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DISCLAIMER – Haven’t you always wanted to be turned into rubber and treated like someone’s personal sex toy? No? Then you’re probably not going to enjoy this story, and I highly advise against you reading any further. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Do not read if it would be illegal for you to do so.)

My Delightful Toy

The muzzy warmth between sleep and being fully awake wraps around you. You try to move and something feels off. As you attempt to yawn, your tongue encounters a rubbery rounded obstacle. It tastes vaguely of antiseptic vinyl, your jaws creaking as you can’t quite close them around the black ball gag buckled around your head. You attempt to rise, causing the angled wood and leather frame you’re bound against to creak, chains jangling, suede leather cuffs keeping your arms to either side of your head as the collar around your neck prevents you from looking back. Your calves and ankles strain against the bands holding you spread out, face down, bound snug against the soft leather your chest rests against.

“Ahh, someone’s finally awake,” his voice is as soft as his fur as he walks beside you, fluffy striped tail tickling the exposed soles of your feet as he drags two claws gently over your exposed back.

“Have a nice rest?” You see his animal silhouette against the dim lights as he pads around in front of you, his beady eyes twinkling.

“I bet you did.” He steps in, grinding his fuzzy sheath and taut balls against your face. You can’t help it as you breathe through your nose around the gag, taking in his dusky, autumnal scent.

Your heart begins to thud in your chest as you groan around the gag, teeth squeaking against the slight give of the silicone gag.

“Ohhh, so demanding already,” he titters, brushing his padded fingers over your cheek and grinding his balls against your nose. “What a tempting little thing you are.” He draws his claws through your hair, scratching behind your ear.

“And what an obedient little display you make, all laid out here, so exposed and vulnerable.” He circles around you, paw tracing over your shoulder and down your back. “So very inviting~”

You hear him lick his chops as he reaches down with the warm leathery pads of his hands, grabbing your ass and spreading the cheeks insistently apart. The air feels cool against your exposed rump as his padded fingers dimple your flesh.

“So, let’s not keep our little birdie waiting,” he titters, giving your rump a solid smack, leaving a blossom of warmth on your exposed skin before padding back out of the corner of your vision. Wheels clack over the smooth cement floor as he drags a cart back with him, parking it behind you, just barely in your field of view. The various industrial looking hoses hanging from it jostle around a central glass tank filled with a viscous dark blue goo marbled with black streaks.

“Now then, it would be rude to turn down such a polite invitation so . . .” He hefts a hefty tapered blue plug with a tube protruding from the back in his paw, other hand reaching down and spreading your cheeks.

“Ohhhh, shivering all ready,” he coos, teasing your exposed asshole with a gentle prod. The plug is cool and slick, quickly warming as he paints the slick plug up and down over your hole.

“What a good little birdy. And already singing such a lovely song,” he giggles as you groan against the gag squeaking in your jaws. His other paw runs up your back, tracing along your spine.

“Don’t worry. I know it seems big, but a talented little avian like yourself won’t have any problems.” The rounded rubbery tip presses in against you, spreading you wider as you squirm against the restraints and can’t help but clench around it. He rocks the rubbery plug back and forth, sliding barely deeper with every insistent thrust as he hums a wordless tune to himself.

“I can already feel you shivering around this,” he beams. “Gosh, I’m actually jealous. You birds get to have all the fun.” He slows down, rocking shoves sliding in longer and harder, pressing you just to the point where it seems like it might hurt before letting the plug glide back again and again.

His other paw slides down and traces around the edge of your straining hole with a suede fingertip. Your cock throbs between your legs, a dribble of warm pre leaking down from the tip.

“Already so taut and smooth. You know what’s coming next, don’t you my fluttery little thing? How adorably eager you are.” He taps his fingers against the bottom of the plug, tiny pattering thugs echoing through your body as your limbs quake against the restraints, leather cuffs warm against your wrists and ankles.

“I mean, I could play with you like this for hours, but I know what you want. And who am I to say no to such an adorable little birdy like yourself?” he simpers, pressing in at the plug with the heel of his palm, twisting it to one side and then the other. Your ass strains taut against it, your breath halting in your throat as you croak out, stretched to your very limit before he shoves and the heavy silicone plug slams deep inside of you with a solid thud.

You lurch forward against the rack under you, chest sliding against the warm leather as your ass clamps down in spasmodic fits. The plug is yielding, but firm, springing back every time you clench around it, mashing against your prostate as your cock bobs and leaks a string of clear pre down onto the floor under you.

“Ahh, what a good little toy, already so needy,” he gives your rump an affirming pat.

“Let me help.” He reaches back and you hear a sharp click before the plug throbs in your ass and pulsing liquid goo starts pumping into you, cool at first and then blazing into balmy heat.

“There we go. Good birdy.” He leans against you, whispering in your ear. “You like that, don’t you? That thick warmth just filling you up and seeping into your sensitive insides. I can see how much you want it.” His pink tongue flicks up over your ear as you groan through the gag. “What a delightfully lewd thing you are.”

He pulls back, licking his chops. “I can already see it working. What a quick learner. Such a smart little bird.” He kneads his palms against your rump as you gasp into your gag.

“I bet it feels nice, getting pumped full of that dark, pulsing warmth, letting it seep in and smooth out all of those imperfections.” He traces his hands against the darkness flushing through your skin. It’s more sensitive than it should be, his claws leaving little faint streaks that spring back into place after them.

“Mmmm, and your rump is already filling out. What kind of bird would you be without a nice rounded backside to show off?” He kneads in against your ass, sparks flying in your vision as you gasp and moan and writhe fruitlessly against your restraints.

“You’re absolutely right! Birds need a little more adornment don’t they?” he titters. “How careless of me to keep you waiting.” He presses two fingers in on either side just above the plug thrumming and throbbing inside of you. The skin on your back tightens and then relaxes as he pinches in and pulls back, causing a moment of discomfort before pulling out two feather-like protrusions of your now rubbery flesh.

“There we go. Nice tailfeathers for my naughty little birdy~” He tugs the tensile feathers out before letting them snap back, causing a shockwave of pleasure to echo through you. He pinches in again and again, drawing more filaments out from above your rump, each one pulsing in time with the plug pumping you fuller and fuller.

“What a set of majestic plumes!” He runs his fuzzy fingers through them before pulling one taut and plucking it like a harp string. The reverberations make your toes curl as the darkness gurgles and sloshes around in your belly.

“Now then, we wouldn’t want these to get in the way, so let’s just slick them down against your back. Thaaaat’s right, nice and flush. Always inviting, just like the good little birdy you are.” He grinds them into your back as they fuse with your rubbery body, becoming textured suggestions leading down towards your rounded rump like an arrow.

“Ohh, things are really starting to move along now . . .” He runs his hands up and down your sides. The sensation shifts as he slides between the silicone and your flesh, following the seam seeping up your belly.

“I can see just how much you’re enjoying the process.” He reaches under you, cupping your balls and squeezing them. You brace yourself for pain as he distends your orbs in his palm, but your yielding rubbery flesh feels only gut-wrenching pleasure as he molds you to his will.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if your whole body was this sensitive, hmm?” he muses as he kneads your pliant balls back against your body. “Ohhh, I see you agree, such a nice and smooth birdy.” He caresses the bulges of your testicles as they sink back into you, leaving a blank, sensitive, silicone patch beneath your wobbling shaft.

“We’ll return to this later.” He runs a blunt claw teasingly down the edge of your dangling cock. You shudder at the stimulation, limbs quaking against your restraints.

“But first, we have to do something about these arms of yours. Birds don’t have arms, do they?” He runs his hands up under your armpits, coaxing the soothing darkness along behind them. All the tension leaves your shoulders as the pulsing blue and black darkness begins to pump into your limbs.

“Mmmmm, there we go. Good birdie. You’re a real natural at this.” His praise seeps over your mind like a warm blanket on a cold day. “All smooth, and bouncy, and delightful . . .” He kneads in at your arms, coaxing the ductile darkness further.

“Now, we don’t really need these anymore, do we?” He unbuckles the cuffs as the darkness seeps past your wrists and you sigh in relief, arms falling to your sides as your fingers clench and relax one final time.

“How delightfully wobbly,” he giggles, shaking your arms like they were oddly shaped water balloons. “But these don’t look quite like wings. No, I think we have a little more work to do . . .” He grabs your left hand between his paws and squeezes. Your fingers slowly fuse together as your flesh flattens. He extends the crease back up your arm, claws leaving little feather-like grooves as he goes.

“Much better, wouldn’t you say? A cute little wing for a cute little bird.” He grabs your other arm and squeezes, stretching it as well. It does feel nice, your body in his paws, all tension flowing out of you as more and more heavy darkness flows in. Your ass clenches around the plug as you feel fuller and fuller stretched around it.

“I knew you wouldn’t fly away, you flappy little creature you. Such a good bird,” he coos, spreading your arms flatter and wider, leaving little traces where your fingers once were as silicone flight feathers.

“But if you’re staying, you should really relax a bit. Here, let me just help you put your wings up and fold them in against your back. Yesss, just like that. Doesn’t it feel better?”

It does. Your arms fold neatly against your back, tucked together over you with their rounded weight. It’s like finding a new, relaxing position to sit down in that you’d simply never thought of before. It’s perfectly comfortable not having to worry about your arms anymore, your wings wrapped against your back like a lover’s embrace.

“All smooth, and round, and just perfect!” he chirps, tracing his claws over the patterns of feathers along your folded wings.

“But that just makes your legs look out of place, doesn’t it?” His paws trace down, past your tailfeathers and your rounded, plump rump.

“You’re already being such a good bird though. So talented, letting all that rubbery goodness get all the way down to your calves.” You quiver as his hands trace down your thighs, squeezing each one and letting it spring back, little feather textures springing into being behind his claws.

“These just don’t look right though . . .” His warm breath puffs against the exposed soles of your feet, making your toes curl as his paws massage the liquid warmth down past your ankles.

He doesn’t even bother unbuckling the ankle cuffs, just pulling your feet out with a lewd pop as the marbled blue and black seeps all the way down to your toes.

“Ooooo, that got you quivering,” he giggles. “Don’t worry, my dear little bird, there’s plenty more to do. But first, you need some delightful little talons.” He pinches in at your toes, squeezing and pulling them out into points.

“That’s right, perfect little birdy claws.” He yanks your big toes around so they oppose the others, pulling them back and letting them snap into place. His claws leave a scale-like pattern as they squeeze your calves, slimming them down compared to the faux feathers of your thighs.

He spreads his fingers out, entwining them with your now avian toe-claws. “There we go. Isn’t this better?” he gives you a squeeze, pleasure radiating up your legs, your cock still wobbling under you.

“I know it is. Hmm . . . You’re right though. Compared to your sleek and smooth wings, your legs do take up a bit of space . . .” He taps a claw against his teeth as he thinks.

“I know. Here. Let’s just tuck them up under you.” He hoists one leg up, bending it under you and pressing it in, leaving your talons grasping out behind you. “There. Doesn’t that feel right?” he asks as he pulls your other leg into position.

It does, your claws wobbling like they were grasping with need as he rubs his body against you from behind. “Let’s just help you stay like that then, nice and flush and smooth and sexy.” As he presses down, the definition between your legs and your body slowly fades. The full feeling reminds you of the plug your entire body clenches around as your legs merge into your rubbery core, leaving the impression of limbs with your talon’s points left pressing out of your rubbery form.

“That’s just perfect. It’s like you’re just beckoning someone to come use you,” he titters, padded fingers running up from your talons up to your rump, squeezing in at your pliant synthetic flesh as you shiver and clench desperately around the plug.

He slides his hands up your increasingly cylindrical body. “But you’re not quite aerodynamic enough for a bird yet, are you?” he asks as he rubs up and massages your shoulders before walking his fingers up to either side of your head.

“We wouldn’t want these to get in the way, would we?” he runs his paws over your ears, letting the floppy protrusions slap back against your skin. “There, there,” he hums as he starts rubbing in insistent circles, his words muffled as your ears sink back into the smooth black and blue feather-textured skin of your head.

The liquid darkness creeps over your open eyes, leaving your vision filtered as though you’re watching through a wide lens. It seeps up over your nose and into your mouth as your jaws cease creaking against the gag.

“Oh, I think we can take that off now, don’t you?” He unbuckles the gag and pulls it back from your open silicone mouth, letting it clatter to the floor and roll off to a corner.

“That’s much better! But . . .” his paws slide down over your statuesque face, brushing past your open eyes, nose, and mouth, all the same swirling marbled black and blue as the rest of you. “I think this needs to have a bit more direction, don’t you?” He pinches your nose playfully.

His hands play over your face, mashing your nose against your upper lip before squeezing both paws on either side of your head and slowly pulling back. “See, isn’t this better? A beautiful birdy like yourself needs a nice smooth beak, right?” You face smooths out as he pulls it forwards the sound of creaking tension like an inflating balloon ringing inside of you despite your lack of discernable ears.

His fingers slide between your open lips, swirling around your mouth before grabbing your rubber tongue and pulling it out along with your bottom jaw. “What a cute expression for such a needy little bird.” He traces his fingers along your lips as they stretch out and thin into the edges of your forming beak, your tongue left poking out between the two sides.

“Mmmmph. Such a good birdy toy you make, already looking like you want something in that naughty beak of yours.” He steps in and lets his taut, fuzzy balls rest against the smooth bridge of your now parrot-like beak, right in front of your ever-open eyes. He inhales deeply and sighs, rubbing back and forth absentmindedly.

You’re not sure how, but you can smell him despite not knowing when you last took a breath, his earthy musk filling your oddly distanced senses as his pink cock pulses out from his fuzzy sheath. Your insides thrum as you stare, transfixed.

He looms over you, seeming bigger than he did before.

“See something you like, my little avian friend?” he teases as he grinds his emerging cock between your fixed, opaque eyes, leaving a glossy streak of quickly cooling pre. “I know you do.” He grins as he pulls back, cock throbbing just in front of your beak. “But I wouldn’t want to end things here with your inviting beak when we have so much left to do!”

He pulls back with a little twirl, letting his striped tail bat against your broad beak as he trots behind you with a spring in his step. A familiar click echoes in the room as the thrumming churning from the plug inside of you grinds to a halt.

“Now then. I think you’re done with this, aren’t you?” He tugs at the plug, your elastic body clenching back as he twists it and wrenches it from your grasping hole. “Awww, poor thing. Don’t you worry my little avian friend.” He pats your rump reassuringly. “I’ll give you something better soon.” He traces a padded finger around the edge of your hole as you quiver in need.

“But first, we still have to deal with this . . .” His paw wraps around your stiff, dangling member, squeezing it hard enough to dimple your silicone flesh, making your entire body flush with bliss. “I told you we’d get to it,” he titters.

“A good blue birdy like yourself doesn’t really need this, do you?” He pinches the rounded head of your cock, rubbing his fingers together as your flesh distends. “You’d rather be focused on what matters: your little birdy hole.” He slides the finger circling your ass into your waiting hole, your insides clenching around him automatically, giving a pleasurable respite to the temporary emptiness you felt.

“I can feel how much you want this. What a delightfully needy little thing you are.” He grips your cock and grinds his thumb down against the tip, squeezing the rubbery head back against itself. The sensation goes from strange to a cascade of impossible ecstasy as your flesh begins to fold back in on itself.

“There we go. Nice and slow for our little birdy.” All the sensitivity from your cock radiates out through your body as he squeezes your cock flesh back into your body, other finger swirling insistently around inside your rump. “And already so ravenous!” he giggles as his thumb stuffs your cock back inside of you, sensations stretched out along your insides as your new hole grips at his furry digit in a counterpoint to your taut ass.

Your elastic insides clench and strain as both his fingers tug inside of you, squeezing together with insistent force.

“Ohhhh, I can feel how much my little birdy is enjoying themselves. But two holes is a bit much, don’t you think?” He changes his grip, finger and thumb plunging into you like you were a pornographic bowling ball.

“Let’s just consolidate a little bit.” His fingers squeeze, drawing your two quaking holes together. “That’s right, just one nice, plump avian hole. Just like that.” Your two entrances slowly merge into one around his fingers, his claws leaving behind textured ridges along your impossibly sensitive insides.

“Ahhh, just right.” He pulls his fingers out of you and traces around your quivering, rounded, single hole. “Now it’s so hard to tell . . .”

“Are you a boy bird?” He rubs his padded palm against your exposed hole.

“Are you a girl bird?” His fingers snake inside of you as your inner walls clamp down around them.

“Maybe both?” His other hand traces around the edges of your stretched cloaca, claws tickling your matte black and blue flesh.

“Maybe neither?” He pulls back slowly, giving either side of your plump avian rump a cheeky squeeze.

“Ohh, you’re such a mischievous little toy.”

He taps a claw against his teeth as he looks down at your rounded, simplified form. “Not quite the model of convenience though.” He runs his paws up and down your body still laid out on the leather rack under you. You quiver and your insides writhe at his touch.

“But don’t you worry, my little birdy. I bet we can work you down into something a little more manageable.” He hoists himself onto the rack, straddling you. His rump squishes you back against the leather under you as he sits between your wings and fanned out tailfeathers.

“That’s right, just feel all of those good sensations condensing down inside of you, all tight and needy and wobbly.” His paws grind in against your yielding flesh, gripping and rubbing up and down in insistent waves. His rump looms larger and larger as he grinds back against you, fluffy striped tail batting this way and that, brushing past your torrid hole as you quiver and strain under him.

“Gosh, I can barely help myself,” he muses, settling into a kneading rhythm. “You’re just too cute. Your nice little beak, those glorious wings all folded up nice and neat, your cute little tail feathers.” He grinds with his hips, dragging his balls against you as the praise seeps into your lust-addled mind. Everything feels so good, every time he touches you your insides twist with need. You need him. You need more.

“Mmmmm, I can feel just how much you want it.” He lifts his rump off of you, leaning in, grinding his throbbing cock against your folded wings. You’re now only about twice the length of his shaft, but with every buck of his hips, your form condenses further, need and pleasure percolating up inside of you as his warm pre dribbles between your ever-open eyes.

“You’re making it hard to concentrate, my little birdy. I bet the feeling’s mutual,” he laughs. His paws wrap easily around your entire compact body, lifting you with ease as he turns himself over, laying back against the slightly tilted leather surface.

Holding you up in front of his face, he licks his pink tongue over the end of your beak and winks at you. “What a cute little face you have.” The room whips around in your vision as he casually flips you. “Along with other, delicious features.” His hot breath puffs against your exposed rump before his warm, wet tongue glides in, sliding around the edges of your orifice. His tongue thrusts inside of you, your inner walls gripping at it as he bastes you in a benediction of slick warmth.

But then he slides back, licking his chops. “Awww, I can feel how much you like being filled up, my needy little birdy toy. I hate to stop. But don’t you worry, I think I have something else that could help fill that greedy little hole of yours . . .”

He grabs you tight in both paws, lowering you between his legs and grinding the pink head of his cock up against your slick, glistening hole. You want it. Your whole existence is anticipation, his earthy, animal scent fills your disembodied senses, the desire to be filled bubbling up and forcing all other thoughts from your mind.

“Ohhhh, so very inviting. It would be rude of me to keep you waiting, so . . .” He raises you up, claws leaving little divots in your rubber skin as he lines the head of his cock up with your plump, waiting hole.

The first two small thrusts are exquisite torture, butting up against your taut ring, but not sinking in before the third has just enough force to slip inside of your clenching body.

“Mmmmm, ohhh, birdy,” he moans out as he slides you up and down over his shaft, a little deeper with every single stroke. “You’re just so tight, and slick, and insistent! Urrrrrf. I can feel you clenching around me like a good little bird.” He starts bucking his hips up against you, balls patting your rubbery ass with every thrust.

“I know what’s going on in your rubbery little mind,” he hisses through his teeth, dick pulsing and leaking out pre that dribbles from your open beak. “My cock is just sliding up into those naughty thoughts of yours . . .”

You’re transfixed by the pleasure, his hot, pulsing length twitching as you clench and strain around it, your inner walls gripping around it as your hole conrtacts in tense waves of bliss. His paws grab you tighter, his words faltering as he bucks up into you over and over, cock ramming directly into your mind.

“I . . . I can’t help it. God, you’re good. What a good . . . little . . . toy.” His fingers play around the end of your beak, clumsily grabbing in and then pinching your mouth-hole closed. The immediate squelching suction makes your disembodied senses light up, sparks of ecstasy ricocheting around inside of your silicone body as his cock jerks and pulses and leaks inside of your twisting confines.

“Oh, birdy. I’m . . . I’m gonna . . .” his breaths come in ragged gasps, ears folding back, toes curling, claws denting your rubbery body.

You need this: your entire existence wrapped around his shaft. Your purpose is pleasure, and his mewling groans echo through you as the highest form of praise. His cock arcs up as he slams you down against his crotch.

“Cummmmmmnnnnnngh!” his words turn into a garbled ululation of pleasure, his balls tightening, cock throbbing as it jerks and spasms, pumping wave after wave of hot seed into your insides, drenching your mind in pure, unrestrained lust. Thick strings of pearlescent seed dribble from your beak, running down his knuckles.

His thrusts become smaller and smaller, cock quivering out a few last dollops of thick cum inside of you. His heavy, panting breaths ring in the stillness of the room. Eventually, his breathing slows back down and he pulls you up and off of his softening cock with a lewd squelch. It leaves you with a gnawing emptiness as you quiver in his grasp, leaking out strings of his warm seed.

“Cripes, birdy. You really are needy. You milked me for every last drop, and you’re still begging for more,” he chuckles, letting out a sigh of exhausted relief. “But now you’re all dirty, you filthy little thing. Here, let me get that for you . . .”

Your senses light up as he scrapes his massive pink tongue over your rubbery entrance. He laps up a few strings of errant seed from the outside before squelching into your backside, tongue swirling around and sliding back, lapping up his own salty cum as you squeeze insistently around him.

“Ahhh, gosh that was good,” he licks his chops and gives your rear passage a smooch, pulling back from your polished hole with a lewd pop.

“You really are something special.” He hugs you against his chest with one arm while the other dangles off the padded leather rack.

“Don’t you worry, my little birdy. We’ll play more later. But for now, I think I’m gonna take a little nap.” He rolls onto his side, cradling you against his warm chest fluff. You can feel his heartbeat begin to slow as he murmurs,

“Sweet dreams, my delightful little toy.”