Gag Gifts 4

Marshall ignored the blinking red light, no doubt in his mind that it was a telemarketer seeking to “help” him get rich quick. It had been nothing but the same ever since he had the phone hooked up in the apartment. If he wanted to save money, he could easily do so by getting rid of this phone service. His mail was no different, always filled with offers for fantastic credit cards and free cars. A part of him didn’t even want to bother checking it today, but he went through the same old song and dance routine.

“Bill, junk, junk, bill, junk.” He shifted through the letters, smirking at how many fake cards he had been sent. There was one sitting at the back of the box however that was different. He pulled it out and gave it a shake, hearing the contents rattle a bit. The tiger was intrigued, he carried it inside and examined the box as he cut up the credit card offers. It didn’t appear to have the name of the sender printed on it. He started up his messages, letting them play out in the background.

“You have four new voice messages. First voice message. Friday, June 3rd” The machine’s voice read out to him before switching over to the first message.

“Good Morning. My name is John and I’d like to talk to you about a fantastic opportunity…” Marshall allowed the message to play out, almost able to recite it line by line. The same guy had robo-dialed him every single day this week. The tiger flipped the box over and ran a claw along the taped edges, cutting open the box with nervous curiosity.

One edge popped free, flipping up to reveal a silver laden box inside, wrapped with a small golden lace bow. He snipped at the bow with a sharp claw and pulled off the card inside. 

“Second voice message. Friday June 3rd” A second voice popped up on his machine.

“This message is a warning that there has been a water main break in your area, residents are advised that they should be alert and boil water until further notice.” Marshall looked down at the glass of water he had just poured, it didn’t look out of the ordinary but he didn’t want to risk it. He dumped the water out as the message continued to list off the areas affected.

He turned his attention back to the package. It appeared to be a present. He popped open the card inside and read it to himself.

‘Marshall! Happy Birthday my friend. I hope it brings you joy and new beginnings. – Rhyme.’

That’s odd. My birthday isn’t for another couple of months. He thought to himself, and since when did Rhyme exchange birthday presents? It took a few moments to realize where the mistake was. Rhyme must have looked up his birthday online, he always gave the fake date of June 3rd as his birthday, but didn’t Rhyme know the actual date? Oh well, not like he was going to turn down a gift, even if Rhyme had made a mistake on the date. He slid his claw underneath one of the folds of the silver paper and tore it from the gift. The object inside made him do a double take. What would give Rhyme the impression that he would ever want a rattle as a gift? The tiger pulled out the toy and shook it, rolling his eyes at the sounds it made, the same rattling he had heard coming from the box when he shook it before.

“Third voice message. Friday June 3rd.”
“Marshall, you have to listen to me, you’re going to get a package in the mail. It’s a birthday gift from Rhyme.”

Marshall giggled as he listened to the message playing out on the machine. He recognized the voice, but it wasn’t Rhyme, it was his friend Kade. He went to pick up the phone before remembering that Kade wouldn’t be on the other end, this was just a recording.

“You have to listen to me. No matter what you do, don’t open it.” Kade reminded the tiger of how his father used to talk to him. Don’t do this, don’t do that. Marshall began to mimic Kade’s recording, mouthing the words and making fun of how they were coming across. The rabbit’s serious tone was soon lost on Marshall.

“Whatever he sent you, it will change you, it will do something bad to you. You have to believe me, give me a call as soon as you get this message.”

“Oops, looks like the process has already started. You got home a little earlier than I expected.” Marshall turned to look at the newcomer. It was a cute fox! He could barely hide the excitement of seeing his friend. The tiger bounced up and down on his chair.

“Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme!” He laughed and pointed at the older fox with the rattle, seeing his oversized shirt hang limp from his arm.

“Do you like your gift?” Rhyme asked and the young tiger cub giggled and nodded. Rhyme picked up the little boy, the rattle clattering to the floor. Marshall cried for a couple seconds but soon forgot about the discarded toy. Rhyme carried him into his bedroom, his bed now huge compared to his tiny body. He flopped around comfortably on the fluffy mattress.

“Hmm, I hoped to catch you before the regression took place. Oh well. I’ll still get what I came here for.” Rhyme lay the little boy out on the bed and helped remove what was left of the adult clothing. The naked tiger cub smiled up at the adult, waiting for his diaper change.

Rhyme slid the oversized underwear up Marshall’s legs and watched the ring contract into a much smaller size. The magic contained in these things never failed to amaze him. He pulled the cub’s small dick and underdeveloped sac through the ring, letting it do its thing.

When he pulled the article of clothing away from the cub’s body, the package came with it. Marshall’s confused cubby mind didn’t even try to understand what was happening, he just stared at the magic like someone had just played a game of ‘got your nose’ with him. His eyes widened with fear, not knowing whether or not he was going to get them back. Somewhere in the back of his mind the adult inside him was screaming that this wasn’t right. This shouldn’t be happening.

“Thank you little guy.” Rhyme gave the tiny member a squeeze between his thumb and forefinger. In its cub state, it was a lot smaller than it had been, and a lot more sensitive. Marshall cooed, his eyes rolling back in his head and his tiny legs kicked out.

“You like that, don’t you little guy?” Rhyme teased the tiny tiger cub, who could no longer form proper response. Marshall stared up at Rhyme and the underwear, crying as he came to realize that he wasn’t going to get it back.

Rhyme placed the underwear down in a bag he had brought with him, halfway to taking each of his friends’ junk. He also pulled out a diaper and wrapped it around his friend.

“Hush now. It’s okay Marshy. Sounds like Kade will be here soon. He’ll find you and take care of you until you get bigger again, if you get bigger again. See, I got here too late to collect this before you started changing, there’s a warning not to mix two transformations, I guess it could cause the first one to become permanent. I don’t know yet if that means you’ll be stuck as a baby, or if just your dick will be stuck as a baby, but I’m willing to assume it’s one of those.” Rhyme slung the pack over his shoulder and left the baby tiger cub twitching on the bed. Inside the pack, the cub’s bits slid across the fabric, stimulating him. Marshy cooed as he was brought to a dry orgasm, the adult portion of him still clinging tight to the concept. It would happen at least three more times as Rhyme made his way back home.

“End of new messages. To listen to your messages, press one.” The computerized message box voice taunted.