2019-05-04 - spike - The New Shop 113

Author: spike
Title: The New Shop 113
Date: 04 May 2019

Chapter 113
It was back the next morning when I got to the gym, on the treadmill as usual.

It was a little slower this time. It’s movements a little… cautious, as if trying to avoid movements that caused it pain.

I stepped up and started mine.

“Are you OK, Blank? Jesus you took a beating last night.”

It nodded. “It was weird in the scanner, too.”

“Why?”

“That itch. It was only my face and chest this time.”

“Why? Any idea?”

“They fixed my eyesight in that scanner. I couldn’t see a thing more than a foot away before they did that. Said they were tightening my skin too so, I suppose they were fixing me up? Don’t know.”

“I think you helped anyway and you certainly gained a bit of respect from M. He said he didn’t feel comfortable calling you the blob anymore.”

We moved around the gym, all the exercises as usual. It pushed me, but I could see it was struggling so I didn’t push it so hard this time.

Just as we’d finished one round, M’s voice sprang into my head.

“Blank. Come to the rec room.”

I nodded. “Got to go, Blank. Just been summoned to the rec room.”

“Me too! Wonder what this is all… Oh god, I hope it’s my Master saying I can race.”

“Only one way to find out.”

When we got there, all the named and human slaves were present, the doctor included. We walked over to join them to find Q already on screen. Again, Four and Ten stood at his side.

He smiled. “Blank, step forward.”

The blo… I’m going to have to stop calling it that too. It did as it was told immediately.

“First, the results of your latest scan, and not just the injuries you acquired. You suffered a cracked rib, a fracture to your jaw, a broken nose and a mild concussion, Blank. M alerted me to what was happening in the gym and I reviewed the footage. You didn’t just surprise me, you astounded me. You stood your ground. You didn’t flinch or attempt to withdraw, you forced yourself back to your feet to take more. I’m impressed, Blank.”

“Oh shit, sir. Cracked rib? Concussion?”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be sore for a couple of days but after that you’ll be better than new. We fixed you up. Now, it seems you want to compete?”

“In the race? Yes, sir.”

“I have some good news in that regard too. The scans have caused my doctors to reassess your goals, Blank. You used to have an ideal weight of one fifty. Just over eleven stone. Your ideal weight has increased.”

It stood bolt upright. “Increased, sir? How?”

“Body mass index isn’t the be all and end all of physical fitness, Blank. Many athletes would be considered obese if nothing but that measurement was used. Muscle, Blank. Muscle weights a lot more than fat and you’ve been building yourself up quite nicely with all that time you’ve been spending in the gym. They now estimate your target to be fourteen stone, blank. You have only one hundred pounds of fat to shed now.”

“A hundred? I’m only a hundred overweight? Oh god, thank you, sir.”

“As a result, as you have reached your goal, not that you knew it, you will compete in the races. I’ve already ordered your dog suit and pelt to be shipped. They’ll arrive before everyone begins training. Welcome Blank. You’re one of them now. Fully.”

It collapsed onto its knees and without being taught it, as far as I knew, performed the thanking ritual. I suppose it must’ve seen it a few times while it was here.

“This also means your gym time will be much more restricted. You still have seven stones to lose, but now, your goal is a lot less drastic. A couple of pounds a month is adequate, as agreed but if it does begin to increase, you will be put on a stricter exercise regime again.”

“Two, sir? So… Blank’s stuck in the game for another year, sir?”

Q chuckled. “At least. That’s why I set that goal. I know now you’re capable of losing it much more quickly. The doctors have deemed you fit enough to compete. I suggest you attempt to use cunning as well as speed because with your size, you’re unlikely to be able to evade the hunters.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!”

“Step back, Blank.” he tapped on his keyboard and spoke again. “Blank, step forward.”

I pointed at myself. “Yes, you this time.”

I did so.

“I commend you, Blank. I don’t know if you influenced its decision to face Alpha but the fact you befriended it when most steered clear… Very well done.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I believe you have some jobs to do. Dismissed.”

The TV turned off.

I turned, grabbed Blank’s hand and shook it, signing with my other one. “Welcome to the club and congratulations. I’d be happy to call you brother.”

“Brother? Not friend?”

“Can’t we be both? You’re one of us now. One big happy family.” I chuckled. “So what have you got in store for it, sir?”

“I suppose I could reassign one of the blanks up there.” M pondered for a minute. “Yes. Blank, report to the shop floor. You can select any item of clothing in it that’ll fit you and stand as a shop dummy.”

I nodded. “Just like me. Permission to show it around, sir. Help it choose?”

“Very well, Blank.”

He tapped on his armband and both of us looked up at the ceiling as my voice echoed. “Go to the shop floor.”

No need to press any buttons, the moment both had touched the panel, the elevator doors closed and a few seconds later, we were there.

I walked around with it for a while. It picked up this piece or that. Rubber, leather, military, hentai…

“So, what do you think?”

“I didn’t look, last time. I just went to the scanner. I’ve never seen anything like this!”

“Didn’t think so. But what do you want to wear? You’re obviously XL right now and everything you’ve looked at comes in that size.”

“God, I am, aren’t I? I used to be XXXL! It’s all so… so… filthy! I… Ah what the hell. New life, new me.” He picked up a slave suit, one consisting of a singlet cut to reveal the nipples and bare crotch. Half chaps that ended above the knee with SLAVE plastered in white on the back.

“Good choice.”

“What about you?”

“From what they said, first time on display, we choose. I’ve been here a week. I wear what they give me. Try it on and bring it to the counter. They’ll smear something on one of your toes so you can communicate with the man behind the counter.”

“Who?”

“Could be Alpha… I think after last night he might be in therapy, the doctor thinks him breaking down could be a breakthrough. Probably the sarge. Eighteen was here too most days. And Beta.”

“That poor guy. Did he… He didn’t…”

“What? Oh, Eighteen? I don’t know how he lost them but he sees the dog as a godsend, apparently. He was confined to a wheelchair before. Now he’s free to run around again.”

It nodded, pulled on the slave suit and admired itself in the mirror. “I can’t believe I look good in it!”

“Yep. You might be one of us, but… I don’t know how long it’ll be before you get one of these.” I tapped my chastity. “Show off your junk while you can, that’s what I say.”

It clutched its sides and shook with laughter. “What would my mom think if she saw me now?”

“Just as well she never will. Are you going to miss her?”

“You know what? I think I’ll be fine, Blank. Thanks. If I’d stayed there…” It shook its head. “I said I was happy to be a slave, but fuck me, I am. I wasn’t just saying what I wanted them to hear. I… I’m XL! I’ll be an L before the year is out! I’m feeling better than I have since I was a kid and even then I was a bit of a blob and Jesus was I bullied because of it? I hope Alpha can train me soon. I want to learn to fight.”

I nodded and led it to the counter.

As predicted, it was the sarge. He smiled. “I can’t believe you’ve changed so much blank. I know Q said it but welcome to the club. A better club you couldn’t be a member of.”

It held up its choice.

“And showing some good kink too.” He passed it a mesh suit. “It should stretch enough. Put that on first, then the suit over the top. As for you…” He tossed me a mesh suit too before pointing at a pile of clothes.

I was in it in and dressed in minutes. I’m not sure which army it was, it was a different cammo to the ones used by Britain, the USA or Russia. The pattern on it was huge in comparison to others I’d seen. I looked down at myself. “Which country, sir?”

“Hmm… Ah…” he prodded my arm. On it, a flag with a blue cross in a white one on a red background. “I think that’s Norwegian.”

I nodded, hopped into the case and took up a pose.

The Blank took one opposite. It stood straight, arms by its side and froze solid. Not long after, I did too.
* * *
It certainly gained a lot of attention that day, the larger customers hovered around it quite a bit. Most bought something.

Seems it’s a hit at least.

As the day wore on, I… Oh god. Oh fu… Another program, one I’d not encountered before. Echoes of the pod, but I relaxed, I closed my eyes, and I allowed myself to be swept away by it.”

My hour of pleasure for the week, or did it last a month? It ended, faded, reduced gradually to nothing rather than a sharp cut off and it took a while for me to come back to myself.

I wondered if Blank was experiencing the same too.

Other than that and a few trying a suit, one trying a dog for an hour, little else of note occurred.

The day wore on, the store closed and the sarge turned off all our cases and released us.

It staggered out. It looked at me. “Fuck, that was weird.”

“You’ve been frozen a few times now, haven’t you?”

It nodded. “Seeing all those fat dudes ogling me, though.” It looked down at itself. “I… It was fighting the suit. I think it turned me on, getting all that attention! That pleasure hour helped no end.”

“Ah, so you got it too?”

It nodded.

“Losing all that weight must’ve reawakened your sex drive, Blank. Come on, let’s put our kit back on their hooks and get down to the gym. I could do with loosening up.”
* * *
The next morning after our workout, it was called forward along with nine others and they made their way to the store.

Next, I was called forward along with ten more and dog suits were dropped at our feet.

I sagged in relief. Oh god to be a dog again. I immediately started trying to get my feet into the suit Thirteen joined me to help.

“Your first time as a dog and it’s for three days. Then one day to rest, then, right back in there. You’ll be in it for a week, then.”

“Week, sir?”

“Trust me, you’ll love it.”

I tried to act clueless. As if I’d never worn one before but with a lot of struggle, I was in and zipped in no time, the tail added over the zip’s ring to hold it locked on and then, a click.

I recognised that click. It was the same one that’d engaged with my piss tube while I was a statue. So now the dog was plumbed in. I could piss through the artificial… I looked down at it and thought about Q, about his kiss, about his cock up my ass.

The thing rose to the occasion immediately.

“Fuck me, you… How did you do that?”

I cocked my head in that curious way, looked down at my cock again and allowed my tail to shoot up in mock surprise.

“That’s amazing.” It grabbed my cock and signed. “Do you feel that?”

I shook my head.

It shrugged.

I was… Well. Not Tyson this time. I’d have to resist the urge to let him out. At least until the first shelter during the race. I just hoped I could control him, let him know that he wasn’t a hunter but prey this time. That his only goal was the finish line without being caught.

I stood there for a few minutes before attempting my first step.

The sarge came over, knelt, petted me and spoke.

“Now what shall we call you… Trigger?”

I could feel my tail. I didn’t need to look at it. It wagged slowly.

“Indy? No… Dodger?”

My tail’s speed increased dramatically.

“Dodger it is.”

I nodded. I imagine I might be doing a lot of dodging before long.

For me, more of the same. This time, I didn’t play the incompetent dog. I followed the crowd in learning to walk. Slow, tottering, falling over at first. I ensured I was middle of the pack as far as my progress was concerned. Not too good, not too bad.

By the end of the first day, walking? Fine. By the end of the second, playing fetch, play fighting too and I could run.

I spotted Omega with that look of hunger, watching us. God, he really wanted to race but again, denied. Too many this time and I imagine it was still study time.

By the end of the third, a good sprint and then, much as I hated it, it was back out of the dog and given time in the gym to prepare. Time in the dungeon to have some fun.

I admit, I squandered my free time. I didn’t want to be out of the dog. I just wanted that day to end so I could be in it for the full week.

It was good to sleep in the cage that night admittedly. A chance to relax, to stretch.

I glanced at the blank opposite. “Oh god, I can’t wait. I loved being a dog.”

It nodded. “I’ve been waiting for this for months.”

“You have? How? We’ve not been here that long?”

“I have. Not for long, a couple of days. It was good to catch up with my friend though. God, this is weird, not being able to speak but being that dog…”

“You were here before? How?”

“He gave himself to them after the last races. Talked me into it. Paid for my entry.”

“And now you’ve given yourself to them too?”

Its shoulders shook. “No. No. Just here for the race. I’m one of the outsiders.”

“Which dog was your friend?”

“Muttley.”

“I saw him. I’ve seen the videos! He… didn’t do too well the first time, did he?”

It shook its head. “He does love it here though. After seeing that dungeon I do sort of understand but he gave up his life!”

“We all did.”

It nodded. “Still a shock though. Scared the shit out of me when I got the note. I wonder what they’ve got in store for us.”

“I’ve heard the sarge is hard on us. He’s ex-army. Really ex-army. Personally, I can’t wait. Oh god I want to be out there. Have you figured out the tail?”

“A bit of it. I can sense its movement but I’ve been told there’s a lot more to it than that.”

I nodded. “Sounds hard too. I hope I manage it. Only one way to find out. Anyway, goodnight Blank. Probably won’t find you again. Do you have a dog name, yet?”

I think I could guess. I was right.

“Bullet.”

I nodded. “Let me guess. Sarge named you?”

It chuckled. “How did you know? John, by the way. You?”

“Blank. And while you’re in that, you’re called Blank too.”

“Seriously. What’s your real name?”

“Blank. That’s the name my master gave me.”

“But they’re all called that!”

“Does your friend want to be called by its old name?”

It sagged and lay back on the pillow, signing into the air. “No. No, he insists on being called Blank too.”

“We’re slaves. Master decides everything about our lives. If he gives us a name, that’s our name. I like it. I like the fact I can just lose myself. It doesn’t matter which blanks get given which jobs, so, why worry? Total loss of control. Every single thing determined by your superiors. It’s what being a slave’s all about.”

“I’ll be glad to be Bullet again in that case. Oh god I’d hate losing myself the way you describe.”

“So, not tempted then?”

“I admit, the suit’s amazing and that tail… That good dog! Oh fucking hell, that knocked me off my feet! I… I’ll have to save up but I will be entering again. No chance in hell I’ll give myself like he did though.”

“If you think the good dog’s good, you’ve got to experience the pleasure. Proper pleasure. It lasts a hell of a lot longer and my God it’s intense.”

“How long?”

“Minimum of an hour. From those videos I saw, pleasure seems to be a major prize. Lots of it. You could leave with hours and hours of it. Keep your fingers crossed you do well because… Oh god, it’ll have you on your knees begging to be his in no time.”

“I’m almost tempted to lose! God, that good?”

I nodded. “If I hadn’t given myself to him already, that would’ve been enough to convince me.”

“But you’ve not raced yet, have you?”

“Not yet, but you get an hour of it every week anyway if you work well. The prizes… Hours more.” I shuddered with pleasure. “I’m going to hit the sack, Blank. I want to be ready for tomorrow.”