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A curious Toy

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Brandon is what you'd consider an average mid-twenties human male. Having his own views on the world, desires, dreams, wanting to know more about the world in some ways, while in others thinking he knows how things work. On top of that, he's a horn dog through and through. His favorite company has been Toys-4-U ever since he could log onto the site at the age of eighteen. His wish list there was full of kinky fetish stuff, and his purchase history was a mile long. He's visited local Toys-4-U stores and spent hours just browsing and talking to the toys that worked and were sold there. He always wanted one but could never afford it.

Recently though he'd been going to his 'local' Toys-4-U mega store that was an about an hour and a half drive from where he lives. The massive store was always busy despite its location. He'd visit about once every week for the past three months, and the more he went the more curious he became. The toys at the store, they were made there, he knew it, everyone knew that some toys were made on site. That was some of the charm of the mega stores, the large selection of freshly made toys, and the customizability options that could be fulfilled rather quickly.

Brandon entered the store as he saw those lovely rubber toys before him. Four female models, one shemale, two herms, and three males. Each there specifically to greet and help the customer out.

"Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U, can this one be of service?" the black and purple shemale snake asked with a bow, showing off its breasts and body to him. Brandon smiled and waved his hand and responds.

"No, No I think I know my way around."

"If you need help just call," the toy replies as Brandon nods.

"I will," he replies as he walks off to browse through the store. He would blush at all that he saw before him if he hadn't become used to it by now. Rows of dildos of various types, sizes, quality, some with lubricant that could shoot right into you, others that vibrated, some that did both, others that could be pumped bigger while keeping their general shape, while others ballooned. There was a clear see through of a female with a different toy shoved into each orifice showing how each one worked on the inside, and there were three such models. Beside each one was a toy of the same make and model held in bondage, with those same toys shoved into them. They squeaked and moaned, looking at Brandon with needy eyes. They squirmed but he knew they were happy to be there. Especially that red and black renamon toy with the designation R-7139. Brandon knows cause he managed to talk to the toy after it was remodeled into a renamon toy after being a dragon toy for over a year. Most toys were for sale but a few like that one were made to be shown off, teased, fucked and be for store use.

"Looking good there," smiles Brandon as he waves to the toy that gives a few extra squirms just for him. Brandon blushes at that as a few customers look over at him, and he quickly moved over to the next aisle, browsing what was there. Slowly going up and down, trying to figure what he'd like.

"Hello Brandon, may this one help you with anything?" one of the toys asked, this one a purplish hermaphrodite gryphon with a tag that said A-2083 on the neck. He'd seen this gryphon several times over the past week. Each time the toy's behavior was better, improved. Its cock out hard, eager. Last week he didn't see the toy at all as Brandon waved his hand.

"No, no. I thought you were sold or something, I haven't seen you in a while."

"This one? No, this one just finished its molding into a toy. Today it is helping on the floor but later it goes back to some of its other duties," it responds with a soft happy chirp.

"Interesting, and how are you toys made? I've always wondered that. At first I thought you were just mass produced molded and programmed in a day or two. But then I've seen toys being made before my eyes. In a slow molding process."

"How Toys-4-U make the toys is a secret. This one can't tell you anything about the process. As you know the slow process is to ensure quality and highly interactive toys to users much like this one is to you. By programming it with user interaction we produce better toys and make our product work in the store to not only improve quality of the toys we sell but also cut overhead costs and we pass on those savings to you!" A-2083 happily explains.

"I see," Brandon replies as he walks off to continue to explore the store. His mind firing off ideas that he's been building for some time now as to just how toys were so well crafted and made. There had to be some secret? Maybe if he knew the secret he could buy a cheaper toy and make it become one of the more complex toys that he desired. They were all equally well made just some had far more features... features that he desired.

He daydreamed for a moment of buying a 'simple' shark toy and over a process over a month turn her into a slutty perfect shark maid of his dreams, his body tensed with excitement his pants slightly bulged at the thought but his clean cut jeans hid most of his excitement.

"I've got to know," he thinks as he continues to wander the store thinking... wondering how could he find out, how could he know? After being in here for so long he knew the layout, he knew that the warehouse came from one end, and the outside of the store showed the other side had way more space than what there was on the floor. It had to be there, it had to be, but how would he get by. Brandon idly browses the last aisle of the store. There he tries to subtly watch a toy or two enter in and out of the door marked "store personnel only"

Watching for a while he notices something peculiar, a few toys lead other toys in and out of these doors. He's seen this before with some toys that are more complete than the other toys do all the leading and guiding. Watching it so closely it brought his curiosity even higher as is mind races to figure how he could get back there. There are too many people, too many toys around to just go in.

"I have to do something," he thinks as the idea hits him. He idly moves through the store as he checks his cell and notes that it's only an hour till the store closes. He goes back to the aisle with all the rubber body suits. The long racks of suits of various kinds was a large section of the store, taking up two full aisles. He ran his fingers through the outfits as he browsed, while glancing side to side waiting.

"Do you need any help?" inquires a white and purple female shark toy. The toy grins a huge toothy grin as Brandon notices a lovely spiked collar on her neck.

"No, no I am fine just browsing."

"If you need any help just ask."

"I will... thank you," he replies as the toy smiles and walks off. Brandon takes a slow deep breath as he waits and waits. Waiting for the perfect moment when there are no toys or customers in the aisle with him, and in that moment he slips in between the racks and crouches down and now the true waiting game begins.

The scent of rubber is heavy as he ears footsteps come and go. Toys squeaking by as he can hear toys greet customers and each time one gets close Brandon takes a deep breath and tries not to move, not to draw attention to himself. He looks through some cracks of spaces left by one of the suits to see when someone goes by.

"Hmmm this one looks good," says a female a raptor as she pulls out a black rubber suit. Brandon can only see the green scales through small openings in her leather leggings. Her sickle claw held up high. Rubber squeaks as she feels up the outfit before putting back and starts to browse through this area.

"Please don't see me," Brandon thinks as he hears.

"Dear Toys-4-U shoppers. The store will be closing in five minutes, please bring your selections up to the front. Thank you for shopping with us, we hope to see you again soon."

"I guess I'll have to try this on later," says the raptor as she puts her current selection away and walks off.

Brandon sighs in relief as he continues to wait. Five minutes, last call. Ten minutes, fifteen. He hears the noise of customers fade completely and then the sound of toys working, cleaning getting the store looking good steadily fade as well.

"Here goes nothing," he thinks as he slides out. He looks left and right to see no one. Keeping low he makes his way towards his goal. Stopping and hiding behind aisles when a toy busy working moves by. One toy bound and gagged sees Brandon. Brandon looks up at the dark blue and orange multiboobed herm sergal toy who wiggles and squirms in its tight bondage as it's forced to kneel and spread over a toy. This toy up on a pedestal, it's collar G-2273 jingles as it looks down at him.

"Thankfully this one is gagged," thinks Brandon as he moves closer to the door. Passing out of the corner of his eye he sees some movement as he quickly hides behind some half opened boxes. It appears someone was busy putting up some stock items and were distracted.

Peering around the corner of the boxes he sees the store manager, or at least he thinks it's the store manager. A sleek large black rubber, cyan sergal toy. Its body well polished, moving sensually forward as its cuffs glow with the lettering "Fuck Toy." The toy he knows by the name K-2003. The toy's slender fingers with cyan claw tips gently ran across a tapered purple draconic cock of something he's never seen before. A pink and purple rubber dragon toy, but the features of the toy are far more vixen in nature. The tail big, smooth like that of a renamon. Some of the markings including the yin yang symbol on the legs were there.

"A hybrid? That's new."

"You've done very well for your first day toy. You are making this one very proud, it knew you were the right material for this new project," explains K-2003 as it enters its password to the door.

"T-thank you M-Maker. T-toy is a g-good toy," it stutters as the dragon rena toy's wings flutter, the large pink wings have purple claw tips with a soft radiant glow. K-2003 looks forward with its soft glowing eyes as it leads the toy through the door.

"A new toy in the making, I have to see this," thinks Brandon as he rushes over to the door and just manages to stop it from shutting. He waits a moment before opening the door. He peeks to see K-2003 and this rena-dragon toy walking down a hallway. Slipping through he continues after them. Keeping a good ten or so feet behind them. Farther and farther down the hallway they go, passing by a few doors till K-2003 turns and reaches another locked door. Brandon pauses where he stands as the toy only has to look back to see him standing there. The pink toy beside it stands there, squirming, its wings look heavy and static like a suit. The door clicks open and K-2003 pushes forward with the toy in toe. Brandon rushes to the door as it closes, his hand slides between the door just as it was about to close. Brandon winces in pain as the weight of the door hits his fingers, thankfully though it's only a soft throbbing pain.

"Made it," thinks Brandon as he waits a moment before slowly opening the door. His eyes go wide as he sees rows upon rows of plastic molds, some empty, others filled with toys. Brandon's heart races as he can't believe the sight before him. All these toys being molded, the secret molding area of the store!

"Jackpot!" thinks Brandon as he looks around. K-2003 and the other toy move through the pods as Brandon follows. He watches as K-2003 places the toy into a half open mold with no front. Then goes to a computer that causes the front of the mold to slide down. Brandon watches with excitement. He hides behind one of the platforms as the toy puts in tubes into the mold, pushing into the toy as pink and purple rubber slide down the tubes and up into the toy.

"See you in the morning," says K-2003 as it walks off. Brandon ducks down as K-2003 walks by. Brandon tenses as he peeks over the top of the platform as K-2003 walks away with its slow swaying hips. After waiting a moment he goes up to the computer and takes a look.

"This must be where the magic happens I have to know,"_Brandon thinks as he notices something strange. Data about the toy, Designation, not set. Species Human > Rena-Dragon. Gender Male > Hermaphrodite. Molding Day 2. Vitals are clearly visible on the computer screen. Vitals of three other molds are visible. But some the vitals are different, they are there but yet not, especially the two with Molding day reaching 18 and 26 respectively. _"Is this is what I think it is?" Brandon thinks as he takes a step back.

"You shouldn't be here, didn't read the sign employees only?" asks K-2003 as Brandon leaps out of his skin. He slowly turns around his hands shaking as it's standing next to him with a big smile and softly glowing cyan eyes.

Brandon stares at the toy, its smooth seductive form, its flawless features, well crafted, molded of fetish perfection, "I... I... I was..." he stammers.

"You were what? This area isn't for users," the toy responds in a soft yet firm voice.

_"Don't panic. It doesn't know I saw something I shouldn't have. It's just a fuck toy. No matter how well made it is, it's still just a stupid fuck toy. If I run it will know I know too much, and do something. The person behind this could be watching or something, I have to do this carefully,"_he thinks as he smiles, "I was just curious how such lovely toys were made. I'm truly a big fan of all the work Toys-4-U does," he responds.

K-2003 looks at him for a good awkward moment, the toy slowly stands straight up once again, its body squeaks as it slowly moves. The breasts bounce slightly as the toy finally speaks, "This one is so glad you think so Brandon."

"H-how did you know my name?" he asks with a shaky voice.

"You've been a long-time shopper of this one's company. You've visited several times in the past few weeks. Such a good customer this one should know, so we can serve one such as yourself better," the toy explains.

"Y-yeah, exactly. I've been so enthralled with the company's toys that its hard not think about them you know?"

"This one is so pleased to hear that. We try very hard to only make the best toys for our customers, for our users. We like to think we aren't just making a toy for a quick fuck, though we are very good at that," K-2003 explains as it gives a big toothy smile, "But we are for delight, to help make our user's lives a bit better in a world that is just so complicated and mean."

"Yeah, yeah just like that. I've read so many reviews of these toys. They are absolutely amazing. They aren't just "best fuck of my life", they are just filled with a sense of joy and a renewed vigor for life. To get that from such simple fuck toys is just mind blowing. I couldn't help myself to learn more," continues.

"This one is so very glad to hear that. Though this one is just a simple toy, it tries to do all of that for those that use this one and the other toys, especially those that this one has made personally."

"Keep it up Brandon this toy is buying it."

"Would you like to learn more about us toys?" K-2003 inquires as it leans forward again bringing its face close to him, he takes a half a step back as the toy squeaks loudly. Its arms press together as its breasts are pushed outward, the tail raised in the air behind it as its tail flicks side to side, "About how we are made?"

"Careful... if I say no now..." Brandon thinks as he smiles at the toy, his hand moves up to touch the toy but stops just before he touches.

"You may touch this one."

Brandon nods and gulps as he runs his hand to feel the toy's warm muzzle. The smooth rubber squeaks softly as he touches it. The rubber is soft, and delightful, the toy's rubber scent is sweet, gentle, "I'd love to toy."

K-2003 leans into the hand touch and before Brandon can react the toy's tongue coils around his finger. The tongue tugs it into its mouth as the toy starts to suckle. K-2003 bobs its head up and down along the finger till it slowly pops it out with a soft pop, soft cyan saliva trails from its lip to his finger as the toy runs its finger along Brandon's chest up along his neck and across his chin, "Follow this one please."

Brandon shivers at the display, a tingle runs across his spine as his body feels a hint of arousal as he nods to the toy's question before saying, "Sure, anything you say."

K-2003 motions him to follow it as it walks away. Brandon follows as he thinks, "If I can get away from the toy, I can make a run for it, but when it's so close, there is nothing I can do.... Damn that tongue thing was hot."

Nervous and curious he pushes forward, watching that supple toy butt and tail sway side to side as it walks, "You know this one doesn't just to get to show how toys are made all that often," it says as they leave the toy molding room.

"Really? I bet a lot of people would like to know," he responds, "Just make conversation, lul the thing into a false sense of security."

"Of course a lot of people want to know but it can't just show everyone. The process is too long and complicated. It's not something you can show like a gummy bear factory where you can see the start to finish how a product is made in just a few hours. Even our mass produced models take a long time to make to get the mental faculties correct," K-2003 continues as it stops at one door. There Brandon sees a sign above the door, "Toy Suting Room."

Brandon takes a deep breath as he looks at K-2003, "Then why are you showing me?" he asks as K-2003 smiles, motioning him inside. Brandon sighs softly as he does so walking into a room slightly bigger than the fitting rooms in the store proper. There was a large rack of rubber suits that blocked off the one end of the room, a mirror on another with a bench facing across. K-2003 steps inside and closes the door behind it as it says.

"You want to know why this one is showing you?" it asks

Brandon takes a deep breath, "Yes."

K-2003 smiles as it goes over to the rack of rubber suits, "It's not just because you snuck into a restricted area."

"Well I'm really sorry about that, I didn't know I could just ask," Brandon responds as he watches the toy's head disappear into the rack. Its rump hiked as he can see the toy's black shiny ass. The clit hood pulled back slightly as with each breath he can smell K-2003's sweet rubber fill the room. Brandon's arousal increases as he slowly inches his way to the door.

"It's not because you already saw secret information about how we process material into toys. That is a very bad thing though. But that doesn't warrant showing you how we make toys," it continues as its body squeaks against the rubber clothing, "Where is it?" it grumbles as it looks around.

Brandon gulps as he moves a hand over to the door knob and grips it tightly, "Then why?" he asks.

K-2003 grumbles as it suddenly hikes its tail up into the air, "There it is!" the toy exclaims excitedly as it pulls out a deep black and han purple rubber suit. It turns around with the rubber suit in its claws as it answers, "Why? Its because you are final quality material."

The words echo into Brandon's mind, he heard those words from the toy earlier. His heart skipped a beat as he gulped, he looks over the slender toy once more as his hand slowly pulls away from the door knob, "Quality material?" he asks as he tenses up.

"No need to be shy about it. This one has thought you'd be fine quality material for sometime. A gem like yourself doesn't go unnoticed for very long."

"A gem? Me?" he asks as he leans against the door, "No one has complimented me before even if it was oddly done," he thinks.

K-2003 smiles brightly as it shows off what it has chosen for him. The suit was a sergal, but outside of that it was hard to tell, "Yes, no one has told you what a wonderful person you are? So kind, giving, gentle, yet so delightfully kinky. You are so many things, just perfect material to become a fine quality toy," explains K-2003 as it reaches forward and grabs by the collar of his shirt, pulling him over towards the bench.

"B-but what if I don't want to be a toy?" he asks, his legs weak as he almost collapses onto the bench. Sweat running down his brow as he can't take his eyes off of the sergal toy before him, its smile remains soft and soothing.

K-2003's hands start to unbutton his shirt, one by one, before sliding its hands under and against his belly. He tenses as he feels the warm claws against his brown skin. His hands tense against the bench as he lets out a soft moan, his body quaking, _"Why did I ask such a stupid question, I can't defeat this thing,"_he thinks.

"All material desires to be shaped, molded into what they truly meant to be. To what they desire within themselves," K-2003 explains as it pulls his shirt up and off his body and tosses off to the side. Its claws running down his front towards his pants as it lays the suit beside him. Brandon's eyes glance at the suit then back at the large sergal toy, "You are molded all your life into what society desire you to be. What they want. They entice you with money. Rewarding you with it so you can get pleasure for these efforts, but rarely does society push you towards where getting that reward is rewarding."

"I guess?" Brandon replies as the toy unbuttons the top of his pants, slowly its claws unzipper as it tugs the pants down in one firm pull which almost drags him off of the bench. His boxers clearly showing his excitement as K-2003 gently rubs his penis through the fabric, "Rarely does society allow you to blossom in what you want to become. Money, gateway addictions, those around you that do not understand you, those who use you, abuse you, only want to better themselves through you, yet at the same time you crave their praise. You want to be rewarded, to get that employee of the month. To feel like you've accomplished something. All of which is used to control you. You're this one's fine quality material. Toy wishes to release you from these chains, to make you free and become an object of ultimate bliss and service to your desires and in turn for becoming so joyful, happy and content? You make others feel a little piece of what you feel. Make their lives better wanting nor needing anything more than that." it explains as it grasps Brandon's member through his boxers and gives it a gently stroke.

Brandon moans as he listens to the toy, something about her words... they felt so right, so true yet this could not be real. Could it be a simple dream? Or some kind of manipulation? "I have to get out of here when she leaves me alone, there is no way I could escape right now, I'll just go along with it for now, yeah that's what I'll do."

He pants heavily as the toy releases his member, the sweat now pouring down his body as it slowly pulls down his boxers. His member springing free as it bounces in front of it. The toy eyes his excitement as it pulls down the last vestiges of his clothing, his socks coming along with as they are casually tossed into the corner where the rest of his clothes already resides.

"This one sees you are very excited at this idea." it says as it grasps his cock once again, the toy's warm smooth grasp squeezes his member as its hand slides up along the length with each firm squeeze before the toy pushes the hand back down. Brandon's legs shake as the pleasure rushes through his body.

"It's hard not to be excited around a sexy toy such as yourself," he replies with a smile.

"This one sees you can be very hard," it responds as it grabs the rubber suit. Brandon watches as all but the sergal head goes with suit as it's pulled. The front flipped forward as the back is revealed to him. K-2003 runs a claw along the back as it opens up revealing the glistening slick inside of the suit. The opening is spread wider as the toy grabs his right foot and presses it against the suit. The rubber inside is smooth, soft like K-2003's skin but lacks the warmth the toy provides. The toy grabs the other foot and puts it inside the suit before it pulls the suit up his legs, the rubber rushing along his thighs as his feet are guided towards the suit's legs.

"What makes me such good 'material' as you say it?" Brandon manages to ask between pants and heavy moans as he watches the toy pull the suit up.

The toy looks up at him as it leans close to his member. The toy's cyan tongue flicks out the forked end running along the underside before it coils around his member. The warm toy mouth envelopes his length as Brandon lets out a deep moan his legs shake as K-2003 pulls the rubber up at that exact moment. Brandon feels his feet and legs squeezed by the rubber as it clings along his skin. His thighs are pressed down as his toes are spread slightly apart as each one slips into the beginnings of the sergal toes that define the suit. The soles of his feet are supported and enveloped at the same time.

K-2003 suckles even harder causing Brandon to buck his hips into the toy's sweet warming muzzle. As his butt leaves the bench K-2003 reaches with one hand and squeezes his bare butt cheek, the toy's rubber claws runs across his skin. With its other hand the toy slides the rest of the suit under him. It slowly lowers Brandon back down, its mouth pulling away from his length, its tongue licking across the tip as it pulls away as he feels the smooth rubber now under his ass, the solid rubber sergal tail hits the back of the wall.

"That is a secret," replies K-2003 as it kisses his cock head.

"Y-you did that to me on purpose to get the suit on easier!" exclaims Brandon.

"Of course, and it was so much fun too, wouldn't you agree?" it asks as K-2003 grabs his wet throbbing length with soft cyan juices covered along the whole thing.

"I-I didn't say it wasn't," he pants as he watches K-2003 push his cock down aiming it towards a tight Han purple colored opening. Brandon tenses, curling his toes as the rubber sergal feet move slightly in kind. The suit is pulled up, tugged tighter along his lower part of his body as K-2003 slides his length into the opening. He moans as he can feel but can't see thanks to the rest of the suit as his member fills out part of the sergal suit. He can imagine just the throbbing purple sergal member that is now covered by the top front of the suit.

K-2003 stands and towers over Brandon as he looks up at the toy, past its bust and into her soft glowing cyan eyes. The toy leans against the wall with a thud and a squeak as Brandon jumps in his seat.

"What is it?" he asks.

"You need to relax a bit more, you are too jumpy," it responds as it moves one foot up. Brandon watches as the toy's long sergal toes move under to rub his rubber covered length against the base of the toy's foot. The two rubber surfaces squeak loudly and tease his aching member. Brandon gasps as even through the rubber this feels absolutely amazing. He closes his eyes for a brief moment just to focus on the sensation as his hands grip the bench once again. The scent of sweet rubber hitting his nostrils as he feels something run across his lips. He opens them to see the toy's cyan clitoral hood rubbing against his lips. The toy's wet folds wink at him as the dripping clit hood wettens his lips with the toy's juices.

Brandon looks up at the toy, as he can see nothing but black rubber skin and its heavy breasts that are pressed up against the wall. He looks back at the sex as he licks his lips clean, the toy's taste is hard to describe but it is sweet, succulent like a fruit. His tongue slowly comes out and touches K-2003's hood. The toy's southern tongue recoils at first, surprised at the touch before moving forward again. The tip runs along his tongue, as the toy's rubber flesh was just as delightful. His tongue was no match for the prehensile nature of the toy's sergal womanhood as it wraps around it like a snake around a mouse. It pulls him forward towards the toy's sex, the source of that aroma that wafts across his nostrils. He can't help but dive in and drink directly from the tap.

Brandon hears the toy let out a soft moan as the toy's hips press against his face. The warm juices flow down his throat, his lips, dribbling down his chin as he only stops to take a deep breath and dive right back in. The toy's flesh quivers at his efforts, and his reward is more of that sweet delightful liquid the toy seems to have an endless supply off. His ears ring out in the soft tender moans the toy lets escape from its lips as Brandon's hands run along the toy's supporting leg.

K-2003 rewards Brandon's efforts with continued foot play. The toy's toes an expert at teasing and pleasing his aching length as its clit hood was able to draw him into the toy's hot sex. At this moment everything seems to fade for Brandon. He wasn't worried about what the toy was trying to do to him. He hasn't forgotten but at this moment he lived in this blissful single moment. Not worried about the world around him, for his world was what was presented right in front of him and nothing more.

When K-2003 pulled away he was snapped back to reality. His breaths were heavy like he just ran a one minute mile. His body ached, he desired more, he was so aroused, and felt a need to get off.

"T-that was amazing," he manages to say after a few minutes of catching his breath.

"That is the delight we toys feel. The pleasure we bring to others, what you will be doing soon, this one's precious material. This one's wonderful toy to be," it says as it grabs the front of the suit and holds it open showing off the holes to slide his arms into.

Words escaped him, he wasn't sure what to say but he knew what he had to do. He slips his arms into the suit, feeling that tight smooth rubber from before now enveloping his arms. His fingers slide into place, the front of the suit presses against his body. His slick human skin seems to have no bearing on the rubber or how it feels as K-2003 reaches down under his armpits and pulls him onto his feet. Forced up onto the front of his feet he feels himself be a bit taller as his head now is equal to the height of K-2003's neck.

He looks up at the toy as the toy looks down at him. The toy's demeanor never changing. Still as soft, gentle, pleasing as ever as it moves behind him and pulls the back of the suit around his back. The toy's finger runs down his spine. He shivers as he feels a slight shift as the rubber seals around his black, locking the suit around him, leaving his head currently unscaved.

With K-2003 behind him Brandon can see clear as day that it wasn't a cock his member was shoved into but a female clitoral hood. The han purple color of the sergal traditionally shaped clit hood is stretched into a round shape, only small bit of the tip that is still the original shape. The faux female sex presses up against his balls, but a slight bulge is visible where it is. The weight of the tail pulls against his waist as his eyes move up along the mirror as he can now realize he feels a weight on his chest, a pair of supple handful sergal breasts appear on his chest.

"T-this is a female sergal suit," stammers Brandon as he feels his face beat red with a heavy blush.

"Yes and?" asks K-2003 as it reaches for the head piece beside him and holds it in front of him.

"But I am a guy?"

"And?"

"I can't be a girl, I wasn't born that way."

"Yes you were, but you aren't made that way," the toy replies as it holds the head piece open and slides it over his head. The rubber presses against his skin, squeezing his face, pushing his hair back as the mouth of the suit pushes into his mouth. His vision blinded for this moment as he feels the toy's hands move and adjust the headpiece into place. His vision clears, as K-2003 slides its fingers into his mouth carefully adjust the suit to fit across his teeth, his tongue sliding into the base of the sergal tongue. When K-2003 pulls away he looks at himself again. He can feel his in a suit, it is obvious, but the black and han purpose body looks wonderful. His hair, eyes, claws, fleshy bits and nipples were this lovely shade of purple and the skin was a deep black, deeper than K-2003's own body.

"You look wonderful toy," K-2003 compliments as Brandon shivers at the compliment.

"T-thank you but... I am not so sure about this," he says softly.

"Don't worry about that, we'll open your mind to let it decide for itself," K-2003 replies as it grabs a set of cuffs and a collar much like K-2003's own but are black base and hand purple offset straps. The cuffs have glowing lettering that says "Fuck Toy".

"You know you will be the first western sergal this one has made. Normally its Southern or Northern, possibly an Eastern, this one will have to check," it says as it rubs its chin in thought for a moment before slipping on his ankle cuffs which seal around the rubber within seconds.

"Really?" he asks with a gasp as he feels the embracing cuffs wrap around him. Each one tightening the suit onto his body, locking into place, increasing his excitement as he felt a soft wave of pleasure at the toy's words, "Don't get too distracted, when I have a moment I can escape," he thinks.

"Yes and you will be so lovely," K-2003 adds as it wraps the collar around his neck. The black and han purple collar shows brightly with its its silver tag in the front. Sadly Brandon can't make out any lettering on the tag itself in the mirror but as K-2003 runs its fingers along the back it presses down slightly as he feels another tingle along his spine. He gasps and tenses up for a moment as a soft sweet voice, not unlike K-2003's but clearly a different voice whispers into the back of his mind.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy loves to serve."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Toy loves to fuck."

"Toy is an object."

"Toy is a thing."

"There is no me, myself, I. Only this one, itself, toy."

"W-what is that?" he asks as he moans softly.

"Your base programming, every toy hears it, follows it, obeys it."

"Even you?" he asks as he looks at K-2003 as it simply nods and grabs his collar by the tag and tugs him follow.

"Follow this one, it's time to test out some of your skill," K-2003 says as it unlocks the door and leads him out of the room. Brandon pants heavily, his body eager, his member throbbing eagerly in its trapped state as he's moved onto the store floor and lead out towards the "toy testing rooms". There he is lead to the very last room on the right. Brandon recalls this room from his previous visits. The lovely large latex bed sheet covered canopy bed. Toys lined up across the side of the room, a closet with a mirror door on the far end. Brandon fondly remembers a bit of fun he had in this room, pushing the envelope of his own sexuality with two toys but his trip down memory lane is cut short by what he sees, four toys rather eager to see him. Two he instantly recognize as a pair of toys that work together. The blue and gray female sergal toy M-2483 and the shark toy he saw earlier today in the store, L-2843. The other two toys he doesn't recognize, a rather big blue and dark purple shemale dragon and an orange and white fox toy who is wearing a rubber French maid outfit. At first glance Brandon thinks the fox is a girl but as K-2003 pulls him closer he can see it's a rather effeminate and aroused fox who squeaks and blushes as it tries very much in vain to hide the pop tent caused by its dress.

"What are these toys doing here?" Brandon asks as K-2003 looks over its shoulder at you. Is rubber fingers run across his rubber mask, the suit so tight on him but it is after all just a suit.

"These toys are here to help you relax, it's brought two you know already, accepting one's self is not always easy," K-2003 explains as it gets behind him and gently pushes him forward. Brandon stumbles forward onto the bed with a squeak as his face lands inches from the shy male fox who looks away for a moment before he lifts up the maid skirt to reveal his slick rubber cock.

"I-I don't know about thi--," Brandon says as his words are cut off just as the fox boy slides its length into his rubber coated maw. His rubber covered tongue can't really taste the toy's length but as dribbles of pre cum flow into the mouth and down his throat he felt a tingle within his body. He found his lips slowly pulling and tugging at the cock as the fox toy moans eagerly, softly, submissively.. Brandon looks up and sees the fox gently biting his own finger in an attempt to quiet his moan while the other hand kept his head on the delightful length.

"This isn't too bad, it's just a toy, nothing wrong suckling off a toy, not like it's a real guy," Brandon thinks as he feels his hips grabbed from behind. He looks over his shoulder to see the shemale dragon toy positioning itself behind him and slowly, gently starts to penetrate his tender virgin rear. Brandon tenses, his hands squeak against the black rubber bed sheets. The draconic length slides deeper into him, spreading him wider. The sweet sensation of something soft yet firm pressing against his prostate makes a tingle of pleasure build within his body. A feeling he's not felt before in his life as the warm spurts of rubber toy precum flow into his rear.

The shark and sergal toy get on either side of him, their breasts pressing along his side as they reach down to caress their side of his cock that is trapped within the han purple clitoral hood. Brandon bucks forward as he's pinned on all sides by these lustful toys. His cock throbs harder and harder, as the two hands caress him. The sergal licks across his left side while the shark his right. The two tongues run down his muzzle as he sees the two toys work in tandem with each other. Reaching the end of his snout the two toys kiss each other, their eye look at Brandon as they give a playful wink before they break the tender moment. The two toys with cocks shoot small loads into Brandon's body as he feels a sensation of bliss.

Barriers within his mind about the gender of the toys, the fetishness of being in an orgy fade within his mind as he steadily grows more active. The female toys move in to take in dominant roles, the sergal using its clit hood to play with his rump and the spiked collar shark toy to take control of his mouth. K-2003 watches for a few more minutes as it says, "This one has other work to attend to, it will be back tomorrow when you are done."

"Tomorro--," Brandon tries to say as his words are cut off when his face is shoved deep into L-2843. The tight wet folds spread open by the sergal suit head, allowing the female toy's sweet juices to flow into the suit, into the mouth, over his lips and tongue and into his body. The clit hood of M-2483 funnel some of its slick juices into his rear, as Brandon's body feels better and better.

With each passing moment that voice that repeating voice playing in the back of his mind. Though the voice does not change, it does sound sweeter, more delightful to listen to it as he remains the center of the orgy.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Toy loves to serve."

"Toy loves to fuck."

"Toy loves to have all its holes filled at once."

"Toy obeys its Maker."

"Toy obeys its Owner."

The words constantly change up, repeat, making it hard for Brandon's mind to anticipate as the orgy drags on. His body feeling weaker and weaker, as he becomes exhausted. He breaths heavily as the orgy continues without pause without break. Any fluids he seems to be needing, water he must have given to him through the toys' sexual orifices. He felt sated and lustful at the same time. The suit truly felt like a second skin to him now. The sensitivity of his body barely registered the rubber's thickness but in spite of all of that, he could bring himself over to the edge. He remained trapped in his own lustful desires, wants, needs to get off.

All sense of time has faded, he had no idea how much time has passed when the click of the door was barely heard under the constant sounds of rubber grinding against each other, grinding against him. K-2003 walks up to the edge of the bed as the orgy slowly draws to a close. Brandon pants heavily, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath as he lays there unable to move.

"This one hopes you had fun playing with your fellow toys," K-2003 says cheerful as it looks at him. Brandon slowly lifts his head looking up at K-2003 before his head falls back with a squeak.

"So tired," he moans.

"Yes you will need to get some rest, after you are cleaned up," K-2003 replies as the other toys quickly grab rags and start to rub and clean Brandon's suit. He can feel the rags brush against the rubber, the sensation vibrating down into his skin, his true body underneath. He can feel the faux breasts on him, his cock squeezed by the clit hood, his toes in the small openings designed to give his faux sergal toes some movement. It was still just a suit, he wasn't a toy, not yet at least.

Once cleaned K-2003 reaches down and grabs Brandon's hand, "Up you go, this one believes you can make it to your place of rest."

"I don't think I can make it," he replies as he is pulled up off the bed and onto his feet. His legs feel like jello as he takes a few steps forward.

"Silly toy, there is no I, toys aren't people," K-2003 responds rather cheerfully as holds his hand firmly, "One foot in front of the other."

"Yes, one foot in front of the other," he replies as he takes one step, then the next, almost stumbling but K-2003's firm hold on his hand helps him as each step felt a task within itself but also done with greater ease as he continued to do so. The two left the other four toys behind as they move to clean up the mess they've made.

As the two walk out onto the store floor Brandon looks around to see the store is in full bloom. Customers walking about, toys helping them or doing other tasks. K-2003 leads him through the maze of people who pay little attention to him, and those that do send shivers down his spine.

"I got to..." Brandon thinks as he tries to formulate the words but they just don't come. He felt dizzy, aroused, needy, and exhausted to the point of collapse.

"That is a nice color set, that a new toy model?" asks one customer as the male fox approaches the two just as they reach the door towards the molding rooms.

"One that is in progress. We're testing a new programming subset along with a few structural improvements."

"Sounds interesting, is it ready for testing?" the fox asks as he looks over Brandon. Brandon looks at him and tries to say something but only a soft pant escapes from his lips.

"Looks a bit less up to your normal quality," he remarks.

"Its far from being done. We did a stress test on its energy reserve and it hit its max. This one is taking it back to refresh its batteries," it explains.

"Alright, can't wait to see the final product. You have so many unique sergal types that I just love to collect them," he says with a smirk.

"This one is well aware, you are a very good customer and user. For the inconvenience this one will try to give you some time for the early tease."

The fox smirked as he replies, "I like the sound of that."

"This one will be back soon," K-2003 answers as it leads Brandon through the hallway, down to the next secure door as he's moved into the toy molding room. His legs, his body feels so heavy. The suit itself wearing him down, he can feel the weight of the rubber wrapped around him but at the same time didn't feel like it hindered his movement at all. His rubber feet tapped against the metal platform as he was led up and turned around, slowly pushed into the back of the mold. The rubber tail was heavy deadweight to him as it ran across the clear plastic. The rubber pressed against the base of his hips, by his tail bone. Another step back as the back as K-2003 grabs his rubber breasts. She squeeze them as only the rubber gently rubs against his perked nipples of his human skin. Nonetheless it caused him to let a soft moan escape from his lips as his back presses back into the hard plastic mold.

K-2003 runs its claws down his rubber clad belly and towards his crotch, the toy gently squeezing his oddly shaped clitoral hood. Pleasure rushes up his spine as he's pushed into the back of the mold. The tail slipping further into the back of the mold as he feels a pressure at the base where his but is. The plastic contours to his ass spreading his cheeks slightly as it feels as if the back of this mold barely doesn't fit. A curve along the back, a pressure down at the base of his feet, the back of head feels like the mold should be a tenth of an inch or so lower to fit just right.

"Stay right there and be a good toy," K-2003 says as it runs its rubber claws along his body one more time as his weakened body can't help but lean into the slightly angled mold. Pressure off of his feet was a welcome sensation as he looks over to see K-2003 go over to the computer console. It presses a few things and a hiss is heard. Brandon looks up, lifting his head slightly as the front half of the mold comes sliding down and across his body.

He grunts loudly as he feels the mold press down against the front of his body, the breasts lifted slightly up, his face forced into the angular muzzle of the mold, pressure along the side of his head as the mold presses against it. His 'clear' vision through the rubber eyes is blurred by the mold, which pressed the rubber right up against his eyes, the smooth rubber lining felt like well lubricated contacts that clung to his eye balls. He tries to look through the plastic which looked clear on the outside but all he can see is a black and cyan blurred silhouette of K-2003. Noises are deafened as the two halves of the mold come together with a click.

Brandon grunts loudly as his mouth is forced open by the front of the mold, but worse is the crotch region. His cock is squeezed down from the top and bottom to the very max his member would allow without causing damage. It was like two hands were tightly pressing down on the top and bottom, causing it to flatten slightly. His balls fared not much better as he felt a pressure press down in between them where the female sergal-hood would be.

The blur moved behind him, his head unable to turn, nor the rest of his body as he is held tight by the mold. There was no wiggle room, no way to move a muscle, all Brandon could do was to relax into the mold as his aching body screamed for him to do, despite his unique aroused compromising position. As Brandon closes his eyes he feels something press against his well used and sore pucker. A smooth phallic device is shoved into his body as he hears the rumbling and the sound of a click.

K-2003 appears again and without a word a han purple blur comes down from the ceiling and into what he can make out to be the toy's hand. The front of it is silver and phallic shaped. Brandon's heart starts to beat faster as he watches it move towards the face of the mold. Slowly it slips in, pressing into the sergal suit mouth and down into his own mouth, spreading it even wider open. Pressing his tongue down into his mouth and into the base of his throat.

Brandon tenses and gags on the device, as he hears a soft hum as all the air is sucked out of the mold. His body feels hot as the vacuum tugs him towards the outer edges of the mold. His body presses onto the rubber from the inside out, making his mobility truly zero. The pressure around his entire form has increased as he felt his body pressing into this mold, every crevice, every empty area where his skin and the suit was tugged to, each part that was pushed down, pressed back against him. With that came a realization, he couldn't move his chest up or down, there was no air, no way for him to breath. His eyes started to water as he looked at the toy as his body started to desire air, he needed it. Then with only the soft hum that lasts only a few moments as K-2003's blur was back over by the computer.

"I'm going to die here. All this to die," Brendon thinks as even in his inebriated state of mind he could make out those thoughts. It was then he felt something pushing into his rump. A warm gooey sensation and a moment later something down his throat. He quivered as the warm goo flowed down his throat. His gag reflex only lasting for a second before the touch of the rubber halted it completely. Yes it was rubber he could taste it as it filled the inside of his mouth. It flowed down and his body tried to draw in air, the rubber pushed into his lungs, the cough reflex only lasting the time it took for the rubber to make contact with the area before relaxing. The rubber soon filled his lungs, he felt them fill with this thick ooze. He felt as if he was drowning but then the burning sensation stopped. The desire to breath sated as the rubber flowed in and through his lungs and slowly trickled into his stomach, feeding a hunger he just now realized he had after not eating for so long.

The rubber flowed in but also out, it felt as if it was being circulated through his upper and lower half of his body through the same tube orifice that was shoved into him. As relaxation started to overtake him, his body far too exhausted to make much more of any fight he was left there motionless, helpless. The sweet voices still singing in the back of his mind, whispering, caressing his thoughts. The pressure of the mold was everywhere. Parts of him pulled and tugged, others pressed down hard like the side of his head. The top and bottom of his cock. His forehead and nostrils felt a tug forward into the rubber.

The rubber skin pressed hard against his own. There was not a single part of his human skin not touching the rubber. Everything was pushed and molded into place. It was a tight warm embrace like a womb but far more constricting and defined.

"Maybe I can escape tomorrow..." Brandon thinks as he tries to close his eyes but finds it to be impossible thanks the rubber mold and rubber pressing against them. He is helplessly forced to look forward unable to look at anything but the bland blurred scenery before him. Nothing to entertain him, nothing to keep his focus. That is except...

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Toy obeys its Maker."

"Toy is a good fuck toy."

"Toy is an object."

"Toy is a thing."

"There is no me, myself, I."

"There is only, this one, itself, toy."

The words echo within his head. Endless different phrases, simple, strong, reinforcing. Brandon could picture in his mind the words of this incorporeal voice rolling off a tongue. Flowing from their lips with a sweet dominance that was hard to ignore. Each inflection, each tone, each word uttered just right. Gentle yet firm. All the while his body is continued to squeeze to match the mold, the pressure points slowly, steadily grow less awkward. The rubber flowing in and out of his body, feeding him his oxygen needed to keep going. Sleep eluding him, as suddenly he sees the black and cyan blur again. His body tenses with excitement as he sees it and then it fades for a moment. His body relaxes once again till it returns but with a pink and purple blur in toe before it disappears once again.

"Why am I so excited to see her? She isn't this one's Maker. It is just a toy that trapped me," he thinks with great effort as the slow progression of time marches on. Boredom takes hold as his own true stimuli is the voice in the back of his head. It doesn't sound bad, rather nice and sweet.

His tongue presses along the phallic device as it wiggles and squirms against the pressure of the device shoved into his mouth. The rubber feels so tight against his form, but with the mold it is hard to tell just what was causing it. There was nothing he could do but listen and wait and then the black and cyan blur returns. He wasn't sure how long it was, a few minutes? Another hour? A day? It was impossible for him to tell. K-2003 knew though, the becoming toy was only in there for a mere eight hours

K-2003 looks over the mold and checks over the computer screen pressing the release button as a soft hiss and a rush of air starts to fill the mold. Some parts of the rubber peel away against the plastic, as Brandon's sensitive skin can feel through the rubber. His nose flares as he breathes in fresh air just as the tubes are twisted and disconnected from his mouth, and then the one in his rear.

Brandon swallows deeply, feeling a weight in his chest, within his rump as his body tenses and aches with the sudden movement. The front of the mold peels off of his body tugging at his breasts, the slide between his human skin and the rubber skin was gone. It's like that sticky stuck feeling to having bare skin on hot rubber or leather. But instead of peeling away from it, it simply remains pressed all across his body.

With a deep chest heave air rushes through his lips, the air felt cool fresh as it went down, into his lungs as they expanded, "Morning Toy, did you rest well?" K-2003 asks as it gently feels up Brandon's body. Brandon shivers as those soft tip cyan claws run across the rubber suit. The rubber skin felt even less of an obstacle than before. His mind grasps the sensation as he can feel the duality of the moment. His human skin pressed and touched tightly against the suit, and the sensitive but not quite perfect sensation that was transmitted through the rubber.

"M-morning? I didn't feel like I slept at all," Brandon replies as K-2003 grabs the tag on his collar and tugs forward.

"Toy's don't sleep, but you did rest and recharged yourself didn't you?"

Brandon feels the toy's tug as he is pulled out of the back of the mold, his tail giving a slight feign sensation as it's the hardest part to pull out. None of the suit though peals away from his skin, every bit of his human form is surrounded by the rubber. The cool temperature of the air around him is transmitted to his human skin underneath. Everything felt clearer and more sensitive than before.

He felt weak, tired yet strangely filled with energy. Each step his muscles ached from lack of use but with each step he felt better, more in control. His body ached with desire, lust, arousal, yet he could see his member was currently flaccid as if he knew that despite his desires, what his mind was subtly wanting that there was no point to having an erection. The han purple clitoral hood cock sleeve rested over his faux female sex. His balls felt a pressure against them as the rubber was pushed hard against them from the molding. He looks down at his crotch to see the round nature of his member has become slightly oval in shape. As if the length did not quite completely bounce back from the squeeze of the mold. His mind too jumbled of a mess to truly dwell on what was transpiring around him as he slowly walked off the platform, each step slightly better than the last.

"W-what are you doing to me?" he asks with a soft moan as K-2003's hands moved down his body towards his crotch as she gently cupped it and rubbed the palm of her hand against his sensitive rubber covered length.

"Molding your wonderful material into a toy. This is what this one does. It serves your deepest most delicate desires, and fulfills them with the best of its ability. Your wants, your needs, who you are is of the finest quality of material, and this one is honored to be able to make you into a most precious of its toys," K-2003 explains with a rather happy and cheerful smile.

Brandon shivers at the toy's words as the voice in the back of his head echo out.

"Toy obeys its Maker."

"Toy serves its Maker."

"A toy may have many owners, but there is only one Maker."

"B-but you are a t-toy. Does that mean?" Brandon asks as he was being led out of the toy molding room and into the hallway.

K-2003 looks over its shoulder at him, it smiles and nods without saying another word as the two walk onto the store floor. Like before the store, and judging by the clock on a nearby wall it's been open for about an hour and a half. Tugged along by the tag on his collar Brandon follows K-2003 through the store, passing customers and fellow toys alike. Some pay heed others continue on their way as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Brandon recalls seeing this sight many times with other toys, he never took much notice, not till this very moment did he think anything of it, he simply forgot till now when he was the toy being tugged along towards the other side of the store.

Punching in the keycode K-2003 leads him through a new door and inside he is greeted with the store's stockroom. Tall shelves, carts, boxes, simple concrete floor, high above hanging soft glow fluorescent lights illuminate the room. Toys of all sexes, species, colors are busily working, checking stock, putting boxes away, organizing keeping things clean.

"This another one of your toys, Toy Mistress?" inquires a well endowed black and purple hermaphrodite sergal. Around this toy's crotch are thick black rubber straps around its base of its length and over engorged balls. Black straps and purple outline with glowing purple lettering of "Fuck Toy" are shown on the cuffs. A silver tag on the front says G-2263.

"Yes this is this one's first day. Please take good care of it," replies K-2003.

"Of course Toy Mistress," G-2263 replies as K-2003 leans in and runs its other hand across this similar colored sergal toy's body. G-2263 moans softly as K-2003 says,

"This one thinks you need to have a squeezing."

"Squeezing?" Brandon thinks to himself as K-2003 runs its fingers along the rubber straps around his length as they start to tighten. G-2263 moans out in a feminine delight showing off its wet juicy vaginal-mouth design as the straps start to squeeze and tighten down his nuts. Brandon gulps and tenses at the sight at first but notes the toy feels nothing but bliss as his heavy balls are squeezed down from mellons down to oranges.

"Thank you Toy Mistress!" it responds happily.

K-2003 smiles and reaches up to grope one of the toy's breasts, squeezing the nipple slightly, "This one is happy to give joy to one of its toys. Please take good care of this one as it works here for the next week."

"Work here?" Brandon inquires.

"Yes you have to work, all toy's work at the company till they are sold. It keeps costs down so we can pass savings onto our customers. Its how we give the best quality toys at the best quality price," K-2003 explains as it gently rubs Brandon's face.

"This one will be back to pick you up after work," it assures before it walks away leaving Brandon with the much bigger in every way black and purple sergal toy.

"You are very lucky to be made by our Maker," says G-2263.

"Our Maker?" inquiries Brandon as he looks up bashfully at the very sexualized sergal toy.

"Yes Maker doesn't just make any toy, those it makes are the best of the best," it explains.

Brandon felt a little rush of pleasure, pride? Excitement? Was he that special? That precious gem K-2003 spoke of really true? He squirmed in his spot as he replies, "Did she make you?"

G-2263 nods with a smile, "This one was, come you have to get to work," it says as Brandon follows. There in the stockroom he found several toys similar to himself being made by other Toy Makers. Other toys in this early stage of progress. They squirmed and wiggled getting used to their slowly changing bodies. He overheard a few muttering to themselves.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy obeys."

"Toy is a fuck toy."

The same words that echo and rub within Brandon's mind. That delightful voice was in their heads as well. Brandon shivered with delight but he couldn't dwell on such things, he was kept busy working. Organizing stock, checking counts, taking in a truck that came in. Unpacking it, all under the watchful eye of toys like G-2263. There was a clear cut structure. Almost all the toys here were toys in a similar position like himself. But there was enough full fledge toys that made sure things flowed smoothly. That there was no time to take a break, to sit down, to think. Work, work, work, the voices whispering into the back of their minds, in the back of Brandon's mind.

For a brief moment he saw K-2003 with another toy. The pink and purple rena-dragon toy that led him in this situation in the first place. He was about to move to his Maker when K-2003 gently caressed the toy's length and guided it out of the stockroom as G-2263 moved to block Brandon's path.

"You have a bit more to do," it states.

"W-what about that one?" Brandon inquires.

"Maker is testing out a new design with that one, another one of its projects," G-2263 explains as it gently pats Brandon on the head, "Don't worry Maker will be back for you soon. Maker takes special care and consideration on every toy it works on," it explains as Brandon nods.

"Maker is at least nice to be working on me,"_Brandon thinks for a moment before he stops and thinks again before shaking his head, _"Nah, I couldn't have done that, could it?" he thinks before getting back to work and before he knew it, it was time for K-2003 to pick him up.

K-2003 smiles and bounces a bit on its toes as its tail was slightly hiked as it watched him approach. There was something about its excited attitude that brought a smile to Brandon's face. He felt the rubber of the suit pressing against his skin, causing a slight smile to show through the suit.

"This one heard how well you've been working! This one is so proud of you!" it exclaims happily as it runs its rubber claws along his body. The sensitivity, arousal, everything from the previous day was still there, his length tensed and started to stiffen, growing eager as the han purple clit hood stood erect before the toy Maker.

"This one sees you are excited to see this one," comments K-2003 with a smile as it bends down, leaning its breasts forward as it gently runs its claws along the rubber squeezed cock. Brandon gasps as the sensation as the toy runs a finger along the top of the member, and gently pushes the tip as it leads Brandon out of the room.

"I-I...."

K-2003 turns to look Brandon in the eyes, the toy's soft glowing cyan eyes stare directly into his as the toy says, "Toy, what did this one say? You aren't a person you are a toy, there is no..."

"I... myself... me. There is only this one, itself, toy," Brandon replies with a moan as they walk forward, K-2003 slides its middle finger down the length as the two fingers beside gently runs across the sides as the tip eventually hits K-2003's upper palm.

"You've been paying attention, that's very good to hear, don't worry you'll be speaking properly in no time," K-2003 assures him as they move forward. The store seems to have just closed for the night as they walk to the other end of the store, "This one knew you were good material, keep up the good work and you'll be a perfectly lovely toy in no time," K-2003 continues when they reach the other end.

"R-really?" Brandon moans as he tries to bite his lower lip as the pleasure rushes through him but the rubber sergal suit is so attached to his skin that is impossible for it to happen, no matter how hard he tries. "Brandon stop that, she is turning you into a lovely toy just like herself. Did toy call Maker a lovely toy? No I am sure I didn't," he thinks as he finds himself back at his molding platform.

"I-toy didn't realize how tired I was till just now," he says as he's pushed back into the plastic mold. The hard plastic pressing up against his skin, that same sensation that the mold is just not quite a good fit. Some parts felt fine, while others like the back of the head were once again a bit above forcing a slight stretch for Brandon to get into. His rump cheeks were spread once more, the entire process happening once again.

"You've been working really hard toy, your energy reserve can't handle more than sixteen or so hours of work," K-2003 explains

"K-2003?" asks Brandon as the toy was about to walk off the platform. It stops and turns to face him.

"Yes?"

"Toy heard that you only make certain toys? That big purple sergal, you made that one?"

"Yes this one did. A very fun one to make, that one's material was unique and the properties were rather exquisite to work with. Your material is so wonderful and fun to work with, this one is so excited," it explains with a rump wiggle.

"Am I going to have such largest assets?" he asks nervously.

"No this one's precious toy, you are a different model than that one," K-2003 explains as it continues back to the computer console, causing the front of the mold to come back down across his body. The hard plastic clicks into place as he feels himself tensing once again as he's pressed at various points, the rubber squeezed against his skin, while other areas felt a bit light on the pressure. The hard plastic presses down on Brandon's cock again as he lets out a loud moan at the pressure, his body reminding him just how pent up he feels, how heavy his squeezed sack is. His open mouth is filled by the plastic mold as it slides into place. What little area he can wiggle he does so, as he tenses his rear and feels slight movement in his member as it's squeezed so tightly by the mold.

The black and cyan blur of K-2003 moves around his body as the same process as before is repeated. The phallic tube is shoved into his rear, pressing into his rear once again. A shiver runs down his spine as the device twists and locks into place. His prostate pressed and teased as he instinctively squeezes the protrusion into his body. His breaths are quick and shallow due to the limited space of the mold. His eyes follow the movement of the blur that is now in front of him as that purple tube comes down and rests in K-2003's hand. The phallic object runs across the toy's fingers as it's moved into the mouth, sliding down into Brandon's suit's mouth and into his own. His tongue is yet again pushed down the device locks at the very back of his throat. His body starts to feel the desire for air when the rubber starts to flow.

The tangy sweet rubber that rolls down his throat, into his body, filling his lungs once again as the urge breath fades within seconds. Air pumped out of the mold as Brandon's body is made to fit every bit of it. Parts squeezed, others pulled outwards, his skin pressed tightly against the rubber. His ears squeezed, his head pulled and pushed, his balls getting the squeezed treatment even harder than the previous day.

His body throbs, aches, tingles as the voice that has never left him since it started continues to whisper into his mind. Caress his thoughts. The voice was so lovely, nice, domineering. He couldn't help to try to relax, his body, mind were exhausted. He had worked for about sixteen hours straight.

"Have I slept? I can't recall the last time I've slept? Was this part of it? Not to sleep? Is this how toy is made into a toy?" Brandon thinks as his mind is unable to do anything but wander. Nothing else to entertain him, to distract him from his position. The boredom is in a way maddening yet calming. It let his mind relax while still hearing the voice whisper to him. It wasn't a bad voice, rather pleasant actually. Brandon wouldn't admit this to himself as his skin was pressed, pushed and pressed against the rubber. The sensations of what is feeling through the rubber and his own skin touching the rubber steadily became harder to discern. Harder to figure out.

The next work day was similar to the first. Taken over to the stockroom. Working a different area, learning where items go, the organization system that was put into place to let one know where something was, and if they needed anything to order if it was not already out on the store floor, which he was not allowed.

Constant work, distraction, high external stimulation without a moment to just to take a breather, and then back to the mold. That tight embracing mold, that despite being made to fit it perfectly the previous two nights still felt off like it was the first day. It was strange as Brandon drawn into his own mental boredom, his own curiosity felt an urge to focus on the sensations on the third day.

The rubber flows in and out of his mouth, his rump, as he felt the process that was surely altering him. He knew this, it was plain as day to see. Despite his arousal, his constant lust, his inability to focus outside of the mold except on the simple tasks given to him, he knew what was happening.

Back in the mold as his cock was squeezed with greater force, his rump filled with one, mouth filled with another. He moved his tongue across the phallic device, the sensation of smooth metal and his rubber tongue felt so real as he ran his tongue along it. The taste of the metal, and the flowing rubber grew stronger and stronger. The taste of the rubber suit on his tongue has been fading since the first day, and by late this third night it was clear it was gone. The tip of his tongue tingled slightly, not where his human tongue would be, but the forked end of the sergal tongue. It was a numb sensation like a hand that has been asleep for days, or a nerve that was damaged, it was there yet it was not.

The same could be said about the sensation of his skin. All over his body the area where he felt his skin touching the rubber suit was fading with each passing molding. The third night he could not feel much of a difference or any difference at all. Of where his skin would end and the rubber suit would start. It felt all the same to him.

Brandon suckled the device shoved into his mouth, it was nice, comforting to do so. His mouth felt wider, longer, but parts tingled, there was a connection but it wasn't really there at the same time. His human teeth... he hasn't thought about them for so long, but as he managed to run his tongue across, he felt his rubber sergal gums and hard rubber sergal teeth. He couldn't really feel his human teeth before but something itched in the back of his mind that something was clearly different with his mouth.

These sensations one by one started to perk up across his body, he felt a displacement between where his human nipples should be, pressed against the tight inner lining rubber of the suit, and the sensation of the female breasts placed on top. There were moments where he swore he could feel the front of the mold that contained his breasts. Moments that were there then faded, before coming back again. The sensations themselves remaining weak.

"Toy feels so good yet odd... I feel so odd," he thinks as he remains there in total silence and hazy vision.

His toes were another place of contention. Each night he felt the pressure around his feet, cupping, supporting, pressing against his toes, surrounding his toes, along the soles of his feet, his heel. All of it was wrapped in rubber, pressed, squeezed, his first steps each of those days were off and weak for many reasons, one of which was his feet. They were not the same each time when he stepped out and it took a few steps to reaccumulate himself with the change.

This is just the third night though and his toes felt there and not there at the same time. A ghost limb taking shape in one aspect while a ghost limb was forming in another and speaking of ghost limbs the female sex that has been ever pressed into his sack twitched....

"Wait did I feel that? Did toy just feel that?" Brandon thinks as the sensation faded. His balls did ache, but that sensation like so many others did not fade. It felt like it was moving inward and growing stronger. The tip of his cock felt like it was moving, from where he knew it should be to the tip of the rubber han purple sergal clitoral hood. The sensations were getting thinner, longer, more sensitive along the entire length, but it felt like a highly engorged and fat sergal clitoral hood than just a cock or the thin prehensile clitoral hood that a sergal's sex would traditionally have.

When this third day would come and when he stepped out of the mold the cool air brushing against his body felt absolutely wonderful. Like he just did a heavy workout and a cool fan was blowing air conditioned air across his form. Brandon almost stumbled out of the mold on his own and onto his face if it was not for the quiet intervention of K-2003 who rushed to touch to catch him.

K-2003's warm body felt clearer to him than ever before. He looked up at her with tired glazed over eyes as the toy gave a warm welcoming smile in return, "Did you rest well?"

"I-toy did," Brandon responded as was put back up onto his feet. His tail swayed with the movement of his rump, twitching as the cool air gave a slight sensation in the back of his mind that he wasn't sure if it was truly there or not.

"Shall we get you back to work? This one's toy has been enjoying your progress."

"T-thank you. Toy would like that," Brandon responds with a smile, his sergal lips moving slightly as he shows off some of his pearly whites as his thick fat sergal like clit hood relaxes, becoming similar to a fat flaccid cock as it rests over his han purple rubber sensitive sex.

"This one is glad to hear you say that," it responds as he follows K-2003 back to the stockroom. The next few days progress similar. Each time in the mold felt off, but Brandon knew that when he stepped out of the mold it didn't feel off. It felt rather perfect in fact but when going in, it was just off in some way, some fashion so each night the molding felt tight, pulling, tugging, squeezing his rubbery skin.

By day five there was no sensation really left of his human skin. No matter how hard he tried to focus on it during his time in the mold, it was not to be found. The sensitivity, sensations from his rubber skin was all that was left, and those sleepy sensations across his limbs, and face were fading away slowly each night. His ears on his head were no longer felt, but he felt his elongated sergal ears press against the mold. A little at first but when the eight day came around, there was little doubt in toy's mind that it could feel those ears.

So many days went by and constantly called, "Good Toy." by those around him felt... wonderfully nice, delightful.

The voice in its mind didn't stop, it didn't take a break, if a doubt was felt within its head the words focused on it.

"Toy is a toy."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Toy is made to serve."

"Toy is an object."

"Toy loves to fuck."

"Toy is a fuck toy," simple phrases having such power and strength to them. How could toy not just listen to them as the days progressed, those countless hours of nothingness.

Brandon felt the spread of sensation throughout his body as the days progress for this first week. They wiggled, twitched, the weight of his body spreading them out, as they pushed back as he took a realistic sergal stance that became more refined, better as time went on. His tail felt cool, refreshing as the connections were made that he even had a tail at all. There were moments where he still felt like he forgot, but when someone bumped into it, he knocked something over, which he promptly cleaned, or when it twitched and moved with a seeming "mind of its own" he was reminded that he had a tail.

A sleek long black rubber tail with han purple fluff at the end. It was a lovely tail to be sure, he was growing fond of it, as his long sergal fingers ran across it during a rare moment on his last day working in the stockroom. He felt the warmth of it, it wasn't room temperature, but had an actual warmth, albeit a little cooler than the rest of his body.

What wasn't cooler, but had a notable delightful heft to it were his breasts. The sensation that they were there was similar to that of a blossoming flower. The sensation spread from the center and moved outwards across the entirety of his black rubbery orbs. His han purple nipples were hard, sensitive. What was also sensitive was her cock, she was still sure she had one, though it stopped getting hard on the sixth day. It remained dangling over the female sex which had twitches of sensation, of pleasure. The cool air brushing against it sent shivers up his spine, up his delightful toy spine.

There was still not a moment that Brandon recalled that he actually slept. He wasn't sure if he was even needing it or the time in the mold was compensating for it somehow. He was awake for it all. Every hour, every minute, every second of the change, he felt and it was not even over. As the eight day began Brandon was eager to see the Toy Mistress, his Maker as that black and cyan blur came for the third time around, already in the habit of ignoring the first two, despite the urge and hope that maybe this time K-2003 would come early for it, it was never to happen, at least not yet.

The air rushes into the mold before the phallic tubes are pulled out of his rump and mouth. He tenses as he runs his tongue across his teeth and lips, swallowing any last of the rubber that was left behind. The front of the mold peals back as that sweet sensation of having his front peeled away was a snap back to reality that molding time was truly over and was not some kind of molding dream.

His nipples were pulled along with a portion of her breasts as part of her rubber skin was very attached the plastic mold during his stay. Brandon let out a soft moan as his throat tingled, tickled, the sound cracked for a moment as it felt higher than before. Afterall it has been getting higher and higher each day, sounding less masculine and more like a true soft spoken female.

Brandon blinks feeling her rubber han purple colored eyes look at K-2003 as he admired her tall sleek form. Her eyes now able to look at the bottom of her chin. Brandon's tail swayed behind her as her toes curled a bit as K-2003 runs its rubber claws along his body.

"You're coming along well toy," K-2003 eventually says breaking the silence.

"Thank you Maker. What's next?" Brandon asks as he feels a tingle of anticipation within his body. His cock twitches and has a slight wiggle from one side to the next, the becoming clitoral hood still fat and unwieldy unlike his Maker's smooth elegant cyan one that remains tightly sealed across its own sex.

"We are going to give you jobs on the sale floor. Cleaning some rooms, cleaning the floors, windows, putting up stock from the stockroom, filling holes of items that are quickly bought, hot items go so fast. You will also be polishing some of the toy displays, and assisting customers in any non sexual manner," K-2003 explains as it reaches and cups Brandon's crotch. The toy rubs a palm of its rubber hand against his clit hood cock and rubs it into his female sex. The sensations of the sensitive flesh and the vaguely sensitive opening caused Brandon to let out another soft girly moan.

"W-why a non sexual manner?" Brandon asks with a hint of nervousness.

"You aren't ready to service and test yourself in such a manner. Basic customer service and function come first. If a customer desires sexual testing, please direct them to one of the many other toy's active on the floor, and if they press against you, contact the toy in charge of you and they will handle it. You must explain that you aren't ready, but never say no. Explain the reason why you can't toy," K-2003 explains grinding its palm with a loud squeak against Brandon's crotch as he lets out another deep moan as he is led out of the toy molding room.

"Yes Maker, toy understands," Brandon replies.

"This one knew you would," K-2003 responds as it leads Brandon down the hallway. As they reached end of the hallway standing before the door was a tall but slender black and pink dragon toy. Its wings folded back, and at first glance the dragon toy did look like a female model but as they got closer, Brandon could see the sheath slit right above the female sex right below. The dragon toy smiles as it has pink and black cuffs and collar, with glowing lettering "Fuck Toy" on them. The toy bows, "Morning Maker, is this the other toy in this one's charge?" it asks.

As the toy bows Brandon can see the lettering V-2813 on its tag.

"This one will make sure that this new toy will do its duties dutifully," responds V-2813.

"This one knows you will," says K-2003 as it gently rubs the dragon toy's muzzle as it shivers and leans into the touch.

"Thank you Maker," V-2813 replies as K-2003 turns to face Brandon as it gently runs a rubber hand along his face.

"You be good and do what this one says, and make this one proud," K-2003 says to him as Brandon feels himself tense for a moment then relax as he looks up into his Maker's lovely eyes.

"T-this one will do you proud," he responded.

"Good toy, now go out there and do a good job," it encourages Brandon before walking off as he and the dragon toy walk onto the sale floor. The store already been open for a few hours just like always.

"It seems Maker has made a lot of toys," remarks Brandon.

"Of course, Maker is the head toy Maker. It's been making toys longer than any other toy-maker," V-2813 answers.

"Did Maker make every toy here?" Brandon asks as he follows the dragon toy without a hint of hesitation.

"Hardly, but this one thinks it selected only toys it's made to keep an eye on you. It must find you very special to go through that extra effort."

Brandon shivers at the comment and nods, "This one thanks you for the information." The two stop down the first aisle where many of those same toys that Brandon saw a week ago were still there, squirming, squeaking, squeezing, muffled moans next to their clear mannequin version of themselves.

"These mannequins and toys accumulate dust and lose their shine as they remain on display. This one wants to you clean each and every toy on display in the store and make them shine," V-2813 explains as Brandon nods, "There is your cleaning clothes and our brand of toy polish. Maker decided to have strawberry scented for the toys today," the toy continues as it points to the pink bottle of toy polish.

"And after that?" Brandon inquires.

"This one will find you for what's next," V-2813 replies as it leaves him to his work. He turns and faces the first toy he has to clean, a very familiar red and black renamon toy with the designation R-7139. The toy was bound to a black pedestal, its feet and hands force the toy into a crab position with its legs spread a massive vibrating dildo shoved into its primary sex port. Shoved into the rena toy's rump is a butt plug pump, given a few pumps too many. R-7139 moans heavily as it looks over its breasts that have its designation tattooed in red right onto its breasts. Brandon uses a step stool to climb onto the walkway that supports the toy on its bound pedestal. R-7139 looks up at Brandon as it squeaks and moans as it suckles on a phallic device that has the words "Toy Candy" on the base.

"This one isn't sure if it should be happy or fearful if Maker puts this one in this spot," remarks Brandon as the renamon toy squirms and moans.

"Let's see this one must first rub down your body," Brandon remarks as he douses the white cloth into toy polish. The microfiber cloth runs across R-7139's body. The toy moans and wiggles in its helpless exposed bondage. R-7139 knows full well that others can see its exposed area and thanks to a mirror on the alongside the wall, the toy can look and see those that see it rather easily.

As the cloth runs across the smooth rubber it leaves a clean sparkling shine that more so reveals the thin layer of dust that has dulled the toy's body from being in one place for so long. Brandon starts with the breasts, rubbing and squeaking them as he works diligently, leaving no spot unpolished, unrubbed. The entire place pleasurable, more so as a few customers watch for a few moments as Brandon works, one even staying for almost the entire polishing.

_"Next this one has to check the plugs and pump the pumps,"_Brandon thinks as he twists and presses down onto the plugs testing their strengths, letting some glistening juices seep out from the holes as R-7139 hungrily milks the objects. The toy moans deeply as Brandon pumps the plug in its rump, causing the toy to buck heavily and swish its tail with loud squeaks. The scent of sweet strawberries now emanates from R-7139's body.

"One down several more to go," remarks Brandon as he goes about to work on the toys. The process is slow as there are so many different toys of so many types placed in bondage throughout the store. Some were also put into display cases that had to be open, and then the toy cleaned and the box they were in to be washed so it would be a clear display of the toy trapped inside. By the time Brandon finished the store was closed.

"Very good work, those toys will look sparkling for at least a week before it needs to be done again," V-2813 praises as it approaches Brandon just as he gets off of the pedestal.

"But this one spent all day just polishing the toys, this one feels like it didn't work well or fast enough," it replies as he lowers his head.

"True, but..." V-2813 says as it steps off to the side and sees K-2003 standing behind it with a smile. K-2003's smile sends a shiver through Brandon's body as he moves up to his Maker and lowers his head.

"Sorry Maker, this one was told it will do more after it polished the toys, but it only managed to polish the toys today," he responds.

K-2003 runs a claw at the very tip of Brandon's chin and raises his head, "This one is very proud of the time you've taken to clean and work on those toys. You took your time and care to make sure each one was handled appropriately, cleaned and polished with the best of your ability. Much like this one knows you will when you start working with users. They are your desire, your lust, what we are molded for, made for. If you do what you did today every day, you will be a very fine quality toy," K-2003 explains as the toy's words sent shivers through Brandon's body causing it to moan happily.

"Thank you Maker. This one thought it was having a hard time focusing. It's been so pent up for so long that toy feels it can explode at any moment," he replies as K-2003 lets out a soft chuckle. It nods to V-2813 who bows and walks off, leaving K-2003 to motion Brandon to follow it.

"Yes this one knows. That delightful pent up feeling, the desire to climax, to cum, organics have that desire as an instinctual desire to mate and breed. To continue to produce more users. We toys have that delight, that pleasure the build up, but it's not to breed. After all toys can't reproduce," K-2003 explains as they walk down the hallway.

"T-then why does this one feel such a great urge to fuck? To climax? Toy hasn't felt this horny in all its life. In its existence. It feels like it would do anything to get a sweet delightful climax."

"Which you will get when you are complete, but a toy isn't to climax for its own satisfaction, but that of others. Your climax is a reward for doing a good job, of bringing pleasure to one's user, owner, maker. You are bringing this one great pleasure by doing so well," K-2003 explains as it looks over its shoulder as Brandon as he lets out a soft moan as a shiver of pleasure runs up his spine tingling into his mind.

"T-this one is?" Brandon inquires with a soft pant.

"Yes, we toys give ourselves to our users. For their bliss, their happiness, their joy. Their climax is our climax. Their happy moments are our happy moments. We toys are selfless to our duties of bringing this pleasure and release to others. We desire nothing less than this. Our pleasure is simply a side affect of our own pursuit of others happiness. That is why us toys are so wonderful. We don't sit around just to be fucked, which can and does happen. We think, wonder, try to come up with ways to improve the lives of the one we are serving. We aren't mindless though we can easily do so if our owner wills it during their time of play. We are what they want us to be, to tool of their imagination, their desires, hopes and dreams. A release for a stressful day. A sense of comfort of a loneliness they may feel as the world bears down upon them. To support our user so they feel they are not alone, that they have us and we as toys are truly at the peak of our happiness when what our owner is missing is fulfilled by us toys. Whatever that may be," K-2003 explains.

"There is so much this one has not thought of, but yet it makes sense, and sounds so wonderful," Brandon replies as he finds himself at the mold once again, his back pressed against the hard plastic, the tail sliding and docking into place as the mold caresses his back, in not quite perfect way.

"There is, that desire you feel also part of you knowing that you are always ready for your user, owner... Maker. Your mood is of service, and if your user takes and wants to fuck you the moment they get home, you are ready to service. The pleasure, lust, desire, is a norm. It caresses your mind as does your programming that you hear. Toys are designed to be able to be fucked. It be a poor design if a toy wasn't always ready to fuck and be in the mood for it," K-2003 continues to explain with a smile. Brandon shivers at the thought as the front of the mold slides down his body clicking into place.

It was second verse same as the first. The tight mold pressing around his body, squeezing parts, while others, albeit less than before had space to be filled when the vacuum would be activated. The first phallic tube was shoved into his rump, his body squeezing it with much delight as it pushed into his body. It is strange that though the 'sweet spot' in his rump felt like it was no longer there, the sensation of something filling his rump was none the less delightful, almost wantingly.

"Why does this feels so delightful?" Brandon thought as the tube around his mouth slid into place. Brandon suckled on the device, his tongue coiling around it as he tries to draw it in deeper as it twist locks into place. Brandon expected to feel the rush of air pulled out of the mold and bliss of total bondage but that didn't happen. Curious his eyes follow the black and cyan blur and note that there is another silver and han purple tentacle tube coming down from the ceiling. Brandon shivers as he wonders where this new tube is to go when the obviousness of the answer hits him as the blur kneels before him and presses it towards his crotch.

He feels the warm phallic device push and slide into his crotch. The press of his balls have slowly faded to nothingness over the past week, though the aching needy weighted sensation was still drifting within his body. His female sex twitched slightly as the device penetrated the first two or so inches into her body. Brandon moans deeply as the device pushes harder and harder before locking into place. After that Brandon feels the air sucked right out of the mold, his head stretched, his body squeezed, pulled, tugged into position as the warm rubber flows into his rump, his throat, and now rushing into his crotch. Like warm rolling water across a hot burning sensitive desire, need that steadily grew with each passing second.

The suction of the mold prevented Brandon even the pleasure of having his forming female sex to milk and squeeze the device shoved into her. She was completely left to the mercy of the device pressed into her body. Her clit hood was squeezed and made thinner, sleeker, the encompassing plastic pressed against this sensitive flesh.

The rubber rolling across this nether region of Brandon's toy body felt like it was washing away more of her sense of masculinity. She could feel the warm of her sex, the sensitivity of it, the need and desire building from within her body. Similar yet still so vastly different to the blue balls she was feeling earlier. This was just as delightful, better in its own unique way, which only moved to grow to newer heights and desires as the night marched on.

Brandon's mind moaned deeply as the sweet caressing voice telling it how to think, how to be, how it is to be a toy. Any thought related to what Brandon had to do was reacted and explained in simple terms by the voice in its head.

"What is this one..." Brandon thinks.

"Toy is a toy."

"What is toy's purpose..."

"Toy serves."

"Toy obeys."

"Toy wishes to be owned."

"Toy wishes to fuck."

"Toy wishes to make its owner happy."

"Toy wishes to make its Maker happy."

"Toy is a fuck toy and is always ready to fuck."

"What about m---this one?" Brandon thinks.

"There is no I, myself, me."

"There is only this one, itself, toy."

Lingering doubts felt to be clarified. It felt so easy to go with the voice, to learn from it, admire it, obey it like a second conscious helping the toy go in the right direction. With not one second of sleep, Brandon had plenty of time to get better acquainted with the voice, and its changing body as the days continued on.

This second week was focused on store duties and helping the customers in non sexual tasks. Ringing up customers, cleaning the toy testing rooms, which were steam cleaned and better taken care of than five star hotels. There were two incidents where a user wanted to use toy, but it refused in a polite manner. Telling the eager customer that, "This one was not ready for public testing."

Even toy itself felt disappointed that the cute and sexy users couldn't use it yet. They were such eager customers but toy knew it wasn't ready and had to stick to what it was told in order to make its Maker happy and pleased with it.

Each night in the molding the tentacle dildo pressed into its sex went deeper and deeper into its body. Washing and rolling in warm rubber as it molded its path into its body. Each night it was filled with delight, lust, eagerness, that would only grow when the molding was done and the new day began. The toy felt invigorated to work, a surge of energy after resting in the mold for so long. Energy built up that at the start of its new week, toy was ready.

The front of the mold pulled back, the toy's rubber skin tugged against the mold as it was so eager to feel the caress of the mold. Toy moaned deeply, lustfully as it wiggled, and squirmed with a soft squeak. The toy licked its lips as it eyed its Maker with its softly glowing han purple eyes.

"Is today the day this one gets to serve customers directly?" the toy inquired.

"Yes it is, but this one first has to see something," K-2003 replies as it leans against the toy. Its breasts pressed just on top of its own as the eager toy was only three or so inches shorter than its Maker.

K-2003 squeaks loudly against its fellow toy as it reaches and held its head up to look up into its eyes as K-2003 turns the toy's head to the left, to the right, its long sergal ears twitch as K-2003 moves in for a deep lustful kiss. The toy-maker tilts its head making deeper lip contact with the toy as the new toy moans deeply. Its han purple tongue wraps around its Maker's tongue. It leans into the kiss as it tastes its Maker's sweet mouth juices. The feeling aroused the toy even further as K-2003 will slowly break the kiss, stands of semi translucent cyan and han purple mingled between their lips, stranding a few inches before they break.

"So far so good," K-2003 remarks.

"T-thank you Maker," the toy responds as K-2003 then firmly grips the toy's breasts. It moans deeply and arches its back pulling some of itself out of the back half of the mold as K-2003 rubs the han purple nipples that stand out in the dark contrast of its black rubber breasts. K-2003 lifts them up, groping them firmly as it holds them up and wraps its lips around the becoming sergal toy's nipple. The toy moans deeply as its Maker suckles, runs its tongue across the sensitive flesh, its lips tug and pull at the nipple. K-2003 suckles for a few moments before giving han purple flesh a tug with its teeth. The toy's toes curl as it closes its eyes to focus on the pleasure running through its body just as K-2003 repeats the process with the other breast.

The toy pants heavily as its Maker slides down the body kneeling before it. Its eyes crack open as it looks down at its Maker in an unusually submissive position as it feels its Maker's thumb press then pinch the tip of its sergal clitoral hood. The hood squirms and wiggles like a gripped tongue as the toy rocks on its feet with a squeak.

"Maker..." moans the toy as K-2003 leans in close and licks across its han purple sex. The toy's sex twitches and winks at its Maker as K-2003 moves in and uses its angular snout tip to push into the wet rubber sex. It spreads the folds slowly at first before diving in, pulling out after only a few inches as it then envelopes the toy's sex with its entire mouth.

The toy clenches its fists and closes its eyes as a surge of pleasure rushes through its body as K-2003's tongue runs across the toy's sensitive primary sex port. The wet folds squeeze and milk its tongue for all its worth as K-2003 hungrily slurps and savors the toy's sex for a good fifteen seconds before breaking the wet open mouth kiss. K-2003 pulling back from the toy's sex, strands of purple and cyan fluids go from the sex to the toy's lips till K-2003's tongue licks its lips breaking all the strands in one go.

"You are progressing very well," K-2003 comments.

A wave of pleasure rushes through the toy as it hears in the back of its mind, "Toy loves to please its Maker."

"This one is happy to hear that," it replies.

"Your primary sex port is not ready for direct use but your clitoral hood is fully functional. Four more days till your ready to be penetrated in your main sex, your rear sissy port is already ready for use."

"Sounds wonderful Maker, this one will do its best."

"Good, you will now no longer be watched by any of the toy units you will be on your own in doing what needs to be done. If you think there is nothing to do ask a complete toy and they will inform you what could be done. Help customers, and when they use you which this one is sure they will, please ask them to fill out the survey in the room about your performance and suggestions. They will be drawn into a raffle to win a fifty-dollar gift card for our products," K-2003 explains as it gently rubs the toy's breast and guides it out of the room and onto the sale floor.

"This one won't let you down," the toy responds happily as K-2003 smacks its rump with a loud smack and firm grope.

"This one knows you won't, go get them, show them what a good toy you are," K-2003 encourages as the sergal toy presses its rump into its Maker's claws before heading off.

K-2003 smiles happily as the toy walks away, its tail slightly hiked, hips sway side to side with each step as the black and han purple sergal toy gets to work. It wasn't long till it was busy helping customers, showing some around, giving recommendations on some of the products the store offers, or directing them to other toys who have more experience to give better advice than it.

What happened halfway through the day was what the it has been hoping for. The male fox from last week approaches it with a sly smile, "You ready to be used yet or did I come in too soon?" he asks.

The toy turns to the user and smiles, "Yes this one just came up for trial testing. If you like to use this one it is ready save for its primary sex port. It has been told it's not ready for use."

The fox's yellow eyes look over the toy before him. He grins and replies, "I don't think that will be a problem," he says as he grabs the toy by the hand and rushes it over to the toy testing rooms. The two head into the prison cell themed room complete with a jail cell bars, bunk beds, and plenty of places to bound and chain the dirty criminal to be punished.

The toy looks around the room running its rubber fingers across the cold metal jail bars, "So how may this one be of service to you?" the toy asks with a bow.

"I want a little role play fun," he says as the fox starts to strip once the door behind them is closed. His clothes are tossed to the side as his orange fur is revealed to the toy as well as his half erect penis that bobs slightly with each step.

"You want to punish this bad criminal toy?" the toy inquires as it suckles its finger and wiggles its rump as it watches the fox shake his head.

"No I want you to be the warden and take that delicious clitoral hood of yours and fuck me in the ass with it. Rape me with it, I want to be taken hard, pound into me, then suck me off, make me cum to your delight!" he exclaims as he goes to the nearby closet and starts to put on skimpy and revealing black and white striped prisoner uniform.

He hops onto the bed and tosses the toy a pair of cuffs, "Bind these behind my back and take me, I am such a naughty fox who needs to be punished," he asks with a whine his penis now fully out and throbbing with dribbles of pre cum on at the tip.

The toy was taken back by the sudden request. The toy caught the cuffs and felt the cool metal in its rubber hands as the soft domineering voice in the back of its head spoke, "Toy's serve their users. Toys obeys their users. Toy obeys."

The toy shivers as its clit hood twitched in growing anticipation, "With pleasure you dirty criminal, you think you can do what you want and get away with it? That is why you are here you scum!" exclaims the toy as it moves and cuffs the fox's wrist and with a feigned struggle and whimper the toy forces the fox to turn around as the other is latched around his other wrist.

"You can't do this to me!" he whines.

"Toy can do whatever it wants with you. You are scum who gave up their rights when you broke the law. You are nothing but an animal and now this one will fuck you like an animal," the toy says sternly as grips the fox's hips and pulls down his pants.

"No... don't! What if the other prisoners see this! They can't know the warden let alone a girl fucked me! I have a reputation to keep!" he exclaims as the toy lifts the fox's hips higher, pressing his face against several pillows that provide him with some comfort as his cock throbs between his legs. His tail hiked high with excitement as he moans.

"Good let them watch so they can see what kind of bitch you have become," the toy responds as it presses its hips against the fox's rump. Its clit hood slides and wiggles within the fox's hole as the fox lets out a deep moan before yelling.

"No stop! You can't... fuck...." he moans deeply as the toy starts to pound him. The toy abusing his tight hole with the strong and firm licks and wiggles of its clit hood which reach deep within his body, the tip easily hitting his prostate gland.

"No, I won't stop till you cry out and moan for more like the bitch you are," the toy responds as the fox yips and squirms against it. The fox's rear becomes wet with the toy's juices as it rocks and pounds into him again and again. The fox grunts and moans in delight, wanting, eagerness, as a puddle of his own juices leaks onto the bed, while the fox's fur around his ass clings to his body as it becomes soaked in toy sexual fluids.

"No more please! I can't take it anymore warden! Please don't make me cum! Please don't use your mouth and suck me dry! Anything but that!" the fox cries out as his body is spun around, the clit hood still shoved in his body as his throbbing length bounces side to side. The base of his member expanded as his arousal throbs before the toy.

Pinning the fox against the bed the toy holds the rump up with one hand and grabs the other. It licks its lips at the sight of the needy length and wraps its lips around the fox's pink aching flesh.

The wet member slides along the toy's tongue, the salty flavor sends a shiver in the toy's mind as it doesn't even think how it can flex its body in such a way as the fox's member slips deeper and deeper into its mouth. The toy's tongue coils around the length, sliding out past its lips towards the base of the fox's penis that has inflated into a healthy knot.

The han purple sergal toy lips press against the knot as the tongue savors the flavor as pre cum spurts into the toy's mouth. The taste of the male essence causes the toy's clit to wiggle within the fox, pressing hard against the prostate. The fox's rump milks the clit hood within his body as the handcuffs rattle behind his back. He breaths heavily as his hiked up feet wiggle, his toes curl as he lets out a deep moan, "Oh Fuck... I can't..."

The sergal toy continues to suckle nice and firm as its lips slide up and down the length, revealing the cock for only a few brief moments of cool refreshing air before slamming back down, almost taking the knot into its mouth each and every time.

"I... ," the fox stutters out as the toy forces its muzzle all the way down the length taking the entire length with an audible pop and squeak. The fox lets out a loud yip as he climaxes, the hot sticky load blown into the toy's awaiting mouth. Each spurt of ropey cum was a little explosion of bliss within its mind.

"Toy is a good toy."

The toy lets the cum build up in its mouth, its lips not letting a drop of it escape as its cheeks start to bulge with the fox's heavily built up load. The toy's tongue swishes and sloshes within the white sticky delight as the taste is something that the toy has never experienced before.

"Toy is a fuck toy."

And the toy wanted more and the mere thought of getting it caused the toy's body to tingle in pleasure from the base of its crotch up into it's spine and into the back of its mind.

"Fuck, fuck... fuck... okay that's enough, that was good... oh fuck I needed that," panted the fox as the toy swallowed the fox's seed as it slowly cleaned off the length with its tongue and mouth before letting the fox down completely. The toy releasing the fox who sat up and rubbed his wrists.

"You said you just came into testing?" the fox asks as he sizes up the toy.

"Yes this one did. There is a survey to fill over there. There is a chance to win a fifty dollar gift card," the toy explains.

"Good to know, I'll be sure to give your higher ups a very detailed report of my thoughts about you," he responds as his cock slowly recedes into his sheath. Kicking off the prisoner pants that managed to remain on one of his legs during this whole ordeal. He hobbles over to the survey paper and begins to scribble on it with a pen provided nearby. His tail flicks side to side as the toy can see the fox's well lubed and purplish colored fur all around his rump and down the underside of his tail. After a few minutes he folds the paper and puts it into a nearby locked box before getting dress.

"That is all toy, you can go," replies the fox.

"Yes sir," the toy responds with a bow as he continues on with the rest of the day. Helping customers, servicing a few more, who more than happy express how delighted they are to enjoy such a toy as themselves. In fact the toy managed to get two more males and one female and one shemale to service during its time at work. Each one was just as delightful as the first as they took control and really tested the toy out, leaving its female sex untouched as per the rule, but the shemale saber tooth tiger was a different story...

Dressed in a skimpy nurse outfit she approached the sergal toy who was tied to the bed posts of the patient bed. The toy's rubber body squeaks against the smooth white rubber bed sheets.

"I'm sorry toy, but according to your charts you are serious need of some cock injects," she says with a soft purr, her panties bulging as she approaches the to as it squeaks and tugs in its bondage.

"Yes Nurse Grishna, this one is a very sick toy that needs lots of cock injections in order to recover from its lack of sexitus," the toy responds with a needy moan.

Grishna licks her lips as she climbs over the toy and grips her breasts, squeezing the nipples hard between her fingers. The toy feels its mounds squeezed, rubbed, the hard nipples tugged over and over as the saber's cock grinds against her rubbery sex.

"Remember toy's primary sex isn't free to be used yet," moans the toy as Grishna grumps.

"Fine," she says as she pulls the cock back and shoves it into the toy's rump with a loud squeak.

The toy moans and arches its back as it's pounded, its rump milks the cock as it slides in and out of its body. The length twitches within the toy's rump as its body squeaks with each thrust. Its breasts bounce and jiggle as Grishna slams herself onto the toy, her breasts bounce up and down through the thin nurse outfit.

Harder and harder she pounds in the toy's body as she growls dominantly. She leans forward and stares deep into the toy's han purple eyes, "I don't think the cock injections are working we need to go deeper to make them work," Grishna states as her balls smack into the toy's ass again and again. Waves of pleasure surged through the toy's body as Grishna pulls her cock all the way out save for the cock head before slamming back in.

"Yes we are getting somewhere but this hole has had so many it might have grown immune to it, a fresh hole is needed."

"This one's is always ready for oral medication," the toy responds.

Grishna chuckles, "You think I am going to be denied what I want now that you are all tied up?" The feline grinding her barbed cock up against the toy's sex, which quivers and twitches at the touch.

"B-but this one told you it's not ready for that."

"So you say... time to see how true that is!" she exclaims as she shoves her cock into the toy, her cock slides in only two inches before stopping. You feel the feline's member to hit the very back of her sex as your sex squeezes the tip of the feline's cock nice and hard.

"What? That's it?! What a rip off!" grumbles Grishna.

The toy shivers and bites its lower lip as it feels its pleasure but its ear flatten as the pleasure is delightful it was not what it was hoping.

Grishna grunts and pulls her cock out and slams it hard deep into the toy's ass cumming hard. The rest of the play with the saber tooth shemale was rather straight forward though when the toy asked for filling out feedback card Grishna growls and walks away leaving the toy rather bound to the bed till another toy comes in and unties it. Eventually the store closes up with the final announcements and with an hour spent helping get the store cleaned up K-2003 approaches from behind and gently runs its rubber claws along the toy's back.

"This one has been reading your surveys," K-2003 states as it trails off as the toy moans deeply.

"This one hopes it has done well Maker," the toy responds as K-2003 gives a bigger smile as the hand runs across its form over to the breasts and gives them a firm squeeze, "Very much so. This one is pleased to see you handled your first time domming and your first session with such skill. This one was concerned if you could affectively top a user upon their desire."

The toy felt a rush of pleasure from the praises, giving a soft moan as its bust was teased. It leans into the touch as the toy lets out a soft moan before replying, "This one wasn't sure itself but it went with it. A toy serves its users for their own pleasure. Toy just did what it felt natural to fulfill the user's desire," the toy responds as it feels the nipple tweak.

"That is what this one likes to hear," K-2003 responds as it leads it back to the mold. The han purple sergal toy felt eager to return to the mold. It felt exhausted, drained but excited knowing that what is to come was bringing it closer to completion. Slipping into the mold's encompassing embrass, removing all movement, outside stimuli. No need to move because it is unable. No need to look around because it is unable. No need to sleep because it is unable. As the warm rubber flowed down its throat with the greatest of ease, the toy realized that it has not needed to breath for some time. When did this happen? It wasn't sure, but now it was sure it no longer required air, but continued to breath when the opportunity presented itself.

The mold had fewer and fewer changes with each passing day. The head was now almost perfectly placed each time it was in the mold. Its body has become slender, but not as slender as K-2003. It was a sergal, that is obviously clear but it wasn't Southern nor Northern in design. It spent time during its molding sessions as it debated what kind of sergal toy it was.

It helped pass time for the toy as it was eager for each new day, happy to serve customers, happy to give them pleasure. The warm dildo pushed into its sex as hot latex pushed into its body, driving deeper and deeper into the toy, increasing its sensitivity, it pleasure, is desire to feel something fill it. That desire was numbed only partially by the time it was in the mold. As its sex became further defined. Every trace of its former masculinity was gone and it was no love lost. For its new body was most wonderful.

It knew what was happening, and it did not care. Brandon? The human? Why would toy care about its former unrefined material self? Maker was helping bring toy to full blossom and become the most wonderful toy it could be. Each day brought happiness and joy simply doing what it loved, and better yet, it brought it to others. Each day K-2003 would check its dripping and eager female sex, and on the fourth day of this new week it was given permission to have its primary sex port tested and it was. The toy found several males to give its new sex a test drive.

Each time a male slipped into its body it felt like heaven. Better than heaven for it was here on Earth. It was just a delight to see the males squirm under it, over it, and to receive their hot essence that tasted so wonderful was that it was at times almost maddening to not get more, but then toy remembered.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy is a fuck toy."

"Toy obeys."

"Toy serves its users."

"Toy serves its owner."

"Toy serves its Maker."

"Obedience is pleasure."

"Pleasure is obedience."

It was not so much receiving the cum that made it so addicting, but bringing the pleasure that resulted in the climax that allowed the users it served to have a bit of happiness is what made it so addicting. The result of its good work was only helping reinforce its behavior to be a better toy, and it did not mind at all. Male, female, shemale, intersexed male? It loved them all. Hermaphrodites? More to play with. It did not have any preference to what user it served for serving its user for that moment is all that really mattered to it.

Toy's third week went by seemingly just as fast if not faster it was already the last day working the store floor. The toy was happy and eager to serve and help the customers. Its female sex now given the green light to be used. It swayed its rump side to side, tail hiked with eagerness when suddenly a rather large rippling chest male orca grabs the toy.

"Time for this shark hunter to rack up a land shark kill," he remarks as he whisks the toy away to the sex on the beach room.

"This one is ready to help," the toy responds wiggling its rump with a squeak as its led into the room. The cool water against the sand, the water itself only a few feet deep as the faux waves hits the sand. The orca's pants bulge heavily as he throws the toy onto the sand with a thud.

"Time to give you a test drive," he grunts as he climbs over the toy. The toy moans as it feels the sand rub against its back. The massive orca pushes the toy down into the sand, its body leaving a deep indentation.

The toy watches as the deep heavy breathing as it watches the prehensive smooth thick massive orca cock pulling down his own shorts. The toy shivers at the sight as sand rolls across the rubber body as its pinned deeper into beach, its feet dangling into the water as it feels the lapping waters at its feet.

"Time to see how deep your pleasure hole goes," the orca remarks as he unceremoniously slams his cock into the toy's sex. Over a foot and three inches of cock slides deep into the han purple sex. Its clitoral hood dwarfed by the massive member that spreads its the toy wide.

The sergal toy moans loudly as it feels the cock go deeper and deeper into its form. Its sex milking the length. Its body squeaks loudly as its hips slam into the orca. His balls slamming into the toy's crotch again and again, the entire toy's body shakes and heaves with each pounding. The toy's mouth hangs open, in pure delight. The cock wiggles and moves around its sex, the orca's flesh as the toy feels its well formed female sex could take this orca and so much more. The pleasure bursting within its body, hitting lovely highs, but never enough to ever put it over the edge, but the toy's tight passage was more than enough to cause the orca to do so. The orca slams himself into the toy with a bellows roar as his hot sticky seed floods into the toy's body, it was the first of many climaxes that day, as this particular orca was very pent up, a voracious appetite and unbelievable stamina. When this last day ends the toy is filled with joy yet a bit of longing, sad that the time on the store floor was coming to an end but a sense of eagerness flowed through it as it was ready to meet the next challenge for its Maker.

The next day as its molding cycle came to an end, the mold peeling off its body as it let out a loud moan as it squeaked and stretched. Stepping out of the mold on its own and bows to its Maker.

"Morning Maker, this one is ready for its next task," it says happily.

K-2003 leans up and gently runs a hand across the toy's face. It leans and kisses toy briefly on the nose before pulling back, "That is what this one loves to hear. For the next week you will have a unique set of work. You will be assisting users in non sexual ways, emulating a toy can be used for more than sex. Though we toys are very good at that, we are still multi-utility toys," K-2003 explains as the toy hivers and leans into the brief tender kiss.

"Yes Maker, this one thinks it understands," it responds with a nod as its lead out of its pod completely with a simple motion of K-2003's finger. The sergal toy followed its toy Maker without a second thought, without an ounce of worry, with the only care of pleasing its owner in any fashion.

"That is what this one likes to hear. For the next week you'll be working just outside of the store to an area behind it."

"Behind the store?"

"Yes there some items left behind when quality material like yourself is processed. This one's company doesn't deal with such things like automobiles and such. That is left to the others," K-2003 explains as the toy tilts its head curiously as it follows.

""Why is that?" the toy inquires.

"For one, this one knows others don't understand what bliss we are giving others. The freedoms they achieve as their material is molded. Society can be very closed minded that way. Toy knows its Maker had some issue and these people helped its Maker out. How it's not totally sure, so it continues keeping the working relationship together," it responds with a smile.

"Which is?"

"We do what we do best they do what they do best, but this one thinks some of their type are not the best sort. So this one sends toys over to help and keep an eye on them," it continues as they exit the back of the store using a series of hallways.

The warm sun hits the toy's skin without being filtered through any glass for the first time. It's skin warmed in the sunlight as a cool breeze blew across its body. It shivered in delight as the pavement and eventual dirt path did not bother its feet at all.

"This one thinks it understands, do all the stores have this?"

K-2003 shakes its head, "No, just a few of the megastores. Since not every location molds materials, because toy makers are a very rare to find. The material for that is rather unique and special."

"What about this one?"

"Yours is unique and special in a different way," K-2003 responds as the toy nods. The path to this area did take a few minutes to walk to and when the two toys got there, it was blocked by a metal gate that said "Private Property Keep out". K-2003 and the other toy simply walked right through. Inside were a few garage style buildings and housing for those who work there. K-2003 took the toy to a mobile-office where a rather busy gryphon was busy doing work. There K-2003 introduced the new toy and that it would be working here for the next week. The gryphon simply grumbled and acknowledged it before K-2003 left the toy to the gryphon's devices.

After a rather rough and quick fuck session where the gryphon gave zero fucks or cares about the toy in its care, it was assigned to garage two. The four mechanics working there, a female dragon, a male gazelle, a male zebra and a shemale snake, were rather happy to have a toy help them out as they took apart and worked on automobiles. The toy found itself able to do feats of strength that it did not think it had, but when one of the workers wanted to have their way with the toy, it found itself helpless to resist. Not that it minded, and at the end of day when K-2003 picked it up, it was ready to slip back into that wonderful mold.

The next six days were the same coming and going, but by day two K-2003 allowed the toy to make the trips to and back to the store on its own where K-2003 would happily greet it so it could get back into the mold.

There felt to be little changes left to its body if any at all. The dildos in its maw, rump and sex fit like a dream, flowing the rubber into its body as it was held and squeezed tightly by the mold. Its body firm, plump, smooth and shapely. Each molding session was just a blissful moment to relax and recollect its thoughts and reaffirm its train of thought.

"Toy is a good toy."

"Toy is a fuck toy."

"Toy loves to obey."

"Toy loves to service."

"Toy is an object."

"Toy loves to fuck."

Its mind matching that of the voices when it had no other thoughts or distractions to draw it away from its heavenly mantra. At the end of this week K-2003 stood at the front of the mold as it peeled away from its body. The sergal toy moaned happily as the plastic was pulled off. The fresh air of the toy molding room hitting its skin. Its clit hood relaxed against its sex, showing off the glistening wet sex, different from K-2003's tightly sealed sex.

"Your physical molding is complete toy," states K-2003 with a smile as its tail swayed behind it rather excitingly.

"What does that mean Maker?" the toy inquired.

"Oh the best parts now! This one will finish your programming and you will be given your designation, isn't that wonderful!" K-2003 exclaims happily as it was practically dancing on its toes as it spoke.

"Yes it does Maker," the toy responds as it felt a tingle of bliss rush through it sbody, "You appear very excited about this Maker."

"Of course, this is the best part, where all the hard work this one and you toy have put into the molding of your material and to see it completed after this long month. Who would not be excited about it? Your completion and molding day is about to happen," responds as it reaches up and gropes the toy's breast.

"Come we have to go to its room to finish you off," K-2003 commands as it gives the toy's han purple nipple one little last tweak which the toy responds with a deep moan.

"Yes Maker," as it follows its Maker. Its han purple eyes watch its Maker's rump sway side to side. The tail slightly hiked, teasing it as it watched and followed. K-2003 hums to itself some unknown tune as it leads the toy through the store floor once more, heading all the way down the "Toy Testing Room" and to the very last door on the left. K-2003 brings up a hidden keypad and types in its code before opening the door. Inside is a rather large room connected to a few smaller ones. The large room has video cameras and photography equipment off to the side as black bed sheets with cyan colored rubber canopy bed top sits in the middle of the room.

The toy looks around and catches another room nearby that looks more like an office with a wooden desk, a computer and other office items, beside that in its own half walled room, is a kitchen with a dining room table. This room is separated from the main play room by only two walls and the stark change between the white carpeting and faux wood floor.

K-2003 gently runs its claws along the toy's muzzle, "This one wants to see your current level before this last stage, please get onto the bed for this one and wait patiently for what is to come," K-2003 asks with a soft command.

"Yes Maker," the toy responds as it walks over to the large bed. The toy runs its squeaky body against it, feeling the smooth rubber under its form before turning to face K-2003, sitting on its legs as it shows off its bust and rump in an eager pose, "Like this?"

"Yes exactly like that," K-2003 replies as it moves to set up some video cameras, the toy watching curiously as it keeps its pose, its tail gently squeaks against the bed sheets as there was a sudden knock on the door.

"There they are," comments K-2003 as it walks over to the door. The other toy watches its Maker as K-2003 only glances over its shoulder at it before opening the door. K-2003 softly says as it opens the door as two rather busy looking zebras stand at the door, "Sarah, Danielle it's a pleasure to have you two finally make it," K-2003 remarks as it steps to the side to let them in.

The first one a green shaded zebra wearing tight form fitting strapped leather outfit, her breasts lifted and separated by them but cover nothing is the first to step inside, "Sorry but Danielle thought we should be fashionably late," says Sarah as her hoofed feet clip clop against the ground.

"Sure blame me, you know it's not always easy to get this rubber outfit on," remarks Danielle as she walks in. The blue shaded zebra smiles at K-2003 as her long leggings, and finger arm gloves with third cover bra that lifts and squeezes her massive bust together grins widely as she glances over at the toy on the bed.

The toy watches curiously as it can see the two zebras have rather large bulges between their legs.

"So how long do we get with this toy to test it out?" asks Danielle.

"Three hours," K-2003 answers.

"Is that all?" she remarks lowering her ears softly.

"Most get only an hour but this one thinks you both have the stamina for it."

"Don't worry sis, if you don't think you can last as long as me, I completely understand," remarks Sarah.

"You're on," Danielle replies as she walks over to the bed with Sarah in toe. With each step their breasts, easily twice the size of the toy's own healthy bust, jiggle and bounce with each step, as their latex and leather bras can barely contain them. What could not be contained though was what was between their legs. The sergal toy's eyes were split between the two equally pulsating bulges. With each step they grew bigger and bigger, as if competing with the other to see who could burst out of their panties first, in the end it was a tie as Sarah's massive green and Daniella's throbbing blue horse cocks jump free from their loins, their cock holes already dripping with pre cum that glistens in the light.

The toy looks at the two as its body tense, it looks over the two busty shemales as they draw close. The green one stands at the edge of the bed, her length hanging over the bed sheets as Sarah motions the toy to move up. It moans softly as it does so its body squeaking against the bed sheets as they wrinkle wherever the toy puts pressure on to the bed.

Danielle climbs onto the bed which creaked under her weight as the toy's face was now a hair's breadth away from the green cock before it, "Open wide," Sarah commands as she grabs the toy's head and unceremoniously shoves her length deep into the toy's mouth who barely has enough time to open it before the cock fills it. The large throbbing member slides down its tongue and throat with relative easy as the toy's tongue wiggles along the length, tasting the sweet flavor of the cock as its angular muzzle tip takes the whole cock in and bumps its chin onto Sarah's nut sack.

It wasn't long till the blue zebra made her move. She gripped the black rubber tail before her lifting it up, revealing the dripping female sex and cute tight sissy port of the toy's two southern fuck holes. Danielle grins as she shoves her massive length into the toy's rear port.

The toy feels the massive length spearhead deep into its body, the two cocks now being driven deep into its body as its spit roast between them. Its rubber organs shive and move effortlessly, keeping a tight squeeze on the huge lengths as the toy is squeezed between the two massive girls.

They hold the toy tightly as they start to pound away, the members sliding back and forth as they use the toy, each thrust going deeper as the toy could almost feel the two cock heads falling just short of meeting each other within its body.

Danielle leans forward and kisses her sister on the lips, their bodies shake and bounce with the twoy between them. Danielle though grins and pushes forward, thrusting hard into the toy as she uses it to force her sister Sarah not only back but down. Sarah moans as she felt for a brief moment her sister's cock touch her own within the toy as it was squeezed between them even harder. Sarah shivers as she stumbles back onto the ground landing with a soft thud. The sergal toy helplessly dragged with as Sarah holds onto it.

The toy's visions till filled with the massive green crotch, balls and thighs of the zebra as it squeaks all the way down. Its rump and legs dangling on the top of the bed as the rest of its form was hammered down into Sarah.

The black and han purple sergal toy feels its breasts bounce up and down with each forceful thrust as they ad to the momentum of the pounding as it's being used to Sarah with Danielle on top.

"That's no fair using the toy like that!" moans Sarah as she bucks her hips the toy's mouth just as she climaxes. Hot waves of sticky seed flood into the toy, its lips bulge even more as it can feel the orgasming member jettison her load deep into the toy's body. Danielle yells out as she climaxes.

"All fair in love and war!" as she releases a torrent of jizz into the toy's body. The two waves of cum fill the toy's body as the collide and mix within. The toy moans deeply with its mouth filled with cock as it wraps its legs around the Danielle and helps her milk her sister's cock of all its worth.

"That was good," remarks Danielle as she rubs and gives a few more hard poundings into the toy before it looks over to K-2003, "Tell me toy, these toys can be very strong can they?"

"Yes all Toys-4-U toys are very strong for safety reasons."

"You think this one could hold me up in service?" she asks with a nicker.

"Of course," K-2003 says with a smirk.

"Excellent," she replies as she pulls out of the toy's rump as the still hard length give the toy's rump a firm smack.

"Toy I want you to to stand at the edge of the bed and get ready to catch me... sister why don't you give the toy some... back up support," she suggests.

"What? Why do I have to?" Sarah asks.

"Do it," commands Danielle as Sarah pulls out of the toy's mouth and stands up at attention in every way, "Yes sis."

"What's going on?" the toy asks as it could finally speak as it licks its lips clean of the Sarah's green spunk as she stands and pulls the toy onto its feet. Sarah grins as she says into the toy's ear.

"You are being used like the fuck toy that you are, now do what Mistress Danielle tells you to do," she commands before slamming her thick horse meat deep into the toy's rump. The member slides in deep as is pulled a few steps away from the bed.

"You are going to hold me up toy as we 69, I've always wanted to try something like that," explains Danielle as the toy nods.

"Yes as you wish, this one obeys," it responds as Danielle chuckles.

"That's good to hear," Danielle says as she slips off of the bed, sliding her back against the bed sheets as she lands on her hands her massive length flies through the air as the toy watches it come toward it. THe toy opens its mouth catching the tip into its maw as its hammered down its throat. The heavy balls pressing down onto its muzzle as the toy wraps its arms around Danielle helping hold the zebra up against its body as Danielle takes her hands off the ground, spreading and holding onto the toy's legs as she first licks and suckles the toy's clit hood which wiggles into the toy's mouth.

"That's it be a good toy and hold me up," Danielle commands as she uses the toy to force her cock in and out of his throat, sliding it nice and deep as she fucks and abuses the toy's muzzle, while Sarah gives the toy the same treatment her sister did moments ago.

The toy tenses and moans as it holds the big zebra shemale up, the toy itself not straining as it holds her up with relative ease and care. The toy gives perfect access for Danielle to eat the toy out as the last hole that has yet to be filled with horse cock.

"That's it be a good toy and don't drop me," she commands as she continues to use the toy.

"That does look like fun, I will want to go next," remarks Sarah as she slams herself deep into the toy's rear, the two zebras endlessly abusing the toy till they climax into it again and again and again. The toy being used like a mere fleshlight or worse as the two sisters do everything and anything they can think of to fuck the toy to their own delight. The toy itself showered and filled with cum again and again yet never tiring, never questioning and not even asking for more, but feeling a blissful state of service as it does what it's made to do.

When it finally comes to a close the sergal toy is laid across the bed, battered with cum, it's breaths heavy merely for the zebras own enjoyment as the toy's hands are covered in the two gals seed as its hands were busy rubbing the two off as they reached their point of exhaustion.

"This one hope you had a good time but time is up," says K-2003 it approaches the bed.

"Already? Three hours seem to have just flown by," pants Sarah.

"You don't mind we catch a breath here for a bit do you?" Danielle asks.

"Don't mind at all, a toy will come to clean it up so you can rest there for a bit, before and after. But you only have use for lets say six hours before having to leave."

"Fine by me."

"Same here," Sarah adds as K-2003 leans on the edge of the bed, "Come toy, time to complete you."

The sergal toy squeezes the two zebra cocks with eagerness as it gives one last slow milking of the two as it moves between them, "Yes Maker, it will do as you command," it responds as Sarah and Danielle moan blissfully as the sergal toy follows the other. The two move past the other rooms stopping in a small personal shower room which K-2003 places the sergal toy in to quickly wash over the toy of all the zebra seed the two users left on it.

The sergal toy watched as its Maker wash its body with delicate rubbery hands and cloth, thoroughly getting everywhere before pulling the toy out of the small shower, drying it off and leading it to another room with a set of two silver cylindrical phallic shaped pods. Between them is a computer with dozens wires travelling between the two.

K-2003 reached and grabbed it by the collar and moved it to the pod to the right. After a simple touch the pod slid open revealing a soft black rubber interior, "Please step inside, tail first," says K-2003.

The toy shivers at the sight and nods, "Yes Maker," as it does so. It feels the pod press against parts of its body as its tail slips into a tail compartment.

"Enjoy toy," K-2003 says with a smile as the pod closes around it. The pod itself filling out to wrap around the toy. Squeezing and holding it into place as it feels a tingle in the back of its neck as it hears a voice, one that it has not heard before, one far more artificial.

"New hardware detected... installing... one moment please... hardware installed."

The toy mentally shivered as there was no movement within the tube to allow an even a wiggle. "Warning, toy programming not detected.... Initializing toy programming, stage one. Installing..."

The toy was in total darkness. The moment the pod closed around it there was nothing it could see, nothing it could hear, nothing it could do. Suddenly there was a light and though it felt completely restricted and bound a moment ago it felt like it could move now. Curiously the toy moved towards the light. As it got closer it saw the light was a full bodied mirror. Each step brought it closer to it, and clarity of what it was seeing in the mirror. It was a human, a brown skinned rather lithe human.

"He looks cute," the toy thinks as it touches the mirror, which shatters in a blinding light and the next thing the toy knows its standing before the human. Who is bound and tied in a shibari rope style. Brandon's arms were tied behind his back, his mouth gagged by the rope, his legs spread, the rope rubbing on the base of his cock keeping it hard and pointing forward. Signs are attached to the rope that hold him in place.

One at the base of his cock says "lust", the one hanging from his gagged mouth says "society", another says "instincts" another "desire" another "wants," and the last "needs". Brandon looks at his toy self who looked back at him. Brandon could see through the toy's eyes, feel what the toy felt but the toy could only see Brandon and not feel or see through him.

Brandon squirmed and wiggled in his own trapped body as black and han purple tentacles come out from the darkness and silently make their way towards the toy. Brandon moans and squirms as he tries to communicate with his toy self.

"Aww you are so cute bound like that. This one bets you are a user who likes to be taken, after all this one recognizes its own material," the toy says as one of the tentacles slides under the toy's tail and into its rump. The toy moans deeply as it feels the sudden penetration as its hips press against it. The rubber tentacles wrap around its arms and legs, hoisting it up into the air as they slither across its skin like hungry snakes. They slide and wrap around its breasts, one heading south to slam itself into its needy sex, another north to slam into the toy's mouth. The tentacles blocked the toy's view of its human self who watched helplessly as he felt the pleasure of being sexually assaulted in such a matter. He watches and feels the toy squirm in the air.

"Connection established. Now uploading toy programming," says the electronic voice as the toy feels a surge of energy rushing through its body. A bright screen starts to play before it. Dozens of screens displaying in ultra fast speed experiences of other toys. Their sexual experience, their moments uploaded into the toy. As the information flooded into the toy's mind, it could tell yet be unable to catch that there were countless toy experiences from countless toys being fed into its mind, a few it would swear it saw if it had a moment to dwell upon it were experiences of its Maker, servicing and domineering users.

The tentacles continued to "rape" the toy but of course the toy that would be an untrue statement for no one could rape a toy no matter how unwilling it would 'play' to be. Brandon felt the knowledge flowing into his mind, his uncontrollable lust, his desire to fuck and climax, to clear his head of the arousing fog that has overtaken him causes him to tug and buck against the rope bondage, but all he could feel was the soft rope rub against his skin, keeping him helplessly exposed as he watches his other half get fucked senseless.

The toy's toes curl as the rubber tentacles slide across its body, cross crossing and fighting to tease and rub against its own rubbery flesh while it's pumped full of important toy knowledge while Brandon helplessly squirms to everything. Suddenly after an unknown amount of time there was a voice that spoke from the darkness that same robotic voice.

"Upload complete," and the toy found itself suddenly back in its pod in total darkness and silence. The pod hissed as air rushes in as the rubber deflates. Its softly glowing han purple eyes adjust as light hits them as it sees K-2003 standing before it.

"Enjoy your first time in a charge pod?"

The toy nods repeatedly, "Yes this one did Maker, it was lovely!" it exclaims as K-2003 puts a finger on its rubber lips and waits for a moment as its tongue slides around its Maker's tongue as it starts to suckle tenderly.

"That's a good toy, now let this one reward you for being such a good toy before we finish your programming, how does that sound?"

"Ghuud Mahker," the toy responds while suckling the tongue.

K-2003 chuckles happily as it curls its finger within the toy's mouth , rubbing the claw tip against the roof of the mouth as it tugs the toy forward as it suckles the finger. K-2003 leads the toy back to the first room with the large rubber canopy bed. "On the bed toy," commands K-2003.

"Yes Maker!" exclaims the toy as it rushes over to the bed. It hikes its tail at its Maker showing off its needy body as it lets out a soft moan. Its body squeaks against the back bed sheets as it turns its head to face its Maker and gently suckles its own finger, "This one is ready Maker," it responds.

"This one is glad you've taken your education to heart," K-2003 says as it saunters over to its toy. It smacks the toy's rump with a loud rubbery smack. The toy moans as it feels the hit as K-2003 firmly grips its rump holding its hips as it presses itself against you.

"Thank you Maker!"

"This one is going to have a surprise for you but first..." remarks K-2003 as it flips and pins down its toy. K-2003 climbs onto the bed as the other toy tries to get up but only to find its wrists held by K-2003's hands, spread to the side. K-2003 looks down at it as it looks up at its Maker, its legs being forcefully spread by the domineering toy's knees.

The submissive toy pants loudly as its breasts rise and fall with each breath. Its nipples are hard, its body welcoming as it peers over its smooth rubbery mounds to see K-2003's closed off sex. That cyan clitoral hood twitching as it breaks its seal. Slick cyan juices that have been built up behind the wall leak down onto its own sex. The sergal toy's clit hood wiggles and moves up towards the flow of the juices, wiggling and dancing in K-2003's flood of juices while guiding some of the cyan fluids straight into its awaiting han purple sex.

K-2003 arches its back as it moves its hips closer to the toy's own. Its clit hood reaching down to touch the tip of the other clitoral hood. It smells its Maker's sweet scent fill the room, it's green apple scented polished body glistening in the lights as K-2003's cyan nipples are as hard as its own.

K-2003 smiles down at the toy watching it moan and squirm but have a level of control that it did not possess before. It gently bucked its hips towards K-2003, letting the two clit hoods slide and wrap around each other. The han purple colored clit hood bowing down to the cyan one as it lets itself being coiled and tugged up towards the rubbery sex. The submissive toy arches its back and presses and rubs its sex against. The two vaginal openings wet, hot eager to touch the other. K-2003 pulls and guides the other sex against its own. The two soon kissing as their wet fluids rub between the other.

K-2003 pushes down onto the toy as the toy pushes back up with equal pressure but no more than that. It lets its Maker lead through the motions but takes initiatives only related to improving the play. Not passively following but actively participating in its own submission.

"Good toy, very good," K-2003 says with a soft moan as the toy moans deeply in desire, as the complement reaches its ears. The larger black and cyan toy moves down, its breasts pressing down on top of the other toy. The two sets of breasts flatten against the other as K-2003's snout tip was a hair's breadth away from the other toy. The other toy's mouth was slightly ajar as it let out a gasp. Its eyes locked onto its Maker's as it eagerly awaited for the next move.

The two bodies press against each other, its female sex grinding against its Maker's well crafted primary sex port. Its pleasure rising higher and higher, arousal building, swelling within its body as K-2003's head moves past the front of its head its mouth moving over to its left ear as it lets out a long soft lick.

The black and han purple toy moans, its toes curl as its breasts press up against its Maker's. "You will love the surprise this one has in store for you, after all you love to be fucked by a dominant female, especially one with extra options," K-2003 whispers into its ear as it then gently bites the tip.

The lesser toy moans deeply as it feels its Maker's clit hood slide into its body, slowly spreading its folds as it goes deeper and deeper. Its clit hood wrapped around its maker's clit hood as they dance over their kissing sex. The toy's eyes go wide as it realizes what it was feeling did not make sense. If its clit hood was outside then...

It moans deeply as K-2003's special secret is pushed out of its hidden area within its own sex. K-2003 is a female toy model through and through. It has a female sex of well-crafted delight, but when certain occasions, the toy's extra attachment is used.

K-2003's cyan sergaline length slides deeper and deeper into the depths of its well-crafted toy. It listens to the sweet moans and gasps of the other toy as its ear is right next to the toy's mouth. It bites the toy's ear even harder and gives a firm thrust forward as its member is now fully out of its female sex and shoved deep into its nearly completely toy.

The black and han purple plaything was helpless. It dared not resist its Maker as it pulled out slowly at first, letting it feel the entire length and girth of the sergal penis. The very tip remaining in its body as K-2003 lets the toy have a moment to let its sergal clit hood lick and rub along the length. To get a 'taste' of the member before it's shoved back deep and hard into its body.

K-2003 releases the other toy's wrists as it moves its hands down to hold onto its hips as it starts to ravage the toy with quick firm thrusts into its body. The other toy moans deeply, happily as their clit hoods are smashed again and again against each other. Smacking with wet squeaks as K-2003 slowly pulls its body up to get better leverage over its toy.

Each smack causes the two toys' breasts to bounce and wiggle. The bottom toy's body slides up against the bed, each thrust pushing it further up till its head is pressed and pinned against the cyan colored rubber feathered pillows. Its body now pinned against the pillows, which were stopped by the head of the bed and its Maker. Nothing was stopping its Maker of taking full advantage over its body.

K-2003's hands moving over to its toy's breasts and giving them firm rubbing gropes as it uses them for leverage to drive itself deep into the other toy's body. It rubs the two breasts together, its fingers tugging and tweaking at the firm han purple nipples.

"Yes you are such a naughty toy, so wanting, so eager to please this one and those around you. Fine quality crafted material, molded into perfection, slowly over the past month, doesn't it feel wonderful?"

"Yes," moans the toy.

"Such a good toy, so pent up, so needy to please this one. But now this one wants something from you, something its kept from you during your entire molding process. Climax this one's toy. Climax, let this one take away your toy virginity and give you, your first toy climax as we will then solidify yourself into your true self," commands K-2003.

The toy listens to its Maker's words. It looks up at its Maker, unable and unwilling to look away as its body is ravaged by it. The fellow domineering toy of perfection taking its perfectly crafted body with such grace. Those words roll off of its cyan tongue, they echo in its mind. Each bit of praise, each command, each syllable sends shivers into its body. Then it hears the command, to let itself go and finally reach the climax that has just been out of reach this entire time. It always felt a million miles away and right on the precipice of ultimate obedient bliss. The key has been turned, its body has been unlocked, its highest reward for a job well done has been reached as its hot han purple juices flow over its Maker's cock. Its sex squeezing, milking the sergal cock lodged within it. Its clitoral hood squeezing and holding onto it Maker's clit hood for dear life.

The explosive pleasure hitting its body was like more like a nuclear blast. It blossomed and mushroomed deep within its body, springing forth as it reached up for its Maker. Its hands squeezing and rubbing along the toy's arms as it held onto the domineering toy as its body released itself all over itself and its fellow toy unit.

K-2003 continued to pound, drawing out the climax longer and longer, pushing the pleasure higher for several moments, letting its toy swim in its reward before slowly letting it down from cloud nine and back to reality which was not that far away.

Slowly K-2003 pulls away, the two clit hoods clinging to each other for a few moments. The two toys panting heavily but neither were the least bit tired. Their bodies glistened in the light as the toy looked up just in time to see the cyan sergal cock disappear within K-2003's sex. Strands of cyan and han purple sexual juices bead and then break from the two sexes as a pool of efforts has formed between them. K-2003 moved back a half a foot as it spread its legs, "You made this mess you better clean it. This one wants your plate entirely cleaned before we finish you."

The toy shivers at the sight, moans at the words and sits up with eagerness. Its tail slides between its leg and hikes up, its sex dripping with its Maker and own juices as it dives into its Maker's sex with a renewed vigor. Eager to drink from the source as it licks across the toy's legs and sex. The toy spends a good deal cleaning up the bed sheets with its forked tongue as it savors each and every drop.

Once satisfied with its toy's efforts K-2003 caresses the toy's head and lifts it up so it's kneeling before it. It moves in and passionately kisses the toy, it's held tilting to one side as it makes the toy's head tilt the other way as their rubbery lips run across the other. The toy feels its Maker's tongue slip into its mouth, its tongue submitting to the invader as it coils around it. K-2003's hand runs through the back of the other toy's head, running its fingers through the han purple rubber hair as it watches its toy close its eyes. The toy shivers happily not noticing that K-2003 seals its sex once again with its clitoral hood before breaking the kiss. Strands of han purple and cyan salvia go between their lips before a single tongue flick from K-2003's mouth breaks them all.

"Time to finish you toy, come," it commands.

"Yes Maker!" the toy responds with eagerness as they slide off of the bed and head back to the pods. The toy's anticipation grew as it got closer. This time it saw the silver phallic pods and bit its lip to hold back a moan. The right pod opened its black rubber interior welcoming it to walk right in and without a word from its Maker it did so.

"Very good toy," K-2003 praises as the toy moans happily.

"Thank you Maker," it replies.

"When you come out your molding will be complete and just a few final touches will be needed before you are ready to serve this one in the store for the foreseeable future."

"That sounds lovely Maker," the toy responds as the pod closes around it. The rubber inflating as it presses around the entire toy. It feels a soft tingle of energy as hears a robotic voice again.

"New hardware detected.... One moment please.... Loaded... toy programming found... corrupted data found... proceeding with house cleaning," the voice said as the toy found itself standing before it's bound human self.

Brandon tensed and squirmed looking up at the toy as the soft rope tied around his naked human form left him helpless. His eyes looked over the toy's form and he couldn't help but moan.

"It is so beautiful," he thinks as he squirms and tries to break free. The rubber tentacles come out again, the thick black ones, and han purple ones. Brandon watches them coming from behind as Brandon squirms as they simply move past the toy. The toy gently runs a rubbered finger across the tentacles as they slide past it and move over to Brandon's bound body. The tentacles wrap and slide around the ropes, squeezing them tighter around his body as they lift his form off of the ground and suspend him like a hog tied pig. His body swings side to side, his exposed form presented before the toy.

The toy smiles as it flicks its tail and approaches its human self, the material that it was molded from, "This one knows you prefer this than that, but toy is not sure what to do. You've grown so weak and frail, unable to break the bonds that bind you to your position. You aren't free like this one," the toy responds as Brandon shivers and looks at the toy even closer as something catches his eye. But at the current distance he can't make out what is on the toy's collar.

"Go ahead toy. Please help yourself and give Brandon a passionate kiss like the ones you've received," says a voice that sounds like K-2003.

The toy looks around but does not see anyone but itself and Brandon. The toy nods, "Yes Toy Mistress, this one's Maker it shall," the toy responded as it moves closer, tugging at the rope and barely manages to break Brandon's mouth free from the bondage. Brandon pants as he lets out a needy moan as he can now see the toy's collar as an engraving. It says V-2303.

V-2303 moves in and kisses Brandon on the lips. Brandon shivers as he feels a rush of pleasure building up within him as his body quakes and shivers in bliss. The rubber tongue sliding into his mouth coiling around his own as his hot breath blows across the toy's muzzle.

Brandon moans deeply into the toy's mouth as he feels his lips rub against the rubbery toy's. V-2303 slides its tongue deep into his mouth entangling his own with it as a warmth and a pressure from within pushes outward. His eyes widen as he feels this beating heat as he can see his human face start to elongate. He looks over at V-2303 but only sees it endlessly passionately kissing his face, eyes closed as it focuses on the bliss of the moment.

His ears shift and steadily elongate as his brown skin starts to darken. With each passing moment his face and soon his body starts to shift and adjust. His soft human skin darkness steadily, slowly as the tight shibari rope tie feels even tighter. His form squeaking against the rope as his breasts slowly start to balloon out. They push outward against the rope which welcomes the growth as if the new addition was needed to complete his bondage.

The length of their lipped kiss grows as V-2303 pushes it even deeper. Brandon's tongue elongating, forking at the end as his eyes darken to a soft glowing han purple. Hair shifting and growing long from the back of his head.

The sensations roll down Brandon's back, his skin crawling with delight as it smooths and shifts into black rubber. Though he himself cannot directly see it, he can see it within his own mind's eye that will not and cannot look away.

His tail bone stiffens as the nub of a tail starts to push through the now rubberized ass of his. Like a snaking pushing out of a thin rubber back, it grows and extends outwards. It twitches and wiggles as the tail fluff grows from the end like leaves sprouting from a tree. The tail grows, thickens, wiggles freely in the air for only a short while before ropes coming from nowhere wrap around it and tug it back towards his neck, arching over his back exposing his rear as a small sign hangs from the tail that states, "pleasure".

What was also stiff was his throbbing human penis. It ached, it dribbled a clear bit of precum, but as it darkened, turning into a han purple fleshy color it burned with absolute delight that caused Brandon's to moan into the toy's mouth, he could feel his vocal chords growing higher and higher as he moaned.

His center of his prideful masculinity was drawn towards his body, retreating from the world as it shifted and almost melted into his body. His balls being drawn into his forming sex like a fisherman quickly reeling in his catch onto his boat. The burning lust of his body shifting from outward to within as the tight vaginal sex is formed. His olva tensing, hardening into a nub before it shoots out brilliantly as his han purple clitoral hood grew from his body. It twitched and wiggled in the new air, unsure how to move and control this new bit of flesh despite being there the entire time with V-2303.

The pleasure continued to build and swell within his body, assaulting his mind, the ropes that were around his length now press beside his sex, rubbing and grinding against it, adding to his delight. At the same time his lengths and feet were under the same transition from unrefined material that is in the shape embodiment of a human into something far greater.

The black shine of the rubber melts through his legs as they grow shapely, defined growing longer like his toes as they spread outward. The sole of his foot elongating as his humanesque features are melting and shifting into of those long glorious sergal feet. His toes curl as he can feel them grow ever longer, slightly more prehensile than his limited human ones. His toenails elongating into han purple tip sergal clawed feet. His body bigger than before felt only more pleasure as V-2303 opened its eyes to see an exact clone of itself hanging from the ropes. Brandon looks into the toy's similar color eyes, his mind pleading and begging... for more. He can feel both sides so splendidly so wonderfully that in that moment as the kiss reached the peak he exploded, somewhat figuratively and literally.

Brandon's human form turns into hundreds of silver golf ball sized spheres that tumble to the ground with a clatter and spread out to the nearby area. V-2303 takes a step back in confusion at first. It picks up one of the spheres and it feels a rush, it sees the world from Brandon's point of view, he is standing nervously as he is about to ask a girl out to his high school prom. His heart races, his knees shaking as he swallows hard as he works up the nerve to ask her, the fear or rejection the sense his life could be utterly ruined if she said no in the back of his mind.

V-2303 is pulled back as it sees his memory now within the sphere, playing like a movie screen. All the spheres are playing scenes and as V-2303 runs the sphere in its rubber claws a machine appears across the way. It shows two baskets. One says "Keep" the other says "Discard"

"Choose wisely toy. You may keep only one memory of your time before becoming a toy. You will remember that memory, your entire molding process but nothing else. It is up to you to decide which memory to keep and cherish," the voice explains in a sweet and soft voice.

"This one understands," it responds as it started to go through the memories, some were easy to decide and just toss away. Others were giving V-2303 some trouble. Slowly these spheres disappeared and the ones that remained were still difficult to discern. V-2303 knew and valued the importance of these memories and as it ran through its fingers it watched the memories. V-2303 smiles at them before biting its lip. It hummed and hollered to itself as it put all but one into the one basket which swallowed those memories whole. The other V-2303 watched for another moment longer. It filled the toy with a bit of everything, joy, sorrow, happiness, love, it was a moment to be cherished above all the others and so it was. It placed it in the other basket. Which enveloped and protected the memory.

"Good Toy," says K-2003 as the pod opens up knocking the toy back to reality, "How do you feel V-2303?" inquires K-2003.

V2303 shivers as it looks at its Toy Mistress, its Maker. Its mind feeling so clear focused, so opened. Its mind recollects its past month and it's one cherished memory as it smiles, "This one feels wonderful Maker."

K-2003 smiles wide and licks the toy's snout tip. "That is what this one wanted to hear. Come we have to finish your design and add some last features."

"What kind of features Maker?"

"Ones this one knows you will love," K-2003 replies as it leads V-2303 out of the room, past its Maker's bedroom and into the hallway. K-2003 turns to the end of the hallway wall and with a push and a slide reveals an elevator panel which calls a secret elevator.

V-2303 eyes go wide with soft han purple growing excitement, "This one did not know this was here."

"There are many things you don't know, but that is the fun of experiencing the word around you. You get to discover, learn and grow," K-2003 responds as the elevator doors open and they step inside. K-2003 hits floor B-1, one of a few options there. The elevator dings once it reaches the floor and here the toy sees vats of rubber, latex, molding equipment. Some of the vats of rubber appear to be under the play rooms up above but V-2303 spends more time focused on its Maker than the world around it. Toy was curious but Maker is more important than its curiosity.

"Here we are," K-2003 sys as it opens a door and steps inside with V-2303 follows as it sees computers in a corner of the room and a rubber conveyor belt that leads towards all sorts of machines that line up on either side of the belt.

"Please stand at the end of the belt and it will begin shortly," K-2003 asks.

"Yes Maker," V-2303 says happily as it squeaks itself over to the belt and stands there. As it waits there it looks over it shoulder at K-2003's raised rump. The tail sways side with glee, it's black shiny ass reflecting the lights above as it types into the computers.

"There we go," K-2003 remarks itself as it hits enter. The belt moves forward as V-2303 as it looks forward. Machines grab and hold its body slightly spread, using the rings on its cuffs and collar to stabilizing the toy. Silver nozzle machines with clear tubes attached move towards the toy. They focus only on the toy's left side as the tubes are filled with a light purple lavender colored rubber as the varying sizes of nozzles press and start to melt K-V2303's outer layer of rubber. The sensation is almost painful but yet still pleasurable as the rubber grooves are just as quickly filled with the lavender rubber. They work as they quickly form swirling, exotic looking tattoos along the toy's left side. Excess rubber is wiped away as the tattoos become perfectly flush with the toy's body. V-2303 would move and moan if the bondage around it didn't keep it in place. It waited as it was worked on, a cool breeze blowing across its form once it was done, making sure it was all cooled before moving to the next area. The toy moved forward the arms holding it in place moving along with it as it stopped. Two han purple rubber handles came from the sides. The ends were heated and then placed into V-2303's hips. The handles dig into the toy's rubber flesh with explosively pleasurable results. The extra rubber is rubbed away as the handles cool into its body. The toy moans as it feels the handles are rubbed and teased, and with each rub by the machines the sensation from the handles grow and grow. Within minutes it felt almost as good as someone running a finger across its clitoral hood.

The machines then release V-2303 as it moves forward past other machines which remain idle. Eventually it reaches the end where K-2003 stands with a smile and a bouncy squeak. Beside it is a small wheeled tray with sparkling platinum items on it.

"This last part it wanted to do to you personally. It thought you deserved it for your hard work becoming such a well molded toy," K-2003 says as V-2303 shivers.

"Thank you Toy Mistress," it responds as it feels the cool air rush across its new handles, gently teasing it as it moved. Once stopped in front of K-2003 the toy Maker pinched V-2303's nipple and ran a warm nipple through the nipple. The toy tensed at the piercing but moaned at the pleasure as it was made. K-2003 adds a platinum ring which locks into place, the latch disappearing within the toy's rubbery flesh which seems to seal around it. The process is repeated with the other nipple as the cool metal gently warms against its body.

"Tongue out toy," commands K-2003 as it responds happily sliding out is han purple colored tongue. K-2003 gently pinches and pierces the tongue before putting in a platinum stud in the hole made. V-2303 shivers in delight at the sensation. The tongue sliding back into its maw as it tastes the sweet metal and feel it wiggling with its tongue.

"Users are going to love that," it thinks.

"Kneel toy," commands K-2003 after it gently rubbed V-2303's muzzle.

"Yes Maker," V-2303 responds obediently as it kneels before the black and cyan toy. It looks at its Maker's closed off cyan sex as it feels the warm pinch of piercings along its ear. The toy's eyes look up as K-2003 works. The black rubber breasts of its maker hang up above as, it feels one piercing, then a second, finally a third on one ear. It catches a glimpse of a platinum chain with three earrings attached to it. V-2303 feels the rings slide into place as the chain hangs from the three spots like garland hanging over a fireplace. The process then repeated with the other ear.

"There we go V-2303 you are now complete, will you like to see yourself?"

"Yes Maker this one would," it responds with a happy squeak as it stands back up. K-2003 leads it over to a nearby full bodies mirror as the completed toy looks over its form. The western style sergal toy, a few inches shorter than its Maker. Slender but not as lithe as its maker, its black rubber a shade blacker than its owner, as its long flowing hair and tail fluff are of a brilliant han purple color. Along its left side are lavender colored tribal tattoos that glow softly much like its cuffs with their glowing han purple lettering of "Fuck Toy". The cuffs are black with han purple lining. Its flesh such as its lips, tongue, eyes and nipples are all han purple in color. It looks straight into the mirror to catch its softly glowing eyes, similar to that of its Maker.

K-2003 reaches around and grabs and squeezes V-2303's handles causing it to moan softly revealing its platinum stud tongue piercings. Its triple platinum earring piercing jingles as its ears twitch as K-2003 licks across the toy's ear. V-2303 shivers as its breasts push forward as it arches its back as it feels the pressure of its Toy Mistress' back press against it, K-2003's move truly shows off the platinum ring piercings that go through the center of the nipple and outline the base of the purple nipple. The rings just big enough to let a fat finger through and to tug the at the toy but not much bigger than that.

K-2003 squeezes the handles for a moment longer before releasing them and grabbing the toy's breasts once last time. K-2003's fingers play with the pierced nipples, running them through its fingers as V-2303 moans out blissfully.

"You will be a in store toy for now, not to be sold but to be used, teased and help this one work the store. You think you are up for that?" K-2003 inquires.

"Yes Toy Mistress this one is," V-2303 moans deeply and leans against its Maker. "Do you prefer Toy Mistress or Maker?"

"This one doesn't mind either, though it thinks users find Toy Mistress better to be heard in public, it's more arousing for them therefore better."

"Yes Maker this one understands," V-2303 responds as K-2003 nuzzles the toy from behind.

"Good toy, come you have your job to do today and for a special benefit, this one will be with you for the first hour."

"Really? But this thought it didn't need to be watched to do its job, not that this one minds working with you, it loves the idea," V-2303 replies as they head back to the elevator.

"Of course you don't need another toy to watch over you. You aren't going to be watched over but worked with, you will work with this one and a different toy every hour during open hours for the next month. This one wants to show off its newest creation," K-2003 explains as V-2303 shivers in delight.

"Yes Maker, thank you Maker," it responds as they walk out of the "Toy Testing Rooms" hallway. The store was closed but with a quick glance of the time V-2303 knew the store was to be opening in just a minute. Toys lined up to be ready to greet and help customers. A toy in molding was busy cleaning the windows to get that ready. In the center though was something new. A large, raised pedestal about one foot tall about four feet by four feet in size.

"Up," K-2003 commands as it smacks V-2303's rump who moans happily.

"Yes Toy Mistress," it responds as it stands up, customers lined outside of the doors as it was a few minutes till opening. K-2003 gets up behind it as it forces the toy's legs to spread with its feet as a guide. K-2003's breasts press onto V-2303's back as its rubbery warms wrap around its body, pressing its breasts together and up slightly as the rubber arms moved past. Its cyan claw tips trail against its rubber flesh towards its sex as it uses two fingers to spread its han purple sergal flesh, before sliding its middle finger into the toy's body with a wet squelching squeak. K-2003 slowly fingers it's toy as it starts to drip, the juices down the sides of its legs. Its clitoral hood pinched and teased with its Maker's other hand.

"You are going to be the displayed teaser this month, Happy June," K-2003 says as it licks across V-2303's ear running its cyan tongue across the piercings as soft purple satin ribbon rolls down from the ceiling.

"Toy Mistress... what are you planning?" V-2303 asks as it looks over at the ribbon. K-2003 smiles as it pulls out a red ball gag with the same-colored satin ribbon and slides it over its mouth. V-2303 shivers as it bites down playfully on the ball as it's tied around its head.

K-2003 grabs the ribbon and moves it behind V-2303 and starts to wrap it around the toy's arms, binding them together with interwoven design finished in a wonderful big bow at the wrists that were tied in such a way that the toy was helpless to try to undo.

More ribbon wraps around V-2303's body across and under its breasts lifting them up slightly as it rings around its waist, round its legs meet its thigh, the pressure spreading its sex slightly further exposing the han purple rubber flesh to the awaiting and building crowd of customers outside. The ribbon continues around its tail lifting it up slightly before that ends in a big bow. A separate ribbon straps around the toy's left leg and another for the right, they slide across the thigh and down to the feet tying up into two big bows before the ribbons move up and tighten lifting V-2303 off its feet, spreading its legs towards the crowd as it dangles over the pedestal.

K-2003 walks in front of its toy and pulls out one last matching ribbon and ties to a small ring on the ball gag to its nipple piercings in one tied up bow with the ribbon. Lifting the platinum rings in the process as they tug on the toy's breasts. The toy lets out a soft moan as K-2003 slides behind the dangling toy, moving its arms around its body, trailing along its exposed rubbery form as its fingers trail and tease along its clit hood and open sex just as the doors open. Toy's start to greet customers as some of them completely ignore that and focus on the show before them. In front of the display says.

"New from Toys-4-U! Here by popular demand, our first Western sergal design. Model V-2303. Pre Order slips available at the counter or online. If you are enjoying the show please show your appreciate, tip, like, subscribe to Toys-4-U website."

Cameras nearby focused on the display show the teasing from several angles as the show is broadcasted online on the Toys-4-U website. V-2303 moans happily its pierced tongue sliding out as it shows off its new body and the debut of its model to the world.