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The Fetish Institute An Otter Whore For Faceless_Lord By Draconicon

Dexter woke up to find that he couldn't move. It wasn't the first time that the otter had found himself in bondage, but it was the first time that he felt paralyzed rather than helpless. He didn't remember his friend having such an interest in that last night...

Even moving his eyes was difficult, his muscles barely moving at all. He struggled, pulling at them with everything that he had, until one eye finally opened. Dexter blinked once, twice, clearing it so that he could see properly, and then stared.

He was most definitely not in his bedroom. Sure, there was still a mirror above him, but this one was broken up into a hundred different panels spreading across the entire ceiling rather than one solid thing, and it reflected him bound down to a table rather than laying on his own bed. The otter was naked as the day he was born, his cock flopped down over his balls, and his fur almost looking like it had just been cleaned and dried.

Well, wherever I am, someone certainly didn't want a sweaty otter on their table, he thought. He would have shaken his head at that point, but his body still wasn't listening. Okay, okay, enough with the jokes. Where am I?

As he worked on opening his other eye, he tried to look around. There was only so much he could see with his eye being the only thing that could move, but the mirrored ceiling helped a bit with that. There were machines all along the walls, most of them some sort of computer console, but here and there he saw mechanical arms, almost like the sorts he'd seen in dentist offices in the past that could stretch out to reach patients from different angles. Some seemed to have other machines mounted on them, while others seemed to end in a screen of sorts. Others still just dangled tubes all over the place, and he had no idea what that would be for.

A soft swish of a door opening distracted him, but he could only see the tops of the heads of the people walking in.

Who are you, he wanted to ask, but the most he could do was hum past his own lips.

They walked closer and closer until they were in eyesight, leaning over him. There was a wolf and a giraffe, the pair of them looking him over with little flashlights and other devices, prodding at him until he groaned from the pressure on his sides.

"Looks like he's conscious enough for the procedure," the wolf said.

Procedure?

The giraffe nodded, stepping off to the side while the wolf leaned in, tapping the otter on the forehead.

"Alright. It's too late for you to stop any of this, so it doesn't hurt to let you know what's going to happen. You're in the middle of a place called the Institute, captured on orders from some of the higher authorities to help fund Project Windrider."

"Nnngh..."

"Don't try to talk. You can't. You're currently under the effects of a powerful muscle relaxant to make sure that you don't try anything stupid. Then again, considering what you were found doing last night, that was probably stock in trade, for you."

Dexter would have blushed, if the situation wasn't quite so insane. After all, going to bed with a toy up his ass wasn't that bad...even if the toy in question was a narrow wine bottle...

The giraffe returned, carrying along several of the tube machines that the otter had noted. Two small ones were pressed down on his chest, while a third, bigger one, went down between his legs. He grunted softly, the sound simple enough to get past his paralysis, as the tube went all the way down to the base of his cock and felt like it was locking in place.

"Quiet. It's part of the transformative process. Besides, I'm thinking that you'll like it, considering what you already do to yourself. It's hardly that new; we're just taking that inner slut of yours and putting it on the outside."

That made no sense, but Dexter didn't have a chance to argue. No sooner had the wolf finished talking than some switch was flipped, and he gasped for breath.

Suction hit him hard from all three of the tubes, the two around his nipples making the little bits of flesh pop up right through the fur. They strained upwards as he stared down, getting harder, and even...even getting bigger.

The sheer power of that suction force was dragging them right up into the tube. They'd never stood out that far from his fur before, but as the tubes kept sucking, his nipples kept getting harder, and kept standing up taller. Half a centimeter became a centimeter, and that in and of itself became two centimeters, pushing up and up.

As he gasped for breath, the tube around his cock was no less powerful, pulling at him until he was stretched to full size. The otter whimpered, unable to do anything but stare at his own reflection as his cock filled the tube up, stretched by the tension of the suction to a full seven inches.

"Hmmm, not so sufficient as we hoped, is it, Doctor?"

"I'm afraid not, Doctor. Perhaps a little introduction of further aphrodisiacs?"

"I think that will be perfect, Doctor."

"Thank you, Doctor."

This time it was the wolf who stepped out of view, while the giraffe fiddled with things. He didn't know what was going on, but Dexter whimpered anyway, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure as his nipples and cock were sucked on driving him nuts.

He felt a slight injection in his hip, and suddenly a heat started running through him. The otter's whimpers turned to moans in short order, and he gasped as his cock started to throb on its own, getting harder inside of the tube rather than being purely stretched out by the suction. The otter shivered, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

Things were growing...it was almost impossible to see in the reflection, but he could see them growing. His cock had already taken on another inch or two, and his chest was starting to swell, almost like the pressure on his nipples was dragging something else up from his chest at the same time.

No, no, that's...that's impossible!

The wolf came back, and with him was some sort of visor. Dexter tried to shake his head, but the paralysis was too strong as it was pressed down over his face. Darkness came, followed by a sudden bright light.

Suction in the visor seal held his eyes wide open as he was forced to stare into the screen, a slow swirl of black and white drawing his eyes right to the center as words started to flash across the screen.

_Slut.

Whore.

Dick-lover.

Cock-sucker.

Tail-raiser.

Cum-guzzler.

Slut.

Whore._

They flashed past again and again, and he shivered with each one as the tubes sucked harder than ever, pulsing over his cock and nipples, making them swell, making them more and more sensitive.

His cock in particular was getting hit hard, and he could barely hold himself together as he felt it getting harder, feeling his balls starting to pull up.

_Slut.

Whore.

Cum dump._

Dexter tried to close his eyes, but the pressure from the visor kept them open, forcing him to stare into the flickering words, and the tiny images that ghosted their way through the spiral. Pictures of men, pictures of women...and pictures of shemales, of women with cocks standing straight up and begging to be used. He shivered as he watched all sorts of species parade past his vision, of shemales bent over with their asses up in the air, of seeing their holes filled with cum and dripping down their legs, of being in high heels and tight skirts, of seeing their breasts bounce as they were fucked...

He came, feeling the warmth around his cock in the tube for a moment before it was sucked away.

"Nnnnnnnngh!"

A weak scream was ripped from his lips as the suction continued unabated, squeezing his cock and pulling on it, pulsing around the whole length and tormenting him in his sensitive post-orgasm state. He shivered, unable to even squirm away as he was paralyzed, unable to wriggle, unable to do anything as the pleasure and pain hit him harder and harder.

The images and words bombarded his mind through the spiral, pulling him in, forcing him to stare at the shemales, seeing them turn more and more into otter shemales, big boobed otter shemales with big, fat asses and thick tails that were begging for -

"Mmmmph!"

Another orgasm, another shift, another blast. He groaned, whimpering, feeling more and more pressure on his...

Her...

Her body...

She blacked out, her eyes held open even as her consciousness faded away.

Dexter woke up again on his belly, and the otter groaned as he slowly shook his head. The feeling of movement was actually rather welcome, considering his nightmare of being pinned on his-her back and forced to -

The otter blinked. Her? But she was -

No, she was -

"What..."

"Starting to wake up, I see."

Dexter looked up, and saw the wolf from earlier. Then it wasn't a nightmare; she was really trapped in the room - in some Institute - with people that were intent on making her into something that she wasn't.

The otter tried to pull back, but quickly found that she was stuck, her arms tied down to the table she was lying on, and her head likewise trapped in some sort of collar. Her hips were raised up, she could feel, and her ankles were tied down in the same way that the rest of her was.

It was...rather strange, though. It almost felt like she had some sort of cushion on her chest.

The wolf must have noticed her confusion, because he chuckled and pulled on a few different arms. They had mirrors on them, giving her a number of different viewpoints, and Dexter gasped at what she saw.

It was no male-looking otter on the table. Instead, her face had been trimmed down, made more feminine with softer angles and less of a jawline, and it almost looked like her eyebrows had been given some sort of lift or something.

More than that, her chest was supported by a pair of breasts that looked huge. Bigger than the double Ds at the strip clubs that she occasionally had walked by before, and feeling heavy and thick. Even though she laid on them, flattening them out, she could feel how much they would pull if she was walking around.

Worse, still, she could see that her arms had been altered in her sleep, as well. They were no longer as streamlined as they were, and instead looked rather weak, slender and attractive, but no longer swimmer arms.

"What..."

Oh geez, even her voice had been changed.

"What did you do to me?"

"I told you, we are bringing that inner slut of yours out to the surface. Do you really think that you could do all that you need to as a simple male? No, you need more of an advantage than that."

The wolf chuckled.

"Besides. Something tells me that if you really want all that dick, you won't mind having a body that appeals to both the straight guys and the gay guys."

She shivered.

"I...I didn't want this, though. Come on, let me go! Just go and find someone that actually wants this."

"Hmmm, we could, but then we'd have to put in the training for the sexual parts, too, and most people take longer to learn all that. Body transformation is cheap. Mental transformation is more expensive."

"Is that why I can't think of myself as a he anymore?"

"Heh, you catch on quick, otter."

The pat on her head felt more demeaning than anything else, but Dexter was surprised at the sheer urge to push up against it, to feel the pat a little more firmly. The behavior was almost bitch-like, needing that approval.

She wasn't sure if she liked that.

The wolf walked around her, barely visible in the mirrors as he stood at her side, running a hand along her bare hips.

"Now, you've got a bigger pair of breasts, and your face looks rather improved, considering what we were starting with. But we need to add to some stuff back here. The ladies will like you as a living dildo, now that you've been grown, but we need to give you a little more junk in the trunk."

"You..."

Dexter didn't even have the words anymore. All she could think of was the fact that she had breasts, that she couldn't even think of herself as a man anymore. It wasn't supposed to work like that. She wasn't supposed to just become something else because of sheer bad luck.

The wolf didn't explain any further, though he did bring something that looked like a camera arm down, pointing towards her ass. One of the mirrors suddenly flickered, and she realized that they were just more screens held on arms. It changed to show the view from behind, and she stared.

Her dick ran down the back of the thing propping her hips up, and it was enormous. The seven inches she'd had before had almost doubled, reaching thirteen in total, and it looked like a short baseball bat sticking out from between her legs. Her balls, likewise, had been grown, and she shivered as she realized that she was rock hard, throbbing and dripping despite a complete lack of stimulation.

"How..."

"Don't you worry about making a mess, girl. There's plenty of cleaning people for that, and besides, it's not like you'll actually cum. We added a few structures to the inside of your cock, and you'll be permanently hard for the rest of your days. No cumming, though, just perpetual bliss on the edge of orgasm."

Oh...my...god...

She shivered as the wolf dragged a finger down the edge of her cock, making it twitch and throb at the contact. It was so intense, and at the same time, orgasm felt so very far away. Even as he stroked his slick palm along the head of her cock, she could feel that there was no way that she was going to be blowing her load anytime soon.

He pulled his hand back, and grabbed a few tools. She could see that he was parting her ass cheeks, using something or other to make sure that they stayed well parted, and revealing her hole.

"Looks like you've been gaping quite a bit, otter."

Dexter slowly nodded. It was something of a habit, pushing big things in there. It tended to leave a mark, over time.

"Well, that's easy enough to fix. But first, some interior stuff. You're already numbed, though, so you can simply...watch."

And the otter did, unable to look away as the wolf performed a strange procedure.

It started with a stretcher forced into her ass, pressing past her rim with nothing but a sensation of cold and pressure. As the doctor started pulling on it, her ass stretched...and stretched...and stretched some more, until her rim was pulled over five inches apart, bigger than any toy that she had ever taken. The rim itself looked like it was on the verge of breaking, the skin shimmering but not quite splitting, and Dexter stared in shocked awe.

The wolf reached inside of her, his fist fitting past the stretched passage with ease, and she felt his fingers drawing along her inner walls. Dexter shivered, the otter unable to look away as she felt and saw fingers pressing around until they found her prostate.

Her cock drooled all over the table as the doctor pressed it repeatedly, almost milking it dry before pulling his hand back. Some sort of small machine - rounded and flat - was pushed inside and pressed to the same place.

"Now, to seal it in..."

The doctor took some sort of stick-like thing and pushed it inside of her ass, and Dexter gasped at the heat that came with it. It must have been some sort of heat-bonding, and while it didn't hurt, the otter put that down entirely to the anesthetic, leaving him immune to pain for the moment. Thankfully.

The doctor pulled the rod back out, and then took the stretcher away. Dexter wondered just what would happen next, but as the doctor started dragging some sort of fancy light along her hole, tightening her up, she saw it.

Her rim clenched shut, and as soon as it did, it started glistening. Moisture started seeping out through her tightened rim, spreading along the little pink pucker and leaving it wet.

"There, that's a proper fuck-hole for you, wouldn't you say, otter?"

Dexter had no words for the sight. Her ass had become slick and wet, like some...some female in heat. It was...it was impossible.

The wolf stood up, picking up a couple of syringes.

"And now, for the growth."

"Please, no, it's already so sensitive, you can't - MMMPH!"

The otter threw back her head at the sudden heat that filled both her ass cheeks at once, and as she stared at the screen, the growth was undeniable. It was visible, bubbling out almost immediately as her ass cheeks rippled around her glistening hole. They remained spread, impossible to close, and just swelled, ballooning out as the ripples faded, inches pouring onto the size it.

The mirrors that remained showed the expansion from the front, too, giving her an hourglass figure as her hips swelled out with her ass, matching the intensely female figure in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was seeing...

As it kept growing, the wolf walked around in front of her, patting her head again.

"Don't worry. You only have a few more procedures to go, and then you'll be perfectly suited for your new occupation."

Dexter hoped so. She didn't know how much longer she could take this...

She was pinned down to a table again, this time with her breasts being fed some sort of hormone, made to swell further and start to drip. The otter watched as her breasts flattened slightly against her chest under their own weight, the perky nipples pushing forward as insistently as her cock did.

The chemicals quickly did their job, and she whimpered as she watched her breasts start to drip, oozing milk from the nipples almost immediately. It lightened the weight, but only for a moment, as the production began to make her breasts swell all the further. She had to reach up and squeeze them, milking them like she was some sort of cow for relief, all while the crowd of doctors watched her humiliation.

One of them even went so far as to grope her while the wolf called.

"Next procedure."

She was held down on the table, her mouth spread wide around a tube that was shoved right down her throat. Dexter had no means of escaping as it pressed down further and further, the otter forced to hold her breath as it went from her mouth all the way down to the end of her esophagus, right above her stomach.

It oozed warmth into her mouth and neck, and she felt a strange smoothness, for lack of a better word, down her neck. It was like she was being filled with something.

The otter was made to watch as the tube came back out, smeared a glossy black, and a camera shoved down her throat showed that it was coated in smooth latex. The camera went down without a struggle, and she assumed it had taken away her gag reflex.

"Next procedure."

On a lift lowered into a vat of chemicals, made to watch as her feet were submerged in a rainbow swirl of different colors. The otter winced as she felt the tingling heat that always came with some pedicures, the removal of dead skin and calluses, and the sensitivity of the new skin that was brought to the surface.

But it was more than that, she realized, as she watched her feet swell in the chemicals. They pushed forward, cracking a bit as they lengthened, only to heal and become smooth and soft again. She wiggled her toes in the liquid, and she gasped at the huge sensitivity that came with them. The simple touch of toe to toe almost made her whimper in orgasm, and the only thing that stopped her was her own inability.

She was lifted out, her feet swollen to almost four inches longer than they had been, and slightly thinner, more slender in size.

"Next procedure."

Hypnosis. So much hypnosis. Dexter lay beneath the visor as she was bombarded with conditioning after conditioning that the Institute wanted her to learn.

Obedience. Sluttiness. Constant arousal. Constant need. Charm. Softness. Eagerness. It was all drilled into her head there, the otter helpless as certain volunteers fucked her ass as she was mentally trained for her new job. She stared into the void, and let the words and images fill her, molding her, making her into something else.

The training went on and on, with procedure after procedure, every one of them followed with another dunk in the conditioning room...

Four weeks later...

The only thing she was allowed to keep of her old life was the name 'Dexter,' though she frequently called herself Delphine, instead. It allowed her to attract men better, and she only used 'Dexter' when she had a more bi-curious or gay customer.

The Institute had positioned her in a high-end club, somewhere that rich tourists, bigger drug dealers, and others with money came to spend their evenings. The otter knew most of them by name, at this point, and they knew her by reputation.

She rested in the corner, feeling the last customer's load leaking down the back of her leg. Her latex skirt and shirt didn't do anything to stop it, and barely restrained her hyper-aroused cock, letting it rest between her breasts and drip away, lubing her up for her next contact. The otter leaned back, running her feet over each other, and sighing at the constant pleasure that filled her with.

Her phone rang, and she immediately picked up.

"Delphine -"

"Institute Code 539."

Immediately, the otter slumped back, her mind going a bit blank as she had a download of orders. As soon as the call ended, she snapped it shut and scanned the crowd.

She immediately located the bull that the call had mentioned, a big guy that was running a deal with a senator from this city. He was starting to push for information on different patents that were coming on the market. Harmless enough, normally, but when the information led back to the Institute, a potential danger for them if they were uncovered.

Unconsciously, her fingers were already programming the phone to start filming in about ten minutes. That was all it would take to get the bull to a private room, and the footage of him with a prostitute would bring him down in the modern political climate.

She already knew that she'd forget it by morning. The Institute was good about that...and she had to admit, she rather enjoyed this work. The slut liked the sex, and Dexter...well, what was left of him enjoyed this sort of seductive spy work.

She walked up to the bull, pressing a hand to his arm.

"Buy a girl a drink?"

The End