their original positions. Owashii had been stuck in an orgasm for nearly a full day and her body was still twitching, the sensations of pleasure still coursing through her. Cooper still had the phantom sensations of his body being stretched out, and wanted more of it.

“Let’s do that again,” he said. Owashii wasn’t given a chance to respond, and just as she recovered from the afterglow enough to speak she found the two tags placed on herself again, and Cooper sat back down with his paws on her face.

Chapter 3

Cooper lost count of how many times he repeated the cycle of cum-indulgence, since time literally resetting itself meant he didn’t need to keep track. But at some point he decided he wanted to switch things up a little bit. This time, he didn’t put the mouth-zipper on the corgi. He held up a tag which had a blueberry engraved on it, showing it to Owashii before placing it on his own collar.

He felt a tingling sensation over his body, and as he looked down to observe he saw his own fur starting to turn blue, a darker shade than his pawpads. The tart scent of blueberries mixed with his own musk, creating a unique olfactory cocktail. His sweat had a blue tint to it, continuing to roll off in tiny streams and droplets from his feetpaws. As he watched and waited, nothing else happened.

“Huh, I thought that would make me swell up with juice,” he said out loud. He looked up to Owashii and saw her staring at his paws with a stream of drool coming out of her mouth.

“I will do anything to taste those,” she said. “They smell amazing!”

Cooper wiggled his toes and smirked at her. “Just to be fair and clear, your exact words are that you will do ‘anything.’”

“I am giving you a blank check to do whatever you want from this point forward,” she answered. “Just let me suck on your toes, please.”

Cooper couldn’t say no to such an offer, nor could he refuse those hopeful little puppy eyes she was making at him. “Just let me pull a chair over so I can give you a pawjob while you do it, okay?” “Weh!” was all the corgi said in response, trying to move her arms to hide behind her palms. All she managed was a twitch of her shoulders.

The otter pulled the chair over and sat down, his weight once again spilling over the sides. He lifted up a blue footpaw and wiggled his toes, letting droplets of blueberry sweat splash onto the corgi’s face and stain her fur. The other paw was held over her crotch, leaving small splotches of blue in her natural tans and whites. He lowered both paws down, rubbing over her sheath with one paw and placing a toe of the other one over her lips.

Owashii wrapped her lips around Cooper’s toe and sucked on it hungrily, the unusual flavor of salty blueberries fulfilling a craving she didn’t even know she had. The otter’s toe-webbing covered the corgi’s nose and filtered her every breath with his mouth-watering paw scent. He felt her cock-tip emerge against his other paw, and caressed the sensitive tip with his toes. He watched as her stomach slowly expanded, and she humped into his other paw as best as she could.

When the corgi drank all she could, she stopped suckling and groaned softly. Cooper moved that paw over to the one on her shaft and started to stroke her off properly. Her face was completely stained with blue, the spreading patch shifting into a gradient as it leaked towards her chest fur. Her tongue was lolled out of her mouth, stained blue with the otter’s new sweat.

Owashii’s body was still sweat-logged into immobility and all she could do was clench her butt to push her hips up slightly. Cooper stuck his tongue out in concentration as he rubbed and kneaded at her cock, his entire body jiggling with his constant movements. The corgi felt that telltale sensation building between her legs and cum spurted out in a tall arc. It landed right on Cooper’s snout, and he reached up to wipe some of it off. He saw that it was slightly tinted blue from his own sweat, and when he touched it to his tongue he could taste a hint of blueberry.

“Would you like some more?” asked Cooper, moving one of his paws over her face.

Owashii groaned again. “Yes, but I couldn’t drink another drop,” she answered. “No room.”

“Well that’s—” Cooper stopped suddenly as he realized something. “—not an issue!” He stood up and grabbed the balloon tag and placed it around Owashii’s neck. Her fabric shifted to rubber-like fur, her distended stomach flattening out as the blueberry sweat filled her body, leaving her entirety with a slightly blue tint. The otter then sat back down and placed a paw back on the corgi’s face with the other on her crotch.

Owashii wrapped her lips around a toepad and sucked firmly, no longer hindered by the limitation of feeling full. She expanded, her curves becoming rounder and rounder until Cooper could no longer fit both a paw on her crotch and her face. When it hit that point, he rested both paws on her snout and she chugged the blueberry sweat coming from his paws.

“You’re such a good sweat-chugger,” he said. The corgi blushed deeply at a nickname she had used for him.

Owashii grew and grew and had almost completely filled the room. Cooper’s chair had been pushed back against a wall and he had shifted positions so that he was facing her legs, rather than her being perpendicular to him. He could hear the walls start to creak from the pressure, and just when it seemed like they were going to break, they hit their time limit and everything shifted back.

Cooper didn’t waste a second this time. “You’re hot when you’re inflating,” he said, quickly placing the balloon tag on her and the blueberry tag on himself. He put the chair near her head and slipped toes into her mouth, resting the other set over her nose. Owashii didn’t even need to be asked what to do and started gulping down his blueberry sweat hungrily. Her body rounded out and completely filled the room, and the walls began to strain against the flow. This time she had been taking long and deep drinks each time, and before too long the house was once again reduced to splinters and timbers. The corgi’s body was tinted blue from all the sweat sloshing around in her body, and Cooper was happy and aroused to watch her grow like this.

Owashii didn’t have a chance to think with all the sensations overwhelming her mind. His paw musk had the blueberry essence but it was still just as dense of a fog in her senses, now combined with a delectable taste that made her mouth water even as she drank. Her head was still under Cooper’s soles but her body was so massive that the otter couldn’t see anything past it no matter which direction he looked. She only stopped growing when the time reset and they were reverted to their original positions.

Seeing her swell up like that made Cooper remember what he had originally wanted to do. He made his way to the bag of tags and started examining them. “Aha!” he said as he held up what he was looking for: a tag with a blueberry but it was surrounded by outward-facing arrows. He placed it onto his own neck and felt the rush of juice filling his body as his fur turned dark blue. As he saw his flabby folds start to stretch out and his fur turn, he quickly waddled over to stand on Owashii’s face, the little corgi’s plushie head compressed under his mounting weight. He quickly expanded to the point where he no longer had distinct limbs, just handpaws and feetpaws sticking out of a growing orb.

The blueberry form had far less give to it than the balloon, and furniture started flattening under his growing body. He didn’t need to fully fill out the room before the growing pressure was too much for the ceiling to endure and he burst upwards through the roof. It was a familiar sight to him—his view of the horizon broadening as he swelled up in size.

Owashii was completely flattened with her face buried in the paw, unable to perceive anything except the scent wafting into her nostrils. She only regained her senses when time reset itself and they were back at where they started.

Cooper picked up the blueberry expansion tag and looked at Owashii. She only needed a second to sense what he was thinking. “I said you can do whatever you want and I meant it,” said the corgi. The otter smiled brightly as he placed the tag on her collar. Her fur turned that familiarshade of blue, and her body began to swell up into a sphere.

Cooper went up to her feetpaws and then pressed his face into them, kissing her toes. The now-round corgi wiggled those blueberry-flavored digits and Cooper took them into his mouth. He sucked the sweat out of them, closing his eyes and very much enjoying the flavor. As her paw lifted off of the ground, he stood up with it and kept it in his face, humping against the growing ball of corgi. She squished and sloshed with his movements, and soon felt the stickiness of seed at her side. The corgi continued to grow and grow, the house erupting into shards of broken wood. The otter kept her toes in his mouth the entire time, and didn’t stop until everything reset at the end of 24 hours.

This time when their positions were reset, Owashii’s fur was left still tinted blue. Cooper leaned down and sniffed at her, but she didn’t smell like blueberries. “Your fur is still blue,” he said.

“It is?” said the corgi, looking over to the sides and inspecting her arms. “Huh, I’m blue,” she said. “Da ba dee da ba di,” she sang afterwards, unable to resist.

“You’re such a dork,” said Cooper with a laugh.

“Thank you,” said Owashii. “Jokes aside: blue’s nice but purple is more my color. Not sure how we’re going to wash it out.”

“Well,” said Cooper. “I think the best way to do that is to wash it out with more sweat.” He made his way over to the bag of tags. “And I know just which tag to use.”

Chapter 4

The tag that Cooper held up was enough to make Owashii blush just by what it meant: a pawprint surrounded by outward-facing arrows. Cooper lifted a footpaw over her face and wiggled his toes as he slowly lowered it down, capturing her nose between the sweat-shimmering webbing between his digits. Owashii could hear the clanking of the tag being clipped on, and felt the paw start to grow against her body.

She felt her waist vanish underneath the sweaty otter paw, followed by her thighs and soon the rest of her legs. The sensation of pulling covered her entire body, and her connection with the outside world was cut off by the steamy musk flooding her senses. It wasn’t long before the paw pushed against the walls of the room, the house once again vainly struggling against an unstoppable outward force. Debris flew outwards as his toes crashed through, the walls crumbling as they came in contact with his growing paws.

The movement of growth from paw expansion dragged across her frontside in just the right way. The endlessly sweat-logged plushie didn’t take to be coaxed into a powerful climax, which the otter felt splashing up against his endlessly growing middle-most pad. She wasn’t given a recovery period (not that she minded) and about thirty minutes later she hit another orgasm. By this point, the house was long gone and Cooper’s paws were so large that her output was like a small dot upon his paws. There wasn’t much he could do for the rest of the 24 hours, as his paws were far too large for him to move. Owashii, of course, didn’t mind in the slightest and once things reset she looked up at him hopefully. Her fur was still tinted blue but no longer completely saturated with the color.

Cooper was more than willing to let his paws grow again, but wanted to keep things at a size where he could still fully feel her. He sat down and placed his paws on either side of her head, putting the tag on his own neck. He let his paws expand, and just when his toes were touching the ceiling he took off the tag, and his paws stopped growing. Owashii was left sandwiched between them, her body completely trapped in their sweaty embrace.

It was like a sauna for the corgi, all the walls around her dripping sweat and emitting steamy musk. Whatever sweat was squeezed out of her body by the pressure of the paw-hug was instantly replenished by the dense humidity constantly radiating from the otter’s paws. The constant liquid in her stuffing kept her from being able to move her limbs on her own.

Cooper lifted his toes away from each other and then plapped them together with a sweaty splash, causing a muffled squeak from the corgi. He felt her hardness throbbing against his paws, kneading her around in his now almost-comically oversized paws. This was much more to Cooper’s liking— he felt every twitch of Owashii’s body, every throb of her cock and attempt to thrust her hips.

The clouds of steam from those paws started to slowly fill the room, letting the otter get a good whiff of his own musk. Once he smelled them, he knew exactly why Owashii had been so desperate for them. He wiggled and splayed his own toes, letting the fumes of scent swirl around the room and raise the ambient temperature.

Owashii couldn’t perceive any changes outside of those paws, nor did she want to. Though her physical state reset at the end of each 24 hour cycle, her immersion in Cooper’s scent remained cumulative. Her mind was completely lost in a maze of musk, overpowering her thoughts and augmenting her existing desires. She barely felt her own orgasm at that point, but her body shuddered all the same. Cooper could feel the splotch of warm liquid amid the layers of sweat covering his paws.

“Such a good girl,” he said. This was met by a dazed mumble from the paw-buried corgi. The otter was still holding the bag of tags, and placed one on his collar: it was like the paw-growth tag but the arrows were facing the pawprint, rather than away from it. His feetpaws started to shrink down and when they were back to their original size, he took off the tag. Owashii was left facedown on the floor in a steaming pile of sweat, heat tendrils wafting from her entire body and Cooper’s paws on either side of her head.

The corgi was given no chance to wonder what Cooper was doing when he squeezed his paws together and placed the paw-growth tag back on himself. Owashii found her body being lifted up into the growing feetpaws, huffing the fumes of paw-musk deeply and letting out happy little whimpers. She felt the stretching sensation along her entire body once again, the tugging against her shaft, and the paws holding their size once they reached a certain point. The otter wiggled and curled his massive, plump toes, feeling them brush against the ceiling.

He was content to spend the rest of that particular cycle like this, hugging and coaxing Owashii past the edge in gigantic paws, letting them shrink down after climax, and giving the corgi a chance to enjoy the experience all over again. The corgi was in her own personal heaven—her current thought processes wouldn’t even let her consider how many cycles they had gone through, but she had long since lost count and her brain was utterly drenched in his essence.

When that cycle reset, enough sweat had washed through Owashii to leave her fur its original color. Cooper placed a tag on Owashii with a picture of genitals and outward facing arrows. As the symbol suggested, her shaft and balls started to swell up like balloons and Cooper took the tag off when they her cock-tip was near the ceiling. He placed the paw-growth tag on himself and let his feetpaws grow until his toes were the same height.

The otter wrapped his giant paws around the corgi’s equally massive shaft, able to get a prime view of a paw-job while laying comfortably on the floor. As Cooper stroked his gigantic paws up and down, he poked holes in the ceiling with his toes, feeling his heels bump against the corgi’s massive orbs. The scent of otter paws was completely filling the room, the sauna-like properties of the warmth no longer confined to just between the soles.

The corgi’s eruption of cum was powerful enough to blast a hole in the ceiling, debris clinging to the sticky liquid as it arced upwards as a cum-trailing boulder and crashed into the roof with a huge splatter, some chunks of wood tumbling down onto the floor. The fog of steam that had been filling the room leaked upwards in thick plumes, replaced almost as quickly as it escaped. Cooper tilted his giant paws forward and sandwiched Owashii between them, her massive spent-shaft sticking out and still dribbling cum. The moment she was encased in the otter’s paws her shaft twitched a little.

Cooper rubbed his paws forward and back, rubbing over the corgi’s body and the base of her shaft. He kept this up for a few solid minutes, waiting for her to recover, and sure enough the drooping, dripping length started to rise up. Cooper increased his efforts, feeling his fat sloshing and jiggling around violently with his movements. The otter felt the corgi’s knot inflating and squeezing out more sweat with its pressure. It didn’t take long for another massive rope of cum to blast another hole in the ceiling, some of it splattering back inside.

Owashii was left groaning muffledly between those paws, her body exhausted from the merciless assault on her pleasure zones. Even if she weren’t too sweat-logged to move, she wouldn’t have been able to do so. Cooper idly played with her and rubbed her into orgasm for the rest of that 24 hour cycle, the roof having been completely destroyed by corgi’s cum before it rebuilt itself.

As had happened so many times before, everything was repaired when the time reset. By now Owashii’s vision was blurred by the fog of musk deeply embedded within her mind. Cooper didn’t need to ask how she was doing—it was clear as day by her goofy grin and tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Cooper smiled as he saw her like this. This whole endeavor had been a way to repay her for the way she had spoiled and pampered him, but he was finding himself enjoying this position of relative power. There was one more thing he wanted to try that he had seen among the tags, and now seemed like the perfect time to do it.

Chapter 5

The tag Cooper placed on himself had an inflation valve on it, attached to a curve which was cut off by the confines of the tag itself. His fur started to shrink back into his flesh, his skin becoming shiny and slightly transparent. His features became painted-on designs, his mouth displaying a distinctly pooltoy bean-shaped grin. He had lost the folds of flab all over his body but maintained his rounded shape and relative size. His handpaws and feetpaws no longer had distinct digits, but lines and pads painted on. He could still feel the sweat leaking out of his soles though, a unique smell of sweat-drenched vinyl rising up to his nose.

The transformed otter also felt a hardness underneath his sole, which was confusing at first since he wasn’t standing on Owashii. He lifted it up and felt around his sole, his pooltoy handpaw squeaking against the still-sweaty sole. Cooper realized that it was an inflation valve, and it was particularly sensitive to the touch. This made things perfect for what he had in mind.

The otter sat down, his air-filled body bouncing a little bit. He lifted up his paw and curled his ankle up and down (since he had no toes to wiggle) and lowered the sweat-covered pooltoy footpaw onto the corgi’s face.

The valve was against Owashii’s mouth and she took it between her lips, gently biting down on it. Cooper let out a gasp and a moan, realizing that it had become an erogenous zone. He felt even more pleasure when the corgi pressed her nose into the pooltoy paw and sniffed deeply, taking in that rich aroma of vinyl and paw-sweat. She exhaled through her mouth, and Cooper felt the air rushing into him and making his entire body expand.

To Owashii, she was simply nibbling and inflating a pooltoy. To Cooper’s senses, this was oral stimulation on a level he had never felt before. His endlessly-stretchy vinyl body creaked as it increased in size, the sound of the corgi’s exhales reverberating through his entire form. As his head bumped against the ceiling and Owashii was still exhaling, he felt orgasm surging through his body (although at the moment he had no bits with which to release anything). Even as he recovered, Owashii continued to inflate him.

He briefly wondered if he would be strong enough to break through the ceiling, but then he remembered everything else up to that point. He realized he had no reason to believe this to be any different and sure enough he was right: the pressure of the air contained within his vinyl form cracked small cracks in the ceiling and just like with everything else he harmlessly burst through, bits of the ceiling crumbling away with each exhale-induced addition to his size.

Owashii started to run low on breath, despite how eager she was to continue. After a few hours of non- stop huffing and puffing, she was only able to make him grow a tiny bit with each exhale. Cooper could sense this despite the pleasure surging through him with her small nibbles.

“Y-you can stop for now,” he said. “Let’s just wait this out, I’ve got an idea.” Owashii nodded and used her tongue to close the valve, pressing her lips against it and kissing it. Even if she couldn’t inflate him, even though her mind had turned to mush from all the musk, there was still an aware part of herself that was determined to please.

This was enough to make Cooper squirm a little. “Aaaah,” he said, a printed blue blush appearing on his vinyl face.

When they reset, Cooper placed an additional tag on Owashii: one with a pair of lungs and outward- facing arrows within their outline. He placed the pooltoy tag on himself and got back into position with the valve in Owashii’s mouth. This time she gave a mighty minute-long exhale, enough to make him almost completely fill the room. The subsequent inhale took about as long, the aromatic cocktail of sweat-vinyl flooding into her nose and making her feel a little dizzy. Her next exhale was enough to cause Cooper to grow through the roof, the droplets of the rolling sweat on the paw having grown to match his overall size.

The room itself was becoming flooded with sweat—very pool-like, appropriately enough. Owashii floated on top of the salty liquid, her body bobbing down slightly as she exhaled but her lungs (or more accurately, what counted for them in a plushie) were filled with enough air to constantly keep her nose sticking out from beneath the surface. It didn’t take long for Cooper to become absolutely colossal, a pooltoy paw partially squished within the house and the rest of his body waving in the sky.

The way her teeth felt against the plastic inflation valve was divine, and the giant otter’s moans echoed into the distance and reverberated through his body. He didn’t want this to end and when the cycle reset itself he immediately put the tags in place to do it again. Owashii was just as eager to make it happen a second time, and watch that sweaty pooltoy paw grow larger before her very eyes. It was just as wonderful the second time around, as well as the third time, and the fourth time.

The fifth time, Cooper decided he wanted to try a little experiment, placing the balloon tag and the pooltoy tag on himself. The inflation valve appeared on his middlemost pad but he still maintained his skin and fur. He pressed that paw against Owashii’s mouth and when he felt her lips wrap around it, he got the phantom sensation of the same around his still-buried shaft. With her nose buried between toes, she sniffed as deeply as she could for as long as she could, and breathed out just as deeply. Cooper felt his cock twitching and dribbling with precum already, his skin maintaining its squish as he grew. When his entire body erupted out of the house, so too did a fountain of cum erupt from his crotch (which had been growing along with the rest of his body). It splattered far into the distance, and he eventually grew to be large enough to see the crater it left behind. He was very happy to let this happen for the rest of the cycle.

A thought occurred to him during the reset, a way to mix up things they had done before. He placed the same two tags on himself, but in addition to the lung tag he placed the infinite sperm tag on her. The otter wiggled his toes and placed the inflation valve on the corgi’s sheath, idly grasping at her body with his toes. As her length emerged, the valve stretched to fit around it, and all it took was standing on her face with the other paw to get her to quickly reach climax. Her knot inflated and she was stuck in place, a flood of cum gushing out and rapidly filling up Cooper.

Since he maintained all his physical features, his orgasm was able to bear physical fruit. Cooper’s own cum gushed out and soaked his frontside, and thanks to all the pleasure going through him he was barely given a chance to recover before his body erupted with another surge, fed by the cum filling his insides.

His body expanded but he didn’t float, being filled with a liquid instead of air. He was left blobbing out from the piles of cum forming within him, oozing past the confines of the house and into the surrounding neighborhood. Owashii found herself pinned underneath his paw once again, only able to breathe in that steamy musk for air and unable to stop cumming.

Despite the fact that time was almost slowing down for the two who were constantly in the throes of orgasm, it didn’t feel like enough time. Fortunately, they had all the time in the world and eagerly repeated this process until Owashii was too musk-addled and lust-exhausted to even speak.

Epilogue

Cooper had tried out everything he wanted to try with the tags, and was satisfied that Owashii was sufficiently repaid. He removed the paw-sweat tag and the reset tag, placing them into the bag, and he placed that onto the desk. The otter then lay down on Owashii, squishing the sweat out of her and leaving it in a puddle around them on the floor.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” asked Cooper, rolling off of her and sitting up.

“You have no idea,” said Owashii, the fog of musk slowly lifting from her senses. “I had no idea you could be that dominant.”

The otter chuckled. “I’m usually not but you made it fun, and I was indulging myself at the same time.”

Owashii sat up too and leaned over, wrapping her arms tightly around him in a hug. “Thank you,” she said.

“Of course,” said Cooper, hugging her back just as tightly. Owashii leaned back and gave him a kiss on the nose, and he responded by squeaking happily and whapping his tail against the floor.

“I get the feeling you prefer being a pet to a Master though,” said the corgi with a wink. “So subby that you like serving a living toy.”

Cooper blushed a little bit. “H-hey! It’s not my fault you make it so hot.”

Owashii responded with a grin so devious that Cooper was left feeling a little unsettled. “Oh you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said. “Do me a favor and lay down, pet.”

Cooper gulped and did as he was instructed, his heart pounding as he wondered what the corgi had in store for him. She grabbed the bag of tags and brought it over, holding it within his view. The first tag she took out was the paw-sweat tag, and the otter’s eyes opened wide as she placed it on herself. She took a seat on his huge, wobbling stomach and planted those feetpaws right on his face.

They had been very hot and sweaty before but this was unreal in the best possible way. Cooper had to chug sweat down as fast as he could just to get enough room to breathe, desperately and happily snorting down the corgi’s thick paw-musk that left his mind barely able to process anything.

“Aww, you’re such a good sweat-chugger,” she said. The nickname pierced through the dense fog of corgi paw completely clouding his mind, and his face flushed brighter blue. “This seems like a good checkpoint as any,” said the corgi as she placed the reset tag onto herself. “Now. What shall I experiment with first?”