It would of been all her fault. That Lust driven woman could easily been called a Milf, Couger or any number of terms that described one such as herself, Even now her newest 'trap' would be well on its way. Dressed in a way that would of driven many men to the brink merely from gaving upon her. Oh so very curvacious with those long tanned legs leading up to those broad shapely hips, Plump valentine shaped rump., Smooth little tummy right up to those full rounded breast easily as large as a young boys head with swollen nipples, The experience was part bliss and part torture. Every so often she relaxed and behaved as a mother should have, the rest of the time she spent trying to seduce the young man, Her own son, It had gone from simply glimpses of her undergarments and dropping of hints or phrases, to outright blowjobs, handjobs, or slipping into the same shower as him! He'd managed to hold his resolve out of loyalty to his father, but she was simply torturous using his morals as a defense yet secretely took his sexual needs on those thick plushy animals and it would be this that Haunted her, His younger sister. Her mind warped and twisted with the image
of her dear brother exiting the shower haunted her, Flooding her mind for days, Weeks of thought sof what it would feel like, smell like. Taste like! And her friends were no help of course, NEarly all of them 14 years old and all swore they had been with someone, But her only interests were with her brother. Leading to her current position, One of her friends having Stolen that twisted bondage from her mothers closet. It all happend somewhat publicly in the large yard of that small two story brick, All moderately hidden behind that 8ft tall privacy fence. The young girl had been in that aching position for hours, Her legs bent painfully, And her arms suffered the same. Bent to the point that her hands touched against her shoulders, And they didnt use some kind of fancy bondage or even a Belt to bind her, Simple old fashioned Silver Duct-tape, Her back arched shamelessly from her position, those nimble little legs bound in much the same as her arms with nearly a full roll of Duct tape used around her mid theigh, Forcing her legs to bend, To rest down on her knee's with her heels bent at an extreme angle, Heels digging into the plump flesh of her backside. Soon that soft sun stained flesh would be hidden, Long Golden locks of that young girl hidden behind a heavy layer of Plush and carpet like Fur. Her hair tied into
buns stuffed into those ball like Bear ears, She could barely see past those large plastic Lense's that made up the eyes, The muzzle of that large plushy bear open ever so slightly allowing her to breath. The transformation was all but complete and once they thought she was finished it was merely the trouble of carrying her, That now simple toy back into the house, Upstairs into her brothers room. being thrown against his bed like some simple toy with a meek cry. The girls suple, Lilith hips bucked ever so slightly feeling the teasing air wafting thrue those tiny openings blowing against those drooling, achingly swollen neitherlips and that pert little tailhole. Yet the first thing her brother would find when he arrived home? A special note signed by his adoring mother, Telling him about the new shapely present waiting for him... Informing him he only need to insert the batteries and insert that large tail plug that would of been nearly the size of a softball! and resting on his bed beside his sister turned Plushy.. It would of been hours she ended up waiting for him to return home, since early morning after been squeezed into that bondage she was forced in that humiliating position. By time she heard her brother making his way up those stairs the house would be silent, his room cold and empty,
Her friends long since gone for the night Giggling about if they would even come back the next day to 'rescue' the young girl from that bondage. And they wouldnt, Her dear perverted friends would simply wait till the girls brother put that lifeless Plush outside before making their move. But time he arrived home her flesh would be damp, slicked with sweat from that tight little bondage, From the course Cotten brushing against her nude form, HEr eyes closed tight, Her nose stuffed with Cotten, Her lips dried and cracked as she squirmed, Her own weight in the plush forcing her down, Thick rounded legs pushign out from under her forcing he rinto a crude split that would of made her whimper, Untill finally he entered the room, Thick knotted tail plug designed with ridges to look as if it was ment to be screwed in, THe young girl had no idea someone had planned for those thick cold batteries to be worked into her, That they were ment to be pressed up her pert little backside.