SCP - Pinata/Plush Transformation

>you're not sure how you ended up in this weird place
>but hell, this is a lot better then death row
>all you've had to do so far is poke funny boxes,
>or read books with incomprehensible text,
>or open doors that don't seem to do anything
>but this next one gives you the creeps for some reason
>the armed guard waiting outside is probably contributing to that feeling
>inside you see a creepy looking doll
>or maybe it's a pinata
>it's kind of cute, in a Twilight Zone kind of way
>you were asked to go “interact” with it, whatever that means
>but as you take a few steps into the room you freeze
>not from fear or hesitation, but you actually feel like your body has become unable to move anymore
>you start to get nervous
>you can feel something decidedly unnatural happening inside of you
>it feels like someone's pumping you full of gravel
>no, not gravel, it's too light
>it's like air, but you can feel it grumbling and grounding as whatever is happening spreads
>you start to get really scared as you realize you're no longer breathing
>you don't feel any pain though, not exactly
>just a deep disorientation and discomfort
>your fear escalates drastically as you can see the doll-thing suddenly move
>it's eyes are red
>it lunges right at you with terrifying speed
>just as quickly, a glass wall comes down, separating the room in two
>the pink creature smashes into the glass wall so hard you see a fine crack spread through it
>the creature bounces back and rebounds, slamming into the glass a few more times
>when it sees the glass won't budge, it calms just as suddenly as when it came to life
>you hear the door open
>two technicians in those full-body condoms you see people wear in zombie movies come in
>you're quite surprised when you feel them spray something onto you
>the three of you wait there for what feels like forever
>finally, you hear the buzz of a radio
>one of the techs says the chemical is working
>now that he mentions it, you do feel yourself calming down
>the hollow sensation in your chest is receding
>with a gasp you take the most satisfying breath you've ever taken
>they take you to a holding room while the stuff they sprayed you with continues to work
>in your daze, you see someone talking to the techs
>probably a boss
>he's smiling, congratulating them
>you lie there for a long while
>you start to feel that you should probably get the hell out of here

- - -

>you wake up
>it's late
>maybe, it's hard to tell down here
>there aren't any windows
>you notice something
>the last thing you would expect in your current situation
>you're painfully erect, and unbearably horny
>you grope around and find the room's light switch
>shoving your pants down, you see why you've got such an unnatural lust
>your dick... isn't your dick anymore
>the shaft is rubbery, bright orange, and doesn't look like it has the right shape
>very pointed
>almost... animal
>you're about to cry out for help, but your body acts out on it's own
>you need to jack off
>right now
>you bring both hands to your mutated shaft
>though it's not wet, touching it makes your hands feel weird
>like something has been transferred from it to them
>with a phenomenal amount of will-power, you pull your hands away from your crotch to examin them
>orange and white patterns are growing on your palms
>and they're spreading
>you find that you don't care
>following your instincts brings you back to jacking it
>you feel the familiar build up
>moaning and grunting at how much better this new cock feels compared to your old one
>you actually roar out as you cum
>while you spasm from the intense afterglow, you hear a strange noise and look down
>rather than the usual white goop (because that would be too normal for this place) what you've cum looks like...
>candy
>gum balls, gummy bears, a few chocolate bars, even (somehow) a lollipop
>you sit there panting, looking down at the “puddle” of candy ejaculate
>once your head stops spinning you observe your body
>the strange changes have spread up your arms, adopting a veritable kaleidoscope of colors
>oranges, browns, yellows, whites, arranged in festive party patterns
>you look up to your bed, and beside the room's sink
>the place is stark and grim, even by prison standards
>but they did equip you with a small mirror
>you get up on wobbly legs and walk over to it
>your face has changed too
>if you had to guess you'd say you're turning into a tiger
>some kind of overly cute, cartoony, plush-pinata tiger
>you plop back onto the bed and resuming examining your transforming body
>you're very curious to know how the candy came out of your urethra
>you poke and prod the tip of your dick, and are only mildly surprised when you see it stretches open quite easily
>the inside is also very slick, but entirely dry
>you guess it's to allow the candy to slide out, without getting it wet and potentially spoiling it
>you bring your hands (which are now very paw-like) up to your chest
>you tap and prod yourself
>that feeling of hollow rumbliness is back
>you now understand it to mean your insides are filling with candy
>you know this should upset you, but you don't mind
>if your humanity is the cost you have to pay to have those insane candy-gasms, you don't really care
>all of the poking you've done to your shaft has brought it back to full erection
>that, and you can feel the transformation coming to a close
>the last of your skin is covered by that soft, festive texture
>you feet turn into paws
>the hollow feeling spreads to your head and your eyes roll back at the indescribable sensation
>your dick spits out a few skittles, like if they were drops of pre
>with a yelp you feel your tail burst out, almost at the same time as your second candy-gasm
>you didn't even have time to touch yourself this time, but the wave of ecstacy that hits you is even greater than the first
>you unload so much candy it spills off the bed and pools onto the floor, connecting with the first pile you made
>after a bit, you curl up on yourself and lick your own shaft clean
>an unnecessary gesture, since it's dry as a bone, but it comforts your tiger-like instincts
>also the bonus stimulation is a lot of fun
>you taste like orange jelly-beans, or some kind of tangerine hard-candy
>it's a surprisingly rich and complex flavor, for a rubbery candy-dick
>you're not sure how long you lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, but after a while a security guard comes in
>he mumbles something about you making too much noise and how it's lights out and you should be...
>he pauses as he sees you, then the candy, then back to you again
>he reaches for his side-arm, but you're too quick for him
>despite being so light and hollow, you're surprisingly strong
>you push him back, disarm him, and throw him onto the bed before he knows what's happening
>with predatory eagerness, you climb on top of him
>somehow you change your soft padded claws into real ones for an instant, and rip off his pants
>you're about to take him then and there
>ride him like you're going to breed him full of cubs
>but you pause, realizing you've got other ways of reproducing
>you keep the guard pined down, but reach over to your pile of candy
>grabbing a handful, you slowly peel off the wrapping and force feed him the candy one piece at a time
>you smile as the effect starts to work, fast
>he's no longer resisting and is eagerly eating the candy you offer him
>his head grows that strangely textured fur, similar to your own
>his is black and white
>you see from the shape of his growing muzzle and his round ears that he'll be an adorable panda bear
>you keep feeding him until he groans and you feel him shudder
>looking down you see he's had his first candy-gasm
>his own dick has also transformed
>it's white with speckles of black on it
>too curious to resist, you crouch down and give it a long, slow lick
>he tastes like cookies & cream
>you reposition yourselves and are soon frotting your shafts together
>lost in the sensation as you erupt with more and more candy
>it must be a few hours later when the panda tells you the two of you will have to be careful if you want to escape
>the place has all sorts of security measures in place to prevent the “inmates” from just such an escape
>you're not too worried
>they've underestimated how potent the pinata-creatures transformative power can be
>all you'll need to do is get people to eat a few of the candies, that will start turning their mind
>then with enough more candy, their bodies will change too
>then they'll be yours
>you think for a bit, then tell your panda friend that you won't be leaving, not yet
>you ask him to show you where the cafeteria is, and tell him to bring some of those piles of candy