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Why did I get talked into this?

That thought, not for the first time that day, was crossing Rotor's mind as he spread his arms out to his side, looking down at a young buck dressed in leather, lace, and mesh as he measured every inch of his naked body. His breath catching in his throat a little as the buck wrapped the tailer's measuring tape around his belly, he gave his companion - a young, beautiful coyote named Velvet - a withering look, one that was met by a warm and encouraging smile. It had been months since Velvet, older sister of Antoine by 5 years, had been discovered by the Freedom Fighters and had joined their ranks - a little less than that after her secret came out to them - and everyone was slowly settling into a slightly changed routine. Everyone was adjusting to Velvet's presence and personal schedule, and while most of the Freedom Fighters quickly adapted, two - Antoine and Rotor himself - were still struggling with the change; Antoine, still uncomfortable with the knowledge that his long-lost sister was a lesbian, was trying hard to support her, but occasionally had to catch himself from making untoward remarks towards her orientation out of instinct.

Rotor, on the other hand, was suffering a totally different bit of uncomfortableness: Velvet remained close friends and bunkmates with the walrus, and it quickly became standard fare for them to head out to the nearby city of Greanleaf and the fetish club there, Iniquity, almost every other day. He was so grateful to the coyote for supporting him during their trips; after their first visit - and his subsequent lost of virginity during said visit - he felt like his eyes were opened to a whole new world that he was eager, albeit nervous, to explore, and she had been with him every step of the way through his journey. Which was comforting for him, since he had yet to fully divulge the full extent of his experiences in this new life to the others, and for good reason; he had spent several of his visits with Velvet to Iniquity enjoying himself with a few of the patrons there - mostly with a sultry reindeer femme in a tight corset named Solar - and while the small amount of details about it that he shared with the others was met with more or less approval - especially from Sonic, who thought it way past cool that one of his best buds was getting laid - the reasons for his continued travels to the club he felt was still a bit too sensitive for him to explain.

It seemed like so long ago to Rotor, the event that changed his perceptions of himself and his sex life forever; it was shortly after Velvet had moved in with them, on one night when she went to Iniquity by herself, that he saw her, prepping for the night of sin before her. He was planning on talking with the coyote for some reason or other, he couldn't remember anymore, when he accidentally caught her in mid-dress, dumbly watching her as she put on the rest of her clothes... or, more precisely, putting on that. That, being a sensuous red whalebone corset, a garment Rotor had never seen before in his life, and now could never unsee... not like he would want to. The piece of clothing seemed to be all-encompassing in his mind, since then, a brief exploration between then and his first real trip to Iniquity revealing a heretofore unknown lust for it, to the point where it seemed like any Mobian wearing something similar would arouse his hackles up. When he had his night with Solar, being able to touch the fabric and feel how it constricted her body into erotic shapes while she rocked his world clinched it for him. It was quite an effort for him to ignore the nagging fantasies about that night and the alluring fabric while out in public or on a mission, especially around Velvet - although he had accepted that he wasn't for her, the lingering memory of that incident threatened to work him up every time she was near him - but he soon developed a comfortable balance; During most of the day, he kept his feelings in check, using missions and his own projects to keep him distracted, but when night fell, and he had time alone to himself, he would indulge in his fantasies, jacking off to vivid images of the corset and how it would shape a ladies' waistline and bosom.

However, those thoughts twisted over time; at first, it was Solar and the few other women he had met at Iniquity who wore the top that occupied his mind during those sessions, thinking back to his time with them and how the top simply enhanced their beauty and sensuality when he made love to them. As time went by, though, those women were slowly phased out in favor of just the corset. Rotor didn't know why; even though he saw plenty of males at Iniquity wearing female clothing during his times there, he for the longest time had always thought of corsets as a strictly woman thing, and it made it easier for him to indulge in those fantasies without considering himself a pervert or some sort of deviant. Indeed, since that incident with Velvet, he had always thought of himself as straight, focusing his desire for the corset on the women who wore them, and certainly his affairs with Solar helped with that. But now... It was one night, two weeks ago, after another enjoyable trip to Iniquity; as always, he had gone there with Velvet by his side, and as always he had found the sultry reindeer there. More confident in himself and his skills, he had took the lead, gently dragging her to an unoccupied corner of the club and putting the moves on her as usual. Shortly afterward, though, his seduction soon narrowed in scope, going from admiring and worshiping her body to examining her top in intricate detail, slightly shaking hands fondling the reinforced, silky fabric and hard ribs of the corset, mild mumblings about how beautiful it looked slipping out of his tongue every few minutes. At first, Solar was confused over what the walrus was doing with her, not sure if his muttering was directed to her or her outfit. When she finally realized it was the latter he was referring to, her demeanor changed to that of bemused mock-outrage. Grabbing his hands and bringing them up to her face, she kissed them gently and gave him a half-pouty smirk before asking the question that now haunted him: "If you like corsets so much, honey, why don't you get one for yourself? I think you'd look good in one..."

The inquiry hit him like a slap to the face. Blinking in surprise, he seemed to break out of his stupor and stare in confusion at his partner, unable to comprehend the question for a good couple of minutes. It wasn't until Solar smiled warmly back at him and guided his hands back over the hardened ribs of her corset that something finally registered with him. Blushing with embarrassment and surprise, he quickly withdrew his hands and apologized to the reindeer for his behavior, blushing even more when she brushed his concerns off and repeated her statement. As if for emphasis, she started rubbing his sides and belly, as if measuring him up for a top of his own, before speaking again: "I haven't seen many husky men like you wearing one of these things around here. I think you'd look gorgeous in one. Would make our time together a little more interesting, methinks..." His blush deepened as he realized what she meant, only stopping short of refuting her by the sudden brief appearance of a wiry-looking goat in a lacy bra and panties - the same one, he noted, that he saw during his first visit to the club - as he walked by and out the back door of the club with a rather built, leather-clad male panther. For the most part, he composed himself quite well through the awkwardness, quickly but gently excusing himself from his companion's presence, with a promise to think about it and to visit her again, soon. With a peck on the lips and one last, lingering stroke along the corset's sides, Rotor left, finding Velvet long enough to make up a story about not feeling very well before leaving the club - and Greenleaf - for the night.

He hurried back to Knothole and into his own hut, practically slamming the door behind him in a lucid frenzy. His mind was still reeling from what he had done, and the question that had followed, as he made his way to his bedroom. As he passed by the bathroom, however, he stopped and tilted his head. He had no reason to go in, but something told him he should, and in his muddied mindset, he had no compunction to resist. Once inside, he immediately turned to the vanity, and the large mirror attached to it; he had never thought of himself as vain, so he didn't know why he had such a large mirror in his bathroom; he mostly chocked that up to how they had scavenged and divided the salvage from Robotnik's coup among themselves. Then, however, his gaze transfixed on his reflection in it, his eyes tracing over every curve and sinew of his body as he studied himself in the mirror. As he did so, he thought back to the inquiry Solar had given him, and shook his head. Ludicrous. What makes her think that I'd wear a corset? That's what women wear, not men, and I'm not a... what was it that Velvet called them?... a 'crossdresser' Besides, I wouldn't look good in one, anyway. I'm too fat for that... The more he tried to convince himself of that, though, the more his body went into automatic, his hands unknowingly and unwillingly rubbing around his belly and sides, fingers tracing around where each rib of a corset would be on his ample frame, as if attempting to convince him otherwise. His doubting mind gave way to one filled with images of himself in the garment, imagining the tightness of the laces, the restrictive breathing he'd have to endure, the kind of curves he'd achieve from the constricting fabric... and as he looked down to study his own body in a half-stupored daze, the sight of his half-hardening cock at the thoughts snapped him back to reality.

For a while afterward, Rotor kept to himself, making as little contact with everyone - especially Velvet - as he could. Fortunately for him, the missions during that time were few and far between, and he was able to keep himself busy with a few projects, but try as he might, nothing could distract him from Solar's suggestion, or the fact that he actually considered it, that night. As much of an education he was getting into the world of sex and kinks from his talks with Velvet and his trips to Iniquity, he was still very much an amateur, and knew quite little in how fetishes actually worked, let alone how they could turn into a lifestyle. It felt like his head was spinning with ideas, it was all too much for him to take. Going from loving women in corsets to loving the corset itself to considering owning and wearing one himself...

It was a week after then that proved the final straw. Concerned over how seclusive her friend had been, since their last trip, Velvet attempted to draw him out with a fake breakdown of the washing machine. When that didn't work, she purposely sabotaged the device herself, causing a real crisis that, even then, took Rotor a couple of days before he finally got his tools and went over for a look. As he worked, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him several times, only to be shot down with noncommittal grunts and one-word sentences. It wasn't until he was halfway done that progress finally broke, and not in the way either of them expected; taking a break, Rotor broke the silence by requesting some refreshments, giving her a halfhearted but reassuring smile. When she left for the kitchen, however, was when the magic happened: getting up to his feet, Rotor stretched out and took stake in his surroundings, not really noticing much about the laundry room until then. He had seen it out of the corner of his eye as he repaired the washer, and tried to put it out of his mind during that time, but then, when he had some time to actually look, he took immediate notice of it: Velvet's crimson corset, laid out carefully on a pile of clothes next to the washer/dryer combo.

It was the first time he had seen the piece of clothing by itself, not worn by anyone, and as it laid flat on the heap of fabric before him, Rotor felt entranced by its beauty. It didn't look that soiled, nor did it stink of rank odor. In fact, it looked freshly-washed, to his untrained eye. He bent down to inspect it, eyes carefully tracing every detail of the top as once again images of himself wearing such an article crept up into his mind. Again, he tried to fight the urge, the sudden need in his soul, but this time, curiosity got the better of him; looking around to see if Velvet had come back from making snacks, he snatched up the corset and - with a final look to make sure he was in the clear - dashed into the bathroom with it, closing and locking the door behind him. Once inside, he laid the fabric down on the sink's countertop and smoothed out any wrinkles he had gotten into it. The fabric, satin-like in texture, teased his fingertips as he brushed it to immaculateness. He felt a stirring in his loins, and knew he should stop before he reached full-blown erection, but he wasn't in control of his own faculties, by that point. The corset, itself, was a simple thing, not overly lacy or embellished, but it did have a bra-like set of pouches where he knew the breasts would be cupped into. The whalebone felt firm yet flexible, the silky cords that laced up the back strong yet supple in his hands. He knew what he wanted to do with it, but also knew it was impossible; aside from the fact that it wasn't his property, the small amount of common sense he had left reminded him that it was far too small for him to wear. But he wouldn't be denied, so he chose an alternative...

And it was then that he was caught. Velvet, returning to the laundry room to ask Rotor about what he wanted to drink, found him absent, and a quick search of the hut led her to the locked bathroom door. Worried, she knocked, but got no answer. She spoke up, asking what was wrong, but again, no answer. In a lucid panic, then, the coyote took out her house key and opened the door, barging in on the strangest, and most unexpected sight for her: there, standing in front of the vanity, dancing around like a preening queer, was Rotor, the corset firmly pressed against his front, cock erect and throbbing as he studied himself in the mirror. It took a little while for her to register the sight she was seeing, but quickly recovered and smirked at the walrus, clearing her throat loudly to get his attention.

What followed had led to here, now, Rotor's attention drawing back to the buck measuring him, now gently poking and prodding his gut with his fingers, feeling the tensile resistance of the flesh. To say he was embarrassed he was caught would've been an understatement; snapping out of his stupor, he quickly was reduced to a quivering ball of maroon as he realized what he was doing, and who in front of. Bemused but confused, Velvet gently took her garment from Rotor and led him out of the bathroom into the kitchen, sitting him down at the table there. The conversation that followed was long and difficult, with lots of uncomfortable questions asked on both sides. The gist of it was that Rotor explained his deepening obsession with corsets and the question he was asked by Solar that night, and Velvet in turn explained in more detail how fetishes worked and dispelled quite a few myths that Rotor had in mind about the subject. Overall, while she was a bit shocked and concerned about his preoccupation with the garment, she was very supportive of and informative to him, and with a quick run-through of his finances as he was finishing the repairs on the washer, Velvet came to the obvious - and embarrassing - conclusion.

Rotor needed to get a corset of his own.

That was why he was here, standing stark naked in a fetish boutique on the other side of Greenleaf's red light district, getting sized up by the buck. It was simple for Velvet to convince him to go with her to the boutique today, with a minimum of arm-twisting, but all throughout the trip he was a nervous wreck; he still felt uncomfortable with the idea, and not less than a few times he had a passing thought about turning around and going home, but each time he stopped himself. He wanted this, needed this, and now was the perfect opportunity for him to finally fulfill his dream. The boutique - named "Fetishensations" - was a relatively small store, tucked between a porn shop and a liquor store. Unassuming in appearance, it could've been easily overlooked, if not for the neon sign advertising its name above the door. Once again, Rotor thought about turning tail and running, but with a gentle, friendly squeeze of his hand by Velvet, he calmed down and allowed himself to be guided through the store's threshold.

Inside was a wonderland; the shelves and aisles and even the walls were adorned with all manner of sexy gear, from frilly lingerie to full-on rubber gimp suits, all sorted by their own fetish and use. At one corner of the store stood a service counter, behind which was the same buck - Travis - who now measured out his figure. The young deer smiled greetings at them as they perused the isles, Rotor barely taking any notice, his eyes fixated on the clothing before him. He never knew there were so many different kinds of outfits for so many different fetishes, and the knowledge was starting to overwhelm him; leather harnesses he studied with mild interest, while latex body suits and hoods got a queried quirk of the eyebrow from him. Chaps and thongs, jockstraps and bras, the whole scene was proving too much for him, so when he came across the corsets, it felt like he had arrived in an oasis in a desert storm.

To his dismay, however, he found very little that interested him; oh, sure, just the mere sight of the selection of tops he was given was enough to give him quite a boner, especially with how intricate some of them were, with frilly lace, hardened metal studs, and wicked-looking ribs. But they were all too small for him, even the few plus-sized ones he had found near the back of the aisle. Rotor felt crestfallen, believing himself to have come so far only to have his hopes dashed. Then a friendly voice perked up behind him.

"Ah, I see you're interested in our corset line. Finding anything you're interested in?"

Rotor looked behind him and saw Travis there, a warm smile on his muzzle. Travis himself was dressed in some kinky gear, himself; upon his chest was a sheer fishnet tank top, over which was worn a deep black and red coat with tails. The coat itself had frills along the wrist openings and down the neckline. Down below, he wore what was clearly a sizable black leather thong under assless leather chaps, held up by a studded leather belt - the thong barely hid the massive, meaty bulge in between his legs, and the chaps seemed to outline it for anyone to see. Around his neck was a spiked leather collar with tag, and on his face was a number of odd piercings; on his lip, his tongue, one of his nostrils, his left eyebrow, and along the edge of both ears. Clearly, this was someone who knew his way around the fetish business, and looked to love his job. Rotor, blushing at the deer, looked down and shrugged. "I would like to get one of these, but I'm afraid they're all a bit too small for me..."

Travis chuckled and waved his hand in flamboyant dismissal. "Oh, that's no problem. We can custom-make orders on demand."

Those words, simple as they were, perked the walrus' interests. Before he knew it, he was led by the buck to a nearby wall mirror and told to strip, obediently discarding his hat and bandolier and wrestling his cock and balls out of their hiding place. A brief trip into the back room, and Travis returned with a few tailor's measuring devices, smiling happily at his customer as he set up for the task at hand. And thus he was measured, getting into and holding a T-pose for easier access by the buck. The buck seemed to do a much more thorough job of getting his measurements than Rotor thought was necessary; he just wanted a corset, so he figured a simple analysis of his chest, back, and stomach would be in order, and indeed that was what Travis measured, but he went further, measuring the length and thickness of his arms and legs, sizing up his rather girthy genitals, and even measuring around his neck.

All the while, Velvet was with him, calming him down with comforting words of encouragement. She new how difficult this was for him, understood the nervousness he was feeling over the whole ordeal. Poor Rote, she thought to herself, sullenly, so young and naïve, yet so eager to learn. I guess we all have to start somewhere. I just hope this doesn't complicate things with the others; I know 'Tony would flip his lid if he ever found out about this...

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Travis got up and shook his head in half-apology. "I hate to say it, pal, but I don't think a traditional corset would do you any good..."

Once again Rotor felt his heart sink as he heard those words, once again he felt like he had failed. Velvet, herself, blinked a little in surprise at the news and gave Rotor's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "It's because I'm too fat, isn't it?" Rotor asked, drooping his head in defeat.

"No, not really," the buck responded. "I've had several chubby customers in the past looking for corsets, so making a size for you should be no problem. What is a problem is the way that bulk of yours is made; it's a lot tougher and less springy than even the odd musclegut crossdresser I've serviced; if you were to try and wear a traditional whalebone corset, I'm afraid the ribs might break on you and cause you a lot of harm. Even if it doesn't, it won't compress your flesh enough to make much of a difference."

That part surprised Velvet a little; she learned quite early that Rotor was much stronger than he looked, and he certainly felt more resilient when she touched him than she thought he would be, but she didn't think he was that tough. "Well, is there anything you can do for him? I know that there's more designs out there than whalebone..."

Travis nodded and brought his hand up to his chin, tilting his head a little in thought. After a few moments, the hand detached from his chin and started waggling, one finger out, as he went back to the service desk. "I think so, hold on a moment, I'm going to check on something." Once at the desk, he flicked the computer on it out of sleep mode and started typing, the clickity-clack of keys being depressed broken up by the occasional click of a mouse. It took a few seconds, but finally the deer called the duo over and turned the monitor toward them. Upon Velvet's encouragement, Rotor looked up at the image displayed on the screen: It was an elephant, a male one at that, wearing what could only be described as slutty lingerie; around his waist was a confining tube of spandex-like material, not doing well to reduce the obvious gut he had, but was form-fitting enough to emphasize his curves and hide some of his love-handles. On his arms were a pair of black and red latex bicep-length gloves, studded with steel rivets along the cuff and down one side. A black, studded leather collar was wrapped around his thick neck, the three o-rings attached to its front gleaming in the light. On his legs, a matching pair of latex garter stockings was worn, held up by a pair of suspenders attached to a belt. Also attached to the belt, something that really caught Rotor's eye; a wide ball sling, attached to the belt by another set of suspenders, cradling his sizable scrotum in a firm but free-moving hug. The face was blurred out in a mosaic, presumably to hide his identity. "I got this request a few months ago, customer was built a bit like you are. I couldn't risk him with a ribbed corset, either, but I did have an alternative. See this?" He pointed at the tube around the elephant's belly. "This is the newest innovation for corsets, a spandex-like fabric embedded with carbon fiber micro-ribs. More durable than your traditional corset, allows for better breathing, easier to slip on, and safer. Not everyone's a fan of it, but it worked well for this fellow. I think this will do you well for your needs."

Rotor nodded absently as he continued to stare at the screen. At first, he wasn't too fond of the picture, the figure not looking to be as sexy in the outfit as he would've liked, and the outfit looked a bit off to him. However, the more he studied it, the more he grew to appreciate it; the material seemed strong and supple, not at all uncomfortable on the elephant, but at this angle it didn't look like it did much to his profile. Without looking up, he asked for a few more pictures of the outfit, which Travis was happy to give him; The other portraits, five in all, showed the outfit from various angles as the elephant posed in sultry, seductive ways. These angles gave a much more comprehensive idea of how the top worked; two of the pics showed the elephant from the side and the back, as he flaunted his assets at the camera, and while it was still obvious that his belly was in no way impeded by the top's constriction, his waist and back profile looked much slimmer and more hourglass-shape than they appeared from the front.

Velvet, looking over Rotor's shoulder at the pictures, squinted as she struggled to make out the figure in the pictures. "Guy looks familiar, I think I've seen him before. Do you know who he is?"

Travis nodded in confirmation. "Dunno his real name, gave me an alias. He called me in for a house call and asked for a slutty girly outfit, like on a whim. Guy was massive, easily twice as tall as I am - he was the biggest customer I've ever serviced, guy or girl." He giggled and blushed a little. "Don't mind saying I got a bit more than just a tip from him, after I got his outfit made for him..."

Velvet giggled back and gave the deer a sideways glance, before turning to Rotor. "So? What do you think? Frankly, I think you'd look bitchin' in an outfit like that."

Rotor nodded his head from side to side, humming to himself. "I dunno. The top certainly looks like it could work, and I am intrigued by that sling underneath it, but I dunno..." Actually, he knew exactly what he thought about the outfit, and a quick look down between his legs gave that away quite readily: he liked it. He really liked it. And the fact that it was a male showing it off rather than a female surprisingly made it easier for the walrus to imagine himself in it. It wasn't even just the corset, at this point; he was having a hard time separating it from the rest of the outfit. Granted, he wasn't too keen on the material the gloves and garters were made of, but without them, the outfit seemed incomplete to him. And the ball sling... He had never seen anything like it, even at Iniquity, and it seemed suitably comfortable and exotic to him, that it completed the outfit.

He received an impatient nudge from Velvet. "C'mon, Rote, go for it! You know you've been wanting it. Live a little! Don't make this trip all for nothing, love..."

Rotor nodded, idly, not taking his eyes off of the pictures. She was right; he did want this, badly, and it would be a disservice to her if he were to chicken out, now. Any remaining doubt in his mind vanished when he remembered what Travis said, that they could custom-make any order he chooses. Smiling in determined satisfaction, he looked up at the deer. "I'll take it!"