Toy Specialization: Stock Work
Another day in a life of a toy... wait was keitacat a toy? After all that has happened, that line begins to blur, but don't worry. K-2003 will keep the new toy to be busy to let its mind clear up of incoherent thoughts. For that the toy is not ready to deal with customers but to work in the back. In order to know the store well you must start at the ground and work your way up. And where does it start? In the stockroom of course!
This is set in the late early Toys-4-U universe timeline. Right on the cusp of when K-2003 is going to be expanding its operations. And still K-2003 has a bit to learn about making toys, and making better toys than anyone else! But to do that, one needs good material to craft into a toy. Luckily K-2003 found it for its current needs.
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Toy Specialization: Stock Work
By the end of the eight hours Keita felt refreshed, tired like he ran a long marathon, had a hard workout, but managed to sleep a solid eight hours. His body aching for more, squeezing the dildo in his butt, suckling the toy in his mouth, ready to attack the day. The black and cyan finally returns, “Maker,” the thought enters his mind, unsure if it is the voice from his collar or his own, he’s not sure, but that didn’t matter, what matters is he will be able to do something again.
“Perhaps this one can earn to cum? I’d love to cum,” he thinks.
K-2003 approaching the hard mold putting its fingers on the plastic, “This one hopes you rested well, toy to be. You have a lot of work to do today,” it pats the mold before walking over the computer console, activating the release sequence. The flow of rubber into Keita’s body slows then stops, before air hisses, flowing back into the mold, but most of his body still remains stuck to the inside of the mold.
K-2003 types into the computer console, the mold pieces detach from each other the front of the mold lifting up with a soft schlunk, air rushing in to fill the spaces between Keita and the mold. The latex suit feels so much tighter against his sensitive skin than yesterday. Still he can feel the line between him and the suit beginning to blur ever so slightly.
Keita’s cock twitches and throbs, feeling harder than it ever has before. Blinking several times, he looks down, vision clearing to see his aching member, sleek smooth rubber chest, the black and cyan movement catching his attention seeing K-2003 standing before him, “Morning toy to be. Ready to get to work learning the parts of the store?”
Keita sees the toy’s breasts, yet his cock remains firm, a shiver runs down him, knowing behind that sealed vent of K-2003’s is a throbbing pulsating cock ready to pound him at a moment’s notice, “L-learning the store?” he mews softly, before then adding with a soft realization of his forgotten manners, “Good mewning,” he mews.
K-2003 smiles, leaning in to rest one hand on his chest, gently rubbing along it with a squeak while the other slides down his aching length, claws teasing him through the rubber, “What a polite cute toy you are becoming. Good, this one likes politeness. And yes. You have to get to work. A day in the existence of a toy is never truly dull, and it is very important for you to learn the functions of the store,” it says. K-2003’s claws coil around Keita’s aching cock, giving a little tug, like gently pulling on a leash, “Come out now toy to be.”
Keita mews softly, feeling his Maker’s controlling tug, its hands making his hips thrust out, breaking the connection between mold and rubber around his butt and tail. He mews out with another moan stepping out muscles sore, yet feeling refreshed, the tug of the mold as it sticks to his rubber suit, which sticks to his skin adding to the pleasure, feeling himself fully stepping out of that sticky mold. The cool air of the room brushing against all of his rubber suit almost as if it was on his bare-naked fur. With a soft mew he shivers, tail flicking behind him eagerly, “This feels so good.”
K-2003 reaches down, caressing Keita’s balls, the claw tips tapping along them, “This one knows. And there are many more days like this ahead of you. You aren’t complete yet; this is just the first full day in becoming a wonderful toy. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”
Keita shivers, feeling K-2003 expertly play with his sensitive cock, his body wanting to cum so bad yet like magic K-2003 knows exactly how to keep him on the edge, but not push him over, “That sounds lovely, K-2003.”
K-2003’s fingers piano play along Keita’s balls, its thumb claw gently teasing his cock tip, “Please call this one Maker, or Toy Mistress when in public around customers.”
“Toy obeys Maker.”
“Good toys obey Maker.”
“Toy is a good toy,” the voice whispers into the back of Keita’s mind.
“This one will Maker,” he mews nodding slowly, eyeing K-2003’s hands caressing his sack.
“That’s a good toy, now come, you have a long day ahead of you,” K-2003 says giving his cock a little tapping tug, guiding him off of the platform.
Keita helplessly mews, unable to stop himself from following K-2003, his mind swimming in the lust and delight from yesterday, which already feel so far away yet as if they just happened. Moving through the hallways they make it to the store floor. Toys move about getting last things ready, in the far distance, the toys assigned for toy greeters take their positions, down a few of the aisles, Keita can see the front doors in the distance, a dozen or so customers lining up to get inside the moment those doors swing open.
They move together across the whole store, other toys moving out of the way, giving K-2003 space as it moves, many of them greeting K-2003 with “Morning Toy Mistress” with a one here and there saying “Morning Maker.”
K-2003 nods to them smiling, “Morning toys, keep up the good work,” it says to them reaching the very opposite end of the store, where it says, “Employees only.” It enters a simple password, opening the door, inside is the store’s warehouse, concrete floors, simple construction design, metal shelves for excess items, space for toys to move about to grab items, which there are a few back here, at least seven that Keita can notice off. Approaching them is the same dark blue and orange toy from yesterday.
“Maker! It’s so good to see you, what brings you back here today?” G-2273 asks the large dark blue and orange sergal toy equal to height to K-2003 stands, the double breasted sergal toy grins happily, tail swaying side to side.
K-2003 reaches out with its free hand and gently caresses the blue sergal’s breasts, giving them a firm squeeze, pinching the nipples, the other toy moaning out in delight while its hands slowly go lower towards the throbbing orange cock, “This one is working on some special material. It needs to know everything that works in the back as it is becoming a well-crafted toy. This one knows you know what that means?” K-2003 asks tilting its head the claw tips tickling the throbbing orange tapered sergal cock.
Keita mews softly feeling its Maker’s cock run across his length, making it twitch and throb, he averts his gaze away from G-2273’s multiple breasts, favoring to look at the cock a little, his head lowered in the process.
G-2273 chuckles with a soft squeak, “Of course Maker. This one does, it has helped you and the other Makers with this vital first step many times. It will make sure they are put to good use back here.”
K-2003 gives both cocks in its hands a firm teasing squeeze, “Toy, this toy here, will be in charge of you. Obey it like you’d obey this one, understand?” K-2003 asks playing with Keita’s cock a bit, drawing his attention to its Maker.
Keita mews softly looking over, “That one Maker?” it asks looking over the other sergal toy, the cock to him is nice and lovely but the rest felt unneeded for him but his aching cock kept him from being too focused on that detail.
“Yes toy. You need to know how things work. They’ll show you around and put you to work. Be a good toy and listen to them and do as you are told,” K-2003 says sweetly giving Keita’s cock one last long loving rub.
Keita mews curling his toes, tail swaying a little bit, his mind feeling a bit of confliction, his cock twitching at things he feels are a bit off, but then the voice whispers into his mind.
“Toy obeys Maker.”
“Good toys obey Maker.”
“Toy is a good toy.”
“Toy obeys.”
Keita mews softly, shivering as K-2003’s claw tip leaves his aching cock, body aching for more if its tender caressing touch, “Y-yes Maker. T-this one will do its best to serve,” it replies looking up to K-2003 letting out a soft purr.
“This one knew you would, just keep up the work, do as you are told. And over the next few days you’ll know the runnings of what happens back here like you own the place,” K-2003 wiggles its rump in delight, “Bye toys,” K-2003 says waving, “This one has other things to do.”
“Bye Maker,” Keita and G-2273 say un near unison.
Keita’s ears twitch looking over to the big sergal toy, tail sway slowing when he sees the breasts, “Did that toy say Maker? Wait did I say Maker? Have I always been--” Keita’s thoughts are cut off by the orange cock pressing against his belly.
“Now toy, question: do you know what this place is? It needs to know what material it is working with.”
Keita looks up to G-2273, “It's a warehouse, where excess stock and things are put. This one can see a receiving bay doors over there to take in new inventory.”
G-2273 sighs in relief, “That’s good. This one was worried that you had no experience in the matter. This one is the lead warehouse toy. It along with a few other toys here keep track of all the workings back here, with many new toys in molding and toys that are here on rotation. We keep track of what we have on hand back here, so we know what we are getting low on. Customers have to drive a long way to get here, having what they want in stock is a top priority and needed for great customer service, do you understand?”
Keita listens, feeling the cock twitch against him, making him tense in delight which is dulled slightly by the breasts in his field of vision, “Yes, this one does understand that.”
“In order to keep on hand quantities, correct, you must know where everything is and keep it perfectly organized. There is also an elevator that leads to the third floor where we keep the highest in demand toys for sale in stock. Mostly basic models, with their most in demand personality base. But today you will be working on this floor, getting to know it, putting away stock items. We have a truck coming in about an hour and a half, so we are getting ready for that. You will assist these two toys in making with cleaning up the warehouse and making sure everything is in order,” G-2273 explains motioning Keita to follow.
Keita nods, looking around the place, his feet feeling the cool concrete floor, his body squeaks softly as he moves, the sounds of other toys moving about fill the room with the sounds of squeaks, the smell of latex, leather, lubricant is heavy in the air, “Yes Toy.”
“Call this one Toy Mistress as a sign of dominance, it's good to show levels between toys, especially, toys in molding like yourself,” it explains.
Keita lets out a soft mew, feeling weird when he says, “Yes Toy Mistress.”
G-2273 pets his head, “Good toy,” guiding them to one part of the warehouse where two toys are working side by side to check the stock of the various dildos they have in the back, “Toys this unit here will help you with your work. It's their first day so help it out.”
The two toys moan out softly, turning around looking at G-2273 as they reply, “Yes Toy Mistress,” a slight stutter escaping their lips, their body’s quivering in lustful desire and need, reminding Keita of his own aching aroused state.
The first toy is a pink and white bellied renamon with light blue highlights on the ying-yang symbols, gloves, paw pads and eyes. The toy’s cuffs with pink outline and white belt have fancy pink lettering of “Fuck toy” with a golden blank tag under its collar. Keita looks at this toy curiously, panting, twitching in need. Their cock a light blue member with a pair of balls underneath moves and twitches as if it's mostly fake, like a dildo, their chest has a pair of breasts that look like they are being squeezed down, pushed down towards a more feminine male chest. With a pair of pink nipples on the white chest to complete the look.
The other, a multiple tailed white furred red highlight fox, appears to be the opposite of the renamon, with their slendering form, a clear bulge is seen throbbing twitching underneath the rubber, a female sex visible where the slight bulge of his balls are. A pair of breasts that move with a bit of a faux feel to them, the red nipples on the white breasts do little for Keita as the tails bounce behind this toy mostly lifelessly except for one.
Keita looks at them with a soft mew, “Hello. I... this one is here to learn.”
“C-come, this one will help. It is a good toy. It wants to help. Toy serves by helping,” the Renamon toy says, voice clearly feminine but sounds a bit off, as if it is in the process of becoming deeper.
“Y-yes, toy will help too. It knows what to do. It’s been here for a day longer,” the kitsune toy says, voice masculine has a softer tone to it.
“Toy is eager to serve.”
“Toy is eager to help.”
“Good toys are helpful toys.”
“Toy wants to learn to be a good toy.”
“Toy serves,” the voices whisper into the back of Keita’s head. He shakes his head for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, “Yes, I… toy will help. This one will help, how can this one help?” it asks looking toward the renamon toy.
“We have to count all these dildos before stock comes and make sure each one is in the right place, according to size, species, and material,” the rena-toy explains.
“Good, this one sees you three are working well together already, if you need this one it will come, but you have your orders for now,” G-toy says walking off the three toys turning to it.
“Yes, Toy Mistress,” the three say together, before going back to work.
The Kitsune toy says, “If you start over here, it will help us not accidentally double count. At each drawer there should be the most recent count, and what’s in there,” it explains.
Keita stays near the renamon toy nodding, “Yes, this one thinks it can do that.”
Rena-toy squeaks, “It’s over there,” it points Keita following the hand to the other side of the other toy.
Keita looks and nods, “Right, right, this one will help. Toy will be a good toy,” he says, feeling the words caress his mind, moving to the other side, starting to look over how the dildos are stored, beginning to check the inventory of them.
Pulling out one of the draws at the bottom a set of massive Thor horse cocks, with knots, the sight of which makes Keita mew in delight.
“We are to count not use,” the Kitsune warns.
Keita nods, “Yes, yes this song knows, it has it,” it quickly says looking over the dildos, running its fingers through them, the thought of riding it enters its mind, while it counts them.
“One.”
“Toy is a good toy it serves,” the voice whispering into his mind, like the other half a hypnosis session as the hypnotist counts up to bring him deeper.
“Two.”
“Toy obeys.”
“Three.”
“Toy is a toy.”
“Four.”
“Toy is an object.”
“Five.”
“Toy is a fuck toy.”
“Sex...six, six,” Keita corrects himself.
“Fuck toys are eager to do better to serve better.”
“Six in this one,” Keita mews softly.
The Kitsune toy nods, “check if they are all the right type, and match the count there, if not pull the wrong one out and put it in the right drawer, if you counted that drawer already update the number immediately, if not, wait till you count it to update any discrepancies.”
Keita purrs and nods, “Toy has it. Toy has it. I think I can handle something as simple as this easily enough,” he says shivering, going to the next drawer after seeing all the dildos were correct. This set were the knot versions of the same toy he just counted, the sight of which makes his ass clench.
“One.”
“There is no me.”
“Two.”
“There is no I.”
“Three.”
“There is no myself.”
“Four.”
“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”
“There is only this one, it, itself, toy,” Keita says with a soft mew, ears twitching as he hears the Kitsune say.
“Toy is a toy. Toy serves. This one is a good toy. It wants to be a good toy,” while it happily counts the dildos.
“Six,” Keita says, finishing the last dildo in the box, making sure they are all right.
“Toy serves in more ways than just sex.”
Keita moves to the next box, this one a set of large feral raptor cocks, which are equal to size and girth of the horse cocks but with their own unique saurian charm to them. Keita mews softly shivering, counting.
“One.”
“Toy needs to be a good toy.”
“Two.”
“Toy wants to be a good toy.”
“Three.”
“Toy works to be a good toy.”
“Four.”
“Good toys get rewarded.”
“Five.”
“Good toys make Maker happy.”
“Six.”
“Toy wants to make Maker happy.”
“Seven.”
“Toy wants to make owners happy.”
“Eight.”
“Toy is owned by Toys-4-U.”
“Toy is owned by Toys-4-U.”
“Toys-4-U is owned by K-2003.”
“Ten. Boy there are a lot of raptor cocks in here…” he mews, resuming his count.
“K-2003 is your Maker.”
“K-2003 is my Maker.”
“K-2003 is your owner.”
“K-2003 is toy’s own… wait this one lost count of what I was at… Damn it, now I have to start all over again. Focus toy, you can do this,” Keita says, his cock twitching, body aching in arousal, wanting to fuck, needing to fuck, yet feeling so good when those words slip past his lips, “Toy. This one. It. Itself.”
“One,” he begrudgingly starts from the beginning.
“Toy is a good toy…”
Keita continues to work, hearing the other two toys occasionally mutter the words, “Toy is a good toy,” or something along those lines, working diligently he draws himself into the monotonous task. Counting away, listening to himself think of being a good wonderful toy, occasionally getting lost in himself when suddenly G-2273 comes up to them.
“Our first truck of the day is coming. This one will need all three of you to get up and help unload it,” it commands.
“Yes Toy Mistress,” the three toys reply, finishing up their last count and task before heading back to the loading dock where the metal door is already raised, a massive six wheeler truck already backing in, another toy helping guide the human truck driver into the slot.
“Perfect!” says the toy.
“You all need any help unloading?” the human asks, moving to the back of the truck to unlock it.
G-2273 shakes his head, “No, we have it. Just sit back and relax and we’ll take care of it all.”
“I will need to watch, just so you know. For… uh insurance reasons,” he replies.
The dark blue sergal toy grins, “Not a problem. This your first time here? This one doesn’t recognize you.”
“Second, it was several months back. The other guy got a cold and couldn’t make it, so here I am.”
“This one hopes they are alright.”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” he replies, lifting the truck door revealing the entire trailer is packed full of boxes, totes, and a few pallets of items, thousands of pieces of item for them to unload from the truck.
G-2273 guides Keita and the other two toys toward the rollers ready to help take the stuff in, another toy in charge scans the packages as they are unloaded. The constant droning beep, the sound of metal rollers, provide a unique background nose for the toys.
Keita stays near the renamon toy helping it out, moving packages with it, to the select locations, following its lead as it knows how the truck taking in system is done. All the while with the rush, rush, rush of its work, unable to stop, unable to do anything but to do as he is told, not thinking of anything but what he has to do next, everything in the here, the now, the mindless monotonous work that drives people mad… Keita hears in the back of his mind.
“Toy is a good toy.”
“Toy is an object.”
“Toy is a thing.”
“Toy serves.”
“Toy loves to fuck.”
“Toy is a fuck toy.”
“Fuck toys want to obey.”
“Fuck toys need to obey.”
“Fuck toys are objects.”
“Fuck toys are things.”
“Toy is a thing.”
“Toy is an object.”
“Toy is doing what it is told.”
“Toy is a good toy.”
“Good toys obey.”
Keita at the moment gets lost in his work. Hours pass by, without break, without pause, without time to chat much to the other toys, the warehouse receiving time is a massive undertaking, which eventually ends with the truck driver, taking his now empty trailer, filled with excess totes left to the side from a previous delivery.
Keita pants softly, cock twitching, aching, staying near the rena-toy, hearing them slowly say to themselves as they work, their squeaky bodies moving, adding to the delightful white noise of the constant work and with it, occasionally Keita finds himself talking with them.
“Toy is a good toy.”
“Toy loves to obey.”
“Toy serves.”
“Toy is an object.”
Occasionally Keita shakes his head the mantra slipping from his lips ending for the time benign, his cock twitching, aching, throbbing wanting nothing more to fuck something, but then he thinks.
“Toy has to be a good toy.”
“Toy needs to obey.”
“Toy has to work.”
His thoughts pushed along by the mimicking hypnotic voice in his head, grabbing items moving them across the warehouse, any time he needs help he asks the rena-toy to assist him. Eventually those two toys find themselves putting away excess stock that was brought in by other toys that are allowed on the store floor. They browse through the items together, looking where to put them, “T-this one… is curious,” Keita mews.
The rena-toy’s self appreciation of being a toy muttering stops, it looks to him, “Yes?”
“Y-you’re a toy too?” Keita asks with a soft purr.
The rena-toy nods, “Yes. Toy’s Maker is helping this one achieve what it is, molding its material into perfection. It is delightful… but…” the toy trails off.
Keita ears twitch, “But what?”
“Is it true that K-2003 is your Maker?” it asks after a moment of silence.
Keita feels a shiver to the question, the thought running through his mind, it was true, wasn’t it? He has a Maker. Maker is K-2003. Though the breasts, but that cock? She is so lovely in… but SHE… is his Maker. Toy’s Maker. Lost in thoughts for a moment.
“Toy?” the rena-toy asks, drawing Keita back to reality.
“Oh, sorry. Yes. This one is being molded by K-2003. Is there something wrong?”
The rena-toy shakes its head, “No. This one thinks you are rather lucky. It’s Maker was made by it. It’s the lead toy for making toys. This one is not thinking that its Maker is worse, but it thinks you are lucky to have that one as your Maker.”
“Thanks. This one didn’t do anything. It simply is, so you’re a male design toy?” it inquires.
It nods, “Yes, this one is being molded into a proper male renamon toy. This unit has always had an affinity for cocks and wanting to be male. This feels right,” it explains.
Keita smiles and nods with a soft purr, “Yes, this one thinks it knows what you are talking about. Does it feel right? Nice?” his tails ways behind him the voices caressing his mind.
“Toy is a good toy.”
“Toy is a good toy.”
“Toy obeys.”
“Toy obeys,” he mutters as the other toy gets into step, the two having not stopped what they were doing but are now more focused back onto the task, speeding it up. Eventually the kitsune toy coming in to help with some of the tasks, but as the hours progress and the second truck comes they are given work all over again, this time taking phallic metal containers containing a toy up to the back to the elevator where they are taken to the charge stands on the third floor where hundreds of toys sit and wait, ready to be taken, customized and sold to waiting customers.
The tasks themselves were long, exhausting, seemingly never ending, the other two toys returning back with their separate Makers leaving Keita to work relatively alone in the back, continuing tasks that he has been assigned to. By the end of nearly eighteen hours of work, he once again feels the weight of exhaustion in his body. Tail hanging a bit lower, muscles tired, feeling his rubbery feet on the cold concrete makes him ache just a little bit, as the desire to have sleep hits him once again, though not as bad as the first day, he finds himself still mostly coherent and on his feet without help.
Keita stands there eagerly, ready to get some rest. It hears the tap of the keypad, the beeps of a correct password being entered, the door swings open revealing K-2003. It’s sleek slender body teasing everyone nearby, Keita thinking “So lovely… lovelier if Maker didn’t have breasts,” it squeaks cock twitching, thinking of Maker’s cock, G-2273 approaches.
“Greetings Maker. This unit has only good results from this unit. It’s performed all its tasks well and has been a wonderful asset for the company. A quick learner too,” it explains.
K-2003 smiles and nods, “Wonderful, excellent to hear that,” it wiggles its rump, hiking it slightly, “Are you ready to get some rest toy to be?” K-2003 asks, turning to Keita.
He lets out a soft mew, cock twitching, “Y-yes Maker. This one is.”
K-2003 reaches down to gently caress his length, “That’s a good toy, come, come, this one will take you back to your mold,” it says tugging Keita along.
Keita moans softly, tail swishing behind him, following Keita back onto the store floor, the lights slightly dimmed, not a customer to be seen while toys work to get the store cleaned up and ready for the next day. K-2003’s claws caress and guide Keita forward.
“Thank you toy for doing such a good job. This one is proud that you are doing so well,” K-2003 explains.
Keita mews softly, “T-thank you Maker. This one is trying to be a good toy. Good toys obey. This one is a good toy. K-2003 is toy’s Maker,” Keita finds himself tugged along, looking through the massive store, going across the entire way to the other end, where it's led through the other set of employee only restricted area.
“Toy knows you are trying. Doing so well on the first day. Accepting yourself. Letting yourself know what a good toy you are. There are so many rough edges to smooth out even with fine quality material as yourself. Keep up the good work,” K-2003 purrs, leading Keita through the series of hallways again back toward the toy molding rooms.
“Thank you, Maker. This unit is trying. It feels good like this. It feels… right?” Keita says shivering at its own words, body twitching, member throbbing when it lays eyes on the platform where its mold is.
K-2003 smiles, fondling Keita’s balls guiding it up the platform, “That is a sign that this one has selected the right material for molding. Though your material is unique, it will be monitoring your progress very closely.”
“Unique Maker?” Keita asks, feeling K-2003 gently push it back into the mold, his tail slipping in, Keita feeling himself relaxing into the back of the mold which fits him perfectly.
K-2003 smiles gently rubbing his rubbery nipples, making him let out a soft moan, “Yes. Toy has been looking for ways to improve some things that were lacking from our toys in specific unique circumstances. This one believes you are the right material to solve that problem. That means this one has high hopes for you. And is putting a lot of trust in you toy to be,” it explains.
“Trust? In this one?” Keita asks softly with a soft mew, watching K-2003 step back moving over to the computer console.
“Yes, good luck,” K-2003 says typing into the computer console, the other half of the mold coming down onto his body, his cock slipping into the compartment, everything pressing down against him, mouth forced open.
“Maker is putting trust in this one? But few people do that. Only Toshi really trusted this one and… and…” he thinks tensing, his mind suddenly caught off guard when K-2003 slips the phallic tube down into his throat, getting him ready to be fed with the rubber once more.
“Maker is putting a lot of time into this one. Trust in this one. Toy should… wait…? Is this one a toy? It was taken in back, put into… everything feels so nice though, so lovely. Feels so… right,” Keita thinks the other tube slipping into his rear, the tubes locking into place as the air is pumped out, his cock feeling a hard tug, pulling up into the mold, his entire body forced to fit the inside of the mold perfectly.
Keita’s vision blurred, sounds deafened, unable to move, suckling the tubes, pumping him with warm rubber, the black and cyan blur moves away, leaving him to stew once more in his own arousal.
“How did toy get this far? Is this what toy wants?” Keita thinks.
The voices reply, “Toy loves to be a toy.”
“Toy loves to serve.”
“Toy loves to fuck.”
“Toy serves its Maker.”
“Toy obeys its Maker.”
Keita slurps the juices unable to even squirm, feeling himself get filled from both ends by the rubber flowing into him. Ass clenching, mouth suckling, balls being tugged in all directions, his cock pulled outward ever so slightly, it feels maddening pleasurable, “Toy could have ran,” it thinks.
“It could have talked to the truckers. Help this one it is not… hmm a toy. A wonderful toy.”
Slurping and suckling, listening to its own thoughts, feeling its mind drift in the bliss yet not falling asleep, simply remaining in his lustful relaxed half-awake state, every inch of his body being pressed, “It never thought it could feel this way. Such bliss. Such pleasure. Such security. Others around it, Maker happy to see it. It was doing simple work, but it was productive today. It pleased the other toys. It was noticed. Not all the toys are good eye candy but there are enough of them… it’s not that bad is it? Is it? Come on Keita toy, think this through. Is this what it wants?”
Keita relaxes further, feeling the voices caress his mind, “Are these toy’s thoughts? Or are they someone elses? Is toy really wanting this? Or does Maker want this for toy?”
“Maker cares for its toys.”
“Toys serve Maker.”
“Good toys get rewarded.”
“Toy wants to be a good toy.”
Keita mentally shivers, slurping down the cock, tongue caressing it, the one thing he feels he can move just slightly around the phallic object lodged deep down his throat, “Toy is a good toy. It is doing good; it feels good to be doing good. It feels good to think like this. Talk like this. The rubber, the release from its organic form… pleasant. Is it pleasant? Or does it just feel good, given what happened? It’s so hard to tell. This one needs to relax and think about this. Yes, toy will simply think on this. Think of how it is a good toy. How… it is to be a good… toy,” Keita thinks, relaxing and thinking for the next eight hours, becoming ever clearer in thought, returning to how he was the day before, waiting eagerly for that black and cyan blur to return so it may continue its work as a good toy.
Over the first week, working in the warehouse, it learned a lot about working the stockroom. G-2273 being an excellent teacher, its own motivation running high and growing even higher with each passing day.
Each day his thoughts felt less muddled, clearer, able to work on the back duties with less of an issue, less needing to recount, able to get through the day with less need to even repeat what it is hearing. The voice in its mind sinking deeper into his subconscious. While at the same time still heard in the back of his mind.
“Toy is a good toy isn’t it?”
“Toy loves to be a good toy.”
When it started to work on the store floor stocking items, it was given a set of commands. That it is able to be used by the customers as an assistant. It is not to please or pleasure customers. That if customers inquired you are to tell them, “This one apologizes but this one is still being tested for customer safety. Please come back another time if you wish to desire this toy.” It felt so perfect to say, without a doubt in its mind, but unknown to the toy on the third day of its second week, it is going to be testing itself and Maker on what kind of toy it is, and the material it is being made from…