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Thunderous roars were reverberating down the long corridor leading to the lab's high-security room. Heads were turning in the direction of the heavily-armored door, as the sound was momentarily lowering to a barely-audible growl, then elevating without warning to the bestial scream of a creature who was sounding like brutal murder was the only thing on its mind. Inside the confines of that protected space, Rilt was observing the source of the terrifying sounds with mild concern.

"Are you certain..." Rilt began to ask, pausing as another furious howl echoed in the room with everyone except him flinching at the din from the other side of the security glass before he continued, "...that he will not end up being a liability? We can control him here, surely, but what about once we deliver his request?"

"Yes, sir. He's currently 154% beyond his usual transformative state.. We've induced the additional push towards his fully feral condition in order to ensure the samples are of sufficient potency. Under normal circumstances, he is capable of a much higher level of control."

Immediately after the sentence was completed, another roar echoed through the room, vibrating the air and causing some of the technicians to cover their ears. The rabbit at the main console had already taken his long floppy ears and stuffed their tips into his ear canals, having made a mental note to always come prepared with ear protection from then on.

Solid steel hydraulic pistons were whining against their pumps as the titanium collar around the werewolf's neck kept the mindless monstrosity in place. The nearly 4.5 meter tall beast's limbs were all in size-adjustable cuffs that ensured his body would remain immobilized even as his lycanthropic transformation increased his physical size. Despite the industrial-grade bondage, the screaming animal was not a prisoner. Inside the test chamber was an eager participant in the Vulcanis Corporation's research division.

Rilt sighed, turning on his heel to the rabbit whose ears were plugged. "Well, let's get things started so we can add the client to our list of satisfied customers."

The rabbit turned towards the marten, responding in an unnaturally loud tone, his plugged ears unaware of the volume of his own voice. "What?!"

Rilt yanked on the rabbit's ear, pulling its end free just in time for another of the werewolf's howls to hit and shouting into the face of the wincing lapine. "I SAID GET ON WITH IT!"

"GAH!...Yes sir...," the technician gingerly replied before tapping away at his console.

Not long ago, a wolf who called himself Shin had appeared at the main headquarters, saying he wanted to commission the company to transform his submissive partner into a mindless rubber sex slave, one that had the capacity for sex with him even fully-transformed. Such activities were still top-secret, so the interview which followed was naturally extensive, and conducted in a secure room with armed security. It wasn't until halfway through the interrogation that he calmly stated "I've deliberately come here during right the time of the month so your security here would still be effective."

A short voluntary blood test later, and his lycanthropy was confirmed. While normally, such forward requests were automatically denied as per policy, word came down from The Administrator that the client would have their request granted, provided he could furnish a "nominal fee" of $40,000.00 and would relinquish both himself and his slave for research over a period of 90 days. Astoundingly, Shin immediately agreed and produced the amount in full.

The company's researchers were still acquiring the tiger hybrid, as well as doing the requisite checking into his background, psychological profile, darkest fantasies, and deep-seated fetishes. In the meantime, however, the wolf's request had certain peculiarities which, while well within the company's prowess to deliver, required some fairly lengthy preparation.

"Initiating collection sequence."

The werewolf's snarling muzzle bared its fangs in full, his yellow eyes glowing brightly. His artificially-enhanced transformation left him little in the way of conscious self-control. If there were any protests he wished to voice about what was about to happen, there was no possibility of expressing them, which suited the company's purpose perfectly. The creature's grey-furred sheath was swollen and heavy, with its opening accented by the tip of his ruby-red cock. His rage alone was inflating it to near-arousal, with the chamber's air becoming saturated by bestial musk.

Beneath the struggling beast, a series of armatures began emerging from various openings in the floor, as well as one from the ceiling above him. The upper device began affixing a large rubber mask to the werewolf's muzzle, silencing another angry roar midway through. Shin's struggles were renewing their intensity in futility against the bonds which were over-engineered for even a dragon, as his lungs inhaled deep breaths of specialized gases. The rabbit technician's display was listing out the combination of neural sedatives and aphrodisiacs which were to focus the werewolf's mind on nothing but the need to breed as though he were the last alpha male on the planet.

Steel clamps closed upon the swollen and heavy ballsac, holding them clear of the oversized milking assembly that closed over his sheath opening and began applying hard suction to draw his canine member fully out. The sound of muffled barks and growls were continuing to emanate from beneath the hissing mask as the werewolf's cock engorged, beginning to fill out into the rubber-lined steel tube tugging upon it, while a pair of electrodes pressed in between the hairs of the fur on his scrotum, and activated a momentary spark. The yelp lasted less than a second, followed by deep angry growls as a the tube from the end of the milking assembly suddenly flowed with a deep yellow color that snaked through its length and into the collection device.

"His pet is really in for it, isn't he?" The technician asked, the muted roars allowing nominal conversation once more.

"Speculation isn't your job, Marcus. Right now, collecting his fluids is." Rilt remarked, studying the readout on the sample of the canine's heavy piss, it's composition unique to that of a werewolf already but with additional components he noted and documented for later. These would be enhanced as part of a new individually-specific nano-rubber transformation slurry, resulting in a dependence upon the bodily fluids of the werewolf for survival on the part of whoever was exposed to the substance.

"But yes," he continued, "as long as he checks out, his pet is going to be used on a level he never understood could be possible, even if he is as big as they claim. Now, let's switch over to the semen collection."

As the machine working the werewolf's cock began to pump rhythmically, a constant flow of lubricant started filling it and spilling out over the creature's crotch, pouring messily out onto the floor. Holographic imagers began beaming directly into Shin's eyes and presenting him with the view of his tiger's ass prepared and begging, eliciting his hips to forcefully thrust the knotted monstrosity of his cock mindlessly against the machine.

"Yeah, that boy is definitely in for it..."

---

One week later

The car ride had been fairly quiet for the most part, with the middle-aged wolf at the wheel smiling to himself, while the 20-something tiger hybrid was tapping away on his smartphone. Their trip into downtown was unexpected on Softie's part, but not at all unusual for the pair. Whether it was going out for coffee or disappearing to a motel for a tryst, Softie had grown accustomed to the idea that whenever his 'dad' showed up at his house and instructed him to get into the car, he did so without question. The wind was blowing his long, blonde hair about somewhat wildly as the electric convertible sped along the streets. Having the top down was always a more comfortable way for Softie to ride considering his two and a half meter height, even if it messed up his hair. Most vehicles weren't exactly 'comfortable' otherwise.

"So 'Dad', where are we going?" Softie asked the wolf in the driver's seat while glancing up from the glowing LCD in his paw. While the pair had been bosom friends for many years, their relationship had evolved into one that was far more complex, sexual, and included a hefty role-playing element which permeated their private lives together. Their terms of endearment towards one another followed their shared fantasy, along with their mutual interest in numerous other things 'taboo.' The tiger's question was replied to at first merely by a large grey-furred hand of the wolf reaching into his crotch and giving it a hearty squeeze, the overt molestation making Softie squirm.

"What did we talk about earlier, son? Didn't we cover this topic already?" the wolf asked, his paw grinding into the tiger's groin and gripping him by the privates firmly.

"Mmmph... yes sir."

"And what did we agree on?" Shin urged.

"That when you say I get in the car, I do it without question."

"Because?"

The tiger chuffed quietly in response for a moment, the molestation of his private parts becoming more insistent the longer he waited, until finally his squirming reached its peak and he gave in.

"Because Dad always knows what's best for his best boy." Softie replied with a flush of his skin beneath his fur. His long and bushy tail was quivering at the tip as he was simultaneously embarrassed and aroused by the child-like treatment.

The wolf released his grip, and left the bulging crotch of his 'boy' with a comforting few pats. "That's right, son. You don't question your father, and things will all work out just fine."

As the conversation concluded, so did their journey. The imposing edifice of the Vulcanis Corporation's HQ was looming over Softie's nervous upward gaze as he snapped a quick photo with his phone. As Shin unloaded the overnight bag he'd packed from the car, Softie swished his long, striped tail behind him and curiously observed the valet that drove their vehicle away. She seemed to recognize Shin, even calling him by name. Indeed, every person they met in the lobby appeared to have met his werewolf dad previously, and were expecting his arrival. None of them took much note of Softie, however, until the appearance of a weasel.

"Hello again, Shin. Glad to see that everything came out OK earlier. " the marten said with a sly smile, the pair exchanging a handshake and mutual chuckle before turning to look up at the towering tiger. "And you must be Softie! It's nice to meet you. I'm Rilt. We've heard a tremendous host of things about you, and I'm sure you can't wait to get started."

The tiger accepted the outstretched paw from the diminutive creature quizzically, remarking, "Um. Thanks? What do you mean 'get started' though?"

"Why, get started with everything you've ever wanted, of course! Don't worry, we'll get to all that soon enough. Follow me, you two!"

Softie was slightly unsettled by the reply, but keeping his faith in his 'dad,' followed along and remained silent even when the elevator began descending, as opposed to going up into the high-rise above them. Why were they going to the basement?

During the ride down, the Marten whispered something to Shin that Softie couldn't make out. The pair then sharing another mutual chuckle under their breath before the wolf lifted his paw up onto his shoulder, giving Softie a hearty squeeze of encouragement.

Rilt then asked Shin in a normal voice "So, how much have you told him?"

"Absolutely nothing" the werewolf replied, giving Softie's blushing cheek a gentle stroke. "He's a good boy, and does exactly as he's told. He knows that he should obey, and that he'll enjoy what happens when he does."

"Oh my, you two definitely have a fascinating arrangement. We'll make good use of that."

Being spoken of in the third person was making Softie even more excited, his toes curling slightly against the floor as the elevator doors opened. Since Shin had already begun to openly address him with their private terms of endearment, he assumed that the role-play had begun. Only their closest friends knew about their kinky relationship, so whoever this marten was, he presumed that he was allowed to be in character around him. "Um, so what should I be doing next, Dad?"

As the elevator doors opened, he felt a hard grip on his left asscheek and let out a quiet "mrowl," the werewolf using his rump to guide him out of the elevator and down the hallway.

"You're going to sign some papers, then we're going to get you nice and comfy."

Papers? What the hell is going on? Softie mused to himself, pressing back against the grip on his buttocks until they entered some sort of dressing room area that one might see outside of a laboratory. True to word, there were a host of forms the tiger filled out and signed, handing them back over to Rilt who nodded at Shin and placed them onto the table nearby.

"Excellent, let's get started. Strip down, son." the marten said matter-of-factly, his earlier friendliness giving way to a hurried business-like tone.

"Excuse me?" Softie asked, incredulously.

"Do as he says, boy. Now." Shin urged, giving Softie a glaring look that clearly expressed the disapproval which came with embarrassing his daddy in public.

Still, the tiger was confused as to why he was doing so in full view of the marten stranger, shyly undressing and piling his clothes on the table next to him until he was down to his boxers which he left on.

"He said strip. Are we going to have a problem today son?"

"No sir-YIPE!" The tiger's boxers were suddenly gripped from behind him by an unseen pair of hands which pulled them down around his ankles in one smooth motion. Nude, he held his paws over his crotch while turning towards the unseen presence that had disrobed him. Looking back at him at his own height was the head of a rubber horse who met his gaze with a neutral expression. Softie swallowed, venturing a brief look downwards to see a low-hanging horse's cock dangling between the creature's rubber legs freely.

"That's Nors. Whatever you don't do, when told to do it, he does for you. He's very helpful like that, but you might not always enjoy how he goes about doing it, so I recommend being a more careful listener from now on."

Rilt's brief, but effective message got it clearly across. This was going to be an intense play session, and Softie knew from past experience that he'd better be a good boy, or the punishment would be... well frankly, wonderful, but that was beside the point. Here he was. While he could potentially overpower the horse, he was outnumbered by the addition of his 2-meter dad and knew compliance was best.

"Y-yes sir."

"He sometimes takes a little time to catch on, but my son is always polite. Aren't you, boy?" the gruff voice of the middle-aged wolf tossed the question to him with gentle insistence, which Softie deftly caught.

"I do my best, Dad" the tiger hybrid replied demurely, feeling utterly exposed in both body and mindset, his kinky dreams apparently now clearly known to the two strangers in the room with them. His embarrassment continued as the large equine took his upper-arm and firmly escorted him into the next room, his paws still keeping his privates covered.

The room they entered next caused Softie to swallow hard as a lump of fear began rising up from his belly and into his throat. There before him was more fetish-oriented equipment than he'd ever seen before. Racks lined three of the four walls, and were filled to the brim with everything from the stereotypical ball gags, whips, and paddles, to increasingly more extreme implements made of exotic materials, many of which he couldn't even identify. The centerpiece of the room, however, was the item which gave him the most pause.

Calling it a bondage horse would be woefully inadequate. The bench itself was more like rubber exam table, form-fit to a male torso of Softie's height and built with tube-like slots where normally a board with cuffs for securing a limb would be, each opening like some sort of hatch. A thick metal collar lay open, lined with rubber and waiting at the top for a victim's neck. At the other end were a pair of inverse spherical indentations with a hollow opening above them, obviously designed to cradle a set of male anatomy while the subject was bound face-down. The entire assembly had a series of strong webbing straps equipped with industrial-grade buckles laying loose at either side. The complex bondage assembly sat on a set of tracks which led into the cavernous opening of an enormous machine.

"Hey um... Dad? I'm not really sure that I'm... ready for this kind of thing." Softie plainly stated, as the fur along his brush-like tail stood up on end, making the striped length puff into a long beautiful but alarmed brush. His eyes were darting nervously between the various parts of the equipment, and all of the hoses, nozzles, tanks, and mysterious devices that surrounded the room's central fixture.

The horse continued holding his arm securely, even as the tiger's claws began to extend in fear. Surrounding the machinery on all sides save for the entrance of the room was a "C"-shaped circular bench, plush and modern-looking that allowed a small audience to sit and watch whatever took place there while still leaving plenty of room for standing against it. Shin was already sitting comfortably and completely in the nude, while Nors guided the tiger towards his daddy before letting go of his arm at the same moment that the hydraulics began whining behind him. Softie peered over at the entrance to the room and watched the door close off the bright light from the antechamber like an eclipse, eventually leaving them all in moody semi-darkness. The door then locked itself with a loud metallic "clank" before settling into silence after an ominous hiss.

"Come over here, son. Have a seat," Shin's voice cooed as he was patting his thigh. The big cat was still trying to adjust to the idea of revealing this side of himself to the two observers, eyeing the imposing rubber equine with particular unease as he walked towards the wolf and settled his bare backside down onto the cushions. Blushing hard under his fur, the feline's natural independence was fiercely at odds with the desires he and Shin both knew he secretly harbored. Shifting his weight nervously, he quietly mewed as his the wolf took hold of his wrists and pried his paws free of his groin, letting the whole room see Softie's swollen sheath, the arousal he was feeling now on shameless display as the werewolf's increasing stiffness was beginning to peek out from his own sheath.

"That's better, see?" The older wolf rumbled encouragingly, patronizing the adult tiger as if he were a kitten while lewdly reaching between his legs to molest his privates. "Things are always better when you do as daddy says."

Softie was still more than a little put out that such an overt violation of his dignity was on such a public display, but it wasn't until he looked up at the window above them before he made any significant verbal protest. Suddenly shouting in alarm, he felt the werewolf's powerful grip hold him in place as he involuntarily tried to stand. "D-Dad! There's people watching us up there! They can see us!"

Indeed, there was a room full of various individuals in lab coats all looking down at the unfolding scene from above them. It had become quite clear that this was no longer a private session, and while Softie had grown accustomed to letting his submissive desires come out in their role play, his deeply-rooted feline pride was now in full revolt at the now quite "public" situation, his eyes wide and ears folding back against his head.

A firm grip on his arm and a pull against his hip were tugging backwards calmly, but forcefully, wrangling the struggling tiger back down and right into the warmth of the werewolf's lap. Still upset, Softie's brush-like tail, easily the most distinctive aspect of his mixed tiger and fox heritage, was whipping itself to and fro angrily even as he flushed with embarrassment, his nude backside pressing down into his daddy's lap while his sheath was becoming fuller with every passing second.

He loved the feel of Shin's body controlling his, but it was only truly happening when he was fully transformed into his werewolf state. Right now, Softie's stature made it look somewhat odd with such a large, yet submissive cat sitting on the shorter wolf's lap. However, being pulled into such a humiliating position by a smaller creature played right into the embarrassment that he already felt in that moment.

"Yes, I know there are folks watching son, and they're going to continue to watch. They're going to watch as you do exactly as you're told, no matter what it is. Now, if you promise to be good I'm going to let you have a choice. Would you like to know what's going to happen, or do you want it to be a surprise?" The middle-aged werewolf's greying muzzle almost whispered the last sentence into the tiger's flattened ear, his voice calm but authoritative as his wandering paw was circling Softie's sheath and gripping at his testicles like they were toys, making the tiger's shoulders squirm uncomfortably.

"Shin, listen I-" Softie began, but was unable to finish. The disciplinary response to the tiger's use of the werewolf's proper name was swift. Softie's head leaned back and eyes winced shut as he let out a surprised ROAR in shock, as the werewolf's muzzle clamped down upon his neck and sank its teeth through his fur and down against the flesh beneath. The tiger's palms were wide open and extending their claws as Shin clasped his wrists to keep his prey firmly seated in the humiliating position. Pulling his legs tightly together, Softie's voice gradually began diminishing to a moan, before eventually settling into a trembling whimper, sitting place like a frightened kitten as the vice-like grip of his "daddy's" teeth slowly, teasingly, relieved their pressure.

"What did you just call me, boy?" the voice behind him was demanding, slowly, even alluringly from his prey.

Softie's response came in short bursts of speech between gasps. "I'm sorry Dad... I'm sorry... I'll be... I'll be good, I promise!" Even in his normal state, the wolf's bite was powerful, and Softie didn't need to play up just how much he felt it.

"That's better. See, I might know how much you enjoy this, but you still need to prove yourself to everyone else here. All they know so far is that you're behaving like an un-disciplined brat. Here..." The werewolf reached in between the tiger's clenched thighs and began pulling them apart. "...show yourself to everyone. Show them how much you're enjoying letting them see the big cat do as his little wolf says."

Deep feline mrowls of protest came from Softie's muzzle as he tried to keep his legs together, but the werewolf's insistence won out. Closing his eyes to slits, the tiger's red and yellow foot paws lifted into the air slightly as his legs were forcibly spread open. The creamy yellow color of his sheath and scrotum now on full display, his erection rapidly began growing up from his groin while he was forced to lewdly expose himself to everyone watching. As Shin's lap WAS becoming increasingly "pointy" beneath him, Softie ventured a look around the room, before shutting his eyes tightly as he witnessed everyone staring right at his helpless manhood.

Rilt's tongue began licking the side of his whiskery muzzle in lascivious interest at the sight, the tiger's shame and forced exhibitionism meeting with his hearty approval. "Mmm... my my yes, he most certainly appears to be enjoying himself, the little slut. What do you think, Nors? Will the kitten make a good toy for his daddy?"

The towering rubber creature began stepping towards the pair, the wolf's teeth bared in a grim smile and the tiger's lower lip quivering with his legs still lewdly held in place wide apart. Softie's eyes were darting up and down between the russet-colored horse's elongated face, and the increasingly swollen cock that now hung almost half a meter down in front of him. The chemical smell of silicone was permeating the air, mixing his own heavy musk along with that of the werewolf's beneath him. Lowering one of his hands beneath his cock, Nors hold of his own length behind the un-flared tip, and began raising it to eye-level with the seated tiger. The cannon-like rubber member poised only a few centimeters from his face, Softie was going cross-eyed as he watched the creature stroke and squeeze himself.

"Yes, I believe he will," the guttural voice of the equine replied, the words having an unnatural cadence to them, as if they were being played back from a recording rather than spoken.

"Well kitten, what's your answer? Would you like spoilers, or should we just get started?" Shin asked once more, the tiger boy's body tense as he leaned against his dad's chest in a futile attempt to back away from the horse's member aimed at him.

Softie was overwhelmed, and began rapidly shifting his gaze between the host of observers, the wicked marten, the horse looming over him, and the tip held in his face. He squirmed against his Shin's grip with a whimper as he watched the opening of the horse's member start to glisten, a heavy dollop of shiny pre-cum beading up from the round hole at the tip until it finally broke surface tension, falling with a silent splatter onto Softie's erection. The hot, silicone-based liquid of the rubber creature's sexual fluid was sliding down over his cock ever so slowly and teasingly as the tiger moaned in frustration.

Even if he didn't know what was going to happen to him once he was strapped to that table, Softie knew he wasn't giving into what they had in store for him without a fight. He knew his 'dad' enjoyed disciplining his 'son,' but by the same token he hadn't fully made up his mind on whether or not Shin had signed him up for something way out of his league. The bubbling liquids churning within the clear tanks, the plethora of hoses, and the humming machinery all gave him the distinct impression that whatever was about to happen to him might be permanent. He'd hinted over and over again while cuddled up against Shin's chest how badly he wanted to be his toy forever...but what was all of this?

As he turned towards the werewolf with a worried expression, Softie saw Shin give a knowing nod, one that he'd seen hundreds of times before which wordlessly expressed their trust for one another. He then knew in an instant that Shin had thought this one through, and his wolf had never given him any reason to doubt to-date. Softie nodded gently in response, making up his mind and keeping his safe word to himself for the very last time.

"No, screw this! This is messed up, and I want to go home!"

The grey fur of the wolf's face smiled at his lover for the tiniest instant, before suddenly contorting into a scowl and baring his teeth angrily. "You WHAT?! After all that I've done for you, you just want to GO HOME?!" Tapping into his feigned rage, the werewolf's sinews began to crackle and stretch, his muscles swelling and body growing larger as the lycanthrope began partially transforming. The tiger wailed in convincing fear as his body became smaller and smaller in comparison to the monster that clutched him, his eyes wide in panic.

Nearby, Rilt whispered into his communicator, "Standby defense systems. Just because it's going well now doesn't mean it's going to continue going well.' An acknowledgement from the observation room above chimed in his ear as he continued watching the scene unfold before him.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!" Shin howled as he gripped the striped red fur of Softie's back and hauled him over onto his stomach, straddling the still-growing legs of the old werewolf before gripping his tail and yanking the brushed length high. "I'LL TEACH YOU TO EMBARRASS YOUR FATHER!" he snarled between his elongated fangs while lifting his paw high in the air above his weeping tiger's exposed ass. Their size difference becoming swapped one for the other as Shin's body grew in size and stature to be almost a full meter taller than the now-shrieking tiger.

"N-NO PLEASE! I didn't mean it!" Softie yowled, his claws grabbing at the cushions of the bench in a futile attempt to escape, tearing at the material before suddenly ROARING in pain as his rump was impacted by the monster's paw in a full-force spank that shook his entire frame. "AUGGH!! PLEASE DON'T!" he continued, wailing and kicking his adult legs that now seemed small in the lap of the creature imprisoning him before receiving another SLAP to his ass, then another, and another while Softie struggled, his spanking continuing for several seconds with the sound of each impact echoing loudly around the room despite the fur covering his asscheeks. Each powerful slap causing his asscheeks to jiggle for a fraction of a second, before the paw was brought back down upon them, Shin's free paw gripping both of his arms at once and holding them behind his back to pin him down. Between impacts, Softie was feeling the pointed tip of the werewolf's growing erection start stabbing up against his bellybutton.

---

In the observation room above the commotion, the rabbit technician who'd been overseeing Shin's preparation muttered under his breath, "This is making me really uncomfortable Sia."

His badger co-worker casually leaned forward to look at his crotch. "Why, because your pants are suddenly too tight?"

"Fuck you," he replied, pursing his lips.

"Not until break you lop-eared little slut," she retorted, tapping on her tablet as the rabbit shifted in his seat, thinking about her hips while the sound of slaps and screams shook the glass window in front of them.

---

After nearly a minute of hard impacts against his tenderized backside, the previous indignance of the tiger had given way to a quivering mass of big red cat that meandered between begging for the treatment to stop, and angrily baring his teeth in rebellion. As the spanking stopped, Softie was panting heavily, gritting his fangs tight to turn back towards the werewolf with a glare. "Let me go! This isn't fair!"

"Are you going to behave now?" The werewolf snarled, holding Softie's arms behind his back while he still could. Without the proper season to do so, it was a challenge for Shin to hold his transformed shape, but the skill came in handy when he needed to overpower the usually larger tiger hybrid.

The tiger's striped back gradually started to relax more, his struggling subsiding, acquiescing to the forceful discipline begrudgingly. "Alright.... just let me go... I'll listen and be good, I swear."

Feeling his arms released, he stood back up and winced, stroking his sore bottom and utterly flushed with embarrassment as the eyes upon him all around reminded him of his utter lack of privacy. Naked and spanked like some sort of child, the tiger's shame mixed with frustration at his treatment, his long tail curling up about his middle to cover his backside and groin as best he could while his father began slowly returning to his usual size.

"Good. Now, answer my question from earlier."

Softie was thinking to himself for a few brief moments before replying, eventually looking Shin in the eyes and bracing himself mentally. "Yes sir. I think I'd rather know what's coming."

The werewolf's smile grew ear-to-ear with a gleeful satisfaction that sent a bit of a chill down Softie's spine. "I'm so glad you made that choice. To show you most effectively, however, you'll need to put those on," he said while gesturing towards Rilt, who was holding out a pair of odd-looking goggles in his direction.

"What do they do?" Softie inquired, taking the streamlined, yet bulky set of goggles from the marten and placing them over his eyes. They fit snugly, but comfortably, although their weight was significantly heavier than any glasses or 3D goggles he'd ever worn.

"They're a holographic imaging system, among other things," Rilt chimed, "and they're going to assist you and acclimating to your experience. Just relax, and have a seat. I know you're tired, aren't you?"

"What? No, I'm..." Softie wasn't tired at all, he was flushed with embarrassment and arousal from being on such public display. As Rilt and his dad were speaking to him, however, something odd began happening. Colors in the room were becoming more vivid than they were before, and for some unknown reason his limbs were beginning to feel heavier. In fact, sitting down was probably the best idea, just to take a breather. "...I mean, yeah. I'm kinda tired I guess."

"That's fine son, just have a seat and relax for a minute," Shin calmly stated, guiding the tiger onto the seat next to him and stroking over the deep red fur of his sides and back. He was working his claws through the muscles of Softie's shoulders as he continued, "because we're going to do something very special today. Do you remember when you once asked me if you could be my very special toy forever?"

"Y-yeah. I, was so worried you'd think I was weird. I just thought it would be, you know, great just to be your toy and not have to worry about doing anything else anymore. Well, that and somehow being able to take your knot when you're fully transformed, but we both know that's never going to happen," he sighed, somewhat dejectedly.

Rilt and Nors were quietly arranging some of the equipment out of their view while the pair talked together. Inside the visor Softie had put on, a pre-programmed sequence of barely-visible light and specialized audio frequencies has begun playing immediately. The device was ever so gradually increasing the intensity of the emissions into the tiger's brain so that his conscious self would not notice them and become alarmed, breaking the ever-increasing trance.

"That's right, you just wanted to have a life that was care-free, just you and Dad, so you didn't have to worry about a job, or about having to fend for yourself, or even think for yourself. Just to be fucked whenever it pleased me, no matter when nor how. Isn't that true?"

Softie relaxed a bit more, his bottom was still stinging from the spanking, but the words Shin spoke were gradually becoming the foremost thing on his mind. Faint swirling colorful lights began to tease the periphery of his vision as his head began feeling lighter than usual. He chuckled at the memory, "Yeah, that was a fun idea. Too bad it can't really happen."

The tiger let out a soft moan as the wolf's normal-sized paw once again slid down to his crotch to molest his semi-erect member, his body feeling heavier by the minute.

"Oh, but it is possible Softie. See, I've brought you here to make that dream come true. We're going to put you into this special machine here in the room. It's going to turn you into a real toy, one that won't have to think for itself, or even feed itself. You'll be with me forever, my toy forever, and never need anything else ever again. You're going to be addicted to me."

Rilt turned towards the wolf and made a pantomime of stretching something between his hands. The trancelike state which the visor induced was powerful, but if Shin said things which were too shocking to the tiger, even things he wanted more than anything else, it might break him free of the state he was in. As a result, he was trying to silently communicate that he should slow down his description and allow the ideas to sink into Softie's head gradually.

Unfortunately, this was not what the werewolf interpreted at all.

"Oh yes, son. We're going to turn you into rubber. Your whole body. You will be shiny, squeaky, and stretchy, like a walking and talking sex toy, forever and ever."

Rilt palmed his own face.

"W-what? T-that's impossible... no, I'm... what's happening?" Softie's eyes focused once more, his mind attempting to collect itself from the artificially-induced stupor. Realizing he'd pushed too far, Shin decided that the best course might just be to double-down, rather than risk having to start again.

"Relax Softie, just listen to my voice for a moment. Everything is just fine. You're going to feel wonderful, just like every other time we've spent together. You need this. You need me, and you want me. Isn't that right?"

The tiger's eyes once again began to defocus and drift, his conscious mind taking a back seat as his subconscious desires were returned to control. "Y-yes... I need... you..."

Shin winked at the marten who un-crossed his fingers and gestured towards the exam table, relieved that Softie's subconscious was indeed as powerfully driven as their research had led them to believe. It remained to be seen how much his personality would resist the reprogramming and transformation, but the speed with which he relinquished control was indicative that despite any attempt by his pride to conceal it, the big cat wanted nothing more than to become whatever the werewolf wanted him to be.

"That's right, you need me. You need only to do as I say, and everything will always be fine. Say it with me now." Shin continued stroking the tiger's body, rubbing his favorite spots to reinforce the concept of obedience, allowing pleasure to follow the compliant thoughts that were beginning to take root in his mind.

"I...just need to do as you say...and...everything will be..fine.." The tiger's jaw seemed a bit slack as he slowly repeated the phrase again, the molesting touch of the werewolf on his privates feeling so good, so correct... he loved how it felt so much for his dad to touch him like that.

"Very good, Softie. You're doing so well. It makes me very proud of you. Now, I'd like you to say the words 'please make me a toy.' Can you do that for me?" The wolf nodded to Rilt, who tapped a control nearby, causing the machinery to churn to life.

Inside the tiger's mind, he felt a dizzying whirl of confusion, pleasure, alarm, worry, and arousal that were all competing with one another for his attention. A fog was enshrouding all of it, and deep within him his consciousness was clambering for any kind of foothold on reality. The pleasing colors, pleasure from his privates being stroked, and the reassuring presence of his werewolf dad were all so welcoming that he couldn't quite understand why he was so worried earlier. Yet something wasn't right, even though it was completely escaping him. He should just do as Dad says. That's best for now, isn't it? What were those words again?

"Please...make me...a...toy..."

That's right. It felt good to say it. Something tickled his brain in the happiest way when he did, while simultaneously another part of his mind prickled with concern.

"Would you like to get more comfortable?" He heard Shin ask in a soothing voice.

"Yeah..." the relaxed feline replied. His eyes following the now visible color patterns closely inside the visor that further dulled his sense of reality and buried his consciousness deeper in the forced trance.

"Good. Let me and the nice horse help you into the comfy bench."

The towering feline stood, guided towards the bondage machinery carefully by Shin and Nors, who helped him balance as he stepped into the leg restraints. "That's good, now lean forward. That's it, just like that, nice and slow." As Softie leaned, Nors guided the tiger's semi-erect cock into a sleeve at the bench's base, and ensured his hips were positioned properly in place so as he lowered his torso, his body fit perfectly against the rubbery surface. Softie felt so comfortable against the smooth material that cradled him, the touch of the werewolf's paw over his back soothing and comforting, even as it reached his tail's base and encircled it, then stroked down along his exposed cleft. "Isn't that better?"

"Yeah... thanks Dad..."

"You're very welcome. Just keep focusing on my voice for now. Remember, you're going to feel so good being mine forever. Just keep that in your mind. Not needing to worry about anything anymore. Let your mind wander. No thoughts, no worries, just whatever your wolf wants."

The tiger sighed, barely noticing as his limp arms were fed into the tube-like restraints at either side of him. Form-fitting clamps were slowly closing around his ankles, thighs, wrists and forearms as the strong straps were laid over his back and clicked into place on the opposite side one by one. Bit by bit, the 8 foot tiger was secured until finally, the steel collar closed around his neck and locked into place. His entire body was now utterly immobilized inside a machine that he'd stepped into on his own.

"You're doing so well, Softie. But now, we're going to have to wake you up for a little while."

"But... I don't want to wake up..." the tiger whined, his voice somewhat strained in his prone position, "I want to just stay here."

"I know, and you will get to be like this for ever and ever very soon. Not long now and you won't ever have to think a thought of your own any more." Shin said softly, stroking the tiger's large fuzzy head.

"P-promise?"

"Mhmm. I promise." Shin replied, scratching behind Softie's ears. "Now, wake up," he said abruptly, removing the visor from his pet's face in a smooth motion.

For a full second, he was stunned and disoriented, completely unsure of where he was or even which way was up. It took several seconds for the big cat to realize he couldn't move and that he was locked into the gaping maw of the machine he'd been so worried about. Most alarming of all, he had absolutely no memory of how he'd gotten there, his conscious self having left him the moment he put the visor on. "W-wha? What the fuck?! Dad?! DAD! What the hell is going on?!"

Lights were illuminating all around his vision as the machine began powering up. He began furiously struggling as he felt the smooth rubber bench squeak under his belly, and the smooth interior of something warm and wet holding his cock outside of his view. "Let me outta here!!" He shouted, trying to sound as fierce as he could despite the fact he couldn't move a millimeter within the device.

"Shhhhh... quiet now. You're safe and sound." The familiar voice cooed as Shin's paw resumed stroking his head. "I know it's a little scary at first, but you're going to be so happy once it's finished. Step by step, we're going to make your dream come true, son. And we're finally ready to get started," the werewolf continued to stroke the huge tiger's body, which continued to struggle in futility.

"But, what's that really mean?! What's going to happen to me? I'm oooh!" Softie exclaimed, his voice trailing off into a moan as a slender nozzle was slipped into his tail hole by the machine, and a tingling sensation in his backside began spreading up into him, accompanied by the humming of a pump nearby. The nozzle then slipped gently free of his rump, having left behind a heavy coating of thick, slippery lubricant inside.

"Why would you worry about that, Softie? All you really need to know is that you'll be with me forever," the wolf reminded, his paws migrating down along the tiger's sides until they reached the red fur of his backside, the fingers teasing in between the firm cheeks and prying them gently apart, the defenseless tiger mrowling in weak protest at his moistened anus being exposed to the chill of the cold air of the room.

"But I have a life of my own....nnnnhhhh....I won't be just a mindless piece of property! Oonnnhhhh....." the tiger hybrid's voice strained out from between gritted fangs as a well-lubricated fuzzy digit touched the center of his opening, making him have to struggle for words as his tail hole parted for the wolf's finger, sinking right up his asshole and worming its way around inside him to press at his prostate.

"Oh, you do, do you?" Shin said mockingly, his finger digging deeper into the tiger's anus and swirling its way around to tug the rim open wider and wider. "I don't think that's appropriate anymore. I think it's high time we put you in your place and kept you there. "

While Shin spoke, Softie's vision was suddenly filled with the presence of Nors' midsection standing in front of his muzzle. He held a yellow rubber mask in his hands, sporting a long ribbed hose that connected into the machine. Turning the opening towards the tiger's face, the interior revealed a knotted canine cock shape molded into it. "Don't worry, you're going to love every second of your trip."

"But I MMPHHH!" Softie's words turned to muffled and unintelligible protests as the rubber mask slipped over his face and the dog-shaped rubber nozzle dug past his jaw towards the back of his throat. His immobilized muzzle unable to even turn away as it was fed to him, while a set of straps were fitted around behind his head to keep it firmly in place. His struggles tested the limits of the devices holding him still, the tenacity of his attempts making his anal ring flex and clench around the werewolf's invading finger. His moans and muted attempts to roar continued even as Shin spoke, adding a second finger to the tiger's helpless ass and working the ring open even wider.

"Now Softie, you're going to be undergoing some changes today, and they'll take some getting used to. The good news is, all you have to do is just relax and let it all happen. Soon, you're not going to need those bonds, but for the moment they have to stay in place. There's still far too much of that feline independence alive and well in that noggin of yours, and we can't have it messing up the process, but eventually that problem will be solved. Your pesky little independent thoughts won't bother you, or us, for much longer."

The tiger's eyes were going wide as dinner plates as he heard his dad describe what he could only feel was some sort of twisted joke about brainwashing, when the entire assembly he was strapped to began moving forward and he felt the wolf's fingers slip free of him. The giant machine's front opened up like some kind of clamshell door, the inside of which was equipped with a complex series of spray nozzles, robotic arms, and bright lights. It was making Softie feel like he was being loaded face-first into a prickly-looking MRI machine that was large enough to hold even his enormous body, but only just barely. His size was so big that his fur was almost close enough to touch some of the myriad of nozzles which aimed at his body in every conceivable direction.

His breathing was accelerating, the uncertainty of the situation raising his heart rate as his eyes darted to and fro, attempting to determine which part of the complex interior of the machine was going to start moving first. Ultimately, however, it was something outside his view that grabbed his attention. His eyes gently closed and his face winced around the mask he wore as he felt something pliable but firm press between his butt cheeks. Slowly, but insistently, the object was being inserted into his anus and spreading him open wider and wider, causing the tiger's moan to echo inside the tight confines of the machine. His red, striped ass the only thing visible outside the clamshell door, and was in easy reach of his dad who was working a rubber inflatable plug into the tiger's tail hole bit by bit until his ring reached the widest point, and the rump swallowed the remaining portion in one sickeningly quick pop. From inside, the moans of the tiger continued as the plug shifted around beneath his tail, his anus trying to dislodge the invader which unbeknownst to him sported a hose that matched muzzle's gag. A pump engaged, making Softie's moans intensify as the plug grew in size, stretching his rectum and sealing the plug inside with no hope of pushing it free.

"We'll have him taking horse cock without a second thought in no time, and your full-sized werewolf knot can be accommodated without issue." Rilt mused as he tapped at his tablet. "Would you do me a favor and secure that, Shin?"

The tiger's tail was twitching at its base and tip, the luxurious fur bumping against various parts of the machine and thrashing back and forth. The big cat's mind was racing with sensation, and without any way of moving, the only body part which was still free was that fox-like elongated brush. It's red fur adorned with grey and black stripes, and a broad stripe of orange and yellow blended along its underside, Shin loved watching his son's tail swish while he bred him like a bitch in heat, and had insisted that the company ensure that its rubber replacement be fully prehensile. For now, however, the werewolf gripped the flicking length and fed the tip into an opening above the tiger's rump. Like the tube of a shop-vac, the device sucked the rest of Softie's tail up into itself in a fraction of a second, leaving his leaking but plugged ass the only part of the tiger still visible outside of the machine.

"Perfect, thank you. Let's begin the training."

Softie squealed as his anus began to spasm around the base of the plug. The evil object inside his rump was lengthening itself, changing shape from a simple plug into an elongated dildo that slipped past his inner sphincter, plowing itself deeper and deeper into him as his limbs renewed their struggle.

It's too big! Please stop!! Softie tried to growl in futility around the nozzle-gag between his lips as the toy speared up into him, its inflated base pushing backwards against his anal ring while its tip dug itself in to the full length of Shin's normal wolf erection. With his inner walls soaking with the numbing agent in the lubricant he'd been injected with, the amorphous rubber device was able to inflate and shape itself while inside the tiger's ass without injuring him. Softie's cock was drooling precum into the hidden sleeve inside the bench, his prostate feeling in an instant the level of pressure that he'd normally need to spend quite a while working up to.

Ignoring the wordless pleas coming from the tiger inside the machine, Rilt tapped his control pad, the exposed ass clenching firmly and attempting to push the plug out from beneath his tail. A whine of hydraulics could be heard as a set of two armatures lifted up from below the bench and came together against the base of the plug inside the tiger. Locking in place, the machinery held the dildo firmly at station-keeping, no matter what Softie (or his bowel) tried to do.

From the interior, loud panting and moaning could be heard as he was forced to get used to the heavy stretching under his tail far faster than he ever had before. Shin was standing behind the haunches of his pet to give the red-furred cheeks of his rump a soothing stroke.

"That's a good boy. Deep breaths now, we're just getting started," he teased, as another digital chime sounded nearby, and the pump sprung back to life.

Softie wailed, his asshole feeling as though it was going to split as the canine dildo swelled within him, his poor inner walls stretched thin and feeling like they were reaching their breaking point. He felt every stretch, swell and expansion push his cheeks apart like he was being divided in half, but the chemicals within him had done their work well. The brutal spreading apart of his backside was still not painful, and while he wanted to get out of the contraption tormenting him, he couldn't help but feel his raging erection leak more and more into the sleeve between his legs.

It was a new sensation that caught his attention and suddenly made him double his efforts of begging for an altogether different reason, despite his muzzled lips being unable to form any words whatsoever.

Oh gods... please! Please stop! It's making me... I'm gonna! No! he thought to himself as he squealed wordlessly from within the bright lights of the device. The pressure of the growing cock toy began mashing more than just his prostate. In fact, his ability to keep his bladder in check as it was being squeezed between the bench and the ever-expanding knot was rapidly diminishing.

"We're not really concerned about that Softie," Rilt muttered insensitively, somehow seeming to know the very thoughts within his mind. "We just need to calibrate for your anal limits. You just do whatever comes naturally; we're busy back here."

The tiger's mind was bouncing between the intense sensation coming from the inflation of his loins and the losing battle against needing to piss, whining loudly amid the occasional feline mrowls and roars until he finally couldn't hold anything in any more, and a sudden flowing sensation began rushing through his cock as he winced in shame.

As he was pissing into the cock sleeve of the bench, Softie's hopes of the loss of his own bladder control would get the attention of Shin and the wicked weasel outside the machine and give them cause for him to rest were dashed. The machine greedily sucked away his urine as another hard swell of the dildo inside him pushed a strained roar out of his lungs. The unyielding steel of the device not caring one whit that he was wetting himself during the process, merely resuming the merciless expansion of the tiger's asshole.

Clenching his eyes shut, Softie fully extended his claws within the tube-like bondage grips enclosing his limbs as a reflex, his tail imprisoned in the tube above his ass fully bristled. Terrified the machine might split him open, he bit down on the rubber cock-shaped nozzle, doing whatever he possibly could to either escape or to show that he couldn't stand another millimeter of stretching to whoever or whatever would listen.

Just then, the unbearable pressure released in an instant. Gasping in relief inside the mask, Softie moaned as the dildo inside him suddenly felt like it was tiny, and easy to take. In reality, it was still as big as Shin's normal form erection, but his rump had been so forcefully stretched that what was huge before felt like mercy now. His anus spasmed, flexing around the base of the toy held in place by the hydraulic arms as his lungs pumped for air. The flow from his cock tip ceasing as he closed off his bladder once more.

A casual voice within earshot outside the machine quietly said: "Again."

NO! Softie tried to scream around the gag stuffing his face, before another overwhelmed wail echoed within the machine. The dildo resumed its assault upon his anus, expanding his ass wide enough that his rump cheeks were being visibly spread as the pump mercilessly inflated the toy hidden inside the tiger. Softie could feel the pressure of the pointed canine tip penetrating his inner sphincter to slide into his bowel and prod at his abdomen from inside as his tail hole ached, yielding even further.

The sounds of feline protest continued for about 30 seconds before the dildo deflated once more, allowing him to rest. To Softie, however, each expansion felt like an eternity. He'd never known he could get stretched this way, and couldn't decide if he was in ecstasy or agony as yet another stretching began, causing him to groan once more for several more seconds of rigorous training before being allowed another respite. The toy was now significantly larger than Shin's normal wolf form, but Softie had a long way to go before the machine was finished with him.

"Now that we've found his maximum anal limits, I believe we're ready to resume the neural conditioning process. If he responds well, we might be able to start the physical transformation in parallel. Once he's been rubberized, his backside will be fully malleable in order to accommodate your lycanthropic form, Shin."

More hydraulics began whining as Softie's body was pulled the last few centimeters forward into the confines of the machine. His immobilized body was being brightly lit by the colorful lights of the interior for a few seconds, until the hatch of the machine started closing, the fuzzy red tiger disappearing inside...forever.

As the machine dragged the bondage assembly holding the tiger the last few centimeters, Softie was wailing around the cock-gag lodged in his maw, desperately using every ounce of his strength to dislodge his limbs and escape what he now knew was much more than he'd ever bargained for. His fantasies aside, this was beyond all reason! His muted attempts to roar in fear and anger were sounding sad and pathetic with the nozzled mask enclosing his muzzle. A hissing sound began accompanying his muffled voice, causing him to stop and listen. His eyes dashed around, as his nostrils picked up a strange chemical odor, laced with something familiar. It made him chuff in displeasure as his lungs filled with the foreign gas with each heavy breath, the smell sinking into his nostrils, and permeating his sense of taste.

Just as that moment, a pair of lenses in front of his eyes suddenly illuminated with two beams of laser-light, tracking his pupils' every movement to project a holographic image directly into his brain via his optic nerves. Suddenly his view of the machinery evaporated, and while he still felt his body pinned inside the apparatus, all he could see was a simple room with a comfortable-looking armchair in which sat the werewolf he knew so well.

"Hello Softie," he said, nude, sheath full and heavy with the knot of his erection fully engorged, and fondling his junk right before the tiger's eyes as if he were there. It was then that he realized why the scent so familiar. "You smell me, don't you? Smell your owner's scent in the air? Breathe it in. That's right, nice deep, slow breaths. Hold your dad's musk in your lungs... goooood."

Softie had lost track of how many times he'd buried his huge head into the smaller wolf's crotch and just spent minutes, or sometimes even hours breathing in the smell of that sheath. The tiniest hint of that scent would immediately divert his attention away from whatever he was doing, and cause him to start dreaming of nights when Shin would mount his face and blot out his view of the world with the musky fur of his rump. Softie's panic at the situation was rapidly subsiding as the reassuring image continued speaking to him.

"You're doing so well, kitty cat. I'm very proud of you."

Softie's nostrils were flaring wide as they drank in the weaponized werewolf pheromones that saturated the air inside the machine. He began feeling drunk, his head swimming and muscles relaxing as his fear was gradually edged aside in favor of a delirious state of arousal.

"See, this is better. It's where you belong. At my feet, your head easily able to reach my dick whenever I want it to. No more waiting for you to get down on all fours, or crouch. I can just have your head, or your ass right where I need them anytime. It's wonderful isn't it, Softie?"

A muted mew of inebriated compliance sounded from within the machine, making the enormous tiger sound more like a timid house cat as the hissing of gas continued, the musky chemical condensing on his fur in tiny droplets that began to dribble off of his pelt.

"Yes, I knew you'd agree. I know what you really want, don't I? You want me. Nothing but me. You want to smell me, feel me, and even...taste me."

As the holographic werewolf said those last two words, the hose connected to the mask over his face began trembling with a surge, and Softie suddenly felt something warm begin gushing into his maw from the tip of the cock-shaped nozzle lodged in his throat. Not expecting the sudden flow, he strained against his bonds once more as something thick and salty was pumped onto his tongue and began pooling in his mouth. He recognized it immediately, and whimpered as the wolf in his eyes chuckled. The rubber dog dong in his mouth sprayed the warm gooey semen in several hard spurts before trickling off and leaving his maw filled to the brim. "Eat your supper, kitty."

The degrading term and heavy flavor of the load in his muzzle made Softie grimace, but he had no recourse but to close his eyes and gulp it down, his throat swelling in a firm swallow as he sent the runny meal on its way to his belly. The tiger didn't understand why, but it had tasted better than he remembered cum ever tasting... in fact it seemed outright delicious. "Enjoyed your meal, didn't you?" the voice asked.

"Mmmmnnnhhh..." the tiger lazily responded, his belly gurgling as he felt a strange pang of hunger, as if he'd not eating for almost a whole day.

"From now on, kitty will get his favorite milk for every meal. Sometimes, it'll be in a saucer," the wolf teased, as another heavy gush of cum began to spray into Softie's maw from the nozzle inside the mask, "and sometimes it'll come straight from the source." Shin continued, thick, warm semen filling Softie's muzzle even more full this time, making him swallow twice to empty his cheeks. "But it will always be my cum. You won't eat anything else, ever again."

His mind was reeling, the tiger confused and strangely acquiescent to the idea of subsisting on nothing more than the wolf's cum, his eyes dilating against the laser-like beams that send invisible programming commands into the recesses of his mind, overwriting his other desires and replacing them all with a deep-seated desire for servicing the wolf in his view.

"Of course, you'll need something to wash it all down with. Here you go kitten..."

Suddenly, a watery and bitter fluid forcibly sprayed out from the cock-shaped nozzle, pillowing up his cheeks until Softie had no choice but to swallow. His eyes went wide in an expression of abject humiliation as he suddenly recognized the unmistakable flavor.... his body shivering as he wailed in mixed disgust and arousal between heavy swallows of pure piss. The liquid derived from the werewolf's own collected urine, the big cat mewed like a pathetic kitten in between gulp after gulp that filled his belly.

"That's for you now, kitty. From now on, I won't need a urinal, because you're going to be it. I'm all you're going to need from now on. Everything you'll consume will come from my cock, and you'll want nothing else in the world."

As the flow tapered off, Softie's head swam and body tensed up against his bonds. Was it true? Did he really want nothing else? The digital streams of information beamed into his brain sought out and destroyed each and every independent thought whenever one appeared. His eyes spun with colored light as his mind sank deeper and deeper into oblivion while a tiny part of his conscious self walled itself off deep within his psyche.

"You're doing so well that we're going to pick up the pace a bit, kitty. Time for the best part of all. It's going to feel weird, but wonderful, and all you have to do is let it happen. The first step is a doozy, but I know you'll do great. See you on the other side kittycat!" the holographic recording of his werewolf dad said, before vanishing from sight.

His mind still in a daze, Softie yelped into the mask loudly as his erection (which had been lodged in a sleeve between his legs, embedded in the table) was suddenly gripped behind its barbed tip by a smooth ring that tightened down upon it. His paws flexed inside the metal tubes, gripping into fists as his voice turned to another muted roar of surprise, as the tip of his cock was being penetrated by a slender probe that was tunneling its way up his penis and triggering an immediate desire to urinate. His hips strained against the straps holding his ass down in an attempt to get away from the prehensile invader which slipped right through his entire cock and began wriggling its way up into his bladder. The big cat yelling out in forced relief as he spilled the contents of it through the hollow sound which thickened, stretching his urethra painfully open.

Simultaneously, the plug locked beneath his tail began shaking, before a surge of pressure hit the inside of his anus and began to flood his bowel. His gut was swelling and gurgling as the machine mercilessly pumped the thick rubber liquid into his ass. Wailing inside the chamber with his eyes shut tightly closed, the tiger's body and mind did everything they could to adjust to the overwhelming sensations assaulting his nether regions, but only for a tiny moment before his yowling was silenced with a choking gurgle as a thick slurry was pumped into his maw through the cock-gag. His brain was fully overloaded, eyes shooting open in shock and immediately being caught by the data beams which forcibly calmed him, just in time for every one of the dozens of nozzles surrounding his body simultaneously erupted, and a deep ruby red-colored liquid began dousing his fur and dissolving his pelt immediately upon contact.

The tiger's brain was placed into stasis, his conscious self unable to cope with the physical transformation racing through his body. The straps holding him in place automatically released, falling away to allow his swelling belly to lift his back up from the table, the messy liquid nano-latex covering every part of the machine's interior and burying the swelling form of the tiger, pumped full of the gushing rubber at both ends as his bladder emptied. The machine detecting the pressure loss, the flexible sound inside his urethra branched off into three separate tubes that each sought out their own route inside his body. The flow then reversed, and the same transforming liquid rubber began to pump into his bladder as well as the orbs that hung beneath his crotch, the tiger's nuts inflating under the deluge of red rubber that soon completely obscured him from view.

The shiny goop pooled into the metal tubes holding his limbs, filling them completely. Loud slurping, squeaking, and spraying sounds were all that could be heard either inside or outside the chamber, while the live video feed was watched with great interest by those in the room and adjoining observation area.

Shin began to look concerned as his tiger's entire body disappeared under a mountain of red liquid rubber, the mass only having a general tiger-like shape as the goopy mixture spilled out everywhere, piling up and being drained by auxiliary pumps in the floor. Rilt noticed the werewolf's concern in the corner of his eye and clapped a paw on his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry Shin, he's fine. We've done this hundreds of times now."

The werewolf nodded, watching the video feed intently as the spray nozzles trickled to a stop. The morass of bright red liquid latex seemed to gyrate and move of its own accord, like the slurry itself were alive as it massaged and kneaded the unseen creature beneath it. Inside the chamber, The tiger's mind was adrift in a sea of bliss without having any idea who "Softie" was, or what was happening. All his new rubber neurons knew was wave after wave of orgasms that were washing over them as his body contorted, smoothened, re-shaped, and adjusted. As the nano-elastomers were re-arranging the molecules in his body to their new form inside the machine, he knew only joy and purpose.

"Almost ready." Rilt turned to the observation room above and raised his paw. The rabbit returned the gesture and initiated the final phase. Pistons around the machine began to descend, injecting the final ingredients through the hoses leading into the mass of latex, while the spray nozzles switched to a clear solution which began dissolving the remaining slurry away from Softie's new body. As the amorphous shape melted away, the shining skin of a brand-new rubber creature became exposed to the bright lights of the machine. Shin nearly howled with delight, even before the sequence was completed.

Hissing and whirring, the machinery completed its process of cleaning away all the remnants of the transformative fluids from Softie's body, most of which was still covered by the robotic arms moving around him to spray away every bit from each nook and cranny. The hose under his tail was jostling and gurgling as it pulled away the remaining liquid rubber, the tiger's shiny new belly gradually deflating.

Rilt was monitoring a series of data readouts showing the transformation process and Softie's current mental state, nodding in satisfaction and tapping a control.

"Good, now for the final stage of his training," the weasel said emotionlessly, fully-focused on the task at hand. A fluid-filled piston outside the machine began injecting hydraulic fluid through the hose leading to the rubber tiger's ass, and as a low, quiet and pleasing moan was heard, the canine dildo inside him started to swell beyond any normal creature's physical limits. The video feed showed plainly as Softie's hips, ass and belly began rapidly widening as the toy ballooned up inside him, spreading his new rubber insides apart to make way for any size of creature imaginable to plow his hole without any problem. In his dizzy and semi-conscious state, Softie was only slightly aware of the tremendous pressure which turned his anus into a wide, pliable tunnel which gave more and more easily with the hydraulic stretching.

The process continued for several minutes, the room quiet save for the whine of the hydraulic pump and the occasional whine, mew, and moan of the tiger hidden in the machine as his anus stretched, relaxed, and stretched again over and over. Each time, his tail hole gaped even wider around the toy's base, the unseen knot inside flattening his prostate with each inflation, the machine sucking away incredible amounts of pre-cum from the cat's leaky rubber member.

The vigorous training finally came to a conclusion, the dildo deflating to the size of a german shepherd. The armatures on his ass then pulling back on butt plug until it slurped it free of the wet silicone anus that shined brightly in the light, flexing in and out before vanishing between the bright red shiny butt cheeks.

"Anal training complete," Rilt said with a cheerful smile while looking over at an expectant Shin. "Let's open it up and get him out!"

An electronic alarm sounded, flashing yellow lights indicating to keep clear of the machine as the clamshell door opened, and the hydraulics of the bench began pulling the new creature out of the machine. It was gradually coming to, a quiet purr-like mmrroww heard as its body emerged fully from the chamber and was set upon by several of the workers previously in the observation chamber. The mask was removed, straps cleared, collar opened, and leg restraints removed. In one smooth mechanical motion, the specialized apparatus he'd been strapped to for the entire process folded itself down into the floor beneath him, to reveal the company's newest piece of handiwork.

Softie was gone. In his place, staring straight ahead and wearing a mind-lock headset over his ears and eyes, stood an enormous and absolutely beautiful feral rubber tiger. He was standing like a statue, so still that he appeared to not be real at first, until the pumping of his rubber lungs made his midsection rise and fall. His body was pure silicone rubber, polished to a luster that had a mirror shine to it and of a deep red color that matched the predominant color of his fur before he was transformed. He sported the stripes of a tiger, black and fading into grey, but their arrangement was unnatural and precisely spaced, giving their texture a machine-like look. His face was nearly indistinguishable from what it was before his transformation, with the exception of being made of the same smooth rubber, and his long hair all dissolved away. His belly faded to a warm yellow color, and peering under him, one could see his generous sheath and cock fully-intact with the functioning fox knot and tiger-like barbs rounded into rubbery nubs along his length. A black arrow symbol was on his belly, aiming at his sheath's opening, and his long tail, while still present, was now narrow all the way to its tip, where it's rubber form broadened into a diamond shape that faded into a yellow at its tip as visible nod to his fox heritage.

The tail was laid out alongside him by Nors, who gestured for Shin to come around and inspect him from behind. The haunches of the tiger were now at just the right height for the wolf to be able to mount his big cat whenever he wanted, and on the right hand side of the creature's new rubber rump, a small arrow pointed to his anus with a military-style label that simply said URINAL.

"So, Shin. What do you think? Did we do a good jo-oh I see that you approve. OK then!" The werewolf's erection has hanging out of his sheath by its own weight, knot already beginning to inflate as he ran his paws over the motionless toy that Softie had become, ogling each and every part of him.

"He's marvelous... how deep has his programming set in?" he asked, turning to Rilt who was already more than a little bit proud of himself.

"It's been hard-encoded into his brain during the transformation. By simply putting the neural harness on, you can switch him between brain-lock as he is now, or his feral tiger configuration." Softie's ears twitched slightly, and his tail flicked at its tip as the pair spoke. "You see, he's actually completely aware of everything that's going on right now. He can hear us, and see us, but he's quite delirious and will not respond to stimuli. Here, watch. Nors?"

The equine allowed his 55cm rubber cock to drop out of its sheath and immediately fill with fluid, firming into a rigid shaft of horse meat which he placed right up against the immobile tiger's anus. Without any preparation, stretching, or lubrication, Shin watched in amazement while his kitty remained completely still as the horse stuffed his ass full of each and every bit of his dick, pushing his hips in against the feral tiger's rubber haunches before pulling backwards, and letting the wet member slurrp out and drop free, coated in lubricant from the cat's own body. The tail hole gaped open for a moment before closing back in and vanishing between his striped rump cheeks as if nothing had happened.

"You see, Softie just felt Nors fuck him with every inch of his cock, and while his mind allowed him to feel the excruciating pleasure of being stretched that wide and deep, in mind-lock mode he will simply stand here for you. This mode is particularly useful if you need to relieve yourself into him. He's going to need regular feeding of your cum for his energy source, and his body will process your urine into additional fluids and energy for his own functions, as well as producing lubricant for his muzzle and tail."

The marten stepped over to the tiger's head, and tapped the side of his headset. The visor opened, and Softie's eyes blinked, his face contorted, and his body collapsed onto the floor. The cat's voice box was letting out the most pleasured, yet strained chuffs and guttural moans of pleasure as he was writhing on the floor, finally able to feel every aspect of his new body. He looked up at his 'dad' and began to emit a series of complex chuffs, moans, growls and mews, then looked frustrated and confused, making more of the feral sounds and starting to pace around the room on all fours, trying to see himself.

"Here you are Softie, a mirror." Rilt said as he gestured towards the reflector and winked at Shin who came over to him and whispered.

"Wait, he can understand us, but he's not able to speak?" the wolf asked.

"He can if you want him to. His 'standard' mode allows him regular speech so you two can communicate, but his previous personality is still not enabled. He'll speak, but mentally he's purely a sex toy and piss-slave who is addicted to you and entirely dependent upon your use of him as such for his survival. Only if you put him in his un-restricted mode will his old personality reach the surface, but he's still in there, feeling and watching everything that happens to him."

The big cat was standing in front of the mirror, in awe of itself and sprawling onto his side to pose and observe his nearly 200 kilos of rubber majesty. Beneath his tail, his testicles were proudly on display, easily twice their previous size and filled to the brim with artificial semen that had highly lubricating properties. He stood and let out a proud roar of satisfaction in himself, before pacing over towards Shin and brushing alongside his body like a domesticated pet feline would. His long tail curling up around his dad's chest as he circled around him and brushed his head up against the wolf's stroking paw.

"Come along kitty cat," shin said to his pet, walking to the bench and sitting down comfortably. "Head here," he commanded, to which the tiger immediately complied, placing its muzzle into the smaller wolf's crotch. The rubber animal's breath was warm and wet, blasting through his privates and inhaling the canine scent of its master blissfully.

"Oral dock," issued Shin, the command triggering deeply-rooted programming which made the tiger open its maw and take the wolf's semi-erect length all the way into its throat and close down. The warm, wet interior of Softie's muzzle soaking the canine member in lubricating saliva, Softie's mind was nothing but pleasure at servicing his master, and gently swirled his tongue up and down the delicious length as his dad shivered at the expert treatment to his loins.

"So tell me, Rilt," Shin said as he shivered on the seat while being attended to.

The marten was already lounging out, dwarfed by Nors' larger rubber body that he was laying atop of, holding the equine's phallus in one hand while nonchalantly licking its dripping tip clean. "Mm?"

"Tell me more about the experiments you're going to need us for during our stay."

Rilt smiled, letting the horse's cock drop and sway like a fleshy pendulum before responding. "How much time do you have?"