The Wolf
#3 of Tales of the Lower Levels
A bright light struck Tomas's blurry eyes as he slowly regained consciousness. He groaned loudly from the ache in his head, having no idea what he must have been drinking the night before to feel like this. A cold draft from above made him shiver, reflexively trying to cover himself only to hear a metal clanking from a shackle holding his arm down. It took him a moment to process this, not just that he was nude for some reason, but that he seemed to be tied down as well. Beginning to panic, he pulled hard with each of his other limbs, finding each of them secured in the same way.
Tomas tried to lift his head only to be stopped by a choking force around his neck. His collar seemed to be secured as well.
Wait, his collar? Memories began to flood back. He was walking down an alley one night, then... something happened... and he woke up hanging on a wall in a dungeon somewhere. A lizard of some sort next to him was shocked hard by a collar... The same kind of collar a white cat locked locked around his neck before dragging him off to wherever here was. Before he had a chance to fight back he was given an injection causing his world fell away, and that's where his memory stopped.
The wolf was able to move his head just enough to check out his surroundings. Unlike his previous locale, the room he was in now felt almost like it belonged in a hospital. Fluorescent lights in the ceiling, light blue walls, and no windows it seemed. From what he could tell, instead of a hospital bed, he was on a cold metallic platform about the same size as his body from his shoulders to his ass. A set of thin metal arms extended from the base, connecting to shackles around his wrists and ankles. There was a headrest to which his collar was attached propping his head up. Off to his side he could see... could see a... a tray with medical equipment. A few syringes were lined up against the edge, but there was a whole lot more that he neither recognized, nor wanted to recognize. Really, he would have screamed if not for the fact that he discovered his muzzle had been bound shut tight.
The thin mechanical arms holding his limbs looked pretty flimsy, they had to be breakable. He had to try at least. Try something to get out of this madhouse. Tomas wasn't going to stick around to find out what plans they had for him. After repeatedly trying to jerk his legs up to his body he felt like he was beginning to make some progress in breaking one of his leg restraints, but was stopped by the sound of a door sliding open.
In stepped the cat from before, still wearing the same blue uniform. Tomas's ears dropped as he whimpered though his muzzle, terrified by what the smaller creature had planned.
"Oh, glad to see you're awake! It didn't feel right to get started without explaining your new job. First, I'm Del, I'll be getting you geared up."
Tomas's eyebrows rose. New job? Geared up? What the hell was the cat talking about?
"I'm sure you're wondering what I mean. Well, the short answer is you're going to be prepped for use as a milk slave and sent to the farm for production."
Tomas had no idea how to react, nothing the cat said made any sense. The farm? Milk slave? What the fuck was he talking about? He visibly furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the happy feline.
"The syringes here have a powerful hormone cocktail that'll grow your flat little chest into full, heavy, milkable breasts after a few treatments. I'll be hooking up your new equipment now, and once you're ready you'll be permanently sealed into a cage for production. That's about it, really."
They were planning to MILK HIM? He's a DUDE! Tomas slammed his leg against his restraint repeatedly, praying that he was right about feeling it start to break.
Del sighed and pressed a button on a remote hanging from his belt, using the wolf's collar to shock him into submission. "There's no reason to fight, you know. You can't stop it. Just let me do what I need to do and we'll get through it all a bit faster."
A bit of smoke went up from the wolf's neck as he held still, too dazed to react.
"Well, since you're intent on breaking the machines, let's get you secured, alright?" A few clicks on the cat's remote made the mechanical arms change position, bending the wolf's limbs at the elbows and knees. A few more arms came down holding splotchy, black and white, cone shaped latex sleeves with rings through their tips. Each sleeve was pulled up a bent limb and released, snapping tightly around them. A quick burst of a red, heated light tightened the sleeves, keeping each snugly and securely applied.
Tomas recovered from his daze only to find that he could no longer extend his limbs. The shackles around his wrists and ankles were released, no longer necessary, and he tried to roll off the platform.
"I wouldn't do that, you know. You're still attached by the collar around your neck so it wouldn't end well." The wolf stayed still with another whimper.
The metallic sound of medical gear clinking on the tray worried Tomas, but he just chose not to look. Whatever was about to happen, well, the less he knew, the better. He could hear the cat grab something then walk around to his front. His eyes opened when he felt a gloved hand grab his balls and a cold metal cylinder slide into his sheath. With a click, a small silver cage was locked onto his crotch, held in place by a ring around his balls.
"Once you're done the treatment the cage will be mostly ornamental, but it does look nice, doesn't it?"
Tomas shivered at the cold metal now in and around his sheath, not sure how to react anymore. While he stared down at the shiny device trapping him, the cat grabbed a pair of box shaped objects from a nearby shelf and placed them on the ground. They looked similar to each other, both with large tubes attached, one ending with a cone shaped hollow plug, the other with a hollow sphere. A glob of lube was spread on the plug before it was firmly pressed against the wolf's exposed tailhole. Tomas winced, never having anything in there before, not liking the feeling of being spread by the wide plug making its way inside. He groaned loudly as the base popped in, letting his tailhole shrink once again behind it. The worst thing of all was the pressure on his prostate making his cock swell in its prison, earning multiple frustrated howls through the muzzle as he felt the cage get tighter and tighter. What made it even worse still was the handling from the cat as a smaller tube was attached to the tip of his cage and connected to the same box on the ground.
Through the wolf's agonized howls, the cat spoke in an ambivalent manner. "That device will obliterate any waste while the other one will handle feeding."
The howling was suddenly far louder as the cat released his muzzle. Before he had a chance to beg or swear, or maybe both, the hollow sphere of the feeder was shoved into the back of his mouth and locked behind his head.
"Alright, nice work, we're almost done." The frustrated wolf responded with a look of pure rage which changed to startled as a new set of arms came down, each grabbing a ring at the end of one of his bound limbs. His collar was released from the headrest, and he was lifted off the platform and moved until belly down, suspended off the ground.
Del deftly applied a harness around the wolf's chest making sure his nipples were exposed, then bound his tail along his spine. After grabbing one of the syringes he removed the cap and jabbed the needle into the wolf's right nipple. Another pained, though muffled howl echoed throughout the room while the plunger was pressed down, injecting the full treatment into what would soon be his right breast. The process was repeated for the left side, prompting another dull cry from the wolf.
"That's it for now. The stuff works pretty fast, I'll come back every few hours to give you a your next dose. Before you know it you'll have a pair of lovely, dripping set of milk jugs, and your boy parts will shrink into almost nothing. Until then, I have a nice hormone boosted meal for you to help things along." The cat tapped a few buttons on the device connected to his mouth and a pulpy mush was pumped in through the tube. He reacted in disgust at the taste, before quietly sobbing from the cat's explanation. With the sound of a door opening and closing Tomas was left dangling, alone in his misery.
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24 hours had passed when Tomas was woken by the door opening for the 6th... or wasn't seventh time? The cat silently approached and used a tape to take measurements of the wolf's new breasts, determining the weight and size of the now B-cup chest lumps and scribbling down some notes. The nipples had gotten much longer as his chest grew, almost starting to resemble the teats of a feral cow, though they weren't quite producing anything yet. The wolf shuddered at the groping touches, but wasn't able to do much beyond that.
Once he finished with his chest, the cat checked the wolf's genitals as well, which appeared to have shrunken down even further. He adjusted a dial on the base of his cock cage, tightening the ring and cage until the wolf started to weakly protest, locking it at its new size. After making a few final notes, the cat gave him a fresh injection in each nipple before hitting the button to begin another feeding. With the sound of the door opening and closing, he was left the dark once more.
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After another 24 hours, the wolf looked ready to ship off to the farm. His breasts had expanded to look almost like beach balls capped with three inch long teats, dripping milk almost constantly. While the cat took his measurements, he squeezed one breast a bit too much, sending a stream of milk straight onto his shoe.
Del grumbled while wiping himself clean before going to check the wolf's rear. His balls were now more like marbles tightly clinging to his body, barely heavy enough to dangle below. The cat made one last tightening adjustment to the cock cage before stepping back, nodding, and grabbing a milking device, a small box with two suction cup tipped hoses sticking out of the top and one tube for drainage out the bottom. The two suction cups were attached to each nipple and given a slight tug to make sure they were on tight. The cat then left for a moment, coming back while wheeling in a massive wire cage. Using his remote, the cat made the mechanical arms lift and lower the wolf through a hole in the top, an additional few carrying the loose devices in after him.
Each device was secured to its proper spot, while the rings on his limbs were attached to the top of the cage. A thick metal sheet was welded over the hole in the top, trapping him inside for good, while additional rings were added to back of his harness and hung from the top of the cage for stability. Lastly, the milker's drainage hose was pulled out through the front bars for easy access.
A test tube was placed at the tip of the hose as the cat pressed a button on the milker making it hum to life, sucking hard on his nipples. A heavy flow of milk headed down the tubes as the wolf convulsed in some form of barely achieved pleasure. He humped weakly at the air as much as he was able, almost disappointed when the relatively nice feeling ceased. Del picked up the now full test tube and took a swig, swishing it around in his mouth before drinking the rest in one gulp.
"Oh, excellent. Best batch I've ever tried, excellent, excellent work." The wolf just gave a quiet, defeated groan in response.
Having finished his latest job, the cat stretched his back out getting a slight crack for his effort. He made a note to contact the farm to schedule delivery before crossing the wolf from his to do list. Before leaving the wolf for the last time he turned back with a smile.
"It was nice working with you, enjoy the new career!" was happily shouted as he stepped out, leaving the wolf back in the familiar darkness