Not another job hunting
An another art trade I did recently, this time a transformation story. What awaits the young Tyr, while he's going to work in a strange factory?
"Shoot!"
The sudden cry, followed by a muffled thump, sounded between the trees. Luckily, it wasn't an order, commanding someone to fire a weapon, literally. Apparently, the gentle cursing belonged to a canine creature, who involuntarily showed the principles of gravity, because of his clumsy tripping over the root.
Young wolf finally stood up after a moment of embarrassment, while trying to remove wet leaves from his jacket and suit pants. Feeling something crawling above his brows, Tyr picked up earthworm out of light gray fur and threw it away with disgust.
"Are you serious? What kind of way to get to the workplace is it?" he said to himself, truly astonished by this.
Indeed. Young wolf had to go through a lot of orderlies to get the instructions of how to find his new workplace. It is supposed to be half a mile of walking through the forest, using a well-trodden path. But judging by that workplace, it should look much more used than it already was. Maybe there's a better and much more efficient way to get there?
Tyr got this vaguely described job via video call with a russet beauty, owner of a bushy, soft tail. Mrs. Malroy, CEO herself. The call itself felt out of ordinary, since he had to stand on his feet, to give her a full view of his body. Was that possible to determine if a worker is capable of their job solely by their looks? He was desperate to leave that unemployment nightmare, so he didn't complain or criticize.
Tyr squinted his eyes when the sunshine was almost blinding him, creeping out between the thickly grown pine trees. Young wolf sighed in relief, while ears and tail twitched a bit in mild excitement. There should finally be an exit leading to freedom. Or, in this case, metaphorical enslavement for forty hours per week.
His bare paws brushed against the freshly cut grass. Oh, those people who wore shoes daily didn't know what they were missing. But that wasn't important, since he found what he was looking for. Or wasn't? The cube shaped building didn't look like a factory. Big enough to be barely a workshop. There were no parking lots for the employees' cars, no sign of the company's name. Just a pearly white cube with few dark tinted windows. And a garage door. This couldn't be it, he thought to himself.
Tyr noticed that the clearing was in the middle of the forest, surrounded by oaks, pines, and deafening silence. Like even feral animals were avoiding this place. Not even the cleanliness of the building couldn't wipe away the ominous aura around it.
Since he was already here, the wolf decided to not bail and approached the clunky looking door, like it was leading to a repair shop owned by a greased up hog or other person. After noticing the buzzer next to the entrance, he stared at it, trying to make the final decision. He gave it a long look, like he could find an answer in that tiny, innocent button.
After the long moment which felt like eternity, his pointing finger pushed that tiny thing, starting a serene buzz. Who is supposed to hear that? Was it broken?
Two minutes passed of him standing and staring blankly at the closed door, so he pushed the tiny thing again. He grew inpatient and felt angry, then anxious. Maybe he wasn't good enough? Was he a failure? Then a sudden thought appeared in his mind. Phone. Perfect!
He reached into his pocket to get the communicating device, which was mainly used to play games and watch pornographic content, then tried to call the boss. No signal. But before he could let out a deep, enraged sound from his maw, the door finally opened.
Ginger fur on female fox's exposed parts of body looked even more astonishing in person, than on the camera. Tyr couldn't believe how gorgeous her new boss was, especially in that lab coat was currently wearing. It was unbuttoned, giving him a view of a tight blouse and a long, black skirt. She also didn't wear any footwear.
"Mr. Drop? Follow me, please..." she fixed her glasses, suddenly sliding down her nose. Her voice sounded blunt and on to the point, like a middle-aged English teacher. But she couldn't have over thirty years. He had so many questions. Where one of those was basically what was going on here and why everything was so strange? But he followed the fox wherever she was taking him.
They could hear only slight taps on the marble floor, despite the many rooms on both sides of the corridor, like this place was completely deserted. They walked in complete silence, not sharing any word to each other. She was the boss, Tyr thought to himself.
At long last, they reached the elevator door, already opened like it was waiting for them. Tyr didn't understand the reason there would be a lift inside such a small building? It didn't even have a second floor. He had to ask the fox about it.
"Why--" he started, but fox interrupted that, now staring him down with an angry glimmer in her eyes. Now she really looked like a professor who was ready to reprimand their unruly student.
"Everything in the meantime, Mr. Drop. Now, step inside and I'll show you everything. I hope it was the last outburst from you."
It was another red flag for him. How badly he needed that job, anyway? Mrs. Malroy wasn't like that during the interview, so what suddenly changed her behavior in just a few days? Not believing himself and his actions, he finally stepped forward. Elevator doors closed behind him, sealing his fate.
Tyr was staring blankly at the tiny panel and the changing red numbers. Negative first floor, second, third. He thought if they were going to the center of the earth but the elevator quickly stopped, before slowly opening, revealing another corridor.
Fox's tail brushed against his left buttock when she stepped forward, clearly expecting to not fall behind. He already learned to not speak, when not spoken to, now also wondering how many more rules were waiting for him. Tyr looked around, but there was nothing on the walls. Not even posters for employees to stay motivated. Or saying about fruit Thursdays. Nothing.
Once they got to the intersection, a strange figure appeared, pushing a cart full of cardboard boxes. It was the strangest employee outfit the wolf ever saw. Tight, black latex suit starting right above feet and going all the way to the head, revealing only a snout, presumably belonging to a doberman. Not even eyes were visible, hidden behind dark tinted goggles. The suit itself wasn't even trying to be subtle, outlining perky bust and thick rump.
The female saw the new employee and stopped for less than a second, her hand on the trolley twitched visibly. Right after that, she moved it quicker than before, ignoring boss and Tyr altogether. Wolf had a glimpse of the destination, which seemed to be... some kind of dock? Indeed, there was an underground river. Was that their way for import and export?
Mrs. Malroy went in the opposite direction, after touching Tyr's side with her tail again, while a growing noise came to their ears. Sounds typical for the manufacture, working machinery and metallic clinks.
The hall felt claustrophobic at first, with all the production lines and storage racks strangely close to each other, giving only a little wriggle room for the workers. And yes, workers. The first one the Tyr met wasn't apparently the only one who had a tight suit on their garbs. For protection? If so, from what? Since it was an underground factory, the higher temperature could be bothersome for them.
Finally, Tyr noticed what kind of products were made here. Equine, canine and other phallic figures were visible, being packed up to the boxes and carried to the carts. From tiny, few inches rubber genitals, to massive, foot long horse shlongs of various colors. Even rainbow ones. It was slightly shocking to the wolf, but it wasn't anything that was out of order. So why do they hide themselves, being mysterious about this place? The company's description at various sites was pretty vague at the very best.
Female fox answered him in her own unusual way, like she was reading in his mind at this very moment. Her paw grasped the base of the largest, flared penis in a nonchalantly, then stepped closer to the worker. Judging by a maw, it could be a wolf, just like Tyr.
"Open wide, dear..." she said firmly and placed the tip of the rubber dildo to the wolfess' now opened maw. She immediately extended her thick, dark pink tongue and without hesitation or even direct order, she started moving it around the flared tip, slowly soaking it with saliva. Before Tyr couldn't even react, the fox smirked and started pushing the equine imitation deeper into her maw, sliding it down the throat. They could see a small bulge right under the skin of the worker's neck. Boss' actions made her not only moan but also her own body reacted. Her hardened, aroused nipples were clearly outlined under tight latex.
"I think that's enough. It's an excellent product..." the fox stated, removing the rubber sculpture out of the female wolf and placed it back. She glanced for a mere moment at Tyr and started guiding him again to their destination. Tyr couldn't help himself, but to stare at the various workers, doing their job almost mindlessly, like they were machines themselves. Busy like a bee.
Once at the two-part door to the office, Mrs. Malroy used her key card on the reader next to it, opening the way for them. If it was the last chance for Tyr to reconsider and escape, he already blew, stepping into the room right after his new boss.
While it was the first CEO office Tyr saw in his life, even he could see how it differed from the others. The only objects in that vast, mostly empty room were an oak desk and two chairs, apparently one for the boss behind the desk and one for the guest or employee.
At the end of the room, an idyllic sight welcomed them. Open sunflower fields grew as far as the eye could see, soaking in the sunlight, while the light breeze nuzzled the flowers around. Tyr tilted his head. Weren't they underground?
A remote control appeared in a fox's paw, now directed at the field. Apparently it was now a giant screen, projecting that heartwarming picture. After one simple click, the view changed, giving them the view of arctic sights with aurora borealis in the sky above.
"Sit down," she broke the silence bluntly, while taking a seat on her own black leather office chair. Staring him down with eyes behind the half cut glasses, looked quite ominous. Like a movie villain, but without a white feral cat on her lap, being stroked during evil monologue. She glanced at the flat computer screen before staring down the wolf again.
Tyr took a seat, feeling his anxiety building up. He tried to swallow, but his throat dried up. He really needed a drink, anything. But there wasn't even a cabinet in here. Just vast emptiness and a gentle, electronic buzz sounding around them. But they did not focus him on that.
"Now..." she started, "I have chosen you because of your good capabilities. A fine specimen indeed. But I need to make sure that you'll be a fine addition to my collection..." Her voice was now soothing, it lost sharpness from before. Tyr truly thought of her she would be a great elementary teacher.
"Collection, m'am? You mean the team, right?" He spoke to her, finally having some time to honestly talk to her, wanting answers to all of his burning questions. If anxiety would also raise temperature, he would combust a long time ago.
"Yes, of course..." she replied dismissively, standing up from her desk, with remote control in her paw once more. Not looking at the future employee. She pressed another button on the dark rectangle, causing a commotion in the wall nearby.
Tyr was looking at how part of the gray panel retracted from the wall and started turning around, revealing some kind of bar. While they could clearly find some bottles on it in the pub or restaurant, there were also flasks and other equipment, belonging rather to a chemist lab, than office. Yes, the fox was wearing a lab coat for some reason. Tyr was getting more and more confused about this whole situation.
While Mrs. Malroy had her back turned, he couldn't see what exactly she was mixing for him. It was strange, since he didn't ask for a drink, or being asked about what he wanted. Or if he drinks alcohol at all. But after a moment, the female boss returned to him, with a mixture of contents of at least three different flasks and bottles.
"Here, drink this first. It will help you relax. Don't worry, it's non-alcohol. It's necessary for the second part of this...check up. It will also clear everything up..." Tyr was surprised how she changed from harsh manager to motherly host. It didn't raise his suspicion, despite the many red flags he should have noticed.
Wolf took tall glass from her hand, looking at the orangish liquid inside. His great sense of smell noticed a hint of various citruses and some flowers, he couldn't recognize. Feeling her stare, he raised the glass and drank the contents, with few large gulps. He didn't feel more relaxed yet.
Something was suspicious about the aftermath of consuming that drink. Wolf felt warmth in his stomach, slowly going below his belt. It caused some sort of... excitement? Arousal? His sight was getting foggy, while mind numbed down with each minute.
"Take off your clothes..." he heard it, like someone was saying it from far away, but echoing in his head. The voice, while soothing, had a hidden commanding tone, like he couldn't even try to do anything against it. The wolf obliged, with swift moves removing his garments.
Tyr was undressing himself, still sitting down. Jacket and shirt quickly ended up on the cold floor, while now struggling with the belt of his trousers. Once done with it, he pulled them down, right with the undergarments, giving fox a full sight of his now bare figure.
Tyr wasn't highly muscular, but definitely wasn't built like a mere wimp either. Quite well sculpted muscles covered in light grayish fur, while possibly would not swoon many ladies, it was still something nice to look at. She noticed a strange symbol on his chest, a light colored triskel. Remarkable. But fox was much more interested in something hard, protruding now out of his canine sheath.
"Truly remarkable..." she started. noticing how strongly it was twitching, like it was begging for her touch. Deeply red, pointy tick of wolf's cock squirted out a single drop of musky liquid, while Tyr himself moaned quietly, starting to shudder. In fact, his whole body was mildly shaking, but the ginger furred female ignored it completely, now having a different task at hand. Literally.
Mrs. Malroy opened her maw wide, just like one of the workers before. And with the same, high skills, she wrapped her long, thick tongue around the now protruded, wide knot of his twitching member. Tip of her tongue just barely touched that inpatient organ, licking off that sweet drop off.
"Remarkable, but useless..." she stated firmly and stood up, returning to her computer, leaving Tyr in that poor state, silently begging for release. He couldn't even speak, while looking at the fox with a foggy sight, while she was typing commands on her station.
Five floor hatches opened out of the sudden, while robotic arms came from the depths of the office. All of them except one grasped firmly his arms and legs, making him moan out because of an uncomfortable cold. The last of the cybernetic inventions was holding a syringe, now close to one of the exposed veins on his arm.
Tyr didn't even try to resist, wanting only for the needy feeling to go away, that somebody will finally give him the release he deeply wanted. The climax, which he so deeply desired. He didn't even feel the moment, when the syringe pushed inside the strange mixture directly into his veins.
Mrs. Malroy was still at her station, monitoring the situation. Heart rate while high, it was still normal for a male his age. From both data and visuals, she saw the first changes, making her smirk, showing off single, sharp teeth.
Area around his top nipples was getting bigger, like something was being pushed hard from the inside of his body. The extra tissue appeared on his chest, very slowly but surely changing the wolf's chest. Even areolas around pink nubs widened and deepened in color. Soon enough, he could see two fleshy orbs under his chin. Both had decent size, easily able to fill a D cup bras. But between them, even tinsel changed a bit. Arms of it spiraling more towards the center of it.
But it wasn't over yet. His entire body was changing, from minor details to extreme ones. Adam's apple was gone, hips widened while waist got thinner. All of this couldn't happen without the pain, but apparently the mixture was numbing it completely.
Furry scrotum of the wannabe employee shrunk down completely, while also making a deep opening right under the sheath, which was also decreasing in size. Hard, throbbing cock didn't disappear completely, now changing into a decently sized clit, now poking out of newly created, thick fleshy hood. Rest of the ball sack was apparently used to make nice pairs of lips, still wet from the arousal.
Tyr was deeply panting from his...or rather her maw. But her voice came back and she could finally speak. Deep inside her mind, she was begging to go home. But the other side of her new personality spoke up.
"P-please. I need to cum. B-badly..." she spoke in a higher pitched, feminine voice. The fox casually stood up, after taking something from the desk. With slow steps, feeling like it was eternity, she approached the wolfess with the same smirk on her muzzle. She didn't even notice that the fox's skirt was gone, now looking at a rather large rubber strap-on.
The wolfess let out a mix of murr and groan from her mouth, unconsciously spreading her now slimmer thighs, like welcoming her between those. But the fox was more interested in her whole figure than just genitals. She nonchalantly grasped the base on one breast, inspecting it. Tyr couldn't help but moan once more, since the tissue was still very sensitive to the touch. But apparently she passed the test, even if Mrs. Malroy didn't say any word, just looking at other parts of the body.
Not only her bust was sensitive, practically a lot of her skin had the same burning sensation, especially around erogenous parts. Fox was ruthless, touching those parts with just a tip of her protruded claw, with a wide, unsettling smile on her face.
Fox woman kneels before Tyr like a humble servant, enjoying the view of an engorged, feminine organ. Still wanting to torture the employee she gently licked whole fleshy nub on top of wolfess vagina, making her scream and arching her back violently, suddenly locked in that position. Fox couldn't help herself, but to just enjoy the moment, now sliding two of her fingers down an extremely sensitive path, between inviting lips, like an opened curtain to an amazing show.
"P-please... m-more..." she begged, while fox's ears twitched at the nervous sounds coming from Tyr's maw. Soon enough, she raised her head and licked off the warm, feminine juices from her own fangs. It tasted delightful. A mixture of lust, confusion, and fear.
She tried to command her to stand up and bend over, but because of being overwhelmed by emotions, Tyr could barely move anyway. Mrs. Malroy used the remote again to tilt the chair, so their pelvises were on a similar level.
The Fox woman didn't even bother with coating her strap-on with lube or saliva, just wanted to taste her depths raw, just like she was doing the same thing with other workers. Massive rubbery monstrosity entered the already wet and warm entrance, making Tyr to open eyes wide and gasp for air. Boss took that opportunity and kissed that maw deeply, sliding her tongue to meet with theirs, mixing their fluids together.
Movement of her pelvis was almost mechanical, like a piston in the machinery, the same in their factory. She wanted to put her into total submission, but apparently Tyr's mind was weak enough to listen without further brainwashing. Or was it?
They suddenly pinched her clit with no warning, causing more now than muffled moans. But after a short while of this violent lovemaking, the scream that should fill the emptiness of the room barely made a sound, while their maws still connected, gave a picture of lust between employer and worker.
Fox took a few deep breaths and, like nothing happened between them, she returned to the station, since they had not done her work yet. And soon enough, before Tyr could calm herself down or even catch a deeper breath, more hatches opened before him. The whole chair moved backwards, to let the massive panel slide away, while ten feet tall machinery.
Tyr couldst know, but the chair she was sitting on was part of it. Like a tip of the cybernetic iceberg. It resembled a massive spider with even more arms, clicking and whirring with metallic sounds. Instead of an arachnid abdomen, it had a giant glass container, with black liquid inside, thick like a tar.
The robot quickly placed iron parts of her new suit, made with the same materials as this spider itself, although they were covering only the upper body, leaving the rest naked. Wristbands, armbands and shoulder pads fit her body firmly, just like a collar and peculiar chest plate, with holes for her breasts to fill.
Like from nowhere, metallic hose attached itself to her legs, slowly pouring hot, but not burning substance, slowly hardening and sticking to Tyr's fur. It started right from the calves up to her thighs and between them. It even coated the protruding clit tightly, making a very arousing sight for the interested.
Only the maw, feet, paws, and eyes were free from the thick substance. But not before the fox appeared right before her, gathering last shreds of sane mind. The climax cleared it a bit, but was still foggy and confused.
"I want... home. Go... home... yes?" but the fox only smirked.
"Yes, you're home. Welcome to family, dear..." she replied, putting the dark tinted goggles on her head. Tyr could see that it had tiny computer screens, giving visuals, but also commands, not mentioning messages like '' mother loves you '' and other propaganda.
"Now, for finishing touch..." Mrs. Malroy kissed Tyr sensually, initially without any lust or erotic desire. Although she couldn't help herself, she grasped her whole crotch, placing thumb right on her coated clit.
"Call me mommy..."
It was another day at the delivery service. Or was it night? It was hard to tell, since she didn't see genuine light of the sun, only projections. The soothing classical music coming from earbuds was putting her mind in a somewhat sleepy state, not giving any harmful thoughts. Harmful to this "family" of course.
She was now close to the shipping docks, passing the intersection in a long corridor, suddenly sensing movement. It was Mrs. Malroy. Mommy, she corrected herself. She wasn't alone escorting a young male raccoon filled with anxiety. And then something snapped.
Like waking up from a deep dream or even a ten years long coma, a strange thought came to mind. Run. It was too late for her, but she could at least help one soul.
Tyr stopped her cart and tried to raise an arm. But before she could speak, it injected something to her, via metallic armor, putting her mind to rest, before continuing her work.. The raccoon could see a twitch in her arm.
But immediately dismissed it.