Training For The Job
Rejax gets a new job at Dave's local laboratory! What Dave doesn't tell him is what his new job is. It doesn't pay much, and the hours are long... But Dave knows Rejax is gonna enjoy it. Why? Well, just find out what Dave does to the wolf's poor, inflated belly...
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"Hey! I was told to see you about training!"
Rejax looked around him as he spoke. It was the blue wolf's first day on his new job at the local laboratory, and he was directed all the way to this remote corner of the building. The job description was vague, but he figured he should apply... And apply he did, quickly sealing the deal. He rubbed his hands together, wondering just what he was about to do.
In front of him was a grey-scaled dragon in a lab coat. "Dave", a nametag read. He was quick to respond to Rejax's call, making him smile. "Ah yes, I've heard good things about you! Come back here, and we can get started." He beckoned Rejax through a door, and he happily followed. The wolf grunted when his inflated white belly brushed against the door frame.
"Our facilities here are quite expansive," Dave said as he led Rejax past rows of odd machines, "And we pride our treatment of our employees. We're very individualized here, so I'm absolutely certain you can fit right in."
"Sounds great! Where do I begin?"
Dave chuckled. "We're getting there. First, we'll need you to get accustomed to the personal booths." He stopped in front of a long line of large metal boxes, about the size of a phone booth each. Actually, they had doors just like phone booths, too! Dave grabbed a handle and swung open the door for Rejax to look inside. It was bare metal in there, with some odd bits on the sides.
"It's for basic security purposes. Go on, step inside."
Rejax looked back at Dave. "Umm... Sure!" He thought there was something odd about the box, but if everyone had to use these things... He slowly stepped inside, taking a closer look.
As soon as he did that, however, Dave swung the door shut, making Rejax yelp and turn around. It was dark in there now, making him search for the handle on the inside of the door. "Hey! What's the big deal?" he shouted, as he fumbled around in there.
"Don't worry. We just want to keep you secure before we put you through the tests." He heard a voice on the other side say, muffled. A low chuckle was the next thing Rejax heard... Before a whirring noise coming from inside the box.Rejax yelped once more as he felt something grab his arms! He struggled, but metal cables pulled his arms back, right before going for his legs, too. Before he knew it, his limbs were tied to the back of the box, spread out, not even giving him an inch of movement! He whined as he struggled, hearing a clunking noise...
He whined as he felt the box tip over, putting him face-up, still tied tight. He wasn't going anywhere... Except for where his employers-turned-captors wanted him to. He was left there, unable to see a thing, for uncountable minutes, making him soon give up struggling.
"Hello? What's going on... Woah!"
As soon as he tried to speak, the bottom of the box gave out, blinding him with light of the room beyond his booth. The panel behind his back shifted... Was it rolling forwards? Soon, he was out of the box, tied to a large metal plate. He tried to lift his limbs, but the rope held him tight. Around him was a concrete room, with a bunch of strange machines, and... Dave.
The grey dragon grinned and played with some controls. Rejax took this opportunity to look right at the dragon and speak.
"Hey! What part of the job requires me to be all tied up?"
"The part where we... Assess your needs, of course." Dave chuckled as he pushed on a lever. The plate Rejax was on shuddered, and he looked ahead of him. In front of him was a conveyor belt! It was long, such that he couldn't see the end of it... And what were those machines along the side of the belts? There were a lot of them.
Rejax flailed with more ferocity, but accomplished nothing, just causing his gut to wobble. He always had more than a little air in his gut at all times, but today he gave himself just a little more air than usual... It was a good occasion, after all. But now his belly was seemingly the only part of him that could move!
Slowly, the belt carried the wolf forwards, right towards the first of many mysterious machines... Rejax kept struggling once in a while, but to no use. Soon, the belt shuddered to a halt, making his belly jiggle as he came to rest.
He heard Dave somewhere behind him. "First, let's check your air pressure, shall we?"
Before Rejax could respond, he heard a mechanical vrrrrhhhph noise. Looking above him, it seemed a huge circular metal slab was descending from the machine right on top of his gut! Rejax braced himself for the impact...
At first, it was a light pressure, the cool metal touching his belly making him gasp. Soon, the pressure slowly increased, making his belly wobble and spread outwards. He couldn't help himself from letting out a whimper as the pressure got heavier and heavier... Much to his dismay, he felt his arousal flare. It's like Dave knew his weakness! He felt his red rocket poke out of its sheath, making Rejax wriggle all the more in his bonds, panting.
More pressure followed... Then even more... His belly spread and squished over his head, making him shake his muzzle, feeling his furry belly brush against it. The pressure got to be immense... So heavy...
And then the whirring stopped. Rejax tried to look past his spread gut, but couldn't. He was just left there, panting... Before the whirring started back up again. The pressure began to abate as the metal plate receded, soon leaving his belly as round as it once was (if not a little more bruised now).
Rejax still felt his arousal hard and throbbing as he tried to look back at Dave. "H- hey! Why do you need to do that?"
"We need to find your optimal pressure, of course." he heard the dragon say. "Your new job demands you're as aroused as possible."
At that comment, Rejax blushed and gasped. "My new job??"
"Yes. How else will you perform optimally?" Before Rejax could reply, the belt shuddered forwards again, sending him to another machine. This one looked like an oversized air compressor, complete with hoses! Rejax somehow knew what was about to happen as a hose detached...
Rejax was still panting a little, so when he opened his mouth to breathe, he suddenly found his jaws full of hose! The compressor kicked to life, whirring as Rejax struggled. He felt his belly, already inflated, fill up with even more air... A lot more air! He watched as his gut rose, wobbling as it expanded...
By the time the inflation stopped, Rejax felt very full. His white-furred belly had lost a lot of its squish, rising above his chest. The hose quickly popped out of his mouth, leaving him panting once more. His member throbbed, brushing against his belly... What was he in for?
His question was soon to be answered, he thought, as the belt shuddered into action once more.
"That should be a good pressure. I'm sure you agree. Now for the blunt trauma test."
"The what??"
"Don't you worry."
Rejax certainly did worry as he looked at the next machine in the line. It was a complex mass of pulleys and metal... The belt stopped when he was right under it. With sudden force, the machine roared to life, a heavy weight dropping from the top and smashing right into his full gut. He gasped sharply, the sound quickly turning into a pained moan as it smacked him again, sending ripples and sloshes through his belly. The weight rose and smacked his gut again, quickly building up a steady rhythm of belly abuse.
His rocket, still hard, began to drip as he struggled in his bonds. The machine was relentless, hitting him with multiple heavy weights at once, making his belly squeeze and slosh. Again and again, his belly was punched, repeatedly knocking the air out of his lungs (but not out of his belly). It kept going for an eternity, making him groan and making his tongue loll, his member throbbing. His gut was in constant motion, compressing and bouncing back with each weight smashing into him. The treatment was rough, but Rejax felt himself being driven to climax from the blows...
But then the blows stopped. Rejax tried to look behind him, whimpering.
"Why'd... Why'd you stop?"
He heard a chuckle behind him. "Because I almost forgot something."
At those words, Rejax heard more whirring, and then a heavy presence enveloped his cock. He gasped and squirmed some more. It fit snugly around it, but left the tip free. He couldn't see past his huge gut, but it felt like a thick condom... Was it some sort of machine to collect his emissions?
"Wouldn't want you making a mess. Because, well..."
With no warning, the weight slammed into Rejax once more, and hard. The white-furred gut wobbled heavily, and Rejax moaned once, his rocket exploding, shooting jets of cum... Right into the collector.
The wolf was left panting in ecstasy for a few minutes before he felt the collector pop off with a wet sound, leaving him exposed to the air once again. He groaned as the belt shuddered forwards once more... How much of this did Dave have in store for him?
"Next test!"
Dave's voice rang in his ears as he came to his next stop. It looked similar to the last machine, but he gasped when he noticed what was on the ends of a bunch of mechanical arms... Sharp-looking needles, a whole bunch of them!
Rejax struggled weakly, but he knew it was no use. Soon after the belly stopped once again, he heard whirring. A single, large spike beared down on him from the ceiling, soon coming into contact with his overinflated belly. It came in contact with his navel, pushing his whole gut in as it came down at a single point. Rejax panted harder as it began to hurt...
It soon withdrew, leaving Rejax's gut sloshing. He whimpered at the pause in the action, only to feel that collector slip over his rocket once again. He felt himself getting hard again, but just a little more sore...
With little warning, the spike came down again, pinching his belly harder. His gut pushed up and around the needle, making Rejax blush furiously. Soon, a second spike descended from above, pinching him in two locations! As a third spike descended, another rose, starting up a rhythm of sharp impressions on his belly. They felt like they were going to pop him as they went in deep, keeping his belly in interesting new shapes...
However, none pressed through his skin, making him whine as it went on. His member twitched and throbbed with every push, making him wriggle in his bonds. Soon, he couldn't handle the sharp stimulation any longer, once again cumming into the collector, making him yowl all the while! How much more of this could he take, he thought, as the spikes kept pressing into him...
And then they all retracted, leaving him there. Within seconds, that belt came to life once more, sending him to his next fate... This contraption ahead of him didn't look very large. Just a single mechanical arm...
Rejax sighed. How bad could this part be? The arm was connected to some funny-shaped device that didn't look able to punch him very hard at all. What was Dave thinking...?
He very suddenly knew what Dave was thinking when the device made contact with his belly fur. Suddenly, a huge electrical shock ran through his gut, making him gasp sharply and tense up! He felt tingly for seconds afterwards, his belly wobbling with the impact. Before he could even recover, it shocked him again, sending jolts of electric pain through his gut. He got zapped multiple times, each one seemingly stronger than the last. His gut was so sore and sensitive now, overfilled and abused...
It continued for a long while; Rejax lost track of the time while his belly was tormented. He was zapped again and again, in different places on his gut, making him hard and dripping all over again. Eventually, his poor overstimulated rocket blew its load with one particularly heavy jolt, making him groan weakly. His cum was collected as the belt once more shuddered into motion. He couldn't take much more of this, he thought...
But more was to come. In front of him was a machine with an unmistakable purpose. It was a huge roller with sharp-looking spikes all over it, the thing heavy-looking and huge. Rejax whimpered as it stopped right above him...
He first felt the many spikes press into the bottom of his gut. The pressure steadily increased as the roller descended on him, soon whirring as it moved forwards, rolling his gut around like it was dough under a rolling pin. Constant sharp pinpricks dug into his belly as the pressure rolled over him, making his gut flail back and forth wildly, covering his muzzle when the roller was close.
His overstimulation made it take forever for him to get hard again. An eternity of rolling, squishing, and poking as the roller made its way back and forth across that sore belly... But he couldn't help but let out low moans as he tried to catch his breath. Soon, he felt his sore arousal reach new heights before exploding once more into the collection device...
Machines tying him down, machines abusing him, machines collecting his seed... The wolf was very tired of machines, he thought, as the roller finally retreated, letting him roll along the belt to the next destination. He lied limp, panting, as the belt continued forwards... Before stopping. Looking around him... There was no machine. Was it over?
As if to answer his question, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Well, I think that's all the training you need for the job, Rejax."
Rejax groaned. "What... Is my job again?"
"To produce lots of wolf seed for us, of course. We have a great need for it." The grey-scaled dragon stepped into Rejax's view, grinning smugly. "You seem very capable at that- And all we need to do is poke that belly!" At those words, he gave Rejax's bruised belly a hearty slap, sending it wobbling.
"That's... That's not what I signed up for!"
"I know. But you'll be much better in this position." Dave stepped away, fiddling with a control panel on the wall. Suddenly, the belt kept going forwards... But soon came to an end. The metal plate under Rejax was slowly propped back up to a standing position, making Rejax's belly lurch. He was left facing a bare metal wall...
"So, congratulations on your new job. You work 24 hours a day, at 0 dollars an hour. But don't worry, your job's going to be... Endless fun."
Rejax gasped as the wall in front of him opened, revealing more machines than was ever on the conveyor belt! He saw blunt and sharp mechanical arms alike, as well as rollers, cattle prods, branding irons, and far more diabolical looking things... All pointed right at his gut.
Rejax couldn't even struggle any longer, just laying there limp. This was his life now...? He opened his mouth to object, but suddenly a tube flew into his mouth. Dave quickly fastened belts to his muzzle, wrapping his jaws around that tube. Rejax let out a muffled moan as he felt another hose intrude upon his rear...
"You'll stay inflated and very sore, I'm afraid. But try to have fun with your new job."
Rejax let out a groan as the machines began to whir to life, all descending upon him. He knew they were going to be milking a lot of seed from this wolf... They had trained him for this job, after all.