From Boys to Toys
Written by TwistedSnakes
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Look, I do weird things in my job, okay? Not the whole dumb "I taste marmite for a living", or "I clean out septic tanks". Not to say these jobs aren't unusual, but if you're asking for "weird", no other job can hold a candle to what I do.
Okay, deep breaths. Deep breaths.
I...make people sex toys. No, wait. That's not what I meant. I make people INTO sex toys. And not making sex toys that resemble people, or novelty dildos modelled after someone's cock. Like, actually turning someone into a sex toy. One moment, there's a person, the next moment there's a quivering dildo sitting on the table. Yeah, I know. I don't quite believe it myself.
Oww! Okay, okay, I'll get back to work! Just don't hit me on the head.
That's Beyer. Big, bulky brown bear. He's been working here longer so they assigned us to the same team. Don't want the newbie fucking it up, of course. I'm not that new, though; I've been here for what, eight months now? I'm somewhat used to this.
See? I don't even bat an eyelid while this hydraulic press squeezes a fox into a fleshlight shell. Yeah, yeah, you have a family, or whatever. Stop struggling, you're making it hard for both of us.
So yeah. Interesting job. Was it what I was expecting? Not really, but then again, how could I have guessed? "Hey Toby, what kind of career are you aiming to get once you've graduated?" "I don't know, maybe I'll turn people into objects for sexually depraved people to abuse? Haha, yeah, that's totally my ideal job.".
Look, okay? I'm a hyena. You don't see a lot of us on magazine covers or acting in movies. No, those are for sexy wolves and dragons and otters and everyone else but hyenas. I don't have a lot of options.
Yes! I'm almost done! Stop yanking my tail.
Ugh, Beyer. I think he means well, though. I've seen the way he stares at me during my lunch break when he thinks I'm not looking. I'm expecting him to ask me out on a date any time now. And by "any time now" I mean maybe within the next decade or so? He's not exactly the romantic type. Whatever. Maybe I'll ask him over lunch. See him stutter over his burrito, dropping beans all out of his overstuffed mouth.
Okay. One fox-rear fleshlight with extra quivering, done. Pop that onto the conveyor belt. Let's see...who's next. Tiger. Dildo. Let me set up the machine.
Look, like I said, my job is weird, alright? I sure as heck don't want to explain my job at the next alumni dinner. Maybe I'll tell them I'm a prostitute or a stripper at the Silver Serpent. Less awkward that way.
Cold steel pressed against Dan from all sides. His maw was aching; a large metal gag was shoved between his jaws, keeping his mouth open. The gag was mounted on the ceiling of the cylinder he was trapped in, forcing him to look upwards.
"Mffngg!" he whimpered.
The walls were closing in on him, squeezing his body into an increasingly small space. The ceiling of the cylinder was descending on him too, pressing the gag deeper into his throat and forcing his head down into his body.
He let out another whimper. He should have been crushed into a pulp some time ago, but his body seemed to be accommodating the compaction. With no space to go, his flesh filled out the nooks and crannies of his joints, occupying the smooth cylinder of his prison.
What was happening to him?
His maw was pushed forward to fit the space around the gag, but the rest of his face was squished into his cylindrical body. The walls shuddered as they came to a halt. It held him there for a few minutes, allowing his shape to set.
Then with a loud hiss, the machine opened and popped a palm-sized cylinder onto a workbench. It was completely round except for the front, which widened into a maw-shaped opening. It was orange with blue stripes, matching Dan's original colourations.
Dan wriggled, trying to get a feel of his squashed body. If he tried hard enough, he could just about separate his limbs...
The hyena picked him up and coated him with a sticky spray. The adhesives set in, making his form permanent. Two halves of a blue and orange case sat on the table. The hyena picked it up and put the fleshlight into it. It was a bit of a squeeze, but it helped make the fleshlight tunnel even tighter.
More glue sealed the toy in place permanently.
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The fleshlight's mouth was sore. Its maw was hardened into a tight hole so it didn't require much effort to keep it open, but countless cocks had been thrust into its waiting mouth. At the moment, a large canine dick was fucking its hole.
A hand firmly grasped the rubber grip of the case, pumping the toy up and down on his girthy shaft. The toy was getting dizzy with the vigour of the pumping. Pre-cum leaked into its tunnel, allowing it to taste it with its flattened tongue. Its frantic gasps created a suction effect, further pleasuring its canine user.
With a loud roar, the wolf reached orgasm. He thrust his engorged knot into the toy's maw and pumped shot after shot of his warm, thick spunk into the toy. The pumping action slowed down as the wolf slowly milked the residual jizz from his quivering length.
Letting out a satisfied sigh, he placed the toy on its shelf with its opening facing up, allowing his seed to drip deeper into the toy. He peered at the label on the shelf.
"Dan...that's a nice name. Well, 'Dan', guess I'll be coming back for you soon."
The toy had barely a minute of rest before another hand grabbed it.
"Fuck. This is gonna be good," a different voice spoke with eager anticipation.
"What?" Zridon asked incredulously.
"I said, strip and mount that pole," the hyena rolled his eyes.
"Why? What are you even-"
A bear pushed the hyena aside and grabbed the sergal.
"Don't bother. It's faster if you do it yourself."
The bear pulled the Zridon's shirt apart, leaving them in shreds on the floor. His pants and underwear joined the torn fabric on the floor. The bear then yanked his shoes and socks off, leaving the sergal standing naked in the middle of the laboratory.
"Get on it," the bear pointed to a short metal pole on a steel platform.
With its rounded end and narrow shaft, it resembled a dildo designed by someone who had nothing to go by other than an upside-down test tube. Zridon hesitated.
"You gonna do that yourself, or should I help?" the bear asked gruffly.
"I'll do it."
The bear had sounded genuine in his offer for help, but the sergal wasn't sure he'd like being thrust onto the metal pole. He stepped onto the circular steel platform and lowered himself until his tailhole met the cold, oiled shaft of the dildo. The dildo was just a bit bigger than the sergal was comfortable taking, so he winced as he slowly descended.
"Too long."
The bear came over and pushed his shoulders down forcefully.
"Argh!" Zridon yelled in agony.
Fire was spreading in his insides, only slightly pacified by the cool surface of the metal. The bear's hands were still pushing him down, making futile his attempts to lift himself off the dildo. While the sergal's vision swam before his eyes, the hyena curled his tail around his kneeling legs. A cold liquid was injected into his arm.
Too dazed to react, the sergal knelt there as the hyena and bear got off the platform. The hyena tapped on a digital screen, and a metal disc on the ceiling descended on him with alarming speed. There was a loud clang as the two circular discs met each other, leaving no trace of the sergal that had been squashed between them.
But the sergal was left unharmed, albeit a little changed. He was still clueless as to what happened: all he knew was that it was dark and he was squashed in from all sides. The pole within him also seemed to be surprisingly huge within him. He tensed his insides to squeeze around the pole, only to find that it was almost as wide as him as it extended deep into his body.
With a hiss, the piston raised the heavy metal disc, revealing a translucent piece of material stretched over the pole.
"Huh, so that's how the condomiser works," the hyena mused out loud.
The bear was already back at the display, looking up details of the next victim.
Try as he might, Zridon found it impossible to get himself off the pole. The pole was impaled into his rear, going all the way through his body and up to his mouth. His head was squished around the curved shape of the pole's tip, where his mouth was melded to form a seamless surface. The rest of his body was smooth and stretchy, having been pressed into a thin surface. His legs and tail were reduced to a ring around the base of the condom.
With gloved hands, the hyena rolled the ring upwards, slowly twisting the sergal's body into itself so that the result was a flattened condom, ready to use. A generous dose of lubricant was sprayed onto the translucent blue condom, then heat sealed into a foil packet.
"One use only" read the printed label on the packet.
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The condom was snug around its wearer's cock. Its production was quite high quality: it stretched really well and had ribbed insides for extra pleasure. It even seemed to be eagerly squeezing its wearer's shaft from time to time with its pre-lubed surface.
The condom, of course, was in no way eager. All it knew was that its world was suddenly bright as its foil prison was torn away. Then its body was unrolled over a thick, beefy shaft that stretched it so much, the condom was sure it would tear. It didn't though, leaving the quivering condom mounted on the entire length of its wearer's dick.
The resultant sex, too, was amazing. The ribbed inner walls of the condom gripped the shaft so tightly, it barely slipped. The condom felt good. It quivered, squeezed, and tensed around the cock with so much vigour, it almost felt alive.
When the inevitable orgasm came, the condom stretched to accommodate the thick, warm spunk. The two sexual partners enjoyed the afterglow for a few tender minutes before cleaning up. The condom, now filled with seed, was tied at its end so the cum could not escape its stretched body.
With all its usefulness gone, it was tossed into the trash. The quivering ball of cum was never to be seen again.
"Let me go!" Raiko shouted as he slammed his fists on the glass. The storage pod didn't yield. "This is all just a mistake! Don't believe that liar!"
It was dark outside the pod, but Raiko could feel the pod begin to move along rails. Suddenly, light could be seen beyond the tinted glass, revealing the confines of a white, sterile laboratory.
Was he still in the Silver Serpent?
He must've been. There were rumours that the Silver Serpent Casino has a whole underground laboratory to convert unwilling guests into playthings. If they did that to gamblers who got into astronomical debt, what would they be willing to do to suspected corporate spies?
Raiko would soon find out. His pod slid down the rails into the middle of the lab where a hyena was reading words on a display screen. He nodded and looked at the ramfox. The lid of the pod rose, but before Raiko could respond, metal claws descended from the ceiling and grabbed his wrists and ankles. His wrists were pressed against his shoulder and his ankles were pushed against his rump.
"Hey! Let me go!"
"You were going to attack me."
"No!" Raiko lied.
"Uh huh. Just hang on for a bit and I'll get the arms to release you."
A panel on the wall opened, revealing a syringe. The hyena picked it up and injected its red liquid into Raiko's thigh.
"Oww! What the heck was that for?"
The ramfox was about to find out. A black patch began spreading on his skin where he had been injected. His fur was replaced by smooth and shiny blackness as it engulfed his legs. It spread up his body and down his arms.
"Hey! What are you doing--Oww!" The claws dropped Raiko onto the floor.
The ramfox stumbled to get up, only to find his elbows and knees locked. His arms and legs were stuck to each other, glued together by the black stickiness. Wait, no. His forearms and upper arms were somehow melded to each other. There was no seam. His legs were similarly fused, forcing him to walk on his knees and elbows.
The transformation didn't end there. After his limbs were smoothed out into short sleeves, they began deflating. His tail and rump collapsed in on themselves, turning into a latex-like sheet on the floor.
"What's happening to me?"
Raiko stumbled around on his elbows in a panic. The rubbery transformation spread up his neck and engulfed his face. His vision was tinted black as his eyes turned into dark lenses.
"N--fft." His mouth hardened in the shape of a circular ring.
The ramfox floundered about until everything went black as his body collapsed into a latex bitchsuit. His head-turned-gas-mask fell on the floor beside his body.
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A heat gun melted the seams of the latex, permanently sealing a lizard inside the bitchsuit. Generous amounts of adhesives within the suit made the rubber hug the lizard's body with an unrelenting grip.
"Mfnggt!" the lizard whined as the bear forced the gas mask over his head.
The glue-coated inside of the gas mask pressed against his scales, adhering the two surfaces together permanently. Making sure that the lizard was fully encased in latex with no exposed scales, the bear shoved the lizard into a storage pod. With a whir, the pod travelled along metal rails and into the darkness of the storage chambers.
"H-hey...please let me out!" he pleaded. "I don't deserve this!"
"Ugh, don't be so melodramatic," a voice cut through his thoughts.
"Huh? Who's that?"
"Me. The bitchsuit you're in."
"How are you speaking into my mind?"
"Dunno. I guess now that you're inside me, we have some sort of weird mental link."
"A...are you an AI?"
"AI? Pssh. Nah. Fuckers turned me into a bitchsuit, then everything went black. Woke up with you glued into me, so there."
"Please! Help me get out of here! I only owed them some money. My friend is going to pay--mfft!" the lizard choked as a gag inflated in his mouth.
"Shut up and let me think."
"Nggrr..."
"We're still in the Silver Serpent, and my guess is that they turned you into a latex sex toy gimp, dragging me along for the ride. Ugh. Let's see. My crotch is now your null bulge. Wonderful. And..."
"Hrrr!" the lizard yelled as the butt plug in his rump tensed up.
"Great. My cock is now a removable dildo in your ass. Just fucking great."
The bitchsuit paused to think.
"Now listen close. It looks like we're stuck together for the next, who knows how fucking long, so we might as well cooperate. I'm going to let you talk, but if you start whining like a bitch I'm going to gag you again, got it?"
The lizard nodded. As the gag in his mouth deflated, the bitchsuit continued talking.
"Now I don't care about your name, or who you used to be, or your family or friends or whatever. I've seen what they do to gimps like you, and as far as your future is concerned, you're nothing more than a sex toy."
"Sex toy?"
"You're a slut to be played with. Fucked in the mouth and the ass. The earlier you get used to the taste of cum, the better."
"But-but--"
"Complain again and I'm silencing you. Any real questions?"
The lizard had countless questions to ask. Who was this voice? How did he get turned into a bitchsuit? How did he know all this? Was there ever a chance of escaping? But he wasn't mentally prepared for the answers, so he shook his head.
Letting out a defeated sigh, the lizard slumped against the back of the pod. By the end of the day, the gimp would have been to many different hotel rooms, gotten fucked by countless men, and tasted many flavours of seed. A light introduction to the rest of the fucktoy's life. Raiko the bitchsuit would come along as a reluctant passenger, getting stickier with each load of cum on its latex skin.
They make a wonderful fucktoy.
Caerus didn't like where this was going. He was restrained on a metal platform so he was stuck lying down. The platform was on a conveyor belt, slowly approaching the roller machine in front of him.
"Please, it was an accident! I promise it won't happen again!" the wolf pleaded.
"Not my call to make," the hyena apologised.
The roller flattened the wolf's feet. It didn't hurt, but just the sight of his squashed limbs was enough to send him panicking.
"D-don't do this to me!" Caerus thrashed about in his restraints, but neither the cuffs nor the hyena paid him any heed.
His knees entered the roller next, followed by his thighs. He could still feel his feet on the other side of the machine. However, with his muscles flattened to no thicker than a sheet of paper, he found it impossible to move them. The rest of his body entered the machine: torso, arms and head.
He found it impossible to talk as the hyena came back. The hyena gently peeled Caerus' flattened cock off his thighs, squeezing and stroking it so that it was fully three-dimensional again. Making sure that it stayed hard, the hyena tapped on the display. Nozzles sprayed the wolf with a latexification formula, turning his fluffy fur into smooth rubber. His cock was now no more than a latex dildo.
The hyena picked him up and put him into a different machine. Now that he was a sheet of latex, he was easily folded and shaped. Mechanical arms picked him up by his wrists. His body was folded in on itself. More robotic arms, equipped with heat guns, began melting and reshaping the wolf's rubber body.
His legs were pulled up and his arms were wrapped around them. His face and chest were flattened together. The heat guns melted various parts of his body together, then a jet of cold air cooled him down.
The machine was done. The result was a new pair of latex trunks. It was made of white and blue rubber, reminiscent of Caerus' fur markings.
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The trunks could feel as someone stepped into it. Its latex surface was stretched over its wearer's thighs as he put it on.
"Erm, there's a dildo in the back?" a voice asked nervously. Sounded like a dragon.
"Put it in."
"Okay," came the reluctant response.
The trunks could feel as its cock was shoved into a tight tailhole. It tensed excitedly, squeezing around the dragon's thighs. As the dragon pulled the trunks up, he tucked his draconic cock into a pouch at the front of the underwear. The trunks could feel the dragon's rod in its mouth and its latex maw gripped the sides of the dragon's manhood.
Someone else stroked the dragon's latex null bulge, and the dragon let out a groan.
"Seems to fit well enough, so let's finish it up."
"What?"
A hand pulled on the latex trunks. A generous helping of adhesives was poured into the trunks and hands quickly pressed on the latex, quickly sticking the dragon's scales to the latex.
"Hey!" the dragon pawed at his bulge and tugged at his permanent trunks.
"Don't complain, you lost the bet."
"This wasn't part of the bet!"
"We agreed the winner could do anything to the loser for a year. Don't make me glue your mouth shut too."
"C-can this be taken off after one year?"
"I dunno, we'll see," the other person remarked nonchalantly. "We'll see."
"Get away from me!" Zooks yelled.
A bear was holding his arm with a vice-like grip, making it impossible to break free. The hyena jabbed Zooks with a needle and injected an odd liquid into the green dragon. The bear then dragged the squirming dragon into a large machine. The door was slammed and locked behind Zooks, leaving him in the dark.
"Hey!" Zooks pounded on the door but it didn't budge.
The lights in the machine turned on. The dragon was in a room with barely enough space to move in. An upright pole was in the middle of the room, and robotic arms hung menacingly over it.
The machine came to life, much to Zooks' dismay. The arms reached for him and he dodged just in time. However, there wasn't much space to run to, and within seconds the arms grabbed him by his waist.
"Hey! Let go of me!" he squirmed.
The arms lifted him off the ground and brought him over the pole.
"Wait! No! Stop!"
He was pressed over the lubricated pole, allowing its tip to enter his rear. The dragon tensed his rump, trying to expel the intruder but to no avail: gravity was working against him. His inner tunnel was spread open to accommodate the pole, entering deeper and deeper into his body.
More arms grabbed his ankles, bending his legs so they were pressed against his sides. His arms were pinned to his sides too, and his tail was pressed against his back. The robotic claws gripped with so much force, it felt as if his limbs were fusing together into a squishy mass.
"W-what's happening?" he whimpered fearfully. This could not be real.
The machine seemed to be getting bigger around him, but in reality he was getting smaller. His body was tightening, as if shrinking to fit the girth of the pole. As he got shorter, the pole's length started to feel deeper. It was going deeper into him still, pushing through his insides, up his chest, until it was in his mouth. As he shrunk, the pole filled out the entirety of his throat and maw. Within seconds, his entire length was no longer than the palm of his hand. Or at least, what his palm used to be.
Giant moulds descended from the ceiling, ominously positioned on either side of the quivering mass that was mounted on the pole. Zooks let out one last whimper before the two halves slammed around him.
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A draconic chastity device sat on the shop front. Its front was in the shape of a dragon's head with its mouth open. Sharp teeth formed the bars on its front, allowing its wearer to use the washroom without having to remove the device. Its surface had the texture of green scales with a off-white underside. The accompanying chastity ring sat beside it.
The device could feel itself being picked up by scaly hands. It was turned around as its holder examined it.
"This looks good," a voice hissed. The voice of a snake. "What do you think?"
"Yes Master," another voice replied. A canine. Maybe a wolf?
"Let's try it out. Drop your pants."
"H-here?"
"Don't make me repeat myself, boy."
"Sorry Master!" There was the sound of clothes dropping to the floor.
The chastity device felt a huge burst of pleasure, as if someone was penetrating its tight, eager tailhole. That was expected, considering its pucker was turned into the chastity ring. Then, its insides were filled with a warm, quivering length. If the device could moan, it would've made all the noise it could.
The fleshy length slid deeper into the device, pressing against the cold, inner walls. It was a good fit. The chastity device drooled pre-cum out of its draconic mouth. There was a click of a lock, securing the device.
"What do you think, boy?"
"I-it fits well, Master."
"Good." There was a beep. "Alright, it's paid for. It's yours now."
"R-really? Thank you, Master!"
"Just to make sure..."
The chastity device could feel the key being slid into the lock and held there for a few seconds. A firm tug revealed that the key was glued in the lock. The key was broken in two with a loud snap.
"Any doubts?"
"N-no, Master," the canine sounded flustered.
"Let's go then."
"Yes, Master Sephos."
Grey squirmed. His ankles were bound together in a metal tube that was welded to a metal disc above him. His ankles and tail were similarly restrained to another metal disc on the floor. Naked and vulnerable, there was nothing he could do as a bear gripped his feline balls and played with them.
The cold air of the white, sterile laboratory did nothing to ease his discomfort. His voice was hoarse from pleading to the guards to set him free. Now that he was in the labs, he was too exhausted to beg for freedom. Not that it'd have worked anyway.
The stimulation was unwelcome but effective. Soon, Grey's cock was erect and throbbing in the bear's hands.
"Hnggg..." a soft moan was all he could manage.
A jab to his arm introduced a strange liquid into his veins. As it spread through his body, the cat felt his muscles loosen. His body slumped in his restraints, supported only by his arms.
"Turn the machine on," the bear instructed.
A hyena nodded and tapped on a display. The discs above and below Grey started to rotate, spinning the tube restraint with it. The cat's arms were twisted in one direction, and his ankles and tail were twisted in another.
30 degrees. 60 degrees. 90 degrees. It should've started getting uncomfortable for the cat, but the machine still kept going. 120. 150. 180. Somehow, the cat's spine was still intact. His body seemed to be made of a flexible material, twisting along with the rotation.
The spinning got faster, forcing Grey's body to wind on itself. His waist was getting narrower with each revolution of the discs. His torso followed, then his arms. His legs and tail were twisted into a single rope. Grey let out one last mew before his head was wrung between his arms.
By the time the discs were done, Grey had been reduced to a single white-grey rope. His fur gave the twisted twine a frayed texture, as if it had been made of fibrous jute instead of living fur. The tube restraints had also compressed the cat's extremities into tapered ends. Only his cock and balls stuck out the middle of the robe, escaping the twisting process because they weren't restrained.
The bear gave the quivering cock and balls a gentle massage, causing them to quiver in response. Despite having been wound into a rope, the cat could still feel the arousal. The bear released the cat-turned-rope from the machine and brought him over to a different machine.
This machine had rods and clamps on rotating discs, which the bear wound the white rope around. Its ends were secured in two separate clamps.
"Again."
The hyena turned on the machine. This time, the rods and clamps spun on the discs, twisting and stretching the rope. The moving rods folded the rope on itself, allowing parts of the rope to intertwine with each other. As before, the discs spun quickly, stretching and twisting the rope repeatedly. This time, the cat's privates were pushed by the rods into his body. His ample balls were squished against his rope-like body and his cock was weaved into the braid.
After what felt like an eternity of twisting torture to the cat, the machine finally slowed down. The result was a braided rope that was wound in a thick coil. The bear stroked the smooth, fuzzy texture of the rope. Grey quivered; he could feel the bear's touch on his body. With his dick stretched and weaved throughout his length, it felt like the bear was stroking his cock as the ursine wound and unwound the rope.
But his balls were caught in the weave, making it impossible for cum to escape. There would be no release for the rope.
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The rope shuddered with orgasmic bliss. Its entire length had been used in an intricate shibari tie on a male deer. The buck's body was enclosed in a diamond tie, and rope on his wrists and ankles secured him spreadeagle in a vertical circular frame. His antlers were weaved and wound so that his head couldn't move.
With the deer's body trapped in the sophisticated network of knots, the rope could feel his body heat. It trembled. The struggling deer only served to aroused the rope, as if someone was jerking off its now-non-existent cock.
Restrained in an open and vulnerable position, the buck could only plead as people stepped up to abuse him. A patron took the deer in his rear. Another one teased his cock. With his crotch tied securely with more rope, there was no escape. Within hours, both deer and rope were soaked in cum. The shibari display shuddered, both from the trembling of the deer and the quivering of the rope.
Kreldis laid paralysed on a metal surface. A hyena had injected the zaex with a strange liquid which robbed him of his movement. A bear then laid him on the industrial workbench beneath a huge slab of metal.
Without warning, the metal slab was slammed down onto him. It heated up for a few minutes, melting the form of the squished zaex. When the press was raised up, only a sheet of latex remained. It was coloured white and blue, along with highlights of orange, all blended into a visually-pleasant gradient.
Kreldis the latex sheet was still fully conscious. His vision, however, was blurry as his facial features were smeared across his flattened body. He could feel his flimsy form being lifted up, then laid over a different surface so that he was facing down. His sides were folded over behind him, and a heat sealer fused the seams together. His bottom was sealed too, leaving only his top open.
A rectangular metal frame was slid into his rubbery pocket, completing the toy.
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The vacuum pump whirred, sucking all the air out of a blue and white latex vacbed. The front and back sheets were forced together by the outside pressure, forming the outline of the squirming prisoner inside.
The victim was definitely not inside by choice. The entire vacbed was mounted on the wall, and the casino patrons were touching him in all sorts of places. His reluctantly-erect cock was the result of people's enthusiastic stroking.
His cock was pressed against his abs, leaving the underside of his shaft vulnerable. Someone was stroking it through the latex vacbed, trying to get the prisoner to orgasm. As the vacbed's prisoner squirmed and thrust, the vacbed felt as if someone was grinding against its crotch. If its cock hasn't been flattened against its squished form, it'd too be fully erect.
But vacbeds don't get erect. Vacbeds don't speak. Vacbeds can only squirm and quiver as its air is sucked out and its victim is trapped.
"Hey?" Storm called. "What's going on?"
The blue dragon had been thrust into a white laboratory by some guards for "processing", whatever that meant. A hyena jabbed the dragon's arm with a syringe and pumped a bright blue liquid into him. After that, he escorted the dragon into a metal chamber and closed the other half around him.
"I can pay it back. Just give me some time!" Storm pleaded.
"Think we should explain to him what's going on?" The hyena was talking.
"If you want to be here all day, sure," replied another gruff voice.
There was a moment of hesitation. "Fine."
The metal chamber came to life with a whir, and pistons began pushing its inner walls inwards.
"What are you doing?" Storm asked in a panic.
The chamber was small enough as is, and he had to keep his wings folded with his arms by his side. But with the walls around him pressing in, his wriggle room was disappearing fast.
"Please! Don't crush me!"
He was forced to tilt his head up to fit into the increasingly claustrophobic space. The walls were pressing against Storm's sides and shoulders, threatening to break his bones. However, instead of hurting him, the metal somehow compressed his body inwards. His arms were flattened against his thighs, and his wings were pressed into his back.
"Hlfptt!" he tried to cry for help but his maw was soon squeezed into a tight space.
The floor and ceiling of the chamber were also pressing in around the dragon. Despite pushing with all his draconic strength, the hydraulics were way too strong for him. Smaller and smaller the chamber compressed the dragon. He had to kneel to fit into the space, allowing his thighs to fit into a rounded space at the bottom of the chamber. His tail wrapped around his legs.
The dragon's head was forced further down to his shoulders. His arms were squashed against his sides with so much pressure, he could've sworn his flesh and scales were melding into each other. Still, the machine kept going.
"Mfft..." he whimpered.
His eyes were shut tightly. His wings were pressed into his back, squashed and bent to fit the contours of his back. There was no way his body could be that flexible, right? And how small of a space was the chamber squeezing him into? At that speed, Storm was sure it couldn't have gone on for more than a minute. But it had kept going and going, tightening the space around him mercilessly.
All of a sudden, it stopped. The dragon had no wriggle room left. His fingers were pressed against his ankles, which were in turn squeezed within the embrace of his tail. He couldn't even feel his toes as they were squished within him.
With a loud hiss, the metal chamber opened. Storm tried to open his eyes, only to find that they seemed to be stuck. Large hands wrapped around him and lifted him up and turned him around.
The hyena was turning a blue object around in his hands. The dildo had turned out quite nicely. Storm had been compressed into the size of a large insertable. The dragon's facial features were barely discernable, having been pressed together into a smooth, tapered tip. His head and shoulders were squashed into one smooth shaft that connected to the rest of his body where his hands and wings were no more than a layer of scales. Ridges had been moulded into his body, forming a draconic dick. His legs and tail were squashed into a huge base, allowing the dragon-turned-dildo to stand on its own when the hyena put it on the conveyor belt.
The toy quivered for a moment before the conveyor belt took it away.
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Someone picked up the blue-scaled dildo and turned it around.
"Huh, nice toy," a male voice commented.
Warm lube was doused over the tip of the dildo, and a hand smeared the liquid over the ridged shaft. The dildo quivered nervously, but there was no stopping as it was shoved into the stranger's tailhole.
In and out, the dildo was plunged into the tight, muscular hole. Its user started with the tip, slowly working it deeper and deeper into his rear.
"Gnngg..." he moaned.
The dildo trembled as the person's inner muscles squeezed against it. First its head, then down its shaft. When he was comfortable taking its entire length, he set it down on the floor and began fucking himself on the dildo.
"Fuck, yeah, that hits the spot."
The tight tailhole massaged the dildo as the stranger had his way with the toy. Then, he shuddered as he released his pent-up orgasm. A quick cleanup, and the toy was tossed into the bin where it'd be properly cleaned and put back on display for another Silver Serpent patron to use.
Frysco squirmed. Poles were mounted vertically on a metal base, ending in cuffs that held the gryphon in place. He was in a kneeling position with cuffs snapped around his limbs and body so it was impossible to move even an inch. His hands were pressed together and his head was bent down as if he were in the middle of meditation.
The positioning of the cuffs made him thrust his crotch forward, as if he were offering his privates to everyone who passes by. His wings were spread open and restrained, and his tail was a plume of feathers fanned out beautifully.
Holding a vibrator, a hyena pushed its quivering tip against Frysco's genital slit.
"P-please, don't," the gryphon pleaded.
"It'll be over soon."
This was not the time to be aroused, but the hyena was bent on stimulating the gryphon. Soon, the prisoner's member was standing erect and at attention. Frysco blushed. He wanted to turn away in embarrassment but the cuffs forced him to watch.
"The last part..." the hyena picked up a syringe and carefully pushed its needle into Frysco's arm. A chilling sensation spread through the gryphon's upper arm.
"What was that?" he asked in a panic.
His eyes darted to the hyena for help, but the hyena was already assisting the bear with another victim that was apparently being squeezed into a tiny box. Frysco felt as the coldness spread up his shoulders and down his arms. A paralysis had set over the affected parts of his body, as if the chill was turning his body into a solid block of ice.
"H-hey! I can't move!"
"That's because you're restrained," the hyena turned to the gryphon and explained.
"That's not what I meant! I think my body is hardening!"
"Are you going to help me with the positioning or do I have to shove you into this machine next?" the bear threatened the hyena.
"Ugh, fine, fine," the hyena rolled his eyes. Giving Frysco one last look, he said, "You'll see."
And sure enough, the gryphon would see the changes that were happening to him. The coldness spread down his hands where he could see them. His arms were turning shiny.
Ice? Was he being frozen into a block of ice?
But no, beneath the clear, glossy layer was something red pulsing beneath.
Wait, that was his flesh!
It was as if his skin had been replaced with a layer of hardened glass, leaving behind his insides. The transformation into glass was spreading down his legs and tail. His quivering cock was soon a solid chunk of glass.
"Please! No! Turn me back!"
The hyena and bear paid him no heed. The coldness was spreading up his neck and head. Forced to look forward, he stared at his glass hands. His beak was now fused together. His eyes were next, turning into clear glass. His body was now a clear statue with his internals on display. Every last feather was perfectly preserved in texture and form.
Frysco could feel his heartbeat in his glass chest. His vision, thankfully, was still preserved. He watched as the second part of changes set in: the insides of his body was turning into a milky-white translucent liquid. Bit by bit, flesh and blood was replaced with the silky liquid.
Within the minute, the transformation was complete. Frysco was now a glass statue of himself, filled with the translucent liquid. The hyena came back and installed a weird device on the gryphon's crotch. Twisting the handle, the white liquid began dribbling out onto the hyena's fingers. The hyena played around with the sticky liquid, testing its texture and consistency.
"Mm cum lube, not bad. Our lube dispenser is done."
He cleaned his hands and began undoing the cuffs to the statue. Those won't be needed anymore; Frysco could no longer move.
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The glass gryphon statue was half full (or half empty, depending on your optimism). Having been left in the lounge where people had public sex, its cum lube was quickly being depleted. A rhino grabbed the statue's cock handle and turned, releasing a stream of sticky lube.
If Frysco could blush, it could. The sensation of flowing lube felt like an orgasm waiting to burst. It kept him on edge with no way to achieve release. Just endless denial whenever someone was in need of its lube.
The tap was turned off, leaving Frysco feeling a weird emptiness inside it. Perhaps it was the sudden drop in stimulation, depriving him of its impossible orgasm. Or perhaps it was the emptiness from being emptied of its lube.
As the rhino thrust his now-lubricated cock into his waiting partner, Frysco used the peace to reflect. Once its cum lube had been depleted, what would they do to it? Would they refill it with more? How would they get more lube, anyway? After all, the first batch was made from its insides, with nothing left over.
Would they throw it out? Hopefully not. They might leave it in the lounge as a statue. With no lube left inside, it could no longer experience the euphoric bliss of being emptied. All it could do is sit there, eager and horny forever.
Jaye the gryphon was soon about to be turned into Jaye the fucktoy. A masturbator sleeve, to be specific. It's just that he didn't know it yet.
What he did know, however, was that he was currently in a cylindrical chamber. He was earlier made to squat with his wings closed and his head looking up. Without warning, the cylindrical mould above him was slammed into him, squishing him into a tiny cylinder. Only his cock escaped being squished as it stuck out of the bottom of the mould.
"Ugh, this toy is ruined," the hyena grumbled as he saw the gryphon's dick.
"Eh, we can fix it," the bear chipped in.
He picked up the mould-gryphon combination and flipped it over. The circular entrance of the cylinder was filled out by the gryphon's pucker. The bear grabbed a ribbed metal dildo and screwed it onto a workbench piston. Pulling the handle will cause it to descend onto the toy below, moulding Jaye's insides.
"And the cock?"
"I'll get to it," the bear replied gruffly.
He lifted the gryphon's cock, eliciting a moan from the inside of the cylinder. He then pushed the tip of the cock into the tailhole. In his compacted form, the squashed gryphon was now as long as his length. He could feel his cockhead slowly push into his mouth as the bear inserted the entirety of his shaft into his rear.
Jaye had barely any time to get used to the sensation as the piston descended into his depths, spreading his insides out and squishing him into the mould. When the dildo was pulled out of the toy, the bear popped the new masturbator out of its sleeve.
The hyena took the toy from the bear and examined it.
"See? Told you it'll work."
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The masturbator sleeve quivered in the tiger's hands as he picked it up and filled its insides out with copious amounts of lubricant. As he thrust his cock into the rear end of the toy, he could feel the ribbed inner walls of the tunnel massage his throbbing shaft.
"Fuck..." he moaned.
As he pumped the toy up and down, the toy could feel the fleshy meat grind against its insides. With its cock pressed down inside its tunnel, it felt like the tiger was frotting it as it was used. It didn't help that the tiger was squeezing its silicone form tightly, making sure that every bit of its insides were furiously rubbing against the throbbing flesh. The feline's cock was long enough to fully impale the toy, with its tip almost exiting the beak end of the gryphon-masturbator.
On and on he pumped the silicone toy. His huffs got faster and his panting got heavier. With a loud growl, the tiger plunged the toy deep down his shaft. His cockhead was in the toy's open beak as he shot his load with an explosive burst.
"That...that was good," he panted.
Using the toy to milk the last of his residual seed, he tossed it to the toy return bin. A service staff would later come to retrieve the toys for cleaning, but until then, the toy would have time to steep in the tiger's juices.
Fuck, that was a long and weird day. I don't think I'll ever quite get used to it. Didn't know we could make a vacbed like that, but then again, working at the Silver Serpent has been surprise after surprise.
I need some coffee. Beyer's coming over now. And...there's the invitation for dinner. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Xilat's Kitchen! I'm excited. Good thing I wore my nice shirt today. Crap, I should've worn my sexy trunks too, but I think it'd be another century before he invited me over to his place. Perhaps I should invite him over instead. Bleh, I need to stop overthinking things.
Maybe you'll get to hear about it once I'm back. I hope it goes well. And if it doesn't...I don't think the Silver Serpent would mind a missing employee and an extra dildo. I mean, that's gotta beat awkward conversations every day for the next six months, right?
Right?
~ End ~