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High Quality Toy Maintenance: Molds

Hours would pass, one after another, the perfect droning of the toy programing seeping into Ratchet’s mind. On a rare occasion his daze is brought out by suddenly seeing movement. Is it the toy? The one that put him in here? No, the colored blur is not the same. It's some other toy.

Then suddenly out of nowhere, black, white, blue? Ratchet’s heart skipped a beat, “Is it time? Is it time for me to get out of the mold?” he thinks with excitement. The drugs that were pumped through him with the toys still lingering in his system. It will take several more hours till the next day for the effects to begin to fully wear off. Suckle, suckle, suckle, rump squeezing and milking the dildos that are lodged into his mouth, and in his rear, rubber flowing in and out of his body, feeding him all he needs.

The movement ends by the computer console. His eyes are trying to view the blur, the lovely outline. Excitement building within him. His body feels so good so aroused, his cock twitching within the rubber, having become more accustomed to the constant need and throb of it within the null bulge that is perfectly caressed and held by the mold, “What is the toy doing?” he thinks, when there is a click and a soft hiss. Air rushes into the mold, the tension that holds him in place lessens ever so slightly. He feels the cool air run across the suit, cooling his body. He closes his eyes gurgling his moan, the flow of rubber ending, slowly, steadily his body feels the urge to breathe.

The blur approaches, grabbing the tube in front of him, twisting and unlocking the tube in his mouth. The dildo pulls out, his tongue licking across it swallowing a little bit more rubber, his body feels full, no hunger, no pain, energy has returned. He gasps for air, pleased to feel the coolness flow into his lungs, the rubber fading away into his body. A warmth and delight fills him in such a way that it's rather soothing like he’s waking up from a dream yet he knows he hasn’t fallen asleep yet.

Ratchet pants, licking his lips, sucking the air through the hole. The toy moving behind him, sudden twist and change, moving the toy within his rump. Another deep gasping moan, ass clenching down onto nothing, trying to keep the rubber within him, his body already feeling a need to be filled again.

A moment later passes a blur of a toy moves back in front of him, walking over to the control console. Then another click, and the pressure in front of him is released, the pod lifts up and off of him, the rubber faintly sticking to the front of the mold, tugging across his chest, mouth and most importantly his null bulge. He moans softly, squeaking, gasping feeling his crotch toyed with, his member pulled ever so slightly with the mold, a constant throbbing reminder of his current state.

His vision is still blurry but far better than the mold gave. He pants, squeaking, looking to K-2373, now knowing that it is indeed the toy, the Maker toy, he feels an arousal jump within him, kept so high that he isn’t sure how he’s keeping focus, and able to resist this urge to have that wonderful toy cock within him.

“Hello toy-to-be,” the feline cat says with a soft purr, “This one hopes you had a good rest.”

Ratchet shivers, watching the cat toy reach over gently fondle his crotch, giving a soft playful squeaky squeeze. He moans softly, letting out a soft squeak that is drowned out by the sound of rubber grinding against rubber. The cat toy leans over, giving him a soft and tender kiss him on the lips. He tenses more, his back sliding across the back of the mold, becoming loser within the half of the mold.

“Come toy-to-be, you have work to do,” it says, gently caressing and grabbing the toy by the smooth rubber nulge. Its thumb gently runs across the bulge giving a firm grip of it, causing the cock within to twitch, feeling the rubber grind and press along the needy appendage.

Ratchet shudders, waking from the touch, moaning, squeaking verbally and physically, feeling the toy tugging him out of the mold. His tail feels a little stuck to the back of the mold, but only a little bit of effort is required to escape the mold’s hold completely. The sensation of being able to move is rather liberating. Cool air around the rubber covered body, the suit itself feels to be sticking a little bit to his body, moving with his motions, the latex feels so thin that at this moment he thinks he’s not even wearing it. But when he looks down at himself, seeing the sleek black, white and blue rubber clad fennalope body he has. He knows that it's not a dream, how could it be a dream? He feels he hasn’t slept yet, but yet he’s not as tired as he was when he went in the mold.

“How is this possible? Is this part of the job or the thank you? It feels so good. It kept calling me toy-to-be yesterday, didn’t it? Does that mean that it wants me to be…” he mentally shudders hearing the collar whisper into his mind.

“Toy is a toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

“Oh my gosh…” he shudders, mind brought back to K-2373 staring at the toy, looking at the feminish smile, cute and lovely, hearing a squeak coming between his legs, the toy cupping and massaging it through the rubber, reminding him just how lustful he still is, the desire to climax strong, he clenches his hands.

“Relax toy-toy-be. You have a lot of work to do, and special work just for you. Isn’t it wonderful? You get to fulfill your purpose in every way,” the feline toy purrs, pulling him by the bulge off the platform.

“W-wha?” he asks with a soft squeak. Each step felt nice, his body squeaks, feeling the shifting rubber all across his body, clinging tight to his fur, his skin, feeling a little stuck to him but still so clearly separate. The rubber transfers the temperature around him, feeling the cool ground against his paw pads. Each step felt refreshing, physical shivers through him, the sounds of the molds, the smell of the latex, all of it refreshing but that hand on his genitals, squeezing, massaging keeping him focused on the toy before him, eyes locked onto that loving rubber toy smile.

“You have work to do, don’t you? It’s going to take a few more days, you said, to fix all the pods?” K-2373 asks, thumb pressing onto the null bulge, massaging the trapped cock within, making the needy member twitch in desire, further weakening the fennalope, making him focus on it.

“W-well, I-I… yes, a lot of work. I must be behind on it too. After all that fun…” he says biting his lip, thinking on the work that needs to be done but its temporarily derailed when the toy places a finger on his lips.

“Toy-to-be. This one knows you should know by now. The sweet voice of its, singing in the back of your mind, guiding you. There is no me.”

“There is no me,” the collar whispers in the back of Ratchet’s mind, making him shiver.

“There is no I.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Try to work on it. This one does appreciate your understanding on the matter. It won’t punish you for the first few days on it, toy-to-be. But best be mindful? Hmm?” it purrs, its thumb grinding against Ratchet’s bulge, before releasing.

“Y-yeah…” he replies with a soft squeak, rubbing his legs together looking down to see his bulge, heart racing, arousal throbbing within that smooth crotch. Knowing that under this latex he’s completely naked, yet in a way even with the latex on he feels like it is so.

“Good toy-to-be. Why don’t you just think on that as you work. You have a long day and you have to catch up after all that fun you had over the past twenty-four some odd hours.”

“Have to catch up. Got it. Where should I start?” he asks, feeling himself tense, his rear squeezing, feeling a desire to be filled back there. A gentle distraction, yet nothing he feels he can’t overcome, wanting to do what this toy says. Feeling this urge in his gut to please it, unsure why, but knowing it will be a good thing.

“G-2371 shall be able to help you with that,” it says looking over its shoulder the sleek black rubber and orange feline toy with a white heart shaped mark on its chest.

The toy lets out a soft purr, squeaking softly, tail flicking, its black and orange cuffs, showing off so nicely, “Of course Maker. This one will make sure this one will keep the toy-to-be very busy with its duties. Another pod is breaking down and we need to fix it right away!”

K-2373 smiles, “Perfect,” it responds with a soft purr, “Will you be a good toy and do as it says? Can you do that for this one?” it asks, thumb gently rubbing along the bulge.

Ratchet gently shivers, gently grinding against the toy’s hand, “Y-yes!” he squeaks physically and vocally, letting out a meep when the feline puts his glasses back onto his face, returning his clear vision, “Oh… thanks.”

“Welcome,” The feline leans in and gently kisses the toy-to-be, “Wonderful. Be good now. This one has other work to do. This one always has something going on, running this wonderful store. Now do your party to make sure everything runs smoothly.”

“Y-yes, of course, I-I shall do my best.”

The feline simply smiles, “This one is sure by the end of the day you might start speaking appropriately for one of your station and purpose,” it says, gently patting Ratchet on the head.

“O-okay?” he responds with a soft squeak, he flicks his tail, tensing, watching the feline toy walk away. With each step, the toy’s hips sway, and with it, Ratchet feels something strange and odd. A longing? Sadness? Arousal? Awe? A combination of all of the above? But his attention is soon shifted by G-2371, who moved in and gently licks across his rubber clad ear, feeling it twitch within its contained latex.

“Come toy-to-be, you have a lot of work to do. And this one thinks it will takes little bit of time to get used to everything,” it says, gently caressing Ratchet’s back, pushing him toward the the far back and right of the room, “The pumps on this pod are in need of work, there is a break in the sealing mechanisms. Please take a look at it,” it says with a soft purr.

“Of course, I will get right on it,” he says, looking up at the machinations that hang overhead, “I should check up there, most of the pumps are up there, aren’t they?”

“The latex pumps, the air pumps are down below. This one will have you look up there once the mobile scissor platform isn’t in use.”

“What’s it being used for?” he asks, looking at the toy curiously.

“It’s going to be used. We have another but it’s indeed of repair.”

“Oh, let this one fix it.”

“Such an eager toy-to-be, really wanting to get to it, but one thing at a time. Maker wanted you to fix up this pod first,” it says.

“Okay,” he replies walking up to the platform, seeing there is currently no hard plastic mold on it. The slot where to place the mold is empty, noticing the automatic gripping devices and the tubes that are related to the vacuum pumps. It leans down, squeaking, raising its butt and tail, feeling a desire in the back of its mind, something about this position feels… nice, “No must focus,” he thinks, getting a closer look, “Rubber seal looks a little worn, but it will need to look at what’s underneath the hood to know what needs fixing,” he says, reaching for a tool when he discovers there’s nothing.

“Something wrong?” the toy asks, and the moment the words leave its mouth the realization hits it, “Ohhh.”

Ratchet blushes, the rubber hiding the fact, he gently rubs the back of his head with a squeak, body shivering, cock twitching, arousal there, but his mind tries to focus on work, the thing he needs to do, “Focus, I’m a professional,” he says, shuddering hearing the voice speaking the back of its mind.

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

He softly moans, feeling the voice caress the back of his mind, trying to embrace his thoughts, caress and push him toward that wonderful feeling, the sensation of being a toy, only his desire to do a good job to be a good… brings him out of the temporary lull in his train of thought, “Tools. Need tools to work on this.”

The toy gently blushes, “Apologies, this one knew it was forgetting something. Maker isn’t in charge of the maintenance and didn’t think about your maintenance belt. We had it made while you were away but then it forgot to go get it. It shall be right back!” it says, rushing off.

“Okay… thanks, I appreciate it,” he replies, watching the toy run off, enjoying the sweet look of the toy’s ass, his hand about to touch himself when the collar speaks up within his mind breaking the constant toy mantra with something a little extra.

“You want to be a good toy.”

“Good toys obey.”

“Good toys don’t touch themselves.”

Good toys don’t need to cum.”

“Good toys wait till needed.”

“Wait till needed,” he says with a soft paint, squeaking pulling his hand away from the bulge only after gently touching it with his finger tips, not even enough to have his trapped length feel the pressure from it. His legs push harder on the bulge as he pulls them closed than his own hand did. His tail swishes, hands gently rubbing along his thighs, squeaking, “I’m still wearing this suit. And I’m working in it? This is so wonderful yet… why? They keep calling me a toy-to-be. Does that mean…”

There is a whir that draws his attention away. There are three toys moving with the scissor platform toward the platform he was at. Curiously draws him to the toys at work. Two toys are raised by the platform, up to the mold that is held up there.

“Ready for release!” says one of the toys.

“Got it,” says a third toy, typing by the computer console. There is a soft whir as the mold is released, the other two cute femboy toys grab the mold, placing it down onto the platform before lowering it to the ground. The toys then go over to the hard mold backside.

“Ready?” asks one of the toys.

“Ready!” says the pair of toys that look exactly alike with black and pink rubber.

The lead toy types into the computer console the mold is unhooked from the slot, the toys picking up the mold and placing it onto the platform.

“They are taking the molds… but why? Was that the only time that I was going to be put in it? How did I breathe now that I…” Ratchet thinks, his line of thinking ending when he feels a hand gently run across his back, causing him to jump and let out a squeak.

There’s a soft chuckle squeak, “Apologies, this one didn’t mean to startle you,” says A-3377, the sleek black and orange security toy that Ratchet recalls seeing earlier.

“It’s fine. I was just curious about what was going on,” he says with a soft vocal squeak.

“They are taking the molds to get adjusted.”

“Adjusted?” he asks, watching the toys cart the mold out of the room after a few minutes.

“Of course, each mold is used for a single day before it's adjusted.”

“Adjusted for what?” he asks curiously.

“This one thinks you will know that answer very intimately,” it says gently running its hand along Ratchet’s spine with a long drawn-out squeak.

He shudders, shivering, moaning softly, tail swishing bumping into the toy with a bouncy squeak, “O-oh? What do you mean?” he asks, looking at the toy.

“You know what this one means,” it says with a wink.

He swallows a lump in his throat, his body twitching, a tingle running down his spine, part of him knows what this mean, but other part of him, the conscious part doesn’t want to admit it, not yet at least, “Do you happen to know where the other toy went? It was getting my tools so I can get to work.”

“It should be back soon. Come, get back to your spot, and wait like a good toy till you are ready to do your job,” it says, gently pushing him back to his location.

“O-okay,” he says with a soft squeak, feeling the toy gently guide him back. He looks across the molding room, seeing the molds being taken from the mobile platform, taking through a pair of large doors that swing open with ease, “I’m so curious what they are doing with those molds… but I should get to work. Need to work. If I do a good job perhaps, I’ll be rewarded again…” he thinks, his mind wandering on the delight of what doing a good job can bring. Bubbling excitement on it, he stands on the platform.

The toy stands there with him, hands gently caressing his sides, softly squeaking, leaning in close, whispering into Ratchet’s ear, “You are doing fine. Simply relax and focus on what you need to do. Good toys focus on what is their duty.”

He squeaks, his butt clenching, getting a feeling that he might be taken by this toy at any moment. Their sensual touch across his rubber clad body. It feels as if the suit’s not there, naked before this toy. His hands twitch, wanting to reach down to rub that aching throbbing desire, but the moment his hands move toward that bulge, G-2371 returns.

“A-3377, what are you doing with that one?” it asks, the toy holding a sleek shiny black rubber belt with blue pouches and loops to place tools, which thankfully it's all loaded up.

It smiles, “This one was making sure that this toy-to-be didn’t wander off. They got a little curious on the molds as they were being taken for modification.”

“Oh, it was now?” it asks, looking at Ratchet.

“W-was that bad?” he asks, feeling the eyes of the two toys upon him, memories of the double two gang up that he experienced with the other toys the previous day still very fresh in his mind, feeling that it might happen at any moment. His arousal and sexual tension build up, with each step G-toy takes towards him while A-toy presses itself against his back, holding him there, like a sexual hostage.

“No, this one doesn’t think so,” it says, taking the belt, wrapping it around his waist, adjusting the belt, “How does that feel?”

“G-good?” he asks, tail swishing, feeling the two toys so close to him, making him pant, heart racing, hearing the thumping of his heart in his ears, body ready to take these two toys. Feeling the growing desire to take these two toys, ready to serve and service. He shudders, watching G-toy run a finger across the belt, which causes it to bind and gently squeeze around his waist.

“How does that feel toy-to-be?” it asks, running a hand along Ratchet’s chest with a soft squeak.

He pants heavily, his tail swishes, bouncing against the toy behind him. He swallows a lump in his throat, feeling the weight of the belt on his chest, his tools there, pouches with various items that he could use. And a toolbox is nearby filled with even more tools he will need to do his work. The belt gently squeezes his waist, making him feel it, the attached feeling to the suit, yet nothing uncomfortable, “Fine,” he squeaks, feeling his face blush which is hidden by the latex.

“Perfect, now why don’t you get to work. There is a lot to do,” it replies, gently rubbing Ratchet’s bulge, “Got it, toy-to-be?”

“Y-yes!” he squeaks, nodding repeatedly, the toy behind him pulling away, realizing that he was feeling the toy’s length pressing against the small of his back this entire time, making him shiver down his spine, his member twitching within the latex chastity bulge.

“Good! First you will check the pumps here, then the gears on this pod, the six, and ninth pod, following that the pumps on pod twelve. There is also an issue with the mold clamps in pods two, three, and seven. They seem to be sticking a little. Got all that?”

Ratchet eeps softly, nodding, “Y-yes,” he says with a soft squeak, getting to work.

“If you need any help or forget what you are trying to do, just ask this one, it will be nearby, watching,” it says with a lewd and playful wink.

“I will,” he says with a soft squeak, feeling a small rush go through him. He gets to work, taking panels off, revealing the delicate inner workings of the platform, seeing the mechanisms that make some of the magic that he experienced less than an hour earlier. He gets to work, taking a part of the pumps, checking the gears, and parts. It takes him a little longer to do the job than normal. The rubber suit around him though keeps him cool, it's still a little numb compared to what he’s used to. The delicate touches required are muted, adding to the time needed to do the work, making the tedious job all the more tedious, making him listen to the collar that constantly speaks in the back of his mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys.”

“Toy services.”

“Toy loves to fuck.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

The constant droning of the voice, soothing, relaxing, delightful, yet never ending. It at times distracts him, slowing him further. He pushes the thoughts away, smacking himself in the muzzle, “Focus Ratchet. You need to focus. This is kinky and fun, but you have work to do. You must get your job done. Must do a good job. A very good job. I love to do a good job. I want to do a good job…” he says to himself, the collar whispering a slightly modified version in the back of his mind as he speaks it.

“Toy gets the job done.”

“Toy loves to do a good job.”

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy wants to do a good job.”

Constant work. Endless work. Taking apart equipment. Putting it back together. Cleaning some parts, replacing gears with others. Asking G-2371 for aid for replacement equipment as required. Nothing changes outside what the job he’s working on. One job to the next. Soft hum of machinery, air being sucked out from molds in the background. Two molds are active, the toy inside simply staying within the sleek hard molds. Their colors slightly blurred by the hard plastic mold.

Ratchet looks at the molds, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He stares at them for a moment, knowing he knows how it feels, but… “Did that really happen to me? Or did I just dream it?” he thinks, looking at the flow of rubber into the toys. He groans panting, taking the wrench he has in his hand, gently rubbing the bulge between his legs. The cool metal pressing against the latex, transferring the temperature to his member, making his cock twitch, feeling the cool sensation with a second delay.

“Toy-to-be, what are you doing?” asks G-2371, hovering over him.

“Eeek!” he exclaims, fumbling with the wrench that clatters to the ground, with a loud metallic clang. A-3377 from its spot across the way looks in his direction, which he catches as he looks around, panting heavily, feeling his cheeks grow hot.

“Apologies, this one didn’t mean to startle you. You just appeared to be a bit distracted and not working.”

“A-ah… apologies. I was just…” he says trailing off noticing the other toy looking at him, adding to his sense of embarrassment. Slowly he reaches down to grab his dropped wrench.

“Just what?” it asks, with a soft squeak, moving in closer, getting over him, the toy, gently placing its hands on his shoulders, squeezing them, thumbs running across his shoulders.

“I-I… was just simply looking over the current issue and just thinking about that,” he replies nervously.

“Oh? Anything this one should know about?” it asks leaning in close, whispering, “Toy knows Maker is letting you slide on your speech, but it will feel so good to let it slip from your tongue, toy.”

Ratchet moans softly squeaking, “W-well, no, nothing too serious. If it was anything like I suggested the other day I’d definitely let you know,” he replies with a nod, tightly gripping his wrench, his cock twitching.

“Alright, keep up the good work!” it says, gently rubbing Ratchet on the head.

“T-thanks,” he replies with a soft squeak, looking at his work, getting back to it. His tails swishes with soft squeaks, the rubber embracing his body, transferring much of the sensation around him. He occasionally forgets he’s wearing a suit until something is about to slip from his hand, but his unpolished rubber gives him a powerful grip on his tools. One-hour blends into the next. Any time his mind may wander to try to please himself, the toy watching over him inquires what he’s doing, getting him back to work. Letting his mind focus on the task while the collar continues to speak, at times Ratchet even loses track that it’s even there, like listening to your favorite song on loop while doing work. Helping him focus and let the other distractions around him fade away.

While Ratchet gets back to work, focusing on what he needs to do, his Maker is currently very busy having a lot of tasks that it needs to focus on…

K-2373 squeaks softly, their cock relaxed at the moment as it looks up at several mannequin models that are dressed in sleek rubber femboy suits. One is an eastern dragon, another is an alligator, the third is two versions of Mako sharks, one that has the head back fin design the other the back fin is on the back. It looks over the suits, tail swishing back and forth, the toy’s length twitching, hardening ever so slightly enjoying the view of the suits, “These are looking very good. And they are able to help smooth out our users' look? There are also a few female users that want to express how wonderful and great it is to be a cute male. Helping smooth out the chest is important while keeping comfort,” it says, feeling the suits.

“That’s been easy enough. The main store’s lab has that issue well worked out, and it makes our job easier on perfecting the femboy versions of the species,” says N-7377, the sleek white, black and yellow anthropomorphic hound toy.

K-2373 turns from the mannequins to the group of five sleek rubber femboy toys, behind them is a laboratory with vats of rubber, vacuum seal molds, a half a dozen computer consoles, and various other research materials related to latex, silicon, half-built sex toys, designs, amongst other things.

Standing beside them is their toy other half Z-7377, the sleek anthropomorphic feline toy. It leans against its fellow toy unit, “This one does think it will be fun to design some new products outside of the main lab,” it says with a soft squeak nuzzling against the other toy, “It will be so much fun to test out new products,” it purrs.

Another toy, an anthropomorphic feline toy with white body and cyan color markings across its body, the toy has matching cuffs and collar, its silver clover tag has its designation of K-0375. The toy’s soft cyan eyes look at its Maker with delight, “This one thinks it's wonderful that we are able to work on such products. Making such cute feminine male toys and suits? Fantastic!” it exclaims with a squeak, tail flicking excitedly.

“It’s important we help expand the company and continue to make high quality products that are expected out of all of us. This one’s Maker expects nothing less and we have a lot of trust put into us toys. It is giving us the job of working on this particular specialization, using our knowledge to make the products our customers not only want, but need to make their lives better. We are good toys working for our customers.”

“Of course, Maker. We want to do well. And to show up at the female branch at the lesbian mega-store,” it says with a sly grin, “We are the best toys!”

K-2373 mews softly, “We are all good toys. As long as users benefit from our competition, it’s all good. But yes, we are the best toys,” it says with a playful wink.

“Maker? This one has a question…” says a white, pink and black demonic looking toy. The same toy that brought the package earlier for Ratchet. The toy’s spade tail flicks behind it, the toy’s soft pink eyes look at its Maker then look down, its collar has the tag L-0375, “Since we are speaking about users, how did its product it designed work so far? It went through over a day of continuous testing use. And it hopes it went well,” it inquires.

The feline toy smiles, moving closer to the toy, gently rubbing its hand along its head, the fellow toy leaning into the touch, “The high-quality material that we are using with the suit to make our future toy is going well. The rubber chastity has been working exactly as intended, and the high quality in the design and look is perfect. Of course if you want to check out the mold adjustments to make sure they are going along with what this one has inquired with the suit. Please do after this meeting. Keeping up the quality assurance is important.”

“Thank you, Maker. This one will check into that. It is pleased that its current product is matching your desires and standards,” it says with a soft squeak, blushing a bit, feeling joy and delight that its Maker is pleased with its work, over washing the toy, sending shivers through it. Their length twitching, growing a little harder.

K-2373 reaches down and gently touches the toy’s length, the fingers dancing along the sleek rubber. The toy moans and shudders gently thrusting into the touch, “Such a good toy. Currently the toy-to-be is working in the molding rooms. Continuing their work while all pent up and needy. Desiring to fuck and be taken. This one is sure you can relate to that tormenting delight.”

“Hmm, yes Maker, this one does,” it says with a soft moan, grinding against its Maker’s paws.

The is a soft cough of a squeak, drawing the toy’s attention to the last toy researcher. A sleek grey and light grey leopard toy with unique red and black strap with the red lettering of fuck toy. The toy’s red tag has the designation of M-7373. Though what made this toy stand out from the others, was the pair of short jeans, and a sleek V cut shirt, but on top of that is a long flowing mad-scientist lab coat, with the front pocket having a bunch of small dildo shaped pens sticking out, “It is very important, but we what would make our lab stand out from the other two is if we manage to solve Maker’s Maker’s problem with expanding the abilities of the latex.

K-2373 pulls away from the other toy’s length, the finger gently caressing the member for just a second, it turns to its fellow toy, “Yes. Maker has been wanting to solve the issue. Being able to program some of the latex to form a sleek full bodied rubber suit around a user? That could build up and add upon so many other ideas.”

“We could use such latex to make toys even faster,” it replies.

“Maker doesn’t want to make toys faster. Using the same gentle and caressing love to make toys is something Maker wants to keep. This is more helping make suits for users to enjoy to help build that experience of being something else other than the bodies they were born in. To explore and express themselves in ways not yet known, and yes to help make new suit methods for high quality material to start the process of being made into perfect toys. But the issue is first getting the rubber to act in that way, to allow it, and make it safe. Safety is key here.”

“It is, unfortunately rubber is not very conductive and the stuff we use is very stubborn. Almost has a mind of its own if this one must say,” it replies, adjusting its lab coat.

“We have a lot of problems to work out of it. This one has noticed how… unique the latex is, but it helps make us lovely toys, so can’t say it's that bad,” it replies with a soft mew.

“True, this one loves working with the material, and with high quality material to work with it, the results can be wonderful,” says L-0375, showing hints of worry, thinking about their suit and the material that is currently busily working away in the molding room.

“There’s a lot to work on. This one knows and is for sure a big thing we have to keep on. So much fun but a lot of work,” says K-2373, “And while we are all here and talking about projects. This one is thinking of ways of helping this one’s Maker better understands us gay toys. It’s very open, but there are reasons why it put this one in charge. How is that project going?”

“Very well. It will still take a bit more time though,” says L-toy.

“This one knows the colors and design of the toy will be perfect. Something that it knows you will enjoy Maker for your Maker,” says N-toy.

“Wonderful but we aren’t sure when that will happen, if it will but Maker is at least open on it, especially during a visit to the store.”

“What, Maker’s Maker is visiting the store again?” L-toy asks nervously.

“Nothing planned yet, but it does have a video call with it later today. Speaking of which, this one must get updated on the store, so it can prepare a good report for Maker. This meeting is adjourned for the time being. Good luck on your tasks, and remember, the customer comes first, even if they aren’t always right. We toys are here for the users, to service them, and we will do our best.”

“Yes Maker!’ the toys exclaim.

K-2373 purrs happily, heading out of the lab to the elevator. It slinks in, riding up from the basement three floors down to ground level. It dings softly, the toy steps out, to the toy testing room hallway. The store is visible at the very end of the hallway. The door behind the toy closes. It looks over its shoulder, a sliding door moves over the elevator entrance, hiding it from view, making it look like a wall, “Maker loves its secret passageways and elevators. This one should ask them one day about that,” it thinks, heading onto the store floor, the smell of latex, leather, and cleanliness fills the air. The toys working the floor doing their best to make the store not assault the palette of those customers whose sense of smell is greater than the average.

“How did your meeting go, Maker?” asks B-1374 standing at the entrance the sleek black and red feline toy, with their unique red blindfold over their eyes, making them look blinded, ready for some bondage and sensory deprivation at any time.

“The ones with the R&D department went well. But we have more work to do, before the meeting with Maker.”

“Normally you have weekly meetings with them, but you had one just the other day. Is everything alright?”

“Previous meeting was a more special one. This one will be more business.”

“Who would have thought being a lovely toy Maker, would be so much work.”

“But it's rewarding work. This one knows as much as it does, its Maker does more. And it doesn’t have a lovely crew of toys as great as this one working at their store,” K-2373 says with a smile.

“Thank you, Maker,” B-1374 says with a smile, pulling out a clipboard with a pen and a small chain attached to the end to make sure it doesn’t get lost, “Shall we begin?” it asks clicking the pen.

“Lead the way and tell this one how have sales been?”

“Sales are up by 0.69%”

“As sexy as that sounds, that is not a lot.”

“The economy is in a recession, so any growth this one thinks is a positive.”

“This one wasn’t thinking about the local economy… It gets so lost in what is happening within the store that it loses track of that sometimes.”

“That is why you have this one and the other toys to help you Maker,” B-toy says, guiding its Maker down the aisle toward the BDSM section, where leather gear hangs from various mannequin displays.

“How is the customer service satisfaction rating?”

“We don’t get a lot of surveys but most of what we’ve gotten has been positive, Maker.”

“And people are more inclined to say something when negative, this one will take that we are doing very well in that department, let X-toy and S-toy know they are appreciated and that this one will take some time later this month to reward them for their hard work given the circumstances.”

“Yes Maker, this one will schedule a bit of free time when possible.”

“Thank you, now what about this display? It’s still being worked on, but we have the initial parts in place,” says B-toy, guiding to the end cap display where two sleek rubber toys are currently held in restrictive teasing bondage.

The pair of rubber toys are anthropomorphic ‘goat monster’ toys are tightly bound together. The first a sleek black rubber toy with white rubber markings on their chest and butt in the shape of an upside-down heart. It’s cuffs and collar are grey with a black band with the elegant lettering of ‘fuck toy’ on them. Its collar has an upside-down green heart that has its designation K-8371. Their yellow rubber hair is braided that goes halfway down their diamond marked back. Their blue eyes look passionately into the other toy’s green eyes.

The second toy is a soft grey and matching white upside-down hearts. Their purple rubber hair is a crazed mess, their cuffs a black band with green outline with same color ‘fuck toy’ writing on the band. The toy’s collar has a red shaped upside-down heart with the designation K-8372 upon it.

The two toys are passionately kissing the other with a double-sided dildo just barely visible between their lips, stuffing their mouths keeping them locked in place. Their collars tied together by a double-sided leash. The toy’s rumps are hiked in the air as part of the display, arms tied behind their backs, using their cuffs. The toy’s legs are spread via a spread bar, their cocks out and twitching, the first toy dribbling green pre-cum while the other has a strange rainbow spiral of colors that drip into a sauce pan below them that is just now being placed by a toy working on the display.

B-toy looks over the checklist, “We are setting up the bondage is loving display for Sweet Heart day. The toys here are already set up to outline a big heart as you can see if you take a few steps back and stand here Maker,” it says motioning to stand in a spot.

K-2373 moves to the spot looking at the two bound wiggling toys, noticing they have strap-on egg vibrator set at the base of their lengths set at a slow setting, its ears twitch hearing the vibrations, “This one sees the outline, how lovely.”

“It’s facing toward the store entrance, so it is to draw the eye of patrons as they peruse our wares. It’s still being set up. There will be a sign that says ‘please touch the displays’ and it will note the unique flavored toy juices each toy leaks. Something that we can then inform our customers that we do carry products to make toy’s juices different flavors to fit the mood of our users. We’ll have a small side panel display of our more popular flavors on one side, and bondage gear on the other.”

“That does work, yes. Keep up the good work toys, this one is loving the display so far.”

“Thank you, Maker,” says B-toy while the other toy says.

“Thank you, Toy Master.”

K-2373 smiles, “Good toys. Continue, we are reworking the lubrication and dildo section.”

“What was wrong with the initial set up?” it asks, following B-toy down several aisles, “Also now that this one is thinking about it, is it a good idea to have the head of security all tied up in a display?”

“They get to keep an eye on the customers and there is a button they can press in the plug in their rump to call for aid if there is someone doing something. So, they are still doing their job, while giving them and their fellow paired toy a little bit of fun for a few weeks.”

“Excellent. Good to know that. Next time though let this one know about it.”

“But Maker, it did, you signed off on it last week.”

“It did? Oh, this one has been busier than it thought and didn’t notice. It should focus on that.”

“Maker you work yourself so hard. It’s good you took some time to relax while working on the new material.”

“It's always a delight, and good to get a little time to work on such lovely objects. But back to the need to change the lubrication and dildo aisle?” it asks.

“Ah, ahem,” it says with a fake squeaky cough, “People would go straight to the dildo and not go past to see the lubricants. You think users would see the dildo they want and obtain some of high quality lubricants we sell, but they get all excited about the dildo they forget the lubricants, and we are hoping of switching it to be lubricant first and dildos second that lubricants will be on the customers’ minds when obtaining dildos so they can get both, and provide a more pleasurable and safer experience with our products.”

“Ahhh, this one sees. Sort of like when it did the dildo test on you a while back. The lubrication provides a good portion of the delight and use of our products. How long will it take to get the aisle fixed up?” it asks, as they reach the long aisle of lubricants and dildos, the shelves already adjusted, half of them empty while there are two toys busily working stocking the shelves with lubricants they have set up on carts.

“A few more hours, we started the project once the store closed but it took a lot more than this one anticipated.”

“Do we have any extra toys to assign to the project?”

“Not at the moment. Other projects need to be done before the warehouse arrives in three days.”

“It's amazing how we can have so many wonderful toys working here and yet not enough at the same time.”

“This one hears you, Maker. We could turn on the generic toys to ease that.”

“This one prefers just the prototype base toys in its store. Maker is similar in that, though it thinks it occasionally has the generic up and running for special sales for a more of a test buy and go experience.”

“You should bring that up with it then Maker. Learn from your fellow toy Maker.”

“This one shall, thanks B-1374. Now what else is going on?”

“There have been some more complaints about the road connection between the store and the main road. People aren’t liking the slow driving gravel road. It’s very bumpy.”

“Is it safe though? Any damage or crashes?”

“No, the road has been widened enough to give plenty of space, for those driving to and fro, but perhaps this one can suggest you bring it up to your Maker on it? That is in their realm of control.”

“This one will take note of it, thank you.”

“Of course, Maker. This one aims to please.”

K-2373 reaches out gently pets along B-toy’s head, gently massaging and scratching behind the ears, “You have been,” the toy says, sensing the approximate time, “It’s about lunch time. How about we take a little break? This one will have its meeting with Maker after that and it wants you there for it, helping this one keep focus on its task,” it says with a playful wink.

B-toy blushes, leaning against the touch, nuzzling into the hand, “Yes Maker!”

“Come, let's go back to this one’s room where we can relax a bit before the meeting,” it says, leaning in giving its fellow toy a passionate kiss, both toy’s hard rubber length’s hardening at the same time, reaching up to also ‘kiss’. The mouth kiss broke a strand of toy saliva beads between them, “Sounds good?”

B-toy moans softly nodding, reaching up to gently rub its Maker’s chest, “This one full heartily agrees Maker, it loves it when you get excited on the store floor.”

K-2373 chuckles and squeakily nuzzles it, “This one is fully aware of what you try to do with this one on a daily basis,” it says with a playful wink.

It responds with a bashful yet coy smile, “This one knows and loves to see you squirm Maker,” it says with a playful lick, the two toys walking to the back of the store down the toy testing room hallway, to the very end to the last door on the left, which it unlocks with the secret keycode it knows. The door opens revealing its room with the lovely canopy bed with black rubber bed sheets, its office across the way with its kitchen further down. The sweet smell of freshly polished latex fills the room with a faint lingering aroma of a nicely cooked breakfast, perhaps something with apples, hard to tell at this point.

The two toys saunter over to the bed, climbing on, their rubber bodies squeaking and grinding, their members hard, throbbing, twitching, eager for any action there is to come. K-2373’s member grinds along B-1374’s back, its hands wrap around to gently rub its chest, hand occasionally going down to caress and tease its member, “You are always a good toy,” it says with a soft purr licking across B-toy’s ear as they spoon.

“Thank you, Maker,” it says leaning up, snuggling against its Maker as they roll the rubber bed sheets around them, turning into a rubber toy burrito.

K-2373 gently grinds and wraps its leg around B-1374 nuzzling and holding it closer against them, their throbbing lengths, a secondary concern as with any toy, it is not needed to be used in such a way to be good. It holds and cuddles up against its fellow toy. The two warm as a bug snug in a rug. Their bodies slowly squeak, feeling each other’s warmth, loving the smooth sleek feel of the other, letting for the next thirty or so minutes the troubles of running the store fade away, and enjoy the lovely benefits of it. Ratchet is about to have a different set of benefits as he is about to enjoy his lunch…

Ratchet pants heavily, squeakily, moaning softly, trying to keep focus on his work, the voice of the collar in the back of his mind a constant reminder of what he is urged to become, what part of him wants to become but still so hesitant to commit, to be a good toy.

He sits back, panting heavily, squeaking as he tries to sneak his hands to the aching throbbing bulge between his legs, but then the sleek black and orange toy A-3377 comes up from behind, “And what are you doing taking a break?”

Ratchet lets out a squeaking eep, “Ahh... uhh… it's been several hours. I should take break. Otherwise, I’ll do a poor job. And I’m getting… vaguely hungry,” he says, thinking about it, realizing he’s not as hungry as he thinks he should be, sort of like that light sensation of where one could eat but really doesn’t have to. But before he can think of it, the toy in charge of him approaches, the sleek and rubber black and orange feline toy G-2371.

“What do we have going on here? Are you taking a break toy-to-be?” it asks, the toy’s sleek and throbbing orange rubber length bouncing between its legs.

Ratchet eyes it for a moment, looking down, “I-I just need to take a break for lunch. Helps me working,” he says, squirming as A-3377 grabs him from behind its hands gently caressing his front, “Eeep!” he exclaims.

G-toy lets out a soft mew, “Breaks are good, and you have been working so hard, perhaps we should reward you and feed you with something that will get you through the rest of your long shift, what do you say?” it asks, reaching over and gently running a rubbery finger across Ratchet’s lips.

Ratchet pants, feeling the finger pressing against his lips, pushing past them and into his mouth, the finger sleek and rubbery running across his rubber covered tongue which feels better than what he thought it would be. The finger forces his tongue to coil around it, making him suckle on the digit. His sexual desire, throbbing length, pushing against his bulge, body wanting such delightful desires fulfilled, the delightful sexual toys before him, so hard to resist, his tongue coils around the digit, finding himself suckling on it eagerly.

“My, my, such an eager toy-to-be. Are you hungry for some hot dogs then? This one bets you’ll love a hotdog with some cream for lunch?” it asks, slowly pulling out the finger with a loud and audible pop.

“S-sure?” he responds, panting heavily, squirming as he’s lifted up and pulled into A-3377’s rubbery lap.

“Such a good toy-to-be, but how about you get a nice chair to sit down to relax and enjoy your meal? Hmm?” it asks with a nuzzle lick across Ratchet’s ear. The toy adjusts itself to place its length between Ratchet’s leg, the toy’s orange cock now pressing up against the smooth over white bulge that holds his own aching member hostage.

“I-I-I…” he squeaks softly feeling the member frot against his own, with only layers of latex and bondage across his length, body twitching and aching in delight, his rear tensing, squeaking and grinding against the toy that holds him in place, hands gently caressing his chest and belly, his body freezing up when A-3377 licks across his ear, gently biting the tip.

The toy suckles the tip for a moment longer, the toy’s teeth gently running across the flat sides of Ratchet’s rubber clad ear. The pressure upon his organic skin sending shivers down his spine, making him squeak and mew in delight, the toy’s tongue slithering across the back, licking the tip, whispering, “Stop using improper language toy-to-be. No I. No me. No myself,” it whispers, the collar saying the rest within the back of Ratchet’s mind.

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

The voice tingles Ratchet’s mind causing him to pant and moan. His body still on that arousal high that has never ebbed, but kept him holding there, making it so hard for him not to have his mind wonder on how hard it is. Straining his thoughts in dealing with his sexual drive and his desire to do a good job all the while having the sultry hypnotic voice in the back of his mind, aligning his thoughts, encouraging him to relax and give into a lovely way of thinking.

“Ahhh…” Ratchet responds, grinding against the toy, holding him so close, feeling the warmth of the object against him, moving through the rubber suit he’s encased in, “B-but…” he squeaks softly.

A-toy snickers, “No butts right now. But this thinks your mouth will do for its fellow toy unit, isn’t that right, G-2371?”

G-toy smirks, “Don’t tell this one what to do, but that mouth of this toy-to-be, does look very tempting,” it says reaching out and gently petting across Ratchet’s head, taking both sides of his head, the toy’s fingers caressing across his cheeks, “And this one thinks you are very hungry for a nice creamy hot dog, aren’t you toy-to-be?” it asks looking down at Ratchet.

He meeps his glasses slide a little down his rubber nose, staring up at the toy, seeing the twitching member before him, “Ahhh…” he responds, unable to bring himself to words just how much he’ll love it, his desires of what he wants them to do to him. His toes curl, his cock twitches, the bulge throbbing as much as the cock pressing up against it, if not more so.

“This one will take that as a yes then. Let's put your built in handles to good use before you get some real ones,” it says with a coy feline smirk.

“W-what?!” Ratchet exclaims looking up at the toy, moaning when it feels G-2371 tightly gripping his antlers. The strength transferring to his head, his body becoming less under his control, the rubber objects around him making all the decisions, making him feel beneath him, adding the bubbling intoxication of his lust.

“This one is sure you’ll understand eventually,” says G-2371, thrusting his length into Ratchet’s mouth. His sleek dreamsicle running against Ratchet’s tongue filling his mouth, the cock sliding down tapping that edge of his gag reflex. The toy sensing it and pulling back just before it could be fully triggered, “Ahh, a lovely mouth. This one can begin to understand why you are such good material. Outside of your lovely skills,” it responds, panting in delight, its balls once in a blue moon giving a quick tap against Ratchet’s chin.

The fennalope tenses and moans, mouth full of delicious cock, the rubber flavor of the toy is reminiscent of his experiences of the previous day, yet uniquely its own. His eyes glossing over behind the rubber hood, pleasure filling him in a new way, while being pinned up against the other toy that continues to caress and hold him like a passionate lover.

Such dominance and care all rolled up into one. He grinds harder against that toy’s cock but then finds his legs forced apart, spread and kneeling by the toy behind him, keeping himself ‘seated’ on the toy yet in a perfect place to keep his head level with the other toy’s crotch, mouth bobbing up and down against the toy’s cock, which only the tip never leaves, making it difficult to try to turn his head away even if he could or want to. The tight grip of the toy over him, guides his head along that length, pounding harder, harder. Faster and faster. The sleek rubber member runs across his mouth, feeding a sensation that was within him.

The desire to suck some delicious cock. How could he not want to please these toys that are taking such good care of him? Thoughts secondary to the main event before him, but he happily does think, “What a delight. What luck am I to have this. No one would believe me that this happened! This is wonderful!” he thinks, taking the toy’s cock, mind drawn away from his thoughts when the balls smack against his chin, the toy’s length pushing past the point of his gag reflex before quickly pulling away before his body could fully react. But he feels it wanting to respond to that lengthy intrusion in a way that he doesn’t desire. He grunts heavily, body twitching part of him wanting to break free, but far larger part wanting to stay and enjoy, head going along with the thrusts, but kept in check by the top toy’s control.

A-3377 licks across the back of Ratchet’s head, whispering into his ear, “That’s right. Eat up. This one knows how hungry you are. Feed upon them so later you can have desert with this one,” it says, the toy’s length twitching. Ratchet looking down at the dripping orange member as eager to see him as he is to taste it. The toy’s hands continuously caress and massage his front, keeping him safe, secure, bound against it, leaving no escape except for this blissful existence.

G-2371 lets out a loud playful mew, reaching its climax, flooding Ratchet’s mouth with its tasty seed. The sweet flavor floods Ratchet’s cheeks which he happily suckles down, drinking down each drop, filling that subtle hunger that the Fennelope is feeling.

He grunts and moans, wanting, loving, enjoying. Taking in the toy’s essence into his own, reminding him of the time he is in that pod. That did happen, did it? No time to think about it right now, there is a delicious cock for him to drain of every last drop. He’s a hungry fennalope, eager for more. And feeling that cock twitch against his bulge, so close and near to his aching length, he very much knows there will soon be a second helping, but right now he’s taking G-toy’s length into his mouth. Drinking down the juices, enjoying the delights it has to offer, feeling the massaging rub of the toy’s hand against the back of his head, releasing one antler from the toy’s grip while keeping the other in place. Massaging the back of his head, petting him, comforting him while keeping a firm control over his actions as he moans away, suckling down the toy cock.

While Ratchet is enjoying his lunch and break, soon enough going to get a second, third and perhaps fourth helping between these two toys, getting that much needed rest from his constant work but not from their duties. K-2373 stretches from a squeak, giving B-1374 a nuzzle lick, “Time to get ready for the meeting, lovely fellow toy unit.”

B-toy lets out a soft playful mew nuzzling back with a soft squeak, “Of course Maker. This one aims to please.”

“Come, it wants you with it during the meeting,” it says, gently caressing the toy’s side, unrolling the covers.

“Yes Maker,” B-toy says with a soft purr, feeling its Maker gently rub it along the chin, reaching down to caress it's twitching throbbing red length, giving it a playful caress and tug along the tip.

“Good toy,” it mews, guiding it across the room toward its office. It opens the door to the small rectangular room. The computer sits in the corner of the desk, facing toward its chair. A name plate says “K-2373 Toy Manager” The oak desk is spacious with some paper and pens nearby ready to be used. It guides and motions B-toy to the area under the desk.

The red and black feline toy mews softly, nodding, “Yes Maker.”

“Good toy,” it replies, watching its toy slip under the desk. It takes a seat pulling itself in, booting up the computer. Its length twitches and throbs, while its fellow toy unit ‘eyes’ it. The blindfolded toy has no problem gently reaching out and caressing its Maker’s length, gently blowing cool air across it.

K-2373 lets out a soft mew its member twitching. It types in its username and password, connecting to the meeting, looking over itself in the video camera, making adjustments to make sure it looks as good as possible for the meeting, “Perhaps this one should have polished itself more before this.”

B-toy gently caresses its Maker’s balls, gently massaging them, “Relax Maker. You’ll do fine,” it says, giving the toy’s cock tip a soft lick across the tip.

K-2373 mews softly, shuddering in delight, “This one likes to look well for the meeting. It’s been given a great responsibility running this store and it wants to do good.”

“You’re doing more than good Maker, you’re doing great,” it says giving the cock a soft suckle, “Relax, you have all the data yes? You got this, you’ve done this many times before.”

“Doesn’t always make it easy,” it replies as it notices another user has joined. It tenses a little then notices the designation of the one that joined, the head toy from the counterpart store from the lesbian female Toys-4-U megastore.

“Hello K-2373,” it says with a playful smile.

It smiles back into the camera, “Hello. This one hopes things are functioning well by you.”

“Things are going wonderful. Maker will be so pleased with our efforts.”

“Unfortunately, they will pale in comparison to the hard work this one and its toys have been doing with its store. Increased sales, improved customer service. Visits from Maker and its praises of its hard work are sure to be had, as we are a model example of how a great store can be run.”

The female toy squeaks softly adjusting itself, “All very important, though great in your eyes might simply be good for this one. High standards, and best service are all a must. It's difficult to please a woman and takes much effort to make sure they reach the complete fulfillment of our services.”

K-2373 mews softly, tensing a little, toes curling as B-1374 slips more of its Maker’s cock into its wanting hungry mouth, “We work long and hard for the pleasure and delights of our customer. They leave our stores satisfied. This one is sure that your customers are pleased with your service. Without a doubt. Maker has a discerning eye for high quality material but work here is not as easy as you believe, but we do our best and then some.”

“This one is very sure and only wishes good news from your store for Maker’s sake.”

“Which we do. This one has lucked out and gotten some of the best material for its store.”

“The best for what’s over by you perhaps, which is to say is not bad at all. But not all high-quality material is equal.”

“All quality material has its specialties. Maker learned that from this one, and knows it’s applied those lessons to you in your molding to make you as wonderful as you are.”

“Why thank you K-2373, it knows it couldn’t be as wonderful of a toy as it can be without those that came before it under Maker’s special touch.”

“It is very pleased and lucky to have gotten its time with Maker and honored by its decision to post us here at this marvelous store. It will be the best shining example of what Maker’s work can do.”

“The best you say?”

“Yes.”

“This one thinks that you shouldn’t be so confident about that. As good and wonderful your store is, it is difficult to surpass what’s happening at its store,” the toy replies.

K-2373 smirks, “Well that is yet to be seeeen!” it responds, its smirk tightening as B-toy deep dives his length, toes curling just as K-2003 joins the chat. The sleek black rubber cyan sergal toy smiles at the camera.

“Hi! This one apologies, it's a little tardy,” it says, breasts squeezed together with a loud squeak, “This one hopes neither of you lovely toys were waiting long?”

“No Maker!” exclaims the female toy.

“Of course, not Maker. We both were here for only a few minutes at best.”

“We like to be ready for you Maker,” the female toy responds.

“Well, that is just spiffy. Now let's start with the general reports,” it says looking down at some notes that are off screen, “Both stores are doing well, especially given the other local stores in our business and out aren’t doing as well as us.”

“Thank you, Maker,” both toys say in unison, but K-2373 lets out a soft squeaky moan as B-1374 deep throats him at that moment.

“This one is lucky to have such good hard-working toys to help make the expansion of the company to three total megastores such a success,” K-2003 says, the toy moving and having the camera adjusted so its bust is mostly hidden to K-2373’s video screen.

“Maker tries so hard to please everyone, including specialized toys like this one,” K-2373 thinks, the meeting progressing for nearly an hour. The toy’s presenting their initiatives and ideas they are implementing to not only be cutting edge in customer service but any new products, “This one is to update that though no progress has been made on the liquid latex problem you presented us Maker, it is wanting to say we are sure we can get it handled. It is only a matter of time.”

The female toy adds in, “This one agrees. No problem is too big for us to handle.”

“This one does love hearing that. Anything else?” K-2003 asks with a big smile.

“It had one thing to bring up that slipped its mind during our last meeting Maker the other day.”

“Oh?” K-2003 inquires.

“A meeting the other day?” the female toy inquires.

“Maker and this one sometimes meet with this one about certain topics.”

“This one does it as required with all its lovely toys. It does its best to make sure you all get the attention you deserve.”

The female toy smiles, “Yes Maker, we appreciate your time given to us toys.”

“So, Maker, this one was thinking that with some toys there needs to be updates and adjustments, and it was thinking of perhaps finding ways to make that an even more pleasurable experience than it already is.”

“Oh? This one knows the warmth of molding is pleasant and nice.”

“Yes, but if we could make it climatically good? Why have it simply as pleasant when we could make the process of having a toy fit a new mold to help our customers be an even more rewarding experience? Taking such a step for a humble toy to change their chassis to better be of use, should be a very rewarding experience outside of user satisfaction it thinks.”

K-2003 rubs its chin, arms squeezing together to squeak its breasts that are outside of camera shot, “That is not a bad idea, and this one has a few ideas on how to make that work out. Perhaps it could be tested sometime with your store and that one idea we spoke of during our last meeting.”

K-2373’s eyes light up, “Ohhh, you think Maker?”

“Of course, working out a few ideas at once can be a good thing. Sometimes. Though focusing is important, when given an opportunity to double task instead of delaying without undermining the results of the first idea should be taken into account, not only as a time saving measure but such unique opportunities should be taken, especially the risks of doing both or multiple compared to not are minimal or favoring the multiple increases the positives of the endeavor.”

The two toys take a moment to look at their Maker as it finishes its long line of thought, K-2373 breaking the silence that follows, “This one will take that as all is good to try?”

“Yup, though this one’s R&D team will contact yours on some particulars, but that is in due time. We’re still a bit away from implementing the idea. But yes, this one thinks so.”

“Excellent.”

“If nothing else, this meeting will be adjourned for now. It will send you emails three days ahead of time for the next scheduled meeting. If anything changes from then and there it will promptly inform you.”

“Thank you Maaaakkeeerrrr,” K-2373 shudders, feeling a surge of the toy’s delightful toy seed gushing out and filling B-1374’s mouth. The toy’s hands squeaking against the desk.

“Doing alright there K-2373?” asks the female toy.

K-2373 blushes, “T-this one is fine.”

“Oh, this one knows they are fine. Probably having B-1374 giving them a blow job under the table again. Anyway, have a good week! Bye!” K-2003 says with a squeak leaving the call.

“W-wait when did Maker know?!” exclaims K-2373 with a deeper blush, B-1374 moaning softly on its Maker’s cock, giving the balls a playful squeeze.

The female toy chuckles, “Maker is very perceptive, even when it appears or pretends not to be. Farewell, and good luck with your store.”

“You too,” it replies, the call ending. It leans back into the chair with a soft pleasant sigh, “Did you have to make this one cum at the end of the meeting?” it asks looking down at B-toy.

The toy suckles the cock a moment longer, pulling out of its mouth with a soft squeaky pop, licking across the cock’s underside before responding, “You could have stopped yourself from climaxing if you wanted Maker. And it knows how tense you get when speaking with your Maker.”

K-2373 lets out a relaxed sigh, reaching down gently petting its fellow toy on the head, scratching behind its ears with a soft squeak. The toy nuzzles into its Maker’s hand with enjoyment licking and suckling some of the fingers when it manages to get them into its mouth, “Ahh… fair point. And you wanted to see toy squirm in front of Maker like that, didn’t you?”

It gives a coy grin, “Maybe,” it replies nuzzling into the hand again before giving the cock tip a squirm firm suckle, causing K-2373 to stiffen for a second before relaxing.

“Ah, whatever is this one going to do with you?” it asks with a soft mew.

“Enjoy all the time we can spend together, Maker.”

“Yeah… but time to get back to work. This one has much to do before it can check up on its current toy project.”

“Yes Maker,” it replies with a cock nuzzle letting its Maker pull away from the desk before slipping out the two toys getting right back to it.

Despite having such a hearty meal, Ratchet was just barely able to get back to work. Focusing on his job, fixing various equipment and checking over things. He lets out a soft squeaky sigh of relief, fixing a vacuum pump from one of the molds, “This should do it. Working as you want,” he says with glee, feeling a small rush of pleasure when G-toy says.

“Good job toy-to-be. This one is sure Maker is going to be very proud of your work.”

“R-really?” he asks, not even thinking to question the logic of what was just said to him.

“Yup,” it says leaning over gently, running a hand across the small of his back, “Let's see how it works, the new mold just finished and we’ll test it out with this one.”

“Ah sure? What do I need to do?”

“Just sit back and watch, and if you see anything not working right, say something,” it says leaning up close to him.

He shudders feeling the soft warmth of the toy, mind still swimming of how it tasted in his mouth, how it felt so close to him, its grip around his antlers, the thoughts of which make his cock twitch, reminding him of just how fucking horny he is, and amazed and marveled at his will power to still be providing a good service and doing his job in spite of the throbbing arousal, “O-okay,” he responds with a soft vocal and physical squeak.

“Good toy-to-be,” it replies, giving Ratchet’s ear a soft lick, making him shudder and moan again. A pair of toys coming out from the room where the toy molds were taken earlier.

Ratchet watches curiously, seeing the back half of the mold taken from the mobile scissors platform. The hard clear plastic mold which blurs all light that passes through it is taken up the platform, slipped into the connection slot.

“A little bit to the left,” says G-toy looking at the display on the console.

“Got it!” the toys reply, moving it till the toy raises its hand.

“There we go, perfect,” it says, typing into the computer console, activating the locks securing the mold into place. It looks over to Ratchet, “Everything looks okay?”

Ratchet jumps a little, a little distracted by the cute femboy toys but he nods, “Yeah, everything looked fine.”

“Good,” it replies, the process repeated but this time using the scissor platform to raise the mold up into the equipment hanging overhead. The toy guides them to hooking the other half of the mold up into the ceiling. “Perfect,” it says the platform lowering, “Good job toys, how long till the next mold is ready?”

“About thirty minutes,” one of the toys responds.

“Good to know, toy-to-be?” G-toy asks, turning to him.

“Y-yes?” Ratchet asks, stiffening a little.

“Check out platform two. Double check everything. It wants it ready for the next mold.”

“O-okay,” he responds, “But I don’t think thirty minutes will be enough time to go through all of it.”

“Check the connections for now, last diagnostics we did ran fine. It was the mold you worked on the other day.”

“It was? Oh… I forgot that. Hard to keep focus sometimes.”

G-toy smirks, “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon.”

“What?”

“Off to work toy-to-be,” it says, guiding him to the mold, getting him to work.

Ratchet is constantly busy, checking, doubling checking, triple checking some of the pods, while working to work on others, he feels as if he’s doing two days’ worth of work in one. Which isn’t far from the truth. He’s kept constantly busy working, his ‘lunch’ was the longest break he managed to get.

By the end of the day he is the definition of dead on his feet. The energy he had from stepping out of the mold is all but gone. He is barely able to keep himself from stumbling over while G-toy keeps him up, “No, no, can’t rest yet. Not till Maker is back.”

“Mo work? I don’t think I can do any more work today… can’t think, just… toy…” he mutters, the words escaping past his lips, pleasure tingling the back of his mind, the collar keeping up those delightful whispers.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy loves to serve.”

“Toy loves to obey.”

“Toy will work hard to be a good toy.”

The doors creak open, K-2373 steps through the doors with B-1374 right behind it, “Hello! How are this one’s lovelies doing?” it exclaims with delight, looking over to see Ratchet being helped up by G-toy and A-3377.

“Maker! Welcome back,” A-toy and G-toy say, helping take Ratchet over to it.

“Are you three having a little bit of fun there? Hmm?” it asks reaching over to gently lift Ratchet’s head, helping him look up into the toy’s softly glowing blue eyes.

“Ah… uh… well…” Ratchet squeaks, thinking back on his lunch which feels so far long ago yet still so recent in his mind.

K-2373 smirks, leaning in close, “Ohh, you were, weren’t you?” it asks, its face so close to Ratchet’s that he can feel the toy’s breath blowing across his lips as it speaks.

“Ahh…” Ratchet responds, unable to look away from the toy’s lovely glowing eyes, feeling his excitement increase with the toy so close to him, butt clenching clearly remembering the toy lodged deep within him, remembering the curves of the toy’s length and knot within him.

“This one hopes you got your work done first?”

“W-well…”

G-toy interrupts, “Toy-to-be, has done a wonderful job. But it had to stop for lunch and have a quick meal before continuing.”

“Did it now?” it asks looking over to G-toy.

“Yup, A-toy can confirm it.”

The sleek black and red toy responds, “Oh very. It's a very hard worker, and very hard working when it comes to all aspects of what you desire from us toys Maker. This one can attest to you with that.”

“Well, that is just very good to hear,” K-2373 responds, looking down back at Ratchet, leaning in close once more, “This one is very proud of you toy-to-be,” it runs its fingers across Ratchet’s lips.

The fennalope moans softly, panting looking up at the domineering female toy.

“Already shaping up so well, but there is still much work to be done to get you into proper toy shape. Come, let’s get you back in and relaxed, shall we?” it asks, the toy’s fingers tracing down his body, along the toy-to-be’s belly, till its fingers dance along the outline of his bulge, giving a soft playful squeeze.

He moans softly, grinding his hips against the toy’s fingers, nodding softly, “S-sure.”

“Good, come toy-to-be,” it says, moving looking for the correct platform.

G-toy lets out a soft squeaky cough, “It’s this one Maker.”

“Why not the same mold?”

“It wanted to test out the toy-to-be’s work.”

“Hmm, okay, but you know we keep the platforms consistent.”

“Apologies Maker. Won’t happen again.”

“Just ask this one next time, okay? You had a good reason and this one approves of the decision, but just let this one know in the future, to make things run smoothly. What if the wrong toy was put into the wrong mold?”

“R-right Maker. This one understands. Won’t happen again.”

K-2373 reaches out to give the toy’s orange length a playful fondle, “Good, this one is glad to hear it,” it says, letting go of the toy’s cock, guiding Ratchet over to the very mold he checked over with the mold installation earlier today.

“C-can’t I lay in a bed?” Ratchet asks.

“Toy, what did this one say about using that language?” it asks.

His collar initiates the whispers to gnaw at the back of his mind and sense of self, “Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Ratchet mews in delight moving up the steps, slipping back first into the mold, tail slipping in, feeling almost a perfect fit of his body, not noticing that the mold has more haired rubber placement for the rubber suit to grow into. He leans back, K-2373 pushing him fully into the mold leaving only his front half. The tight grip of his container, feeling nice against his body, the slight incline helping him relax.

“This one knows one thing. These are the best moments you won’t soon forget. Its a delightful experience not to be replicated,” the black and blue feline toy explains, taking a step back, giving Ratchet’s nose a playful tap, grabbing his glasses from his face, before sauntering back over to the computer console, where he places the glasses to be kept safe during the molding.

Ratchet follows with his eyes, not wanting to turn his head and ruin the back of his head being perfectly held and caressed by the mold. His heart races, knowing what is to come, a little bit of anxiety, fear, yet excitement all balling up inside of him. Watching his Maker-to-be type into the computer console, the gears above whirring, the mold lowering down over his body, locking him into place, deafening him slightly and blurring his vision more than it already was without the glasses.

The hanging tubes lower before him, the one he can see and the one he ‘knows’ is there, adding to the clench in his rump he feels. Watching that wonderful sleek black and blue with hints of white rubber form approaching him, moving behind him, ready to feel the phallic push of the tube back into his wanting rear, which welcomes it like a cozy home to welcomes someone from work. It feels great upon entering and is a delight the longer it remains.

A twist and a click the tube is locked into place, a moan escapes from the front of the mold, mouth open, wanting to feed upon the latex, yet fearful of the sensations that it will bring that need to breath, and frightening moment, making everything last longer, drawing out his anxiety filled excitement. The tube is pushed into his mouth, widening it, making it fit the mold even better, tongue pressed down, feeling it press against the back of his throat at the very edge of his gag reflex.

A soft hum, air sucked out of the mold, binding him to the hard plastic container, making his body fit the mold, expanding and helping refine the rubber to make the hair that he will have once his molding is fully completed. His cock pressed up, cupped, squeezed by the rubber, encasing his cock so tightly, wonderfully it's hard to ignore. Total helplessness overcame him, taken by these wonderful toys, leaving him with no choice but to accept his fate, one he truly never wanted to resist in the first place. Even if he would never admit it to anyone, even himself.

The flow of warm rubber, black and silver-white flowing into him, white into his mouth, black into his rear, the warmth of it filling his behind while his body resists and gags on the latex again, but the transition to ‘breathing’ the latex is notably faster than before. Far from instant, but far from that sense of eternity that he had before. Drinking down the rubber deliciousness, being left unable to do anything but listen to the toy programing whispering in the back of his mind. Held in his mold, taking shape, getting the ‘relaxation’ he needed while never truly sleeping. Each moment he is awake and conscious for this even if his body is getting some kind of relaxation, he is not allowed to sleep. Not allowed to do anything but let his mind wander and wonder.

Wonder on how he let this come to past. Wonder on how much longer could he take of this before he is broken. To wonder if he wasn’t even already broken. To wonder why he never thought such a thing was not possible or came to him before. To let his mind, wander into the depths of his own self, questioning who he is, and what he could becoming. To accept this reality that he is becoming a toy? Or just simply go along with his own self crafted delusion that is just thanks for doing a good job at the company and giving him a fun playful experience. Only time will tell.