Open for Business
Commission for Pop, shop
and Dalton the black rat
belong to Pop the Balloonpup
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In the early morning sunlight, the shop glistened. People walking by on the street would have one of three reactions. "That wasn't there before..." "Oh, this must be new..." or "...meh..."
See, through the front window of the shop, they saw displays of rubber and plastic clothing, even a full body suit on display. And judging from its location in the city, it was just another fetish shop. Although, the other fetish costume shops did not give the facade a paint job that reminded one of rubber.
Of the critters who noticed the new shop's arrival, only a few investigated, looking into the building. The doors opened for them, allowing the prospective customers into the store, and revealing the wall of collars, the row of dressing stalls curtained off with vinyl sheets in the back, and racks of clothing; a lot of racks of clothing. Behind the counter stood someone wearing a black rat suit, and on top of that a white coat, also shining in the morning light. When he moved the two materials squeaked and squirked together softly.
He'd smile to customers, somehow, through that suit, and gesture out at the store welcomingly. There was a rack of pants of every sort, another of vests that weren't supposed to be buttoned up, vests that were supposed to be buttoned up, undershirts, leotards, tail-wraps, underwear, footgear, and at the very back, next to the dressing rooms, full body suits.
A husky was looking over the wall of collars, wagging slowly as he looked over them, the slightest blush on his cheeks. He was a little too shy to ask for help choosing... He turned when he heard a series of soft squeaks headed towards him.
The rat smiled at him, "Anything I can help you with? You appear to be looking over our collar selection..." Even while wearing the suit his mouth opened and closed properly, and glimpses inside were as shiny as outside... "We do make custom collars here if there is nothing you see that you like."
"Well," The husky managed after a moment, "I dunno if I want anything elaborate... I'm just trying to decide between green and blue..."
The rat pondered, lowering one paw to a lower rack, and raising it up again with a cheque pattern of green and blue, "Anything like this strike your fancy?"
"I'm not so sure about patterns..." The husky tilted his head to one side, not having seen that collar before the rat showed him. "I think I'd prefer solid color."
The helpful, apparently friendly rodent nodded, looking around. His tail moved in a serpentine fashion gathering up a series of collars from the wall, before curling around to display the collars to the customer, the colors a gradient between green and blue, every mix along the way.
The husky stared as the flexible, dexterous tail worked. He looked over the selection once the tail stopped in place, then found a nice teal that he liked, grasping it, then noticing it was nowhere near the end. Would he have to remove all the others to get this one off?
The rat grinned, "Just hold onto that one, I'll take care of it."
The canine grasped the collar firmly, blinking, and gasped as there was a strong tug from the tail. He looked down. The collar was in his paw, intact. The rat's tail was there, intact, none of the other collars disturbed. "How did you do that?"
"It's a kind of magic, pup... now, would you like anything to co-ordinate that collar?" The slick salesman cooed as his tail deftly went about hanging back up the rejected collars. "Tailband, wristcuffs? Anklecuffs?"
"I... I'll look around a bit." The husky blushed.
The rat grinned, sniffing the canine's neck as he slid past, "Very good, sir..." He left the husky shivering and walked along, spotting a ferret looking over vests, "How may I help you on this fine morning...?"
"I want something to dazzle my boyfriend, but not distract from... well... me." The ferret blushed.
"Your boyfriend is a ferret as well...?" The rat said softly, a plan already forming.
The ferret nodded, wearing sunglasses indoors, in an attempt to keep himself under some semblance of control over all the shiny materials.
"Well..." The rat cooed, "We'll just have to find some way to make you and the shininess one and the same, now won't we?" The shimmering black rat eased his tail around the ferret, guiding him through the store.
"H-hey, where are we going?" The ferret squirmed a little, although the thin rat tail was smooth and slick and felt rather nice.
The rat slipped into one of the dressing rooms, tugging the ferret in after him, "Just gonna let you try something on," The rat trailed off sensually, before a series of wet squelches arose from the small booth.
A raccoon was nearby, browsing the full body suits when the rat pulled the customer into the dressing room. He looked away from the body suits at the sounds, blushing a little as his pants felt a bit tight at the repeating noises. He turned back towards the suits, to find a raccoon suit's head had somehow flipped up on the hanger, like it was looking at him. "Odd... you weren't like that before..."
The squelches ended, and the rat stepped out of the booth alone and licking his lips, idly stroking his flat belly, "It'll just take a couple minutes to start the process, speak up if you change your mind, or don't you want to be dazzling for your boyfriend?" He whispered naughtily.
The raccoon looked back at the black shining rat, "I, um... would I fit in a suit that's a different species from me?"
The rat perked, smoothly walking over with a series of squirks, creaks, and... were those muffled moans? "You'd like to pretend to be all sorts of other critters, eh?"
"I... well yeah, I'd like-" He stopped abruptly as he turned back to the rack. All the hoods were facing him now, vacant smiles on the empty faces.
"Well, it looks like they want to be worn as much as you want to wear them..." The rat cooed, suddenly pressed up against the customer's back. The raccoon could have sworn he smelt ferret on the rodent's breath. "Too bad you can only wear one at a time." The rat's long tail gently lifted a few suits from the rack, all the same size. Their tails swayed back and forth, perhaps from the motion, or maybe from joy at being chosen. "Try these on first. They should be your size."
"They look a little small, though..." The raccoon said softly, biting his lip, something about everything here arousing him to no end.
The rat cooed, "It's meant to be a tight fit. Now, go have fun." The tail laid the set of suits in the raccoon's arms.
The procynid made his way to the dressing room carefully, not noticing the other suits were now looking forlorn after him.
The rat put a finger to his lips, smiling to the suits. The hoods flopped back one at a time as he walked away, looking around. He smirked as he spotted an opossum, winding his way on an intercept course.
The opossum was wandering the shop, when a slick black rat walked directly in front of him and past him to another rack. He pondered, looking down at the long rat's tail... It was definitely long. And looping around to his own? He gasped as he felt his tail getting wrapped up in the cool, slick appendage, then seemingly coated. He looked back, and his tail was black, and seamlessly joined to the rubbery black rat tail. He was tugged back, yelping.
The shop keeper licked his lips, "Oooh... I must have your tail, sir, and as it would be a pity to leave you tailless, I must have the rest of you." He grinned, and his tail surged, pulling and stretching open, wrapping around the opossum's hips, forcing his legs up against his torso.
The raccoon had finally decided on the first suit to try out, picking up the whippet suit. It was very slender, and he wondered if his stockier frame would even fit. Then again, it was a rubber suit, and it might even be slimming...
The husky with a teal collar had gathered matching bands for his wrists, ankles, and even the base of his tail. Each had a loop on one side, like to attach a leash or some other restrictions. He hmmed, and put them on, one at a time, standing in front of a mirror, finishing with the collar. Looking over himself, he shivered. He really liked the look, but something didn't feel quite right. The black and white husky bit his lip and looked down. He felt an odd sensation deep inside him. It was like... he was empty. Not hungry, empty. He looked around, trying to find the rat shopkeeper.
A pair of naked hand paws slipped out of sight into the dark tail, bulging the slender structure greatly. The rat happily stroked over his grown arousal, always loving a good tail meal. He swayed his bulged tail and the meal within as it started to smooth out with a few wet noises, before he spotted the husky from before approaching him, setting the bulged tip of his tail under a circular rack. "I see you found matching bands...would you like to wear them out of the store?"
The husky blinked. The rat's already sensual suit was now explicit with that shaft sticking out above heavy rat testes. Suddenly his mind flashed to a way to counter this emptiness, his paws straying to his pants, even as he murmured, "I... I seem to be having an odd reaction to the bands..."
The rat grinned, stroking his length as the canine stared at it, "Oh...?"
"I feel..." The dog stepped forward, letting his pants drop away, revealing his own arousal to the shopkeeper, "I... I feel..." He whimpered and pressed down atop the rat's own length, pressing the shaft below his hips as he drew close, then ground his own against the slick black rodent's belly, where there was the faintest bulge of another arousal from within. But the husky didn't notice, panting, "...empty..." He finally finished, breathlessly.
The rat gently ground his shaft in return, between the fluffy rump cheeks of the husky, smiling and wrapping his tail around the canine as he swept him away to a dressing room, already penetrating and beginning to thrust without slowing in his path.
There was no sign of a bulge in the long tail, and if the husky could think about anything but his emptiness and filling it, he might have noticed it was a good few feet longer.
Reaching the dressing rooms, the rodent pressed the husky inside and up against the back wall, the mirror, as he continued thrusting, perhaps harder now that they were less public about it. His tail tugged and twisted, pulling the canine around and back, rotating him until his paws were up against the back wall. Deftly the rat pressed the wristband's loops onto the hooks for hanging up not yet tried on clothing, keeping the husky from using his paws as his tail slipped away from around the dog.
Whimpering softly, the husky felt like he was constantly being filled and emptied at the same time, a pleasureful if confusing sensation. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and noticed his eyes had turned the same teal color as the bands he was wearing. He gasped softly, and as he watched, his fur began to lay down against his body like it was well groomed, then smooth out, like a texture imitating fur on a toy, then he was smooth, a glisten coming to his body. He couldn't think, and the emptiness was growing faster than the filling sensation... He blacked out.
The rat mmmed and stepped out of the dressing room, stroking his thicker, longer shaft and licking his lips, leaving the curtain open. Behind him, hung up by the wrists was a husky suit, black and white with a teal stripe at the neck, base of the tail, each wrist and ankle. Each stripe had a loop for attaching a lead, which was what held up the empty form. His tail deftly pulled down the husky as he walked to the rack of suits, nonchalantly hanging up his new merchandise with a caring pet over the hood, "I'll make you full soon enough. The right customer will make it all better, you'll see."
The suit quivered, and slowly, the hollow tail swayed.
"Good boy."The rat stroked his shaft again. "Odd, usually a good mounting calms you down..." He addressed his shaft now, and pondered. He needed to check on that raccoon, or whatever he was now...
The raccoon had just gotten the hood up over his head, and blinked. He could barely see through the whippet suit's eyes, but his vision was clearing. The snug material was tingling a bit against him. As he watched in the mirror, he saw his stocky proportions being re-worked, his waist slimming down, even his shoulders becoming less broad. He blinked, reaching to undo the hood so he could see with his own eyes, but it wouldn't open.
He heard a soft giggle in his ear, "Oh no you don't... Just keep me on for a while, please?"
The raccoon stared at his reflection, though now he very much looked like a slender, curvy whippet boy, definitely jailbait. If he wore a skirt he'd be a trap, if he could get his erection to go down. His erection seemed bigger than usual, wrapped in the suit's own. The sensation was making his thoughts a little scrambled, almost as if someone was constantly stroking over his arousal.
"Good puppy." Came a voice from behind, but not against his ear like before. In the mirror he saw a black rat, the shopkeeper, he remembered.
"I... what's going on, I can't take off the suit..." The compressed raccoon said softly, then his mouth opened again, and that other voice came out, "But I wanna be worn, Master..." His eyes widened.
"I know little puppy..." He stroked over the whippet-suited raccoon. Was he even a raccoon anymore? "But the critter inside you wants to wear different suits as well. You wouldn't want to seem jealous, would you?"
"No sir..." Said the whippet, using the raccoon's mouth.
"Anyway, the conversion should be done by now." The rat grinned broadly, "He can come on out."
"Aww... I like being worn..." The whippet murmured, before the suit became unclasped, and stretched, the raccoon's body shape re-asserting itself slowly.
The raccoon found himself less able to see again, and reached up to undo the hood, "What's going on?"
"Well, in order to be compatible with multiple suits, some alterations had to be made, but I promise you won't be changed..." He gently pulled back the hood, revealing the raccoon was now as shiney as the suit, "...any further than you already have been."
The coon gasped, watching as the rat took the rest of the suit off him, revealing his new shiny body inch by inch. All his coloration was the same, but he had a shining surface instead of his soft pelt, and his tail seemed inflated somehow, to match the shape his tailfur had taken. "I... I'm shiney."
"Yes." The rat grinned, deftly hanging up the whippet suit, "Yes, you are... want to try another suit on for size? Maybe another body type? Now that you're changed your form could mold to fit another..."
"I... what?" The stocky raccoon was still in shock, staring at his reflection and feeling over his body with soft squeaking noises.
The rat just grinned, and his long long tail slipped out of the dressing room past a couple customers and grabbing a big horse suit off the wall and bringing it back behind the curtain. He held it in front of his newly changed customer, "Just climb in and see what happens..."
The raccoon looked into the open suit, then slowly clambered into the suit, as if he was unable to resist. He gasped as his rounded footpaws pressed inside the hooves below and with pressure molded into the internal shape. He looked in the mirror as he pulled on the suit which seemed to be too big for him, but as he worked to close it, his body creaked and tingled, the suit getting tighter, but not because it was shrinking. He was inflating into it! He panted, and pulled the long horse face up on top of his own, a soft whinny in his ear as the neck sealed shut, and within a few moments, the equine suit was taut over him. He panted through his new nostrils, rubbing over the defined musculature this suit gave him, then down to the much larger sheath than his own, huffing erotically at the sensations.
The suit's voice spoke into the raccoon's ear gently, though it might as well have been directly into his mind, "Oooh... You're a nice wearer, changing to fit just right... keep wearing me? Or better yet, just relax and enjoy the ride..."
The raccoon gasped as the suit moved on its own, overpowering him effortlessly to start fingering at his own sensitive tailhole under that oddly liquid looking tail.
The shopkeeper chuckled and stroked the equine chest gently, "Oooh... don't worry, none of the suits would do anything to hurt you, just some of them would rather take charge from time to time, and I'd say the experience is always pleasant... so... want to try another on? Shall I leave more suits in here with you?"
The equine huffed and nodded, "Yeah... This is amazing..." Another voice came out of his mouth, "But you haven't even gotten used to me yet..." The first voice returned, "We'll have plenty of time for that at home."
The rat grinned, "Shall I put our equine friend in a 'yes' pile?"
"I...I can handle it." The horse moaned out as the suit paid him thanks, shoving two fingers up his rump, then his whole fist while another finger pushed into their huge shaft's cumslit.
"I can see that." The rat chuckled, slipping out of the dressing room and stroking his belly, "Feels like you're done cooking in there..." He yawned, slipping into an unoccupied dressing room, and let a shimmering, gleaming ferret slide out of his maw onto the padded bench inside.
The very disoriented mustiline squirked as he sat up, looking around, then down at himself. He perked, looking over his paws and legs, "I... I'm shiney." The ferret managed after a moment.
The dark shopkeeper licked his lips of some errant ferret flavor, "Indeed you are... think that will dazzle your boyfriend?"
"Oh yes sir!" The ferret dooked excitedly, bouncing a bit, "How much do I owe you?"
"Tell you what..." The rat wrapped his tail around the ferret gently, making soft squeaking noises as it rubbed across the mustiline's surface, "This one's on me, but if your boyfriend really wants to know how you did it, you bring him here, alright...?"
The shining ferret nosed softly at the long tail, blushing a little via little colored ovals appearing on his cheeks, "Yessir..." He murmured, before the rodent guided him outside and released him of the ever so long tail.
The rodent waved pleasantly as the ferret wandered off and grumbled. He felt awfully empty after changing someone inside him. He perked as he spotted a pair of twins. He grinned, slickly making his way over to the pair of sheppies.
The German Shepherd twins were looking around for things they might get to match, idly wagging, when a slick black tail wrapped around them both, pressing them together. They both looked back at the same time to see the shopkeeper. "I... uh... hello..." One of the pair managed.
"Good day, boys. Looking for things to match?" The rodent said naughtily, his shaft already growing hard at the thought of what he was planning, nonchalantly carrying the pair back towards the dressing rooms with his tail. After they nodded he simply grinned, "I think you'd both do well in black." He slipped into an empty dressing room with the two pups, and without further warning upended the canines and pressed their muzzles together, against the head of his shaft. He paused to take a breath, then pushed forward with his hips, engulfing the twins' heads in his arousal, his member muffling their protests. "Oh gods, that is nice..."
The boys squirmed about, panting heavily as they were held together and pressed into the hot tight space, the scent working to cloud their minds and arouse them. Soon they were grinding against each other, their cries of distress turned to equally muffled moans of pleasure.
The rat licked his lips and used his hips and tail to work the pair into his shaft, grunting each time they slid deeper, his low hanging sac starting to expand once his shaft had been filled and still more dog had to slide in. He reached down to rub with his paws as a canine face bulged out each of his testes, biting his lip to hold back a nice loud groan as he flexed his shaft, letting it take over from his tail, the long appendage only holding all four legs together as the pair of doggie hips slipped out of sight into the dark shaft.
The canines whimpered, unable to feel each other's muzzles against their own, writhing and still grinding as their rumps were wrapped in the tightness that claimed their whole torso. Instinctually they nuzzled up at the paws rubbing their faces, unable to think of doing anything different as they started to have to curl around in their own chambers.
Once the shaft was up around their knees, the rat's tail uncurled from the dogs' legs, and slipped back out into the store. Even though he was stuffing himself, the rat still felt very empty, his stomach rumbling out for sustenance. He panted, watching the set of four paws slip down to, then into his cock, rubbing the shaft idly as the twins' hips were separated, then their legs pulled apart by the fork in the path to his inner loins. Soon, his shaft was back to its normal shape, but his sac was hanging down and wider than twice the width of his hips, big enough for a pair of German shepherds, "There..." He panted, "You two match perfectly..." He swayed his hips naughtily, "As my nuts."
The sac squirmed and bulged with paws and faces as the twins writhed in mixed fear and pleasure, covered in tingling sensations. The bulges became less defined, rounder and softer, before the struggles gave way to gurgles and wet sloshes.
The rat closed his eyes and focused, rumbling a little, "So very mine...." His new mass re-distributed. The tall rat grew a bit taller, his shaft a bit more hefty, matching his new, heavier sac, but most of it went to his beloved tail, the rodent grinning as the new length gave it the reach to snag another customer, reeling him in towards the dressing room while bending over.
A squirrel chattered fearfully as the long black appendage snagged him and pulled him through the store in practically a blur, none of the other shoppers noticing him pass so quickly. He didn't even have time to register what he saw on the other side of the curtain as it parted, before he was lost to his hips in darkness.
The rat couldn't help it, he moaned out as the squirrel was buried halfway up his rump in one fell blow. He flexed with his tail and insides, pulling the hips and thighs of the squirrel inward. He happily stroked his newly thickened shaft, licking his lips as his belly bulged out with the squirrel face, then some squirrel paws, the squirrel's knees getting pulled in, all that was left was the lower legs and the end of that poufy squirrel tail.
The squirrel whimpered and writhed, pushing at the wall his face had pressed into, before he found his back pressing against the back of the chamber as he was forced to bend his knees. He wiggled his toes futilely, but his feet were claimed into the slick rump, then the last of his beloved tail. His knees were forced to his chest as his feet and tail joined him in the slick chamber, the squirmy squirrel gasping as the whole chamber compressed around him, tingling intensely. He shuddered and groaned, before he blacked out.
The rat rubbed his belly, over where the squirrel's moaning face had appeared, then melted away, as he grew again, licking his lips and swaying his ever so long tail, "Oooh... that's much better. Good squirrel." He stepped out of the dressing room, humming to himself.
A tall white shiney rat came up to him, swaying his tail "Okay, I think I know which suits I'm getting first."
The black rat perked, and then grinned as he realized it was the raccoon, "Good boy."
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