Glitter Critter

Ben was in his freshman year of college, living off campus with his parents. Fast asleep, the blonde haired youth was sprawled the wrong direction on his bed on his belly, face close to the huge television at the foot of his bed, snoring loudly.

 When all of a sudden the little red light turned green, the one that meant the TV was coming on. But it didn't come on like normal.

 A bead of white light pulsed in the center of the screen before eating slowly outwards in a circle, like at the end of a cartoon when the black circle closes around a character's face, but in reverse, and slow.

 The soft sound of static spilled into the boy's ears as he was sleeping as the circle grew wider and wider, revealing a huge, demented looking rabbit's face, if it could even be called that.

 The thing looked like it was made out of rubber, its face set with huge, bulging shiny cheeks and deep, dark looking creases and wrinkles drawn in around the forehead and the eyes!

 Almost like a fucked up cartoon mascot, caked all over with over the top colorful makeup! Like the ugliest costume he had ever seen, and someone had tried to pretty it up. The rabbit's huge nose twitched on the TV, it's short muzzle giving way to a huge, sopping looking mooshmouth with two pearly white buckteeth sticking over the bottom lip, painted with bright red lipstick and running through with creases that ran into the creature's wet, slick looking mouth.

 As the circle revealed more and more, Ben would've been able to see that there was no body attatched to this thing, it was just a disembodied head, like Mario's at the beginning of that Super Mario 64 game. But he was of course asleep.

 The TV fixed that. The fucked up bunny face on the screen became animated, mouth warping bizarrely huge for a second as it spoke in a booming, goofy voice which shook the walls of his room it was so fucking loud, jarring him awake. "HUH-HEY BOYTH AND GIRLTH! IT'TH TIME FOOOOOOR GLITTER CRITTERTH!"

 Jay lurched upwards, propping his head up to stare right into the screen as he was jarred awake, just in time to see the words "Glitter Critters" wipe across the top of the screen over the rabbit's head, its huge, toony eyes following the graphic as it spilled across the screen, the letters shining and sparkling as if they were made out of glitter.

 High pitched, twinkly tinkly music started booming from his TV, the walls around him buzzing with the volume as he felt his body going rigid there on his belly, arousal quickly spilling into his weak, human frame as he felt his body wrench sideways, his cock hardening as his legs swung out over the floor, feet plopping loudly onto the carpet!

 In the dim light he looked down to see his feet were far bigger than they were supposed to be, and they began to plop and march on the carpet while he sat on the edge of his bed. He didn't want to, but it was as if his legs were no longer his! He could still feel everything from them, though, and the feeling of his hips sliding and rubbing together began to jostle his swelling balls and member as he stood straight up, beginning to march in place as he looked down at himself in disgust.

 That booming, goofy voice jarred his attention once more and he looked at the TV as the stupid, fucked up girly bunnymonster on the TV sang the next line, the graphic of the title, Glitter Critters sparkling and shining brightly above, as if it weren't the title of the TV but of his room, of what he was doing right now. The strange thought had just enough time to slip in his head before the bunny repeated what he had just boomed, the words finally registering to the human the second time they were announced in a lispy, sing songy voice.

 "IT'S TIME FOR TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP! GET ON UP PUT ON YOUR MAKE-UP, MAKE-UP!" The voice boomed out before the TV lurched violently on Ben's dresser.

 The screen warped outwards, spilling convexly into the room before it looked like it ruptured, the front turning liquidous for a second before the screen gave way and blorted a soggy, slimy pile of oversized makeup items all over the sheets of his bed, stinking to high heaven like bunny semen and feet.

 Ben was horrified as he saw this pile dumped onto his bed, and he wanted to run out, to get away from this thing on the TV, brain no longer concerned with unplugging the TV. The room was obviously this bunny's now, he just wanted to get away.

 But that's not what Glitter Critters do, and that's not what the show was about! The illogical thoughts rose again and again in his head, louder and louder as he felt his body jerking him towards the bed, reaching out for the pile of soggy makeup and grabbing a huge tube of lipstick as he felt words rising up in his throat, shaky and unsure as he tried to hold them back.

 "T-t-time for me to... T-t-to WAKE UP! G-g-get on up p-p-PUT ON MY MAKEUP! MY MAKEUP!  MY MAKEUP!" It felt like something had broken in the back of his throat, the ability for him to hold back his words. His cock was rapidly growing rigid as he screamed these last words over and over again, twisting off the cap from the lipstick and sniffing in deeply as the rancid, rotten stench spilled out.

 He jammed it forward against his face as he repeated the phrase over and over again, dragging it all over his lips and cheeks, which began to swell and grow bigger, his face quickly looking demented as he reached for more items, crying out the phrase over and over again.

 It continued in this fashion for a while, him shouting over and over as he jerkily prettified himself up, cock growing harder and bigger and longer as he turned his face into that of the pretty bunny monster on the TV. The only other thing growing were his feet, which thumped louder and heavier on the floor each time he violently put them down, marching with great purpose in place as he put on ALL his makeup, his thoughts feeling strangled.

 It was as if each time he shouted the phrase, he was piling it on top of a huge pile of the same statement, and his other thoughts were suffocating under it. In his minds eye he frantically tried to dig through the huge pile of memories of him putting on his makeup, but all he could find beneath was the same thing. He was too far gone.

 The twisted feeling of losing himself was beginning to hold more and more appeal to his new mind, though, especially if it meant more of those funny squirty feelings of ruining his bed. He giggled idly as he put on his mascara, ceasing his shouting as he finished the other eye, face now completely changed into that of the monster, along with his cock and his partially transformed, still human fleshy feet, already size twenty.

 And he had his makeup on, but what next? What was he suppos- Before he could even finish the thought, the voice boomed again, a huge grin splitting his face as his familiar friend's voice, his own voice, split the air, telling him what to do, what came next in the show.

 "IT'S TIME TO STOMP AND MARCH AND DANCE! IT'S TIME TO HUMP AND POOP YOUR PAAAAANTS!" Benny bunny was on board with what his friend was saying until that last part. It was.. It was too dark, not sissy at all. Not something he should be doing.

 Not something he should be doing. He felt like that statement had more significance than just towards the last thing his bunny friend said. But it was confusing, as if he was trying to remember a dream. Was he not supposed to be doing something?

 His legs marched him in circles around the room as he tried to think, makeup caked face contorting into different, goofy, strained thinking expressions as he reached down with both still human hands and started to rub and jack at his huge, foot and a half long scummy rabbit rod, the room stinking like feet and cheap perfume and body odor and sweat.

 His brain touched on something he shouldn't be doing, but it didn't seem right.. But it fit the bill for something he shouldn't be doing, right? Pooping his pants? Sissy bunnies didn't do that! Yeah, that must've been what he was worrying about. He didn't want to do that, it was so gross! He giggled to himself at how gross the idea sounded as his bunny friend on the TV repeated his command over and over, each time making it sound even sillier and more wrong.

 Making it sound naughty. And dark. But if his bunny friend was telling him to do it, if the show wanted him to do it, if that's what happened in the show, and he was the show, if he was a glitter critter, and that's what glitter critters were supposed to do..

 He felt himself sinking down into these strange logic loops, relishing in the feeling of his huge bunnycock as he jacked and stroked it, filling the room with his rancid scent as he squirted his pre on everything..

 If that's what the show is about, and he's the show, and he's a glitter critter, and that's what they do.. He felt his mind running through the reasons again, faster, more frantic this time as he felt the hot, naughty urge bubbling up in the pit of his hugely swelling ass, threatening to tear his pants off his frame.

 "If that'th what the show is about! If I'M THE SHOO-OOOW, if I'm a g-g-glitter c-c-critter-"

 "M-m-maaaaybeeeeeee I can p-p-p, p-p-PPP, P-P-POOOOOP MY PAAAAANTS, POOP MY PAAAAANTS, POOP MY PAAAANTS!" Again, he tried to hold it back, but it was no use, and when it finally came out it was deafeningly loud and goofy, shouted again and again into the tinkly, music filled air as he let loose, his hands a blur on his bunnycock.

 His human ass grew far larger in an instant, ripping the seams on the seat of his pants but not tearing them, before his anus warped and twisted and swelled in an instant, accomodating the thick log of solid, stinking shit as big around as a can of hairspray that came barreling with force out of the kid's ass.

 It lumped up in the seat of his pants hotly before beginning to squeeze out between the stitching, little flecks falling onto the ground as he stomped in circles around the room, shaking his huge ass and hips as shit squeezed out of him, rolling down his pantlegs and squeezed tightly between the fabric and his hugely swelling, rubbery legs.

 He shouted it again and again as it just kept coming, his belly growing and blomping heavily over the waistband of his pants, forcing his member down and making it hard to reach as he moved his hands up instead to rub and grab as his swollen tummy and chest, which was getting bigger and squishier, into big stinky rabbit moobs! And he was pooping and stomping all around the room, playing out his favorite episode of his favorite show!

After Benny Bunny had finished doing what the rabbit had told him, he had fun for a while marching around the room and going back over parts of the episode in his head, his huge, orange sized bunnytoes squelching and plorping in wet piles of shit that had breached and spilled all over the floor when his gigantic ass and hips finally tore free from his pants. As he was going over it, he thought his favorite part was probably when he woke up the human! It was so funny to see them startled at first before they knew what was going on, before they knew what time it was and what episode was playing.

With a deep, shuddering breath through those buckteeth over his huge bottom lip, Benny's thought segued into another. That there were other people in his house, and that he could rerun that part of the episode if he wanted. A deep, dark chuckle forced its way out of the pit of the rabbit's form as it stomped heavily over to the door, proud of his realization. He had a feeling this was the start of a Glitter Critters marathon!

~fin