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"If you'll just sign here, here, and here," the porcupine gestured to the blank lines at the bottom of three separate pages of the long contract, "then everything will be in order and we will be able to start your employment today."

Tim gulped. As much as he had been excited to be hired by BDSMagic, the bureaucracy of the final signing of contracts was making him nervous. Not just everybody got the chance to be where he was, actually getting to work at the most well-trafficked sex store in the city, and probably the state. The wolf had spent weeks getting through a series of interviews, hours running across town to get the various tax forms that the store required, and even the mandatory meeting with a psychologist to make sure he understood the burdens of the job.

And he had, every single bit of it. To be honest, he was kind of surprised by just how many people had applied for the associate position. Most people applied for the much more profitable and elusive positions as store mages. The people who actually got to come up with the crazy and outlandish bondage gear that the store stocked. They were the ones who actually spoke to the customers, and made commission on their sales. The associates, well...

Shaking off his worry, Tim quickly signed the three pages, not bothering to read the contract that he had long since memorized. They had provided him with a copy after the first interview, to ensure he knew what he was getting himself into, and the details it provided had only excited him.

The porcupine gathered the pages up and filed them neatly onto a shelf behind him. "Thank you very much, Mr. Matherson." Standing, he walked around the desk and towards the door of the large, sparsely furnished office. "If you'll follow me, we'll get you set up out on the floor, and your year contract will begin."

Tim followed along eagerly, his tail wagging in barely-contained excitement. The porcupine led him through the offices, past the workshops where the mages tinkered with, as far as the wolf could tell, adjusting the elasticity of a latex harness, or tested the flame resistance of a piece of leather. Very quickly, though, the desks were behind him, and he was once more on the large, open floor of the city's most popular adult store. Bondage gear of all shapes and styles lined the walls and aisles, everything groups amongst it's own kind. Latex suits hung from clothing racks, leather boots and mitts lined shelves, dildoes and chastity belts sat next to each other in glass display cases. And every fifteen feet or so, there was a mannequin. Some were simply busts, others full bodies, but they all shared several things in common: all were an off-white, and devoid of any distinguishing species markers. Faces were smoothed out, ears absent or of a neutral, non-specific style. Muzzles were medium length and boxy, and tails, where they were needed, were only as long as they needed to be to display the use of a product. At the base of each mannequin was a small bronze plaque, and each wore different gear. Some displayed items currently on sale, others new products, and others still wore various assemblages of latex or leather, all displays of items commonly purchased together, or outfits as they could one day be.

And in a corner by the door, there was an empty space where a mannequin should have been. A large crowd had gathered around the empty space, a rope keeping them back a small distance from it. As the porcupine approached, the crowd parted for him and Tim, and as the wolf walked into the open space, he saw the plaque at the base of the display, his name and start date engraved onto it.

Tim paused. "What's going on?" He asked, gesturing to the crowd.

The porcupine smiled. "Oh, that's right. It's been a long time since we last hired a new associate, so you wouldn't know. New associates always bring in a large crowd. Some come to see the change take place, see somebody lose their humanity. Some are like you, and come to see their dream come to life in the hopes of one day becoming an associate themselves. Others are just regulars who want to see what you look like so they can remember and imagine it's actually you in whatever outfit you have on. And, anyways, you need to strip."

"What?" Tim sputtered.

"Can't work the magic if you're still in your clothes, it would ruin the final product. Plus, making you walk across the entire store naked would have been cruel." He smirked. "Now hurry up and strip. The faster you get naked and get up on the base, the faster we can get your employment started."

Tim gulped, nodding at the porcupine before stripping as quickly as he could. Picking up the clothes, he folded them before handing them over to the porcupine, who passed them off to another employee. He lowered his hands, attempting to cover his crotch, an impossible feat given how hard he was at just what was about to happen to him.

"Step up on the platform, feet about shoulder width apart, and we'll get started."

Tim did just that, stepping up onto the platform before turning around to face the crowd, and got himself into position, arms still attempting to cover his groin. The porcupine knelt down, placing a hand on his paw. "Welcome to BDSMagic, Mr. Matherson."

The change started quickly as Tim felt his feet begin to heat up as they turned white. The greys and browns of his fur bleached away as the strands of fur smoothed themselves out, binding together into what appeared to be a matte plastic. His paws lost definition, claws disappeared, the toes spread and grew slightly as they became generic mammal paws, rather than those of a wolf. The same was happening to his legs as the white plastic grew upwards. His thighs lost definition, more slightly modelled tubes rather than displays of sinew and muscle. While he could still feel his feet and legs, he could no longer move them.

The wolf grew nervous as the plastic kept crawling up his body, approaching his groin. The porcupine stood then, brushing Tim's hands aside. The wolf's new employer grinned as he slowly stroked the wolf's length a few times, pushing the sheath down over the engorged knot. Still, the plastic crept higher, converting the balls, the knot, and slowly the dick itself. "Unlike the rest of your body, your dick doesn't get generalized like rest of you will. Some of our products work best on the dicks of certain species." The porcupine grinned. "However, for right now..."

Tim watched as the porcupine played with his dick, turning it to the left and right. He could see where it attached to his body, a socket like slot in his groin, just like he could see on his legs where they attached at his now plastic hips. After a moment, the porcupine seemed to have made up his mind and pushed, the heat growing more intense over Tim's groin as the plastic seemed to melt in on itself, leaving nothing but a rounded surface, barely a bulge, where his dick and balls had been. "We find it better during the first month if we keep it inside you. I mean, this bulge here will be just as sensitive as your dick would have been, but it makes a nicer visual than if we just took your dick off. Though we'll probably do that later. You'd be surprised at the thoughts you'll have when your dick is separated from you, still able to feel it but not knowing just where it is."

Tim blushed, unable to find the words to speak back. Still, the porcupine was right. He could feel the pleasure that the man's hand on his smooth crotch was giving him.It didn't last long, though, before the hand pulled away and he could feel the heat of the plastic creeping up his neck. At the same time, he felt his arms move by themselves as the plastic forced them into a default position as it changed him. There was very little left of himself that he could move as the plastic seemed to slow over his chin and speed up on his arms. His elbows locked, then his wrists, and then his hands as his fingers fused together into a solid, slightly curved mitt. All Tim could do was look down at the porcupine with his eyes.

"This next part can be a little disorienting, so just try and stay calm, okay? I mean, not that you'll be able to move, but the others might not like it if you freak out too much."

Confusion crossed Tim's face as the plastic started creeping quickly across his face once more. His muzzle sealed itself shut as it morphed, slimming and shrinking slightly in length. The wolf tried to take a large breath and found he couldn't. Why couldn't he...

The thought flashed through Tim's mind in an instant. He had no lungs, he hadn't for several minutes, and he hadn't even noticed until the fear of losing his nose made him try to take an instinctual breath. He could see the plastic crawling across his eyes, blotting out his vision. As soon as it covered his eyes completely, his vision blinked out for a moment before coming back, a slight milky overlay to everything he saw. His ears plugged and then popped, and finally, he felt the heat of the plastic reach the top of his head, and then vanished. There was nothing left of his flesh, his body as it had once been. All that remained was a immobile mannequin.

Welcome to the Network, stranger.

The voice rang out in Tim's head. What? What are you talking about? Who are you?

Same as you, man. The voice was rich and deep, and had a slight southern accent to it. _Thank the telepath the store employs. Hooks all of us employees together so that we don't go crazy in our own heads. _

Tim had barely noticed the background chatter that had appeared in his head the moment the transformation finished. He just assumed it had been him hearing the talking of all the people gathered in front of him. So distracted by all the thought talking, Tim didn't even notice the leather hood and muzzle that was being lifted up to his head until his vision of the outside world disappeared.

WHAT?!

"Don't yell, please! I can hear you, you know!" The porcupine was grumbling in front of him. "Well, at least for now I can. Matt patched me in to make sure you were alright. I guess the Network made you miss me saying I was going to get started on dressing you. You're our new item display, so you're going to be getting changed a lot, so that customers can have a good look at our new stock and so that window shoppers can be enticed into coming in."

But, a full hood?

"Don't even. You knew the extent of the gear we carried here. Hell, we discussed it in the interview. You are going to be trying a lot of gear out as the new merch model. This hood ain't even the half of it. Wait until they develop a new cock cage, or a better vac bed or sleep sack. Heck, I'm not even going to tell you what else I'm putting on you today. You're just going to have to guess by feel. I will make sure that we take a picture with every new outfit, whether you can see it or not. It will make for an excellent one year employment gift."

Tim sighed internally. He could not guess in the slightest what the porcupine was dressing him up on. It could have been a pink dress for all he knew. The only thing he could figure out was a jockstrap of some sort, based on how it felt around his legs, but even that was just a guess, since he had no clue how that had gotten it on him, since they hadn't lifted him off the base. Probably magic.

He felt a slight pinch in his shoulders, first the right and then soon after the left, followed up soon after by the heat of magic at both. The sensation was odd, like his arms hitting against each other. The porcupine was quick to explain. "Your outfit doesn't need your arms right now. They are a lot harder to fuse into you than your dick was, so they have to come off, with a bit of magic to smooth out the shoulder joint. Don't worry, they'll be in a box in the back until you need them for a display. I wouldn't get used to being a standing model, either, there will be plenty of times when we don't need your legs, either."

If Tim could have moved, he would have been jacking himself off furiously from the intensity of it all.

"Once again, Mr. Matherson, welcome to BDSMagic. From what I've seen today, you're going to have quite a few admirers, and certainly plenty who will take advantage of our 'touch the merchandise' policy. And while I am certain we shall see each other before then, I have high hopes of a contract renewal at our annual review."

Although he couldn't see it, the porcupine grinned.

"Your contract officially begins now."