The Soap That Smelt Of The Woods (TF/TG)

The Soap That Smelt Of The Woods (TF/TG)

Originally posted on FA on: Jun 14, 2021 

The first part of what would become a fairly long and on going series of stand alone, but sequential stories about a mysterious soap company that sends life changing sample products to guys who need a clean slate to find happiness.  

CW: TFTG, Mental Changes, Reality Warping, Happy End, Implied Sex, Weight Gain

 

The Soap That Smelt Of The Woods

For and with a story concept by Police428Editing by UnsavoryRepute and Drakentenuem

“Good hustle out there, guys! You all did great today!” Marco called as the members of the Kent Men’s Amateur Soccer Team filed in off the field. Most of the men, a mix of semi-professional athletes, fitness buffs and ex high school stars, were in high spirits - all save the towering blonde whose scowling eyes were locked onto Marco. “Oh for the love of…” Marco sighed as the heavily muscled giant pushed his way through the crowd as he marched towards him. “What is it now Jake?”

“Don’t give me that ‘what is it now Jake’ shit.” Even at 6’1 and just over two hundred well-toned pounds, Marco found himself overshadowed by the bodybuilder. “You think we’re gonna go to state playing like we did out there? Stop encouraging these babies to ‘do their best’ and start pushing them to be BETTER!”

Marco sighed. “Jake, this club is for recreation. If we win, that’s great! But it’s not the point.”

Jake’s scowl deepened. “That’s your problem, Marco! You just want to coast through life, always being second best so you never have to really try and be better. It's pathetic! Just look at you, you have all that muscle, but you let it go to waste cus’ you don’t treat your body like the temple it is. Just like you don’t treat this team like the cup winning machine it SHOULD be!” To emphasize his point, the blonde man flexed, thick cords of muscle rippling under his lightly tanned skin. “You’ve got a loser mindset, that’s your problem! You don’t strive to win, so you’ll never get ahead! That’s why you're always dating those fat chicks, you don’t let yourself strive for something better.”

“Man, fuck you!” Marco snapped. “Do what you want with your own life, but don’t project that shit onto me or anyone else for that matter! And for another thing, I don’t ‘always date’ any kind of girl, I was with Sierra for like five years and I haven’t dated anyone since then. And her weight didn’t have anything to do with why I liked her or why we broke up!”

Jake held up his hands, though a mocking smile had spread across his face. “Oh wow, I didn't know it was such a sensitive subject! I didn’t even know you two had broken up, but now that I do, can I at least congratulate you?”

“For fucking what?” Marco demanded.

“For cutting the fat out of your life!” Jake began to laugh. “I’m just glad she didn’t eat you out of house and home first!”

Marco’s hands tightened into fists and it was all he could do to hold himself back from punching the cackling jackass in the face. All around, the rest of the team had turned to watch, uncomfortable mutters and nervous looks darting around the locker room. It would be easy to teach him a lesson, Marco knew - too easy. He had to set an example, though, and he wouldn’t let himself lose his temper. It wasn’t worth it.

Neither was Jake.

“Get out.” Marco’s voice hissed slightly as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Go shower at home and take next week off, Jake. If you want to stay on this team, the next time you come in here you better be a whole hell of alot more humble!”

Jake’s laughter trailed off as he looked about and noticed how no one else was laughing along with him or seemed ready to jump to his defense. Incensed he turned back to Marco, ready to throw some new insult his way till he noticed the fire behind the other man's eyes and wisely opted to hold his tongue.

“Whatever…” Jake muttered and opened his locker, grabbing his things and tossing them into his bag. “I’ll see you around.” And with that he turned and stalked out, slamming the door as he left.

In the echoing silence left after Jake’s departure, no one seemed to know what if anything to say. Then finally someone asked in a slightly shaken voice. “Hey, Marco? You uh… Are you sure you want him to come back at all after that?”

Marco sighed deeply and shook his head. “Not really, but everyone deserves at least a chance to change for the better…”

-

Jake’s car screeched as he pulled into his driveway, birds scattering from the trees as he slammed the car door with enough force to shake its frame. “Asshole!” Jake growled under his breath, stooping to grab a small bundle of mail from the front porch as he entered his house. “A whole pack of ungrateful assholes! I’m the best goddamn player on that team and they treat me like this? Bunch of pricks!” He looked down at the mail he had retrieved and quickly began sorting through it as he continued to mutter.

“And that smug, chubby, chasing dickhead Marco, oh, he’ll get what’s coming to him! Thinks he’s so much better than me just cus’ he’s the founder does he? Well I’ll make my own, BETTER club! With proper entry requirements, and no fat chicks!” He paused his rant as he found one of the letters was much bulkier than the others.

Curiously, Jake flipped the black paper package over in his hand and was surprised to see a short message written in silver on the front. The message read, in swirling, feminine font, ‘To Jake Williams, with courtesy and best wishes from Nu-World Cosmetics. Please enjoy our free sample!’

“Free sample, huh?” Jake raised an eyebrow, his anger quickly replaced with curiosity as he examined the writing. “And it looks handwritten… That’s weird, why would a company hand sign free samples they were just sending out in the mail?” Curiosity growing, Jake turned the letter on its side and tore open one end before tilting it upside down and shaking the contents into his free hand. With a crinkle, a jet-black bar of soap, wrapped in a clear foil, fell into his open hand. And, though he shook the envelope a few more times, nothing else followed it. “That’s weird…” Jake checked the inside of the package, but seeing no further letter or card returned his gaze to the full sized soap bar. “No advertisements, no instructions on where to get more and the ‘sample size’ is huge! What the hell kind of slipshod operation are these ‘Nu-World’ people running?”

Jake tossed the packaging onto his kitchen table and began to unwrap the bar itself. As he peeled away one side, a thick, woody smell quickly began to fill the room, one which Jake found oddly enticing in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Damn, that’s strong!” He leaned in slightly and sniffed the bar, recoiling slightly at the sheer strength of the scent. “Holy shit, that’s not bad at all, but people would smell me coming from a block away if I used this! I guess I should just chuck it, there’s no way I could use this stuff if I’m going anywhere...” He hesitated, then allowed himself another small sniff. “Or… Well maybe I’ll just keep it as an emergency backup in case I ever run out of my normal soap.” Slightly reluctantly he pulled the wrapping back over the bar and felt a pang of disappointment as the woody smell dissipated.

The thought of cleaning suddenly reminded him that he had yet to actually shower after practice and with that memory, his anger began to rise again. It was duller than before, less intense, but he still felt his mind slowly fixating on Marco’s stern face and how much he wanted to get a shot at him. “Shower first…” Jake growled, gripping the sample bar tightly in one hand as he headed for his bathroom. “Then I’ll figure out what to do with that asshole Marco after.”

As Jake crossed through his bedroom and towards the bathroom, he could not help but fidget with the soap in his hand, rubbing his fingers across the lightly imprinted lettering just barely visible through the wrapping. Nu-World. Try as he might, he couldn’t remember even a single time he had heard of that brand. Could they be new? Was this some sort of launch promotion? It all seemed so strange, and yet whenever his mind dwelt too long on these thoughts, he would suddenly recall that intoxicating aroma and all other concerns were pushed instantly from his mind.

“What was I doing?” He shook his head and looked about the bathroom. “Why did I come in here?” Suddenly he caught a whiff of himself and curled his lip in disgust. “Oh right, shower! Damn it, I must not have slept enough last night, my thoughts are all… Fuzzy.”

He shook his head again and as he pulled back the curtain on the bath, he felt a pang of confusion strike at the base of his skull, looking from the bottle of shampoo to the bare corner marked only by a faint residue. “Why am I out of soap? I just bought a new bar…” He reached up with his free hand to rub at his face. “Was it a couple of days ago? Or… Was that last week? Or… Last month?” He sighed. “I could have sworn it was just the other day, but come to think of it, I can’t even remember when the last time I picked up a fresh bar was.” Jake glanced down and felt relief wash over him. “Oh! Right, this was coming in the mail so I must have just put it off till it arrived!” He let out a breath. “Well that explains that.”

For some reason, even before he unwrapped the transparent film, the woody smell seemed to have already filled the bathroom. Even so, Jake took a long sniff as the black bar was exposed once again to the air, shivering in delight as his senses were overwhelmed by the utterly intoxicating aroma.

“God I’m going to smell so good!” Jake sighed, rubbing a thumb across the bar’s surface. He frowned slightly as the pointed tip of his nail scraped a thin gouge out of the soap. “Hm, after my shower I might need to trim my nails though, they’re really getting out of control.” He relaxed his hand, watching as the tips of his thin, delicate fingers slowly retracted their sharp, but well manicured claws. “I could seriously hurt someone if I’m not careful with these… Geez, I’m really dropping the ball all over the place today!”

Returning his attention to the shower, Jake set the bar aside for a moment as he stripped off his clothes, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. At over 6’4 and with powerful muscles from years of bodybuilding, Jake couldn’t help but marvel at his own perfection. There was hardly an ounce of fat on him anywhere, his chest was waxed smooth and his squarish face was as manly as could be. From his short-cut blonde hair to his chiseled jaw, to his soft, kissable lips and triangular black nose, he was all man, there could be no doubt about it!

Yet as he looked at his reflection something felt unconsciously off. Frowning, he lifted one paw to run a claw across his cheek, wondering what it was which was giving him such a strange feeling of dissociation. Then like a light bulb flaring to life above his head, he struck upon the problem and laughed aloud at his own foolishness.

“Oh my god!” Jake grabbed a wet wipe from the box on the counter and began to rub at his lips, clearing the thick coating of dark purple lipstick from them. “I almost took a shower with my makeup on! I swear, I’d forget my head next if it wasn’t attached to my shoulders!”

Taking one last look at himself to ensure his face was clear, Jake finally hopped into the shower. He turned on the hot water with one paw while the other pulled the new bar of soap from its wrapping, further intensifying the woodland scent even under the shower’s downpour.

Humming to himself, Jake ran the soup across his left arm, white suds foaming up as they matted down growing black hairs. He frowned slightly and rubbed again, careful to ensure that he cleaned beneath the dark fur. When he was satisfied his slender arm had been thoroughly cleaned, he shifted slightly and raised his paw to the ceiling, finding his fingertips barely grazing the surface which had a moment ago nearly touched his head. Still, it was hard to worry overly much about such little things when the scent of the woods and the feel of hot water pouring over his softening chest felt so good!

Jake ran the bar over his abs, shivering in delight as the slick bard of soap crested one rounded bosom, pressing lightly against a stiff nipple. “Hmm, someone’s feeling sensitive today.” He murmured and slid the bar around the perky nub, smiling as the feel of new fur tickled his sensitive skin. “I should have taped these puppies down before practice. Oh well, live and learn I guess.” He moved his paw, turning his attention to his right breast and began to scrub more vigorously than before, biting his lip and holding back a moan as he lathered the thick black fur covering his increasingly bountiful chest.

Eventually, reluctantly, he slowed his titty lather and took a deep breath. His dick was rock hard, a bit reddish where soapy water had run over it, but throbbing powerfully. He knew that it would not take much to push himself over the edge, but as much as he wanted to spray the front of his tub with thick streams of cum, he knew he had come to wash, not give himself more to clean. Instead he turned the shower knob, cooling the water and blasting him with a refreshing spray of much needed focus.

Jake tilted his head down and pushed himself under the icy downpour, cleaning the back of his neck as his raven hair fell in curtains about his face. He reached up and brushed them aside, shaking his muzzle to knock away any strands which clung to his soaked facial fur. “Okay… I’m good…” He sighed. “Fun’s over, time to get back to cleaning.”

He allowed himself a small increase in the water’s heat as he returned to the wash, humming happily as he swirled the soap around his stomach. It was a pleasant feeling, not as intense as the self administered breast massage, but the way his soft belly seemed to expand and plump up with each stroke made him giggle. He slid the soap bar under his paunch and lifted slightly, enjoying the way the healthy curve of his gut made him look almost motherly. Not that he had any intention of having cubs obviously, he was a young man still and unattached, though…

Marco’s face flashed through Jake’s mind and he blushed as his paw with the bar slid a little lower, pressing ever so lightly against his still reddish cock. “If I ever did want to have cubs, I love… N-no…” He blushed deeper still and pulled the soap away, his now fully erect (if noticeably smaller) manhood throbbing as he did so. “Don’t be silly, he’s just a friend and it's not even like I… Well…”

Jake slid the bar behind his back, rubbing it idly against his thick thighs and bubble butt, the height he had lost having apparently gone to his hips. “I mean if he was here right now, grabbing my ass and lifting my tail…” He ran the bar between his cheeks and shivered as his tail reflexively raised, exposing a slight indent forming between his shrinking testicles. “Pressing himself in as he breeeeathed down my neck…” His paws trembled as he pressed the bar of soap into the indent and felt it push deeper still. “And he wanted to make me his woman…”

Jake leaned forward, placing a paw to the bathroom wall and gritting their teeth as they pressed the bar of soap into the damp opening between their legs. The last vestiges of their balls disappeared along with half of the soap as they let out a gasp and started to rub. “Oh god, yes!” They pushed in further, their now bright red cock slowly sliding into the opening as it shrank. “R-riiight there, Marco!”

The vixen squealed in delight as a tiny stream of largely transparent jizz spurted from the tiny nub of a cock which still poked, almost comically, from her vagina. Behind her, more tails emerged, one after the other, till she was able to push back and cushion herself fully with the comforting softness of her own fan of tails.

Unsatisfied with just a single orgasm, the newly-created kitsune pawed at her chest, kneading one heavy breast with one hand as the other continued to explore the folds of her new sex. She pinched one of her fat, sensitive nipples between two fingers and twisted it lightly, gasping at the pleasure even such a small act brought her. Spurred by this, she twisted again, harder this time and at the same time pressed down on the last millimeter of her once proud manhood, pushing it into herself slowly till with a spurt it vanished in a powerful spray of musky juices.

Despite her second climax, Jackie continued to rub at herself, pushing the increasingly tiny soap far further and further into herself, the cleaning product rapidly dissolving into a thick lubricant. The pudgy kitsune hardly minded, panting more and more as she moaned under the shower’s stream, lost in both her pleasure and the now slightly-dissipated smell of the woods.

Time passed, though how much Jackie could not be sure. She didn’t know if at some point she had drifted off to sleep or merely had begun to doze after the dozenth orgasm, but either way, it was the cold water which stirred her. Slowly, shakily she stood, gasping for the shower knob and turning it off with a squeak. “There goes the hot water…” She sighed, though her husky voice held not a trace of remorace. “Guess I have to dry off.”

Jackie shook the excess water from herself before she pulled aside the shower curtain and stepped back into the bathroom proper. She grabbed a towel, but before pulling it back to wrap around herself, the kitsune caught a glimpse of herself in the still foggy bathroom mirror which made her pause. She brushed the condensation from the mirror and stared at the figure reflected back at her, looking for what had seemed so off a moment before.

There looking back at her was a shortish, adorably rounded black-furred kitsune, as familiar a sight as any other. Her still soggy fur might not have done much for her normally silky, well maintained coat, but it could do nothing to hide her sexy, curvy shape. She smirked and pushed a wet stand of her raven hair from her face and blew a kiss at her reflection. “Still the hottest thing under the sun, no question about that.” She shook out her tails and wrapped them around herself, taking comfort in their presence. “Nothing looks off, but…” Suddenly a thought struck her and she laughed out loud. “Oh right! I forgot my lipstick! I feel so naked without it!”

Jackie leaned forward and picked up the tube of purple makeup from where it sat next to her purse and carefully spread a thick coat across her plump lips. Satisfied she made to put it away when a flashing from her open purse caught her attention. “Oh what’s this?” She mused and reached inside, lifting out her phone and flicking it on with a practised flick. “Hello, someones been texting me? Who could this be?” She smiled, knowing the answer even before seeing the photo icon of a rippling brown six pack.

Marco at 5:23 - Jack I’m sorry for losing my temper, look maybe we should meet up at the bar and just talk things out?

Marco at 5:46 - Jackie, I don’t know what that last text was about, but I guess we had a fight? I don’t remember that, but if we did I am so sorry. Can I come by later and make you dinner as an apology?

Marco at 6:19 - Baby, are you still mad about whatever we were fighting about or are you just having one of your ‘special showers’? I’m using the spare key you gave me to let myself in, just come on down when you want to eat, okay?

Jackie blushed and wrote a short reply.

Jackie at 6:25 - OMG babe, I don’t remember any of that either, I just ended up really distracted by this AMAZING new soap I got! I’d tell you to try it, but I used it all up myself. Don’t worry though, I think I know how to make it up to you. ;) The kitsune smirked and gave herself a quick brush down, drying just enough to avoid dripping before tossing the towel on top of her clothes and stepping out into the hall in all her naked, furry glory. She tilted her head and sniffed the air, her smile broadening at the mouthwatering smell coming from the kitchen.

The food didn’t smell half bad, either.

“Oh honey!” Jackie called, swaying her generous hips as she walked away from the bathroom. “Better turn off the stove, cus I have a pre-dinner snack you're not going to want to wait on!”

As she left, the smell of the woods faded till all that remained were hazy memories of the past and happy thoughts of the future.

The End