Wigglytuff, The Balloon Pokemon. The rich, fluffy fur that covers its body feels so good that anyone who feels it can't stop touching it. -Pokemon Crystal.

Its fine fur feels so pleasant, those who accidentally touch it cannot take their hands away. -Pokemon Black 2 and White 2.

Carol the Wigglytuff just barely managed to get on the train before it took off, letting out a sigh of relief.

Life as an anthro pokemon of any sort could be rough in a human's world, but doing so as a Wigglytuff was a unique challenge at times, even more so than she already would have with her plump, eye catching figure; which her vibrant, lush fur only drew further attention to and accentuated further by her tight, form fitting dress that hugged her body, leaving just enough to the imagination.

The only place it strained against was her bust. She'd been worried all day that it would tear and leave her half naked in front of everyone. She couldn't believe they'd had her wearing such a thing at work!

Probably some scheme to distract one of the higher ups she suspected, perverts the lot of them.

It may have been a slightly hypocritical mental scolding admittedly, as while the tight dress had been the fault of her work, the decision to not bring a change of clothes, and to wear lingerie beneath it, had been her own decision; as had been taking the train instead of a taxi.

But regardless, the Wigglytuff woman could feel every pair of eyes on her as she maneuvered her way through the train, carefully moving to avoid making contact with anyone. If anyone were to brush against her fur, who knows what would happen. She'd only just been about to take her seat when the train bumped hard.

Carol lost her footing, stumbling and landing right in the lap of a man sitting down. She giggled nervously, apologizing as she hurriedly moved to the empty seat next to him. After a few moments though, she realized it was too late. He was gently stroking the fine pink fur along her arm as though in a trance.

She bit her lip, figuring it was best to just let it happen. If she made a fuss she might accidentally brush against more people.

The man murmured incoherently about how soft she was, thankfully quiet enough to not draw attention, as he moved her arm closer to him, first grinding her palm against the tent slowly forming in his pants, then moving it up and pushing her hand into his hands. Carol bit her lip, legs rubbing together gently as she wrapped her fingers around the stranger's throbbing cock, starting to stroke him gently.

The softness of her fur was one thing to feel against your arm, but to feel it there brought the man to another dimension altogether.

He couldn't even moan, simply staring into heaven as the Wigglytuff brought him over the edge. But no sooner had she finished this did she notice two more men approaching her, both with tents in their pants as well.

Carol gasps, realizing she must have accidentally brushed against these men as well when she'd come to her seat. In truth, these men had seen her stroking the man next to her, and assumed she was either a prostitute or, going from her body language, a slut.

Unaware of the misunderstanding, Carol dutifully moved another seat over so there would be an empty seat on either side of her.

The two men took the seats, both taking one of Carol's hands. And just like that, they really were under the spell of her luscious fur, humping her hands desperately as all thoughts left their mind.

Carol shifted in her seat, the heat between her legs growing as the men used her hands like cumrags. But they had more stamina than the first man it seemed, and wanted more than just her hands.

One moved up, too spellbound by Carol's fur to care that they were in public as he lowered his pants, pressing his throbbing member against the Wigglytuff woman's cheek, thrusting against it desperately as the other did the same to her thigh, having rolled up her dress and begun humping her plump, plush thigh like a feral dog.

Carol whimpered at the feeling of being used like this, at the musky smell of cock invading her nerves, at the heat burning between her legs that she refused to acknowledge, as doing so would mean admitting how much she was enjoying it.

It was her own fault she told herself, trying to focus on shame as she turned her head, parting her lips to let the man bury his cock in her warm, wet mouth, his throbbing balls resting against the soft pink fur of her face as he sheathed himself in her throat, pumping ropes of cum into it moments later while the other had just finished painting her thigh white.

The two men, dazed, stumbled away from Carol to clean themselves up, barely even remembering what had just happened.

But everyone on the train around them had been watching, and all were convinced that the Wigglytuff woman before them was a horny slut in desperate need of attention, and were only convinced further when, as she tried to smooth out her dress, the train bumped once again and caused her to tear it, freeing her plump pink tits for all to see, hidden only by a thin layer of pink fabric over her sensitive nipples. This wardrobe malfunction read to those around as the signal that it was officially playtime.

Carol, meanwhile, assumed all the horny passengers crowding around her were other poor souls she'd accidentally brushed up against. She couldn't believe she'd accidentally brushed up against so many.

But thinking with her kind heart, and certainly not the lust between her legs, she decided that it was her duty to tend to every single one of them.