FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"An Orca Week Vacation" By Socks (commissioned work) (C) 2016 Socks Furrotica

"Hey Duncan! We're going out for lunch! You coming?" Dan leaned way over onto Duncan's workspace in the most invasive way he could.

Duncan turned around. "Sorry, can't." he said. "I want to get this done."

"Workin' thru lunch, eh?" Dan chided. "You goin' for the brown-noser award this month?"

Duncan shook his head a little while closing his eyes. "I just need to get home early." He pushed his slightly overweight frame into his desk a little, trying to move away from Dan as much as he could.

"Ooooohhh!" Dan didn't sound convinced. "Well, have fun!" He then turned around to catch up to the group leaving the office. Duncan turned around, adjusting himself in the chair. He looked at the inbox, and then his phone sitting on his desk. And with a deep breath, he started typing.

5:45, Duncan pushed the post office door open with a sigh of relief. He'd made it. He walked to the desk, somewhat winded. "I.. have a package waiting for me. Here's the tracking info."

The clerk looked at his phone. "Let me go find it." And after a few agonizing minutes and an ID check, Duncan was out the door with a large cardboard box in his hands. He dropped it into the back seat, looking at it for a moment. He felt chills go down his spine. The waiting was almost over. Just ten more minutes until he got home.

Duncan burst into his apartment, putting the box down on the cheap kitchen chair next to the door. He closed, and locked the door behind him, and then eyed the box. He smiled, taking it into the kitchen area to get a pair of scissors. He carefully cut the packing tape, walked the few steps to his bed to put the box on it, and his groin felt heavy as he looked inside.

He was greeted with the sight of slick black rubber, two splotches of white on oppositie sides. "Perfect!" he said, hoisting the pile of rubber out of the box and holding it up. Inky black with white markings on what he knew was the underbelly of his costume. He designed it, after all! The hood had a limp rubber piece over the face, he held it up to look at the rostrum that would inflate over his face to give the proper orca appearance.

With a slow spin he looked over the deflated dorsal fin and slightly split and curved tail. He had to shift his stance to accommodate his growing erection as he kept lifting the suit out of the box. Finally the leggings, pure black as he requested. He felt like he could fall into the void the suit looked like it was making. And under the rubber costume, the paperwork and a plastic box. "Where's the accessories?" he asked aloud, looking through the box. But there was nothing else in it.

He grabbed the paper, and put the suit back down into the box. Just an invoice, a note that the accessories were still being made and would arrive within a week, and "First time" directions. He quickly read them, saw how to use the plastic box inflator, and made a soft "hmph" sound as he got to the "please be clean when trying it on the first time" part.

"One more delay..." he said. It was only a few steps to the shower, and he took the fastest one he could. He dried off almost as quickly, and not even bothering to get dressed he laid out the costume on the bed. And slowly, he unzipped the back of the costume. The inside smelled of fresh rubber, the scent making Duncan's head swim. He let out a soft, contented groan as he took in a very deep, intentional whiff of the inside of the suit.

He wasn't sure how to put it on, until he felt the inside of the costume. It felt slick, like it was pre-lubricated. Duncan shook at the idea, someone else preparing the suit especially for him. Duncan got onto his bed, straddling the costume as it lay on it's belly. He placed his legs in, one at a time. They slid effortlessly down into the leggings of the suit, his feet almost feeling like his heels clicked in at the end like a lock.

"ooohhh..." Duncan moaned unintentionally. He lost his arms under him, and he found his hips sliding in effortlessly as he literally fell into the suit. Then a clamping sensation around his penis. "Aahhhh!!!!" His eyes got wider, and then he felt the pressure on his shaft as it was being massaged in lubricated, tight rubber. He lay on his bed, rocking his hips back and forth, massaging his penis on the bed in pleasure. "no.. no..." he said to himself. "All of it... get it all on..."

He slid his arms into the sleeves, and found the slick rubber coating him all the way to the fingers. The hood slid over his face, and stayed open at the back. And with what felt like no effort at all, he reached back, pulling on the zipper to seal the skintight suit to his body. He rolled over, laying on his back and panting slightly. It's on, he thought. He rubbed his rubber coated hands along his rubber coated chest, tracing the white outline on his chest. But he knew he wasn't done, not yet.

Slowly, he stood up next to his bed, and looked himself over. Skin tight black and white rubber over his whole body, only his real eyes exposed under the white eye patches of the suit. But the tail, the fin and the face... All dangling, all lifeless. He looked into the box at the inflator box, and reached for it. And, as the instructions promised, there was a port at the bottom of the tail to take the input for the inflator.

He lay on his bed, and reached down to place the box onto the tail. The moment he spun the connector into it's lock position, it hummed to life. And almost immediately, Duncan could feel the suit constrict a little as it filled with air. "oohhhhh..." he moaned to himself a little. At first he felt the face piece get tight, the rostum inflating to give him that true orca appearance. The outline of his ears vanished as the hood filled with air, leaving his body looking streamlined and clean.

Next, his dorsal fin. He felt he zipper pull, but hold as the large, triangular fin inflated on his upper back. He had to roll onto his side to give it room, and eventually he felt like he could prop himself up against it. Then he felt the legs, arms and body tighten. He felt his stomach being packed tight into the confines of the rubber, making him look a little thinner in the process, and then the warm embrace around his shaft. Duncan clenched his hands and feet as the pleasure wave rolled through his body. He could orgasm just like this, but he clenched to try to hold off as long as he could.

Then his tail began to fill in, and the weight of it on his backside was noticeable, but natural. It pressed up against his ass, and felt so right. But then he noticed a problem, he couldn't reach the inflator! He was about to try and kick it with his foot when he felt an intense, warm pulse of pleasure roll through his groin.

He looked down, and saw a long, pink rubber shaft slithering out of his crotch slit. It grew until it was almost at his rib cage, a long cone that curved upwards to his body rather than away from him like normal. It was slick, like the inside of his suit, glistening. Then, without warning, the pump shut off and simply fell away from his tail landing on the bed unceremoniously.

Duncan stared at the alien shaft between his legs, it was thick, long, and very inhuman. He gave it a test stroke, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head in pure pleasure. Every inch of the shaft felt like his own, and felt very sensitive to his rubber handed touch. He wasn't thinking anymore, he just wanted this pleasure. Skin tight rubber, his tail bobbing slightly, his dorsal fin weight swaying as he moved his body. His rostum pushing against his face, but feeling as natural as his human face.

He couldn't wait anymore. He grasped his pink shaft with his hand, and began stroking. He propped himself on his dorsal fin, the pressure of it sending waves of pleasure through him. His feet stroked his tail, his hand on his shaft, his other feeling the smoothness of no external testicles between his legs, the smell of rubber engulfing him, the sensation of floating in the suit...

"Uhh.. ohh... Yes! Yes!" Duncan moaned out. Then he squeezed his legs against the inflated tail as he came. His whole body pushed with each spurt, and he could feel his semen hitting his face, his chest, his hips, his tail.... his whole body thrusting his hips upwards with each pulsing sensation. Then satisfaction, relaxation, inner peace. "I'm a good orca." he said softly to himself, feeling his spunk running down his chest along the rubber suit. Duncan lay partially on his side, the smell of the rubber and his cum the only things filling his mind. And he drifted into sleep.

Duncan reluctantly opened his eyes. He squinted to see the clock, and it was almost 6 AM. "Wh.. what?" he asked. Had he really slept that long? And was... well of course he was still inside the suit. His sheets told the tale of the previous night with lots of dry and drying stains all over them. So much though? He'd never, ever produced so much in his life to leave that large a stain. He laughed it off to himself, he'd deal with the laundry later. He had to get to work.

It took a little effort, but with his foot he could operate the release valve and pop it open. The whoosh of air was louder than he thought it would be, but in moments he felt the dorsal fin collapse, then the tail, then the suit body, and finally the hood. And once it had, he could reach the zipper. As he took the costume off, he felt like it wasn't right. He felt like he was removing his skin, the right skin. He shook his head as the hood came off, and he found that the rest of the suit came off with a few easy pulls.

He slowly got off of his bed, looking at the costume as it lay completely opened before him. "I know what I'm doing for vacation!" he said with a smile. He stepped over to his shower to clean up, and caught a look at himself in the mirror. Along his back there was a large, black oval marking down the center of his spine. Not a light marking like a bleed stain, but dark black like it had been stamped in ink. "awww hell..." Duncan said to himself. "Allright, I'll... later."

After he had showered, he looked again and the mark was still there. He sighed to himself, and as he got dressed he looked over the suit. Nothing about it seemed like it would bleed onto his skin, but he didn't have time to worry about it. He had to get to work. He zipped the suit shut as the instructions said to do, quickly wiped the outside of the suit with a paper towel, and left it laying on the bed.

The whole day was miserable. Duncan kept shifting in his chair, his back itched where the mark was. "So you working through lunch again there, Dunny?" Dan said mockingly.

Duncan tried to not cringe. "No, I'm not working through lunch again." he said, somewhat agitated.

"ooo! So salty!" And after Duncan didn't turn around he laughed to himself. "Oh, hey, Dunny, can ya do be a favor? I got a client golf thing today and I need someone to... ya know..." Duncan didn't respond, he just kept working on his project. "It'll look good on your review, putting in some OT before you leave for a week..."

"Fine, fine." Duncan said reluctantly. "Just lemme finish this first."

His co-worker pointed "That's my Dunny! I'll hit ya up with the info on e-mail!" Duncan just nodded and went back to his computer. He looked on the monitor to make sure Dan had left, he opened up a folder on his processor, and clicked on the "Work.exe" file.

Ten minutes later, he got the e-mail from Dan, it was just grunt work that would take time. Ten minutes after that, the "work.exe" app began to blink. Duncan quickly swapped over to it to make sure it was recording. He watched the footage being recorded for a moment, but then went back to his work screen. After an hour, he stopped the recording, attached his cell phone to his work computer, and transferred the file. Someday, he knew, but not right now. He had other things to think about.

Work was, finally, over. Duncan didn't talk to anyone on his way out, his mind was elsewhere. The whole ride home Duncan was trying to figure out why the suit would have bled. Rubber shouldn't do things like that, he thought. Did he have a reaction to it? Was it just too tight? He wasn't he thinnest guy in the world, perhaps it was just pinching and causing some kind of weird bruising on his back?

When he got home Duncan locked the door behind him, and looked at the suit still laying on his bed. Vacation plans or not, he had to figure out why it was leaving marks. He threw his clothing off onto the computer chair, and went into his bathroom for a shower. He turned around to look at the mark on his back, and it had gotten larger. The black stain wasn't just the oval on his back, it was moving up his shoulders. And oddly, it drifted to his lower back in an oddly specific pattern.

"Dammit." he said to himself, turning on the hot water. He scrubbed as best he could. But when he got out, the rather large mark was still there. He sighed to himself, and unzipped the suit to look inside. The slick material was still liquid somehow. He ran his hand along it, and looked at the slightly oily substance. It didn't stain his hand, and wiped off on his towel easily.

"I wonder if it's just the fin..." he asked to himself. In it's deflated state, he just couldn't tell. "May as well." He grabbed the inflator box from where it rolled off the bed the previous night, and attached it to the tail. The motor whirred to life, and a soft hissing sound came from the zipper. "Oh fuck..." he said, looking at the open tubes. He then realized that they weren't tears, but tubes. He'd have to zip the suit shut to inflate it.

Duncan shrugged, zipping the empty suit up the back as the inflator motor whirred away. He turned on his computer, and sat in the chair only wearing his towel. He eventually hooked his phone into his computer, and transferred the video file into the folder with the dozens of others he'd been collecting. He'd glance back to look at the progress occasionally. It took much longer than the previous night, Duncan figured it was because he wasn't wearing it. He started surfing the internet, just killing time.

After almost an hour the inflator whirred as if it was trying to go into overdrive. Duncan turned around and removed the plastic inflation box, placing it next to his computer. Laying on his bed was the orca suit looking like a somewhat deflated humanoid. The legs and arms were very soft, as was the chest and belly, but damn it looked good, even just laying there on it's stomach. "Ok, lemme look at that fin..."

Duncan was about to reach for the zipper when he saw the pelvis rock, as if balancing on a point. Curious, he turned it over to see the long, cone-like protrusion poking out of the slit between the legs. Long, pink, glistening... He watched it as it kept growing out of the slit, making the suit teeter even more. He rolled the suit over, and hung the feet over the side of his bed. The shaft kept growing larger.

With a smile, Duncan got on his knees between the legs of the costume. Nobody would know, and it's right here... He opened his mouth, and placed the tip of he shaft on his tongue. The taste was very salty, but not unpleasant. He began to lick, taking the tapered tip slowly into his mouth. He found his hand resting on the hips of the costume as he bobbed his head up and down, closing his eyes, imagining it was a real cock.

Duncan kept doing this for a few minutes before he stopped, starting to pull back his head. He suddenly felt a force against his head push down. "Oh no you don't." A deep voice said. "You're not gonna cock tease me like that and not finish it!" Duncan tried to pull back in surprise, but the force behind his head was very strong. "Just relax, boy. Let me handle it."

Duncan tried to push, but he felt his arms and hands slip a little as he lost balance. He fell forward, and he felt the shaft push past his mouth, and into his throat. He tried to make noises, but could only make muffled groans. "You're allright, boy." He felt the force move to the side of his head, then another on the other side. And he felt his head being pushed down, and then up, and then down on the shaft.

The panic subsided, replaced by a soothing feeling through his body. His arms relaxed, this hands dropped to the bed, and he felt a calm sensation wash over him like a wave. "There we go, boy..." the deep voice said softly. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Duncan tried to nod, but barely could. "You love suckin' that orca cock, huh boy?" He kept trying to nod. "I think you'll like a lot more than that."

Duncan could feel himself being worked, the sensation of his hair being grabbed as this shaft worked it's way into his throat and down. "We're gonna have to make... changes here...." Duncan felt lightheaded, then suddenly he realized he was breathing again. "That's a good start." the voice sounded a little more gruff. "Now we can do this right..." Then the grab was very forceful, and Duncan felt his head being thrust hard into the orca shaft. He could feel it inside of him, moving and probing down his throat.

"Oh yeah boy! Here you go! One... big.... salty... load!" the shaft pulsated, and Duncan could feel something warm splash and wash down his throat. Then his head was thrust forward in several short bursts, accompanied with grunts and hard grabs. And after the last throb subsided, the grip finally released.

Duncan fell backwards onto this ass, panting hard. He opened his eyes, and saw the suit sitting upright on his bed, the long, pink shaft descending somewhat but still flipping around, almost invitingly. "wh... wha... who... " Duncan panted out desperately.

"Shh." the suit said. Duncan was too stunned to move. "Your markings are coming along nicely...." It leaned forward, tracing along the top of Duncan's head. Duncan shivered as he felt the touches along a sensitive opening on the top of his head. "Oh yes, you're a natural. I barely had to do anything to make that happen."

"What... are you doing?" Duncan asked.

"Giving you what you want." the suit said. Duncan looked up to see the anthro form of a fully filled out orca, tight stomach, large, powerful arms and legs, full slick rubber skin, and that shaft that was still dancing before him. "Oh come now, you spent the night inside me, I think I know what you want better than you do."

"How... you're a costume... what..."

"Shh." the suit said, placing his hands on Duncan's face. "You don't need to worry about the details. Toys don't have to worry about the details. I know what you want." The costume took a hand off of Duncan's face, and used a finger to get a dab of precum off it's shaft. He then traced it into a pattern around Duncan's eyes. "It's why you bought me, isn't it? It's why you ordered the other stuff." Duncan's jaw was shaking, feeling the cool liquid on his skin. "You liked sucking me off, don't lie." Duncan just nodded, and he felt the skin around his eyes get a little sticky, it pulled on the skin around his face as it got tighter. "I heard you say something about a vacation this morning?"

"y.. yeah... It starts today and I'm off for a week."

"So where were you going?"

"I.. don't know..." Duncan said, slowly regaining his strength.

"Good." the suit said, smiling a somewhat toothy grin. "On the bed, face down." Duncan tried to get up, and with some effort he obeyed, laying on his belly. "Because I'm going to make a deal with you." the suit stood up off the bed, and reached behind him. He pulled on something from his back with a soft, tearing sound. "I'm about to take away all your problems, all your self doubt, all your worries. I'm going to make you... what you desire." Duncan then felt something pressed into his back, straight up his spine, and up to the center of his head. "This is your rip cord, boy." the suit said. "At any time, you can pull it, and you'll go back to normal. You have the power to stop this any time you want. Understand?"

"y... yes Sir."

"you know your place, good." the suit straddled Duncan's body, and Duncan felt a warm sensation between his ass cheeks. "But I don't think you will pull the cord." He felt the warm, hot mass sliding back and forth over his ass cheeks, then his ass was being pushed together as the costume thrusted back and forth. "In fact, I think you like this too much." Duncan only nodded.

He then felt the suit push his hips down, and it's shaft squirmed all along Duncan's back. With each flick, Duncan felt the cool sensation of liquid being left behind, then it stopped. Duncan felt the costume's warm hands massaging it in like hot oil. Duncan groaned in pleasure, then felt the costume's shaft between his ass cheeks again.

"Yes, boy." the costume said, masturbating itself several times over Duncan's back and rubbing it's pre into his skin. "You're starting to look even better now."

"Are.. you gonna fuck me Sir?" Duncan asked meekly.

"Not now." the costume said. "But oh yes, I will." Duncan shivered at the thought of the orca's shaft inside of him, but the massaging felt too good. He then felt himself being rolled over, and looking directly up at the orca on top of him. The costume lifted Duncan by his legs, and made Duncan straddle his shoulders. The orca took his shaft, and Duncan's, and began to rub them together. "This needs to go." Duncan barely registered what the orca was saying, but he felt his shaft getting rubbed, wet and slick.

Duncan grabbed the sheets, and groaned loudly. "Gonna cum, boy?" Duncan only nodded. "Blow the load, boy." the orca grinned widely. "Blow the whole load." the costume stroked their shaftes together faster, Duncan could only feel the slick orca hand work him quickly. He didn't hold back anymore. Duncan tensed up, and felt the orgasm rip through his whole body. With a loud groan he pressed his head back into the pillows, his whole body surging with electricity as he spurted over and over, nonstop, for what felt like hours.

Finally spent, Duncan lay back, panting hard. He felt the orca still massaging his shaft and his groin. And then he let it go, and Duncan felt something long and wet flop on his stomach. "That's much better." Duncan barely understood through the haze of pleasure. The costume ran his hand under Duncan's pink shaft, feeling the streamlined contours of Duncan's vent. Duncan let out a weak groan of pleasure before he surrendered to sleep.

Duncan woke up, the sun filling the small room. He groaned a little as he rolled out of bed. But as he stood up, he felt like something was wrong. His morning routine was... not needed. He didn't feel the need to use the washroom, or have breakfast. He looked down at his naked body, and felt a wave of panic wash over him.

Then a pair of arms went around his shoulders. "Relax, boy." The smooth, rubber touch of Master was enough to make him calm down. "What's wrong?"

"Where's my dick?" Duncan blurted out. "And my hair? And my skin?"

"that IS your skin." Master traced along the white outline at the side of Duncan's body. "Rubber toys don't need hair. And your DICK..." Master reached to Duncan's crotch, and fingered the slit. Dncan's knees almost buckled as the pleasure washed through him fully. And in moments, a pink cone appeared out of it. "It's where it needs to be."

Duncan reached down with his black, rubber hand, and touched his shaft. He could feel a slick coating on it. He then looked at his hand, it was smooth, black rubber. It looked somewhat oily now. He looked at his feet, no toes, just black rubber over them. "Bu... how..."

"Rubber toys shouldn't worry about things like that." Master said slowly, as if explaining it to a child. "Rubber Toys should only worry about one thing..." Master turned Duncan around, and looked him dead in the eyes. "Being a good toy." Duncan's eyes got very wide as the words hit him extra hard; he just nodded. "We have some training to do boy. You need to learn cock sucking."

Master was almost insatiable, and by the third lesson so was Duncan. Master coached Duncan for hours, and with each one sucking cock got easier and easier, his tongue able to please Master's shaft expertly, his hands rubbing Master's smooth crotch and tail just perfectly. Every lesson ended with a warm reward that Duncan drank up eagerly.

Time just seemed to start passing. Duncan woke up to find Master walking back into the apartment. "Master? Where.. did you go?"

"Package arrived. For you." Master said, closing the door behind him.

"You... went downstairs like... that?" Duncan felt his cheeks get red.

"Why shouldn't I?" Master asked with an amused tone in his voice. "Oh, the guy in 104 is a hunk, don't you think so?" Duncan felt his shaft tingle inside his slit. "Doesn't matter, your new things are here."

"New... things?"

Master Orca just opened the box without looking up. "Well yes. I think you'll enjoy them. You did order them, after all." He reached into the box, and took out two rubber pieces. "Tail up." Duncan looked a little confused, but Master just spun him around, and forced his head down onto the bed and into the dried up stains on it, and pulled Duncan's ass up in the air. "Now, don't move."

Duncan held his head down, and felt something being pressed into his hips, then higher almost under his rib cage. Then a warm sensation followed, but passed quickly. He heard Master Orca step away. Duncan reached up slowly with his hand, and felt the protrusions on the sides of his hips. He gave them a test pull, and let out a surprise moan.

"I knew you'd like that, toy." Master Orca said. He stepped forward, slapping Duncan's hand away from his new handles. He grabbed the toy's handles, and pulled Duncan backwards as hard as he could. Duncan let out a cry of pleasure as he yielded, feeling his Master's hips hit his own. "good. Perfect placement." Master Orca said, letting go. Duncan fell hard to the bed, breathing heavily through his blowhole. "I think we should break them in, don't you, toy?"

Duncan rolled over, and looked at Master Orca who just waved with his fingers. He followed Master into the shower. Without saying anything, they both got in. The water got turned on, and Master began to play-bite Duncan along his neck as the water ran down their rubber bodies. Duncan groaned in pleasure, losing himself into the sensations. Master rubbed his hands along Duncan's head, using the water as lubricant, rubbing the sides of his toy's head intensely. The gentle squeaking made Duncan's shaft begin to poke out of his slit. Master kept stroking around Duncan's head, until the sides gave no resistance and was simply smooth. "Yes..." Master whispered, admiring his work. "Starting to look like a proper orca now, toy..." He pushed Duncan's back against the wall of the shower, kissing him deeply.

Duncan raised his leg along Master's hip, and he felt a strong grab on his handles. Duncan felt Master's shaft dancing between his thighs, and he brought his other leg up to straddle his Master. He rested them along Master's tail. Master gripped his handles tight, pushing Duncan into the wall, and thrust.

Duncan let out a yelp of pleasure, feeling the water run down his rubber body, the slickness inside him, Master's shaft swerving back and forth inside his body, and the taper of Master's shaft as it got wider the deeper he thrusted. "Oh... so nice..." Master said with a deep, breathy voice. "Squeak for me, toy." He thrusted hard again, and Duncan let out a loud squeak. "Yessss. toy..."

Duncan wrapped his arms around Master, putting them under the dorsal fin to hold on. Master grinded his hips into Duncan, grunting with each thrust. His grip on toy's handles got harder, making Duncan's make louder squeaking noises with each thrust. Master didn't hold back, letting the water spray all over his Toy's body as he fucked him as hard as he could. Master then forced his Toy down onto the base of his shaft, and with a bite to he toy's shoulder he shuddered as he climaxed. Toy felt his body tense, and he climaxed with his Master, spraying his toy seed all over his Master's and his own stomach.

Master took a moment to recover, then kissed his toy deeply as the water ran down their bodies. "That was hot, toy." Master said.

"Thank you, Master!" Duncan said with a high pitched squeaky voice. Master only smiled, grabbing the detachable shower head and hosing his toy down with it. Duncan craned his head back, enjoying the feeling of water rolling down his body.

When they left the shower, Duncan sat on his bed as Master retrieved something else from the box. "Show me your hands." Duncan did, and Master placed rubber mittens over them, securing them at his wrist with buckles. "Reach back to your zipper." Duncan did, and tried to grab it. His rubber skin felt slicker than it had, and he couldn't get a good grip. "ok, toy, stop. I wanted to make sure you could still grab it."

Duncan nodded. "I.. don't want to, Master."

Master leaned forward until his rostrum was next to his toy's nose. "I know." And he kissed his toy again.

Duncan spent time resting and training, sucking his Master, getting mounted. Each training session ended with Duncan getting to cum. Each climax came with louder squeaking, more pleasure, more changes.

One night Duncan was laying on his back, and he felt a pressure growing along his back while Master was fucking him. Master re-positioned him, and he felt a familiar leverage along the back of his spine. Master held Toy's handles tight as his dorsal fin mashed along the bed. When his Master climaxed, Duncan could feel a pressure over his ass as if something was inflating. When his Master released his handles, and got up, Duncan lay on his somewhat over-sized ass. Master Orca only smiled, then leaned down to trace the outline of his toy's tail.

Duncan groaned loud. Master Orca laughed a little. "A couple more fuckings and it'll fill out nicely, Toy." Duncan nodded, and spread his legs, holding them with his mitts. Master laughed. "You need recovery time, toy." Master stood up as Duncan let his legs go. "You'll be a full toy soon."

Duncan tried to speak, but instead he heard a soft squeak escape his mouth that sounded a little like "yes Master". Duncan rested, and quickly fell into the clutches of sleep.

Master stood over his toy, and smiled as he watched it go into full sleep mode. He went to the box in the kitchen, retrieving the white rubber restraints. Quietly he strapped them onto his toy's wrists and ankles, and buckled them shut. He rubbed them gently, making the rubber seal to the toy's skin. "He's not gonna pull." Master then returned to his Toy's computer, and resumed going over the files. "Oh, you dirty, dirty boy..." he said with a smirk.

It was another shower session that Duncan's tail fully formed. Master was holding the running water over Duncan's body while mounting him with long, deep penetrations. And with each thrust, Duncan could feel his tail getting longer, thicker, his human ass vanished to a long, thick flowing tail. The fins inflated and rested against the shower wall. With a burst of squeaks and chirps, Duncan felt his pink rubber shaft spurt all over his belly. The water in the shower causing it to drip down to this tail, the sensation of his new tail making him climax even longer.

His Master held the water over his toy, and himself deep into it's tail hole, watching it spasm and writhe in pleasure. "Good toy." he said softly. "You're almost ready." Toy squeaked as Master withdrew out from it's tail hole. Master rinsed his toy clean, and then let it rest back on the bed. He looked over at the computer screen to double check the event page, and smiled to himself.

When Duncan awoke, he saw his Master playing with a black strap of rubber. "I think you're ready, toy." Duncan nodded. "stand up." Duncan did as instructed, and Master Orca put the strap down on the bed. He then reached up to the top of the ziper. Duncan felt a wave of panic run through him, and let out a distressed squeak. "Shh, toy." Master grabbed the zipper pull. "the rip cord only works it if YOU pull it. Do you want to pull it?" Duncan squeaked, and shook his head. "Good."

Master Orca pulled the zipper down, and Duncan collapsed instantly. Master Orca held the suit by the shoulder, and quickly stepped into it. He stuffed his tail into the toy's tail, and pulled his dorsal fin into his toy's shell. It took some fumbling, but he managed to work the zipper all the way up. He pulled Duncan's face over his own rostrum, and sealed the suit.

"Now, toy... Surrender." Duncan didn't understand his Master's voice he heard in his head, but then felt something pulling away from his mind. He almost panicked, but somehow it felt right. It felt good. Duncan felt his pink shaft escape his vent, and curve up along his belly. Duncan grabbed the shaft, and stroked it for all he could. Toy felt the pleasure of release wash over him. He felt his rostrum fill with air, Master's form was now his form. Toy's form was Master's form. Toy's mind was Master'ss mind. Toy just needed to be a toy. Toy exists for Master. "Good toy. Let go. Surrender. Be the toy you know you are. MY toy."

Toy squeaked loud and high pitched as he climaxed, each pump of his shaft radiating throughout his skin and pulsing inward, continuing long after his shaft stopped pumping. Toy felt things pulling away from him, but it didn't matter. Toy existed to please Master Orca, Toy existed to please, Toy exists.

Toy's zipper self opened, and Master Orca gently pulled the hood off. He felt the slick goo in his jet black hair and all over his flesh, but it wasn't bad. He pulled his hands out of the toy's mitts, and lowered the suit all the way to the floor. He carefully put the suit on the bed, stomach down and flat. He looked over his new body, pale flesh, no other body hair, the elaborite orca tattoo on his upper arm marking his origin. "Hmm... Not bad..." he said. He reached down to the toy, and zipped it up. "I know you can hear me, Toy." he said. He reached to the bottom of the sealed zipper, and pulled it off of the suit. "And I know you want this, forever." He pulled the zipper completely off, and smoothed over the seam until it vanished.

He grabbed the inflator, and looked for the nozzle on the tail. "I know this will feel so good, Toy, enjoy." He attached it, and the motor sprung to life. Toy felt the rush of air fill it, and he cooed to himself.

Master Orca took in a shower, careful to not to scrub too hard. When he got out, his Toy was almost filled. Toy was sporting a massive erection and massaging it with his mitts. Master chuckled to himself. "Stop." Toy obeyed. He then took the inflator off of the toy's tail. "Kneel." toy obeyed. Master then took the black rubber strap, and showed it to Toy. It had "TOY" in white rubber along the neck with the d-rings. "You want it, toy?" Toy squeaked and nodded. "Suck."

Toy simply obeyed. He placed his rostrum into Master's crotch, and with his thick, slick tongue he sucked his Master's human cock. Master groaned with a smile, enjoying the wet sucking sensations. He let his toy suck for a few minutes "Stop." Toy obeyed, but had Master's cock deep in his throat. Master placed the collar around his Toy's neck, buckling and sealing it. "Now make me cum, I want to mark my toy."

Toy did everything Master had taught him in the last week. He sucked, he played with Master's balls, he caressed his ass, and it didn't take long, Master held his toy's collar as he came with a loud grunting sound. Toy tasted his MASTERS seed, and it clicked. it was Master's toy. It belonged to Master. It was a toy for Master. Master owns Toy.

Master Orca pulled out of his toy's mouth slowly, and he could see the final stages happening to his toy. "Good toy." Master said. Toy placed it's mitts behind it's back, and bowed it's head submissively. "We've got a busy night, toy. Help me get dressed, won't you? The rubber meet is in a few hours." Master Orca went to the kitchen to reach for his own outfit, a tight rubber orca costume meant specifically for himself.

Monday afternoon, Master Orca walked into the office of the regional manager with a slight smirk. "Hey, Dan? I'm just letting you know, I need to leave my position."

"What?" He asked, more as a dismissive question.

"I need to quit." he said. "I'm sorry, but I can't be here anymore."

Dan stopped what he was doing, paused, then looked up to Master Orca with a concerned look. "You get back from vacation with new hair and whatever and you quit? What's up?" he asked, getting up from his desk.

"Everything is fine." Master Orca said. "At least with me." He reached into his suit pocket, and produced a thumbnail drive. He placed it down on the table. "I think you'll find this file enlightening."

The manager looked at it quizzically, and with some caution he placed it into his hard drive. In only had one video file with a date as it's title. He clicked it, and almost immediately he saw himself fully engrossed in oral sex with woman from the office. "Where did you get this?"

"Does it matter?" Master Orca asked. "But you really shouldn't piss off ex employees with friends still in the company." Master Orca smirked. "But, that's not important. I have it, and I have lots more like it." Dan's expression shifted into anger.

"So what are you going to do?" Dan asked angrily. "Send this to corporate?"

"No." Master Orca said. "I know your connections there too. No, I think I'm going to send this and the other ten videos to her husband." Dan's face went from anger to blood-drain pale. "Oh, you've met him?"

Dan clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the fire from his eyes. "What do you want?"

"Top level severance package."

"done."

"And your resignation from the company."

"WHAT?" Dan stood back up. "No fucking way."

"You know her husband is ex-seals? He's got quite the arsenal in his home. You should ask her the next time you call her in for a golf date." Master Orca smiled sadistically. "Oh, if I may critique, your long game is lacking."

Dan took in a deep breath through a clenched jaw. "I'll think about that."

"Don't think too long." Master Orca said. "I gave a copy of that to a friend, if he doesn't hear from me in a week or if anything happens to me at any time, he's going to hand-deliver it to Mr. Jaques on my behalf." Dan glared from across the desk. "So I'd suggest you work on that quickly." He paused a moment to let Dan stew. "Oh, you have 5 days."

"FIVE?"

Master Orca leaned forward and spoke slowly, as if to a child. "It might look good on your resume if you expedite it." Master Orca then left the office, not turning back to his cubicle.

Later that night, Master Orca got an e-mail. "Done, and done."

He smiled, turning around to see Toy laying on the bed completely deflated. "I'm surprised you didn't do that sooner, Toy." He reached over to stroke the deflated toy along it's back, hearing a soft churring squeak. "don't worry toy... we'll be gone from here VERY soon. Water toys like you shouldn't be landlocked." Master Orca smiled, going back to the computer to start searching for a worthy vehicle.