Your Perfect Toy
"So... you'll just pick what I want out of my mind?"
"Oh yes, we often find it can be even better than our clients would be able to describe. Any secrets that you are unwilling to share with us, your new toy will know and respond to. Are you ready?"
Brian touched the metal band on his forehead. It looked too simple to be actually reading his thoughts, just a thin silver strip with a few wires that led into a laptop. "Yeah," he said, and grinned. "Let's do this."
The salesman sitting opposite smiled an angular smile, and tapped at the computer.
The room spun about Brian. His head swum, eyes jittering in their sockets and a wave of tingles flooding down his limbs to his fingers and toes. He blinked and shook his head, licking his lips to clear the metallic taste in his mouth. "Woah. What was that..."
Trailing off, he saw the room had changed. Instead of an opulent salesroom designed to impress, it was a cold and clinical lab, with white walls designed to be washed down and a grate in the floor. A thick glass window divided it in half, and the salesman stood on the other side, now wearing a lab coat. Behind him, Brian could see a screen displaying him - naked!
He jumped, covering his vital bits. "Hey! What the hell?"
The salesman gave him a disinterested look before turning and tapping on a keyboard below the screen. "Beginning the transformation process."
"WHAT?" Brian screeched, leaping forward to beat his fists against the glass. His head jerked back, the band still attached to his head. Was it still doing something to him? He snatched it off his head and threw it on the floor. Of course, the wire meant it never hit but instead swung to clink impotently against the wall.
"Okay, looks like the transformation is proceeding normally," the salesman muttered to himself.
This time he did manage to thump the glass. "No! No! I don't want to be turned into something!"
The salesman turned his sharp face towards Brian, suddenly looking a lot less human. "But how else would we create your fantasy? Only you really know what you want, deep down. And you can provide it to yourself."
"You won't get away with this! People will come looking for me!"
"Don't be so concerned," the salesman said. "You'll probably want this by the end. Most people want a toy or slave that enjoys being used. I hope you're one of those."
A shudder ran through Brian. But that wasn't all. There was something else, something crawling beneath his skin. Twitching, he cowered back, muttering "No, no, no..." under his breath.
It was like an itch, running over him in waves. He started to scratch at his chest, but pulled back in horror as his skin started to move too much, like it was sliding over the him beneath. He felt tight, like he was bloating and this human skin was too small for what he was becoming. His mind raced, trying to think what fetish this could be, what he was becoming.
Then his whole face spasmed, painful itches making him claw at it. "Argh! What am I gonna be-Ah!"
His fingers probed inside his mouth. As the pulled something loose out, the salesman stated dryly, "Only you know that, but apparently, it's something that doesn't need teeth."
Brian rolled the enamel incisor between numb fingers,staring in horror. He gums were puffing up, filling his mouth and knocking his loose teeth out between his lips. It felt like there was something tight over his head - his lips the only part that was pushing out. He glanced behind the salesman, at the screen showing himself, and saw that his whole face was distorting, something beneath his skin bulging. He watched his fingers rub over his nerveless face, only feeling them when they touched the overly sensitive blue things poking out of his lips - his new lips erupting from his old.
He moaned softly, cracking and trailing off. His voice was gone, just erased, not needed for this new form.
From the tape, he could see his whole body was bloating, stretching his skin as his sex toy took shape inside. He could feel it ready to rip, and pawed at his chest, fingers bending back uselessly. It was too much, and a tear appeared across his chest, stretching from nipple to nipple - the new, fat puffy ones, not the old ones.
Brian wanted to moan. His fingers teased at the edge of the gaping wound, knowing that if he did tear it loose he's be admitting that he was changing. He would be destroying the evidence that he was a person, loosing all chance of being human again, but he was being crushed inside the prison of his former personhood. He couldn't stand the pressure any more. He hooked unresponsive fingers on the edge and yanked.
The tug set off a chain reaction throughout his skin. Splits appeared, growing and merging as the face he had always shown the world disintegrated. Blue skin bulged from beneath - no, he realised, not skin, but rubber. He wouldn't even have the dignity of looking like a living being.
The swelling beneath his chest was exposed as two breasts, massive half sphere that jutted out from where his rubberised rib cage had ballooned out. Combined with the swell of his hips, it made his waist look tiny and pinched, although it was still the same size.
He would have screamed at his hips and shoulders, had he a voice. They looked like inflated tubes that had been stuck to his torso, not real limbs. He could tell why his fingers were going numb as his left hand split, palm and thumb peeling away to reveal blunted, round paw-like things. On his other, the finger bent back when he pushed into his face.
A muzzle was erupting from his old lips. His new ones were blue, pump, and shiny. His skin eyeholes were moving, eyes flat and unmoving beneath, like they were painted on. The growing split from his old lips shifted what used to be his face and he was blinded for a second. When his scalp popped off, he was confronted by the face he'd live with now.
An otter. Cute, with a big nose, wide blank eyes, and thick inviting lips that were half open, waiting to be pushed apart by something thick and long. God, he was sexy now. This was - it was what he would have wanted to fuck, not be! He felt a heat stir in his groin. One rounded paw moved down, and he was surprised to find his penis not just still there but hard, bumping between his rubber legs.
Brian bent over himself, staring between the round half- globes of his breasts to the last human remnant sticking out of his crotch. The discarded skin from his stomach hung limply from the length, and he poked at it with one bloated paw. It felt good, but wrong - something twitched inside him. When he poled again, his cock slipped, and then, in spasm of pleasure, it slipped out from between the open lips of his new vagina, to land in a pile of skin on the floor.
"I think you're just about done," said the salesman. "Let's get your owner in here."
A thrill went through him when he heard the word 'owner'. Yes, a toy like him wouldn't be able to look after itself, but... was he going to be just a fuck hole forever now? Who would want his fantasy?
To his side, he heard a door slide open and jerked round to see - himself!
Brian stared at his unaltered self, human and exactly has he had been when he'd walked in. The sex toy brought one paw to its lips, realising that he must have been a manufactured body that had his memories were pushed into, and then his fantasy had erupted from. No-one was would come looking for him, because he wasn't missing.
He just had a new toy.
"Oh, my fucking god, you weren't kidding," said the human Brian. "A rubber otter girl? She's... perfect!"
Brian - the rubber toy felt a heat run through it. That's what it had to be now, just a toy. There was no place for him in the real world, just this toy they'd made.
"So, what," said the human, glancing between his toy and the salesman. "She'll know like, everything I'm into?"
The toy laughed, or tried to. He could see it reflected his owner's eyes, the cute little jiggling shoulders. Of course he knew everything that the human like, he'd been copied from his mind and had the hidden desires brought out and put on display on his body. The toy would have to give in, really, there was no other option. The rubbery body was weak and supposed to be forced around, the throat had no voice to call for help, the rounded paws would not hold a pen to write a message. It was best to just give in and let itself be used.
It stepped forward to push itself against the real Brian, feeling in the way its foot paws bounced on the floor. It had grown when it burst of of the human covering, to the point where Brian's head was just a short nod away from the toys' breasts, and with a grin, the man bent to bury his face in them.
The warm human skin felt incredible to the toy. Better than anything it had known as a human - well, and of the copied memories. Better than changing. It wrapped soft, squidgy arms around Brian's head, squeezing ballooney flesh around him. Then it had a thought. If all of his fetishes were made flesh...
It released the embrace, and dropped to its knees, bouncing a little. With one paw, it tapped at Brian's crotch and looked up hopefully, lacking the dexterity to open his flies. The man looked over at the salesman. "Can I..."
"Oh, certainly. If you're not satisfied with your test run, we can make modifications here."
Nodding, Brian unzipped his fly. He fished his cock out, already stiffening, and the toy focused on it, running rubbery paws over the head and squashing the length against its muzzle. But a blowjob wasn't its intention, and it sat up so that the man's dick rested between its breasts. It squeezed them together a couple of times before moving on to the main attraction. Holding the length of flesh steady, it pushed it against the nipple, which slowly gave and opened, letting him into its chest.
Brian looked down in wonder, harder than he had ever been, feeling the tightness around the head of his dick. He'd always wanted this, but he'd never thought it could actually happen, and now it was, he wasn't going to last long. The toy was staring up at him with love and wonder, feeling the incredible sensation of rubber giving as he slid in. It was like something inside it being scratched, an itch it had never even known was there being satisfied. Any reservations it had were being fucked away at just how good this felt. If it had a voice, it would have told the human Brian that he was the unlucky one, and it would never again want to be human.
It only took a few seconds for Brian's pent up cock to reach the point of orgasm. His eyes rolled back in his head, thrusting against its chest as he erupted into the toy's breast. The toy shuddered and pushed against him, wanting all of his cum inside it.
The orgasm didn't last long enough for the toy. It wanted to be fucked forever, all its holes dripping with its owners' jizz as it writhed beneath him. It tried to smile up at Brian as he gingerly pulled out from its nipple. "No changes," he gasped. "I'll take it as is."