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Toy Specialization: Customer Service Training

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“Toy is going to do so good today. Another day to work on the store floor. It gets to be a greeter today doesn’t it? But first it needs to clean the windows. This one wonders if the renamon toy will be there as a toy greeter today? That would be lovely the two of us greeting customers.”

A black and cyan blur finally returns to Keita’s vision. The toy aches within itself ready to see its Maker again. To hear its voice, to feel its touch, to picture a smooth slick chest and that throbbing cock that pounds into it over and over again, ready to obey, ready to serve, ready to be a good toy. The flow of rubber stops, cool air rushes back into the mold, its body sticking to the hard plastic once again. No longer feeling the rubber as a second skin but rather as their skin.

“Morning Toy,” K-2003 says looking over Keita as the front of the mold is pulled away, Keita moans softly feeling its cock twitched and pulled. Keita looks at its Maker then down at its hard aching member, the size of which is at least two inches longer than it was before, balls a further twenty percent bigger, his member aching, throbbing, the extra pass of it seemingly to want to make him to burst even more.

“Morning Maker,” Keita mews.

K-2003 smiles leaning in, the toy’s claw tips teasing Keita’s chest, “Did this one’s toy to be rest well?”

Keita moans softly wiggling his butt out of the mold with a soft schlunk, “Yes Maker this one did.”

“Wonderful, let’s see how the rest of you is functioning,” K-2003 says, kneeling down before Keita. K-2003’s claws gently reach around his cock, the sensitive new rubber flesh, the slightly thicker girth, the toy’s claws running along the inside, watching the shifts and twitches of its aching length.

“M-maker,” Keita moans arching his back, closing his eyes to focus on the pleasure it's Maker is giving it. Picturing a sexy femboy sergal teasing his length, their cock out and throbbing, helping make its experience all the more enjoyable.

K-2003 holds the base of the cock, squeezing it with one hand while reaching with the other to gently fondle and squeeze the balls. The toy hears Keita moan, body bucking forward, as the rubber balls squeak within its fingers, running across its palm, “Hmm, your physical reaction, and sensitivity appear to be within respectful parameters, good, good. Let’s see how you are producing,” K-2003 says, wrapping its mouth around Keita’s blue throbbing cock.

Keita shivers, a mew escaping his lips, feeling the warm muzzle wrap around his length. The sergal forked tongue running along the inside of his cock, coiling around the entire length, forced to feel every new sensitive inch of his body, the cock twitching and dribbling pre-cum into the toy’s mouth. K-2003 takes the entire cock into its muzzle, which isn’t long enough to deep throat it. The toy’s angular lips wrap around Keita’s cock base as K-2003 suckles for one second… two… six, before pulling out slowly with a soft pop, leaving its arousing salvia all on his aching rubber length.

K-2003 swishes the pre-cum it got from you between its cheeks, tongue slithering around the juices, K-2003’s claws gently teasing Keita’s cock while it stands up. It swallows the juices, standing to full height, licking its lips, “Hmm your production seems fine, though this one thinks you aren’t to be used yet anyway. We’ll wait till the third week when you are fully up and operational. This one doesn’t want to give customers the wrong impression of your cock before it is done,” K-2003 says giving the cock head a little love pat, “This one wants you to wash the windows before customers come in and then greet them for first four hours, then for six hours on the floor then four more hours greeting with four more hours on the floor, understand toy?” it asks.

Keita slowly steps out of the rest of the mold, feeling its rubbery butt tugged by the hard plastic before peeling away, “Yes Maker. This one understands, it won’t let you down.”

K-2003 still caressing Keita’s cock as it walks off of the platform, “That’s a good toy. It knew it can count on you. If you end up having any trouble you are free to let this one or any other toy on the floor know,” it explains.

Keita nods, “Yes Maker. This unit remembers,” it replies walking through the hallway out onto the store floor, K-2003 releasing its hand from his aching cock, “This one likes to be sure. It has to have an important business meeting. This one knows you know the way.”

Keita nods, “Yes Maker this one does,” parting ways with K-2003, it walking up towards the toy testing rooms while he heads down toward the front of the store in the opposite direction. Keita’s tail sways happily, a soft purr in his throat, the toy squeaking nodding to a few toys that it knows are regulars from the previous few days. Sweeping the floors, others dusting, everything being cleaned and organized for the day. Cleaning supplies are already laid out for the toy, the rena-toy and nine tail fox toy working on the opposite ends of the windows, while Keita has the center.

Keita muses over the renamon toy, over the past week the femboy features of his body became ever more pronounced, the female base being perfect to give that feminine look. The breasts now completely smoothed away into a sleek feminine male chest, their cock twitching, and throbbing in their sheath, their blue cock head peaking out with a bead of pre-cum at the tip, the female sex converted into that delightful cock.

“Morning toy,” it calls to the rena-toy as it passes.

“Morning toy,” it replies with a squeak, wiping down the window, as a group of customers have gathered to enjoy the window view, and to get into the store the moment it opens.

The nine-tail fox is a different matter for Keita. The breasts move and bounce as if they were completely natural, the outline of his former masculinity is completely smoothed away the female sex twitching slightly in need, sex glistening with want and desire.

“Morning toy,” the Kitsune calls out to it with a wave.

“Ah, morning,” Keita quickly responds, grabbing the cleaning supplies to get to work, washing the windows with a soft squeak. A few customers pull out their phones to take pictures. The two anthropomorphic rhinoceros guards keep watch on the small but eager crowd of people.

Once the windows are clean it's only ten minutes before the store opens, leaving the three toys with little precious time to get ready. They put away the cleaning supplies and grab a Toys-4-U brand of scented toy polish.

The nine-tail fox says while they gather in front of the store, “Did you make sure to get the orange and strawberry scent? It’s the new scent that they are advertising this month.”

Keita nods, “Yeah, this one got it. It knows how to get polish,” it remarks, moving back in front of the store, the toys standing a yard away from the doors, pouring some of the polish onto white microfiber cloths.

“Let's make this a bit of a show for the customers. This one thinks they will like that,” suggests the renamon toy.’

“A show? Maker said this one is not ready to be used yet,” Keita replies.

“This one knows what you are talking about, that is an excellent idea,” the nine tails replies.

Keita shoots them a little look, before the renamon toy grabs his attention as it explains, “We’ll polish each other. This one thinks we can do it in just in time, before the store opens,” winking to Keita whose cock twitches in delight.

“That is a nice idea. This one gets your front if you get this one,” suggests Keita moving over to the renatoy, dampening a polishing cloth.

The renamon toy nods, “Of course, and if you give this one’s balls a soft squeak like this,” it says reaching over to Keita’s cock, using the cloth to polish his rubbery sack, Keita moans in the process, feelin the circular motions, “If you do that to this one, it will unlock its length so it can show it to the customers. It’s not able to do it, itself, but Maker said it could have it out when it's greeting customers today.”

Keita purrs happily, his cock twitching, pre-cum dribblin at the tip, “This one would love that,” his tail swishes, kneeling before the renamon toy, takin the cloth to polish their white rubber balls, making the same circular motions as it was shown. The renamon gives a soft girly femboy moan, the blue cock slips out of its sheath, throbbing, twitching a sizable knot completes the renamon look, the sight of which makes Keita mew in delight, licking its lips.

“Good toys obey.”

Keita shivers, polishing along the renamon’s legs, purring happily, eyeing the cock but not doing anything with it, before standing up, allowing the renamon to get down on its knees to gently polish Keita’s crotch and thighs, the soft fabric feeling good on its smooth rubbery skin, feeling itself starting to shine and smell of the sweet orange-strawberries.

“This one will get your backs, but one of you handsome male looking toys will need to get this one in return,” the nine-tails fox says in return, the toy’s tails swishing and twitching with a soft squeak, each one now with far more life in it than before. Keita feels the soft cooling cloth along its back, it’s cock twitching negatively to the female’s touch.

“Sure, that will work, this one supposes you can get its back,” Keita replies, softly sighing to himself.

The Nine-tails toy nods, “This one will do a good job, then one of you can get this one’s back,” it replies with a soft squeak.

“This one will intend to get that one’s back, so would you mind getting it?” Keita asks the Renamon toy, the two toys continuingly rubbing and polishing each other’s fronts, running the cloth against the other’s faces, watching the rubber gain a wonderful scented sheen.

The renamon toy, its cock twitches and throbs, dribbling just a little bit of clear pre-cum, just enough to be a tease to the customers on the other side of the window, “Of course, this one will be pleased to be of assistance.”

Keita mews softly, “Thank you, it will help this unit greatly,” it replies, rubbing along the renamon’s body, polishing its form, Keita himself getting fully polished by the two toys working on him at the same time, “This one will get your back in kind while you do it.”

The renamon toy nods with a squeak, its cock throbbing between its legs, showing off to the customers outside, more pictures and videos taken, while they diligently get themselves perfect and shiny for the day, working quickly to polish and massage their sleek rubbery skin, that is truly their own.

Keita fully polished smelling of orange, strawberries and rubber, puts away the extra clothes, taking the polish bottles and placing them on a corner of each of the greeting pedestals, that has a little sign by it saying, “Today’s toy is polished by…”

By the time he is done, the nine-tails toy is fully polished, the rags are put into a side compartment by the pedestals, the toy’s getting up into position in front of each door. Standing tall, proud, cocks out for the males, chests out for the female type toys. Another toy, a traditional colored rubber vixen toy, the floor toy supervisor, unlocks the automatic sliding glass doors, the customers come rushing through, the three toy’s blissfully shouting.

“Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U world’s only Super Megastore! Do not hesitate to ask this one or any toy you see for assistance,” the new day has begun, customers rushing in, some getting a closer look at the toys that teased them so, a few others rushing to see what the “opening hour sale” is, a sale that is only active for the first hour the store is open.

Steadily the store becomes ever more active, people coming and going despite the seemingly remote location. Looking through the doors, the toy can see the parking lot, and the forest that surrounds it. It can’t help but look out to where he parked his car? Gone.

More customers come in, the toy’s greet, “Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U world’s only Super Megastore! Do not hesitate to ask this one or any toy you see for assistance,” to each customer.

Keita watches as two customers move up the steps, one a feminine male fox, rainbow colored hair, a slight bulge in his pants, eager yet nervous to come in. He paces back and forth at the base of the steps, the toy eyeing him.

The other, an anthropomorphic female shark. Strong, with a nice bust, her thick moon crescent fin tail flicks, walking into the store she grins, looking at Keita who is right ahead of her.

“Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U world’s only Super Megastore! Do not hesitate to ask this one or any toy you see for assistance,” calls out the other two toys, their words snapping Keita back to reality, quickly giving the bow greeting.

“Hello, welcome to Toys-4-U Super Megastore,” Keita says quickly to the female shark, who walks up to Keita.

“Toy, what aisle are the gas masks, and do you happen to know if any come with air-tight water resistant qualities? I have a pet I want to take diving,” she states with a toothy grin.

Keita's tail swaying slows, its cock stopping its twitching, its raised platform state puts it at a height level of the female shark, “Uh… let's see, if you head down that aisle there, there should be the gas masks, it is not sure on the attachments? Perhaps a toy there could better assist you,” it says quickly, pointing over to the general location of the gas masks.

She nods, “Thank you,” walking off, Keita quickly turning his gaze back to the femboy fox who watches the dominating shark walk away, sighing a bit in relief as it looks like he’s talking to himself to get himself ready to go in.

Keita watches him, purring happily, thinking, “Please come in. Please come in. Toy is sure you will love it here.”

Another minute passes before the fox steals himself to head up the steps, walking center, straight towards Keita, “Yes, yes, yes, come toward this one, it will show you how welcoming we can be.”

The fox’s fluffy tail swishes behind him, a bunch of rainbow bands put along the tail, with matching earrings that jingle softly. He steps through the sliding doors eyeing the guards on the far end of the entrances, jumping with a yip when Keita happily says along with the other toys.

“Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U world’s only Super Megastore! Do not hesitate to ask this one or any toy you see for assistance,” Keita giving a humble bow, ass lifted, legs spread a little to show off his throbbing blue rubber cock, “We are very happy to have you here,” it adds.

The fox tenses and looks over the toys, eyeing Keita and the renamon especially, his ears folded back at first, but as he looks around his ears perk up, “Thank you. I am just going to browse a bit… but do you uh… happen to know where the… simple toys are? Plugs and stuff?” he asks with a soft blush, tail moving between his legs.

Keita nods, “Oh yes they are in aisle three, they are set in alphabetical order, and with many variations of color, size, and the like. Some have vibrator options which honestly this one can say feel oh so good. Especially when you press it just right into your rear, you’ll just scream with joy! This one knows it has,” it says with a playful wink, “If this one wasn’t set to greet customers it would have been happy to show you around, but it can’t for another two hours,” it replies.

The fox nods, smiling a little, finding the energy of Keita to be a little calming, welcoming, thoughodd, “Thanks, I think I can handle it myself, but thank you. Very nice of you to say though,” he says, his soft feminine male voice, adding to Keita’s twitching arousal.

“Alright, don’t hesitate to ask this one or any toy for assistance,” Keita says, the fox nodding, following Keita’s direction.

Keita takes a moment to eye the fox’s cute butt, before getting back to its job focusing on greeting customers. Over the next few hours, Keita and the other toys continue to welcome customers and wish those leaving “A wonderful day, come back soon to see us”, phrase to leave the customers before their time for the moment as door greeters is up.

From there the toys are off on their own, helping gather stock from the stockroom and filling any missing stock on the shelves. The toy’s work hard to check the current on hand levels of everything, checking if the dildos are in order, and not misplaced due to the customers’ natural perusing. Moving suits into their right position to keep everything exactly the way it should be.

Keita moves to help customers as needed and asked, while the supervisor toys keep an eye on all the toy-to-be materials as they work. They record, and check how each toy is doing, making sure they are handling and accepting themselves as their true selves that their material has always wanted to be. While doing so, the toy supervisors noted something off about Keita, something enough that the toy that opened the store earlier, rushed toward the back of the store down to the toy testing rooms.

The simple colored rubber vixen with the tag C-1010 on its neck enters the key-code into the very last door on the left, opening to K-2003’s personal room. A canopy bed on one side, an office across from it, and farther down a kitchen and small dining room with a simple table and set of chairs.

K-2003 hearing the toy enter through the door calls out from the office, “Hello? C-1010? What is it?” it asks.

C-1010 squeaks softly, ears perking, “How can you tell it's this one?” C-1010 asks, walking up and into K-2003’s simple office. Computer at its desk along with three framed pictures that are facing it.

K-2003 smiles, getting up from its desk, hiking rump with a loud squeak, “This one has known you for such a long time, its sharp ears can hear your squeak from across the store,” it says with a smile, leaning forward, pressing its breasts together with a loud squeak.

C-1010 smiles, its tail swishing behind it, “This one appreciates your attention to detail.”

“This one knows that is what makes the difference. It has been taught well,” K-2003 wiggles its rump, eyes looking towards one of the photographs then back up to C-1010, “Now what can this one do for you?”

“It’s about your new toy you are making, Toy Mistress,” C-1010 says walking up to it.

K-2003 tilts its head, “Something wrong? Something happened to it?”

“Nothing happened to it, but it's been acting off compared to the other toys.”

K-2003’s ears fold back, “Oh?”

C-1010 nods, “They’ve been perfect with all the male toys and customers, but when they are with a female toy, mixed toy, or a customer with female traits, they are very simple, and lacking in the quality that is expected of all of us toys.”

K-2003 gives a concerned look, “Are they being rude?”

“Uh, this one wouldn’t call it that, they are responsive, and answer questions, but they do all they can not to interact with female units and customers unless they have to. It’s been monitoring them for the past three days and noticed the trend. It talked to a few of the other toys and they have the same observations.”

K-2003 nods, “Do you have any times this happened so this one can look it over?”

C-1010, “This one one does Toy Mistress.”

“Wonderful. You’ve only been here for only four days and already you are working so hard.”

“This one is only here for two weeks before it goes back home. Maker wouldn’t have it any other way if it didn’t work hard.”

K-2003 nods, eyes glancing back to the picture then back to C-1010, “This one agrees. Now do you have the time stamps for this one to look at on the security cameras?”

“It has the timestamps and locations for you Toy Mistress.”

“Thank you, C-1010,” it replies, the vixen toy moving over beside K-2003, writing down on a piece of paper the information required, its breasts gently pressing against K-2003’s side.

K-2003 smirks, leaning against the breasts ever so slightly while it brings up the security cameras on its computer. C-1010 finishing, sliding it over to it, “Here you go Toy Mistress. This one will head back and let you know if anything develops.”

“Thank you C-1010. This one will review what you’ve given this one and then it will take any necessary actions to improve the toy. This one needs to take everything in consideration with this new unit. It’s not everyday this one makes a new toy with material like this.”

“Yes, Toy Mistress,” C-1010 replies, heading out of the room, closing the office door before leaving the main room, the door click locking behind it.

K-2003 wiggles its rump in the chair, “Now let’s see what this one has to work with. It is sure it picked good material for this, even though it was last minute. Did this one rush something? Is it going too fast?” it wonders rubbing its chin with a squeak, breasts squeezed together with its arms, looking over the video feed. K-2003 watches intently gently suckling its finger, sliding it in and out of its mouth, while it watches.

“Hmm, this one is noticing the issue, but why is that happening? This one knows the last toy with this toy to be would have opened up the material to sex with any gender. A good toy is open to be used by all. A toy doesn’t have preferences on that,” it mutters rubbing its chin some more.

“This one serves males and females, and all in between just fine, and so do the other toys, but why would this one have this issue with females and those with the female body? It knows it had to before but then that is why this one helped them relax and open themselves up. More options are fun, but… hmm, this one will need to think and look at this a bit more,” it looking at its schedule, “This one might need to cancel its seven to ten O’clock appointments…,” K-2003 says looking over the security feed, shrinking down the window to split the computer screen in two, one the security feed the other the toy’s scheduler, “Now to double check what toy has as appointments for calls and meetings.”

K-2003 looks at the first name, “Oh the governour of the state, hmm, that one is easy enough to reschedule,” it says looking at the next schedule, K-2003’s ears fold back, “Oh dear… She is not going to be happy with this one if it cancels. And this one doesn’t want to cancel…” K-2003 wiggles its rump with a squeak, its hands rubbing together, body squeaking loudly, thinking, “This one will call them now and get it sorted out,” it states grabbing its phone, dialing the person’s number.

Meanwhile Keita continues to help customers, over the next several hours, it does its duty the best it feels itself it can, going to the customers that need help, constantly going over to the male customers, passing up female customers, which get helped if needed by other toys who are in the area.

Eventually Keita and the other toys head back to the greeting stands, where they work diligently to give the proper hello to every customer that comes into the store, the number of customers in the store ebbs and flows throughout the day. There are some customers who it's their first time to such a store, thinking that how far away it is, is a level of privacy, which is sort of true. Other customers its their first time to this store of its kind, while others, the ‘regulars’ come every so often, like a kinky trip to browse, peruse, test and use toys, while picking up some items here and there to take home with them. And many more.

During their second round on the store floor, the sun outside will set, dozens of parking lot lights flicker on, providing a beacon of light in a sea of darkness that surrounds the area. Hidden street lamps illuminate the road coming here, providing another level of safety given how deep in the middle of nowhere they are.

Keita is currently working to organize a bunch of the rubber suits that recently got mixed around by a group of four customers that wanted to check out the designs and types. Several of the suits lay on the ground below the others, the toy eagerly working towards putting them back.

Keita continues to focus, a soft squeak is heard behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he sees black and cyan, his cock twitches, slowly turning to see K-2003 picking up one of the suits, placing it up on the clothing rack.

“Maker?” Keita says with a soft mew.

K-2003 smiles, “Public, Toy Mistress, toy,” K-2003 says, picking up another fallen suit, the toy wiggling its rump, tail hiked to the view of any who may see.

“Sorry Toy Mistress, “ Keita replies with a soft purr, looking at the suit in his hands, checking it over for any damages before, putting it back where it is. He reaches for another suit, hiking his butt up, tail raised as he does so.

K-2003 smirks watching Keita work, “That’s alright. You haven’t had a lot of time with this one in public.”

“Yes Toy Mistress, this is true. Is everything alright?” he asks with a soft purr.

K-2003 finds one suit in the wrong spot, taking it out with a soft squeak, putting it away, “Mostly, but this one wants to talk to you when we are done with this.”

Keita’s ears perk, “Talk to this one?” it asks, tail swishing behind it at a quicker pace, “Something wrong?”

“Why do you think something is wrong?” K-2003 tilts its head to the side.

“Toy Mistress hasn’t come to see this one between its moldings before. If it is something that could wait you’d have told this one at the end of the day.”

“Aren’t you a clever cat.”

“Thank you Toy Mistress…” it replies with a soft purr before looking down to avoid seeing his Maker’s breasts, “So what do you need to talk to this one about?”

“We’ll talk back in this one’s room after we finish here, okay? Best not to leave a mess if one can help it.”

Keita lets out a soft curious chirp, “Okay Toy Mistress,” he replies, feeling his soft smooth rubbery body shiver, he feels something is there, his body aches and wants to play yet he feels nervousness rush through him. His heart races, mind fluttering with ideas, “What did this one do? Was it a bad toy? Toy had to have been a bad toy for Maker to come. But Maker doesn't look angry. But what if Maker is just hiding it?”

The soft voices whisper into Keita’s mind calming him ever so slightly, leveling out the rise in tension in his mind, “Toy wants to be a good toy.”

“Toy will work to be a good toy.”

“No toy is perfect.”

“But toy can be a perfectly good toy.”

“Toy obeys Maker.”

“Toy’s Maker is K-2003.”

Keita takes slow deep breaths, his throat purring, his body a mix of anticipation and worry, the two finishing putting away the rubber suits, before K-2003 reaches down to gently caress Keita’s throbbing length.

“Come toy.”

“Yes Toy Mistress,” Keita replies, his cock twitches in those cyan claws. The way back to K-2003’s office is slow and steady. K-2003 stops by every customer asking if they need any help, helping two that need it while keeping Keita close behind it with its teasing claws.

Making their way down the toy Testing room they go down to the very last door on the left, K-2003 typing in its passcode, unlocking the door, holding it open for Keita, “Come inside, on the bed please.”

Keita feels a shiver, his heart speeding up, pounding faster, his arousal growing, a concoction of feelings surge within him, part of him thinks of his Maker’s cock, that sleek cyan member pounding into his rump, slipping into his mouth. On the other end of the spectrum, he quirks at the idea of slipping his cock into K-2003’s vent, that clitoral hood is something, but a small shudder runs across him at the idea of him licking across that female vent. Despite this, his body remains rock hard, aching to be fucked.

Keita makes his way over to the black rubber bed with cyan rubber pillows. Filming equipment sits in the corner of the room, idle, ready to be set up at a moment’s notice. His body squeaks against the bed sheets as he climbs up, turning around he faces his Maker who approaches with slow sensual swaying ups, K-2003’s clit hood seal is broken, filling the room with its tantalizing arousing scent.

It sits on the bed with a soft squeak. Keita feels the bed shift under the toy’s weight. K-2003’s tail swishes along the back rubber sheets, it leans back slightly showing off its breasts, while K-2003 looks at Keita with concerned eyes, “Toy…” K-2003 says looking over Keita who tenses, ears folding back.

“Yes Maker?”

“This one has been hearing how active you are in servicing customers. A lot of positive feedback, but there is a little problem.”

Keita winces at the word ‘problem’, a soft submissive mew escapes his lips, “Y-yes Maker?”

“They have noted that while you do an excellent job on helping customers, you show a notable preferential treatment toward the male customers when compared to the female ones. And it's not just the customers, it's your fellow toys. You work with the males easily, but you are averse toward the females.”

“Oh… hmmm,” Keita lowers his head, “Ah, this one sees Maker.”

“This confuses this one, as it knows your material is biased towards males, it has never noted any negative feelings towards females through any of its research. Now this one is thinking it made a mistake of some kind. But it doesn’t want to jump to conclusions.”

“A mistake? Maker can’t make mistakes, “Keita replies, squeezing the bed sheets with a soft squeak.

K-2003 smirks, “This one has made plenty. But tell this one, why do you think you aren’t giving female shaped toys and female customers the same equal attention that they deserve?”

“Ah, well,” Keita takes a moment to think about it, his butt tenses, hands run across his own thighs, causing them to squeak, “This one has always felt put off by the female form.”

“Still?” K-2003 asks curiously.

“Y-yes?” Keita responds unsure how to really reply.

“Hmm, but how?”

Keita gives a curious look to his Maker, “What do you mean how?”

“You’re a toy. Not a complete toy, but by this time you should be like any other toy. Eager and ready to please any user that desires you.”

“Maker? This one is gay. Not just a little but a lot. It’s never found females that interesting. It’s never had anything against women, but being so hard and aroused around them feels weird to this one. It’s not sure what to make of it.”

K-2003 nods, slipping more onto the bed, turning to face Keita, hands on the bed, chest forward squeezed by its arms, rump and tail hiked, “But you are a toy. Like this one. Sex is sex. We are objects. Fuck things. Toys. This one services and dominates male, female and all in between just the same.”

“This one can’t see itself servicing a female. It just feels not right to this one.”

K-2003 tilts its head, “How?”

“This one isn’t sure, it's just. Nothing wrong with females, just being so hard around them makes this one just be… off.”

K-2003 listens to Keita, ears raised, considering each word, watching his every action, the movement of his eyes, the lowering of his ears, the aversion of looking at certain parts of itself, “What about this one? What do you think of this one?”

Keita’s ears perk at the suddenly prompt, “This one? To you Maker?”

K-2003 nods, “Yes.”

“You are this one’s Maker. You are so kind, wonderful, strong, powerful, but it feels off. Before it knew you had a cock it was very unsure, and even now… this one pictures you with a flat chest,” he purrs, blushing a bit, lowering his head, “This one can’t believe it said that. This one is sorry Maker but it is true. Though this one doesn’t feel as off servicing you than anyone else with female features, it still feels something.

K-2003 takes a deep breath, sitting up, butt to the ground, “This one sees. A toy should be able to help everyone and not be biased. We are toys, we service all. Being able to bring pleasure and happiness to users, is the most important thing for a toy to do. It is a core purpose of its existence. If a toy can’t do that, what kind of toy is that?”

Keita nods over and over repeating the words, “Yes Maker. This one understands Maker. It is sorry Maker,” finally ending with the words, “That makes this one not a very good toy now does it?”

K-2003 reaches over it’s cyan claws caressing Keita’s chin, gently lifting his head, “That is a toy’s primary purpose. To serve, to please, to help users. To make their day a little bit better. To make them feel as if the weight of the world isn’t so heavy. To let them relieve stress from their hard jobs, the constant problems of their day to day life. A little bit of bliss that is needed to get them through the day, like a good cup of coffee in the morning.”

Keita purrs softly, “Yes Maker. This one understands that.”

K-2003 smiles, “This one knows you do. And though this of which you speak of, is not something this one has ever encountered before… It’s not something this one can’t help.”

Keita tenses looking up into K-2003’s softly glowing cyan eyes. His nostrils flare taking in K-2003’s arousing aroma, making his cock ache even harder, “W-what are you planning Maker?” Keita asks nervously.

“This one has been thinking about this, and it has several options. The first is to work with your material to help you be open to service all customers equally like any toy.”

Keita shivers, tensing more, “Yes Maker this one understands,” its ears folding back.

K-2003 gently pets Keita’s head, “Such a good toy. Eager to try to please this one, but this one mulled it over, it wanted to hear your response. Look over your history again. Check over all of you before it comes to a complete decision, and this one thinks it has it.”

“Yes Maker?” Keita asks with an inquisitive mew.

“And this one thought about it. It picked you for your material, your skills. It thought you had something that other toys lacked in order to provide a better service to our homosexual users, who have loved our products, but felt that they could be better. That something is missing, with our service. And you might have that answer. This one is taking a chance on you toy. So it decided to work with your material’s strengths rather than make you omnisexual like most toys.”

Keita’s heart races as he listens to his Maker’s words, each one flows into his mind, adding to the tension, and when K-2003 gets to the end of it he feels all that tension suddenly releasing, “R-really?”

K-2003 nods, wiggling its butt with a soft squeak, “Yes. This one has had trouble in providing the fullest of services to gay customers. And toy has been concerned that it may not achieve the quality that every customer deserves from Toys-4-U. Though this one doesn’t understand why this may be the case, it knows enough that it should give this a try. It picked you, your material for these qualities. It will make you deficient in ways that this one will find odd, but if it provides the best service possible to those that are in need. This one knows we have other toys to fulfill those other roles,” K-2003 explains.

Keita softly mews, “This one understands Maker. It thanks you for trying so hard with this one to do better and be a good toy.”

K-2003 reaches over to Keita, gently running a rubber claw along his chin, forcing him to look directly into K-2003’s softly glowing eyes, “Good, but this doesn’t excuse your actions around female customers and toys. Just because you are aroused and ready to fuck, this does not mean your interaction with female customers is not necessarily meaning you will be servicing them. But providing a good, positive, and delightful service to customers and your fellow toys is paramount to being a good toy.”

Keita lowers his head and ears, but K-2003 forces him to keep looking into its eyes, K-2003’s warm friendly smile, its firm yet gentle voice soothing, and delightful, “Does this one’s toy-to-be understand?” K-2003 eventually asks after a short uneasy squeaky filled silence.

Keita pants, looking at K-2003, the back of his mind picturing the sleek femboy sergal with a throbbing cock ready to pound into him, glancing at the breasts for a moment then back up at its Maker, “Yes Maker. What would you like this one to do to become a better toy?”

K-2003 reaches around gently petting Keita behind the ear with a soft squeak, “Such a good toy. Eager to do well. Come this one will need to role play with you, in order to practice your skills,” K-2003 says, slipping off the bed with a soft squeak, its tail gently brushing across Keita’s face, teasing him.

Keita shivers feeling the soft rubber run across his face, his eyes look toward the toy’s soft black rubber rump, trying to keep his attention at it in such a way that he doesn’t see his Maker’s rubbery female sex, slipping off the bed to follow, “Where are we going Maker?” it asks with a soft mew.

“You’ll see. This one has a room where we can practice your greeting skills and female toy skills. You do well toy, this one will give you a special treat,” K-2003 says with a playful wink, K-2003 keeping its tail gently brushing against Keita’s chest, occasionally dipping down to gently tap his throbbing cock.

Keita pants softly, curiosity filling his mind as to what Maker has in store for him, walking out of its room back to the toy testing room hallway, it walks up and is about to leave when it stops to the first door on its right, knocking on the door before opening it, “Hello? Oh hello,” K-2003 says keeping its head in the door rump hiked, butt wiggling, “Sorry this one forgot to reserve the room, but this one is needed for this room, this one apologizes for interrupting, could you finish in five minutes? Ah good, this one thanks you, for the inconvenience it, be sure to give the customer a nice ten dollar store gift card,” K-2003 says with a nod popping its head out closing the door.

“Well this one knew it forgot something, guess it was that,” K-2003 says with a soft squeak turning to Keita, “We’ll wait here till they are done.”

“Maker?” Keita mews walking up beside K-2003, the larger sergal toy leaning against the wall, tail running across the floor over to him.

K-2003 looks at Keita, making him shiver in delight, “Yes Toy?”

“Thank you for taking the extra time to help this one. It has heard how busy you are.”

K-2003 smiles, gently petting Keita on the head, “This one is busy, but never too busy to help ensure that we here at Toys-4-U make the finest quality toys.”

Keita purrs softly, leaning into the pets, “Thanks Ma--Toy Mistress,” Keita says correcting himself. Looking out down the hallway to the store floor then back to its Maker, “So what’s happening in there?”

“One of this one’s toys is being tested by a user. Prototype for the renamon models actually. This one had fun making that unit, they were very eager for what it had in store for them,” K-2003 nods.

“Oh?” Keita purrs.

“Yup, much like how this one is learning and enjoying its molding of you. It is trying new things, like it did with that unit.”

Keita nods, “This one understands,” it replies waiting a few moments before saying, “Uh… we just wait here?”

K-2003 nods, “Yup! This was this one’s mistake, but it's nothing big they were almost done. Toy caught them just as the customer was pumping the toy on the register, they had a cute butt,” K-2003 says with a smirk.

“Oh that sounds like fun,” Keita mews wiggling his rump with a soft squeak, raising his tail.

“It does look fun, remember that though when this one gets to training you, you have to earn your fun. You have to be a good toy for this one. Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy is a good toy,” the voice whispers in Keita’s mind, following K-2003's own words, the two voices distinctly different yet just as dominating.

“Toys love to fuck.”

“Toys love to fuck.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“Toy will be a good fuck toy.”

“Toy will be a good fuck toy.”

“Toy obeys its Maker.”

“Toy obeys its Maker.”

“Toy’s Maker is…” K-2003 trails off the door to the room opening.

“Toy’s Maker is K-2003,” whispers the voice in Keita’s mind, Keita mewing, watching as a sleek black, white and green female rubber renamon steps out of the room, its tag says Y-2413 on the tag.

“Sorry Maker, this one didn’t know you needed the room,” Y-2413 says with a squeaky bow. Following behind it is a tall buff, long furred northern sergal with black-grey fur, a soft purplish chest fur, his golden nose ring is reminiscent of a stereotypical bull but with his golden matching hair rings that make up his grey dreadlocks he has a rather intimidating and powerful aura about him.

“You shouldn’t be the one who is sorry,” he remarks.

K-2003 nods, “You are right, and this one hopes the gift card makes up for its mistake,” K-2003 says with bow, hiking its rump but lowers its tail to block its sex from Keita’s point of view.

The sergal sighs, “Its something, thank you,” he replies with a smirk, “It is a good fuck though, apologies for the mess in there.”

K-2003 stands back straight up, “Don’t worry, this one will have one of its toys be cleaning it up right away,” it says with a nod.

The sergal chuckles, “I’d hope so,” he replies walking off giving the rena toy’s butt one more playful squeaky smack, the toy moaning out in delight, heading out onto the store floor.

“Come toy-to-be, you have some cleaning to do as this one will work to train you to not have your body jump to conclusions,” it says opening the door for Keita to step in.

“Yes Toy Mistress,” he replies stepping into the room, the smell of male sex, and rubber toy lingers in the room, set up to be a part of a convenience store. There is a cash register, which is currently covered in lubricant, seed and other sexual fluids on the counter, the chip stand is knocked over.

“Get to cleaning toy, this one wants it to look great, but there will be more to this than just cleaning and disinfecting,” K-2003 says with a smirk.

“Yes Toy Mistress?” Keita asks curiously looking around the little store has two fake aisles, one of which is messed up with a small puddle of rubber toy lubricant and sergal seed on the floor.

“This one will be sending in either itself or female toys to come in, they will represent customers. You will treat them with the best respect you can. Helping them shop. Knowing you must treat them like they were a male. Remember, just because you are ready to fuck anyone at any time doesn’t mean you will. There is no need to let your aversion towards female sex get in the way of being a good toy for a female customer. As a proper and good toy, your duty will be at times helping them find a toy that will fit them best.”

Keita shivers, listening to its Maker, knowing that this is due to it not being a good toy, understanding that there is more to a toy than simple fucking. It’s being of service on top of servicing, “Yes Toy Mistress. This one will do its best.”

“Good toy, it will send toys in at random, so be prepared.”

“Yes Toy Mistress.”

“And toy?” K-2003 says about to close the door.

“Yes Toy Mistress?”

“This one will be watching, in one way or another.”

“Y-yes Toy Mistress, this one understands,” Keita replies with a soft squeaky bow, the door closing. Keita looking around the room, “This one will need to get the cleaning supplies,” it says to itself taking charge of the situation, having done this twice before as part of its closing procedures, cleaning and making sure the toy testing rooms are clean and sterilized between uses at and the end of the night. It grabs the cleaners hidden in a special compartment hidden into the room, so that it doesn’t ruin the setting of the room and quickly gets to work.

About halfway through its cleaning of the countertop the door opens up, with a soft bell jingle noise. C-1010 stepping in, “Hello, this one is here to do a bit of shopping, would you be able to help it?” it asks with a soft squeak giving a submissive bow.

Keita sees the lewd toy, breasts and all, his body twitches, shivering, his tail swishes behind him, wanting not to look at the toy’s assets, while thinking, “Focus toy, focus. Just because you are ready to fuck, doesn’t mean you are going to be fucking this unit. Your arousal doesn’t mean you are ready to take the female toy. Doesn’t mean you are ready to take any female. A good toy means providing a good service, not just servicing. Just treat them like you would a guy you’d want to fuck… which is all of them, but without the fucking.”

Keita takes a deep breath wiping the counter a bit more, “Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U Super megastore… well this one thinks it should be saying that here,” it replies, sliding the cleaning cloth and supplies off to the side.

C-1010 stands tall with a smile, “Yes, this one thinks that will be a fine greeting, now back to character,” it giggles with a soft squeak, “Yes, yes, this one is here to help. What may this one be of service for such a… lovely miss as yourself?” Keita says swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Toy is here to help. Toy needs to be helpful. Good toys are helpful,” he thinks, working on a smile, approaching the female toy, thinking about its tail sway, “How may this one be of service?”

C-1010 smiles, moving closer to him, “Ah well do you know if you happen to have any foods that are gluten and dairy free? This one wants to make a nice meal for a friend but they have special needs and this one could use some help in making sure it doesn’t make something that makes them sick.”

Keita nods, “This one sees. Well let's have a look around. Honestly, this is this one one’s first day in this part of the store. It doesn’t know it too well, this one does apologize for the inconvenience,” it says with a little bow.

“That’s alright, this one appreciates you taking the time and effort to help toy with its errand,” it says with a soft squeak, the toy’s naked body softly squeaking, breasts bouncing with each step.

Keita shows C-1010 through this small store, “Sorry about the mess there, this one is still in the process of cleaning. A lot of things happened before this one came on duty,” it explains, showing around through the faux items of the store, to the refrigerator and freezer section of the store, both of which filled with faux items, with sexual items, the refrigerator and freezer section are the only real things in the fake store.

After several minutes of going up and down the two aisles, and checking and rechecking the store, C-1010 putting on the most, “Hmm, but let's just double check here to be sure, could you read the back of this for this one? It has trouble reading this small text,” they end it with a simple, “Thank you for trying. This one guesses it will have to go elsewhere for the food.”

“This one does apologize for the inconvenience,” Keita replies with a bow.

“Thank you for taking the time to help this one, it really appreciates it,” C-1010 says, waving goodbye, leaving the store.

Keita let out a visible sigh of relief the moment the female toy was out of view, “Okay, that wasn’t bad. This one thinks it did good. But it had to pay attention to everything it was doing. It felt so weird just with how horny it is to be that close to a female, see her naked like that,” Keita shivers a little, “But this one is sure it did a good job. Now back to work,” it says going back to the counter getting only a few seconds of cleaning before the door opens for another female toy to come in, pretending to be a bit of a hurry type customer. Nothing too rude, but lacking on time, and hoping to get the solution fast as possible.

“Have a good day,” Keita says, waving them goodbye, the door closing behind them, before he sighs in relief, “That one was a bit harder,” Keita replies, getting back to work, finishing cleaning the counter, before putting chips back into position, then getting to work cleaning the mess in the aisle.

Keita’s body softly squeaks, working hard to ensure that everything is disinfected, when the door opens with that same jingle. Keita on all fours, hiked butt in the air, tail raised, member throbbing between his legs, says, “Be there in one moment, apologies for the delay,” it says about to stand up when it hears a soft feminine pleasure growl from behind him.

“Oh, my, what a wonderful butt you have, this one could just bound you up and enjoy you as this one’s delicious cock warmer,” a soft dominating voice says.

Keita lifts his head to see a tall shemale dark black rubber, bright orange sergal toy. Black band cuffs and collar with orange siding, on the cuffs the elegant lettering of “Fuck Toy” shines brightly in orange. On its collar is a tag that says T-2353. Outside of the different color schemes it looks much like his Maker, except between this toy’s legs is a pair of black rubbery balls and a throbbing orange cock.

Keita feels the swelling confliction within him again. He feels the dominating aura of the toy even from where he is, his cock twitches upon seeing the cock, but the rest of him grows problematic once the rest of the toy’s mixed gender is fully realized.

“Why so quiet? Cat caught your tongue?” T-2353 says with a soft chuckle, saunting over to him, its cock bouncing slightly with each step.

“Apologies, this one was cleaning up a mess from a previous toy and customer. How may this one be of service?” Keita asks, “You can work it out. Just remain friendly. Just because they are interested in this one, doesn’t mean we will fuck. Toy will provide excellent service, and be a good toy,” he thinks

T-2353 saunters over in closer, its hips swaying side to side, making the cock bounce and sway more, a slight tease to Keita who notices the breasts and feels the conflict grow within him, “Why couldn’t they not have breasts. They’d look so good flat chested.”

The sergal toy grins, it’s eyes give off a soft orange glow, “Yes this one could use some service. See this one is in need of some servicing, and it came to this establishment to find something that could fit this one’s needs?” it explains in a seductive tone, eyes looking over Keita.

“Ah, this one sees, and though this one knows this particular section of the store does lack the items that you may require, perhaps you can tell this one more about what you desire and it could be of assistance in finding what you need?”

T-2353 nods, its hands moving over to gently run across Keita’s rubber cheek, “Well this one thought it saw what could fit its need in a toy like yourself. Your butt was so cute swaying there all hiked up like that. This one could hardly resist it.”

Keita shivers, feeling the other toy’s touch, “Unfortunately this one is not currently able to be serviced.”

“Oh come on, this one thinks you look plenty serviceable to this one,” it says licking its lips.

Keita takes a deep breath, throat purring in nervousness, “This one appreciates the compliment, but it is not serviceable, and we here at Toys-4-U would not be living up to our name if we allowed you access to unfinished product. But this one will be more than happy to find a toy that is better suited to your needs, if you are willing to be patient with this one. It wants to make sure you get the experience that you deserve, and this one thinks you like all our customers deserve the very best,” Keita explains, the sergal toy moving in closer.

“Hmmmm,” it says slowly, looking over Keita with hungry eyes before letting out a soft sigh, “This one supposes that could be alright.”

“It does apologize that it let your hopes up. There are some toys like this one which are not currently available for use, and we are working on new toys that are specialized in providing even better service than ever before. Unfortunately this one is not able to provide that better service. It does apologize. But this one will stay here and work with you, to make sure the toy we do get to you, meets and exceeds the expectations you had with this one.”

T-2353 lets out a soft huff, “Alright. But this one was set on tying you up and having its way with you. Your butt is just so cute.”

“This one appreciates you find this one’s buttox so sexually appealing, it will inform its Maker of the compliment,” Keita says with a bow.

“So, how did it do?” K-2003 asks from across the aisle.

T-2353 eyes light up turning around and giving the other toy a low bow, “Maker! This one is pleased to say they did well, though it did leave this one wanting to have their cute ass for a night.”

K-2003 walks over T-2353 gently petting the toy on head, rising up, T-2353 leans into the touch nuzzling into K-2003’s rubbery fingers, “This one knows, but that unit is on a male only training regiment, but it is pleased to know it did well passing your test.”

“Test? Oh yeah… toy was being honest. It did find their butt cute and it would love to tie them up and have a good time.”

K-2003 chuckles giving T-2353’s butt a hard rubbery smack, “Be good toy, or this one will make you a display for a month again.”

“Maker, why tease this one with what it likes,” it replies with a grin.

“Don’t you have a cute fox toy to check up on?” K-2003 inquires.

T-2343 nods, “Yes Maker. Thank you Maker for letting this one help you work on a new toy of yours.”

“Well you are one of this one’s toy maker assistants. It would be silly for you never to have you assist this one when it needs it. Now, if you don’t mind, this one needs to talk to its toy.”

T-2353 nods, “Yes Maker. Thank you again Maker,” it replies walking out of the room. K-2003 turning all of its attention to Keita who looks up at her with a soft mew.

“This one did well Maker?” Keita asks, tail swishing behind him with a hint of nervousness.

K-2003 reaches over gently petting Keita on the head, the toy’s claws caressing the back of its ears, “It will tell you once you finish cleaning the room. It knows you were interrupted a few times. Once done, then we’ll talk.”

Keita takes a deep breath, “Yes Maker. This one will do its best,” it replies, returning to the area it was cleaning.

K-2003 admires Keita for a moment, answering, “This one knows you are,” it walks around the faux store checking out everything else, making sure things are cleaned, the door locked from accidental intrusion, while Keita finishes cleaning.

“Done Maker,” Keita replies, putting away the cleaning supplies.

“Let this one see,” K-2003 says, looking over Keita’s work, “This one does suppose you are done, yes. So, this one has been talking to the other toys, and listened to a few of T-2353’s whispered commentary of what happened, which helps what it heard. It wants to say it is very pleased with your efforts, and how you handled yourself with a sexually active customer.”

“Thank you Maker. This one was trying its best. It wasn’t easy, it still felt off about it. It is sorry that it does, it is not sure why it does, it just simply does.”

“This one thinks it has to do with your particular material. This is something it has not come across before, and will definitely be something that it will keep in mind in the future,” it says giving its butt a little wiggle, “So many things still to learn after this long. How exciting,” K-2003 says with a big smile.

Kieta mews softly, “Yes Maker.”

Turning its attention to Keita, K-2003 moves in closer, “But this one did promise it would reward you for your hard work to improve. Honestly this one is impressed you took it upon yourself with such gusto and due diligence.”

Keita shivers, feeling his cock twitch, “Well Maker, this one was inspired by your words. You explained things so well to this one about how it will function. It gave it some confidence to improve itself for you and itself.”

K-2003 chuckles, “Awe, this one is so touched by what you just said. For some reason it has a thought about calling a lawyer for some reason…” the toy shrugs, “Anyway, this one needs to reward you for your hard work, doesn’t it?” petting behind Keita’s ears some more, with a soft squeak gently guiding him over to the cash register and countertop, “This one noticed that T-2353 was a bit too much for you, but they are more of a male than this one, yet you seemed content to enjoy this one.”

Keita mews softly, tail wishing, looking down before K-2003’s hand reaches around and gently lifts his head up to look into its eyes, Keita biting his lower lip with a soft mew before replying, “Y-you’re different Maker. Something about you, though, when it sees your breasts it fantasizes a nice smooth male chest, and when we first met it was put off but then when it saw your cock and slipped into it...oh,” Keita mews and moans in delight, “This one can manage with you, perhaps because you are its Maker. You hold a special place within this one’s heart, right next to…” his eyes look away before K-2003 gently pets him on the head.

“Awe that’s a good toy, this one is even more touched… there is that lawyer thought again… how strange. Is it a joke? Yeah toy thinks that is a joke… not a good one,” it mutters a bit before shrugging, “Sorry this one rambles a bit sometimes.”

“It’s alright Maker.”

“This one is thinking that since you loved this one’s cock so much that you get to enjoy it again.”

Keita’s rump clenches at the memory of Maker’s cock, “That sounds great Maker.”

“Kneel toy,” K-2003 commands.

“Y-yes Maker,” he replies falling to his knees putting him head height to K-2003’s sex, the clit hood already out, and coiling in the air, the arousing aroma filling Keita’s nostrils, making him even more lustful.

“This one thought you would like to take it out this time. Don’t worry, this one can tell you how.”

“Take it out?” Keita asks nervously with a soft mew.

“It’s penis,” it says with a rump wiggle.

“Oh…” Keita eyes the female sex with a squirm and bubbling sensation in his gut. He closes his eyes, thinking, “Just picture yourself slipping into a nice rubbery sheath. Yeah, that will work, just a nice twitching sheath,” he opens his eyes, looking at his Maker’s dripping cyan sex, the clit tongue lifted high, giving him free access.

“Don’t worry toy-to-be, it won’t bite,” K-2003 says, spreading its legs more, the sex winks at him. K-2003 gently pets him on the back of the head, “You first slip your fingers in and take a sharp upward angle to push past this one’s rubbery flesh, as its cock is locked in a small alcove on the top,” it explains.

Keita swallows a lump in his throat, “Y-yes Maker,” moving his hand closer, now feeling the warmth of his Maker’s sex against his finger tips.

“Just up and in, it will be very slick,” K-2003 warns.

“Yes Maker,” he replies shivering, about to move his fingers in before he pulls back, “Sorry Maker, but this feels too odd for this one. Like it could do it, but it just doesn’t sit right with this one. It is sorry,” he replies, hearing K-2003 adjust itself.

“Is that so?”

“Yes Maker,” he replies, lowering his head looking at his Maker’s feet, suddenly feeling K-2003’s fingertips along the back of his head with a soft squeak, moving through his hair.

“That’s quite alright toy. This one appreciates you trying. It wanted to know just the depths of how far you’d go for this one, simply because this one is your Maker.”

“But this one disobeyed you Maker. It’s being a bad toy.”

“Toy?” K-2003 says rubber claws caressing his head, moving to his chin, forcing him to lift his head up, “Did this one command you to do it?”

“You asked this one to do it… oh…”

“See, this one thought it out. It only commanded you to kneel. But if this one commanded you to, do you think you’d do it?”

“Why yes Maker. This one believes it would.”

“Then you are still a good toy. And as a good Maker this one knows how to work with the limitations of its toys. But this one did promise to reward you. Does it’s toy-to-be like to enjoy Maker’s cock?”

Keita mews, his butt clenching in excitement, cock twitching, balls feeling heavy, panting softly, “Yes Maker, very much so.”

“Perfect, now give this one just a moment to get it out,” K-2003 says, reaching into its rubbery vent, it’s claw tips tracing around the opening before slipping in. It’s clit hood wraps fingers teasingly while it lets out a soft moan. Warm cyan juices run across K-2003’s hand, its hot vent soaking its digits quickly, while it pushes in deeper, “Almost… just a bit more,” K-2003 mutters, its tongue coiled around the side of it smouth as it fingers around its sex for a moment longer before it pulls its hard throbbing sergaling cock, the entire cyan length totally drenched in hot arousing cyan toy juices, “There we go!” K-2003 says happily, the cock twitching before Keita who focuses like a laser beam.

The member twitches, pre-cum dribbling from the tip just adds to the juices already on it. K-2003’s fingers drip with the fluids glistening on its claw tips, “Would you like some of this?” K-2003 asks, showing off its claws.

Keita mews a little, his throat purring loudly, “If you don’t mind Maker, this one would like that thick throbbing length.”

K-2003 chuckles, lifting its fingers up, its cyan tongue coiling around its black fingers, drawing them into its mouth giving them a quick dutiful suckle, “Very well toy, but what’s the magic word?” it asks moving onto the next finger.

“Please Maker, may this one suck your cock before you take it fully?” he mews, wiggling his butt in delight.

K-2003 takes a moment to suckle its last finger, looking down at Keita who stares at its length like a cat following the end of a line of string. When its member twitches and rises slightly, Keita’s eyes follow.

“Go right ahead toy-to-be.”

“Thank you Maker!” Keita mews in delight taking the warm cyan length right into his mouth. The toy’s arousing juices flowing down his throat, running across his lips, while he thrusts himself down onto the length. Keita’s rough feline tongue coils around the length, feeling each twitch and throb, the unique latex flavor that is unlike any other toy that he has yet to have.

The length runs across the roof of his mouth, pre-cum spurts down into his throat, and with a firm suckle he takes it down his throat, sliding his mouth further down the hard toy cock, till he finds himself kissing the base, K-2003’s cyan sex completly sealed by the cock.

Keita lets out a muffled mew, throat purring, vibrating K-2003’s length, which makes K-2003 let out a soft gentle moan in delight. It’s hands gently caress the back of Keita’s head, “Such a good toy. That throat purr is such a unique feature to the feline toy units, and a favorite to many,” K-2003 says, keeping Keita fully on its length for a moment, the need to breath long gone, but always simulated, except when truly needed.

The excess cyan juices that coated K-2003’s length washed over his lips, the overflow running down his chin and his now slightly bulging throat. K-2003 keeps his head there for another moment, Keita slurping and suckling the entire length in his mouth, taking it like a comfort blanket. All of Keita’s minute stresses fading away, his arousal reaching that same wondrous height of the first day, his body aching to fuck harder now than ever before. A delightful addictive torment.

“That’s enough toy, this one thinks its cock is now very lubed with your mouth juices,” K-2003 chuckles, pulling its hand away, allowing Keita to slowly slide off of its length.

Keita pants, gasping for air the moment the cock slips past his lips, his tongue hanging out to get one last teasing lick before pulling away fully.

“Stand toy-to-be,” K-2003 commands, taking a step back, to give him room.

“Yes Maker,” Keita says, lickin his lips with delight, the flavor of his Maker’s cock as wonderful as he remembered it to be, his own blue member aching, throbbing, dribbling pre-cum. The moment he gets to his feet K-2003 reaches around and grips his ass, lifting him up with ease, it pins him against the counter, spreading his ass cheeks and then moves to fuck him, but stops just at his tender aching hole, Keita left to suddenly feel his Maker‘s cock gently caressing around his wanting hole.

Keita gasps, picturing his Maker’s cock already deep within his body, his legs quiver, toes curl, he looks to K-2003, his cock throbbing over his belly, dribbling pre-cum onto it, “M-maker,” he mews.

K-2003 leans in, its belly rubs against Keita’s butt, causing a long loud squeak, the toy’s hands tightly massage and caress Keita’s ass, spreading the cheeks wider, the cock tip now resting in the hole, the toy’s pushing stopping the moment it felt any resistance, leaving just the tip within Keita’s quivering ass, “Yes toy-to-be?” it asks with a smile, keeping his attention on her face.

“Be gentle please,” he mews, bringing a hand to his mouth and gently bites his pointing finger in preparation for what is to come.

K-2003 says nothing, thrusting its hips upward, its cock pushing into Keita’s tight hole ever so slowly. The throbbing cyan sergal member slips in nice and smoothly, the layer of toy lubricant makes the penetration nice and easy, with the sound of a wet hand running across a rubber balloon.

Keita mews, gasping out before biting onto his finger more, trying to hold back his delight, feeling each and every inch of his Maker’s cock push back into him, feeling even better than he remembered it. Deeper and deeper K-2003 slides into Keita, pinning him against the cash register, “There we go, nice and slow, nice and deep,” K-2003 squeaks giving one last final jerk thrust to hilt itself into Keita’s butt.

Moaning out in aching delight, he can’t help but clench down nice and hard onto K-2003’s twitching member, feeling the length spurt a little bit of the arousing pre-cum into his aching body. His own member twitches hard, leaking like a faucet in need of a plumber, he takes the cock with utter bliss and joy, feeling it slowly pull away, leaving a voice of where it once was, his body already craving it. The wait though is only mere seconds when K-2003 thrusts back into him, at a slightly faster pace.

Keita’s body jerks, toes curling, his eyes locked right on its Makers, so closely locked are they , that he doesn’t see K-2003’s bouncing breasts, allowing him to picture the smooth femboyish toy Maker that his inner mind would love Maker to be, but never dare wish his Maker to be anything but what it is.

“Good toy, moan out for this one, cry out how much you love how this one feels within you. Be honest. Tell this one everything,” K-2003 commands, thrusting harder, faster, giving small moments of respite to allow Keita to respond.

“You feel so good Maker. So big. So throbbing. Twitching. Hitting toys… ohhh,” Keita moans arching his back, letting the moment of extra pleasure subside, his cock never feeling close enough to get to the climax that his body so eagerly desires.

“What was that? This one didn’t quite catch that last one, even with its good ears,” it replies with a sly smirk.

“Maker knows how to hit this one's… sweet spots,” he pants, mewing out needingly, feeling the cock hit his prostate again, grinding the entire length against his sensitive hot button, which makes him squirm out in delight, “Maker…”

“That’s it toy. Good toy’s get rewarded.”

“Good toys get rewarded,” the inner voice whispers into Keita’s mind.

“Good toys get rewarded,” Keita mews.

“Good toys get pleasure,” K-2003 says.

“Good toys get pleasure.”

“Good toys get pleasure.”

K-2003 gives a hard buck into Keita’s body, making him moan out in delight, arching his back, looking away from it, but still not at its obviously female parts, “Good toys get fucked,” it states.

“Good toys get fucked.”

“Good toys get fucked,” Keita mews, feeling K-2003 going faster and faster, his body jerking, cock bouncing against his belly, feeling himself on that edge that he can never cross, while K-2003 was simply doing what a good toy does.

“You are a good toy,” K-2003 states slamming itself hard into Keita’s body.

“Toy is a good toy,” the voice whispers, K-2003’s cock spasming unleashing a hefty sleek load of cyan sergal rubber toy cum into Keita’s body, heavily laced with that powerful aphrodisiac that drives Keita wild with lustful desire.

“Toy is a good toy!” Keita exclaims, milking K-2003’s length for all that it is worth, squeezing nice and hard, feeling the gush of warm tender seed within him, making his body tingle out in delight.

K-2003 gives out several more thrusts, making sure Keita milks every drop of its seed out of it before pulling out nice and slow, letting a few drops drip out of Keita’s body, trickling down his inner thigh, “Good toy, very good toy.”

Keita pants while being put back down onto the ground, K-2003 taking the moment to caress its own cock, using a special technique to push it back into its sex, hidden away from the world once more, “Thank you Maker,” he mews.

“Don’t thank this one yet. You have much to do. You have to clean this room again, and you will be tested on this on the store floor at any time, be it from a customer, a secret customer, or another toy. This one expects you to be your very best.”

Keita mews, “Yes Maker,” he nods, clenching his ass nice and tight, not wanting any more of his Maker’s seed to escape.

“Good toy-to-be, now get to work, this one needs to catch up on some of its work. It’ll be back to take you back to the molding pod once it is time,” K-2003 says gently patting Keita on his head before walking off, leaving Keita with his lustful wanting thoughts, and the room to clean up all over again.

“Bye Maker,” Keita waves, getting back to work, the warm tingling sensation of his Maker’s seed deep within his body, spurring his lustful thoughts to new heights, his aching body, normal to him now, becomes slightly more unbearable though, and when the day is over, and he’s following his Maker back to the pod, its claws gently caressing his length, he felt a warm wash of delight simply wash over him. His body no longer becomes as tired as he used to a week ago, but he still feels drained, in need of rest, ready to slip back into that hard plastic, where he can simply relax and let his mind stew in those lustful thoughts, the whispers of what it means to be a good toy, what a good toy that he will become.

“This one thinks you will be coming out very well at this point,” K-2003 says guiding Keita up the platform, his rubbery feet feeling the cool metal against his rubber soles.

“Thank you maker, this one is trying,” Keita mews, butt clenching, imagining his Maker slipping that length into him one more time, while he turns around slipping back first into the back of the mold. Like slipping back into a familiar comfortable bed after a long hard day of work. Everything about the mold fit him perfectly.

His head rests snuggly within the mold, it feels as if it was made for him, or better put, he was made for it. His eyes watching K-2003’s tail sway side to side, it eagerly moving into position by the console to activate the sequence to start another night of wonderful molding. The top slips over, snuggling pressing against his body, almost everything feels to fit perfectly, with only some vague sensation of space around his cock and balls. “They were getting a little bigger weren’t they?,” Keita thought, trapped back into that blur of a world, only able to see the black and cyan blur of his Maker moving about, the tentacles that will soon be shoved into him.

His body quivers in anticipation, ready to feel the dildos slip into his tight rear, slide down his mouth, tongue suckling it, everything feeling as it should when the warm slick rubber flows back into him, similar but not quite as good as if being flooded by his Maker’s rubbery seed. It is simply delightful, soothing, so relaxing letting his mind slip back into that blissful state.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy serves.”

“Toy obeys.”

“Toy is a good fuck toy.”

“Good toys get to be fucked.”

“Toy serves its Maker.”

“Maker is K-2003.”

“Good toys don’t say I.”

“Good toys don’t say me.”

“Good toys don’t say myself.”

“Good toys say, this one, it, itself, toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“Toy is a fuck toy,” the voice whispers, Keita purring happily, the air being sucked out of the mold once more. All ability to move is literally sucked away, his rubber skin pulled and tugged, his cock pulled forward, but also at the base, he feels a pulling sensation. His member throbs, twitches within the mold, the extra space making him moan in delight as his cock is forced to fit the mold perfectly in a matter of seconds.

K-2003 smiles, giving one last look over the toy-to-be, making sure everything is snug and in place, before heading off. K-2003 is a busy toy after all, there are a lot of things that it has to do, much more…