A few days ago I started thinking about a rubber wolf character who exclusively eats rubber sheep, and gradually put together a story idea for them! Their name is sheen, and they delight in transforming people into rubber sheep drones and snacking on them. Story includes a lot of stuff: vore, absorption, TF, inflation X3

Sheen finds a fat fox to transform, showing them the joys of being a delicious inflatable rubber sheep drone...

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A New Look
By: Indi

It was that odd time between far too late and far too early when Zane found himself riding on the train home. The fat fox had spent the night hopping from bar to bar, never happy at any one place for long. At one point he’d actually been drunk, but as he sat in the empty train car only a buzz remained, along with the beginnings of a slight hangover.

The train came to a stop, an automated voice announcing the station’s name. Zane only paid enough attention to hear it wasn’t his stop, before returning to being bored. He didn’t even notice the new passenger who’d gotten on at first, though they were rather hard to miss.

He was a silver wolf, dressed in a bright pink jacket and white pants. On his head was a pink, holographic visor, a somewhat showy model. From a casual glance everything about the wolf seemed to shine, from his outfit to his fur. Zane swore the latter actually managed to reflect light, as if it weren’t fur at all. He shrugged the strange thought off, deciding it was either some dumb trendy fur dye or just the booze in his system tricking him.

The wolf headed straight over to Zane once he was on the train, standing right across from him despite the plethora of empty seats available. His full attention was on Zane, his gaze never venturing elsewhere. It went from baffling to annoying really quickly, and Zane simply wasn’t in the mood for it.

“Dude, keep staring at me and you’ll regret it,” Zane growled, making a passing attempt at being intimidating.

“I didn’t mean to offend, sir!” the wolf replied with a smile that never wavered. “I just couldn’t help but think you could do with a brand new look.”

A scowl came across Zane’s face. “Yeah, well I could always cram a wolf in my gut and see how that looks!” He was only sporadically a pred, but the wolf was proving annoying enough for Zane to want to glut.

“You’re in need of a far more drastic change than that I’m afraid. Though some more heft would certainly be a good start.”

Zane had had enough. He stood up and stomped over to the wolf, his belly wobbling and shirt riding up a little. “If you like how fat I am then feel free to add to it!”

The fox landed a hard punch right into the wolf’s middle, expecting him to buckle and collapse from the force. Instead his fist struck the wolf and just kept going. It was as if he’d punched a really thick balloon. Confused, Zane threw a couple more punches, but he had the same result each time. Worst of all, the wolf showed no signs of pain, or any inconvenience at all.

Up close, Zane realized the wolf’s fur wasn’t actually fur. It was slick and solid like rubber, and smelled faintly of it, too. As the wolf let out an amused laugh he could even hear it creak.

“Well if you’re offering then it’d be rude to refuse!” The wolf pinched his arm and pulled a long strand of silver rubber from it. He swung the detached strand at Zane, wrapping it around the fox’s neck like a snap bracelet until it became a collar. “My name’s Sheen, by the way.”

Zane stumbled backwards, his paws instantly pulling at the rubber collar Sheen had somehow put on him. It stretched in his grip, but no matter how hard he tugged it didn’t snap or break. “What the hell is this, get it off, get it off!”

“It’s just an alter collar, and it’s the key to your new look—Zane.” His grin widened as the frantic fox froze momentarily from hearing his name. “To become the best possible you you’ll need to be a big, puffy, rubber sheep.”

As if on cue white rubber suddenly gushed from the collar, sending Zane into a panic. It oozed under his shirt, pouring down his chest, sides, and back. A cool sensation spread from wherever the rubber coated, causing Zane to shudder in place. The rubber defied gravity, flowing up his arms and covering his paws completely. It still looked liquid, but didn’t drip or stain at all. The rubber had also shifted color to black on his paws and forearms.

With the rubber running down his rump and legs Zane lifted up his shirt. His soft belly was now white and shiny. He looked like he was wearing a latex suit. Overwhelmed by what was happening, Zane barely noticed the extra effort it was taking to move any part of his body coated by the rubber. Or that he was lighter than normal.

Zane nervously poked his gut, whimpering as his finger pressed in deep. He wasn’t just covered in rubber—he was rubber. Just like Sheen. He very nearly fainted.

Of course his transformation wasn’t over just yet.

Once everything below Zane’s neck was rubber, his belly began to balloon outward. He yelped as his shirt grew tight, clinging to his expanding body. His upper arms and thighs were puffing up rapidly as well, so that the white rubber portions of his body resembled the extra-fluffy wool of a sheep. His paws reshaped into shiny hooves.

Zane’s clothes had been a little loose to handle his occasional shifts in weight, but now they were far too small. The seams of his shirt and pants ripped open. There was nothing Zane could do but watch his clothing get shredded, leaving his puffy form exposed. His hide gently creaked as it was stretched. He couldn’t believe what was happening—he was blowing up like a balloon!

Fortunately Zane’s fears of turning into a sphere didn’t come true. The rubber sheep was still much wider than before, filled with so much air he could barely move. He didn’t know what Sheen would do to him next, but he doubted it’d be anything good.

“Oh wonderful, you’ve come along so nicely!” Sheen said with glee, circling the blimpy Zane in the cramped train car. He prodded the sheep often, as if to remind Zane of what he’d become. “But why don’t we put you in the right mindset to finish things off?”

“I’m sorry, please turn me back, please—mmph!!”

Zane’s cry was silenced as rubber once again poured from the collar, this time wrapping up and around his whole head. As it flowed and molded Zane pulled at it. It looked like he was stretching a rubber mask.

Blind, Zane found it increasingly impossible to concentrate. His head was spinning, thoughts jumbled. Odd thoughts were invading his brain, only adding to the confusion.

I’ve gotta get it off, I’ve gotta get it off!

Why? it doesn’t hurt.

But I’m not supposed to be rubber! I’m not a balloon!

You can’t be hurt if you’re rubber, and everyone loves balloons.

I’m...I’m not...I’m not…

It’s a gift, embrace it! Rubber drones don’t have to worry, you can be carefree.

N-No…I’m...why is thinking...so hard…

Don’t worry, Sheen will handle all the thinking for you. Just go with the flow.

The struggling stopped. A small smile grew on the rubber sheep’s face. No worry or anger, only complacency.

“Well drone, how do you feel?”

“I feel great! Being a rubber sheep is amazing, thank you Sir!”

Sheen chuckled. “You’re welcome! I just knew you’d like being a sheep eventually. You look good. More than good, you look good enough to eat! I mean, for a rubber wolf like myself nothing hits the spot quite like a puffed up rubber sheep.”

The drone blushed. “It’d be an honor to get eaten by you, Sir! I guarantee I’ll be a delightfully fattening feast.” He slapped his belly, causing it to bounce a little.

“I don’t doubt it! I wouldn’t have converted you if I didn’t think you’d make a great addition to my bulk.”

Sheen pinned the gleeful drone’s arms to their sides and opened his maw wide—very wide. A single gulp was all it took to swallow the drone’s head, a second easily handling their broad shoulders. Of course the drone didn’t put up even the slightest bit of fight as they were rapidly consumed. They did wiggle a bit from joy, though.

As Sheen swallowed the blimpy drone his jacket began to unzip, making room for his rapidly ballooning belly. It creaked from all the swelling, gently bouncing and bulging. It grew past his knees, eventually touching the floor of the car.

Rubbery jaws shut tight around equally rubbery hooves. With a sloppy buh-urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp and a creak, Sheen was left alone in the train car. The rubber wolf’s belly was massive yet light. Sheen had no trouble lifting it up a little with his paws and waddling around, though turning around in the car was nearly impossible without getting wedged. He was blushing, his smile wider than ever as he wobbled and hugged and groped his gut.

“Now that was a meal fit for a wolf!” Sheen bellowed. “So stuffed I can barely move—and there’s no way I could squeeze this belly through the doors, not even with help!” He leaned into his middle, listening to it creak. “I’d love to be able to waddle around the city a bit with you in my gut, but I fear I’d draw too much unwanted attention. Time to compress you down to size~”

Sheen's belly started vibrating, and then it started shrinking. As it shrunk the rest of the wolf grew thicker, plumping up considerably. His clothing stretched to a degree, clinging to his increasingly-blubbery body enough to show off the curves he was gaining from absorbing the drone

The movement within Sheen gradually slowed until the happy wiggles were just a faint, instinctive bouncing. By the time the shrinking stopped Sheen was fairly fat, still sporting a sizable beach ball of a belly jutting outward, exposed. He gave it a slap, watching it jiggle on its own. The drone that had been Zane was now a part of Sheen, stored away until needed—if he were ever needed. Sheen could get rather forgetful, after all.

Another stop was called on the overhead announcement, the train slowing down and the doors opening. Sheen cheerfully strolled out, a paw idly tapping his rubber gut. His little late night train rides never failed to sate his appetite.

A lion hurried past the wolf, making the train just in time. They breathed a sigh of relief at their luck, before their gaze was drawn to a strange pile of ruined clothes sitting on the floor, along with an abandoned phone. The smell of rubber was everywhere. In the distance they swore they heard a creaking cackle, and gulped. Perhaps they’d avoid the late night trains from then on.