Product Demonstration (Chapter 2)

At first, Morgan's sedative-addled mind interpreted his suiting session as a strange dream when he finally started to stir again; he wasn't as stiff or sore as he should have been after being kept asleep in a cargo hold for two Earth calendar months, and in his drowsy brain the memories seemed too bizarre to be how the Vishian really recruited human workers.

It only took a few failed attempts at groping around for his pillow for him to start grasping reality again. Instead of sheets and blankets, his hands swept through a bed of thousands of marble-sized, squishy yellow cylinders of some unknown fibrous material, and the motion caused the skin-tight rubbery suit to stretch and fold around him, making him remember the rather invasive procedure he'd experienced back on earth.

With a light groan he turned himself over onto his back, one arm crossing over the visor of his suit's mask while he blinked to let the real eyes behind it to let them adjust to the bright light. By then his holes had been relaxed from sleep long enough to adjust to the catheter and plug stretching them, but the motion still made them shift and jostle inside those sensitive-as-always surfaces of his flesh, leading to a short chain reaction where his body clenched on them, making the fit tighter and the feelings sharper. On the bright side, the intensity helped him wake up rather quickly, the suited human almost involuntarily sitting up from the clenching of his abs.

After the room stopped spinning and he could see again, Morgan took a hard look at his new surroundings for the first time. He found himself sitting on the floor of what seemed to be a clear plastic or glass cube, brightly lit by what he could only assume was the aliens' version of fluorescent lamps; the lights themselves were long, straight lines in the ceiling above him that seemed to span the entire room. On three of his four walls he could see into other cubes, and from the fourth he could look across an aisle to see that he was on the top layer of a rather large array of them, built two cubes high in long rows. The lack of privacy struck him immediately; even covered from head to toe in alien material he felt completely naked, both due to how thin and perfectly form-fitting the suit was and the the fact that it was quite convincingly transmitting a sense of touch and temperature to his real skin; he could even feel the cool breeze of the air entering in through his cage's filter.

To the left and right of his clear cell, two other human forms lay in their piles of spongy cylinders, both still motionless and presumably still unconscious, and like him dolled up in artificial skins that left little to the imagination. Though the suits obscured their genders as well as his did his own, he had a good enough angle on one to see that indeed, just like him, the outline of a broad circle showed through the suit just beneath its artificial tail. Directly across the isle, on the other hand, the cubes contained some sort of creature he'd never seen before. He wasn't certain as to how much of the creatures' shape was natural and how much was suit editions like his own muzzle and tail, but they appeared to be long, serpentine creatures with two pairs of arms towards their heads.

Checking the adjacent row behind him on a whim, Morgan jolted away in shock when he was greeted with the distorted visage of some enormous quadrupedal creature with it's face squished against the glass shared between his tank and its. In form it was bearlike insofar as it had no tail and the back half of its body was clearly bulkier than the front with legs to match, though the fibers covering its body fractally branched in a way that made them look more like feathers than fur… which notably meant that it wasn't sealed tightly within a glossy suit like he was.

"Oh! This one is ready!" He heard someone say… or rather, he heard the series of chirps and chatter that corresponded to that meaning, his suit spilling the English version into his ears after a few seconds' delay. Morgan scooted himself away from the intimidating creature, turning back towards his cube's exterior face to look for the speaker, rapping knuckles on the "glass."

"Hello? Let me out!" He called.

"These are the new creatures from Sol 3!" The speaker seemed to be ignoring him, the voice belonging to a bipedal reptilian much like the one that had "interviewed" him back on Earth. Contrast to the simple white overalls the aliens wore on Earth there, here the Vishian seemed to be decorated rather than clothed; she wore very little, save for an arm sleeve for holding pockets of various tools and electronic devices and a sort of banner slung over one shoulder to drape down one side of her chest and back, marked with colorful logos and alien text. "Class 3 sapience, shapely and thin, with quite long and strong legs. Our xenologists believe they evolved for long-distance running first and intelligence second, which could be why they are too dumb to get into space without help."

"Hey!" Morgan barked, trying to get the sales associate's attention. "Asshole lizard! You're gonna have one hell of a diplomatic incident on your grubby little paws if you don't-HNGH"

He doubled over in pain, all other thoughts temporarily put on hold for his instincts to focus on trying to make the electrical shocks stop coursing through his crotch; current was jumping from the sounding tube of the catheter and out towards random parts of the suit surface, passing directly through the flesh of his cock along the way.

"Hah! Looks like the behavior checks are working!" The second voice belonged to another Vishian. The accessories that one wore seemed more elaborate, with multiple layers in a theme of silver and black on their teal hide rather than the gaudy bright colors of the worker. "Settle down in there, firecracker!"

"Oh dear… It seems to be a bit over-tuned," the other noted, slipping a device of some sort out of one of her sleeves to fiddle with its inputs. "It's not supposed to make them fall over. Good thing we discovered so soon, or you might have found out while it was bringing you dinner, eh?"

The crotch-electrocution faded away after a few seconds, giving Morgan a chance to catch his breath again. He opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could form words the muzzle of his suit shoved a ball-like shape into his mouth and began inflating it to fill his jaws. It seemed his speaking privileges had been revoked for the time being.

"I saw the Sol creatures in the store's electronic catalog, but I thought they had… mounds, around here," the Vishian noted, gesturing with his hands over both sides of his chest. "Supposed to be a highly vulnerable erogenous site for them."

"Ah! The mammary tissue!" The saleslizard guessed. "Very fascinating feature, yes. They seem to be glands that developed for providing nutrients to offspring, but were later repurposed by evolution for enhancing the pleasure of sexual encounters. Lucky for them, huh? Only female Earthlings have them, though, and this one's suit hasn't had its gender initialized yet. Would you like me to make it female?"

The customer flicked his tail in a manner that Morgan's translator interpreted as eager. "Yes, definitely! Maybe take 'her' out of the case so I can get a closer look, too."

Morgan had grown increasingly frustrated with the way the creatures were ignoring and talking over him, though the turn the end of their conversation took started to worry him instead; didn't he have some kind of say in what they were about to do to him? He tried to speak through the suit, tugging at his muzzle when it prevented him from forming words.

The Vishians, of course, didn't much care what his opinion was; the worker nodded and proceeded to tap commands into her data pad again, and it wasn't long before Morgan started to feel the strange sensation of the suit squeezing and flowing around the bare skin trapped inside it. It thinned and tightened in some areas while swelling out in others, drawing his apparent shape towards that of a naked, albeit rubbery-textured human/feline mix, waist and arms slimming while his hips, thighs, and breasts swelled outward. The experience felt almost violating to the human; the suit's final form was anatomically correct to the point of shaping a highly detailed labia between his legs and a pair of nipples on his chest, and true to its purpose both sent the correct signals to his brain to make him feel their exposure to the cold air.

The outwards-facing clear panel to his cage, meanwhile, had managed to collapse itself into the floor, somehow despite having appeared rigid to him before that moment. "Come on! Come out and show yourself to the nice customer, kitty!" The saleslizard instructed. Morgan froze in embarrassment for a few seconds, trying to scrunch up and hide behind his knees and arms, though as seconds passed without following the command, the sharp sting of electricity began to zap through his crotch again. The jolts were light, and occasional at first, but he quickly got the hint as they grew in strength and frequency and so scrambled to climb out of the case and stand in the store aisle.

The prospective customer circled him once, eyes scanning up and down Morgan's new appearance while one hand idly scratched the leathery teal hide under his chin. After the first circling he grabbed one of the suited human's wrists, pulling his arm out of the way so that he could palm the faux breast and give it a rather rough squeeze, the sharp sensation of the grope causing Morgan to yelp in discomfort and grab the alien's arm. "Hmph. Hands by your sides, pet," the lizard grumbled, and after a moment Morgan's suit began to tighten and strain along his arms, gradually forcing him to straighten them and let his hands fall to either hip. The customer continued his inspection, kneading and pushing the breast to test it's motions and distractions, his other hand palming over the suit's crotch with his center two fingers digging into the labia, sending its wearer another flash of embarrassingly-realistic sensations.

"Hmm… very cute. These earthlings will make good pets, I think. Am I allowed to test this one before I buy it? Make sure rutting her feels right?"

Morgan's eyes grew wider and his knees squeezed together on impulse. At first he couldn't believe the customer would even ask such a thing, until he remembered what the Vishian had mentioned to him in the interview, about their species not thinking public sex was anything out of the ordinary…

"Ordinarily… but these have just arrived, and I'm afraid their suits have not finished cleansing them of their native pathogens," the salesclerk explained. "You will have to wait twelve more days before copulating with this one even if you purchase her. I can show you how her species instinctively behaves during sex if you like, though."

"Oh, please do."

Morgan blinked, glancing back and forth between the two aliens. He certainly didn't like the sound of that...

She nodded at his confirmation, sorting her way through her armband touch-screen menus. "I'm setting a simulation to run on the suit. One moment."

The human didn't get an opportunity to protest; he tried to raise a hand to get their attention, but found it still locked to his side, and his instinctive attempt to shout only made it past the gag in his mouth as garbled whines and mumbles. He took a step back, but before he'd even gotten his foot back onto the floor the suit had started to contract and vibrate between his legs, squeezing his tightly-tucked member even further within the suit while sending strong waves of pleasure up his spine. He gasped, feet and knees turning inwards and eyes pressing tightly shut, the experience making his face flush with warmth all the way to his neck; Morgan wasn't exactly a kinkster by nature, so finding himself suddenly being forced into intense pleasure in the middle of a public space filled him with a rather intense sense of shame and embarrassment.

"The suit is applying many of the same stimulus as she would experience if you were to have sex with her," the clerk explained, stepping to stand beside Morgan and gesture at his hip level. "Her real anatomy is being given a vibration massage, and the suit is also sending her brain the correct signals for if a male was thrusting into her sex. It can also apply just the real pleasure in controlled amounts at your command, useful if you wish to reward your pet for good behavior."

Morgan gradually leaned forwards, squirming at the hips and trying to focus on anything but the feelings being forced upon him. Some of the sensations confused his brain; the suit was telling him his vaginal canal was being rubbed and spread apart, something he had no frame of reference for. They certainly did a number on him, though; his body was doing its absolute best to make him swell into an erection, his member kept small only by the suit's pressure around it. Despite his best efforts he found himself collapsing onto his knees, whimpering and groaning almost as if in pain.

"Aww… she can't stand up during sex. How cute," the customer cooed, the complement not exactly improving Morgan's opinion of the predicament. "Does it monitor how close she is to release?"

The salesclerk nodded. "It uses a quadratic biometrics algorithm; you can tell it to put her halfway, two-thirds, or even 99% of the way to orgasm, and it'll adjust the level of stimulation it gives her to keep her just below that level. Want to see her squirt?"

The customer shook his head. "It's not really necessary to make a mess of your floor; I already decided to purchase her." The rush of stimulation quickly faded when he spoke those words, leaving Morgan in an odd daze, mixed between relief and longing disappointment.

"Wonderful! Would you like to see our collection of pet toys as well? We have an extensive collection. Collars, feeders, leash harnesses, dildos, anal beads, nipple clamps… if it goes on, under the tail of, or inside a pet suit, we carry it!"

The turquoise lizard shook his head with a bit of a giggle. "Oh, I have a pretty big collection already. I think I'll just take the pet today," he said.

The red lizard nodded and waved him towards the front of the store, leaving Morgan in a rather confused and shaky crouch on the floor, "alone" except for the creatures in the many glass boxes around him. He tried to stand back up, but found that the suit had stiffened around his limbs once again, leaving him effectively immobile.

After a few minutes the customer returned, without the employee, removing a clear green collar and matching leash from a pouch on one of his ornaments and unwinding it as he walked down the store aisle. The Vishian tugged the collar into place around Morgans neck and snapped it shut before attaching the leash, tugging upwards on it to indicate that he should stand back up. "Time to take you to your new home," he said happily. "We're going to be best of friends, you and I!"

Morgan wasn't exactly convinced… but he had no choice then but to follow, his natural instinct to hide his bare labia making him walk with legs close together, unintentionally exacerbating his newfound "female" state.