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Toy Specialization: Field Work

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“Toy is a fuck toy,” the sweet soothing words, helping Keita prepare himself over the next eight hours, to reenergize himself to tackle on the next day. Through the final week of service, he will find himself providing a much different service, one he didn’t expect…

The mold hisses, the air rushing back into it, the freshness of the cool air against Keita’s body is like the sound and smell of opening up a can of coffee in the morning, it simply instantly gets you reinvigorated to tackle the day.

The mold pulls away from his smooth chest, his cock twitches, a soft moan his lips, feeling his knot tugged at ever so slightly, a wonderful tease each morning, “Morning Maker,” Keita mews.

Morning toy! How are you today?” K-2003 asks gently rubbing Keita’s cock head with its claws, its body squeaking ever so softly, tail hiked, rump swaying, eager to see its completing toy get going once more.

“This one is feeling great. Today is a new set of duties for this one?” Keita purrs softly, stepping out of the mold with a soft squeaky schlunk.

“Yup, yup! There are many duties that a toy provides, and this one is a bit different and out of the store. So, this is a big step for you,” K-2003 says with an affirmative nod.

“Out of the store?” Keita mews curiously.

“Yes! Come, come! Follow this one!” it says far gone the days of needing to hold onto Keita’s cock to guide him. Now he simply follows his Maker without question, doing what he is told, like the lovely obedient toy that he has become.

Heading in the opposite direction from every time previously they move further back from the toy molding rooms, going through one secured door that says, “Emergency exit.”

“Should we go through that door Maker? The alarm might go off.”

“Oh, its fine, this one runs the place, it can break the rules a bit, and besides it’s faster to go this way,” K-2003 says with a nod, pushing through the door, the alarm blaring for a moment before K-2003 taps a few hidden buttons to shut off the alarm seconds later, “There we go,” it says happily, guiding Keita through two more doors, each with their own alarms the final one leading them outside to the back of the store, a small hidden parking lot for employees, though only six cars are there at the moment, the rest is vacant.

The warm sun hits their skin. Their sleek rubbery bodies shine in the light, for the first time in weeks, Keita feels the sun against his skin. It feels so similar yet strange at the same time, it's warm yet the reflection of his skin makes the sun’s rays feel less potent. His body shines in the wonderful sunlight. His feet feel the soft gravel of the parking lot against his feet, far different from the smooth simple ground he’s been standing on, the sensation reminding him of just how bare foot he’s been all this time.

“Where are we going Maker?” Keita asks curiously, walking off of the parking lot onto a dirt path further behind the store. Deeper and deeper they went, the birds chirping, a cool breeze blowing across their rubber hides, making Keita’s cock twitch in delight. The sensation of dirt sticking to the bottom of his rubber feet, all a new feeling to him, like he’s never before been outside.

“We are going to a car recycling shop that is behind this one’s store. It’s always been there, and this one has an agreement with them. Toy sends some toy prototypes to help them out from time to time, while they do work, and they help recycle some of the abandoned cars that are in toy’s parking lot. It would be bad if a bunch of empty cars are just left to rust in the parking lot, dying customers a place to park,” K-2003 explains.

“Oh, this one understands Maker. That does sound nice, and it's behind the store? This is another Toys-4-U operation?”

“No, no, this one is doesn’t run it, it's a business agreement this one has with them. They are rather friendly birds. Though this one had to have a talk with the one running the place, as they like to test toy’s products before assigning them to a group, but this one knows you’d not be right for that.”

“Oh, Maker?” Keita mews.

“They are a hermaphrodite raven-panther gryphon. They are very well endowed with a lovely knot, something this one thinks you’d love but they have female parts, and you haven’t been trained at all in that.”

Keita’s tail sways a bit faster, flicking side to side, “Yes Maker. Thank you, Maker, for taking such considerations with this one.”

“This one likes to take good care of its toys, it helps make fine toys especially if they are well taken care of,” K-2003 says with a nod eventually reaching a gated business that has signs that say “Private Property Keep out.” as well as “Beware of Dogs.” They move past the partially rusted gate that is barely open enough for them to move through one by one. Chop shops make up the grounds, with people moving about their day, some taking a glance at what would be normally an odd sight of two toys walking in broad daylight in such a place, but many don’t even give more than a passing glance. The smell of oil, rubber, gasoline lingers in the air, the sound of metal machinery and welding is heard coming from the buildings.

“Maker, are you sure this is a car recycle facility?” Keita asks with a curious mew, looking at the tough looking people around it, “This place doesn’t give that feel.”

K-2003 smiles warmly at Keita, “Nonsense! They take cars that no one wants and sell the parts so they can be used again! Then sell the metal and other bits. Recycling!” K-2003 says with a rump wiggle and a nod, guiding the toy all the way over to a portable office.

K-2003 bursts in, “Hello!”

A blackish purple feathered gryphon jumps at the sudden intrusion, feathers rising up, “I told everyone not to-- oh it's you,” she states, the busty gryphon sits at her desk looking over a bunch of papers.

“Yes! Toy is this one. And it has brought the toy this one discussed with you the other day, Dasjina.”

Dasjina shoots the two toys with a hawkish stare with her brown piercing eyes, her black claws tap on the desk, “This is the one that has that special need you told me about?”

K-2003 nods, “Yup! This one knows you like to give this one’s products a quick test before sending them off, but this will be a special exception.”

Dasjina lets out a huff, “Yes, we did come to that agreement, and I keep to my agreements, and you did already make it up to me,” she chuckles, “I know exactly where to put the toy.”

K-2003 wiggles its rump excitingly, hiking it slightly, “Wonderful! This one is so glad to hear it,” it pivots on its foot, turning to face Keita, “Be a good toy and listen to them.”

Keita lets out a soft unsure mew, his throat purring loudly at this uncertainty, “Yes Toy Mistress. This one will do its very best,” Keita replies with a similar squeaky rump hiked lewd bow.

Gently petting Keita’s head with a soft squeak, “This one knows you will, good luck, and make this one proud,” K-2003 says walking off, leaving Keita to the domineering avian.

Keita turns to face Dasjina, ears folded back, tail swishing quickly, he looks to the large busty gryphon behind the desk. She continues to give that hawkish look, saying nothing, only the sound of her claws tapping on the desk, filling the room, “There is a map over there that gives you a lay out of the place. Study it, learn it, you are going to building E. Tell the one in charge, his name is Debin that you will be there to provide them assistance for the week. When you come back each day, head there. Got it?”

Keita feels her domineering controlling voice, the prowess spoken in her words, “Yes, this one understands Miss Dasjina,” Keita replies, heading out of the office, making his way to the building. The moment he enters he hears a voice squawking, “They give us this clunker to take apart? I swear my cousin hates me,” he grumps.

Another voice speaks up, “She doesn’t hate you. She’s just envious of what you have packing that’s all,” he snickers.

“I can attest to that. I’ve seen both of you,” says a like voice.

Keita steps into view seeing an anthropomorphic tropical hippogryphon with dazzling greens, oranges, and blue feathers, black haired equine legs, his wings folded behind him while he gives an evil eye look to two anthropomorphic Doberman twins.

The two twins dressed in dirtied oiled khakis and jeans, the gryphon in a similar attire. Beside them is a car that Keita knows all too well, his car. The trio talk for a moment before Keita clears his throat with a soft squeak, “Sorry, excuse me. This one hates to interrupt but this one was sent here by Dasjina to give you some help?” he mews.

The conversation stops dead in its tracks the three turn heads to look right at Keita, the hippogryphon tilts his head, “Why I’ll be damned, she finally got off her lazy feathered ass and gave us one of them fancy toys. There has to be a catch…” he grumps.

The first Doberman chuckles, patting the hippogryphon the back, “Don’t be like that Debin. Be happy we got a cute toy to help us and help relieve our stress on our breaks,” he says with a grin.

“Terry, you always know what to say to cheer me up.”

“I’m Berry, he’s Terry,” Terry says pointing to Berry.

Debin lets out a huff, “I fell for that once, never again.”

“Damn,” Terry remarks, snapping his fingers.

Berry pats Terry on the back, “Don’t worry. We’ll get him again someday.”

Debin shrugs off the conversation, the buff hippogryphon, his pants bulging, hoofs clopping on the cold concrete floor, approaching Keita, “You know anything about cars?”

“Are you asking a fuck toy about cars?” asks Berry.

“A toy is good for one thing and that’s fucking,” remarks Terry giving a few grunts accompanied by some hip thrusts.

“From what I hear, some of the toys know something about cars. I don’t know why, or why they insist on sending toys to us for the whole day instead of just breaks, as if they are going to need to learn anything about cars,” he says, turning his attention back to Keita.

“This one knows that you can drive them, and this one can do that. And that you need to fill them with gas and every so often get an oil change or that’s bad for the engine.”

Debin lets out a huff, “And for a moment I thought my cousin liked me. All part of the family business, pah,” he squawks.

Keita’s ears go flat, “This one apologies that its skills set isn’t up to what you were hoping for. But this one will do everything it can to be of assistance,” it replies with a cordial bow.

“I’m sure you’ll be plenty of assistance, but not right now. I don’t have time to train some fuck toy how to break down a car,” he says with a sigh, “Just stand off to the side, and watch or something. We’ll call you if we need you,” Debin says, turning around, flicking his wings out slightly before heading back to Keita’s car.

“As you wish,” Keita mews, following Debin onto the main part of the chop shop.

“You wouldn’t know how to fix a car lift would you?” Berry asks.

Keita shakes its head, “Sorry, this one doesn’t.”

“I figured it wouldn’t, so I didn’t bother asking,” Debin comments, grabbing a hand car jack, “Make yourself useful and help us rise this junker,” he commands.

“Yes sir!” Keita replies, the four of them taking a spot to work to jack the car up together.

“Now stand someplace out of the way while I take a look at what I am working with. If I don’t find something worth salvaging from this, Dasjina will have my feathered hide,” he states laying on his back on a roll board, slipping himself under the car. Keita quietly stands by the front of the car, simply waiting.

“He seems a bit frustrated today,” remarks Terry.

“It’s probably because Carl is sick with the flu all week and it's putting us behind the other shops,” Berry replies.

“I can hear you two talking. If you can talk you can work,” he squawks.

“We’re working, don’t worry,” Terry replies, rolling his eyes, looking at Keita with a smirk. He and Berry then do a series of hand motions that indicate that both of them together, fuck the cat later.

Berry winks and nods in agreement. Keita stands there, doing nothing, feeling a little useless but then the sound of creaking metal catches Keita’s attention, “This one’s car is old… wait that could be,” he thinks, one of the support beams in the car breaks under the car’s weight, the jack flying out from under the car, the back hit the ground with a thud.

“Debin!” yell the twins in unison, standing in fear of what just happened.

“We need to get help,” says Terry.

“No, we should grab a jack and jack the car back up off of him,” says Berry.

“Why don’t you two stop arguing and slide me out from under the car, I’m only lightly pinned!” Debin squawks.

Keita hands under the front of the car, holds the end up just high enough to keep the full weight of the car from pressing down onto him. “This one would recommend you hurry. This one isn’t sure how long it can handle this,” Keita says with a soft mew, his rubbery hands providing extra grip on the car, while his body strains under the car’s weight.

“Yes, yes of course!” yells Berry, the twins rushing to help Debin out from under the car.

While this is happening Keita, stares amazed at his own strength. He feels himself straining against the car’s weight, but it's nothing he feels he can’t handle for a while without any serious damage to himself. “How is this possible? This one was never so strong before. This one always felt weak and helpless to customers and Maker. But this one isn’t. Toy should talk to Maker,” he thinks when Debin, still looking over himself, approaches Keita.

“Your cat-like reflexes saved me from being seriously injured. Put that car down so I can properly thank you.”

“Right, right,” Keita replies, slowly putting the front of the car back down, “This one considers it important to keep the safety and health of users in mind at all times. This one is pleased to be of service.”

Debin chuckles, looking over the toy, “Don’t I know it. Thank you for what you did. I will let the company know of it. But now, after that got my blood pumping, I need to blow some steam. I’m sure you two can handle the car by yourselves for a little bit. I know you’d understand.”

“Yes Debin, whatever you say,” Says Terry.

“If I was in your spot, I’d do the same.”

Debin gives the two Dobermans a look, “Don’t worry, come break time I’ll give you plenty of time to try it out. Before then, I’ll try not to break it till then.”

“Alright!” the twins say giving themselves a high-five, while Debin motions for Keita to follow him.

“Coming Sir,” Keita mews, his throat still purring from the unease of the whole situation. The realization of just how strong he is made him feel even more nervous. “Just how strong is this one? And why?” Keita thinks following Debin into a side room where there is a restroom, couch, and a small kitchen with a mini refrigerator.

“On the couch toy,” Debin states, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his strong feathered chest, tossing his oiled and dirtied shirt off to the side.

“Yes Sir!” Keita mews getting onto the worn couch, laying across it sensually, “Like this?” it asks, “This one feels so much better when it's simply servicing. Though this place, this one really thinks it's not what Maker thinks it is,” Keita thinks.

Debin unzips his pants, his heavy set of black furred balls slipping out, dangling free from their confines, the thick donut sheath that houses his cock, just starting to peak out, an ebony member, the flare head flares slightly, while he kicks his pants off to the side, “Ass up toy. You saved me from being wrecked, so I shall return the favor by wrecking you,” he chuckles.

Keita mews softly, his butt tightly clenching at Debin’s words, “Yes sir, as you wish,” he lets out a soft lustful moan, kneeling on the couch, lifting his butt and tail in the air, looking over his shoulder as the thick cock slips out of his sheath.

With each beat of his heart, the equine’s cock slips out further, and further, hardening, covered in internal equine juices. The flat cock twitches, the head flaring out, beads of pre-cum dribble out of the massive cum-hole. A proud example of the hippogryphon’s equine nature.

Keita pants and mews softly, seeing the thick aching member grow bigger and bigger, three inches, six inches, nine, a whole foot, and more coming still. Debin’s medial ring showing, the “halfway” point of the ever-extending cock which lands on Keita’s back with a hard wet smack.

The toy moans out, hiking its butt more, watching the cock run up along his spine, a good two feet of seemingly endless thick throbbing flesh, that could wreck anyone that he could take, “This one has never taken something so big before,” he purrs, his body shivering feeling the length grind up along his spine, along the small of his back, squeaking softly.

The thick wet cock, smearing along the toy’s backside. Debin chuckles, “I’m glad to be the first. I know Terry and Berry will be fighting who will be taking your sweet mouth because when I am done with your ass, it will be a miracle if anyone will think you’re tight but me,” he chirps, giving Keita a moment to imagine just how deep that cock will go into him.

“This one isn’t so sure. Maker makes toys like this one with top notch quality material. That is how the best toys are made,” Keita replies.

“Quality material has nothing against my goliath,” he grinds a bit harder, the toy’s body squeaking loudly. Debin’s hooves clip clop on the ground, adjusting himself behind Keita, tightly grabbing his hips with his avian claws.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see who will win out my cock or your top-quality material?” he says slowly pulling back. Keita feels a cooling sensation from where his cock was, the length pulling farther and farther back, making the toy physically realize how big the hippogryphon’s cock is before it is even in him.

“He’s such a wonderful tease,” Keita thinks, watching the cock head twitch and flare, a bit of pre cum spurts on Keita’s tail base, the goopy equine pre-cum dribbles around Keita’s tail base, slipping down between his butt cheeks, where Debin lines himself with Keita’s hole.

“If I break you, I’m not suddenly going to be charged, am I?” Debin asks, his flat head pushing past Keita’s rubbery cheeks with a loud squeak, the cum hole spurting more pre-cum right onto Kieta’s pucker with expert precision, soaking it in the juices, making it nice and lubed up for him to ram on through.

“This one doesn’t think so. It hasn’t seen ‘any you break it, you bought it,’ policies at the store,” Keita replies, looking up at Debin, into those hawkish eyes.

If the gryphon could smirk, he would be doing it right now, “Perfect,” he says pressing his cock head against Keita’s tight rump.

Keita feels the flat cock head flaring around his ass cheeks, another spurt of pre-cum right onto his hole, the massive member pressing harder. Keita lets out a moan, arms and legs spreading outward, hands grasping onto the couch, hiking his butt higher, while being spread wider and wider.

Already Keita feels himself spread wider than any knot he has thus far taken. His rubber stretching outward, forced to take the width around Debin’s aching, throbbing member with a force unknown to Keita and it all feels… marvelous. There is no pain, not discomfort for being stretched wider than he has ever had before. It’s a unique sensation there is suddenly “more” around his ass to feel, more pressing around his pucker, the tightness is beyond anything he’s had before. Yet still not to the point that it would cause harm to Debin who’s cock head finally pops into his body, the length slipping in, making the sound of a wet hand running across a balloon.

“Fuck you are tight,” Debin grunts, his balls swaying, the momentum of their sway felt through his cock and in Keita’s body.

“Thank you Sir, this one prides itself in being of service,” it moans out, squeezing on the length, adding to Debin’s pleasure while his insides are pushed and shoved out of the way to make room for the cock that is tunneling into his rubbery body.

Keita’s prostate is beyond crushed, his hot button smashed to pieces, the pleasure surging through him, his cock constantly dribbling pre-cum, and Debin is only a third of the way in. The deeper Debin pushes the higher Keita feels the surge of delight of taking just so massive a cock, and it wasn’t over.

Debin grunts, his hands tightly grip Keita’s hips, his hooves clop on the ground, he thrusts again into Keita, driving several more inches into him, Keita mews out happily, purring loudly, tail held high and twitching.

“Oh fuck, fuck, this is wonderful, but let’s see how deep the cat can go,” Debin states giving another firm shove, the momentum of Debin’s balls carrying his cock forward a half an inch, but also pull the cock back a quarter of an inch in return, the medial ring now pressing against his hole, a small but notable obstacle.

“This one can take more sir. Deeper please,” Keita mews out with lustful intent, giving a cute wanting feline eyes, ears twitching, while his lower gut bulges slightly under the hippogryphon’s length.

“Yes, of course, we’re only halfway there,” Debin chirps, bucking his hips again pushing past the medial ring, which Keita can feel moving all through the insides of his body while Debin shoves himself ever deeper.

“You get one slow fuck and then I’m going to town on your ass,” he warns.

“With pleasure sir,” Keita responds with a mew, given a toying squeeze around the entire length within his body, the bulge in his gut visibly twitching, while his rubber body is able to massage and squeeze the entire length.

“You say that now, but wait till we really get going,” Debin states, panting heavily, his domineering words hiding the lustful desire his body is craving, the tight hole he finds himself shoving himself in, which feels only better the deeper he goes.

“Deeper,” Keita moans lustfully with his best femboy voice.

“You asked for it,” he states grunting, shoving himself deep into Keita’s ass, the front of the couch lifting an inch off the ground while Devin slides the rest of his length right into the inviting hole, pushing in and exploring new depths that neither have ever felt before.

“Harder sir!” Keita cries out, Debin’s length finally sliding all the way into Keita’s body, a notable outline running across his belly, a warm throbbing length twitching within Keita’s body, filling him with pride and joy, and expanded use for his wonderful rubbery form, new levels of pleasure not yet known to him are discovered. Despite all of this, Keita finds himself unable to get over that delightful edge.

“What a needy fuck slut you are,” Debin groans, his wings spreading out, fluttering in the air, hilting himself into Keita’s body, his heavy orbs smack against Keita’s butt, like a hand firmly tapping his butt cheeks and thighs.

Keita’s eyes go wide realizing just how massive of a package Debin has. Keita gives a toying squeeze on the cock, thrusting his hips against the length just a bit, looking over his shoulder back up at Debin, “This one is a fuck toy sir,” it says lewdly with a playful wink.

“That you are,” Debin says, pulling himself back, having to take a few steps back to pull himself out from within Keita’s body. A massive vacuum tug pulls back at Debin’s cock, an inward black hole sensation that eggs Keita to want that massive length back in him, while his body is pulling inward onto what little of the cock remains. Debin keels only the last inch in, his cock head flaring outwards, blood rushing to it, the natural vacuum made by the tight seal around Keita’s butt is like nothing that either have ever felt before.

“Fuck the gods almighty, your ass is trying to pull me back in!” he exclaims, thrusting himself back in, filling the literal void that was created by Debin’s own cock, the first hard slam of Debin’s body against Keita’s ass was like none other. It’s a new sensation of being pounded so deep into his body, any air still trapped inside forced out, making the tight seal his lower half has around his body even stronger, his body gripping down, but the world’s own physics assisting in making this the tightest fuck ever with negative atmospheric pull.

“This one just wants you deep inside it sir,” Keita mews, giving his pucker a little squeeze which is simply making a tight seal only tighter around the massive dick.

“You are getting it,” Debin grunts, closing his eyes, slamming himself back into Keita’s body over and over again, his massive balls pounding against his ass with a loud squeaky slap, each thrust somehow driving the dick even deeper into Keita’s body. It makes the seal tighter, vacuum pulling his body ever tighter around the length, his insides made to fit the cock to provide the most perfect grip to please every inch.

Keita holds onto the couch for dear life, his rubber claws digging into the fabric as he’s taken for all that he is worth and then some. Heavy thumps are heard not only from Debin’s ass smacking balls but from the couch, it being lifted off the front a few inches with each and every thrust.

Debin’s wings fully unfurled down, fluttering in the air, ancestral instinct of airborne mating cause his wings to flutter and flap, causing a cool breeze to blow over Keita’s back, the cool area of where Debin’s cock was reminds Keita in more than one way just how massive of a monstrous cock he is now taking.

Harder, faster, deeper, the pull of Keita’s body that follows Debin’s cock makes a tight squeeze like no other. His small femboy body, perfect for such a feat that no larger toy could easily create. His belly bulging and shrinking inwards with each thrust. His cock bouncing up and down, slapping against his belly causing his flowing rubbery pre-cum to drizzle all over his body and the couch below him.

With each pull back, the vacuum inward pull gives a literal pit in Keita’s belly, and a downward pull in his chest, his rubber body clenching, milking, massaging the cock. The vibrations from his constant purring moving through Keita’s body. With each hilt of Debin’s cock, he feels the purring vibration tickling his cock edging him to try to drive in deeper to pound harder, to unleash his massive load into the small feline body.

The couches wood creaks under Debin’s unrelenting onslaught. Faster, harder, quicker, Keita’s body helping Debin thrust even faster. His body pulls in, his hips thrust against and pull away whenever Debin requires it. Every action he takes is only to further serve Debin’s viral lustful pleasures. Thump, thump, thump, the couch feels as if it is about to break under the force of the constant fucking.

Terry and Berry silently peek through watching Debin take Keita so fully. They feel themselves growing more aroused by the hot aroma of male sex and rubber that fills the room. If it wasn’t for the sound of other chop shops nearby, they would clearly be able to be heard across the entire compound.

Keita mews out in delight, Debin trill chirps in utter ecstasy, his unrelenting thrusts pushing him literally over the edge. His body slams down hard into Keita the first ropy seed floods Keita’s innards filling the void that Debin’s cock created, while they are sent flying over the side of the couch as it is knocked onto its back with a heavy thud.

Debin flaps his wings, breaking his fall, while pounding over and over into Keita’s ass, the hot sticky seed being literally sucked out of his cum hole while he pulls in and out. Keita’s belly bulges out now with not only the outline of Debin’s cock but the gush of seed that he is being flooded with. A literal gallon full of a cum enema, the warm seed filling him, feeling delightful as Debin holds himself over Keita, hands on either side of the feline's head, feet caught on the couch.

Keita literally hangs off of Debin’s cock, with a lovely cum inflated belly. Debin pants heavily, feeling the vacuum caused by Keita’s butt to keep Keita dangling on the last third of his length, “Oh fuck, I needed that.”

“I think you invented a new fetish there Debin,” chuckles Berry.

“Yeah, I never saw anyone dangle from a cock without a knot before,” remarks Terry, the two walking into the room.

Debin pulled from his lustful afterglow snaps back to reality, “What? You two should be working!” he exclaims.

“We were working but when we heard the pounding we had to come in and check to see if you are okay. We’d hate to see you hurt yourself just less than half an hour after you almost were crushed to death by a car,” explains Berry, moving over to them crouching down looking at the pristine clean cock, with only the thinnest of layers of lubricant on it, “Damn I never seen your cock so clean after a fuck.”

“Yeah, yeah just help me up,” Debin squawks. Berry and Terry lift Debin back onto his feet with a soft clop, while Keita pulls back against the couch still stuck on the cock.

“Did you grow a knot to keep the cat on you like that?” Terry asks looking at the massive cock still lodged in the toy.

“It’s a tight fit, now get the toy off of me so I can get back to work.”

“What about us?” the twins ask.

Debin shoots them a look, “What do you mean ‘what about us?” he states, his cock twitching flexing, still hard from the experience, the constant squeeze of Keita’s body keeping him at almost max hardness.

“You got to use the toy; I think we should get to use him too.”

Debin crosses his arms, taking a step back dragging Keita along the couch.

Keita softly mews, not saying anything, letting the events unfold themselves.

“Are you saying you want sloppy seconds? Do you think any of you could even feel that toy’s ass after what I did to it?” Debin asks.

“We’ll come across that bridge when we get there,” says Berry.

“Don’t you mean ass?” Terry corrects.

Berry shoots Terry a look, “Yeah that, though it's not like we don’t know what your cum is like,” he replies, winking at Debin.

Debin takes a deep breath, his cock lifting up a little taking Keita with it, “Fine, but it’s going to come out of your lunch break. Now get the fuck toy off of my dick so I can get back to work.”

“With pleasure!” Terry and Berry say the two grab Keita by the hands, “Ready sir?” they ask.

“This one isn’t sure this is the best way. Perhaps waiting till Debin relaxes more? But this one isn’t here to stop them,” Keita thinks.

“On three, we pull this way you pull and step back and lean back,” Terry says.

“Got it,” Debin replies with a nod. The three countdown, and on three they pull, Keita’s butt squeezing and vacuum pulling back against their tugs, but even Keita’s tightly sealed body was no match for the three working together.

The rubber squeaks, the bulging belly pulls in slightly, Keita mewing out in delight, squeezing the cock, trying to help push the member out with the reward of two sexy Doberman to replace the one hippogryphon. Then with a loud audible pop the seal finally breaks, air rushes into Keita’s body, Keita flying into the twins’ arms as they stumble back into the wall, while Debin hops backwards almost stumbling back over the coffee table but manages to stop himself with a few quick flaps of his wings.

“At this point, I think this cat must be cursed with bad luck… but is a damn good fuck. I’ll leave you two to it. Good luck deciding who gets the mouth!” he chuckles grabbing his pants and shirt before walking off.

Keita mews softly feeling the warm hands of the two Dobermans against his smooth rubber skin, his ass already quickly shrinking back down to its original size with amazing elasticity, his hole managing to close down before too much of the equine seed could escape, but what does trails down his inner thigh. The toy’s belly has a nice notable bulge, the cum swirling within his innards, the momentum felt by Keita with each touch and caress by the Doberman.

“I get his mouth!” yells Terry.

“No, you don’t, I do!” barks Berry. The twins drop Keita to the ground with a soft squeak.

Keita lands on his feet with ease, standing up, watching the two argue back and forth, before Keita softly suggests, “Why don’t you do one and then the other?”

“We only have time for one!” the twins say in unison, before quickly resuming their back and forth arguing.

Keita steps back, mewing softly, “Yes sir,” it replies, looking over the knocked over couch, his rubber pre-cum soaked along the middle. He takes a moment to gently flip the couch back over with relative ease, “This one is strong. But how?” Keita thinks, the twins now playing rock paper scissors unsuccessfully against one another for the right to fuck his mouth. Keita lays itself along the top of the backrest of the couch, watching, his belly slightly squeezed, sloshing around Debin’s cum, while he watches the two twins go at it, a noticeable bulge seen in both of their pants.

Unknown to Keita or Terry though Berry caught a good look at Keita’s butt when he was lifting the couch, his hole as tight looking as ever. Berry spends another minute arguing with his brother before he lets out a relenting sigh, “Fine! I’ll take the ass this time, but you owe me, you got it?”

Terry squints his eyes scrutinizing over Berry’s sudden change in attitude, glancing at Kieta, his cock twitching at the sight of the rubber toy so close, ready to be taken by him, “Fine, I owe you one.”

“Shake on it?” Berry asks, holding out his paw.

“Sure,” he replies they give one single handshake before leaning in to give each other a passionate kiss and a playful grope, gently fondling the other bulge with a soft moan, before undressing the other. Keita watches their mirror like movements against one another, revealing their buff chests, their pants dropping to the ground, their red hard knotted lengths springing forth, pre-cum dribbles on their cock divots, as they grind up against one another.

They lean against the other’s hands gently caressing the other’s chest, they give each other one more delightful kiss, a soft pleasure whine escapes them, while they grind themselves against the other before pulling away. Keita mews softly gently grinding himself against the couch at the lewd incestial display.

“My, my, my brother the cat is horny for more,” says Berry gently running his hands along Keita’s rubbery butt.

“Such a horny cat, do you think it can take us both at the same time?” Terry asks

“There is only one way to find out,” Berry replies, grabbing Keita’s butt and pulling him down onto the couch with a long squeak.

Keita mews, hiking his butt lifting his head, seeing Terry’s cock throbbing and twitching in front of him, that aching member, the salty smell of his cock moving close to his head, “A lustful cat toy, perfect to be our chew toy,” Terry remarks moving closer.

“This one is quite sturdy and could handle a pair of handsome hounds like yourselves,” Keita mews moving in to give the underside of Terry’s cock a soft lick, the pre-cum on the top dribbling down hitting Keita’s nose.

“You say that now, but what till we get going,” Terry remarks.

Keita licks the tangy pre-cum off of his nose, savoring the flavor before nuzzle licking Terry’s cock while Berry moves into hotdog his twitching cock against Keita’s butt cheeks with a soft squeak. The underside of his tail feels the twitching throbbing member ready to drive itself deep into his body.

Berry smirks, “Hey, how about we play a game?”

“What kind of game?” Terry asks, pressing his balls against Keita’s muzzle, Keita’s tongue laps across the fuzzy orbs, causing him to softly moan.

“First one to cum has to buy the other lunch.”

“Hey, with that wide ass of his? You’d win no problem,” Terry barks.

“Fine, you want to make this a challenge, don’t you? The first to cum in him has to,” he grumps.

“You are being too kind to me brother.”

“The older brother has to look after his younger sibling.”

“It was only fifteen seconds!”

“Sixteen and they were valuable seconds,” Berry remarks.

“We are on the clock anyway, so we better make this fast. You ready?” Terry asks, lining his cock against Keita’s lips. Keita gently licking across the cock tip, ready to taste the entire length in his mouth, the knot twitching and throbbing before his eyes ready to pop into his mouth.

“This one is ready,” Keita says, admiring the cock, knowing that one just like it was positioned behind him, pressing against his tight rubbery hole, Debin’s cum leaking from the hole, which Berry plugs with his cock head. Keita squeezes the tip, causing a soft grunt to escape Berry.

“We weren’t asking you,” The twins exclaim.

Keita flinches, “Sorry,” he mews.

“I’m ready. On three?” asks Berry looking at his brother, grabbing Kieta’s smooth rubbery hips while Terry caresses and holds Keita’s head, ready to slip into him.

“Sounds good to me,” Terry responds looking down at the toy, his member twitching in anticipation.

Keita listens to the count down, his cock twitches underneath him with each number, “One...two…. Three!” they exclaim shoving their cocks hard into Keita’s body. They pound against the other, squeezing Keita between their powerful thrusts. Their slick cocks squeak against Keita's ass and mouth. Keita works to milk and squeeze each thrust into his ass, his mouth suckling and licking across the length, while the two hounds give him no quarter as they ravage him with a gusto that rivals Debin.

The cum within Keita’s belly sloshes around, soaking Berry’s cock, making it extra slick as he hilts himself into Keita’s ass, all the way up to but not including his knot which bounces off his tight pucker.

“I think I am going to cum first Brother,” Terry says with a heavy pant, his small tail wagging, his hips slapping against Keita’s head, the knot kissing his lips over and over again. The tight swirl of toy saliva moving around in Keita’s mouth, drooling off the side of his mouth, the rubbery saliva gaining a distinct cock flavor that will linger in Keita’s mouth for hours to come.

The hard-angling thrusts bulge out Keita’s throat, his body easily able to handle the abuse which sends delightful shivers throughout his whole form. He lustfully takes the two cocks, he braces himself against the couch, feet and hands against the arm rests allowing the twins to thrust even harder between him.

“No, I’m close!” Berry states, the tight milking of Keita’s rubber butt having not been hindered by Debin’s massive size. The two brothers pant and whine feeling themselves growing closer. They stare at each other, looking into their eyes with a competitive lovingness.

“I’m going to win,” grunts Berry, his balls smacking against Keita’s crotch.

“No, I will!” exclaims Terry his balls hitting Keita’s chin over and over, their lengths are repeatedly shoved into Keita with an ever-increasing speed. Terry tightly holds Keita’s head, fucking into his mouth with a lust and joy to be expected with any horn dog wanting to play with his toy to get off.

Berry grips and kneads Keita’s butt, showing a dominance and control over Keita’s butt that just screams the dog claiming territory instinctual nature of “This is mine.”

The knots push harder and harder against Keita’s holes, the twins working with conjoined thrusts to press Keita between them over and over again. They bounce off the rubber body making their thrusts quicker, easier to do as he lubricates both cocks with his toy fluids.

The twins bark and yip at each other, giving competitive growls, grunts, their bodies shaking in delight, panting heavily, their tongue hanging from their mouths, lustfully taking the cat between them, “I’m going to win,” claims one.

“No, I am going to win,” exclaims the other.

With one hard final thrust between them they pop their knots into him. Terry’s knot spreads his cheeks, the hot seed flooding down his mouth, which he happily slurps down, Terry howling in his victory.

Meanwhile Berry’s knot has popped hard into his tight rear, locking him into Keita’s body, the hot seed flooding in, is more like a river flowing into the ocean of seed that has already been dumped into Keita’s body, but he calls out his victory over his younger twin brother.

“I win!” they yell at the same time.

“No, you didn’t, I did,” they say again.

“Stop doing that.”

“I came first.”

Eventually Berry takes a deep breath and slowly says, “I clearly came first. This cat’s ass is so god damn tight, that you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Sure, sure, there is no way it’s ass is that good after what Debin did to it.”

“You’d be surprised,” Berry grunts, feeling Keita squeeze his length with his tight rear, “I feel this ass could take so many horse cocks and still be tight,” he says, giving Keita’s butt a firm rubbery slap.

Keita gives a mouth filled moan, suckling and licking the other twin’s cock, the knot nice and flared past his teeth, forming a tight seal, the cock tip lodged nice and deep into his squeezing milking throat.

“Sure, you just say that to claim you came before I did! I bet you were pent up to make it easier to get a one up on me.”

“We were together the last time we both came, you’re just as pent up as I was.”

“It’s only been twelve hours, I can’t be that pent up,” Terry barks.

“And then neither can I,” Berry replies, the twins start arguing back and forth about which climaxed, their knots lodged deep within Keita’s body, unable to come out no matter what wiggling and squirming they do. With each squeeze and suckle the two dogs moan out in delight, cock’s twitching, what little still lodged within their lengths slowly suckled or milked right out of them.

Eventually the two just yell out in unison at once another, “Fine, we’ll let the toy decide! Which one of us came first!” they exclaim.

Keita’s eyes go wide, lost in the simple pleasure of being knotted over the last several minutes he completely lost track of the conversation of those above him, in all meaning of the word. Keita wiggles and squirms feeling the tug of the two knots.

“He can’t answer you if his mouth is full of your cock Terry,” Berry says sarcastically.

“He can’t focus on giving us a god damn answer with your cock shoved up his ass Berry,” Terry remarks.

“Doesn’t matter if he can’t talk anyway.”

“What he says won’t matter if he can’t focus.”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get home,” Barks Berry.

“Not if I don’t fuck you first,” Terry growls.

“Look, why don’t we just pull out of this Chinese finger trap and then ask it.”

“It’s not a finger trap if it has our cocks.”

Berry lets out a huff, “You know what I mean.”

“It shouldn’t be too difficult for your cheating ass to pull out of its ass with how loose it is.”

“You’d be surprised just how tight this ass is,” Berry says smacking Keita’s butt with a loud squeaky smack.

Keita moans out squeezing the cock in his butt while purring happily teasing Terry’s cock tip.

“Oh fuck, look now you got it purring. You know it vibrates when it purrs? It’ feels fucking amazing. No way you could have came before me.”

“Well there is only one way to find out,” Berry says.

“On three?”

“On three.”

The twins say in unison, grabbing Keita’s butt and head firmly between their hands, “One...two...three!” they exclaim tugging and grunting pulling their knots out of Keita’s body with a loud audible twin sounding pop. Keita’s butt tightly clenches, not wanting any of the mix of seed to escape him, allowing him to keep that soft bulge in his belly.

The twins moan out in delight panting for a moment before walking over to Keita’s side, the two-standing side by side, cocks still throbbing gently rubbing up against the other, “Now toy, which of us came first?”

“Uh well…” Keita mews looking at the two cocks already feeling a desire to lick and suckle them up.

“It was me, right? That mouth of yours was just too good for me not to have gone first,” says Terry grinding his cock against Berry.

“There are no buts, about it, your butt is one of the best I’ve had, it had to be me right toy?” Berry says grinding his dick against his brother, trying to sword his cock on top of Terry’s while Terry tries to do the same to him, the two members constantly twitching, throbbing and grinding against the other.

“Well uh…” Keita mews.

“Come out with it,” says Berry.

“You know it was me, just say it,” Terry remarks.

“This one thinks…”

“Yes, yes?” the two say leaning in closer, grinding their cocks harder against the other.

“You came at the same time. This one could feel the spasming and rush of seed into it, and it felt perfectly in sync with each other.”

Berry and Terry recoil, “What? No! That’s impossible, I came first,” they say in unison.

“Obviously the toy couldn’t feel my first spurts of climax because Debin already filled him up,” says Berry.

“No, it was because of Debin’s seed that the toy thinks you came at all!” grunts Terry.

“We’ll just buy each other lunch and call it even.”

“Fine, but round two tomorrow?” Terry asks with a sly smirk.

Berry leans in giving his brother a soft tender nuzzle lick, “Of course, what are twins for if not to do doubles,” he chuckles.

“Let's get back to work before we lose our entire lunch break here.”

“Works for me,” he replies.

The twins get clothed while Keita cleans himself off, returning with them to observe working. Debin providing some extra assistance in showing him some basics of what they are doing while having them assist hands on, getting his rubber paws oily and dirty in a different way.

He works with them the group for a good twelve hours, before they leave, leaving Keita to spend the next fiveish hours to clean up everything in the shop, putting it in order, cleaning itself when done, “Ah this one thinks it did a good job today.”

“This one certainly thinks so,” K-2003 says from the door.

Keita’s tail wags happily, “Maker! This one didn’t know you were here.”

“This one is here to pick you up and see what you’ve been up to. It’s heard some very good reports, this one is so pleased about what you did, saving Debin’s life,” K-2003 says with an affirmative nod.

“This one doesn’t think it was that much danger, but it does leave this one with a big question Maker, if it may ask,” Keita asks approaching K-2003.

“What is it?” K-2003 asks tilting its head to the side, tail swaying side to side.

“Why is this one so strong?”

K-2003 tilts its head, motioning Keita to follow it, “Well why not?”

Keita purrs inquisitively following its Maker outside, “This one wasn’t strong before. With all that it was doing, why is it strong now?”

“Oh, all of Toys-4-U toys are strong. Just simply we are unable to overpower users unless an owner or Maker is in mortal danger of which we’re able to do superhuman feats of strength,” it explains with a smile.

“Really? This one didn’t know that. Does Maker have such strength?”

K-2003 looks off toward the store then turns its head to the left which would be the direction of the main highway that eventually has an off road that leads to the store, “This one has been strong overall it would say. Though strength is indeed relative, and this one has made sure to make improvements to help with the safety of our customers and fellow toys,” K-2003 says turning its head back to Keita with a big smile.

“It felt weird to be so… powerful, especially given this one is a toy.”

“This one could guess it might but then, doesn’t it feel more helpless if you are so powerful yet unable to stop a user from enjoying you? To be locked not only physically and mentally but by your very being, where your own body refuses to overcome those taking you. A new level of submission. Yet you still have the strength needed to be of use when the time comes, like you are helping Debin out there.”

Keita nods, “This one understands.”

“Did you enjoy your time at the auto recycle shop?” it asks the store slowly coming into view through the trees.

“This one did, though it still doesn’t think that--” Keita’s words are cut off by K-2003’s response.

“Wonderful! For you have another six days with them and when done, that will mark your twenty-ninth day as a toy in molding which means…” K-2003 trails off unlocking the back door so they can enter the toy molding room from this alternate exit.

Keita felt a rush of excitement, its cock twitching out in delight, not even paying attention to anything but its Maker, the pause making itself ache even more, reminding itself just how needy it is to have this be complete, “That this one will be…”

“Completed and given your designation. Isn’t that wonderful! We are almost there,” K-2003 says with an excited rump wiggle, guiding Keita back onto the platform.

“That is wonderful news Maker, this one can’t wait for that,” Keita purrs backing himself into the mold, slipping into it as if the mold as if he was perfectly made for the mold, his cock twitching in the air, watching K-2003 move to the computer console, tapping the buttons.

“This one knows but patience is key. One cannot rush the process, this is all scientifically calculated to create the best toys possible,” K-2003 says with a nod.

“It is?”

“Well this one has tested the toys time and time again and has made many toys this way. So, it thinks it is scientifically true. Especially when this one wears a white lab coat,” it says with a nod.

“Okay Maker.”

“Till tomorrow, toy.”

“Goodnight Maker,” Keita purrs relaxing into the mold, the front coming down, sealing around him once again, the locks coming into place, the tentacles that will feed him his delicious rubber dangling in front of him while the black and cyan blur moves about. Keita feels a soft pressure on his belly, the mold pushing his bulging rubber form back into place, the cum simply swishing and moving about in his insides wherever room is possible, making the mold feel a little extra tight tonight.

Keita purrs happily, feeling its Maker slip the tentacle tubes into its mouth, and up its butt, locking in all the seed that it has taken in, allowing it to be steadily absorbed into his form, though at this point most of it already was reabsorbed just a subtle bulge remained.

Keita watches K-2003 leave, the toy stewing in the warm rubber embrace that fills his holds, the perfectly fitting mold that keeps him from moving, from having to worry about anything at all. His mind perfectly trained and crafted, subconsciously going with the voice that has never ever left the back of his mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy loves to fuck.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“Fuck toys serve.”

“Fuck toys obey.”

“Fuck toys protect.”

“Fuck toys fuck.”

“Toy is a good fuck toy.”

Keita soothed himself into a calm sleepless state. For already three weeks he’s been on edge, unable to climax. For three works he’s been constantly sexually stimulated, constantly fucked, never truly sleeping even if he gets moments of rest. What is left of himself is a far cry from what he was the day he stepped into the Toys-4-U store which feels like a lifetime ago. What comes on day thirty, the final day of becoming a Toys-4-U toy will be like nothing Keita has ever experienced before or will ever experience again.