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Charles was sitting in his car, nervously drumming the steering wheel as he had his eyes locked on the entrance of the local dive bar. Charles was a tall, lean and muscular blue shark with silver metallic running up and down his chest and arms while his tail had bioluminescent red stripes running across his tail. He was in jeans, his favorite t-shirt and was fiddling with his recently stylized white hair from the rearview mirror. He had been sitting in his car for the past ten minutes watching the bar from his spot on the next street over, building up his confidence as well as running through everything that led up to this moment. 

It was really stupid, honestly. It started after one too many lonely Friday nights, Charles noticed a new post on a long dead local branch of a BDSM online forum. It came from a user simply called, ‘Red’ and it read, “New Dom to the area, recently moved, finally settled down in this location and ready to jump start the local kink scene.” It was only a few days old but still months more recent than the other post of someone begging for attention. Mid-fapping session Charles’s curiosity and horniness got the better of him and decided to follow up with Red, with private messages. Red responded quickly and soon he and Charles started talking. After a quick introduction and run down, things really hit it off as Red started probing Charles about preferences and kinks. The shark was new to the scene in real life but wanted to try a bit of everything, and told Red so.

Red picked up on that immediately as he shifted to proposing ideas and scenarios from mild to the extreme to the shark. By chance or skill each and every scenario mentioned pushed Charles’s most deviant buttons. Through a combination of lust and excitement, Charles kept divulging more and more wilder interest and deeper desires, ping ponging between sex submission, gear, toys, outfits, and outings. 

All the while Red just listened to Charles’s wishes, while asserting and confirming that all those things could easily be done in person and more. From the way, Red kept answering and talking it was clear he had experience, mastery with what he talked about and kept dropping hints that he practiced or was practicing these scenarios with others as Charles talked to him. After weeks of talking, discussing, hashing out, brainstorming ideas Charles finally brought up the courage to ask to meet in person.

One workweek later Charles was pulling up to the bar that Red decided to give the shark a set of instructions once he got there.

Checking his watch, the nervous shark realized that if he was to idle in his car any longer he would be in danger of being late. At the last possible moment, Charles turned off his car, double checked that he had his phone and wallet in his pant’s pocket, and crossed the street to head into the meet-up point.

Walking through the door, Charles was met with the distinct combination of cigar smoke, spilled beer, and men. His eyes then confirmed what his nose and Charles’s own previous internet investigation already told him, It was a dive bar. It was almost perfect in its design, layout, decoration, and even down to the patrons of this place. Big men sat at tables scattered around the floor or stationed at the bar. Every one of them was nursing their beers while actively and aggressively not paying attention to anyone else at the bar.

Being mindful to lift his finned shark tail a bit higher in the air, to avoid it touching the floor, Charles made his way to the bartender. The bartender was a large scarred and grizzled brown grizzly bear and only welcomed the young shark with a stern stare. The appearance intimidated Charles for a moment as he had to take a half moment to compose himself and recited the code phrase that he was given, “I am looking for yesterday’s newspaper.” 

At that, the grizzly bear gave Charles a nod and a gruff of acknowledgement before he put a big paw into his pocket to retrieve something and slid it across the counter towards him. As the bartender lifted his brown paw he revealed a small key attached to a scarlet painted metal ‘R’ keychain. Once the shark picked it up the bartender gruffed once more and cocked his head towards the hallway in the back before returning to cleaning the beer glasses. Taking the hint, Charles tightly grasped the key and made his way towards the hallway.

The hallway was short and only had four doors. A bathroom for men, one for women that seemed hardly used, a double door that led to the kitchen, and in a little alcove was a push door that most would confuse for a broom closet. It was a plain wooden door with the only thing to give it away was that the door lock was painted the same color as the keychain. With a slight trembling hand, Charles inserted the key into the knob and turned, and slowly pushed the door open.

The door opened up to a room that was surprisingly larger than a narrow door would suggest. The area was illuminated by a few fluorescent lights and it was almost bare, with a few cardboard boxes stacked on the left and a pile of flattened cardboard on the other side. The wooden floor was noticeably cleaner than the rest of the bar and while the walls looked freshly painted the room had the lingering smell of sweat in the air. Right in the middle of the room was Red, sitting in a black leather easy chair. There was no mistaking it.

He was not lying about his username, Red was a big demon, with red skin covering his entire bipedal body. He was well built with broad muscular arms and shoulders, even though he was sitting the shark knew that Red could easily tower over him by two feet, at least. He was dressed in full matching leather gear from his black and white biker hat to his chest harness, bracers down to his leather chaps that black his black and red jock that was adorned with a zipper running down the front of the underwear. The demon Red did not say anything, he just sat there staring at the shark with his glinting black eyes and a knowing grin.

After standing in awe in the door frame, Red spoke in a commanding voice, “Welcome to the web Charlie boy, Come in….and shut the door behind you.” Charles quickly realized where he was as quickly checked the hallways for any onlookers before making his way into the room and letting the door swing closed. 

The shark just stood there, head flushed with the situation in front of him. All he could say in response was a weak little “h-hello”. That was met with Red throwing his head back in deep laughter. “Oh, you weren’t lying when you said that you were new to this, you’re so wet behind the ears that I could soak it up with a sponge.”

That caused Charles to cross his arms and blush. He was in the process of forming an apology before Red interrupted him. “Don’t apologize. It just means that there are so many new experiences to put your through. Now be honest. How much of those kinky things you typed out in chat were your true interests and how much did you write just to impress me?” the demon said coyly.

Charles just stood there as he recounted all the hundreds of messages, pictures, stories, ideas, and digital promises that the young and naive sharks made to this internet stranger in the countless instances of lust fueled frenzy. After thinking of all of those he took a deep swallow and simply said, “All of it.”

“Now that ….is good to hear,” Red replied. Before Charles could stop himself his lips let loose, “and is the same true for you?” Red froze for a moment as if he had just received a slap in the face. He slowly raised from his seat, bringing himself to his full height, eyes locked on the shark. Even from across the room, Charles felt a twinge of intimation race down his spine. “Trust me, little shark. I have never lied about my past experiences.” Red said in a stern and absolute voice as his eyes continued to bore down into the shark. 

“But,” he followed up a half moment later, “Since a lot of people online talk of big games, I guess it’s not unreasonable to ask if I also walk the walk.” As he lowered himself down back onto the chair. Once he was settled in he raised his right hand and snapped it twice with “oh Puppy~ Come on out, we have company.” He followed with a mock sing-song voice.

There was a rustling sound from somewhere in the dark toward the back of the room, off to the right of Red’s Chair. From the darkness trotted out something moving on all fours, as it made its way closer to Red it finally entered the light enough for Charles to clearly see what it was. 

It was a spotted brown African Wild Dog that crawled on all fours, with his tail high in the air. He had black gloves on his hands and knee pads on his bent knees. On his head was a brown pup hood that ran all the way down his neck which was attached to a collar that seemed to lock them in place around his head. Besides those four items, the wild dog was completely naked. Despite his nakedness, the wild dog trotted over to the chair seat and lifted himself up by his forelimbs up to sit doggy style by Red’s right-hand side. “This here is Pilot “ Red said, in the same way, one would introduce an award winning pet. “I tamed him myself, and he moved here with me,” the only thing Pilot did was let out a proud, “wuff” in response.

As Pilot settled down, he exposed the final bit of accessories on the sub, a gold chastity cage shined bright in the overhead light. Stunned by the brazened boldness of the display, Charles just kept his eyes glued on Pilot, reexamining the gear, his form, and his chastity cage that he was practically on display as he sat.

When Charles figured that the sub probably was showing it off to him and when he realized that he was staring at the cage and quickly tried to turn away by faking a cough. That only caused both Red and the pilot to stifle a chuckle. “It’s alright shark boy. You can look” coaxed Red. With that bit of permission, Charles turned his head back towards Red, trying his best not to have his gaze drift over to the naked wild dog right next to him.

“As I was saying this is Pilot. He’s been here since the beginning and way more kinky than me if you can believe it.” As Red brought his hand down to rustle the dog’s hooded head. In response, Pilot leaned his head into the scratches with an animalist moan of approval. “He’s helping me in my quest to carve out a dungeon right here in this bar,” Red said as he gestured to the cardboard boxes pushed to the side of the room. “And he’s in charge of cultivating and growing the kink scene within this town. In fact, he helped draft the very online ad that led you here to me.” Pilot let out another ‘wuff’ of acknowledgement at that.

Charles had to take a minute to process that, while Red teased the idea of a harem in his online chats, Charles did not actually think that claim held any water let alone that he was actively recruiting. As he thought about it, he realized where he was standing, in front of a dom that he had to get to via a secret code word and who already had a sub wrapped around his finger. The mere idea that this could actually work caused Charles’s stomach to flutter.

As the shark was pondering, Red followed up with “if you join, you could have to report to Pilot here, he’s my… co-pilot for all matters of recruiting and onboarding new subs in this circle. He’s impossibly thorough in this inspection and training…” trailing off as the hooded African Wild Dog snickers with a bit more malice in his tone. “But rest assured shark boy, if you join, you won’t be the lowest peg on the totem pole. That spot is permanently filled. In fact, why don’t I introduce him to you now!” Red as a wicked smile spread across his face. “Here boy!” the demon said as he snapped his fingers.

A whimper emerged from a pile of broken-down cardboard boxes from the other side of the room. It took a moment for whatever was underneath to make its way outwards but from the response and how it moved, it was clear that it was fully awake and was just waiting under all of that debris to be called upon.

A form shook itself free from the trash, it took a moment for Charles’s eyes to focus upon the process of what he was looking at but his nose got the first clue. That stale sweat smell redoubled in the air as the boxes were shaken off and became a lingering smell of stale sweat and musk Charles winced away from it for a moment before his eyes could finally figure out what it was.

It was another furry that was in some sort of the most restrictive pup gear that Charles has ever seen. While Pilot had casual gloves and knee pads, this poor soul had padded gloves that turned his front hands into useless padded mitts. His knees had the same type of heavy padded and high endurance knee pads. On the front, there was a bit of gear attached to the face and a large flat object attached to his back. In the back was a wooden bar that ran from between his ankles and attached to something below his tail. The bar impeded his movement but somehow he managed to navigate his way to the center of the room.

In the light Charles could see what he truly was, a grey husky mix with a dark grey coat shining on his back and a lighter grey coat on his stomach. Now fully illuminated Charles could finally clearly look at the thing that was so off-putting, a shiny silver tray was strapped to his back, and on the husky’s was a long metal muzzle that extended his face a few unnatural inches. Between the metal bars, the shark saw that the cage was filled with red jocks and socks. Carles shuttered with disgust and intrigue at the contraption as the mutt turned his head away in some sort of shame.

Red let loose a roaring laugh as he watched the two interact, which caused the mutt to bow his head in embarrassment. “Here’s the absolute bottom of the totem pole right there! His name’s Azi and he was actually the first to answer my little online flyer. He practically begged me to use and abuse him and he made me guarantee that he would be the lowest bottom in the organization. Who am I to deny him that experience here?”

Azi made an uncomfortable, yet not protesting, whimper at that statement. “He’s been a loyal mutt and great for free entertainment for the place… in fact. Pup!” barked Red as he turned his head towards Azi, “Go fetch me a drink. Put it on your bill.” 

The mutt let out a weak whimper as he craned his head back at the demon but quickly turned back forward before he could meet Red’s eyes. He then slowly began the awkward start of navigating his restricted limbs to slowly make his way past Charles towards the push door.

With Azi struggling past Charles, the shark could not help but take a peek at the sub’s underbelly. The first thing Charles saw from in between the movements of the restricted limb was a bright pink plastic little chastity cage clinging to his cock.

As the mutt made his way past Charles he got a good view of Azi’s behind, which was more intense than he initially thought. The wooden bar that was attached to the husky mutt’s ankles had a rope wrapped tight around his little balls which were held in place. Seeing it at that angle, Charles finally realized what that was, he only saw it in the most extreme stuff but it was a wooden humbler. But the most shocking thing and was probably the leading cause of Azi’s stiff and awkward body movement, the large red silicone dildo wedged into the Mutt’s ass, all the way to the hilt. Just from the initial glance, it caused Charles’s ass to clench in excitement and anticipation.

With the mutt’s slow waddling past Charles, the scent of musk mask increased as the mutt pushed the door open with his head and made his way out of the room. “I’m thinking of installing a doggy door, but I’m getting too much fun watching him struggle,” Red remarked.

Charles heard Azi march down the hallway he heard the faint sounds of the bar patrons making some inaudible wisecrack comments and the sound of legs of a chair scraping against the wooden floor. “Told you, he’s good for morale,” Red said picking up on the shark’s perked ears,

“But enough about the mutt. Let’s talk brass tacks” Red said as he leaned forward in his chair towards his newest interest. “You’ve seen my location, lair, what I’m going to do with it, and how I treat my pack. So where do you stand?” Red inquired with a raised eyebrow. 

Still reeling from the sight of the servant crawling by him and Red’s words echoing in his head, “He practically begged me to use and abuse him” caused Charles’s head to become flushed with blood as his cock was now becoming increasingly uncomfortable against the fabric of his pants.

All of that and what he saw resulted in him telling the truth. “I want, I want everything about this. I want to spend my nights here. At this bar, under your watch and guidance…” Taking a moment to take a deep swallow. “To be under your command and help you carve out and grow the most depraved kink club and community there has ever been. I want it all and all that it could be.” Red just sat there, stone still with a smile on his face. “That is exactly what I expected to hear from you, Shark boy.”

“I’ll allow Pilot here to bring you up to speed with all of my expectations and your new schedule.” As the attentive dog wuffed in merry and mischievous agreement. 

At that moment the door creaked open as Azi gingerly pushed the door open with his face as he steadily entered the room. The mutt was taking careful steps with his padded paws not to spill a drop from the glass of beer now perched on the silver tray on his back. When Azi went by, Charles noted that the red dildo position was now rotated the other way. 

Azi took one more look over his shoulder towards the shark before he continued on his path back towards Red. Stopping right at the left hand side of the leather, at the perfect height for the demon to take the glass in his hand. The only comment Red gave was a “that will be all, get back to your den.” as both on acknowledgment and dismissal of the mutt.

With another whine, Azi went back to his pile of cardboard with his tail trying it’s best to droop over the dildo, to make a hang between his legs.

Red raised his beer in salute, “It’s a deal then” as he took a deep pull from his glass. After a satisfying deep sigh, he then locked his eyes right onto Charles. “Now, shark boy, you now know we don’t just talk here, can we expect you to start?” As Red moved his right hand down to his groin slowly pulled the zipper on his jock down. Red only had to pull it halfway down before a large thick cock flopped out for the whole room to witness. Pilot’s eyes hungrily darted to red’s groin, only for a moment before he willed himself to get back in attention. Charles immediately became fixated on it. 

Mouthwatering he began to take his first step towards the red demon, then falling down to his knees in front of Red’s lap. Charles took one more look up at his new dom, as the demon gave a reassuring nod. With that Charles began the start of worshipping with his tongue and mouth. Slowly and meticulously making sure each square inch of the cock was given proper tribute. As he worked, Charles let out a series of involuntary moans. Through his monas and actions, Charles heard the faint sounds of whimpers from Azi as the mutt watched it happen from his den of boxes.

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Due to scheduling conflicts and other obligations It has been about three weeks since you and your handler meet up for anything truly intense and intimate besides occasionally getting coffee and obeying his orders over text messages. It was agony of it’s own way, as you missed his voice as he barked out commands, his hands groping your body all while he subjected you to whatever his whim demanded.

When the stars aligned that allowed you to finally go over his place and spent Friday night serving him to make up for lost time. During that night your handler informed you that he had the next day planned for you, as an ‘extreme make up day’ for all the missed sessions and refused to expand more about it for the rest of the night.

After you woke up the next day, you creeped out of bed to prepare your handler breakfast full of pancakes, eggs, bacon and fresh cut fruit, to be served in bed. As you placed the tray on his night stand you circled to the foot of the bed, crawling on hand and knee up towards your handler’s groin. You woke him up with the beginning of a blowjob that continued on as he ate and only finished in your mouth as he swallowed the last bite of his pancakes. Once your handler was full and emptied he decided to tell you more of what he had in store for you. 

It was a new pop up ‘one stop shop’ for sub gear and accessories in the city and because it had been such a long time since he took you anywhere he decided to book you an appointment. 

A new kink store was news to you. You usually had your ear to the same ground as your handler, picking up on the same news beats and gossip as him, and you haven’t even heard anything about this new store, but the way your handler talked about it as if it’s been up and running for a while.

As you were pondering that, your handler stepped out of the bed and went to get dressed. As you wiped the cum and slobber from your own lips, he tossed you his chosen outfit for you onto the bed. Both you and him were dressed in almost normal attire, except for the metal choke dog chain around your neck.

Once both dressed, you followed him out the door as he grabbed his keys. The drive was surprisingly short as your handler took a few turns from main street and pulled into a parking lot behind a recently remodeled building. As you got out of the car your handler took the lead with a confident stride as he led the way to front this new store.

It was built like a trendy store that was painted in pure white, that was almost blinding in the bright sunlight. All the windows were covered with black curtains, which eagle eyed people would notice that the curtains were made of latex. There were no front doors that could be seen, the only thing standing out from the flat wall was a three side movie theater style ticket booth, also painted white as the walls.

Walking up to the booth you saw an incredibly innocent and cheery staff standing inside the booth, she had shoulder length blonde hair, in a uniform of an old time movie usher and she had a genuine and expected smile as she addressed both of you, “Hello! Do you have an appointment?”

Without missing a beat your handler replied, giving his full name and the time. The staff smiled and checked her tablet. After pressing a few buttons on her screen she looked back up and asked, “is this the client?” your handler confirmed.

With that response there was a small and subtle shift as the assistant changed her body orientation towards your handler as she directed her full attention to him, actively cutting you out from the rest of the conversation.

“Have you looked over our store?” the staff asked your handler, he replied with a ‘yes’. “And is this your first time here?” ‘your handler said ‘yes’, “Any questions before we start?” Your handler just shook his head. 

“Very well, follow me..” as the assistant excused herself, exiting her booth from the back door. A moment later a segment of the white door budged, swinging backwards to reveal a darkened entrance. Your handler confidently strode in as you followed behind him.

Going through the opening you walked past the thin white painted exterior and was welcomed to the store’s true self. 

The inside was dark and cool, lightened by a few ceiling lights that were shining on the half dozen areas of the open floor. The interior looked like a stripped big box store with plain tiled floors and no cleaning beyond the crisscrossing metal frames.

Your eyes were drawn to what was right in front of you as the welcoming staff took her spot, and waited a minute, allowing each of you to take in everything within the building. 

Beyond her, stationed right in the middle of the floor was a wooden animal pen. Standing above the actual hay straw that littering the pen’s floor were latex animal people. There were pups, wolves, cats, lions, pigs, ponies, bears and even a latex dragon all laying down, pacing, or crawling within the pen. Next to it was a glass cylinder glass enclosure, with knee high water surrounding the model island where a latex mermaid and merman sat with their shining scales, colorful neon wigs set into their latex masks, and matching colored rubber lips. Half of them were watching you and half had their eyes on the other people scattered on the floor. 

In amazement you looked to your right, there was a theatre light shining on the forward most right corner of vast room, a tiled open shower area with two fully suited up and masked latex staff members standing at attention, each holding a loofah and a pump bottle of soap in each of their black gloved hands.

Continuing counter clockwise was a tailor station with a normally dressed staff member posed and ready to take measurements standing behind a wall sized closet and wall shelve of shiny thin latex shirts, legging, gloves, masks and foot socks.

Beyond that in the far right corner of the floor was a separate station full of latex animal gear, dog hoods, masks, slippers, gloves, and all different leggings and sleeves and tops  of all different colors and shapes.

The left far side was another station, manned by  that had shelves and hangers of harnesses, leashes, collars and additional accessories with a lean back tattooing chair and a kiosk box wiring in the back.

Then at the middle section of the left wall was a standard store checkout area where you saw a  man signing a receipt while holding a lease that was attached to the next of a freshly made pup in a new bitch suit. The sub stayed patiently next to his dom on all four bended back limbs; he was decked out in a matching color pup hood, collar, restraints, and harnesses.

There was a confirmation beep as the cashier handed the dom his paper-handled bags and gestured him to the discrete exit door just beyond that station. Once the man received his credit he glanced down at this new bitch suited sub, gave his collar a quick yank and walked towards the exit. The sub awkwardly tried to navigate his new bended arms and legs to keep up with his owner’s stride. You remembered that the door they walked out of  was to an alleyway between this building and the next with a clear shoot to the back parking lot.

As you just stood there, dumbfounded, the cute ticket woman cleared her throat and said, “Welcome to Build A Pet! Please follow the arrows on the ground as you make your way around the store and enjoy!” Still blown away from everything in the interior and the fact that this got built and staffed, in your city, right under your nose. You felt a hand grab your chain necklace and with a yank you heard your handler say, “C’mon, we got to get you fully prepared before you can be dressed.” As he leads you to the right, toward the first station.

As you approached, you came to a mental sign stand, inside the frame you saw a poster that simply read, “ALL PARTICIPANTS MUST STRIP AND SHOWER BEFORE CONTINUING WITH THE BUILD A PET™ EXPERIENCE”. Your handler broke away from you as one of the latex clad staff members approached you, pointing to your clothes and then to a paper bag off to the side.

Standing rigid you gazed around and quietly took into account all of the staff members that were populating the floor. Then you awkwardly turned to your handler who met you with his cold stare and only raised an eyebrow at you in an expected manner as his only response to your hesitation. With that answer you closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you slipped out of your sneakers, socks, shirt and jeans. Revealing the bright pink frilly panties that your handler assigned for you to wear for today. As you took them off, becoming completely naked, you heard a choir of growls and animal catcalls from the pen in the middle of the floor.

You quickly handed your clothes to the staff who started folding and gently placed them into a paper bag. You hurried to the titled area as the other latex staff turned on the shower head and beckoned you forward, walking into the stream of water the first staff walked over to join as both started to grab a off white loofah while pumping foaming soap into it. 

Before you could figure out what was happening, the two latex drones joined you in the open shower as both grabbed an arm and began scrubbing away with professional dedication from head to toe. As you were being cleaned you caught a whiff of the soap, it was the mild fragrant industrial soap that was mass produced for hospitals or low end hotels.

Anytime that you moved your arms to help with the process your hands were wordless batted away and yanked back into place. The latex helped continue in silent work, scrubbing every square inch of your body from your head, your chest, deep in between your ass, taint and cock down your legs and in between your toes. When the water was turned off your skin had an extra shade of pink to it, from the intense scrubbing. Your handler nodded with approval as you were handed a beige towel to dry off as you were directed to the next station.

Once dried off, one of the latex workers approached you again with a big bottle of clear lube and in a counteractive manner started wetting and rubbing your entire body with the lube and a hand towel. Soon you were standing naked with clean and glistening skin. Only then you were finally free to move on to the next section.

The staff at the measuring section hardly said anything. He barked at you the stand up on his podium went to work, diligently taking your body measurements. After that he disembarked, hurriedly walking up and down the shelves of his area, grabbing one of each type of clothing before he abruptly tossed them at your feet and informed you to ‘get dressed’. With a bit of difficulty you were able to separate the pieces from each other and slowly slid into the thin latex clothes. 

At the next station a female assistant greeted you in that experienced staff retail joy as she welcomed your handler and extended a cheery yet almost condescending welcome to you, complimenting you on your shiny new base outfit before going into a practiced speech.

“Welcome to my station, here is where the true magic happens! Where you,” as she gives a two finger point to your handler, “decides what animal you want to take home today! We have our classic dog…” At that the pup in the pen behind you barked with excitement. “Cat,” a loud mew that tried to rival the dog answered, “bear,” a deep roar radiated and echoed around the floor. She went on listing off each animal as the corresponding animal let out a response in practice and recited pace. At the end of the list she turned to your handler and asked which one he would want. You could practically hear the animals leaning in and practically hold their breath. 

There was a moment of silence before your handler calmly stated, “Pig.” At that your heart sank as you heard a victorious squeal from the hog in the pen.

“Perfect choice!” the staff said in that same voice, that suggested that it was what her response and inflection would be regardless of the selection he made. She directed him to the swine selection of her station and started asking your handler for the specific colors and details he wanted his pet to be, leaving you alone where you stood. After a few back and forths the staff picked out the corresponding accessories and gear as she finally turned to you and handed you the selections. You were given a pile of muted pink rubber that looked like they were made and treated with the same materials to make utility workers’ pants for when you have to work in the sewers. You were directed to a bench to put on the gear.

Reluctantly you began to put on the heavy and muted pink outfit on, covering up the nice and shiny black latex with thick padded rubber. You slid into the pants and then the top with its own padded gut that made you look like you packed on an additional fifty pounds. Following that came the matching realistic rubber pig mask before applying the piggy slippers, and then attaching the pig trotter gloves to your hands. Once it was all done you rocked yourself forward and began to stand up.

You had to adjust your stance with the additional bulk to your frame, and iIt took a moment to waddle to your handler as he looked on with a smirk as he held his hand out, pointer finger down and twirled it around. Follow that command you compiled as you spinning around in slightly clumsily manner as you heard the staff cooing response, followed by the pen of the animals letting out roars of approval with the pig behind the loudest with his own grunts and squealing. Your face was flushed red with embarrassment at the groups’ response to your little piggy pirouette.

Once everything was squared away and your handler approved of it all, he was politely directed to the accessory section. As you walked behind your handler you heard the continued squeals of the pig in the pen as he followed you from his side of the fence. The piggish jeers caused you to blush in both flattery and embarrassment, since now he was the only one paying any attention to you as all the other animal subs went back to their own activities.

At the penultimate station you were greeting to all the leashes and collars as your handler was greeted by an assistant who stated that his section is all about, “Personalizing and dressing up your pig, however you like.” He went on to list the various harnesses, bracelets, collars and metal tags that can be customized with anything at their own engraving kiosk. Then added that with the pig option it also comes with an exclusive customization as well, with nose rings on the mask, ear tags, and tattooing.

Your handler perked up and immediately opted in for all of them, as the assistant asked your handler to bring his pig to the padded black chair he was going to go out back to fetch the tattoo artist.

Moments later the staff came out with another staff member with arms heavily tattooed from fingers to shoulder, wheeling out a metal shelf trolley that held bottles of inks and a tattoo gun attached to an external heavy duty battery. As you laid out on the black tattooing chair, the tattoo artist introduced himself to your handler and ran down the list of potential markings and designs that would work best with his particular pet.

Your handler decided to go with the classic, ‘SOME PIG’ tattooed right on your new paunchy gut. The tattoo artist nodded and set to unpack out his inks and start up his tattooing gun. Your handler was directed to browse the rest of the shelves of accessories, leaving you alone with the artist. 

The artist said nothing to you as started his work. You crane your neck the best you could over the heavily layered torso on the chair as you witness him quietly begin the process of tattooing your belly. It was a surreal experience watching the tattoo artist work on your body, adding the permanent ink to your muted pink stomach. You could feel the pressure of his hands on your torso and hear the hum of the needle gun as it kept stabbing away. 

The entire experience was so real that you needed to constantly remind yourself that the tattoo was not actually applied to you, but onto the pig suit. Once it was all done the tattoo artist gave your porky belly a gentle slap as he turned to holler at your handler to state that his work was done. 

Your handler returned with a basket full of accessories. As soon as you stood up your handler went to work attaching another layer of gear onto you. He attached a bright pink collar on your neck that he attached to a leash of the same color, from there he went down your body and applied a harness, wrist and ankle cuffs, and then before slowly helped you into an equally bright ping speedo, with a yellow locked symbol on the groin. As this was happening all the staff commented on how the bright pink gear worked great on the muted pink outfit.

With the last piece being applied creating the entire outfit, your handler wordlessly pulled the leash as he brought you to the checkout center. You tried your best to keep your eyes forward fixed right on your handler without trying to catch the glimpse of what, if any, animals in the pen were still looking at you.

As your handler walked up to the cashier he started the casual conversation of confirming all of the gear and services that his pet went through in this appointment. As she was ringing up the expenses she asked about insurance plans on the gear, as well as the company’s own polish and upkeep products. She mentioned that all these purchases included a free month of obedience classes by the store’s best trainers to instill the lessons and tricks that his pet would learn with the other subs in the program. Your handler mewed about that prospect and took one of the pamphlets about the classes, folded it and placed it in his pant’s pocket.

Once your handler confirmed everything he was given the total cost, that hefty price that caused your handler to whistle out in mocked astonishment as he comically reached into one of the paper bags and withdrew your wallet. In one swift motion he unfolded the wallet, pulled out your credit card, and handed it over the cashier. Without any question or concerns the cashier accepted it and swiped it.

You stood there, dumbfounded and blindsided by how much you were going to be charged for this experience, a bright light was casted into the room. Looking to your left you saw the initial welcoming staff opening the hidden door to welcome a new couple. The smaller and meeker one was looking around with the amazement you had before he finally laid eyes on you, and that was when his mouth dropped open. 

A loud beep from the cashier informed you that the charges successfully went through and she wished your handler a fantastic day as she dropped the receipt into one of the paper bags and she then gestured to him and to a lesser extent, you, to the discrete exit door.  Your handler thanked her with a wink and yanked your leash as he walked towards the door. 

Taking your first step was nothing short of blinding as your eyes were forced to adjust to the harsh midday sunlight shining down directly on you. You instinctively shielded your eyes with your padded arm as it took a minute for your blinking eyes to adjust to the drastic shift in the environment. Even within that first step you felt the sun bearing down on you, as the it’s penetrating ray went straight through all the layers and warmed up your skin to the point you could practically feel the initial beads of sweat forming on your skin.

You began to turn towards the parking lot just before you felt the stern pull of the collar, followed by a condescending, ‘nuh-uh-uh’. You turned back to your handler who was giving you a wry smile as he was wagging his finger at you

“Oh piggy, that was such a process for me that I need a mega pick me up at the coffee shop on main street.” and before you could reply he flashed your credit card and simply said, “Your treat.”

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You and your handler woke up on a weekend, as the norm began your day by attending to your regular routines and morning rituals performed. After making a full breakfast for both of you, Your handler informs you that you two will be going to a special event today. “You remember Jerry?” your handler casually said after he finished his last bite

Your mind races back to the last few encounters your handler had with you and Jerry. He was a owner of a local sex toy company, specializing in the… interesting and hardcore designs. Every time he was invited he was always there with a big box of goodies to try out on you. Kinky gear as well as exotic dildos of mythical size and shape. As you were ordered to put them on or use them, he was always there demanding you give him feedback on the toys, in deep intimate detail.

“Well, he received some new final products for his online shop” your handler continued, “and he needs a model….flexible enough to show them off for their website.” Your body surged with exhilaration at that last sentence. Even with the recent development, public stuff was still new to you and your face began to flush with the comprehension of what it would mean to be a model like that. Watching you react and squirm to the announcement of the day’s new agenda, your handler just gives you a flat reassuring comment, “Don’t worry.” After you cleaned the table and the plates, you two left the house and per your handler’s request, both of you were in normal street attire.

You were commanded to take the wheel as your handler idly gave directions that had you criss-cross through the city. Eventually the drive brought you to a warehouse complex off the city. Your handler gave you the specific building and you soon parked in a slightly occupied lot and followed your handler made your way towards one of the near identical warehouse buildings. You step inside and are greeted to an almost normal inventory warehouse full of crates and cardboard boxes but off to the side you see a makeshift photo-shoot set of various steps goods and stage platforms against a backdrop of black leather sheets with a small crowd of people fiddling with the cameras and lighting equipment surrounding the area. 

As you and your handler walk towards them, you spied Jerry talking to another man but as soon as he spotted you he dismissed the man and made his way towards you, “HEyyyy!~ Glad you could get him to come along! Our normal model has been sick for days. You’re being a real lifesaver volunteering your sub like this” “

“Oh it’s no big deal” Your handler says brushing off the comment, “Where do you need him?” Jerry, still focused on your handler, “Oh he needs to go to make up first, the lighting guys almost have everything set and we are still trying to figure out how much of our inventory we can show off today.” he said, signalling a pair of cute girls to lead you away form the conversation and towards the makeshift make station just behind the photo set. The last thing you heard from the conversation between Jerry and your handler was, “oh put him down for everything, he’s good for it”. 

Makeup session was surreal, as you got to the illuminated vanity table the girls immensely undressed you from head to toe, commenting on the cute choice to have your chastity cage be colored baby pink. Once naked they started stylizing your hair, applying foundation and blush all over your body, and constantly talking about your physique and features while never directly any of those comments to you. It felt like you were just a human doll, just there for them to dress up for the camera. Oddly enough they left your face alone, unchanged and untouched.

As they finished putting the finishing touch on your body they walked you back to the set, where you were instructed to stand square in the middle of the set as the continued to talk about you, your body, your size, what light and colors would work best with your complexion and what inventory they thought would be best for the session. All you could do was just stand there, on display for these professionals who had no interest in you at this very moment.

You couldn’t help but look down at your body with makeup on, “enhancing your beauty” one of the makeup artists said, you couldn’t help but feel impressed in how your body looked under these circumstances. All the blemishes were covered up and used perfectly placed contour lines to highlight your pecs, torso and hips, it fills you with confidence from some unknown well within you. As you stand there trying your best to model your best idle pose as your mind drifts away in your own imagination, as you tried not the slump in awkward silence.

After a while they were finally wrapping up their studio prep talk with a “…and it looks like we’re good to get started!” Jerry proclaimed. You came back to your senses and asked “what about…” you said as your gesture towards your makeup-less face. “Oh yes, your handler mentioned that this was a concern of yours, so we got you this from our stock to hide that cute face of yours." 

Jerry hands you a leather pup hood, it felt new with a fresh unmarked black leather base and red highlights accenting the muzzle and ears and the eyes were covered by tinted lenses. As you put it on, your nose was greeted by the scent of new leather as you adjusted the pup hood to align with your eyes . "See that looks great on you! Can we get makeup on the set again to smooth everything out?” As the makeup staff returns to address the area where the mask ends on your neck, the only thing going through your head is that you pray that it covers your face enough to ensure that no one could identify you from the eventual magnitude of pictures. There were no mirrors near by to see if your prayers were going to be answered.

The photo shoot began with you being handed various sex toys from a display table with the instructions on how they want them to be posed with, some action angels across your body, some playful body shots as you hold it inches away from your new mask and each toy almost always had a shot dedicated to it standing tall next to red soda can for reference. The inventory ranged from dildos of all shapes and sizes to motorized inserts, cock sleeves, harnesses, cuffs, and all the obscure accessories you could think of. And it almost became fun, taking your cues from the camera man and striking numerous poses with the toys. It was a pretty easy and tame photo shoot, well as tame as a photo shoot like this can be.

After going through all the items in the ‘to be modeled’ table you thought that you were done what was until you heard Jerry bark out to the crew, “Ok we got the vanilla shots squared away, time to get the action shots going! Someone get the boys and lube!” You heart fell to the ground at that comment, 'of course’ you think to yourself, 'how silly am I for forgetting where I was’ no sooner did you finish that train of thought you saw as two burly men decked out in harnesses, black military boots, latex thongs and elbow high latex gloves walks on to the set, carrying what you hope to be enough lube.

The crew hand moved behind you to place a spare table onto the set, draping it in a matching black leather sheet. Jerry then instructed you to get on to the table, ass towards the camera, you hear the staff behind you continue their talks about getting the cameras prepared and deciding what items to use first. You stood stock still, every bit of the small amount of confidence from the makeup and anonymity of the pup hood came pouring out through your feet. It was only until your handler barked out, “Hey! You heard Jerry.” that you came back to your senses and did what you were told.

With your stomach flat on the table and facing away from everyone, you could only hear the rumbling of heavy equipment moving towards you and the lights reflected off of the backdrop, it looked like they were getting ready for the close ups. The crew continued to talk to the burly men about what toys they should start off with first, the angle to enter it and at what speed. 

They finalized their order and small details you heard ‘Quiet on the set. Ready….. And ACTION!” There was only the faintest tap on your ass before the first toy, poked and then entered your bottom, your body finally slipped out of control as your cock, which was moving between completely soft to half mast, jumped against the plastic walls of your cage.

“Hey boss, do you want us to uncage him up?” one of the gloved men said after you let out a weak moan. “Oh yeah! Great call, everyone loves rock hard cock for the action clips” Jerry replied off in the distance. There was a moment where the men and crew paused as a familiar stride approached the set and the warm touch of your handler graced your groin as with a small jingle of keys he unlocked and removed your cage. Fresh air kissed your cock as it freely swung around. 

Once the footsteps of your handler walked away you heard the crew begin to start back up. Jerry shouted “Alright men, you have cock for the shoot, just make sure he doesn’t blow his load, we still got a tone of inventory to go through.” One of the men gave you a gloved spank on the ass and shouted back “Alright boss, we’ll make sure he’s nice and hard for the rest of these shoots’’.

True to their word, the stunt men made sure you were rock hard and on edge for the rest filming. It was almost magic on how well they could get you going and stop just before you went over the edge and then kept you quivering as they showed off to the camera how every single toy would look, inserted into an asshole. Granted with all the new merch entering and leaving your body, they hardly needed to rev you up, just give you time to cool you down a bit.

After hours and hours of pleasure, always teetering on the edge of an orgasm, you finally heard the phrase that promised you a different kind of relief. “Alright that’s a wrap everybody! good job” the burly men unhanded you, lifted you from the table and set you on your feet while everyone started putting the cameras away and breaking down the set. Your handler met you on the set, with a cup of coffee from a local cafe down the street. From the looks of it he actually stepped out during the shoot and you were ashamed to say that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact time he left. Jerry approached him and started complimenting your handler on your submissive participation during the shoot.

As you grab your clothes from the makeup set, Jerry hands your handler a parting gift of some the, cleaned, toys you used today along with permission to keep that puppy leather mask that you were still wearing, “the color suits you and besides we need you to be back here bright eyes and bushy tail when we host our live telethon broadcast for our official launch!”

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