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Dust Bunnies

By Medkit for Alex, Fintaffet, & Luciferschef.

Clay stepped out of his work van, peering at the innocuous abode of his target. Being a cleaner had been his bread and butter for the past four years and it was fast becoming his favourite career.

Clay was 5'4", dressed in the typical dark navy blue jumpsuit he wore every day at work. The company's logo was embroidered across the back. Its fabric hung loose around his lanky, thin body. The suit had been the smallest size that would fit Clay, but even then it still fit on him like it was two sizes too large.

He was just happy there weren't any lloose bits to get caught in the mouth of the work vacuum. That'd be an unfortunate, but not uncommon, way to disappear…

As he wrapt his furry grey-white knuckles against the dirty white door and took a step back, arms cradling the high-tech hand-held vacuum. Clay's mind lingered on what the old feline landlady had told him in person back at the shop.

“Obese, fierce attitude, constantly smokes weed and stinks like sex, he's a total mess! I want him gone TODAY!" The mid-40s cheetah woman hissed, a cigarette in her paw as she hesitantly reflected on what she asked of him. “And make doubly sure you clean the place out of every bit of furniture and clutter, I want it ready for a new tenant this week!"

As the front door cracked open, the fragrant and not unfamiliar smell of marijuana mixed with other unpleasant aromas flooded out. The humble tenant turned out to be some old boar with a love of smoking weed. Unfortunately, the target of Clay's job today.

“Hmmph, you don't look familiar. You here cuz the landlady sent ya?" The gruff, hairy boar asked.

His hair was silvery-grey. He came out wearing a heavily thread-barren bathrobe, a funny pink and purple colour with an odd faded pattern that sorta looked like spots and a similarly stained jockstrap, this one in a blur of brown and black that vaguely resembled a canine face. It was in such disrepair, it was difficult to make out if it was an intentional pattern or just paradolia. Clay was momentarily struck by the obvious 'dad vibes' that the tenant gave off, trying to ignore the growing itch of distant arousal that tried to pry into his brain.

“Yup'm, I'm Clay. Nice to meet ya." The goat said with a smirk, his floppy ears hanging just down to about his neck. The rail-thin goat's tail wiggled underneath the suit, as he shook the dadly boar's meaty hand. It was heavy, big. Just like the enormous and distinctly non-porcine tail that hung behind him.

“Holy shit, don't think I've ever seen a tail that big on a guy like yourself." Clay admitted with an impressed intonation. He wasn't sure why or how the boar had a tail like that. It was something like a huge python, with a thick trail of shaggy fur that extended from the boar's enormous buttox down to the prehensile tip.

“Heh, thanks! Took quite a lot of fellas to make it, if you catch my drift. C'mon in, *SNORT!*" The boar exclaimed as he adjusted his glasses and spun around. His enormous tail was like the trunk of a young tree at its closest to the base and gradually shrunk down to a small tip nearly the girth and thickness of a well-endowed peen. It was covered in a thin layer of greying fur. It was all Clay's eyes could focus on as he hesitantly followed the boar into his smelly abode, his mind still digesting the old man's words.

Through the door, the two of them stepped into a small mudroom. A musty air filled the cramped space, thanks to the pile of discarded shoes. Many different sizes and styles of footwear lay scattered across the ground, although some stood out.

“So! Ah, what are you here for, Clay?" The boar asked, crossing his thick arms and blocking the way into the rest of the home. The frail goat idly bent down to look over a pair of flagrantly smelly sneakers. They looked like an expensive brand-name pair of runners, the sort an old college friend of Clay's frequently wore when they rarely spent time together.

“Well, ah… Your landlady, she's quite upset…" Clay began. His eyes trailed across a pair of notably larger flipflops, the sort that would fit the boar's enormous feet. They had been worn out quite intensively, the soles blackened with sweat and the foam connectors that held them in place had been taped up, though clearly these were waiting for the trash can. Clay stood up and sighed.

“Yeah, figured that was comin'..." Alex said with a heavy sigh. “So, uh… When do ya start?"

Great. Now just get out, so I don't have to dust you too, please. Clay thought as he nervously licked his lips. “Well, I was just about to-"

“You don't mind if I stick around, do you?" The old boar asked. He stunk like sex. No doubt yet another pervert, eager to be sucked out of existence.

Clay rolled his eyes.

“You know what'll happen if you do?" Clay asked, squinting at the boar with a sort of seriousness reserved for cowboys in Hollywood films. It was a routine question for people like this old man.

“Uhh… yeah?" Alex said with a scoff. “I think it's fuckin' hot what you get to do for a living, just saying! *SNORT!*" The old boar said as he scratched his belly and belched.

“Right, so you're fine with me turning you into dust, bit by bit. You know the process is irreversible, that you'll just be a pile of unthinking particles?" Clay clarified. The way the boar raised his eyebrows distracted Clay from the obvious throb of a downright monstrous cock underneath the boar's thin and thoroughly stained jockstrap. The boar's hand traced the barely contained erection, drawing Clay's eyes to the region. The stained blissful expression of a canine was barely discernible, stretched out across the boar's throbbing dick. Precum oozed through, staining the fabric with a dark grey blotch.

“Ahah…" Clay said nervously, trying not to let on that he was oddly intimidated or… perhaps more accurately, wooed by the strange old boar.

Alex wasn't exactly normal. The boar had a remarkable gift for a rare talent known as Fleshsculpting. He was particularly non-chalant about it for much of his early life, going through a long patch of his adulthood where he worked as a masseuse, using his skills to improve the lives of strangers. But after a string of peculiar incidents at his workplace, he found himself transitioning to a very different career. Now, it was hard for him not to run into folks who desired carnally to be turned into objects by him.

And now, well…

Alex was an old fart. He had a certified dad bod, with a huge hairy belly and chubby arms and legs. A tail so thick and made from at least three willing mergees who Alex had forgotten the names of. It'd taken some time to get used to it, but it was just another limb to him now.

What Clay had said resonated with him in a strange way. Irreversible… Dust, bit by bit…

There were dozens upon dozens of people Alex had turned into his clothes and into knicknacks and novelties, inches of dick flesh and even stranger parts, too. Some horny dragon guy had begged until he was nothing more than a small patch of blonde-tinged armpit hair. That was a fun thought that only spurred Alex to consider what exactly this meeting with Clay meant for all of them…

All of his sentient possessions were bound to be dusted, now that he'd gone and done something unforgivable to the land lady's husband. It annoyed Alex a little that the cheetah hadn't informed his wife of his plan to let Alex turn him into a toilet seat warmer, but that prick would be facing the same fate as the rest of them, now.

Clay could tell the old boar was deep in thought, his bloodshot eyes glazed over as he idly squeezed the tip of his peen, ignorant of the world around him. He wasn't about to rush the boar's decision. Sometimes, the tenants would flake last-second and choose to leave before Clay dusted them. Most of the time, though… He was left to turn some pervy stranger into dust. He sized up the old boar, wondering which camp he'd fall into as he stood there, squeezing his hog.

Alex's thoughts were swirling around a tantalizing thought like water around a drain. Obviously, being dusted was inevitable now. Especially if he stuck around… But then, would it be fair to them? After all, it wasn't their fault they were about to be vacuumed up. Technically it was his.

Alex came to the resolution that he'd stay. After all, he wanted to see what would happen to a fleshcrafted object when it hit the vacuum's integrated hyperatomization array. He'd never seen it happen first-hand, but had heard rumours of how euphoric it felt to be dusted. The sensation of a piece of yourself being erased entirely, reduced to inert and unconscious dust… It was heavy stuff, but it was also deeply, maddeningly arousing to the boar. Besides, he considered himself the metaphorical 'captain' of his metaphorical 'ship', and he was ready to go down with it.

The old boar contemplated this silently in his own stoned mind as he stood there, softly oinking and idly squeezing his shaft through his dirty jockstrap.

Oh boy. He's a weirdo. Clay thought, scoffing at the boar's downright petrified composure. The smell of the place was intoxicatingly awful, but nothing compared to some of the grosser, trashier smells he'd been subject to before. Eventually though, Clay got tired of waiting for a response and cleared his throat.

“Oooo-kay. Well. I'm going to have to get to work straight away, so… I guess you have some time. Unless you want to go first?" Clay asked, nervously preparing the cordless vacuum. It had some simple controls; A dial near the thumb, a power button and another button to loosen the canister for removal. The canister attached at the back of the hand-held vacuum was about the size of a mason jar, made of smooth glass and featuring decorative metal bands. It was held in place by a simple series of plastic clasps within the housing, that pressed it against a foam barrier and prevented the dust from pouring out.

“*GRRN!*, nah! I'd like to watch if that's okay, at least until you've dusted everything else in the house, if that's okay!" Alex asked, idly fondling the absolute pipe of a cock hiding underneath his jockstrap. He couldn't stop thinking about what Clay said. Just a pile of unthinking particles…

Clay couldn't help but be a little turned on by Alex's behaviour. He had a bit of a soft spot for stoners and older guys and this stranger was certainly pressing a few of the goat's buttons. Clay nodded at the old boar.

“Right! Okay, then. I'll get started here, uh… then I'll move on to the living room. You don't mind showing me around the place?" Clay asked, getting this odd feeling like he was being watched as he switched the vacuum on.

The small handheld had a soft whirr to it. The noise was mostly the actual vacuum proper, the advanced tech installed inside would compress things to the scale of nano-particles of carbon the second they slipped through the hose, vaporizing them into fine dust. Anything vaporized wasn't even visible until enough of it had clumped together into one little sprite of atomized dust.

It was extremely space efficient, to such a degree that Clay could count the number of jobs he worked where he had to empty the canister. It wasn't often, typically only for hoarder's places or for mansions. It was just that incredible.

Clay was unaware and likely so was Alex. But below them, lying messily buried under eachother on the rack, were at least a few individuals who'd wound up transformed into footwear over the years. Some were more conscious than others, hence why Clay felt as if he was being watched.

One such unfortunate individualwas a pair of grey foam sandals; what was left of an excitable feline guy named Frederick who'd come on a cross-country trip with his French-Canadian boyfriend, who from Alex's spotty memory had been a particularly scruffy black-furred cat named John.

Only around two weeks ago, Frederick had made a bet with Alex after the boar questioned his relationship with the scruffy black feline. Fredrick posited that John would immediately recognize his fur pattern, no matter what shape he was. Alex insisted it wasn't a smart idea, but with the three of them stoned, the boar was persuaded to give it a shot. Although unluckily for Fredrick, his boyfriend spent the whole night with Alex and never once recognized his pattern on the boar's sandals!

The next morning as Alex picked up his new sandals from the foot of his bed and explained the situation to the feline, John rolled over in bed and bet that if the sandals were his boyfriend, Alex could keep him. And just like that, the old boar grabbed John's hand and placed it on the sandals and allowed the two to chat, flustered beyond belief.

The boar couldn't recall what had happened after that, but upon the two concluding the bet was fair, the boar was left with a new pair of former-feline sandals. John carried on his travels across the country, apparently not even bothered by the break-up and repeatedly insisting that he'd made a fair deal with the boar. Alex was surprised but positive the feline was hiding how much the situation turned them on, too. Either way, he was happy to have the new sandals. They fit comfortably after just a day or two of breaking them in, Frederick already succumbing to a very object-brained mindset after just five days.

Now the pair of sandals were left dingy, a bit dusty and dirty. Black stains and impressions in the shape of Alex's footprints were left on the spongy material of the cheap foam insoles. The old boar hadn't worn them in a few days, the cooler weather warranting warmer footwear. That had left Frederick buried under some other shoes, left to collect dust while yearning to be worn again.

Although Frederick had mostly given in to his new life as a pair of sandals, he was still 'fresh' enough that his awareness was still fairly intact. Frederick's desire to experience every moment left him relatively durable, resisting the erosion that often blurred a transformed individual's essence into a soupy consistency enough to keep himself conscious and capable of coherent thoughts.

The conversation between the two sounded distant, but close to the living sandals. A brief moment of sobriety in Frederick's typically entranced mind struck as the looming goat in a navy jumpsuit flicked a switch on the side of a handheld vacuum. He broke from the immersive mantra he repeated in his mind in acknowledgement of this odd peculiarity.

…Imagoodpairofsandalswearmepleasegoodsandal-whatsthatnoise?noise?rumbly…vacuum?

Another pair of living footwear mixed into the pile was Lucas. The former football linebacker had given up a dream of being in professional football in order to chase a dream of being a crush's footwear. Only, things had gotten a little screwed up! See, Lucas thought he'd done everything he was supposed to. He'd just… gone a little too far and had Alex turn into the perfect pair of sneakers for his crush! Totally reasonable from his perspective, Lucas knew his crush was an avid runner and he loved their footpaws!

The only problem was, he got the shoe size wrong…

And to make matters worse, his best friend fucked up and put him in the wrong locker. So instead of winding up on his crush's feet, he wound up being broken in by a heavyset track and field newbie. Embarrassingly, Lucas found himself enamorued with the sensations and feelings of being worn. His best friend tried to find him, but Lucas's new owner was quite smitten with their mysterious gift shoes and wore them absolutely everywhere!

Lucas had accidentally become the obese cougar's favourite pair of running shoes. Whatever discomforts or regrets the living shoes had were gone by the third consecutive week of wear, as Lucas's thoughts of being anything but shoes were pulverized underneath its owner's sweaty footpads.

Coincidentally, his wearer wound up eventually meeting Alex after one of his buddies got him into pot and before long the old boar became his plug. But after discovering what Alex was capable of, Lucas's wearer wound up joining the boar's expansive collection of jockstraps. Lucas was left on the shoe rack, collecting dust under a growing pile of abandoned shoes. Alex wasn't even aware Lucas was still kicking around.

But Lucas wasn't the only former-person footwear in the mudroom. Far from it.

A long while back, when Alex was still sorta green with fleshcrafting, he had a male crush at his first workplace. Of course, he didn't know that Marvin had an interest in him too, at first…

Marvin was a short raccoon with a talent for fleshcrafting, just like Alex. But the raccoon had a little secret. He really didn't like using his powers, and found it intensely arousing to feel another fleshcrafter change his form. His interest in Alex grew after their first meet-up, as Alex was the first fleshcrafter he'd dated who didn't shy away from fleshcrafting him. Before long, Alex found out about Marvin's obsession with his feet and began to tease him, shrinking him and letting him worship his soles as he smoked up or jerked off, while the two idly discussed fantasies and work.

Only a couple of weeks after their first date, Marvin had an old fleshcrafting school acquaintance change him into a pair of comfy insoles for Alex as an early birthday gift. The boar adored his gift, although what was meant to be a short month-long stint soon turned into a full year of being beneath the boar's sweaty feet!

Of course, this was to be expected… Alex had a feeling that Marvin wouldn't turn back once he was worn-in. Marvin was far from complaining, too. He was in such nirvana that the idea of turning back became foreign to him, even after Alex quit his job at the massage clinic and moved on to working at a paper press for a few months. By that time, he'd been work so often he'd become perfectly formed to every curve of Alex's soles.

Now, Marvin was all but forgotten as anything beyond a pair of stinky well-worn insoles. It wasn't out of cruelty on Alex's half. Rather, Marvin had essentially dissolved into his new role. He couldn't think of himself as anything but Alex's insoles. There was no point in turning him back now. He'd been worn for nearly fifteen years. Memories of being a raccoon were as distant as being born and the living insoles were happy to exist as they were.

The living insoles would've been tossed out a few years ago, if it wasn't for Alex's fond memories of the old pair. They remained nestled in the same cheap steel toe boots Alex had worn for only a few months, back when he took on that factory job. The old boar had a few holes in his memory now. He hadn't sniffed the old boots in ages and forgot all about the old insoles recessed inside.

Alex couldn't help but tease his twitching cock. The lingering minds of a few different men had blended together in his phallus. Merging so many guys together had some interesting effects, at least for the first few months. But they'd been his cock for so long, they'd lost a lot of the little traits that made them stick out. Now, it was just one big dong. Tucked behind thin, barely conscious fabric. Alex's underwear had been transformed for so long, it didn't even know if it had ever been anything else.

The chubby boar idly stroked the length of his shaft as he leaned against the doorway leading out of the mudroom, watching Clay flick the switch on his vacuum as he casually pressed the grey plastic tube against a dirty old sneaker. Faster than Alex could think of who's shoe it was, the sneaker was pulled toe-first into the tube, only to get stuck. Alex watched, momentarily mystified as the shoe's dirt was sucked clean off the fabric, leaving it looking shockingly new.

Lucas, having been stuck as these well-worn sneakers for so long; was barely conscious. Just a foggy mind only dimly aware that it was an object being held aloft. The sensation of the dust and dirt sucked out of its fibers felt oddly satisfying and ticklish, only barely stirring Lucas's mind to awareness.

For a moment, the dim consciousness inside the shoes stirred with greater intensity, as the pull of the vacuum increased with another click. Suddenly, little strands of red pigment pulled away from the fabric in little clouds of dust, swiftly slurping down the tube of the vacuum and draining the shoe of any colour. The particles were reduced to fine grey dust, deposited in the empty glass container attached to the underside of the handheld vacuum.

The mind of Lucas had long been deteriorated by many years of proud and eager service as footwear, but this strange vacuum was turning pieces of the former footballer into inert dust. Sucking away whatever remained of his essence, memories and feelings. Although most of Lucas had been reshaped body & soul into footwear, little threads of his old life were still present. Some of these strands unfolded and vanished as the colour drained from the barely sentient sneakers.

Before long, the pair of stinky sneakers were entirely devoid of colour, and patterns. Lucas felt considerably less person-like and oddly pleased by the unusual stimulation of having the colours sucked out of him but no coherent thought formed in response to the feelings.

“Whoa, I didn't know it could suck away colours, that's nuts!" Alex said with a strange enthusiasm, tugging on his cock even as it strained the fabric of his jockstrap.

Clay shrugged, bemused by the boar's inexperience with the wonders of the vacuum. “It can do more than that, watch this."

Clay explained while he flicked the wheel, clicking it until it satisfyingly clicked to one of the higher settings. He held the tube to the toes of one of the colour-drained and cleaned sneakers.

With a soft SCHUFT! the sneaker vanished down the tube. Lucas felt an intense wave of mind-numbing pleasure and warmth that left a massive gap of memory, feeling and sensation. With another nudge of the tube and a trigger pull, the vacuum slurped up the matching shoe and devoured it with little trouble. Barely a few grains of grey-black silvery dust fell into the glass canister attached to the vacuum. The grains were all that was left of the dirty old shoes.

“Wanna see more? I'm kind of a nerd about these things." Clay said, gesturing to his vacuum. He didn't mind appealing to the spectacle element of his job. It made dusting the people a little easier.

The boar nodded eagerly, his large tail serpentining around the edge of the door frame, only to slink against his shoulder. He nuzzled it idly and gave his throbbing cock a gentle squeeze as he watched the goat pick up a familiar-looking boot.

“Alright…" Clay switched the vacuum back into its most minimal setting, flicking the wheel with his finger. The goat's horned head turned from side to side, his floppy ears fanning to the sides as he searched for a suitable pair of footwear to experiment on. His deft gloved hands quickly found a pair of dusty work boots.

“Oh, those are ancient *Oink!*" Alex said with a surprised grin on his bearded face as Clay held up one of the two dirty boots. With no effort, Clay reduced the vacuum's intensity back down to its minimum. It made a metallic clink noise to indicate as such, and Clay was quick to hold down the trigger. The vacuum made a soft shrill humm as dust and dirt pulled away from the boot's fabric, sucked into the vacuum's tube and leaving a trail of good-as-new material.

Alex gawked as the vacuum sucked away all the surface-level debris, mud and dirt clinging to the old boot. It left it strikingly clean, almost-new, even less fragrant. It wasn't anything too crazy, The old boar had seen vacuums capable of such a feat almost four years ago. But seeing one up-close, being used on his belongings… He recognized the boots, too. It sparked some memory.

“Now, watch this." Clay said as he fingered the wheel, pressing the vacuum into its next higher setting. It sucked away a blotch of colour from the front of the boot, leaving the spot stark white. Then Clay clicked it up another notch. He sucked away the laces, then the laceholes. The vacuum left the boot as if it never had laces or laceholes. Just smooth leather where they would be and the boot's tongue. With another slurp, the tongue on the right boot vanished. It looked absurd now.

“That's incredible, I've never seen one with so much control! I bet they don't even sell those to consumers anymore." Alex remarked, idly toying with his dick as he considered what he'd do with a vacuum like that.

Clay shook his head and chuckled as he instinctively reduced the suction back to a safe level and moved his fingers away from the trigger with the same discipline that might be reserved for a firearm.

“Yup! You gotta be careful with these things. One wrong move and, fwomp! There goes an arm or a leg. Or, goodness forbid, a whole person. That's why the wheel's got a good amount of weight behind it now. Makes ya think twice before accidentally goin' overboard. Or so the instructional videos say, heh. Anyway, uh… I should probably get to work, lots to do from the looks of things. Why don't you light up a joint and enjoy the last bit of time you have, play a game or somethin'." Clay explained diligently, smirking at Alex. He had this energy about him, like he wanted Alex to shut up and go so he could do his job.

But, Alex wasn't interested in leaving. The old boar shrugged, cracked his back and yawned.

“Yeaaaaah, nah. I wouldn't miss this for the world! So, do you use those light suction modes for anything exciting?" Alex asked, curious to hear if Clay had ever vacuumed up living objects before.

Clay idly flicked the vacuum to an unspecified setting and began to suck the sole of the boot clean off without much merriment, leaving it bare. It looked more like a sock than a boot now. The other matching boot sat said, still dingy and dusty like the one in Clay's gloved hand had been only moments ago.

“Mmm, not particularly. Sometimes to clean up surfaces, sometimes for tandem jobs. Like with painters and the like. Nothin' too crazy though. Used to having it on higher settings most of the time." Clay didn't enjoy the fast jobs. Sucking a whole house clean on the highest setting was kind of boring. The goat enjoyed going through the whole place, sucking up all the small objects first, then all the furniture and furnishings… It was a sort of methodical process that felt satisfying, but meant he was far below the workplace's average for timely dustings.

Without much thought, Clay stuck the tube into the boot, hearing something shlurp into the hose and immediately lose all weight and mass, falling into the vacuum's glass container without a noise.

The split-second sight of the deep brown-hued insole triggered a memory that brought Alex to stark awareness. He reached down hurriedly to grab the boot's matching partner. He reached into it and pulled out the matching insole to the one that had just been dusted, gawking at the sensation of warmth and bliss that ensued as soon as his fingers touched the sentient insole.

As soon as the fleshsculptur's fingers touched the rubbery dirty surface of the insole, Alex groaned deeply bliss. The consciousness of the living object had long melted into a puddle of contented peace, but something was different about it. Like there was only half as much as before, like it had gotten dimmer and simpler. Just the thought of half of that puddle being vacuumed up into oblivion turned Alex's turgid cock leaky with pre-cum.

“Um…" Clay stammered, a bit weirded out by the boar's curious behaviour. He was standing next to him, holding an insole in one hand, the dirty other boot in the other and softly moaning.

Clay held the vacuum up to the insole and pressed on the trigger. The rubbery foot-shaped thing flopped as it was pulled into the tube, immediately passing through a ring that incinerated the whole object and left nothing but a few tiny specs of inert dust behind.

A flash of euphoric bliss was all Alex felt before the hum of bliss was gone. He gawked for a few moments, silent as ever while his cock threatened to blow a load in his jockstrap. He was shivering in a mixture of shock and arousal, in awe of the sensation he felt. The last of whoever that insole was, essentially incinerated in his hand and turned to fine dust. He could hardly believe it.

“Bro, you gotta chill. You reek like cum and you look like you're about to jizz yourself…" Clay muttered. The way the boar reacted was odd, like he was experiencing whatever the insole had felt. But Clay knew that wasn't possible. Still, his mind drifted to the experience of being dusted…

The sensation, Clay's been told, is as bright as the sun. A wave of euphoric pleasure that strikes like a blinding white heat that leaves nothing but this odd vacancy. Like all that remained of what was dusted was the knowledge that something wasn't where it used to be. Clay had heard all sorts of cautionary tales, much of which had been true. Lots of people wound up dusted every year. Especially cleaners like him.

Alex felt a bit embarrassed but wasn't ashamed. “Sorry, I… Can I touch the canister? I'm curious."

Clay sighed. “You can, but you better not do anything weird."

He detached the canister and handed it over to the horny old boar.

Alex's eyes widened.

Nothing. Like, nothing-nothing. It's as quiet as an authentic inanimate object in there. Alex thought, a bit baffled. There was a lot of complicated metaphysics involved in transforming people into things. Their soul, for instance. Ordinarily it was the reason why a transformation stuck or didn't. If the transformee was particularly excitable about their form and willingly took it, the transformation generally stuck better and lasted longer. The longer their soul remained remoulded into the shape of an object's, the more it naturally began to reform, congealing into the shape of the object and forgetting the shape of the thing the person was before. It wasn't a perfect process, meaning the longer one remained reshaped into a thing, the harder it was to turn back. This was because the 'person' aspect left in the object was sort of like a byproduct of the process, ejected after they'd mostly become an object.

But, that essence was also what created that intense aura of bliss. It was a sign that the object had left its personhood behind. But also a lingering symptom that proved without a shadow of a doubt if an object had been a person before. The inert dust in the glass container lacked any sort of residual soul energy. It was like the living insoles sucked into the vacuum had that lingering essence dissolved, leaving nothing but pure objecthood behind. It was fascinating, arousing and yet baffling all at the same time. Alex was perplexed but deeply curious. And deeply excited…

Clay was a bit nervous about Alex making a move to snatch the vacuum, so he kept it far away from the boar's arms.

It was odd. Alex was definitely Clay's type, but the way he reacted to handling the dust container and that insole was making him feel a bit weird. It was like the boar wasn't letting him in on something, but he couldn't place what it was.

Alex unexpectedly handed the canister back with a weird smirk on his face.

“Man, that's some crazy tech. I wonder how it does that… Guess there's plenty more things to suck up, right?" Alex asked with a snicker.

“Uh… Duh? Heh. Glad you like it, though. These vacuums are why I work this job. I just find them so neat to work on." Clay admitted. He loved repairing these machines, it was always interesting.

“Mm. Let me help." Alex said, reaching down and picking through the pile of shoes. Some were much dustier and older than others, some much newer. He retrieved a pair of grey sandals from beneath the pile.

Hey pal, how're you holding up? Alex's soothing voice spoke to Frederick. He hadn't heard his owner's voice for a couple of days now and it wasn't until this new brief spat with sobriety that he was even aware of how long he'd gone without being worn. It was like an obsession or a passion verging on addiction, how much he loved being worn.

Foot-Imean,good.What that noise? Frederick responded mentally. His telepathic voice had this signature warbling that was a sign of the sort of soul-shape breakdown objects that were particularly happy about staying in their current form often went through first. Alex didn't mention that, knowing something more pressing was afoot.

Mind helping me out with a little test?

Yesyes!Please,useme!I'myours,fairandsquare! Frederick responded gleefully.

Though, the living sandals had little in the way of critical thinking these days. Most of his mental acuity was spent oggling over mental images of Alex's leathery soles or reminiscing on the scent of his sweaty feet. Little of the feline was left intact thanks to his unabashed love of his new form.

Alex felt a bit guilty taking advantage of the former feline, but they'd all but succumbed to their new life anyway. He could sense how long it'd take to reverse their transformation, counting it in the weeks rather than days. Approximately six months, if Frederick was particularly eager about turning back. Which he wasn't.

The way the boar idly touched the sandals was slightly unnerving to Clay. It was like the old boar was reminiscing with a friend, the way he gently rolled a finger across the blackened soles of the foam footwear.

“So, I don't mind you 'helping', but this is taking a while. I already get into trouble over taking too long to dust places clean, but uh…" Clay gulped. He didn't really care about all the regulations and policy, he just wished the boar wasn't making him so horny without saying anything. It was odd, like the boar was savouring his time with him in the strangest ways.

“Sorry, uh. I want to hold onto these. And um, think you could try the lowest settings first again?" Alex asked kindly.

Clay couldn't help but find the boar's bearded smile oddly heart-warming. It was his last day as anything but grey powder, he figured. May as well. He sighed and flicked the vacuum to it's lowest setting, hearing a satisfying metallic click from the vacuum's internal mechanism indicating it with certainty.

He held the tube to the pair of foam sandals' toes. The large foam shoes shuddered from the still fairly intense vacuum dragging them towards the tube.

What'sgoingon?Feelsstrange,windispullingus? The living object thought, wobbling around in the boar's hands as he snickered softly.

Don't worry about it, just part of the experiment. You'll enjoy it. Fred, right? Alex thought, telepathically connected to the feline-turned-sandals through his touch. A gentle warmth of excitement confirmed Frederick's willingness to partake, although there was a noticeable hair-raising sensation of nervousness that flowed from the barely cognizant sandals and into Alex.

As the hose neared the sandal's heel, the sand and filth caking the foam sandals began to slip out of the pores of the material, flying down the tube to be atomized to not even a fraction of their former size. The sandals almost instantly cleaned, cleaner than they were before but still showing signs of wear. The soles weren't so blackened as much as they were a dingy grey, the faded patterns worn down where the boar's feet had worn away. With a soft click, the wheel turned up a setting. The grey colour of the sandals left next, stripping with it another piece of Frederick's identity.

Feelsweird, ticklish… good! Feel good, mnnnff! The living sandals thought as Alex watched grey turn to white, as Frederick's fur colour was sucked away like a fine dust pulled into the tube. Even the plastic thongs lost their colour, before one of them popped free from the foam. Ahh-mmnff! So good! Feelsogood!WEAR ME! Mmnff, please WEAR ME!

Wanting to hurry things along, Clay turned the vacuum up another notch. The straps and connectors broke free from the foam bodies of the two sandals, sucked down the tube and instantly vaporized into tiny grey particles. Suddenly, Frederick's thinking was a lot less coherent.

FEEL GOOD! YESWEARME!WEARMEOUTYESWEARME!The remaining sandal parts thought. All that was left were the two foam soles of the sandals they'd formerly been. They were pale white and oddly… devoid of detail. The flats quivered and tossed in Alex's fingers, and not wanting to lose them he let go. The two sandals flapped noisily before vanishing down the mouth of the grey plastic tube with a sudden FWAP!

FEELSO- . . .

A blinding white hot flash of intense euphoria that shot out from Alex's crotch and into his extremities sent him wide-eyed and to the brink of orgasm, his rigid cock throbbing on the cusp!

Alex realized, the voice of Frederick had disappeared entirely. He shivered as the aftershocks of full-bodied warmth and pleasure still tingled in his hands and feet, gasping and leering at the glass canister attached to the bottom of Clay's vacuum. A few grains of dust was all that remained of the sandals. A few of the tiny grey-black beads had already cracked and broken into fine dust.

Alex shuddered as he wrapped his palm around the canister, startling Clay. He couldn't feel anything, no residual energy. Nothing at all. Something about the vaporization process utterly sucked away whatever animate energy was left in an object. It was fascinating and deeply arousing to Alex, leaving him utterly enamoured and embarrassingly turned on by the situation he was facing.

“Remarkible…*GRRN!* No sign of them left!" Alex said with a huff. He was trying his hardest to hide how intense the rush of pleasure was, gasping for breath and clearing his throat as if he hadn't nearly climaxed then and there. The aftershocks of Frederick's atomization were still coursing through him but grew gradually diminished. After a few seconds, not even the slight tingly sensation was left in Alex's fingertips. Frederick was gone-gone. So would the rest of his collection, and him. He shuddered in arousal, his cock throbbing between his thighs and stretching the former canine around his hips to the point of ripping, a hole manifesting across the black waistband were it connected to the dark brown fabric.

Clay coyly chuckled, a bit perturbed the boar's behaviour and words. It was clear the old fart was a pervert.

“No kidding, you seem to really be enjoying yourself… Is there a particular reason? Am I missing something here or are you just getting hot and bothered seeing what'll happen to you soon enough?" Clay hesitantly asked.

The boar nervously chuckled. “Aha, um… Well, that's certainly an angle to consider."

Clay rolled his eyes. “Any qualms about me sucking up the rest of this stuff on turbo mode? Gotta meet my quota."

Alex snorted and nodded. “Go for it! Sorry for taking your time." He said as he backed out of the room, lingering at the doorway. His massive tail's tip idly flicked like a snake with a mind of its own. It wasn't unlike his shaft, similarly throbbing wildly after his experience feeling the feline's awareness slip out of his grasp. It was amazing, like slipping over a waterfall and into pure, raw bliss. The old boar was almost envious of the feline, knowing he only got a portion of what they must've felt…

With the soft tic-tic-tic of the metallic components of the wheel's mechanism, the vacuum's intensity was increased dramatically. The soft humm turned to a shriller hiss that would frighten any conscious objects left in the pile, if they were aware of what the vacuum was capable of anyway. The grey nozzle passed over a mess of dirty old sneakers, skate shoes and the like. Various sizes, various ages. They all slipped down the tube with a rumble and a THWUMP!

Within only a couple of seconds, Clay dusted the entire pile of shoes from left to right. Whatever unlucky soul or insole was left behind had been added to the miniscule amount of grey dust rattling around in the canister attached to the vacuum, as it swallowed up pair after pair of footwear, some with socks stuffed in them. The last socks their owners wore before winding up part of Alex's expansive collection.

With a twist and a flick, Alex watched Clay clean the rest of the mudroom. Not even the carpet was spared, flapping out from under the cleaner's footpaws and slipping down the tube's mouth with a weird whistle and a soft THWIMP!

Even the falling apart shoerack wasn't spared. It was slurped up last, rattling and collapsing on itself as the entire thing broke apart and slipped into the tube one piece at a time. No dust was left on the floor, not even a layer of grit. It was like brand-new.

“Whoa. Thorough job!" Alex said, still horny over the thought of himself going down that tube, just as inconsequentially as those shoes.

“Mmhm! Swift job, could do the whole place like this if you want. You, too. Might even get a bonus for it." Clay said with a snicker as he switched the vac back into its lowest setting. It was not a habit for him, but a necessary routine.

Alex couldn't stop thinking about the goat taking the vacuum's tube to his chest, sucking off his nipples and hair first, then what else? Would it stop there, it would it be like the stories he'd heard online? Would Clay just keep going? It was his job, so… obviously. But, what would it feel like?

He was so stoned, he hardly recalled he was due to be turned to dust today, no matter how horny he was for it.

“Can you move? I need to do the rest of the place, unless you want me to do you next." Clay said with a tone that made Alex snap out of his mindlessness.

“Y-yes-sir, *OINK!*" The boar said with a snicker, nearly leaping out of the way. The boar's heavy landing creaked the floorboards.

“You um, mind if I uh, jerk off?" Alex asked as Clay took inventory of the next room.

He was so focussed on the job, he hardly paid attention to what the old boar said. The room was a mess. Wall to wall, there was a slew of shelves filled with all sorts of colorful crap. A couple of large mismatched chairs, a sofa with a few odd coloured cushions and blankets. A bunch of random cups and glasses and a bong or two sitting on a large central coffee table. A busted ashtray, a session tray with some weed laid out…

“Man, go ahead but bring me a joint or something." Clay muttered under his breath. The old boar was quick to do as he asked, hurrying over to the sofa to fetch a pre-rolled from one of the many tins laying on the cluttered table.

Clay just sighed and considered where to start. The many decorative shelves would be a good place to begin. He'd sweep left to right as usual, beginning with a cabinet and two shelves worth of random knicknacks, like a broken dragon-themed lighter, a bowl filled with various colorful condoms, a couple of portraits and photos of random presumed friends and family of Alex…

This part was always rough. Cleaning out the stuff that connected the target to other people. It was the easiest part, if you just sped through it. But Clay liked to take his time. He switched the vacuum onto a low lull and swept the tube across the top shelf, as Alex loudly gasped in reaction.

“Oh, shoot! I didn't even tell them!" Alex yelped as several little objects rolled across the hard black wood shelf and toward the mouth of the vacuum's tube. Clay reacted with confusion as he twisted around, finger slipping off the trigger as the first object; a pale red whoopee cushion featuring a smiling goat clown, slipped into the hose and atomized.

A few little specks of dust fell into the glass chamber at the back of the device, another tfee reduced to inert carbon.

“Dude, what do you mean “Them"?!" Clay said sternly, staring down the boar as he gulped and approached the goat with a joint in hand, staring up at the shelf of random objects with a solemn look in his eyes. Sitting on the shelf was a top in a deep blue coat with white and red spots and undertones, a bright orange drink umbrella with some cutesy tiger motifs, along with a few condoms of various colours and patterns. Junk, to Clay but clearly something special to this weirdly horny old guy.

Alex cleared his throat as he approached the shelf. He had his hand on his cock, as if he was ready to pump it like a shotgun. The sight of it alone was enough to make Clay doubletake. He refused to ask any questions, not wanting to hear the undoubtedly perverted answers. All the same, he couldn't help but glance down at the crotch of his jumpsuit. The navy blue fabric didn't tent around his crotch what-so-ever. Though it was so baggy and loose that it hung across his whole body pretty generously. He laughed nervously while waiting for an answer from the old boar, startling Alex.

“S-sorry, I uh, these are some old keepsakes, I-..." Alex oinked as he realized his appearance, gulping as he slowly reached for the bright brassy metallic ring sticking out of his plump dickhead. The cock was big, meaty and certainly the result of some kind of magical meddling, like the boar's tail. He had a thick bristly bush, hiding his sack. The ring's bead looked like a little head, but it was so smooth it was nearly featureless. With ease, Alex took the bead and ring and cupped them in his hands.

Clay's eyes lit up as he watched in awe as something materialized in his hands. He heard the soft giggling of an adult man's voice, saying something distinct, like “Use me, hurry up!"

It took a few minutes of interacting with the ring and bead, kneading them together and reshaping the body of his partner. Alex sighed deeply as he reformed them into a fleshlight, uniform and warm to the touch but ticklish, tender. Living. One side had a smooth indistinct butt-hole like puckered hole, the other side ended with a small stubby silicone snout.

“C'mon, hurry up! I can't wait to taste your dick again-nnff!" The living toy exclaimed, as Alex sighed deeply, shuddering in pleasure as the snout on the toy inverted, forced into itself by the mammoth peen pushing into it.

Without much more effort, the boar stuffed his dripping cock into the awaiting fleshlight, sighing in relief as he felt it plunge half-way deep. Intense euphoria fed through the two of them until the boar's knees buckled from the bliss. The old boar's unnaturally large tail caught him and held him aloft as he stroked, only further impressing Clay. The meagre goat's slackjawed reaction finally came to some kind of resolution in one sudden outburst.

“B-but, y-you're a fleshcrafer?! You can fleshsculpt, so y-you must be…" Clay gasped in awe, then shook his head, turning to gawk at the slew of multi-coloured and patterned objects laying around. He gulped hard, realizing the amount of likely former people was innumerable. His heart pounded in his chest as Alex shuddered, spasmed and groaned as he gently plunged his shaft deeper into the orange silicone fleshlight. It seemed to grow simpler in detail the more Alex pumped it up and down his shaft.

C'mon you idiot, you still have to do your job! Maybe you should just suck him up here and now while he's distracted…

The boar huffed and sighed. “Sorry, I…" He cleared his voice and oinked. “I should mind my manners. This is my partner, and uh. Yeah, I'm a fleshsculpter. I uh, stream fleshsculpting sessions and stuff in my free time. Or, uh… I guess I did. Sorry, I nearly forgot to tell my collection what was about to happen…"

Clay was dumbfounded. The scrawny goat's maw parted, revealing his flat pearly whites and long tongue, lolling out of his mouth in awe.

Collection?

He stopped and looked up at the shelf, then at the other shelves and various colorful objects. He stopped and slapped a gloved palm against his face, groaning as he put what Alex told him together with the evidence all around him.

Of course! His collection… That explains all the weird smells and all the shoes… He's turning people into objects! God, that's… so hot! Fuck, I can't believe it… Of all the people they send me to dust, it's the dude of my dreams! Clay thought, momentarily paralyzed.

High or not, Alex caught on that the skin-and-bones goat cleaner was too stunned to respond. He pushed himself back to his feet and scampered to the shelf, clearing his throat as he turned his attention to his phone's camera.

“Hey everyone! I know some of you only joined my premium streamer tier knick-knack shelf this month, but I'm afraid it's a wrap. I sorta fucked up a few weeks ago and turned my landlady's husband into a toilet seat cover…" Alex snorted as he peered over at Clay.

Is he joking? Clay thought. He legitimately couldn't tell. The boar addressed the random things assorted on the shelves as if they were people. Probably because they were. But, it was hard to view it that way.

“Anyway, I'm sorry for the trouble. I don't really have the time to uh, refund you guys or turn you back… So, um. You all get to be dusted! Guess that'll be pretty exciting. Feels very good, so you've all got a great time ahead of you. Anyway…" Alex snorted again then peered at Clay expectantly.

The goat gulped. “You…" He stared in disbelief at a partially deflated balloon. A little portrait of some university-aged guy sat next to it. “Umm…"

“I know, this is tough for me too… Job's a job though, right? Best not keep the landlady waiting." Alex said with a sigh, still idly thrusting into his personal toy.

Clay wished he wasn't joking about the joint. He wished he was smoking one right now, espescially with how much the place reeked of it. It was an off-on hobby of his. Worse, with the horny fleshsculptur next to him, he couldn't help but feel perpetually flustered. His, 'pre-existing condition', was making it especially difficult to ignore how turned on he was. The goat's free hooved paw instinctively reached down to his crotch, idly scritching at the crotch seam of the uniform as Alex urged him to continue.

Clay couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. How is this possible? Did they ALL let him change them into objects? But, this guy's a slob…

“S-so, uh… Those shoes, everything here… Are there any more objects, uh… that used to be people?" Clay asked, teeth chattering as he continued to look around the room. Everywhere he looked, he saw more obviously transformed objects. Tiny little faces, worn patterns or familiar fur colours. Everything from spoons, to cans of soda, to towels or socks. The place was littered with former people turned objects, presumably… all willingly. Clay was baffled and turned on beyond belief.

“Hm? What, of course! Oh, don't be so nervous… Almost all of them came to me out of their own volition, they knew this was a possible consequence. Most of the objects under my possession are uh, long-term company. They um, wouldn't want to be turned back even if I could turn them back." Alex explained nonchalantly as he continued to pump the living silicone toy up and down his shaft. Clay couldn't help but stare at the toy for a few seconds, ignorant to the way the fur on his cheeks slightly raised, a sign of his furious blushing.

Clay gulped hard, trying to disguise his rampant arousal for anything else. He couldn't believe he was standing next to the one who'd turned so many people into his laundry. It was surreal.

“So… the shoe room?" The scrawny cleaner asked, gulping as he gestured back to the mudroom.

Alex oinked, “Yeah, a few or so. It's no big deal, just some objects you have to dust… right? Why stop there." The old boar shrugged out of his comfy-looking and well-worn pink and purple bathroom, pulling aside his toy-friend for a moment. Clay's eyes traced the toy's hole. Where there had once been a snout was now a more anus-looking pucker, drooling with pre-cum and lube that lazily dripped to the floor as Alex kicked his bathrobe aside.

Clay snapped out of his distracted state a few seconds later, silently ruminating. He did find it oddly satisfying, stripping those shoes of their colour and pattern and breaking them down bit by bit… But that was because he'd mistaken them for ordinary objects, not people turned into them!

But… Alex was treating them as if they were the same. Was Clay really about to follow through? His boss had never told him anything about cases like these… Although, he supposed that legally, all these things were technically Alex's property… Which meant they had to be dusted.

The scrawny goat shivered with arousal, never having been in such a lurid state before. Nothing in his life had prepared him for something so strange. But, knowing the legendary pleasure of being dusted quite personally, Clay found himself strangely envious of the lucky things.

“Y-yeah, r-right… Hah. Just, objects… God, this is fucking hot…" Clay spat, trying not to hold on his own words for too long before he flicked the vacuum's wheel with a metallic click. He pointed the vacuum to the busted dragon-themed zippo and held the trigger down. A soft whir took the gold and red from the lighter, leaving it black and chrome.

“So, after this…" Alex continued, stroking himself slowly as he watched Clay drag the tube of the vacuum across the shelf, towards a little plastic figure of a tiger raising its paw. The thing slid towards the vacuum's tube, its colour going first. Then the patterns, leaving it bare white plastic devoid of any colouring or shading. The plastic figure was popped off the tube by Clay as he sat it down on the shelf.

“After this," Clay began, gulping hard and scrunching the crotch of his jeans with his free hand again, a useless gesture that did nothing to quell his mind-bogglingly intense arousal. He tilted the vacuum's tube down the shelf, towards a pack of condoms. Just bringing the tube near them sapped them of each of their unique colours and patterns.

Some of the condoms, unlucky or lucky donors who'd volunteered to be transformed for only one month, were sucked straight up the tube!

Others were drained of their bright colours and patterns, faces and decals of their bodies sucked off the packaging and turned to fine atomized dust. Each of them silently experiencing the most intense arousal of their lives as decades of memories were atomized out of existence. A group of uniquely horny individuals reduced to mindless horny objects, begging mentally for anyone who could hear to use them.

Clay pulled away and gulped. “Sorry, I just meant to tease some of them… I mean, if I-I was one of them I'd want to be teased…"

He couldn't help but feel oddly horny just imagining what the experience of the remaining condemns must be. The mostly uniformly grey, bland condoms sat in the now considerably emptier bowl.

Alex oinked, “Y-Yeah, man! I totally agree. This is hot… I should record this!" The old boar exclaimed, suddenly reaching one hand down his side, searching for his phone. His large bloodshot eyes trailed the floor, then the discarded purple and pink bathrobe he'd left in a heap near a sofa. Then, his attention turned to the barely-fitting, well-stained former canine around his hips. The horny old boar's bush and thick, meaty rod was tenting the blurred muzzle of the former footballer into a distorted mess, pre-cum adding another dark grey stain to the material. The ripped fabric stretched, popping more seams along the worn elastic waistband as Alex slowly made his way towards the sofa, barely-covered dick in hand.

“Wait. Are you serious?" Clay angrily spat as Alex flipped the fleshlight around his wrist, turning it into a thick silicone wristband, their horny expression stretched across the band itself.

“Feels… Nice!" The living wristband exclaimed in a tinny voice as its lips curled into a gleeful static smirk.

“Wait, man, seriously… I don't know if I want you to record me, this feels weird…" Clay murmured, gulping as he looked back at the nearby shelf full of various phallic toys. Some had little photos next to them, others had just names printed on little cards. It was a strange display. Most of the objects lacked any sort of dust, so the goat knew they were newer possessions. The thought of dusting someone who'd just been transformed was weirdly daunting, but strangely enthralling.

Alex turned around and began lumbering towards the coffee table as the goat peered back at the many, many objects, before bending down and searching his discarded bathrobe for his phone. “Hmmf, it's fine! Don't worry about it. You can dust the phone when you're done with me and all this crap anyway." Alex said with a dismissive hand wave, showing off his living partner-turned-wristband in the process.

This is crazy, there's so many of them! Clay considered as he put the vacuum back to its lowest settings, then switched it off and set it down on the floor near the shelf.

His gloved hands traced the various objects. A huge horsedick dildo with two huge nuts. A meager double-ended dildo with a photo of two felines hugging nearby. Clay started to understand the way it was all set up, gawking at the number of them. The most peculiar toy featuring a pair of feline photographs stood out to him, mostly due to its unusual shape and size.

“So… this is you, before…" Clay gulped as he poked the two-ended dildo. He'd have to dust it, too. Or was it… two people? There were a pair of photos flanking the two-shafted toy. There was far more than just this shelf, looking around the room. Not to mention, the kitchen… Alex's bedroom. Surely he had a laundry bin or two's worth of living clothes strewn about the whole house. It was all so strangely daunting, bringing Clay's heart to beat faster and harder. But at the same time, if he just… didn't think about it. It felt just as satisfying as it did when he dusted mundane things. It was like any other job, he just had to take things slow. It didn't help that the old horny boar was rubbing off on him.

Alex snickered as he fetched his phone and began loading up the streaming app. He grabbed a joint from the crowded coffee table and lit it on his way over, holding it between his thick boarish lips as he returned to standing by Clay, still waiting for the livestream app to load up on his phone.

“Oh, C'mon ,an, this is already so fucked…" Clay said before he sighed as Alex handed him the joint. He pressed it to his lips with uncanny familiarity. Clay had quit smoking weed around two years ago, but in a situation like this, it was a welcome vice. He exhaled and felt a little lighter already.

“Take another hit, then we can continue. Don't worry, we aren't quite live yet…" Alex grunted as he fiddled around with settings, naming his stream and setting permissions. Final stream - Whole collection gets dusted live + me

Already, the stream had about a dozen regulars flooding in. It didn't take long for another twelve to show up, doubling by the second as Alex checked his framing. Clay didn't really react, mostly unaware that Alex was streaming footage of him casually smoking a joint while staring at that double-ended dildo.

“Hey everyone, it's Alex! I'm streamin' cuz my buddy here is from one of the local cleaner companies, guess my landlady didn't like what happened to her husband! Well, as you guys know he begged me for it… Anyway. I'm down to be dusted, but I want to see the collection go first. So, buddy here is gonna suck up all the premium supporters first, then we'll probably uh…" Alex peered around.

“Head to the uh, kitchen? Er, then the bathroom and the bedroom, laundry alcove…" Alex noted aloud, more to Clay than to his many watchers.

[Boarfood3]: Whaaaaat! But my buddy's over there. Does that mean he's getting dusted?

[A$hfuerdbear]: Suuuuuuuks o well lol mb itll be hot

[B33f3At3r]: Brrrrroooo whattt??? My home is still there, you turned him into a buttplug last week!

[Inani_Mate]: Sad! Shame about the collection :< at least we get to watch

[Buttsniff3r2]: Whaaaat, but… what about all the premium supporters & stuff, he's just gonna let them all get dusted??

Clay rolled his eyes and carried on, trying not to make too much of a show of what he was doing.

With a flick of the switch, Clay switched the vacuum back to safe colour-draining levels, accidentally holding the button down and drawing the colour from a bright blue buttplug. The faint colourful dust was sucked into the vacuum and dusted, only to be followed with the now grey buttplug a second later.

Alex fondled himself as he recorded Clay as he smiled nervously at the camera briefly while he set the vacuum to a higher setting. “Uh, hi. Sorry." He said rather shyly, before turning away from the camera.

He aimed the nozzle at the top row of the first cabinet, gulping as the nozzle swallowed the photograph of a proud retriever, along with the set of anal beads he'd been reduced to. They rattled noisily down the tube before disintegrating into a few tiny grains of grey dust.

[Tfmepls]: wth is this, why is some guy vacuuming up all of Alex's knicknacks? WAIT, ISN'T THAT THE PREMIUM SHELF?!

[Inani_Mate]: Really? Did you read the title of the stream? He's getting dusted. And the collection too Ig lol…

[Kenbear]: Rouuugggh! Alex is gonna be pissed when he sees all his stuff getting dusted

[B33f3At3r]: Is it messed up that I'm fapping to this? Oh shit there goes my buddy!!!

[Kanada04]: Hot!!!! Omfg I wanna get one of those vacuums…

Alex snerked at the chat, as Clay's nozzle passed over a flat translucent acrylic encased elf figure keychain and the photo of a muscular human guy next to it. The two objects rattled down the nozzle before joining the rest of the dust in the glass chamber attached to the vacuum. Every object dusted only served to turn Clay on even more. He ordinarily took his time but he felt uncomfortable doing it to these objects, knowing they were actually… aware? He wasn't quite sure how. He looked over his shoulder at the scruff old boar recording him and squeezing his shaft. He's so casual about this. Most guys I've dusted usually beg for sex or something by now…

Clay's eyes traced the next shelf as he finished dusting every item off the first one. A watch and a photo of the squirrel guy it used to be, some empty multicoloured and patterned party balloons with a group photo next to it. A very wrinkly old deflated balloon poodle and a strip of photos from some kind of mall booth laid nearby.

I sort of wish I could hear what they think… I wonder what they think about before they get sucked up? Clay thought with a huff as he aimed the nozzle at the balloons. One after the other, the zebra, bull and boar-themed party balloons and their group photo slipped into the nozzle of the vacuum, crumpling and slapping around the plastic grey nozzle before each one was instantly vaporized into dust ejected into the glass chamber. There was barely more than a few intact grains sitting on the largely empty container. It wasn't uncommon for Clay to leave a job like this with not even a single full canister.

Various horny minds met sudden walls of silence as they were instantly reduced to tiny particles of dust, collecting in the vacuum's vial. By the time the last shelf was cleared, the vial was a little under one sixteenth full. Clay couldn't help but rub at his crotch, but it did little to quench the burning desire he'd been building up with every object and portrait dusted.

Alex wasn't far behind, he'd long gotten distracted stroking his cock, leaving the torn jockstrap to soak up dribbles of pre-cum from his balls as he stroked himself more feverishly, oinking and grunting periodically as Clay finished up.

The frail goat cleaner couldn't help but shiver in arousal. His mind was burning with desire, desire to be on the other end of the tube in this situation…

All the same, he kept his gloved hands steady, blinking each time another object noisily scrunchend up and turned to dust in the vacuum's long grey plastic mouth.

Condom after condom flew into the vacuum's tube, each one shocked by the sensation of being sucked upwards before being immediately erased. The bowl went last, clinking against the hose before it unnaturaly crumpled and slurped into the hose, it too reduced to tiny carbon specks seconds later.

Clay periodically pulled the joint from his mouth and exhaled, long and hard. The high was calming him somewhat, but he was so painfully horny that it was getting hard to think straight. He handed the joint back to Alex as he flicked the wheel on the vacuum and began to suck the doors off the hinges on the cabinet. The force of the vacuum caused them to violently rattle, pulling the screws straight out of the wood. The goat acted so nonchalantly, eyelids heavy as he sighed contentedly.

Alex gawked as the doors flew off, crumpled up like paper and slurped into the vacuum's long, slender grey tube. A meagre grain or two of atomized dust was all that was left. He stroked his cock excitedly and openly, stripping off his torn underwear with his tail as he kept recording Clay, speechless.

[Vorny384]: Duuuude, that was awesome!

[Sandra555]: Hey, has anyone seen my bf? He's a brown mustang, 6'2", mid 20s. Haven't seen him for a few days and he mentioned someone that looks a lot like that old boar who's filming this?? Anyone know?

[Tfmepls]: this is so hot he's dusted like soooo many people already does he even know? Lol…

[Inani_Mate]: Sorry @[Sandra555], pretty sure I saw a horsecock dildo get dusted a few seconds ago

[Kenbear]: Yeah, what's gonna happen to all the premium subscribers that got tf'd? Some of my friends are on that shelf in the foreground!

[B33f3At3r]: this is so hot ngl, but yaaa srsly that's a lot of dusted fans, are the friends/fams of these ppl gonna get some dust in an envelope as a souvenir or something lol?

The chat could only continue unanswered, many users pointing out that some of the recently-dusted were premium members, friends and brothers of some users, husbands of others. The chat was inflamed, unsure of how to respond but most seemed extremely turned on by the bizarre and grim turn of events. The chat flew by frantically, leaving Alex little time to respond.

Either way, Alex saw the silver lining and little else. He couldn't believe how horny he was, turning his partner back into a fuck-toy with one hand while he balanced himself on his tail, keeping his other arm up and aimed on the action. Clay was indisposed, focussed on continuing his work as if the job was no different than any other. The vacuum's nozzle sucked up more photos, little paper nametags displaying screen names. A sticker of a brightly coloured fox was sucked up, then a rabbit turned into some kind of garish bright pink rubix cube, totally unsolvable. It crumpled into pieces in the vacuum's nozzle and was soon reduced to fine grey dust.

Alex just thrust into his living toy's self-lubricating hole, momentarily lost in the feedback loop of pleasure from using Croix, as Clay carried out his usual business; Turning shelfload after shelfload of sentient objects into dust.

W-wait, I'm not suppose- A living coin thought for a brief moment that it would return to normal before he was pulled down the tube, but a wash of warmth and euphoria ultimately ended the coin's brief experience as an object. A single grain of dust fell into the canister and crumbled into fine powder a second later under the weight of three others.

Alex couldn't help himself, eyes rolling in his head as he oinked and huffed, hit with the sort of mindless horny that struck only when his arousal hit a feverpitch. The phone slipped out of his hand, clattering to the floor as he spread his legs, squirming and oinking with no shame while Clay dusted object after object without a hint of hesitation.

The entire sum of sixty eight or so premium supporters who'd paid to be knicknacks for a few weekswere now just dust in a vacuum, no way back and no thoughts to speak of. Alex huffed as he reflected on those thoughts, maddeningly horny with the desire to be next to roll down the tube. He picked up his phone from the floor, swirling his silicone fiance around his hand like a drum stick before transforming them back into a suitably handy wristband.

Clay took a small break and finished off the joint Alex had treated him with, putting it out in a surprisingly damaged ashtray. It was solid black, circular. It was covered in chips that revealed the dusky white fired clay underneath the black glazing, but it was so heavily damaged that he couldn't even tell what it was meant to be. The way that Alex talked though, he figured it didn't matter much anymore anyway. The goat gingerly tapped the broken ashtray with a gloved, hooved finger. His glazed, bloodshot eyes scanned the room.

His now fried mind was on how to proceed. Clay figured he'd start with the furniture on this side, then head back and do the rest of the shelves and mundane-looking stuff, like the tv and the console. His eyelids were heavy, his thoughts a little airy and syrupy as his handpaw trailed down to the crotch of his navy blue jumpsuit.

“So, u-uhm… You're a-a-a fleshsculptur?" Clay asked shakily. He was unbelievably high, but still somehow hoped he didn't come off as unprofessional.

“Mmmhm~ Hey guys! This is the one doing the dusting. No hate, okay? Clay's a good guy. He's just doing his job. Besides, it's gonna be so hot! *OINK*" Alex responded excitedly as he continued to record Clay as he paced in the living room. The chat filled with even more questions and excitement.

Clay's bloodshot glassy eyes trailing across the sofa, the chairs, the table. So many things that could be secretly alive, watching him. Ignorant of the camera focussed intently on him as he wandered in a semi-circle, vacuum drawn like a gun.

“Do you want to see how it feels?" Alex asked Clay. The stoned goat gulped audibly. “W-what do y-you mean?"

“L-Like, transform?" Clay gasped. His arousal was getting untennable again. He shuddered in a mix of arousal and weird discomfort. It was strange to think about what Alex was offering.

“No, silly… but I mean, we could do that too, if you want. What does chat think? One last sculpt before I go down the tube?" Alex asked on his audience's behalf, glazed eyes reading the chat's speedy responses.

[Boarfood3]: Hell yessss! I wanna see a goat guy plush.

[Tfmepls]: Dammit, I wish I had paid to be on the shelf sooner!

[Inani_Mate]: You'd be dust by now, lol.

[Danfurlion3]: Anyone seen Todd? He's my fiance, he visited Alex's place last friday but I haven't heard from him since?

[Alex5slut]: DO IT!!!!

“W-well, I-I-I don't know a-a-about th-a-a-t…" Clay stuttered, letting out an almost sheep-like baaa noise as he shook his head. Stay focussed, this is a job. Don't let the absurdly horny and attractive dad-boar trick you into becoming dust.

“Awww, really? Fine… Have it your way. Would you like to see how they feel?" Alex asked, gesturing at a handful of pre-rolled joints.

“What?" Clay asked, bemused. His lips curled into a smile despite his shock at the question. Is he asking me if I want to get even higher?

“These joints, here… These are a few uh, stoners from one of the nearby universities. They wanted to see how it feels to be a joint, so I let them stay the night as some pre-rolleds. Hot, right?" Alex teased, picking one up and licking it from filter to tip. “'Cept, since this is our last day, I figured I'd light up a few. Might as well. I figured, I could show you a little trick I can do." Alex explained as he set his phone down again. The stream's chat went wild, tons of strangers asking if their friends or lovers were among the joints about to be smoked.

“H-huh?" Clay stammered, looking down at the roach he left in the busted ashtray. “Th-that's…"

“Mmmhm. I mean I don't know why this is so surprising to you, vac bud! You already slurped like a fifth of my collection into dust. Fuck, just thinking about it is making me hard… *GRRRN*" Alex huffed and stroked his cock without a care in the world, only to hesitantly remove his living wristband again. The sound of his sentient sextoy partner's moans replaced the momentary silence as the very stoned goat reflected on what the boar told him.

The wristband was shifted into a simple sex toy of sorts, a disposable kind that was sort of like a hyperstretchy egg. Clay tried not to pay them any mind, instead reflecting on the thought of the joints. Then, he recalled something of a bothersome problem that Alex could resolve with his fleshcrafting…

“Nnnggh… Fuck, You can um. You can… fix things, right?" Clay asked, rather spontaneously, to Alex. The scrawny goat switched off the vacuum and set it down nearby for a moment, urgenty scrunching the fabric at the crotch of his navy blue jumpsuit in a vain attempt to reduce his inflamed arousal.

The boar's tail idly wrapped around the goat's right ankle. “Mmm, I can…"

Clay peered down at the ashtray. “Why didn't you fix this one?" The stone goat asked, hoping to get a few more answers out of the baked old oaf.

Alex snickered as he lit the joint in his mouth. The chat was going wild overhearing this conversation, but neither the old boar nor the scrawny goat paid it any mind.

“It didn't want to be fixed. Not sure it ever wanted to be anything but trash, that one." The boar snickered almost sinisterly as he took a long drag and coughed hard into his fist.

Clay's eyes widened. “Didn't… want to be f-fixed? So…" Clay stammered, trying to understand why a broken object wouldn't want to be repaired. He was too high to focus on it for too long, already feeling like he'd had his thought derailed. The goat spent a few seconds idly scratching his chin, trying to recall what he as going to ask the old boar.

“Mmnf, fuckin' uni stoners make the best weed, don't know what it is…" Alex said as his cough calmed down.

“Alright, a-alright… Whatever, okay. Listen. Sooo…" Clay sighed. He wondered if he should even bring it up. He whipped his phone out of his pocket, checking the time only to realize he was running behind.

“Fuuuucck! Okay, never mind… I'm sorry Alex, I really like you and all. But, I gotta clean this place up. Um. What did you mean when you asked me if I wanted to see how they feel?" Clay asked as he peered down at the joints. One fewer now that Alex was actively smoking one. The aroma was pungent and thick in the air, wisps of grey smoke furling from the cherry of the joint hanging from the boar's thick lips. His tusks poked out of his lower lip a little, leaving smoke to occasionally pour out from the opening.

“Well, if I touch you and touch anything I've sculpted someone into… Well, you'll be able to hear their thoughts. And feel what they feel." Alex said with a soft oink.

“R-Really? Uh, okay!" Clay said with a dopey grin as he approached the cluttered coffee table. He could hardly believe Alex, but considering what he'd done to all these people, there was no doubting his abilities. If it wasn't for how friendly and… well, attractive he was, Clay would've been way more nervous.

“Here, let's do it with this one." Alex said, taking the joint out of his mouth. He held it as if to pass it, instructing Clay to gingerly touch both his fingers and the joint simultaneously. As the stoned goat did so, he didn't immediately feel any different…

But, then Clay heard it.

Ooohhfuck, feels incredible… so hot, burns, but, doesn't hurt… unnfffggghhhh….

It sounded like some stoner, for sure. A voice that Clay didn't recognize. It was a guy, younger than him by a few years but he couldn't tell exactly who they were just from hearing them moan about how pleasant it felt to be burning.

Please, please take a hit off me! F-feels so incredible, in your body, in your blood, lungs… mnnnffff, smoking away… can't think, getting harder… so hard to focus, thoughts… I should be worried, but… I… feel so good…

Clay pulled away, shivering and panting. He could hardly stand how horny he was, it was mind-numbing!

“Amazing, right?" Alex said as he took a drag off the joint and tapped the excess ash into the nearby busted ashtray.

“I… I can't believe how it felt. It was crazy! No wonder you own so many transformed people…Are all transformations that pleasurable?" Clay asked, still huffing and squirming from lingering arousal. He couldn't get the stranger's blissful intonation out of his mind. The feeling of becoming smoke, drifting in the air and into his nostrils. He was breathing that guy in, right now. The thought just served to make him even hornier, rubbing his knees together in some effort to vent the spastic energy.

“Mmm, being smoked is… special. Same with being eaten, or so I've felt. But uh. Yeah! It's pretty damning… Can't really turn someone back from ashes, y'know. Anyway… Seems he's cool with being smoked. I'm glad about that. Anyway, wanna suck one up and see how they feel on the way out?" Alex said with a fat grin.

“On the way out?" Clay asked, blinking dumbfoundedly. He picked his vacuum up and looked it over. His hands felt oddly sweaty, like just the possibility of fucking up and dusting himself was looming over him. His blazed mind worried about what might happen if he was too stoned to handle the responsibility of the vacuum.

But, the boar's impossibly large and long tail flopped gently on his shoulder like an encouraging pat.

“Hey, vac-bud! You should probably pick up where you left off, lots to do… You alright?" Alex asked, idly stroking his cock with his partner-turned-toy in one hand while he held his phone aloft in the other.

“Y-yeah, sorry. Uh. Just afraid of accidentally dusting both of us." He said with a soft giggle as he double-checked the settings, letting out a sigh of relief as he flicked it back down to a safe level. It'd only be capable of removing hair and blemishes on the lowest setting.

“Haaah! Yeah, that'd be a tough way to go. How often does that happen?" Alex asked, shoulder-bumping the rail-thin goat. Clay was sent tumbling over, tripping against the coffee table and sending everything on it flying across the dirty hardwood floors of Alex's abode.

The hazy cloud of smoke in the air swirled around as Clay caught himself a little too late, grabbing hold of the armchair's limbs as the ashtray hit the ground and exploded into chunks. The pieces flew under the sofa and the chairs. Some pieces flew as far as where the cabinet was, some went under the console. But that was just the beginning. A few half-finished cans of soda were spreading across the floor, mixing with the ashes and a ton of ground weed that was now scattered everywhere.

“Oh, shit! Sorry man, glad you're okay. What a mess… Good thing you've got that vacuum, right?" Alex teased.

Clay picked himself up and gulped, looking over the damage. The few remaining pre-rolleds were soaked in day-old soda and covered in ashes now. A couple of pizza boxes had been thrown to the ground too. He wondered how much of the mess was conscious, and how much was just random ordinary things as he increased the vacuum's suction by a level and began pressing the tube to the hardwood.

It sucked up the liquid, the ash and a few fragments of the broken ashtray, dusting them all with little fanfare. Next would be the joints, a few cans and bottles. THWIP-THWIP-THWIP!

All of the mess was cleaned up in seconds. Even the table had been compressed into fine grains of grey powder.

“Such an efficient machine! I really wish I bought one when I had the chance. Maybe I'd have kept this place cleaner?" Alex thought aloud to himself as he recorded Clay examining the glass container attached to the vacuum. It wasn't even close to a 9th of the way full yet and the table was gone, along with everyone and everything that had been on it.

The chatters weren't quiet about this, but Alex was too stoned to care or notice. A lot of them wondered what the hell was happening, seeing some unfamiliar goat idly sucking up a mess that he'd apparently made. Others who'd been watching from the start couldn't help but point out who'd just been dusted, familiar with Alex's abode from previous streams of various now dusted objects being transformed from people into things.

“Sorry about that mess." Clay muttered under his breath as he looked over the console and another shelf.

“Can you, uh… show me that trick again?" Clay asked Alex, looking around the room for a suitable object to try it out on.

It was kind of difficult to tell what objects were people and what wasn't, but with a mindful and glazed eye, he caught on. The objects almost always had patterns or designs that reflected their former identity. There was a bag of dice and a set of D&D minis on the shelf, along with some more sex toys and other peculiar knick-knacks. Those might be fun to suck up.

Another object caught his eye on the distant shelf; A tissue box with a pattern that was definitely a zebra's. Alex's camera caught a glimpse of the untouched shelf, stirring the stream's chatters into a frenzy, playing I-Spy and trying to find familiar patterns that might correlate with missing friends, siblings and fellow chatters turned objects.

“Mmm, yeah! Let's do it with this one." Alex said, gesturing with his tail to a super worn-out and heavily faded grey bean bag chair. It was covered in worn tape and had various stains, burns and marks from joints and who knows what else. Little white foam beads poured out of one side, and as Clay got closer, he noticed a missed shard of the ashtray. He sucked it up without a thought.

“Wow, this one's in rough shape…" Clay said as he knelt down to touch the slightly deflated beanbag chair. It had a ripe smell to it, too. A couple of large gashes had been mended with ducttape, but a large one on the side was mended with a slightly off-colour patch of a different white and snowleopard patterned piece of fabric.

“Mmmhm! A real glutton for punishment, that one. Can't really remember much about it now, it's been too long." Alex said with a snicker as he reached down and patted the deflated, worn fabric of the old bean bag chair. It was heavily stained, covered in little holes from claws of various sizes. Little white beads sat around it, having leaked out over time.

Curious, Clay touched the patch of particularly stained and slightly differently patterned fabric. It felt like… linen, or maybe a mix of spandex and something else. It was soft, but. It reminded Clay of the material of Alex's jockstrap. It had been stitched in place, to mend a large tear. There was the faintest blur of shapes that vaguely looked like a euphoric expression, but it was so heavily stained that the goat couldn't really tell what he was looking at.

“Oh! I forgot. This one had a brother, he was my jockstrap back before I got my tail. Mmm, actually from memory, it snapped that day… Yeah, this is him. What's left of it, anyway. I figured the two brothers would want to be together again, so I stitched this piece of him onto his younger brother to mend a big hole a friend of mine made accidentally." Alex said calmly, like he was reminiscing on the past. The fate sounded particularly grim to Clay. After all, why would anyone willingly let themselves become a jockstrap… or a beanbag chair? They seemed like such mundane objects. And brothers? That must've been a trip for the parents to find out about.

“Ready to get a feel for this one?" Alex asked, kneeling beside Clay. He held one hand on the worn 'top' of the beanbag chair, the seat. It was threadbarren, that was how worn it was. He reached his other hand out towards Clay after casually turning his partner or, toy more accurately, into a simple ring.

As soon as Clay's hand touched Alex's, the boar acted like a conduit for the strange sensation emanating from the combined essences of the two former snowleopards.

It was wholly different from the mind inside the joint. The unfortunate stoner stuck transformed as Alex's spliff had been talkative, if not a little… syurpy.

This was nothing like that. He didn't hear a voice, or thoughts. It was this unplaceable feeling, like full-bodied contentment and deep acceptance. Nothing but bliss, but… still, somehow nothing. He shuddered in a mix of arousal and fright, then pulled away.

“This feels so different… It's like two slight humms, overlapped over one another. What happened to them?" Clay asked, in awe.

“Well, from memory the jockstrap pretended it didn't like its shape at first… I think his younger brother came by and saw me wearin' him. He got on his knees and asked if I could do the same to him, but uh… we got to talkin', and he realized he wanted to be a beanbag chair instead of underwear like his big bro." Alex rambled in a drawl, before Clay took his hand again.

“Ready to see 'em off?" Clay asked, trying to hide how horny he was. It came and went and came again, almost maddeningly. Going this long without cumming was starting to make him feel a little crazy whenever he was especially turned on.

“Yup!" Alex said as he gave the beanbag chair a long sniff, then a kiss. “You two made a fine seat for the last few years, but like me, ya gotta go!" He took a step back and caught the bean bag in frame with his phone.

[Iani_Mate]: Broooo that's so hot, I remember when he first showed them off!

[Kanada03]: hahaha this is soooo cute, makes me want to be a beanbag…

[Buttsniff3r2]: Hell yessss, I've jerked off on that beanbag before! Fuck, it probably reeks like sweat and cum…

[Kalsnep]: OMFG! That's what happened to my cousins?!? I heard they hooked up with some boar but I didn't know they got TF'd!!

[Boarfood3]: Shame they're gonna get dusted. Man that jock went through so much lol… wish I was there, I'd love to be one of Alex's jocks…

Clay switched the vacuum up another notch and pressed the tube against the beanbag's side. With a flick of the switch, the faded snowleopard spot pattern of the worn-thin beanbag chair shell pulled taut, sucked into the tube and immediately pulled the whole thing inwards.

The chat responded with a slew of shocked and aroused emojis, but neither Alex nor Clay paid their audience any mind.

Both Alex and Clay recoiled from the intense shared sensation. That almost magnetic aura of contentedness was being intermittently shocked by this intensely pleasurable white-hot feeling. Each time, the aura grew smaller and smaller.

“H-holy, mmnff…" Alex moaned, his cock throbbing as if it was about to climax as he steadied himself, letting go of Clay's hand. The goat gasped as he was freed from the intense sensation, watching in awe as the vacuum tube gobbled up what remained of the two snowleopard brothers in seconds, spitting up a few white foam beads before, FWOMP!

The beanbag chair was gone. Compressed to grains of grey dust, joining a sea of other dust, devoid of thoughts or feelings. Nothing left of the two horny snowleopard twins who'd shown up at Alex's place out of the blue and begged to be turned into his property all those years ago.

“Hot, hot as hell…" Alex stammered, sighing in relief as his cock throbbed on the cusp of release, but the boar was determined to hold it in. Clay's eyes trailed across his cock and watched as the pot-bellyed boar let his arousal fade.

Nothing remained of the bag but a piece of tape with some threads and a smattering of little white beads. Alex shuddered in arousal as Clay huffed, reaching down to suck up the last little bits.

“W-what was that?" Clay asked nervously as he peered around to find the next thing to slurp up with his vacuum.

“That feeling? Mmm, that was what it was like to be uh, atomized by that thing." Alex said, gesturing at the vacuum in his hand.

“N-no, the-the other thing, that aura." Clay said, struggling to find words to describe what he'd felt. The perplexing sensation of contendedness replaced the coherent thoughts he'd heard when Alex let him sense the joint's thoughts. Little was left of it but a stub sticking out of the bearded boar's thick lips. Clay wondered if it was even still sentient, smouldering like that.

“Ohh, that! That's um. Well… How do I put it simply? When I reshape a person, it's sorta like um… Reshaping the white of an egg." The old boar said as he scratched his chin with his phone. The stream was a bit baffled by being silent observers to the situation, having been left on the floor while Alex and Clay knelt around a familiar old bean bag chair.

Clay could barely comprehend what Alex was starting to ramble about, but some semblance of understanding blossomed in his mind gradually. Some of the chatters caught on, too. Some of them spammed nerd emojis along with 'GRANDPA LORE', while others pondered the implications for all the unfortunate objects in Alex's collection.

“The soul, or… er, mind, I guess. Personality, emotion, thought, et-cetera, all of that is like a yoke. See, it's all good and fine if I reshape your white. As long as you aren't super happy to stay that way, you'll naturally return to your original shape. But, there's things that… break the yoke, I guess." Alex said with a sigh, looking over at another few missed chunks of the ashtray that had hit the floor.

“Oooohh… So…" Clay muttered, still a little too high to comprehend the wisdom he was receiving.

Alex helped carry him to the finish line. “More or less, the more you want to remain something, the harder it is to snap back to that original shape. Eventually, that yoke breaks and mixes with the whites. I guess that's kind of a blunt way to put it, heh… it's more nuanced than that, but it's difficult to explain." The boar said, toying with his partner-turned fleshtoy for a few moments, idly stuffing a finger into a hole and wriggling it around.

“Ooohh… S-so, that aura… Is that what's left of the 'yoke'?" Clay asked, finally starting to grasp what Alex was aping at.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorta! I mean, basically real objects are, uh… inert. They don't have yokes at all. So when you are so comfortably adapted to an object's shape, it's like um… It sorta moulds your yoke, too. And because objects don't usually have yokes, it… sorta just blends it up into a euphoric slurry. It's like everything that was you, mentally anyway, just sorta dissolves." Alex said matter-of-factly, despite being at least as high as Clay was.

“Whoa… So, then… They'd been transformed for that long?" Clay muttered aloud, he thought it was a stupid question a second later but Alex took some time to quietly think about it.

“Yeah! I can't even remember when it was, now… But uh, it can happen without it being too long either. Sometimes if a person's just really happy to be something, they uh… accelerate that process." Alex said with a curt oink.

“Wow. So, why do so many people want you to transform them?" Clay asked as he vacuumed up the mess left behind. No trace was left of the beanbag chairs. He moved on to the TV console, turning the vacuum up a few notches. Alex watched in awe as the vacuum casually crumpled the whole 50" flatscreen like it was a piece of paper, reducing it to more dust.

“I, well…" Alex cleared his throat, flaccid cock throbbing back to life again. He took the joint out of his mouth and flicked it in the direction of the vacuum, watching it get sucked in alongside the console and all of the many hard copies of games, movies and television shows. There might've been one or two transformees in there too, but Alex couldn't recall if there was or not. Either way, the whole thing clattered as it stuck to the mouth of the vacuum, before impossibly crumpling inwards, devoured by the vacuum's plastic tube with a loud whine and subtle wheeze, before a tiny puft of dusty grains fell into the glass canister. All that remained of that piece of furniture and all that was within it. The canister was barely even a tenth full. Alex was gobsmacked at how incredibly efficient the vacuum seemed to be.

“Ahem, um… Well, people just like weird things. Honestly, I think some people are more fit to be objects. It just takes someone like me to help them realize that. And, I mean. Some folks just love how it feels. Life is always busy, y'know. You run around with your head full of thoughts and ideas and fears, you've got full autonomy and responsibility over yourself and others… Being an object, just a piece of property… frees you from all that." Alex said with a snort, as Clay casually vacuumed up a cord. The tail end whipped around a little before it was dusted, too. Alex couldn't help but watch it whirl around, whipping at the floor and the wall before it was gone. Would his tail do the same thing on the way out?

“I guess that makes sense. I knew a guy who was really into uh, vacuum vids. He really loved these things, in uh… not so healthy way. He didn't make it long, the boss said he had an accident while vaccuuming up some dorm at the nearby university and got sucked in. I knew better, guy was always teasing himself with it." Clay prattled on while he set the vacuum to a lower level of suction.

“Wow… Can't imagine how it must feel." Alex said thoughtfully, scratching his bearded chin as he idly turned Croix back into a simple fucktoy; A snout poking out of a plastic container. This time, he let his lover be a little more animate.

“Oooh, this is different!" It spoke in an oddly squeaky voice.

“Mhm! I figured since we're gonna be dusted together, I ought to let you have the freedom to chat." Alex said with a snicker, as he pressed his cock's head against the toothless maw.

Whatever they were about to say, the gargantuan cock stifled the speech and muffled them. Clay couldn't help but blush, thinking about what it must be like to have a flesh sculpture as a partner. Clearly, it was next level.

“I can't imagine what that must feel like." The goat said as he watched Alex idly pump his cock in and out of the living fleshlight.

“Mmm, it loves to be used like this! I don't know much about you, Clay, but I bet you'd enjoy being an object for a while. Not that I want to press that on you. Hope I'm not keeping you too busy, either." Alex said slyly, recording himself pumping his cock while carrying on the conversation with ease.

Clay blinked and looked away. He was flustered beyond belief, but had no way to deal with it. He just sighed and focussed on the job. The old boar was right, no matter how hot he was, he was just another target. He had to get this done on time.

So, Clay moved on. He vacuumed up a chair, cushions and all… Then the sofa's cushions. A weird gummy blob of black and white flopped onto the floor, stepped on by the goat as he idly moved to vacuum up the rest of the sofa, taking the weird blob with it in time.

Alex only vaguely recalled what it was. An innumerable amount of debris like food crumbs, bits of weed and dust, that sucked up into the tube with a gentle clattering. Bits and pieces of other unfortunate transformees who had been turned into snacks, weed or something else entirely had been thoroughly mixed in with the mundane.

“Does uh… does doing this turn you on?" Alex asked after a long while of just answering chat's questions. Clay tuned him out entirely, acting a little odd as he brushed off Alex's question and kept vacuuming. A side table and the lamp sitting on it was next. The lamp made a horrible rattling noise as it was slurped up and squeezed like a towel into the tube.

Alex wondered if he should've made more folks into furniture as he watched the last of his living room seating vanish. Then he looked over Clay again. The goat was practically vibrating with energy. He couldn't tell if he was affected by the glimpses into the object's minds, or if it was something else. The goat had stopped talking to him, too. Leaving him to answer some uncomfortable inquisitive minds in the chat of his stream while the goat clicked the settings on his vacuum back to a lower level.

“I-it does, but… I was an idiot one time, and a-ah…" Clay gulped hard. He'd never admitted it to anyone, not even his boss. Nobody knew about it.

“Did… you dust someone you cared about?" Alex asked, curiously. He didn't let up on pumping into his durable, living fleshlight… or recording Clay.

[Bitterbite343]: sad this is the last stream

[Brochacho99]: Fuck! I was supposed to pick my friends up next week but I think they're already gone. Should be a red condom, a green condom and a blue one? Anyone seen them?

[Tfmepls]: Totally hot, I'm recording this rn for when the stream goes down…

[FriedFr0g]: OMG this dude is my plug, wtf?! I left my best friend there, has anyone seen a black lighter?

“Mm, no…" Clay said, not even turning to look at Alex. Instead, he moved to the last piece of furniture in the room. It was a bookshelf, filled with various objects that Clay could easily tell where objects that had been people. He'd picked up on certain little details from the various ones he'd dusted now.

He wasn't upset by any means. Quite the opposite. He was so high and so impossibly, frustratingly horny, that just talking about what he was doing was maddeningly arousing.

“So… What happened?" Alex asked curiously, following Clay to the shelf. He picked up a familiar-looking Zebra-themed tissue box, still full and flipped it over in his hands.

“I turned this one earlier today, pretty sure he said his name is… Manny?" Alex said unconfidently, smirking as he set his partner down on the shelf for a moment. Clay's eyes traced it, along with the other objects on the shelf. The boar set it back down and patted it gently, like a pet. Then smirked at Clay, looking him over for signs of arousal. The goat was downright trembling, but no sign of a boner.

“So, what's this collection about?" The goat asked, looking over the other objects. There was that bag of dice, all those little minifigures and some other game memorabilia. Some figures that were bigger, articulated. Popular characters from games and movies that Clay was surface-level familiar with.

“Mm, these are all folks who just wanted to be transformed for a little while. A day to a week at most. Most of 'em are repeat customers. Don't worry about 'em though, they'll all be excited to be dusted." Alex said as if he knew them that well, when he barely recalled the name of half the objects on the shelf.

This isn't working. Clay thought, grinding his teeth. Finally, he let out a frustrated sigh.

“So. I know this is a weird thing to ask, you did this to all these people. But, would you be able to um, f-fix something?" Clay asked nervously.

“... Fix something? Like, one of these?" Alex asked, picking up a figure from the shelf. It was an action-y figure of some anime character he didn't know the name of. With a pop, the boar's sweaty palms broke it flatly in two.

“W-whoa!" Clay said, shocked at the display of power. Alex just chuckled and pressed the broken halves of the toy's torso together. The mind within the figure was reeling from this strange sensation, in love with it but also shocked. As the halves merged into one, Alex peered at Clay searchingly.

“What's broken?" The boar asked, a snort following his question as his dark hazel eyes traced Clay's nearly rail-thin frame. The goat's baggy uniform made him seem bigger than he was.

Clay gulped hard. “Well, I…" He looked at Alex, then the phone, then down at the crotch of his suit.

“Oooohh… Wait, so… You dusted your own dick?" Alex said with an oink of surprise or arousal, Clay wasn't sure which. The boar idly stroked the shaft of the fleshlight, watching its anus pucker hungrily, silicone glistening with lubricant. Alex nearly forgot he was holding his phone, obliviously pointing the camera right at the cleaner's oddly flat blue uniform-covered groin. Not even a bump remained, just the outline of Clay's thighs leading to a vacuous spot beneath the navy-blue material of his jumpsuit.

“Dude, yeah! But, keep it private. You might be getting dusted today but I gotta keep on keepin' on after this, you know?" Clay spat as he tried to turn Alex's camera away from his crotch.

“Do you want me to fix it or not?" Alex said with a snort, chuckling as Clay rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, let him fix your dick!" A squeaky voice came from Alex's sex toy, still gently rolling back and fourth on the shelf. Clay figured this job would stick in his mind for a while, that was for sure.

“Okay, okay! Fine. Please?" The goat asked, as he unzipped his navy blue jumpsuit. With a zip, the front came open and revealed the frail salt and pepper silky fur of the goat's chest underneath the top of the jumpsuit.

“Wow, you just wear an a-frame and underwear under that?" Alex said with a snort as Clay nerviously pulled his boxers down, revealing quite a sight.

There was a little semi-circular spot where the goat had accidentally vacc'd off his rod and one nut. Leaving behind a sack with just a single marble in it. The goat squirmed constantly, as if he was intolerably horny. Alex had heard rumours of what having your dick removed by the vacuum did, but seeing Clay's resistance to it was surprising.

“Mmnff, j-just hurry, please, I can't wait any longer! Fuck, I haven't cum in ages…" Clay groaned, uncaring who heard what he said at this point. If he got fired for getting a target to make his dick exist again, he didn't care. He just felt bad for Alex, he was obligated to dust him no matter what. And with all the damage Clay's already done to his collection, there wasn't much reason not to continue.

As the chat went wild - mostly still obsessed with what Alex had said about the shelf full of objects a bit earlier, Alex sat his phone down on the floor and knelt down again, grunting as his tail curled up beneath his wide rump to act as support. He huffed as he got to eye-level with the rail-thin goat's crotch.

“Mhm… Mhm… Yep, I can definitely fix this. One thing, though."

“Uggggh, what?! Just, please do it already!" Clay groaned back.

“You've gotta fuck me with it, before you dust me." Alex replied, snorting with a grin on his lips.

“F-fine, okay, just… give me back my rod and jewel please… Please!" Clay insisted. He wasn't able to really articulate himself very well with how mind-numbing his sexual frustration was. It hadn't been this bad since the week he'd lost it, but Alex's collection had sent him over the edge.

His knees buckled the second Alex's sweaty hands began to work away at the soft, exposed pink patch of skin. As he rubbed and stroked, he could feel follicles tingling. Hairs sprouting. Fur regrowing. But more than that. He felt a little dizzy, as Alex's hands worked the flesh around his crotch and his remaining ball, gently sculpting him a whole new erection by taking some of the fat from his thighs and ass and working them in to thicken and lengthen it. Before long, it was larger and more perfect-looking than Clay remembered! He just stood there, stoned and drooling as he watched Alex gingerly sculpt his new package, lost in the amazing warmth and sensation of Alex's hands working his flesh like his namesake.

“T-this feels… amazing…" Clay managed to moan as Alex softly oinked and adjusted his position on his tail, the gruff boar's own enormous cock throbbing idly as he pinched and squeezed, twisted and mushed the form of a large pair of balls between Clay's legs. They were sizeable, but the cost had been a few inches of height. Not that the 4'8" goat even noticed or cared, he was far more obsessed with gasping and stroking the shape of his new dong, his hands getting in the way of Alex's for a few moments.

“Like what you see? You know, you can give it a tug. Make it longer if you want, or shorter, I don't care. So long as you use it on me before I go poof, like that tv." Alex grunted, squirming from his own arousal as he let Clay's hands gently stroke his hyper-sensitive endowment.

He reached down, eyes wide in amazement as pre-cum drooled out of the tip of his new cock. Clay shuddered in awe. “T-this is the best gift, ever!" he blabbered, licking his lips and tugging his cock. It grew a little thinner, a little longer. But still far bigger than before. “This is good!" he said with a grin, accepting a modest size that still reflected his natural one's general disposition.

With a gentle stroke, the cock became rigid, stiffer than before. Orgasmic bliss spread throughout his crotch, bringing him to moan girlishly as his cock suddenly erupted in a meagre spurt of cum!

“A-ah, mmnff… f-fuck, I…" Clay moaned incomprehensibly as he slumped onto the floor, nearly sucking up Alex's ankle in the process. He pulled his hand out of the handle of the vacuum and let it clunk to the floor beside him as he sat there, panting in the afterglow of his first orgasm in years.

“Heheh, I think it suits ya! Sorry 'bout that, the process always leaves ya a little raw afterwards. Good news, it'll be more sensitive and uh, more productive too. Hope ya like bein' leaky." Alex teased with a snicker as Clay processed this new information, still idly stroking his shaft. It felt so alien and yet, so right…

The goat's mind was swirling with all kinds of tantalizing thoughts… He'd felt similar the day he sucked his own cock and ball clean off his groin, but to be bestowed with such a generous gift by someone he'd been hired to dust? Clay was at a loss of words, sitting on the floor, staring at the vacuum with one hand idly stroking the 'least sensitive' parts of his shaft. Clay realized he was trembling. His breath was coming out in deep breaths. Being high, hot and horny had done a number on him.

“You know," The hefty hirsuite boar behind him said with a deep, adult voice. “I kinda envy ya."

He envies me? Clay thought, soft oval-shaped ears twitching at the words. The boar lifted his phone to his face and followed the frantic chat of the stream, snorting quietly to himself.

[Buttsniff3r2]: Wow, can't believe this is the last stream!

[Inani_Life]: This is soooo hot omfg!!!!!

[Brit38883]: HEY WAIT, THAT CONDOM HAD A PHOTO OF MY BF NEXT TO IT! HE'S BEEN MISSING FOR 3 MONTHS!

[Fleshcrafting101]: Yoooo, that's so fucking hot! What a sexy dick!

[Boarfood3]: Duuude, I'm almost positive that one dildo was my lil bro…

[KellyPumba]: Sorrry @[Boarfood3], pretty sure he's dust now, lol. I mean rip his whole collection IG

Habitually, Alex reached for the ring he usually kept close by, only for his heart to sink as he realized, Croix wasn't wrapped around his fingers. He worriedly glanced around but soon exhaled a deep sigh of relief, as his handpaw reached up to grab his idly rolling fleshlight of a partner, planting the squishy lube-drooling anus against the tip of his enormous cockhead.

It took a couple of seconds for Clay to catch his breath. He wasn't sure what to do with the generous endowment! Part of him wanted to try leaning over and suckling it, but the thought of that being broadcast was just as shameful as the rest of this encounter. Clay almost preferred to get business done and over with, but…

He blushed as Alex cast him an idle glance, pumping his thick rigid cock in and out of that plump living fleshlight. Is it weird that I… want to return the favour somehow? He thought idly, looking over at the vacuum laying nearby. He didn't have to dust him. He could just leave, and let someone else do the work.

And risk being dusted yourself, for not doing the job and getting fired? Some other part of Clay chided in. He nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt Alex's heavy right palm gently clasp his right shoulder. He was so small and frail compared to the big, wide and imposing boar.

“Ah! Sorry, heh. I didn't mean to startle you." Alex said as he picked up the fleshlight off the shelf again, whirling it around in his hands, squeezing and rolling it like a little ball of dough until the blotchy blob was reduced to a solid brassy ring again. With a few minor squeezes, Alex adjusted his partner Croix into a suitable ring, his largely simplified head a solid charm affixed to the simple brass ornament.

The hefty boar's hazel eyes traced the stream's chat for a moment. Alex had been avoiding reading it, already beyond horny thanks to the Goat's arrival. But just hearing random strangers asking about their favourite objects was turning him on so much, he couldn't help but get a little sidelined as Clay blinked up at him expectantly.

“R-right! Ah, well… I thought, since this is my last day… Maybe I could treat you?" Alex asked with a strange inflection. Clay blinked as he picked himself up off the ground, blinking down at the vacuum at his hooved feet.

By this point, the room had an audible aroma of the two men's heady arousal. It was impossible to ignore, espescially with Clay's new cock and balls still out on display. The large shaft hadn't softened since it was sculpted, idly throbbing as a bead of pre formed at the tip. Foreskin enshrined his sensitive tip. The blushing, trembling goat avoided touching it, in fear the thing would go off in an instant.

“R-right…" Clay mumbled, still a bit frazzled. This whole visit had turned into a surreal trip. Some part of him was waking up to what Alex was, what his life was about. And yet, it was his job to undo all of Alex's work. To turn him, and everyone he owned, loaned or had over… into dust.

“Your still thinkin' about your job, *SNORT* right?" Alex asked, watching the goat's eyes trace the shape of the vacuum. He stepped between him and it, his thick legs and that large unnatural tail gently pushing it further away.

“It's not as important as celebrating your new dick, is it?" The boar asked, snickering as he set his phone camera-down on the shelf, leaving the chat to fume about all the hotness they were missing in vain.

Clay blinked as the boar reached down, his bloodshot eyes trailing up the goat's exposed grey furry chest, his neck and his eyes. He was so small. Clay was splayed out across the hardwood floor beneath Alex, gulping as the boar's hand touched his thighs softly. His cock thrust autonomously, urged by the slightest stimulation.

“Why don't you let me work that sensitivity out a little, hm?" Alex said with a soft grunt. Clay exhaled dreamily, drinking in the masculine musk that radiated from the two of them. It was heavenly, just to have his dick back… but to have someone willing to test run it? Alex was right. The job could wait.

“Y-yeah, th-that'd be nice. Appreciated, even." Clay stammered, trembling like crazy as the boar snickered. He wondered if the goat even noticed the way he'd subtly infused a bit of his energy into Clay's thighs, granting them a little more mass. The boar shifted, slumping to the floor as his tail slunk around his front side like an enormous intelligent cushion. Clay's jaw parted, his flat white teeth exposed as he let out another dreamy sigh as the boar's hand idly stroked his shaft from base to tip. It quivered and throbbed as a glistening strand of pre drooled from the head.

“Fffffaaack…" Clay practically brayed, his hooved toes clattering against the hardwood as he shifted in his seat from the induced pleasure. It was mesmerising and enthralling, feeling the boar's warm, slightly moist hands gingerly cup and stroke his sack. There was this odd pang, a feeling of greater sexual need. His eyes snapped down to were Alex gingerly stroked his balls, then gingerly rubbed at the tip of his monstrous tail.

"Fuck yeah, *SNORT!* I'm gonna give you everything as you reduce me to nothing!" Alex exclaimed rather suddenly as he massaged Clay's shaft, a not-so-subtle mottled mass of flesh applied and merging with Clay's swelling shaft. Need doubled, his throbbing cock drooling pre-cum like a facuet as his sack grew heavy between his slightly thicker thighs…

“Mmnf, w-wait, what?" Clay murmured, only to let out a deep moan as Alex's hand gingerly stroked the whole of his shaft. He could feel his cock tighten, throbbing needily in the boar's palm before he let go, letting the maddeningly hard organ bob up and down, spurting a stream of clear pre-cum like some kind of reared-up stallion. The arc of translucent pre-cum noiselessly fell to the floor, leaving a sticky trail that led to his crotch.

“Mmmnfff…" Clay's eyes rolled in his head for a moment, the bliss of the stimulation verging on mind-numbing. From behind, the boar oddly mimicked him. With his hands stroking Clay's shoulders, Alex found himself inheriting a lot of the pleasure the goat was experiencing, so much so that he'd pulled both his hands away from the goat's new endowment just to give himself a breather!

“You deserve everything, so why not just take it?" Alex said with a huff as he squeezed the tip of his tail, it's already shriveled in size tip waggling eagerly as he applied more of it's mass to Clay's shoulders, beefing them up as he massaged and encouraged him with a breathy voice in his ear,

“You know what else? After I give you everything, nothing's stopping you from doing what you came here for… I want it, Clay." Alex teased as he massaged more of his tail's mass into the goat's arms, beefing up his biceps and his forearms as he milled over what the husky boar whispered into his ears.

By the second, his navy blue uniform was growing tighter. It had gone from oversized to his size, to a little uncomfortable in the matter of a few minutes. Clay's lips curled into a grin.

He's right, I should just listen to him… He's older than me, he's had more experience. Clay told himself. He wished he hadn't gotten high, his thoughts were jumbled up with Alex's in his mind.

He slowly picked himself up, huffing as Alex's noticeably stumpier tail swatted at his thigh, trapping him before he could lean down to grab the vacuum. A seam across his shoulder popped, ripping from the burgeoning muscle beneath the navy blue fabric of his jumpsuit. Clay gawked at the sound, realizing both sleeves felt frustratingtly tight rather than uncomfortably loose.

A brilliant idea popped into Alex's mind out of the blue, his eyes turning towards the shelf. His hand grabbed the zebra-themed tissue box and his camera.

“Mmm, what are you doing?" Clay asked, oblivious as he fought with Alex's slightly shorter tail. The thing wrapped around his still skinny thigh as he paused to realize, his shoulders and biceps had become noticeably more muscular! He stretched, smirking dumbstruck by the ill-gotten gains as Alex held the camera in one hand, then held the box out to Clay. He hardly even noticed the sound of the other sleeve's seam ripping as he took hold of the tissue box.

“Grab the vacuum, I want you to feel something with me! It's my last day, you can't say shit! *SNORT!*" Alex added with a sly grin.

Whether because he was stoned or because Clay literally owed Alex a favor, The goat just nodded back. The boar's still quite hefty tail moved out of the way as Clay leaned down, grabbing the vacuum. His fingers thumbed the switches, carefully clicking everything back to relative safety, considering the perilous state it had been left in. All it would've taken was a soft kick to dust one or both of them…

“Okay, here's my idea. You take the other half and I'll uh, let you feel what this one feels. I want to talk to you about this, since uhh… well, clearly you're into this." Alex said with a soft groan as he gestured his snout at Clay's cock.

Clay blushed and went wide-eyed, his huge cock throbbing up a storm and spurting another generous squirt of pre-cum as he rushed to cover his… surprisingly huge, rod. The thing was well over eight inches, veiny and thick. He didn't dare touch it, knowing it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. He squinted his eyes shut for a moment, wondering what exactly Alex could want from him as he reached his handpaw out and touched the box.

A light male equine's voice apparated in the back of his mind, speaking quietly but happily and softly.

Oh, hey you two! I heard some weird noises earlier, what's up? The male zebra turned tissue box asked.

“So uh, how long have you had this one?" Clay asked nervously. His cock was pulsing, drooling pre-cum. His knees nearly buckled as he held onto the cardboard box tightly.

Hey! You guys? What's going on? Alex? The tissue box asked quietly, curious about the two ones holding it.

“Hmm? *OINK!* Oh yeah! Uh, Manny or… something, can't really remember…" Alex said with a snicker as he licked his lips. He nearly dropped his phone as he carefully turned it around in his left hand, struggling to get all three of them in frame.

“Ah, sorry, uh… Changed him into this earlier today, just after breakfast. *SNORT!* Sorry, bud." Alex added, glazed bloodshot eyes staring at the box.

Mmmhfff, You don't remember my name? This is so hot… I hope Alex doesn't turn me back soon, I want to stay like this for a while! Hey, are you two even listening? This feels so good but, I really, really want someone to use me. Like, just a single tissue! The zebra tissuebox thought. Manny hadn't been used since he was transformed that morning, although he loved fantasizing about all sorts of terrible endings. He actually got a little addicted to letting the boar turn him into whatever he fancied a few weeks ago, but this was the first time he planned to let Alex hold onto him for a while. He was sure the stranger holding him was probably just a friend of Alex's who'd come to be transformed just like him.

He can't even remember his name? That's… hot. Clay thought as he listened to the box's thoughts and feelings, waiting for Alex to show him whatever he was intending to.

Use me, please! Gosssh, I know it'll make it harder to turn back but… I don't care anymore! It's only been a couple of hours but c'mon, this is so cruel! Use me, please, go on! One of you must have a runny nose or something, c'mon, take a sheet! Manny thought enthusiastically. Clay snickered at the object's thoughts, then peered back at Alex.

“He's really into this, isn't he?" Clay thought aloud, only to see the old boar was staring at his phone's screen.

[Kanada02]: oooh hot tissuebox got one near me rn but mines orange hehe

[Cindra45]: Yoooo! That's my little bro! I knew he'd get turned into something stupid… He's been simping for Alex for weeks now. Lol I kinda hope I get to see it get dusted… is that messed up?

[Zillia4444]: WHAAAT!!! That fucker told me he was visiting family for the weekend, he's sooooo busted!

[Inani_Mate]: Now THIS is interesting!

[Mannysbro]: Yooooo, I made an account just to say DON'T DUST HIM! He's my bro and he's suppose to give me driving lessons next week, plus he owes me like $20.

As Alex glanced down at the chat, a wide toothy grin on his bristly bearded face. “Heh, y'aint gonna believe this, I think his sister and bro are in the chat. Heh, one of 'em wants to see him and one of 'em wants me to dust 'em right away, *SNORT!*" Alex said, teasing the tissuebox and Clay simultaneously.

Wait, my bro and sister can see me?! Oh no, this is so… hot and embarrassing. Ufff, please, use me, w-wait, no, I don't want them to see me like this, this is so fucking weird! The sentient tissuebox thought.

I never thought I'd be into this! Clay thought, mystified as he shuddered. The new, thick musculature of his arms and shoulders reminded him just what he could have, if he agreed to let Alex stick around a little longer. Long enough to give him the body of his dreams…

H-hey! G-guys, what's going on? What's dusting mean? Manny thought. He'd never heard of the term before. He'd heard some sort of distant rumbling noise before he was picked up but didn't think anything of it. Being immersed in objecthood felt perfect, so Manny didn't see any reason to be alarmed just because someone was finally cleaning up around Alex's place.

At least, that was until Manny heard and felt Alex's sympathy. It was odd, undeserved and unexpected. He'd only been transformed for a couple of hours, was Alex about to turn him back? That was the furthest thing from what Manny wanted. His brief time as various ordinary objects in Alex's life had only galvinized his love for being used as an object. It was why he'd requested a tissue box this time. He wanted to be used.

Still, it was strange… Why was Alex acting so strange? So… avoidant. And what did he mean by dust… dusting?

H-Hey, you know um, I haven't been like this for long but I really think it'd be hot if you uh, used one of my tissues to wipe up some cum or something. Yeah, that'd be so fucking hot! Don't you want to use me, new guy? I can tell your horny you know, I can feel it! Yeah, use me! You know you want to! Alex, tell him to use me. It's okay to use me. I want to be used. Please?

The tissuebox was glowing with an eagerness to be used. Touching it, Clay felt this itch-like urge to switch the vacuum on. The longer the former zebra rambled on about how badly he yearned to be used, the harder it got for Clay to resist the urge to flick the power on. He gritted his flat teeth as Alex giggled to himself, distracted by the chat and the ticklishly pleasant feelings of the tissuebox he was holding.

[Zanebr0]: Hey! That fucker owes me like $50, don't dust him! He said he'd be back today!

[Boarfood3]: FFFFFF this is so hot!!! I hope somebody clips all the dustings afterwards!

[Kanada04]: hehehe why not turn the tables on him and turn him into ur deodorant hehe?

[Zillia4444]: I'm donating $40 for you to dust him right now, idc how!!!

[Cindra45]: This is that tissuebox's older sister, do whatever you want to him lol… he's failing his classes rn bc he keeps hanging out at this tubby weirdo's place, serves him right. Here's $20 to dust him.

[Mannysbro]: You guys aren't serious? He's my bro, Alex can just turn him back and let him go! PLS??? Don't dust him, c'mon! Cindra you fucking better teach me if he gets dusted!

[Inani_Mate]: Fuuuucccck this is so hot, I wonder what that cleaner guy is feeling right now! I wouldn't be able to keep it together!

[Buttsniff3r2]: Looool rip Manny, man's about to be atomized.

[Kanada02]: what man I just see a tissue box lol

Kr-click! Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-

Clay didn't feel like slowrolling everything anymore. He turned the vacuum up a setting, high enough to suck away a single tissue on a quick press or dozens if he held the button down. He wasn't sure how much of the zebra had been used, but they looked brand new. Without a moment of hesitation, the grey tube of the handheld vacuum caught the square of white tissuepaper, slurped down the tube with a surprisingly loud FWUMP!

Mmnnnf, yeah! Like that! Use me like that again, that felt so good! The zebra thought, feeling a light, tingly rush of excitement and pleasure as the single tissue disintegrated to a miniscule particle of carbon. The feeling of pleasure was felt by Alex and Clay in kind, and soon another rush of pleasure filled the three of them.

“Mmmmnff! Yeah, see how that feels? Don't feel guilty, nnnf… They want it, I want it, just as badly!" Alex exclaimed with an excited snort as Clay's vacuum sucked up another, then another, and another, and another…

Mmnf, what are you guys doing!? MMnnfff, fuck it feels so good, don't stop! Aaa-mmnff! Manny thought, the living tissue box losing impercievable memories… at first.

Fwump-fwump-fwump-fwump-fwip-fwip-fwip!

A-ah, mmnf, fff! USE ME!! H-holy, a-aahh! Mmrnnf… C-can't, feels weird… BOX GETTING EMPTIER! MMpphhhh… Feels so good to be USED, USE ME! Ufff, can't think straight, I-I just NEED TO BE EMPTIED, I-I can't stop AAH! YES, USE ME PLEASE! Feels so incredible I can't, DON'T STOP USING ME! Manny's mind grew emptier and emptier with every tissue sucked away, page after page of memories, thoughts and experiences hitting the atomizer every second another tissue was slurped up. The white hot flashes of euphoria grew closer and closer, both men holding the box shivering with bliss, smiles spread wide across their muzzles as they found themselves momentarily incapacitated by the sensations!

The disoriented tissuebox sent shocks of pleasure in white hot flashes to each of the men holding it as tissue after tissue was atomized, each one a sliver of Manny's 23 years of life. The more of the tissue box's contents emptied, the simpler and stupider the voice in Clay's mind got. He couldn't help but find himself intolerably horny at that realization, swimming with the arousal they felt as tissue by tissue as the unknown zebra lost more of themselves.

Each piece disintegrated left the Zebra lost, forgetting dozens of memories with each sheet deleted. Names, experiences, places, phrases and memes, each swept away with a shrill fwip!

MmMPHH, please! Use more of me up, yessss that feels so good! I'm a good box, aren't I? Ufff, yes! Use me, use MORE of me! MORE, USE MORE! YES, GOOD BOX FOR OWNER NEEDS TO BE EMPTIER… EMPTY ME! USE ME UP! YES YES!

“MMnnf, that's what I'm talkin' about, *SNORT!* That's what you gotta do… hhhff, that feels amazing…" Alex moaned and oinked, shuddering in bliss as Clay did very much the same, although whilst maintaining a determined expression as he held the button down, gulping hard as his cock throbbed harder and faster, spurting pre-cum messily as he watched the tissue box's contents empty more and more.

J-JUST BOX, USE UP TISSUES, ALMOST EMPTY, FEELS GOOD TO EMPTY BOX, EMPTY BOX FOR OWNER, USE UP TISSUES FOR OWNER, BE LESS, BOX, JUST BOX…

The satisfaction of being 'used' conjoined with the sudden intense pleasure of being erased was inexplicable. It was a euphoria that defied expectation but was beyond anything normally achievable, a result of some strange flukes in how the actual vacuum itself operated, coupled with the feedback loop of psychically connecting to the one experiencing the sensation!

EMPTY BOX EMPTY ME EMPTY BOX. EMPTY ME. EMPTY BOX GOOD FOR OWNER USE BOX EMPTY BOX EMPTY BOX EMPTY BOX EMPTY-

In short, the three of them stood there shaking and nearly jizzing themselves mindlessly, at least until Alex let go of the box. The mostly empty tissue box flopped to the floor with a soft Thwat!

“Heh, *snort!* Pretty sure that was the “yolk" breakin'," Alex muttered, gently exhaling as he looked around for a seat, failing to find one and leaning against a wall. His glazed eyes stared down at the screen, gulping as he read flustering comment after flustering comment.

[Zanebr0]: Dammit! How am I gonna get paid back now???

[Kanada02]: Did I miss anything? Lol just turned a guy into a turd…

[Zillia4444]: wth is a yolk?

[Cindra45]: Bye bye, loser! Ngl this is kinda hot…

[Inani_Life]: OMFG THIS IS TOO HOT LOL! I CAME TWICE!

Alex's cock throbbed hard, his eyes flicking up to the ring on his finger. His partner's familiar smoothened-over coppery features glistened with orange light. He sat the phone face-down ontop of the nearest cabinet, then eyed up the goat who'd come to dust him.

Clay couldn't respond because he was still catching his own breath, lost in the sauce that was feeling that tissuebox's identity being sucked away and atomized bit by bit, the waves of pleasure that urged him on still like a livewire in the forefront of his mind. He stared down at the vacuum, then at Alex.

“You get it now, don't you?" Alex said with a deep chuckle. “Let me finish you off, then you can do me. How's that sound, *Oink!* Clay?"

The goat was just astonished he hadn't climaxed yet. Looking down, his hefty balls looked like swollen tennis balls tucked under the silky greyish fur coating them. His shaft was veiny and thick, throbbing and drooling like a beast he barely had any control over. The thought of collaring the thing was as hot a thought as turning Alex and his entire collection into a single container worth of dust. Clay shivered and twitched with arousal, like his brain and his cock were fusing.

“P-Please, go for it." Clay stammered, breathy. His balls ached with need, all the teasing driving him nutty. The goat felt like he was at that rare state of arousal where everything seemed to turn him on, no matter what. The boar held up the tissuebox to the camera, showing off how empty it was to the surprisingly large crowd of viewers tuning in to the stream, then tossed it towards Clay's thin, long feet.

He bent down and pushed the power of the vacuum up, the whole box sliding towards the nozzle and crumpling inwards on itself. The vacuum's hum grew shrill and loud before the whole crumpled ball of black and white dissapeared down the nozzle, expelled as little more than a couple of inert grains of carbon dropping into the largely empty glass canister attached to the cleaning device.

“You asked for it, let's give that new cock of yours the polishing it deserves… And while I'm at it, I'll make your legs match your biceps." Alex said with a sly grin and a soft grunt, kneeling down and starting with his tail and Clay's feet. He used the smoothened end of his slightly shorter tail like a soldering iron for fleshcrafting, merging the mass with Clay's flesh, burgeoning the formerly rail-thin goat's feet and ankles with greater muscles and size. The goat's body was swelling, straining the tight-fitting jumpsuit across his body as beneath it, he grew bigger and beefier. Soon, the ill-fitting jumpsuit was splitting across his calves, falling off of him in shredded pieces. The pocket with his phone in it collided with the floor with a thud.

Clay just gawked, not wanting to intervene in fear of stopping the intensely empowering sensation of Alex's dutiful fleshcrafting.

Alex didn't stop there, spreading his tail's mass across the goat's shins and up. He was as diligent as a welder and despite how ticklish the sensation felt, Clay was hesitant to intervene. The sensation was so subtle, but as he tensed the new muscles, he found himself aglow with a fur-standing-on-end sensation that felt oddly pleasant. His eyes trailed to the vacuum in his hand, then to the boar, filming himself as he massaged his tail against Clay's thighs, developing the muscle and spreading the mass across his ass.

“Mmphhh…" He muttered in bliss as Alex snickered and gingerly squeezed his new, plumper ass cheeks. His old underwear split clean off his waist and fell to the floor alongside his shredded uniform's ripped pieces.

“Heh, not much of the ol' gang left. Oops!" Alex said with a nervous snicker, looking down at the thick, chubby stub of a tail he had left. It was still more than enough mass to add a whole second set of arms to Clay, if he really wanted. His mind was more on making the Goat even more of a sexy stud. He spread his arms and hugged Clay tightly, infusing a good deal of his energy into a bit of bonus muscle spread underneath Clay's soft, warm silky grey fur.

“Mmphh, this feels weird!" Clay muttered, trying to gently push Alex away and nearly knocking him over in the process! He'd gained a few inches of height, that was for certain. The whole room looked a little bit smaller. The goat's chest rippled with muscle that toned his whole form. He grinned like a dope, before grunting as his thick cock spurted pre-cum across Alex's blobby, hairy belly.

“Heh, that's hot. *SNORT!* Let's uh, get that thing dealt with, hm?" Alex said with a wink as he knelt down beneath the stud he'd turned Clay into. The goat had an attractive dad bod figure, although he was more muscley than chubby. Alex licked his lips and gazed at his handiwork, admiring Clay more now that his clothes were torn to shreds and laid scattered on the ground around him.

“D-do you really think it's okay if I dust everyone here? That's… So many? I won't even be able to tell them apart once you're gone…" Clay muttered in self-reflection, as Alex squared up with his huge dong. While the goat was distracted he stroked his palms across the shaft and infused a little more into the goat's genitals, swelling them to gargantuan poportions more befitting Alex than the goat.

“Mmnnf, I-," Clay's eyelids fluttered as his genitals filled with a pleasing warmth and fullness, like they were ripening. They swelled between his legs until the weight was noticeably worse, the heft like a huge udder was between his thighs. Instead, it was just his huge sack and incredible pillar of a cock. His jaw just hung open. It was like the weirdest present imaginable!

"Well, Clay… It feels good. It feels even better to me, to know that all these horny people's existences will have amounted to a, *Snort!* little more than a, *grrn!* moment of pleasure and a horny memory for you to jerk your new dick to!" The boar passionately put it, as he licked the sensitive underbelly of the massive fleshsnake!

Clay writhed in pleasure and giggled giddily in bliss as the older boar fellated his shaft's sensitive glans. The vacuum felt so much lighter now with his new muscles. He hadn't even really noticed until just now, shocked at how weightless it felt. It was like it was just part of him. He held up his hand just to look it over. His thumb switched the settings around, back and forth from high to low. All sorts of ideas ran through the horny goat's mind, his arousal and newfound kink driving his attention towards the more heinous ones.

“It's a lot better knowing you and the rest of these things really want this… It's so hot. I can't believe how that Zebra felt… When he crumpled up, mmnf…" Clay nearly came just thinking about it, probably not helped by the boar's eager lapping of his sensitive head. He bucked weakly, but with increasing persistence as he found his stamina.

“*SNORT!* Heh, yuuup! That's the real spice of life, y'know? Feelin' that yolk pop was so fuckin' hot, *GRRRN!*" The boar paused fellating Clay to speak, that big meaty dong of the goat's swinging in front of his bearded, tusked porcine snout.

“N-No kidding…" Clay stammered. He shut his eyes and exhaled, his cock throbbing and dripping pre-cum as he tried not to let all of the stimulation go to his head. As stood there panting, Alex hurriedly rubbed at his throat, removing his own gag reflex and shaping his mouth to be especially well-suited for Clay's new endowment. To Clay, it looked like the old boar was just scratching his neck.

“Ready for the best head you've ever felt in your life?" Alex said with a snort and a wink, before engulfing Clay's glistening cock!

“WHOAH-MMNNFF!" Clay exclaimed, grabbing the nearby shelf with such force that everything still on it rocked back and forth. His mind buzzed with all sorts of thoughts. How amazing Alex's tongue felt across his massive expansive cock, what it must feel like to be the objects on the shelf listening in on Alex having likely, his last sexual encounter. Clay, the one who'd be the cleaner to dust them all after the sex was said and done. His eyes rolled in his head as he let out a deep bellowing moan.

Alex reached his hands around Clay's waist, squeezing his asscheeks and infusing more of his energy and power into the already considerably more muscular and masculine goat. His fur grew thicker, his body rippling with muscle barely contained by his grey furry hide. His eyes widened as the sensation came like a wave across his whole body, sending him swaying backwards for just a second, until Alex managed to catch and pull him back into his grasp, thrusting his cock deep, impossibly so, into Alex's throat.

The boar groaned in bliss, his own dick throbbing against his thighs like the behemoth it is, or will be until Clay gets to it. That thought only turned Alex on more, moaning into Clay's cock like it was a microphone until the goat grabbed the back of his head and tugged it right to his pubes, the boar's nostrils pressing against the faintly musky fur around the goat's massive dick.

Alex's warm hands squeezed Clay's soft furry thighs, pushing his enthusiasm from his mind and into the goat's.

Give it to me, harder! That's it, fuck my face! I'm legally just trash for you to suck away, and your the stud with the big cock to do it, so fuckin' do it! The boar's horny words invaded Clay's mind as the goat huffed and panted. Alex was shameless in reassuring Clay how badly he wanted to be reduced to dust.

Alex almost laughed, but a blast of fresh salty cum flooded the roof of his mouth, then gushed to the back of his throat! He swallowed and didn't stop fellating the sensitive glans of Clay's improved erection, even after Clay's shaft throbbed like it was ready for a second orgasm.

The spent goat panted heavily and leaned on Alex, who struggled to handle Clay's new muscular weight.

“NNgh, o-okay, gettin' a little crushed…" Alex mumbled with a chuckle, a bit of cum still stuck to his beard in blobs. The hefty boar was about to sit up when he heard the strangest thing. It was a giddy snicker from Clay. Then, he felt the tip of the nozze gently bap the top of his hairy head.

Clay smirked as he flicked the switch to just a notch or two above the most minimal setting - He didn't want to take Alex's head off, he just wanted to tease him. With a flick of a switch, the tube sucked on a few stray hairs, pulling one out after another with surprisingly little discomfort. There was this odd tingly pleasure Alex felt as each strand of hair pulled free from roots that ceased to exist the second the silvery-black coarse hairs pulled free.

Alex instinctively reached to cover his head, but he was lucky Clay was expecting that. He raised the vacuum up enough to keep the boar's fingers out of harm's way, letting the veteran fleshcrafter inspect the bald spot with his fingertips.

“H-hey!" Alex started, then grinned. “Guess you know what this means, right? Best finish what you started." The boar said as he gingerly tugged his partner-turned-ring from his finger. Clay couldn't help but feel feverishly horny. The magic Alex had used on him had apparently deleted the concept of a refractory period, because he was more than ready for round two and Alex's cock was still in the process of hardening again.

“Mmph, damn right. Let's make that bald spot a little bigger, shall we?" Clay asked with a wide grin. Alex was still in the middle of turning Croix from a ring into a fleshlight as he felt the suction hit his scalp. “B-but, nnggh…" Alex squirmed a little from the sensation. Several hairs were tugged off at once, then some of the hair on his ears! A piercing popped off like it wasn't even attached, sucked into the vacuum and dusted before Alex could even register the noise it'd made as it rattled down the tube!

“Heh, if you find this hot, wait till I dust your dick and balls." The goat teased. He felt this rush of power, this rush of exquisite strength that he'd never felt before, just from towering over the boar and sucking his hair clean off. Every place the hose had drifted left the boar's scalp completely devoid of anything but smooth, slightly shiny tan skin. Not a single mole or imperfection was left, even fell victim to the vacuum's suction, tugged clean off with the slightest pinch and erased like so much else.

The hose pressed against Alex's right ear and the boar quivered in pleasure, grunting softly as his cock throbbed in his left hand, Croix's winking fleshlight anus in the other, dripping fresh lubricant into its holder's palm.

The sound was mind-curdling, this soft humm and then the sound he heard came from the only other ear he had left. The right ear thudded down the tube before it noiselessly fell into the translucent glass jar attached to the grey hand-vac. Just a puft of grey dust and that was all that was left of Alex's right ear.

He reached up, gasping as he stroked the bizarrely smooth part where his ear had been, pre-cum smearing across his smooth, bald scalp as he gawked at the sensitivity of the spot. It was like nothing had ever been there before.

“F-fuck, this is so hot… You've got to take a little more… I mean, from me, rather than you dusting every inch of me, just yet…" Alex said slyly, mostly trying to prolong his own dusting for as long as possible. It was clear, he'd set Clay down the right path. He raised the fleshlight to his lips and gave the winking hole an intimate tonguing kiss, before Clay could dust another bit of him.

“You know, you're right…" Clay said as he idly watched Alex kiss his partner-turned-fleshlight. The thought of dusting them both then and there was hot on his mind, but he knew better. He only had this body because of what Alex had done so far.

His eyes traced Alex's face. He still had a lot of work to do, most of the boar was still intact. Those tusks, that beard. His bushy eyebrows and that other ear, that big bull-like nosering… His hands trembled with barely contained excitement as Alex directly addressed his living fuck-toy.

“Well, Croix… It's been a great run. Don't worry, I'll be hurtling down that tube before you know it. Oh, you want me to… Okay, I mean… If that's what you want. Yes, okay! Got it." Alex snickered and smooched his toy lovingly again, before lining it up with his dick and thrusting deep into it.

“W-What's it saying?" Clay asked curiously, idly stroking the meaty shaft he had. It was downright baseball bat shaped with how thick it was.

“MMmph, It wants one last send-off before I let you dust it! Heh, hot right?" Alex said with a snort as he adjusted his glasses with a dirty hand and then thrust in and out of the toy a few times, visibly flustered as he pumped in and out a few times, then a dozen. Picking up with speed and hearing his partner's voice encouraging him in his mind between mental moans of pleasure.

Alex pulled the toy off his cock briefly, snickering as he infused enough energy into the toy to help Croix's stubby snout reform. “I love you! Keep using me, please!" Croix's voice excitedly exclaimed from the toy before Alex lovingly plunged his shaft into the toy's muzzle, deforming it back into a welcome, efficient hole. His love radiated through the toy, spread through him through their link. Croix's silicone body shivered with joy and pleasure as it rolled up and down it's partner's needy cock.

Clay wasn't one to cut it off abruptly, but an idea blossomed in his head. He switched the setting up, pumping up the power high enough to suck Alex's face clean off his noggin, if Clay so desired. But instead, he just waited. The boar's eyes shut tight as he humped harder and faster, pre-cum spurting out the tip as it pushed out the star-like 'back end' of the living fuck-toy. Clay shiverred in anticipation, horny beyond horny.

That's it, just a little closer! Clay thought, a malicious grin on his snout as he watched Alex's passionate throes grow increasingly desperate, thrusting harder and harder until-

With a loud hum and a whistle, the vacuum switched on. The tube touched the moist, pre-cum drooling toy's backend. For a half a second, Croix let out a surprised but excited mental yelp -

HeywaitIdidn'tgetto-

… Right before the whole toy schlorped noisily off of Alex's rock-hard cock, still pulsing in the precursor to orgasm as the vacuum whined.

Wait, I'm still intact? Oh no, I'm stuck in the tube! Oh fuck this is so hot… I love you Alex! I'll be waiting for you! Croix thought.

The realisic anus of the toy puckered unnaturally as Croix felt his hyper-sensitive tail-hole rub against itself, sucked inwards and pulled down the tube with a shrill whine before hitting the atomizer's field. Mmmnff- . . .

Alex stroked his cock despite not getting to climax before his partner was dusted, gawking and huffing in awe. Clay never saw the old boar look more like a dumb gooner, stroking his dick as he watched the dust of his partner settle in the mostly-empty glass jar that connected to the vacuum cleaner in his hand.

“From dust, to dust, heh.... Ready to join him?" Clay exclaimed with a huff, his cock in hand. It drooled precum steadily, like a hose left on the weakest setting.

At first, a mix of rage and shock filled Alex. He clenched his hands into fists and they went white for a moment as he squinted at Clay from behind his glasses. “What the hell did you do that for?!" He exclaimed.

Clay's expression hardened like it hadn't before. “What I do is my business, you're just dust that hasn't been vacuumed up yet, remember? Now, why don't you take those tusks of yours and add their length to my horns? I think I could use a bigger rack as a ram."

Alex's eyes widened and his dick twitched. An overwhelming tide of horniness washed all other coherent thoughts away, leaving him with one raw realization. It worked! He thought with a barely disguised smirk. He's just as dominant as I was, back when I turned that one asshole into my jockstrap…

He couldn't help but be oddly amazed by Clay's transformation. He'd become almost unrecognizable and Alex found him beyond attractive as he idly whittled his own tusks down to flat bumps poking out from his gums. “Even those little bumps, I want all of them." Clay demanded.

Alex nodded and away the bumps went, leaving him with smooth pink gums in their place. He reached up and stroked the length of Clay's admittedly tiny horns. Alex knew what had to be done, letting that mass from his stubby tail swirl through his body and into the goat's stubby horns. The length of his tusks were added first, granting each horn an impressive few inches of length. But they grew wider, heavier. Clay's oval ears flicked idly as he adjusted to the increasing weight of the horns on his head, spiraling as they grew increasingly impressive… And the boar's tail, comically small.

“There, that's it." Alex huffed as he stepped back to admire the horns. Clay was really something now, a stud in both description and in personality.

“Good, now I can finally dust you and the rest of these losers." Clay said with a relieved sigh. He flicked the vacuum on, reducing its setting as the thing bucked like a rebellious horse in his hand. He raised it towards Alex's crotch, but the boar was quick to cover himself and back off.

“N-no, please. Just, save my dick for last, okay?" Alex pleaded, despite how arousing the thought was. He wanted to cum at least once or twice more before he was met with the same fate all his living belongings would undergo. Maybe it was selfish, but Alex was sure they'd all beg for the same in his place.

Clay snickered. “Really, dust-bunny? I mean, if that's the part you want me to save…" Clay's thumb itched, so eager to turn the boar into grey powder. But he swept the hose noisily across Alex's groin, just a half an inch from the boar's half-erect dong. The vacuum tugged every wiry pube free, leaving a smooth bar of pale pinkish-tan skin behind. With a gentle twist, Alex gulped as he felt his bush pull clean away from his groin, revealing an extra inch of his now turgid and pre-cum dripping boner.

“Please, man! I just gave you a new one, surely you relate?" Alex asked, trying and failing to hide how impossibly flustered he felt by having the tables turned on him by Clay.

“Fine, fine… Let's have some fun first. I do owe it to you, I wouldn't have a dick or this jacked bod without you, dust bunny." Clay said with a dry snicker as he gingerly slid the hose upwards, sucking up Clay's treasure trail. Each hair hung on for just a millisecond before being liberated, sucked down the hose and dissapearing into another miniscule and unidentifiable grain of grey carbon.

Clay was momentarily enamoured by the little grain of greyish dust that routinely sputtered into the glass canister attached to the advanced vacuum. Some of them fell into the coaleseced 1/5th pile of other identical carbon grains. The unlucky ones crumbled apart into fine grey dust that mixed in with the intact grains.

The nose of the grey vacuum tube trailed up and down the boar's chest, Alex watching wide-eyed and with a throbbing cock between his thighs. His hands stroked the spot his hair was pulled free, snorting in awe.

“Fuck, this is so hot!" Alex exclaimed. The old boar was sweaty and rank, too overstimulated and eagerly awaiting his dusting to care about the glistening coat across his exposed flesh. More and more of it was revealed as the vacuum noisily swallowed every hair it passed over, plucking clumps of wiry brown hair from under the boar's pits with little more than a tug and slight lingering tingle, leaving him as bare as a twink despite his older age.

“This is so fuckin' hot, you make such an amazing stud…" Alex moaned as he jerked himself slowly, letting Clay's vacuum suck him bare. The old boar let his cock wobble, stiffening with a weak throb as he ran his pre-cum covered, large hands across his bare shoulders, smooth and bare. Not even follicles remained.

“Heh, you like how you feel? Ya don't look so old now. But I guess I still see some wrinkles. I could try suckin' those clean off too, if you want." Clay said with a snort, his large flat teeth gritted as his eyes scanned Alex head to toe. His hose moved like it was one with his arm, sliding across Alex's ankles and calves, leaving a suctioned line of removed hairs. The sensation alone was strangely satisfying to Alex, like each hair being plucked free was some unwanted burden being lifted away.

“Th-this feels *HFFF!* incredible, d-don't stop *SNRRT!*, just do whatever comes natural!" Alex grunted as he huffed, stroking his plump dick as he felt the hose slide between his ass cheeks, slurping up every bit of thick pubic hair. He was going to be bare soon, and without another moment's notice, the hose casually slid from crack to taint, then to sack and shaft. Every bit of his hair was tugged free, the boar bucking in bliss from the stimulation.

“Heheheh, alrighty then… I like playing with you like this, you're such a slut to be dusted." Clay spoke so casually but with this weight that made Alex's mind jump to the horniest outcomes. He couldn't help but yearn to be dusted, but the boar was enjoying the way he'd twisted Clay. If that meant he had to endure some horny torment, then so be it.

“Y-You'll let me cum before I," Alex gasped as Clay cranked the vacuum's power up a notch as he spoke, pressing the hose's tip gently against one of the old boar's bare toes. It was tugged into the hard plastic mouth before popping free, going completely numb. For a split-second, Alex could feel his toe rattle around the hose's tube, before it was gone. A few miniscule grains of carbon fell into the glass container. He gasped and reached down instinctively feeling the smooth spot that remained. It was like he'd never had a pinky toe on his right foot, but it retained some heightened sensitivity. Just stroking it felt oddly pleasurable and ticklish at the same time.

“I'll think about letting you cum. I mean, you gave me this dick, but I dunno… I guess I should probably just dust you, right? Why should I listen to a dust bunny?" Clay posited as he grinned, gently pressing the hose's tip against the boar's other pinky. With a soft thmp-thmp-thmp!, it was gone.

Alex was intolerably horny, and the way Clay was acting wasn't helping. He was getting closer and closer to cumming hands-free. The vacuum's hose slipped over another toe, then another. Thmp-thump-thump-pft!

One by one, every toe on Alex's right foot vanished down the tube, pulled in and contorted for a brief moment before the gentle pinch gave way to total numbness as the plump sweaty digits turned to dust seconds apart.

The last two toes tumbled together, giving the boar a hair-raising sensation despite his utter hairlessness before they passed through the atomizer together, reduced to a few more grains of carbon.

“This is so intense…" Alex gasped as his cock drooled pre-cum, bucking and throbbing as if he was about to lose himself in the bliss. His sweaty hand reached down to touch his smoothened foot, lacking any toes it looked vaguely sock-like. Clay pressed the hose against Alex's middle and index fingers.

The boar gasped, watching the digits twisted and tugg into the vacuum, his other digits getting suctioned into the mouth before each popped free, tumbling and twitching down the hose before going numb and falling out the other end, just a few more tiny grains of carbon. He managed to pull his stump away from the tube as Clay just laughed and stroked his cock, pausing to huff as his dick jettisoned a spurt of cum, then another.

“H-holy fuck…" Alex moaned as spurt after spurt landed on his bare body. The warm seed felt oddly spine-tingling as it glazed his chubby bare chest, still a little sensitive from the fresh vacuuming.

“That's nothin', how'd you think I lost my dick in the first place?" Clay said with a knowing snicker.

The boar just snorted, then laughed. “No fuckin' wonder, this feels amazing! Hell, if I knew it felt this good, I'd have asked you to dust me sooner… Hhhff, *SNRT!*, keep going! I wanna feel you turn every bit of me into dust!"

Clay just laughed again, moving closer and laying his endowed cock on the boar's bare head. “Mmmnff, maybe I will. Maybe I'll just make you watch, as I dust everything and everyone in this room."

The goat's lips curled into a perverse grin as he followed through with his threat. Alex trembled in arousal, his cock throbbing on the cusp, leaving him whimpering and panting on the floor as Clay approached a nearby shelf, littered with various knicknacks and photographs. With a soft whirr and quiet thmp-thmp-thwump! Noises, the displayed objects were quickly reduced to dust.

People who'd been transformed for only a few weeks alongside those that had only been transformed a few days ago were reduced to fine carbon particles, identical and uniform… At least until the weight or shifting of others around them broke them into fine dust. By the time clay was finished with the display, the contents of the jar had increased by a meagre fifth.

“See, that's usually what I do. I get the whole job done in under an hour, provided there's no peverts around like you." Clay said with a snicker, turning to reveal his erect mast, drooling pre-cum as if he hadn't just shot his load.

Alex was almost starting to regret the equipment he'd given to Clay, on account of envying it so damn much. His own cock throbbed in his one remaining hand, watching as the buff grey alpha goat he'd turned Clay into strode around the room, casually dusting anything that was smaller than a pillow. By the time he'd rounded back to Alex, the goat had efficiently dusted everything, save for the marred, hairless old boar laying splayed out on the ground.

“Shit, think I dusted your phone too… I don't see it anywhere, anyway. Oh well. Guess that just leaves you, huh?" Clay said with a laugh as he strode back towards Alex.

The boar huffed and squirmed, oinking in a mixture of arousal and nervousness. Clay held the hose down to the boar's other foot, tugging off each little piggy until only the smooth, wriggly mass of flesh remained.

“H-holy fuck…" Alex whined in pleasure, his cock throbbing out of control as he nearly came. He huffed and squirmed, gasping as Clay took hold of his other hand. With a speed and efficiency that left the boar with no time to react, he felt his fingers pop free, then his thumb, his palm. A stump was left, identical to the one on the other hand.

He reached down with his smooth handless arms and stroked his shaft, in awe. Clay snickered at the sight.

“Fuck, I guess I saved the best for last, hm? Lets make you into a dumb little fuck-pillow, then I'll pound you like you want. Right? Just like that fucktoy of yours."

Alex shuddered in pleasure as he heard the click of Clay's vacuum. He'd increased the power on the thing yet again, this time gingerly pressing the hose against the stump of a right foot the goat had left Alex with.

The sensation and sight was strange, but neither contended with the sensation. Alex felt his stump of a foot squeeze and squelch, painlessly compressed tightly as skin folded over skin, sucked deep into the hose's nozzle. The vacuum's quiet hum grew shrill for a few seconds, before the whole appendage popped free from his ankle, pulled down the tube and released as a puff of grey dust and carbon grains.

Clay hadn't stopped there. The powerful suction tugged on Alex's ankle. The skin warped as it was pulled in, tingly and tightly compressed, pulling in all the way to the middle of the calf, then up to the knee. With a loud TWHUMP! Alex's right leg ended at the knee. Smooth as ever, sensitive and as if he'd never had anything beyond that bit.

There was this spine-tingling sensation of excitement and adrenaline that urged Clay to keep going. He couldn't stop, it just felt so satisfying to feel the sensation of each part of the boar being broken off, tugged down the hose and reduced to dust. The way the vacuum bucked in his hand, rumbling as he sucked away Alex's thigh. It felt incredible, to have so much power.

“Hfff, *SNORT!* Keep going! Yesss!" Alex moaned as he felt the hose finally pop free. His right leg was gone, leaving him smooth at the waist. He gawked and reached down, rubbing the smooth round flesh with his smooth stumpy wrists.

"F-fuck kid, I can't sculpt back even if I wanted to at this point, *OINK!*" Alex exclaimed, his red glazed eyes wide as possible to take in everything that Clay had already changed about him… Erased, more like. He couldn't help but find it so incredibly horny, but now without agile digits, jerking off was out of the question. The boar's sweaty wrist stumps weakly squeezed his shaft, useless as big fleshy chopsticks.

"Hffff! Fuck this is soop hot. *SNORT!*, No wonder I got so many objects to submit, if they even felt half this-Mmfff!" Alex exclaimed as his cock throbbed espescially hard while Clay gingerly slapped his face with his meaty dick. Clay laughed at the old boar as he prattled on despite his meat draping over his head, drooling pre-cum down onto Alex's bare back.

“I only ever felt it second-hand, but this first hand is something else!" Alex muttered in a brief moment of lucidity, gawking as Clay took hold of his right stump of a wrist.

“Mmhmmm… Sorry dust-bunny, I think I'll get rid of those silly useless arms of yours next." Clay snickered as he pulled the trigger. Alex shuddered, his bloodshot eyes rolling under his eyelids in bliss as his right forearm twisted and pulled into the abyssal maw of the vacuum; A relatively mundane-looking experience despite the gravity. His elbow was pulled in next, twisting and turning as it compressed into the mouth of the grey plastic tube, only to pull free and break apart into dust the moment it went numb.

“MMnnff…" Alex moaned incomphrensibly, so turned on by his helplessness that he could hardly focus on anything beyond the strangely erotic sensation of being fed to the vacuum appendage by appendage. With a soft hiss, the vacuum was silenced as the nozzle was pulled free from Alex's smooth stump of a shoulder.

Instinctively, he made Clay's job easier. He reached up with his remaining limb to stroke the smooth stump, only for the wrist to find the nozzle. With a low humm that turned shrill the moment the hose touched the bare pinkish skin of the boar, Alex's left wrist was sucked into the tube. Another spine-tingling few moments passed as bit by bit, the old boar's left arm was reduced to nothing but grey dust, indistinguishable from the many formerly sentient objects that had lined his shelves before Clay's arrival.

“Mmmnff, *SNORT!* D-don't stop, keep dusting me!" Alex begged, his needy cock throbbing. His naked balls felt heavy with seed, ready for relief. But Clay wasn't quite so eager, yet.

“Look at you, you're a glorified fuck toy like that thing I dusted. I suppose I should get one last use out of you, right?" Clay said as he gingerly pressed the tip of his meaty cock against Alex's muzzle. He reluctantly let the goat's cock in, feeling it slip down his throat. The boar was just a pudgey blob of a person. His head and neck, chubby belly and torso and waistline were all that was left, devoid of limbs he couldn't do much more than be held by the dominant goat thrusting into his throat!

“Mmnf, Glk! Glrrk! Mmnff…" Alex murmured, dreamily lost in the euphoria of being used like this. The thought occurred to him, he was being used the same way he'd used another fleshcrafter earlier that morning… And how he used his partner, on a regular basis. He shuddered in pleasure as the plastic tube gently thumped against his forehead.

What the, what's he d- Alex thought as Clay smirked down at him. He pulled his cock out as he came hard, cum jettisoned into the boar's mouth and throat as the massive schlong pulled free from his maw, just as the suction stuck to his bare scalp.

There was this strange sensation, like Alex could feel his head twisting, squeezing and compressing tightly. His thoughts became a euphoric slurry as his whole head suctioned into the tiny nozzle of the vacuum, a wheeze coming from the vacuum before the enormous head was pulled into the tube without distorting it's shape. The boar's head popped free with a comical noise as the wheezing stopped, the vacuum returning to a dutiful whine as Alex's head dispersed into carbon confetti in the glass chamber attached to the device!

The boar's headless body wriggled before flopping backwards, the impressive dick of the boar throbbing to completion, cumming hands free in untamed and messy spurts, landing on Clay's shoulders, face and chest as he gasped and relished in the moment. The boar's neck remained, smooth but with no sign any head had ever been attached. With another THWMP! Alex's neck was gone, too.

Now there was just a plump body pillow with a pair of nipples, dick and balls and a belly button. Clay sighed and sat on the heap of warm meat and rubbed his cock across the hairless belly folds, laughing as he reflected on how little was left of the fleshcrafter. If there was any chance he could return himself to normal before, it was gone now.

With a snicker, Clay reduced the power of the vacuum down to a safer level, gingerly pressing the hose against one of Alex's nipples. It popped free and thudded down the tube before being dusted like the rest of the chubby boar. With a little more effort, he toyed with his dick and dusted Alex's remaining nipple and belly button. Then he snuggled a little closer, thrusting his own cock against Alex's, frotting the two cocks together. It throbbed in a lively way, despite the body lacking any sort of brain to control it.

Clay's mind turned to the supple boar's anus, flipping the chubby meat pillow over and thrusting his enormous endowment into Alex's supple behind. He plowed it until he felt dizzy with lust, then pulled a shaky finger down against the smooth, sweaty trigger of the vacuum, holding it just above the boar's dick-tip. The thing sucked in, quickly stretching into the tube as Clay slowly let the hose descend, pressed against the base of the shaft as the boar's cock spurted its last load inside the tube, before coating itself in cum as it slid down the interior and to the inevitable transformation that awaited it.

The cockless blobby torso was barely recognizable. Clay huffed as he pounded the boar's rump until he finally came, then pushed it off and set the vacuum to the max. With a single trigger pull, the whole bloated blob flew towards the nozzle as if moved by a gale force, loudly crumpled and swallowed by the tube's intense suction, crumpled into tiny blobs of dust before being disintegrated, reduced to a fist full of carbon dust.

Clay say in a heap of sweat, cum and exhaustion. His new muscular body was so heavy. He panted as he let himself slump across the floor tile of the kitchen, gawking at the vacuum's container. Not even 3/5ths full yet… Still got, hff… two more rooms at least?

A half an hour later . . .

Clay sat alone at a barren dining table. Looking around the room with a fresh, ice-cold soda in his handpaw he reviewed his handiwork. As was the trademark of his job, Clay had personally dusted every item in the kitchen and every detail he missed on the way there from the front door.

Save for Alex's phone. He'd discovered it on the top of a cabinet Alex was standing by, before things got a little too hot. Just thinking about what he'd done to the boar made his dick throb.

But, Clay was now dreadfully aware of the time. He'd put the stream on pause for a bit while he recuperated his senses. He'd been shaking like a wet dog in winter after the boar's final moments, but now the goat was ready to pick up where he left off.

It's just like any other job. He told himself. Clay turned the stream back on and gulped, looking at the camera like a deer caught in headlights.

“So, uh. I'm Clay. I dusted Alex. And uh, most of the others… I guess? Sorry." Clay said as he reflected on what the jam-packed stream chat typed up in reply.

[Inani_Mate]: DUUUDE! This guy's fuckin' sexy!

[Boarfood3]: Holy shit! The stream's back up!

[Zilia4444]: What happened?!

[Tfmepls]: Oohh, back up! RIP Alex lol… Clay's here!

[Kenbear]: Has anyone seen my buddy Frank? He was supposed to be back by now. Is this Alex's stream?

He snickered at some of the especially baffling replies, then raised his vacuum to show off the contents, receiving a slew of enthusiastic support from the stream. They wanted him to continue and more than that, wanted him to stream every second of his remaining work. Clay couldn't disagree, meeting Alex had totally changed his perspective.

He made his way through the hall, dusting anything that stuck out on the way. A few photographs on a side table next to an incense holder and unlabelled pack of incense sticks, both reduced to identical grains of carbon in a matter of seconds. The table they sat on joined them soon after.

The small laundry enclave was next. Clay didn't bother taking his time, he knew if he did he'd probably just get weak in the knees and wind up streaming himself cumming like a pervert. So he stuck the hose of the handheld vacuum into the drier and let garment after garment zip down the tube and to their own fates; Enduring a blast of euphoria as they disintegrated into dust.

The many patterns and colours were a reminder that Alex hardly owned any mundane garments. The idea of replacing some of his own underwear with some from the boar's house was an oddly appealing one, but the thought of a past coworker who'd been dusted for doing the same was a frank reminder of Clay's vulnerability. Even if Alex had blessed him with a beefier body, a huge dick and a sexy rack of horns… He was still just an employee for a cleaning agency.

His mind turned to the other obvious problem. His uniform had ripped in several places after he tried slipping it on… He couldn't leave naked, either. Clay sighed as he returned to the kitchen briefly, fishing his own phone out of a pocket that had thankfully remained intact. With a quick message sent to his boss, Clay brought the two phones with him and idly waited for a response.

Go for it. Just make sure to dust them after you get a change of clothes. His boss responded a few seconds after he reached the laundry enclave. A fluttery excitement filled Clay as he began to rummage through a laundry bin with a faintly familiar pattern. The plastic hole-covered bin was a light tan colouration, with a faintly distorted blushing face on the bottom of the bin, staring back up at Clay with a horny expression buried beneath fresh-smelling clothes. The clothes inside had a fresh smell, so he picked out a slew of suitable garments.

A slightly faded pink jockstrap with a blue-nosed poodle's face on the crotch, a stained t-shirt that resembled a stretched-out and faded grey-furred wolf, a pair of brown socks with an otter-paw motif on the soles, and a pair of baggy yellow pajamas. They would have to do for now, even though they clashed terribly.

Clay dusted the rest without any remorse, more envious of the dusted items for the bliss they'd get to enjoy, however brief it would be.

As he finished up in the houses' only bathroom, Clay rounded the corner into Alex's bedroom, still recording as he idly dusted piles of dirty clothes laying on the carpeted floor.

The room stunk like sex and weed, with large oaken furniture pieces along the two walls that flanked the king sized bed in the center. A rectangular window was sunk into the wall above the bedboard, letting the bright mid-day sunlight scatter into the room.

Across the messy bed was a worn-out comforter with a blushing pig's face blurry across the sheets. There wasn't a single part of the bedding that Clay was confident hadn't been a person before. The thought just turned him on. His dick hardened and spurted pre-cum, staining the well-worn and slightly tight-fitting pink jockstrap. His shirt and pants were a little baggy, despite his new muscles. Clay had to pause to sort them out every once in a while as he carried on dusting sheets, pillows, bedding. A remote rattled down the tube before joining the rest of the inert dust in the vacuum's glass container.

The chat began to go wild when a dusted sweater revealed a bright fiery orange silicone flesh light laying on the carpet just poking out from under the bed's frame.

Mmmnff, isn't Alex supposed to be back by now? What's taking so long… Karygle thought wearily, sprouting a tuft of fur at the 'backend' of the smooth silicone cylinder he'd become.

Clay hardly even noticed.

What's that sound? Kargyle wondered, a little dizzy and lost in the syrupy sensation of being a well-used fleshlight. He'd come to stay with Alex for the week, to glean new ways of using his fleshsculpting abilities. Unlike the boar, Kargyle could only change himself. But, Alex had been a very kind instructor.

As the distant sound of a vacuum sucking up objects neared, the vulpine fleshcrafter began to worry. He hadn't heard Alex's telltale laugh or snort in a while, not since he heard moans of pleasure coming from some place far off. The concerning noise was getting closer. The sweater draped over him was sucked up and away, exposing him to the sunlight.

Whoa, oh shit! I've got to shift back, c'mon, focus on my mouth first, I need to say something! Kargyle thought frantically.

Kargyle's energy had somewhat coalesced, but he was still pretty weary. Still filled with Alex's cum from the early morning, he had to fight against the euphoric urge to remain still, remain a fuckable toy.

A tuft of orange fur manifested across the underside of the fleshlight. Half a triangular ear perked up. A tiny puft of tail poked out of the silicone above the toy's winking anus.

Clay yawned and turned the tube to the other side of the narrow path around Alex's bed, dusting a pair of dirty, holey socks and a stained pair of underwear that the old boar had clearly been using as a cum rag.

Mrphh! Just a little bigger… Kargyle thought, struggling to form the 'front end' of his fleshlight body into a muzzle. It elongated into the familiar mouth-like shape, lined with ribbing instead of teeth or a tongue. A gentle wheeze passed through the toy from front to back as he struggled to shift himself back enough to make more noise. His tail and ears flicked and wriggled in an attempt to capture the buff goat's attention, but at first it didn't seem to do enough.

Well, that's NEARLY every corner cleaned… Damn, Alex left this place a mess. It's lousy with living underwear… Clay thought, blinking at a strange fleshlight with a pair of ears and a snout. The thing yipped weakly.

“Oh, hohoho! Looks like Alex has a few eager toys. You must be so excited to join your sexy master in my vacuum's dust storage… Let me give you a little hand."

A single eye opened on the front of the toy, winking an SOS to an uncaring Clay as the vacuum whirred to life, immediately catching Kargyle's rump! The tail slunk further in, feeling the suction draw the breath out of his snout!

Dammit, I just finished forming a tongue, I can't even wheeze without the air being sucked right out of me! It's useless, shit! I don't want to be dusted, but I can't hang on much longer either, fuck! Kargyle realized as he slipped another few inches deeper into the nozzle. It wouldn't be long before he slipped all the way, struggling to focus his energy on shifting back. But it was useless.

Oh shi- MMNFF!

FWUMP!

[Boarfood3]: Holy shit, was that Kargyle?! I saw that guy's routine last week!

[Alex5slut]: hooooooooott I think that fleshlight had eyes!

[Inani_Fan]: shit is this the last room left?

[Kane34]: RIP Karygle lol…

The stream's chat suddenly blew up as Clay sucked up some random sex toy that was lying beneath Alex's bed, recklessly dusting a few other pieces of clothes that had fallen beside it.

Some mention of a popular entertainer named Karygle kept coming up, but the goat hardly paid any attention, instead stripping the room of all the clothes, sex toys and jewellry. Anything smaller than a basketball was dusted first. Then anything the size of a TV or smaller. Finally, the furniture was the last to disappear. Nothing was left of Alex's presence aside from the lingering smells.

Clay gave the property one final walk around, the stream's chat filled with strangers asking for the address to Alex's abode, in hopes of being able to collect some remains of their lost partners, friends or acquaintences. Some just wanted to see if there was anything left of the boar's expansive collection.

The goat didn't realize how much of a mistake he'd made in accidentally letting the address slip until after he'd dusted Alex's phone and unscrewed the glass canister from the vacuum. It was still only around 4/5th's full, plenty of room for more.

With a sigh, he pocketed the sealed canister and held up his pants as he stepped out of the house and locked the door behind him, only to be met with a handful of strangers. They were a myriad of species, ages, genders. The sea of voices called for Alex, but seeing the vacuum, they rushed him to ask where so and so was, who was blank and why he dusted such and such. Clay just ignored them and pushed through, ignorant to the way a slender panther had slipped a hand into his pocket, yoinking the glass chamber from his borrowed yellow pajama pants as he rushed towards the door of his work van.

The glass chamber was hoisted into the air a few seconds later. Clay peered out his window, catching a glimpse and double-taking.

With a grumble, Clay called up his boss and let them know what happened, watching the strangers fight over the glass container before it sailed over the land lady's head, careening into the gutter and shattering, a gentle gust scattering the carbon dust before anyone could catch some of the fine powder in their paws.

The boss didn't seem that fussed. The job was complete and the landlady had already sent payment. Clay pulled away from the curb in his van, mixed feelings in his gut as he reflected on another job well done…