You seemed extremely excited on you first day of work. You were only a temp, a simple employee on a contract through some third party employment agency, but that didn’t matter to you. You coveted the ecstatic notion of being hired by the Transformation Foundation, even if it was through the involvement of some middle-man company. The Foundation had been a household name since you’d first sought employment. You saw us as trend setters and pioneers in a virginal field filled with opportunities. Our products were the subject of excited talks all over the world, some controversial and some the eager chattering of starry eyed fans. No one could ever predict what marvelous change we could invent in their lives with the most mundane of commodities, but the public was always in active anticipation to see. You were often among the flock, standing in the proper lines of our commercial locations on our auspicious release days and pre-ordering from our stock every time the opportunity presented itself. You never would’ve imagined the day would come that you’d be work with us, and the mere concept of being in our employ was exhilarating to you.
The first time you walked through the double doors of the Transformation Foundation’s main office and to my front desk, you were grinning from ear to ear. A blush of excitement touched your cheeks and your eyes had a dewy glimmer. I chuckled upon seeing such a childish expression of wonder sloppily smeared across your face, but I ultimately remained objective and professional in addressing and welcoming you to out business as a coworker. I gave you your complimentary gift basket, standard for first day employees, and you were utterly flabbergasted as I explained the purposes of every employee-exclusive item, from the “grow back stronger than ever” aftershave and the “Alpha Wolf: they’ll be humping at your leg” cologne. You’d never heard of the Foundation offering such effective merchandise before, but I explained it was likely that you’d never been to one of our main locations before. Our storefronts were interesting and marketable in their own way, but here, in a true Foundation, we were able to create fantasies I assured you could only previously dream of. You seemed a bit intimidated by the idea, saying it sounded a bit unsafe. I took care to assure you that no harm would never befall you as a product test subject. After all, we only aimed to improve our customers. Why would it be any different for our employees?
On the way to your new workplace, I explained the intricate details and technicalities of your position, the boring rigmarole of proper paperwork and such. I endeavored to keep the topic lively, but eventually I simply ensured you it was sure to be the most boring part of the job. The rest was fated to be steeped in excitement. You were about to ask how I could be so certain when I came to a sudden stop and ushered you through a door after traversing a confusing jumble of hallways while we talked. Inside was a pleasingly comfortable and lavish office. Several modern-styled desks were arranged around the room with matching office chairs. There was a small selection of bean bag chairs, however, and the desks themselves were lined with cartoonish figurines and toys. The entire room had a relaxed atmosphere that welcomed you further inside. I showed you your desk, already pre-decorated with a collection of Transformation Foundation promotion art and collectibles. A touch-screen monitor greeted you by name once you sat down, recognizing you through the camera adhered to your desk. When you asked what the purpose of the recording device was, I explained it was often preferred you kept video logs of your work. It wasn’t uncommon for employees to become too distracted with their product testing to give a detailed and complete typed report.
I then drew your attention to a small container, no larger than a mailbox, located at the other end of your desk. This was your inbox. Any product was intended to be tested by you would be dropped in this box before you arrived, and it was your duty to thoroughly test it by the time your shift was over. You questioned if it was only going to be one product to be tested every day, scoffing at the extremely low work rate expected. I simply scoffed in return, remarking that you’d be sure to see why by the end of the day’s shift. You seemed perplexed by my deliberately vague and dramatic answer, but I offered no further clarification. Instead, I wished you luck and left you to your first day.
Your jaw nearly dropped to the floor when you reached into your inbox and pulled out a sizable silicon shaft. Your eyes went wide and your breath suddenly became caught in your throat. You were doubtlessly laying eyes on a dildo. It was clearly meant to imitate its real-life counterpart. The actual shaft had the same design and proportions as an actual man’s penis. It was a fair size too, at least the size of your own cock if not a tad larger. At the base of the phallus were also a pair of pendulous balls, though they were inhumanly stiff due to their artificial components. You looked the object over, wondering what you’d gotten yourself into. You stared at it, contemplating how you could approach me about testing a different product instead. While you turned the item about in your hands, you thought about whether you’d have to quit your job if I refused to respect your wishes. You unbuttoned your pants, thinking about how rare an opportunity it was to work at the Foundation. You stood up to shed your trousers and were already digging your thumbs beneath the waistband of your underpants as the concept of losing the chance at your dream job filled you dread. You found a packet of lubrication, poured it onto your hand, and slicked the dildo with the substance. You decided it was going to be hard, but you weren’t going to violate your standards for the sake of your occupation. Unbeknownst to your conscious mind, you lined the subconsciously lined the dildo up to your behind, and all intelligible thought left your head as it was plunged deep into your backside.
This wasn’t the first time you’d explored your nether regions for the sake of pleasure, obviously. You might have even been agreed to testing the product had you been informed of its intimate nature in advance. However, it presently didn’t seem to matter. Like lightning arcing up your backside, pleasure enveloped and overwhelmed your person. Your eyes shot wide. You gasped, the pure intensity of the sensation leaving you momentarily mute, before emitting a howling scream of pleasure. Your entire body spasmodically convulsed in sporadic patterns before you were left shaking like a junkie in withdrawal. Your grasp, still clamping onto the base of the dildo with seizure-like intensity, shook with the rest of you. The dildo spastically teased your innards, jabbing into your areas of sensitivity and throwing you into further fits. The sensation crashed over you in sensual waves of pleasure with every unintended thrust, and a gasping moan left you lips for every surge of euphoria.
You long since had lost your footing and were now leaning into your chair, your ass lifted from the seat to afford your hand the space to further stimulate yourself. Your cock was fully erect, not that you noticed or particularly cared at the moment. You were leaking precum out of the tip of your erection at profuse rates, coating your shirt in the white ooze. Within minutes it clung to your person with all the starchy staying power of cement, and only more oozed out to join the gooey puddle of cock snot after further continuous stimulation of your prostate. It wasn’t until you’d been mindlessly fucking yourself for what seemed an eternity of pleasure in your diminished mind that another screaming shout of euphoria escaped your mouth. You jerked, your cock throbbed, and a geyser of semen spewed forth from your aroused member, striping you with cum from your forehead to your lapful of pooled precum. You relinquished one shuddering gasp of pleasure and looked to your screen to read “testing session recorded” just before your eyes fluttered shut. Exhaustion-induced slumber overtook you.
When you awoke, it was to a gentle tickling sensation at your torso. You giggled, still half asleep, and gingerly waved a tired hand at whatever was toying with your tummy. Your fingers rested against a round, leather object. It proceeded to tickle your fingers as well with some wet appendage before you felt the same damp teasing at your limp cock. You jerked awake, now sitting bolt upright. A waist-height figure backed away from your chair as you realized you’d fallen asleep at your desk with your pants down, and before you could even come to terms with the bizarre choice of a resting place in such a state, you identified the thing now regarding you with curious, simple eyes. It was a nude man. He appeared to be wearing some sort of leather mask or hood meant to emulate the head of a dog. His hands were bound in a similar material to restrict them into paw-like fists. A rubber tail even protruded from some anal fixation to further the canine theme. Upon seeing the faux dog’s wagging rectal fixture, you remembered the dildo. Your hand reached to your backside, slipping between your cheeks for the sex toy, only to find nothing was there. The mysterious object was gone.
It was then that you heard a grunting cough from behind you and followed by an apology on the “pup’s” behalf. You spun around in your chair to see a second man sitting at another one of the desks. Though you realized that you weren’t the prettiest picture at the moment, dress shirt drenched in cum stains and with your trousers around your ankles, but he was certainly a sight to see as well. He was easily over three-hundred pounds, rasping heavily with every breath. He looked disheveled and grungy, as if he hadn’t seen a shower in weeks. It wasn’t until later that you learned he hadn’t left the chair you found him in for over a month. He’d been testing a new type of potato chip from the Foundation, and with every bag they brought him, he ballooned out to obscene proportions. He explained to you that he’d started much like you had yesterday, excited at the opportunity to work for such a prestigious company, but after that first bag of potato chips he had found he wanted nothing more than to quit. Sadly, he couldn’t leave his chair, let alone walk all the way to the front door of the Foundation even if they let him. All the while, he needed those potato chips like an addict needed his fix. He often tried to resist. You’d watched him on occasion. He’d stare at the bag, drool pouring out of his mouth and pooling onto his shelf of a stomach, for minutes at a time before eventually breaking down and hurriedly ripping open the bag and scarfing down the contents. Over time the minutes became shorter and shorter before he’d break. Eventually it only took mere seconds until the increasingly blubberous man was devouring his newest bags of chips and eagerly waited for more.
You found out that the strange dog-man was a product tester at the Foundation as well. The fat man said that they’d been hired about the same time, but while the fat man was given chips, the dog-man was given that mask. Then his hands were tied up into paws. Then he was happy to receive a tail. The fat man said that there little of the man he was hired on with in that “wannabe canine” now.
As for your story, you tried to resist the products you were testing over time. You were obstinate when I dropped off the newest samples at the beginning of every morning. The fatso would tear into his bag of chips, and the pup would happily be sucking away on his newest toy. You wouldn’t even look in your box as I deposited your item though. You told me that you would never become like the other product testers. With your pants down and shirt caked in cum, you’d demand I release you. I always chuckled at that and simply replied that the exit was always open. I’d leave you to your business after that. I never once expected you to leave, and you never disappointed. When I’d come back to check on your progress for the day, I’d find you with your feet on the desk and the newest toy in your hole. The camera is turned on as it is automatically set to do once it recognizes you sampling your newest product, and it begins streaming our newest fetishistic advertisements online. Your eyes would be glazed over in euphoric bliss, a dumb smile smeared across your just like the first day we met. It was clear that, despite your protest, your greatly enjoyed your job, so I decided to start challenging you.
Then came the porcine edition, a large twisted thing that came in the shape of a spiral. After several weeks of the usual dildo fare, the newly forced addition to your repertoire brought a new expression of horror to your face upon laying eyes on the beast. I savored the image. As was normal, you ranted and raved as to how your were never going to use such a thing. You informed me it was demeaning as you slowly removed your pants. You told me, as you lathered the irregular sex toy in lubricant, that it was a violation of your rights as a person to even insinuate you should engage in such an obscene act for pay. You were in the midst of lecturing me on what a swine I was for treating you as less than a human being when you unconsciously shoved the beginning of the dildo into your ass. Then the rest of your message quickly degenerated into a series of porcine-like squeals.
Being a corkscrewed by nature, you pushed the dildo up your ass twist by twist and squealing the entire time. By the time you were finished, you were on all fours next to the pup. He was clearly excited to have playmate, eagerly lapping at your face and then your fully erect cock, but you clearly had other matters on your mind. Like a pig on the hunt for truffles, you grunted and snorted with your nose to the floor as you inched closer and closer to the fat man’s desk. He was still enamored with his newest bag of chips at the time, so he didn’t notice you wriggling your way underneath the desk and to his feet. There you found your prize, the most delicious smelling crumbs that you’d smelled in your entirely life with another snort and another grunt, you began to lick and scarf down the leftovers on the dirty carpet floor from the fat man’s messy, ravenous eating. I laughed as I watched your body subtly but quickly begin to develop a new layer of fat with every small morsel you scavenged.
Now it’s become a daily occurrence. You’re not allowed clothes anymore. Those are for respectable human beings, after all. You’re only allowed a jockstrap stained white from your erection’s constant drooling. It’s also easier for you to have constant access to your hole that way. At the beginning of the day I now find you fingering yourself, grunting and begging for your pig cock back. You watch eagerly as I give the fat man, now easily over a thousand pounds, his chips. You only finger yourself faster as I give the dog man his newest canine dildo to suck on. Then I’ll cheekily smile at you as I drop something into your inbox. You don’t argue anymore. You don’t give grand speeches as to what you deserve or what you need. You quickly clamor for the dildo, twist it into your ass, and begin grunting, squealing, and fucking yourself like a good hog.
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