2017-09-30 - spike - The New Shop 20

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 20
Date: 30 September 2017

Chapter 20
M held the suit up for me to examine. All I can say is, that was one fine piece of work. It was exquisite. It looked like it’d been made from one single sheet of black, shiny rubber. It didn’t even have any seams. Lots of padding though and not just for the legs.

“Rubber, sir? Won’t that mean sweat and lots of it?”

“It’s graphene, eleven. Same as your suit.”

“But”

“No, look.” He gave it a tug, it didn’t stretch very far and he pointed at the zip. “It’s precured. That’s what secures you in. The zip, also graphene, permanently hardened. Everything about it, graphene. It means it won’t scuff, it won’t rip, it’ll last a lifetime and just as my suit did, it’ll change as your body changes. If you end up in that for weeks on end, the way you intend slasher to, it’ll likely bulk up in unusual ways. It also means it’ll continue to allow any sweat the inner suit wicks out, well, out.”

I laughed. “God, and I was expecting leather.”

“Leather’s fine for play but for long term wear it does have its problems. The padding would need to be replaced due to wear and tear quite regularly on a suit like that.”

I turned it around in my hands, it had the expected dog face, a short snout, not the pug snout of a Rottweiler or Boxer but shorter than a Labrador. The zip ran from the back of the neck down the spine to just above the butt hole and the zip pull was odd too. It had a larger ring than I’d expected as if it secured to something.

Inside, nose tubes connected to the nostrils of the muzzle with little metal ends that obviously plugged into my human ones.

M nodded. “Those? Once they’re in, the tubes will seal around them using the same mechanism that cuts off your air. That function is then passed on to the tubes that go to the hood. I believe that’s the actual purpose of the tubes closing. They close around additions. I think with the muzzle being so far from your body, when you breath out its nose will gather condensation. Sign of a healthy dog, a cold wet nose.”

I laughed. “He’s thought of everything hasn’t he?”

“Well, they certainly seem to. It’s his scientists and engineers who produced it. He just provided the specs.”

The padding? Oh god was that thick? It’d certainly protect my elbows and knees and as I’d be walking on them for the next three days, I’d need it, but there was more. Something I hadn’t considered but the designers of this thing certainly had. The padding on the arms actually extended them another eight to ten inches making the arm and leg lengths about equal.

That should make walking a lot easier. I was expecting to be toppling forward a lot until I noticed that detail.

The rear looked odd. Almost as if… God that’s clever. It was designed to make the feet just part of the body of the dog. Conceal them. Make the dog look even more dog-like. The body of the suit bulked up a little to compensate.

I imagined it might get hot in there even without the sweat build up but, I’d asked for it. Now I was gonna get it.

M took it off me and laid it open on the floor by a mirror so I could watch my transformation. “The most difficult part, getting your legs in. It’s elastic enough to allow it, unlike leather. That’s another reason. Leather would be even harder to get into using this design but first...”

M removed my chastity. Again I looked at him curiously.

“Well, you do need to piss and you’ll do it just as dogs do. By cocking your leg. Can’t do that in chastity. Besides, you’ll have no hands to reach it.”

With a lot of force from both me and M, my feet first of all going in straight, a lot of smoothing and tugging, they found their new homes.

My legs were forced into a tight kneel.

He pulled the suit up across my chest until the arms were in place for me to put them in too. Another lot of forcing, tugging and smoothing and my hands found their fist mitts at the end, held up to my shoulders. I looked at the mirror. Now there was no sign of hands either, just two pairs of rigid, kneeless legs. I was utterly unable to communicate.

M fed the muzzle tubing out and into my nostrils and gave them a tug, satisfied they were locked in place and then pulled the hood over my head.

A little more manipulation all over and he went across the room returning with one of those sealant guns. I recoiled at the sight of it.

“Don’t worry. It’s just the same sealant used on Alpha, it’ll come off with the correct solvent.”

He sealed the hood around the goggles. The foot tubes were eased out though little holes I’d not even noticed and sealed too and then, with some final manhandling, the suit was pulled across my back and the zip pulled down. One final detail, my cock was pulled and manipulated into a sheath again covering my cock and balls, another tube sliding into the one already down there.

The suit tightened around me, restricting me even more. God, it felt… It felt amazing, that’s what it felt like. I’d never been in such a weird bondage before. One that seriously restricted but still allowed movement.

It was when he pulled down the zip I finally learned what that ring was for. He took a key, removed my core and placing the ring slid the new core with the tail through it. The moment the core was in place, he pressed his fob and there was a momentary judder as if the suit had frozen for less than a second as the new core engaged.

One final application of sealant around the plug and it was done.

Sitting, staring out of the mirror at me now was a perfectly black-gloss rubber dog with the most amazing tail I’d ever seen. Long with slick, black hair.

Then, a final touch. He put a collar around my neck and applied a padlock and leash.

“No way out of that now. It can’t be cut. It can’t be unzipped because the core locks the zip in place. The zip can’t be broken, it’s graphene too after all. I… Yes. I like that. As long as you’re in dog form, I think I’ll call you… Tyson.”

I laughed. I liked that. Then I looked at the mirror and saw the tail was wagging.

I cocked my head at M curiously.

“I see you like that name too. No. I didn’t activate anything. No need, you did that yourself. Remember, Q said that sensor detected more than just jaw movement.”

My tail shot up erect in surprise, then started wagging again. I decided to experiment. So, it could detect basic emotions? I thought about Bethan. About never seeing her again. The tail dropped between my legs almost immediately but the moment I saw it, it started wagging again.

I loved it. It was amazing.

“Tail. Success. Bloody amazing success. I’ve never seen anything like it! Now… Try the jaw. All the instructions said was you need to open your human jaw, not that you can but it’s the intent that matters. Then close it again.”

I opened it. Closed it. Repeated it a few times with varying speeds. Opened it slowly and then snapped as hard as I could. It did exactly what I told it.

M left the room and returned a minute later with an old frayed knotted rope.

“Let’s see how much grip that jaw’s got. Bite.”

I bit down hard on it. He tried wrenching it from my grip. I decided to play along and mimicked dogs I’d seen playing this game. God, these jaws weren’t just for show! They had an amazing grip too. No teeth though so I couldn’t bite anyone. Just rubber grips.

I looked up at my Master, my tail wagging. His shoulders shook again.

“Tyson…”

Then he pressed something on his other arm. It sounded a little like him. Maybe he’d not tweaked the voice setting finely enough.

“Good boy.”

The wave of pleasure that struck would’ve knocked me off my feet if I’d been on two right then. Oh fuck it was a good one. If it meant more of that I’d play the dog to the fullest. I’d do anything to get more.

“Come.”

He walked out of the room.

Now for the tricky bit. Walking. I realised then the design was even more ingenious, the padding didn’t just protect my knees and elbows it actually gripped further up the arms and legs preventing much pressure at all from being applied to them. The extra padding on the arms had a rigidity to it too. I placed my front left paw forward, then my rear left and immediately toppled over. It was a struggle to get back up, but rolling into a kneel and lowering myself down, I managed eventually.

M poked his head around the door and saw.

The slightly off voice again. “Come, Tyson.”

I took a deep breath. Right then… Left front. Right rear. Right front, left rear. That worked.

I slowly, very jerkily, stumbling but correcting myself, made my way to the doorway and then to M.

He picked up the leash and led me to the elevator and down to the gym.

Finding my feet took hours but by… Well, I don’t know what time, I did manage to get a handle on it. He walked me mercilessly that day. Around the gym, around the court. When it was clear I’d mastered that…

“Stay.”

He set aside his other armband, speaking to me only with the limited vocabulary available to the dog training one.

He wandered over to the closets and returned with a tennis ball.

Fetch, roll over, play dead, sit, beg, walking to heal. Every command a pet dog traditionally knew, I did. I mastered getting up from awkward positions, I even started running after the ball by the end of it.

Of course, mistakes were made. Running back with the ball I lost control and careered straight into him almost knocking him off his feet. I learned what bad boy meant then and vowed never to feel that again.

By the time the day was done and we returned to our cage, I was thoroughly exhausted and aching all over but at the same time, I’d never felt so free. I was in the most restrictive suit I’d ever experienced but I’d learned not only to walk in it but to run, frolic even.

I was denied all possibility of anything but the most basic communication but I loved it. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Not only freedom from all the stresses of work but freedom from even needing to think of anything beyond when the next ball was thrown or when the next wave of pleasure would hit. Freedom from being human itself.

When we got to the cages, another surprise. No more sleeping on my Master’s bed as a dog. A dog bed lay beside the cage. It was just the right size for me with very soft bedding.

He tied my leash to a bar of the cage, climbed in and slammed the door shut behind him.

I turned around in my bed three times, deciding if I was going to be a dog I might as well act like one and lay down to sleep.

“Good boy!”

Another wave of pleasure. I squirmed in my bed relishing in it and soon, I was asleep.

I woke before the cages unlocked and shoved my nose through the cage, nuzzling his hand. He leant up on his shoulder and reached down to stroke me. Stroking in these suits, being petted, I… I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay in this forever but right then, that minute, I wanted it.

I wanted Master Q to provide a permanent suit to turn me into a dog forever. I never wanted out of this situation. Surprisingly even the aches of the last day were gone. I wasn’t even experiencing any cramp, possibly due to all the exercise.

The beep, the clang again and Joel and M exited their cages and lead me back down to the gym.

The slaves all gathered ‘round again and I could see from their body language they were staring at me, awestruck, disturbed, horrified I didn’t know, but I noticed a few gestures.

“I’d like you to meet Tyson. When eleven saw a dog suit in the store, it had a few suggestions for improvements. This is the result. Master Q not only approved of them, he loved them and made sure a suit was made. In fact, more than one suit. We have six and trust me, that suit is full of surprises.”

Oh god, they had no idea. I glanced back and giggled to myself as my tail wagged.

“At the moment we have more than enough to do the work required. So… Any volunteers?”

A few of the slaves looked left and right, perhaps hoping someone else would step forward first. A couple looked incredibly uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot, hand over their crotch.

Blank 2 stepped forward closely followed by blank 3, the shoplifter. Two of the other slaves stepped forward too.

“Very good. It won’t be today but it will be soon. Now, who wants to play with Tyson while I do my workout? He loves a good game of fetch.”

I cocked my head at M. He’d called me he! So, objects were below animals in the scheme of things were they? Another reason to love this. Well, maybe not below, but different.

Two, six and one of the unmarked blanks stepped forward.

“Very well. Fetch a Frisbee and a couple of tennis balls. Go.”

They ran off to the other end of the room while M began his workout.

What started as a game of fetch ended in a little doggy teasing. Doggy in the middle if you like. Trying to catch the balls or Frisbees as they were passed between them. Frustrating and enjoyable at the same time and a bloody good workout.

Then, down for my first clean since being suited. This needed to be done in the kneeling position and two smaller tubes were connected to my foot tubes. Something I’d never seen before. Obviously for sucking out the liquids because the feet weren’t flat this time.

I froze to the spot and the cleaning began.

Then, up to the shop floor and M spoke to me using his voice for the first time in a day.

“Today’s display, master and his dog. We’ve had some fun with this one. I’ll still be in my case but you can be frozen outside one. The leash connected to your collar goes to the case where it’s been glued, the handle of the leash glued to the inside. This should look pretty good.”

I took my place and he froze me with his fob before taking his. Then Joel turned on his case and took his place behind the counter.

This time, I was facing into the store rather than the counter. Able to see customers examining the stock, browsing and being drawn to us.

Of course, there was no possibility of communication at all and Joel didn’t even speak to me, I was just a dog, just an object on display.

We attracted a lot of attention and during that time I found one of the other additional features. The tail, being connected to the plug could be pulled and that triggered an electric charge that caused my sphincters to contract, to tighten, to hold the plug in place and the harder the tail was pulled, the more my plug was held in but fucking hell. Even a slight tug hurt, just as pulling a real dog’s tail must hurt in fact. They didn’t turn around and snap at their abusers for nothing after all.

The tail pulling happened a few times that day before I saw Joel going into the back to seek out something or other when… movement. Oh fuck.

Someone was picking me up. Two people. The one in front looked young, blue jeans, varsity jacket… Then I was moving towards the exit.

Oh fuck again. No! No! You can’t! You…

Then we passed the threshold.

Instantly, my goggles blackened, the air cut off and the pain began to build but to make things even worse I couldn’t even see where they were taking me.

The pain wasn’t like the pain of the fob demonstration. If anything, it was worse. It was similar to the pleasure program, but tuned for pain and much stronger. It didn’t just slam into my ass at full intensity. It played, it swooped in, it changed constantly and I never knew what to expect next. There’d be seconds of nothing and then wham! There’d be a gentle build up to incredible agony which would then end abruptly and all the time, the lack of air.

I was losing it, losing my mind, my self. Losing… losing… ahhhhhhhhhh ffffffffu…