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Frysco's eyes remained wide, mainly because his new form forced to keep them open. He was on edge, and in shock. He hoped that Robin could restore his form despite the damage to his ass. He wasn't sure how many days even passed after 'someone' ripped his ass open, literally. The only thing he knew about the person who ripped his ass was that they had a horse cock, and a massive one at that. He felt such intense pleasure from it, yet also a twinge of pain.

The door opened and Frysco wished he could see who it was. He heard a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise from a familiar person. He knew who it now was, but he couldn't think straight. His form placing him on edge for a good five days would make thinking almost impossible for anyone.

"A pity, someone damaged your ass." A familiar Robin spoke up from behind Frysco. "Well, good news and bad news. Bad news is I can't change you back to your normal form. Good news is I can change you into something else for another five days, and then once those five days are done, we can change you back." Robin patted Frysco's ass. "I know, I'm sure you're just begging for more fun anyways. Now, just sit right there and I'll be back. We'll change your body, and we'll fix you right up...after cleaning you out again."

Frysco laid there on the bed. It wasn't as if he could say no anyways. He was curious as to what else Robin planned for him, but he'd have to wait for their return. Only time would tell.

The gryphon lost the passage of time ever since his transformation.

Robin, a hooved cheetah, promised Frysco something, but Frysco couldn't even remember. He thought it was something about entry to becoming a club member, but it felt like months ago when he heard it.

For the past few days, Frysco was a sex toy, reduced to nothing but a plaything for the club goers to cum and piss in as they pleased. Frysco would get his body cleaned, but then someone would just dirty him the next night. He laid there helplessly with part of his body torn as Robin returned to him once more.

"So, since someone tore you, I've already said I can't change you back. I can transform you into something else though for five more days. Once you're done with that, we'll change you back and we can begin." Robin chuckled. "Assuming nobody wrecks you. We'll turn you into something more durable. I'll be right back." Robin walked out of the room.

Frysco wished he could respond, but at this point, he likely couldn't say anything until after an intense orgasm. His toy form gave him pleasure beyond words, and words were something his form could not do.

Robin came back in with a brown ball and tossed it to Frysco. "There we go. I'm sure you'll like this one almost, if not more, than the first one."

Frysco felt his body absorb the ball and his transformation occurred much faster than he expected. He was still in constant arousal, and the transformation was not helping him. Unlike his current form, which was that of a full-sized latex sex doll, he felt himself grow warm on the inside. He couldn't see, but stuffing began to flood his insides.

Frysco felt his arms fall to his sides. He would have moved them, but he found he was still inanimate. He could also feel Robin spread his legs. His mouth and ass stuck open in a permanent 'O' shape, and his cock bobbed freely. He wanted to turn his head and look, but he couldn't. His eyes stuck permanently open and burned with the need to blink, but for the past few days, his inanimate form didn't allow him to do so.

"I bet you're wondering what you became now. See, I figure I can make your body a little more...let's just say flexible." Robin brought Frysco to a mirror to see his new body.

Frysco's jaw would have dropped if it were capable. The transformation went swiftly, but he knew that his time there was not so much about the process of transformation, but the aftermath of his new form. Frysco, once a gryphon and an inanimate sex doll, was now a plush version of his normal self. His arms, legs, torso, and his head filled with stuffing. He had two buttons instead of eyes, yet he saw out of those very buttons.

Frysco was a special plush however. His cock was back to its normal shape, but now a rubber toy, one that anyone could use and play with. He also had his anus wide open and made out of microfiber, as well as his mouth.

"Like before, you'll get cleaned regularly." Robin explained. "Can't have you getting that filthy." Robin chuckled. "You are a popular toy after all. I also guess a new form deserves a new room." Robin dragged Frysco to a new bedroom.

Frysco couldn't object. He could only want, and need. He watched and felt as Robin dragged him into another room. Not that he could fight it. He couldn't even question how others would use his form, or who would like it. This was a special club after all.

Robin dragged Frysco to a room that looked much more childish. She tossed Frysco on a large pink bed where there were other plush creatures on it. Some of the plush creatures were just like Frysco and specially designed for sex, while others looked more normal. Others had a customization on them, although it was hard to say if the staff customized them, or the customers.

"There was the 'adult baby' room, but I prefer the softer room." Robin chuckled. "Nice bright red carpeting, so many pillows, it quietly whispers comfort. Well, have a good time. See you in a few days!" Robin turned and left Frysco in the new room.

Frysco didn't have to wait long in the new room for his first customer. The door opened up and a black cat anthro walked in. The cat was definitely male, and shorter than average. He wasn't fat, but he didn't show off any big muscles either. "Well, they said there was a new plush." The cat anthro picked up Frysco by the neck. "But they didn't say it'd be a very colorful one."

Frysco couldn't turn his head up to the cat. He saw the cat's lower naked half and not one, but two barbed cocks, but that was all he could see with the cat. He was fine with it though. All he wanted to see were those cocks. All he wanted were those cocks. More creatures with cocks liked to use Frysco as something Frysco noticed. Some would use his cock, but only for a bit and teasing it. He briefly remembered a pawjob with one of the women. All he could think about was sex, and all he wanted was release. It had been so long. He hoped the cat would help him release his need, even though deep down, he knew it wasn't going to happen, even in his new form.

"Well, the kitty would love to play with this birdie." The cat set Frysco down on the bed and got on top of him. The cat anthro grinded his cock against Frysco's ass, and let out a purr. "So soft. Not firm, but I could totally sleep on this."

Frysco felt the cock grind up against his body. He could tell the cock was certainly feline, but the barbs on it didn't feel painful. He knew some cat anthros got their barbs adjusted, and he could only assume that was the case. Either way, he couldn't say anything, he couldn't argue, and he wanted that cock. He had to orgasm. His mind felt as if it were mostly stuffing, likely because it was.

With little hesitation, the cat anthro applied lubricant and then pushed his cock into Frysco's rubber hole. He'd push his cock back and forth within Frysco. "Ahn...fuck...love to take you home with me and make you my special plaything forever."

Frysco's mind quickly went when the cat fucked him. He couldn't argue about the cat bringing him home. Even mentally, he couldn't argue with it. He laid there as the cat fucked him and used his stuffing. He felt his stuffing shift in his body, but again he couldn't do anything about it. He was a helpless toy, this time not rubber, but a plush.

It wasn't long before the cat orgasmed within Frysco with a happy sigh, and then he even gave him piss as well. "You don't mind do you? I was told you could serve...many purposes." He sighed happily. "Hell of a lot more sanitary than using the bathrooms here, that's for sure."

Frysco could do nothing but accept the piss. His mind in pure lust, he couldn't even be thankful that the piss went in his ass instead of his mouth, but that was only a matter of time before someone used his mouth.

Sure enough, many creatures used Frysco's mouth for various things. His cock would also see use, but it could never orgasm. Whenever someone used his cock, it felt like both the best thing that ever happened, as well as the worst. He felt even more pleasure with his cock, yet he still couldn't orgasm. After all, he was a plush.

After what felt like a lifetime of sex with various different partners, Frysco could sense they were closing the club for the night. He recalled every night that they stuffed him with vibrators after a quick cleaning, but he wondered how they would clean him today. More than a few people came and pissed on his stuffing. Unlike his previous form, which was latex, he was a plush. He'd absorb and retain water, which could easily destroy his body. A power wash simply wouldn't work.

A black hide covered horse walked into the room and grabbed Frysco by the leg. He dragged Frysco to the back to the cleaning room where his previous form was power washed. Unlike before however, the horse tossed him into a very large washing machine, and then put powder detergent in it. He then tossed in a few other plush creatures before he shut the clear glass door and turned it on.

Frysco was still in lust. As the horse tossed in the other creatures, the scent of cum and piss grew strong. He could tell what was coming next. Had his mind not have constant arousal and a need to orgasm, he'd be frightened. It was a very quick process compared to the rest of the day though. Water flooded the washing machine and he swished around with the other plush creatures. He couldn't blink through the whole thing. There came a point when he thought he'd drown, but he had no lungs in this form either. The water travelled into his mouth and ass and cleaned his body thoroughly. The horse then placed from the washing machine and into the dryer, where he tumbled around again, but this time in extreme heat.

Once washed and dried, the horse then took Frysco out and brought him back to his room. The horse then placed vibrators in Frysco's mouth and ass before leaving him alone for the night.

Frysco's eyes would have rolled up to the top of his head if they could. Once again, he was forced into a night of constant pleasure after going through a short experience of a washing and drying machine. He couldn't say or do anything about it, except enjoy the acts and brought ever so closer to orgasm. He wanted to cum, but he could never tell anyone, literally.

Day in and day out, various creatures used Frysco's body in whatever perverted way they desired. Most would just fuck his mouth or ass and stop for the day. A few would take advantage of his rubber dildo cock, or his paws and other parts of his body. At the end of the day though, the routine was the same. Frysco would be washed, dried, and then filled with vibrators until the next day. The pattern continuously repeated day after day. Frysco tried to keep track of days, but with how much pleasure he was constantly in, it was almost impossible.

At one point, Frysco's final day as a plush arrived. Frysco couldn't tell, as it felt like any other day. He heard comments about how others wished they could...create other holes within him, but the club didn't allow for plush customization. Frysco would have been thankful for that, had he the mentality to be. He was lost in pure pleasure once more. It felt like a slow burn that never went away.

During the final day, the same horse from a few days ago placed him in the dryer, but Frysco's leg was caught up in a small hole in the dryer. He felt himself rip, but he could do nothing about it until the dryer cycle finished. The rip felt like a cut to his body. There was pain, but it was minor. A hint of stuffing leaked from him and flailed around the dryer up until the dryer stopped spinning.

The horse walked up to the dryer and opened it up. He pulled out Frysco and looked over his body. He noticed the small rip, and he clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk tsk. What a shame. I suppose we'll have to notify Robin. Well, they're already gone until tomorrow, so we'll just stick with protocol." The horse brought Frysco back to his room, placed vibrators in his mouth and ass, and left the plush alone once more.

The pain was just enough to bring Frysco back to reality and out of his immense pleasure that he kept feeling, if only for a brief moment. He worried about what might happen. He heard stories of what happened when people transformed into inanimate objects and lost part of themselves, granted he didn't lose much of himself, but he didn't know 'what' part of himself he lost. He feared that they'd try to sew him up. Then again, that's what people 'did' to stuffed animals when they ripped.

During the next morning, a familiar Robin walked in and removed the vibrators from Frysco's cock and mouth. Robin looked over the stuffed Frysco's body and chuckled. "I heard the news. The dryer was a little too powerful. It turns out the setting was too strong. You're 'tumble dry low' but they put it on medium. Oh well. The damage isn't permanent, but we'll have to transform you into something else for another five days." Robin stroked their chin. "We'll have to give you a form that can't be damaged easily by either customers OR workers." Robin looked at the door shortly, and then grinned as they looked back at Frysco. "I've got just the thing for you to become next!"