Frysco was once a gryphon anthropomorphic, but that felt like ages ago. He was a sex toy, a plushie, and now a tree. He stood there as a tree as Robin, a 'mostly' cheetah anthro with a gender Frysco had no idea what they were stood there, about to change them into another form.
 
'Now, I WAS going to change you into one form.' Robin communicated mentally to Frysco, the tree who could only feel and think for the most part. 'But I have another idea for a form to give you for five days. I have NEVER seen anyone destroy or otherwise harm these forms, so I would be extremely impressed if you managed to change that somehow. You may feel a little strange, just stand still, and let me take care of everything.'
 
Frysco still couldn't believe he heard a voice that wasn't his own thoughts. To hear a voice in his head, any voice, felt like a miracle. He wasn't sure how to think back to her, and it had been so long since he spoke with another person that he felt almost as if he were going to go insane after being a tree for so long. He had several questions for Robin, besides their gender.
 
Frysco felt his body shift and transform once more. He felt his various leaves drop from his body while his many branches and roots pulled back into his trunk form. The roots retracted into two grey fox legs, legs which Frysco originally had in his first form, a form that he had so long ago. He expected his head and arms to return, but the trunk continued to retract and pull in on itself. His paws were still rooted into the ground as well as the transformation continued.
 
"You're going to feel some strange sensations with your body." Robin explained. Their arms reached up and down and stroked Frysco's tree form. Rubber replaced the trunk, but the upper half of Frysco's body wasn't forming. "I also require that you be female for a time. You can always speak up if you're against that."
 
Frysco would roll his eyes if he could. As his ass came out of the trunk, he felt the vibrations of the dildo in him again. He was amazed that the dildo could last so long in his ass and still vibrate. It brought him never-ending pleasure, although by now he had grown used to it. He could feel his lower half returning to a semi-normalcy, but he had one big problem with the new form that he was getting. His upper half was nowhere in sight. He could sense that Robin did such a thing deliberately.
 
'You recall the servants around the club, do you not? It likely has been some time, but the servants are rather special. They have some...interesting accommodations, abilities, and unique aspects about them that I think you should experience. Consider it a promotion from a tree, but still working your way up the proverbial ladder.'
 
Frysco didn't know how long ago it was. He vaguely remembered the servants. The servants ran around with trays attached to them, and heels at their feet. He felt his body shape start to resemble his old self, at least the lower half, but something felt wrong with his feet. Sure, he could feel Robin turning the smooth skin between his legs into a vagina, but there was something with his pawed grey fox feet. He also recalled that the servants, while they had the lower half of anthro forms for the most part, were also living rubber instead of flesh and fur. He could tell he was much the same, as while he had his lower half back, he didn't have fur. Before he could think too hard about what was going on with his feet, he felt Robin carry him away.
 
'Of course, you must be properly equipped so that you may service others properly. I don't have the ability to do that, but we have ways that we can. You might feel some strange pinching.' Robin communicated.
 
Frysco quickly realized as he lost his tree form that he could move around again, but his movements felt stiff. He wondered why Robin would allow him to move freely, but then again, he was also blind, deaf, and mute. He was literally a pair of walking legs, and helpless at Robin's mercy. While he technically had a female lower half, he kept referring to himself as male.
 
Frysco felt Robin carry him somewhere, and while he wasn't set down, he felt his new cunt penetrated by a dildo. He was still in the standing position, but his paws dangled in the air with a dildo in his new cunt.
 
Robin's voice came in again. 'Don't think I forgot our little promise though. No orgasms, even female ones. Once we've set you up, you will be treated like the other servers. This includes no special treatment and talking from me. I'll see you in five days, I have work to do.'
 
Frysco was left wondering just where he was, and what Robin set him up for. He felt a breeze on his feet, and the soles of his paws felt far more sensitive than he recalled. It was so long since he had his normal feet that he wasn't sure if sensitivity was a thing that was normal or not.
 
Just then, Frysco felt a furry paw grab his ankle, and a high heel push onto his foot. Unlike most high heels, this one came with a dildo that slid right into a sensitive spot in Frysco's paw. It was then he realized that he had vaginas on the soles of his feet! It explained the feeling of wetness and arousal down there. It was so long since he had feet it took him a moment to remember that vaginas on the soles of one's feet was not normal.
 
Frysco felt another high heel go on his other paw, and then another dildo in his new cunt. He couldn't question what they were doing, but just accepted it. He then felt a small poke, but this time it was accompanied with a twinge of pain. Frysco suddenly got a sense of where he was in the club. He couldn't quite tell 'where' he was in the club, but he got a sense of the solid matter around him. His feet flicked upwards every now and then, afraid to touch the floor. He now understood why the servers constantly pranced around. With cunts on the soles of their feet, it was any wonder that they could stand at all! Frysco could also sense other things attached to his body, one at a time.
 
Frysco could sense that he had more vaginas on his torso than just the one between his legs, but a cunt in front as well. He felt a furry hand push a dildo into the cunt, and then strapped a tray on top of his half-torso body.
 
After some more adjusting, Frysco felt the furry hands place him on the floor. His high heels immediately pranced up and down on the floor beneath him as every time he put pressure on his paws, he felt the dildo from the heel push in more and provide a wave of pleasure throughout his body. He felt all sorts of things attached to his body, and he wasn't sure what they were. He pranced in place, unsure of what to do.
 
Frysco's fur stood on end when he felt someone tug a rope attached to a clit ring on his cunt. He froze, but only briefly as he turned to the one that pulled the rope. He wasn't sure 'who' pulled the rope; he just knew someone did.
 
Frysco couldn't even think about his situation. Any time he tried to think, he felt the dildos in his many cunts, and he had to keep moving about as well. He felt a furry hand smack his own furry ass as he rushed out, just following where the hands told him to go.
 
Frysco could sense he was in a crowded place. He felt many hands grope and fondle him. He could only briefly think about how Robin was right. There was really no way anyone could damage him like this, at least not in a way that the staff couldn't fix. He just had to last five days as a server. Surely, it couldn't be too bad. Especially spending all that time working, time would just fly by.
 
Frysco was confused at what he was doing. He was oblivious to how the servers used him. He felt hands smack his ass and cause him to go in one direction, and then his clit ring pulled, which caused him to stop and prance in place for a few moments before he felt a smack of his ass again before he rushed off. Sometimes, he felt people put things on the tray on top of him, and then he felt people remove those things. He could sense his surroundings and not bump into anything, but he still barely understood what he was really doing there.
 
There came a point when Frysco felt someone pull his cord, and then he froze. He then felt someone grab his body and hoist him up. He was confused at what was going on. He didn't think five days passed, but then again, it was hard to think at all when he was walking around with vibrating dildos in the vaginas on his feet.
 
Frysco tried to keep himself still as he could while someone carried him off. He was confident that it was a person working the club carrying him. Surely, nobody could carry him out of the club. He felt the staff put his feet into place and lock them into position. The staff didn't quite pull off the shoes from his vaginal soles, but just enough to lock them into place to charge the batteries on them, though the vibrators continued to pleasure Frysco's feet. He then felt two pipes attach to his cunts and shivered from the cold sensations. It went from dildos to pipes. He hadn't orgasmed once during this whole time either and he knew he was unlikely to with the alterations made on his body. The pleasure was intense, but he could think better now than he could when working.
 
Frysco realized that the drainage pipes were meant for something for him to use it on, so he relieved himself in those pipes. Urinating, he hadn't even thought about it all day until he felt the pipes attach to his body. He could only imagine that the club treated all the staff this way. He wondered how they ate though if they even needed to do so.
 
As if an answer to his question, the pipe in front vibrated before it unleashed a clear liquid. Frysco jumped as much as he could, though he felt restraints around his waist holding him up. The drainage not only took in his piss, but it spurt out a fluid that Frysco could taste! The taste was like medicine, and extremely uncomfortable. He tried to twist and turn, but it was no use. He felt as if he were a statue on a pedestal, one used for cleaning on the outside, and the inside. He couldn't imagine the other servers enjoying this. Then again, he didn't know what the other servers thought at all. It wasn't as if he could interact with them or ask them how it tasted.
 
Frysco wished he knew more about the other servants. He could sense them, but he could do little else. He was blind, deaf, and mute. He could still feel, and he felt so many hands up against him at the club. He was half-surprised he didn't feel cocks on him at night as he did in so many other forms, except for the tree which just had a vibrator in his ass for a year. This was worse though. He had not one, but two vibrators in the vaginas on his feet, and then drains up in his other vaginas, which shook and vibrated as well!
 
Much like when he was a tree, Frysco didn't feel himself ever fall asleep. There came a time when his mind drifted off and he blanked out for a long time before he felt more hands on his body, and the dildos placed back on the cunts between his legs before more hands smacked his ass, and he went right back to work.
 
While working the floor, thinking still proved hard, though Frysco had brief moments where he felt hands stroke his nether lips. The stroking made him wonder if people actually paid to have sex with the staff, and if someone ever paid to fuck the staff's vaginal soles. He thought how strange it would be to fuck someone's foot like that. Surely, a foot couldn't get pregnant though, right? There was no way for it to. Besides, who would want to fuck a foot anyways? He then realized exactly 'where' he was working, and 'what' Robin transformed into the past few days. There probably were people like that, and there likely were people that paid to fuck the staff. He just hoped he wouldn't be one of those clients if the club members could fuck the servants. He just had to keep going for...he wasn't even sure how many days at this point!
 
Day after day, the routine was the same. Frysco tried to keep track of the days, but it was no use. He then tried to keep track of the times they put the strange pipes in him, but he lost track of that as well. He had no idea how these servants kept up what they were doing for so long, but he was impressed! This form was nothing short of intense with the vibrators in him almost all the time. Whether it was luck, or because there was a rule that said the club members and staff couldn't fuck him, he made it through the five days.
 
Frysco felt the staff smack his ass and lead him somewhere after what he felt like five days were finished. He then felt the staff adjust him and remove all the equipment from his body, including the heels. Unfortunately, Frysco could not walk without those high heels. He tried, but the moment his foot touched the floor, he felt a twinge of pain from how sensitive his vagina was, and how hard it was for his foot to hold up his body with a vagina at the sole of his feet. Luckily, the staff carried him to his next destination. With the clit ring removed though, the enchantment to tell where he was also left, so he wasn't sure where he was going.
 
Frysco felt two furry hands on his body, and then he could feel his form shifting again. He felt a sense of relief that his legs retracted, and his cunt legs vanished. Two staff held him in place while he transformed so he didn't fall.
In fact, his entire upper torso was coming back, as was his head! As his eyes reappeared for what felt like years, he blinked rapidly at the sight of a bright white light. He couldn't believe it. He was finally returning to his normal form! Well, he lacked wings, arms, and legs. He felt his beak reform, but it was sealed shut. The first thing he saw as his eyes readjusted to the light was Robin, who smiled at him wickedly.
