FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Hypnovember 2020, day 29: Bad end(Latex toy TF)
Themes:  unwilling / significant pain / assembly line
Word count: 4,064
Commissioned by: momo(private)
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Mochi awakes to darkness, his head still throbbing from where he'd been knocked out before he could react. He groans in a groggy daze, his skin prickling with the touch of cold, pointy metal all over his body. What happened...? Where is he? As his senses finally clear, he’s horrified to discover that he’s lying spread-eagle on some sort of metal object, his arms and legs firmly restrained.

“Ah, you’re awake. Took long enough.” A smooth, cheerful and heavily accented voice rings through the darkness, sending chills down the poor helpless lynx’s spine.

“Wh... who’s there? Where am I?” Suddenly, light bursts forth, forcing his eyes to water up as he struggles to take in his surroundings. He seems to be in some sort of warehouse... barren, rusted gray walls all around, and strange looming shapes in the distance... machines. This isn’t just a warehouse... it’s a factory. That’s when it dawns on him that the object he’s strapped to is in fact a conveyor belt! And it’s slowly inching forward, carrying him toward the sinister ensemble of machinery up ahead!

Mochi yelps and struggles against his metal cuffs in vain, fear welling up inside him. “Wh-What is this? P-Please, let me go!”

“Let you go? Please. You’ve proven to be far too... delinquent for that. So brazenly pilfering my wares, thinking yourself above consequences... I’ve decided that nothing short of my most severe measure of discipline will suffice for the likes of you!”

“Wait... what??” A faint memory surfaces... a shopping spree he had recently... and a nice gadget he’d swiped from some simple little store... hadn’t he paid for it? He struggles to remember. Either way, this seems rather excessive, doesn’t it? “W-what are you g-gonna do? And who ARE you?”

“Ohh, you’ll see quite soon enough, little one. And you won’t be needing to hear my name... the only thing you’ll know me as is Master.”

Before Mochi can force out a reply, the belt lurches to a stop, and his attention is caught by a looming, round black shadow; before he can attempt to process what it could mean for him, a pair of metal flaps swings open on the bottom of the object, unloading a torrent of sticky, shiny black goo right on top of him! It rages down on him with the apparent force of an automobile, covering his entire body in a split second, surging over his face and into his mouth and briefly suffocating him!

“MMMPHHH!!” Mochi thrashes in a panic, heaving against the goo pressing into his mouth; all over his body the cold, wet touch of the goo shows no mercy. a few seconds later the flow recedes, the excess dripping down through the interlocked metal components the belt consists of, and leaving a helpless, vaguely lynx shaped mass of liquid latex behind. He coughs and sputters, dislodging and ejecting a glob of goo that had gotten stuck in his throat. His cute brown and white fur is nowhere to be seen, now his entire body from head to toe is nothing but a glossy, dull black, still dripping with sludge. He quivers in abject fear, uncertain what this could mean for him, and struggles to speak again through the awful taste of the goo.

“P-Please... this has to be- HKK!... S... S-Some sort of misunderstanding! You d- don’t need do this...”

“Mmm, no... I’m not one to make mistakes in this regard. And I’m afraid there simply isn’t any other way! You have already sealed your fate, little toy~”

“Wait... wh-what did you say? I-I’m not a…” The belt lurches forward once again, bringing the dripping, shivering mass up to another large, looming metal object; this one has an ominous anthro-shaped depression on its bottom side... awfully similar in shape to his own body. The belt suddenly slopes upward a few inches, forcing his body along with it, and before he knows it he’s settled into a large, smooth alcove, exactly big enough to fit his body... and exactly the right shape, too, just like the shape now directly above him. Two halves of a mold. 

With an air of grim inevitability, the mold drops down with a hiss and slams into his body, the flat portions around him clanging loudly against each other. It presses down firmly and mercilessly, squeezing the latex into his body. Searing pain wracks his whole body, like his skin's been dipped in acid, and yet somehow it's simultaneously the most pleasurable thing he's ever felt. He lets out a muffled scream, completely helpless as his body is permanently altered. The pressure grows tighter by the second, the agony seeming to never end...

At long last, the mold finishes its grisly task and is lifted back into the air, revealing a newly converted Mochi; every inch of his soft and fluffy fur has given way to sterile, solid, shiny black rubber that squeaks and creaks gently with every little movement. His volume and mass remain the same as it was pre-conversion; the latex has truly replaced his skin, and to penetrate its durable surface would be to penetrate his very body. For now, his body is featureless, nothing but glossy black all over. 

“Wha... what have you done to me?!” He looks on in horror, struggling to process the fact that he’d never again see or feel his soft, comfortable pelt of fur... only this sterile, artificial material. This time, no answer meets his hollow words as they ring through the abyss. The belt lurches back into motion, promising very little time for him to recover from the ordeal. Indeed, before his breathing even slows down, several sinister robotic appendages comprised of tiny yet sturdy metal joints loom through the eerie darkness and home in on the poor lynx. First, one comes forward with a vibrator and presses it into his rubber coated length very aggressively. He quickly finds out that not only can he feel the latex as though it's his own skin, but it's a dozen times more sensitive, forcing him to moan and writhe uncontrollably! Once his shaft reaches its full length, another arm homes in and presses a metal chastity cage onto it, forcing it into a rather painful, awkward position. Mochi yelps and whimpers pathetically, still humping gently with his squeaky body. A third arm procures a tiny blowtorch and with surgical precision welds it into place, assuring it can never release another load again.

“N-No... Please...” Tears begin to streak gently down the lynx’s synthetic face. It’s obvious that whatever’s being done to him, it’s not intended to ever be undone. Once the cold metal is fused into place, a syringe emerges and is brusquely planted into the base of his cock. “GYAH!” He recoils in pain, and groans as the syringe is removed and stowed away. After a few seconds his length begins to tingle a bit, then without warning his arousal swells tenfold! He wails and moans, his cock pressing desperately against the cage like a wild animal thirsting to break free, and showing no signs of subsiding any time soon. He squirms and thrashes like never before, the urge to release filling him to the brim. Yet now release can never come... he’s been consigned to an eternal cycle of relentless, tantalizing, agonizing pleasure. The appendages all retract, their deed finished, but the process is far from over. 

Without warning his restraints shift, forcing his legs to point straight upward and spread as far apart as they can physically go, fully exposing his vulnerable tailhole. A new pair of appendages appears, each one carrying a long thin object, and headed straight for his vulnerable lower region. “Oh g-god... no, no, no... please...”

The left arm comes forward with a steel rod coated in a strange yellow substance, and slowly, carefully inserts it into his hole. He recoils and shudders as the awful, sticky substance coats the edges of his tailhole. The rod reaches all the way down to his prostate, then rotates and wiggles gently, ensuring that his pipe gets a full coat. After a few seconds the rod is pulled back out, allowing him to settle down with a groan for a few more seconds... but that wasn’t truly what he was afraid of. Rather, his attention is focused on the large rubbery tube, 1.5 inches in diameter and 8 inches long, clutched in the right arm’s grip and slowly lining up with his puckered and gooey hole.
 
 “Oh no... no no NONONO-!” The tube is rammed home with considerable force. He screams and wails at the unbelievable strain, his skin stretched so hard that tears well in his eyes involuntarily. Without mercy the tube is forced farther and farther in, one abrupt motion at a time, jostling his body and widening his rectum farther than ever before... until finally, the outer end of the tube sits proudly level with the surface of his abdomen. A fresh new toy hole, permanently available for use.

Mochi pants and trembles spastically, his spirit already hopelessly shattered. His new hole throbs badly, the unexpected addition to his body giving absolutely zero leeway for his hole to relax and close back up. No, this particular part of his body is going to stay wide open and inviting at all times, whether he wants it to or not.

Only seconds pass before he feels the rubbery tube quite intimately… fusing itself to him. The horrid yellow stuff... the glue... it now coats both the interior of his hole and the exterior of the tube, and gradually forces them to become one, dissolving the edges of his former pipe much like his skin before. As far as he’s concerned, this tube IS his tailhole now. And just to accentuate that point, another nefarious arm procures an abnormally long dildo, and forces it into his new hole; it slides in soundly with a squelching sound, firmly plugging it up. He writhes and moans in painful pleasure, vividly feeling it travel up his rear, and can only come to the grim conclusion that the awful tube has officially become one with his nervous system.

“Wh-...” At this point the poor lynx is so scared and mortified that he struggles to even speak coherently. “Wha... hahhh...”

“What happened? Why, I gave you one of your 2 reasons to live, of course. And now, here comes the other one~”

“Th... Th-th-th-the... o... o-oth...” Mochi trembles at the thought of what that last remark could mean. Is it still not over?! Sure enough, the same pair of long, horrendous instruments appears a second time... and this time, they’re coming for his face.

“NOOOO! P-PLEASE!!” Mochi thrashes with everything he’s got, desperate to keep that tube away from his poor maw... now that he knows exactly what it means. He’d never be able to speak again... even facial expressions would be mostly beyond him. “P-Pleeeease... PLEEEASE... PLEEA-HKK!” 

Struggle as he might, he remains completely helpless as the machine pries his mouth open with metal clamps, and forces the glue stick deep down into his gullet. He gags instantly, feeling as though he might pass out, but it doesn’t deter the machine in the slightest as it forces him to look up, allowing the stick to be pressed all the way down into his throat without interruption. He can only squeeze his eyes shut in despair as his flesh and gums are coated with that awful tasting glue; at this point, he feels all he can really do is just wait for it to be over. But things will only get worse.

Suddenly, he feels a pair of needles burrow their way into the corners of his mouth! He recoils and makes a pathetic, strangled noise as he feels them excrete something deep inside. As soon as they retract, the clamps holding his maw open retreat with them... and his heart plummets as he realizes the only thing that that could mean. Sure enough... he realizes he can no longer close his mouth. Not even a little. Nor can he even open it any wider. His jaw bones have been fused together into one piece!

As if the deed wasn’t final enough, more appendages venture forth, brandishing 2 small nails. His tongue is restrained to the bottom of his mouth, and in a brisk motion, the nails shoot straight down into it side by side! Mochi wails in agony through the thick slimy buildup of glue in his throat, his poor rough little member pinned down quite firmly to ensure that it won’t ever get in the way. It bleeds a little, but that little mess is quickly wiped away as if it’s nothing.

Finally, the tube comes down, more flexible this time to account for his neck. It slides in much more easily than the first one, but it’s by no means painless. Mochi gags and heave for all he’s worth, now falling back on feeble instinct to protect him. It’s futile, of course. He shudders in horror as the invader is brusquely, unrelentingly, painstakingly forced through his maw and down his throat, stretching it taut and plugging it so soundly that even the tiniest moans and gurgles are cut short; his mouth, if he can even call it that anymore, has been completely silenced. The only sound he’s physically able to make now besides the squeak of his rubbery skin is the shaky, raspy breaths through his nose. The outer end of the tube juts from his gaping maw, steadfastly remaining wide open, ready to take in any length at any moment.

Now that the worst of it is over, the poor creature has no choice but to settle down, heaving and leaking tears, as he feels what little space remains in his gullet being filled with soft, mushy rubber, expanding and sealing itself to the tube and his mouth alike, until all motion and life in that part of his body ceases for good. A second long dildo is pressed down into this hole as well, and once again, he feels it plunge through the ribbed tunnel as though it were his own windpipe; which, for all intents and purposes, it is.

The dastardly machinery retreats once again, leaving Mochi lying helplessly still, shivering and cringing as his cock, asshole and throat all throb asynchronously. At this point, he can hardly even be recognized as the same person anymore... or for that matter, a person at all. Not a single trace of organic matter remains visible; not only does nothing but sterile, black shining rubber comprises the lynx’s permanent new exterior, but so too has his interior been supplanted with sterile material at every possible location, with no purpose other than sexual service.

A few more appendages home in to perform the final step of the process. Mochi cringes in absolute terror, wondering what more they could possibly do to him... but these changes turn out to be far less traumatic. Several nozzles spray along his latex skin with simple streaks of cyan, giving his appearance a bit more of a flourish. Several oversized leather cuffs, sporting large metal rings, are strapped onto his wrists and ankles, and 2 pairs of plastic rectangular handles like those of a pooltoy are fastened onto his arms and thighs. The toy-to-be still squirms helplessly, heaving and fuming at the inability to express himself through sound even the tiniest bit. To add insult to injury, an extra large nozzle points at his caged member and buries it under an additional later of pitch black latex, until all that remains is a think round null bulge, with a bright pale blue padlock symbol proudly on display.

The machinery scatters once again, save for one final appendage... one carrying a strange, glossy, vaguely oval shaped object directly toward Mochi’s face. Before he can process what it could mean, it’s forcibly plastered over his eyes, plunging him in total darkness. A second later, a bright, flashing monochrome hypno spiral dominates his vision, instantly commanding his attention. Mochi inhales sharply with understanding, and thrashes more desperately than ever before. They’re not satisfied with taking his body, his dignity, and his voice... now they want his mind, too?! But yet again, there’s nothing he can do. The visor holds fast, impossible to shake free. He can’t look away, nor can he plug his ears as a deep, booming electronic voice is fed directly into his ears. 

“TOY WILL OBEY. TOY IS ONLY A TOY. TOY WILL NOT THINK. TOY WILL NOT RESIST. TOY WILL BECOME A TOY.”

Mochi tries to deny it... of course he’s not just gonna cooperate after all this horrible treatment! But he can’t exactly say otherwise... he can hardly even muster any dissenting thoughts, with how dominant the voice is.

“TOY WILL CEASE TO BE A PERSON. TOY HAS NO NAME. TOY HAS NO WILL. TOY HAS NO RIGHTS. TOY WILL SUBMIT AND OBEY WITHOUT QUESTION.”

It’s just so overwhelming... the lynx squirms pathetically, his body squeaking silently with those soothing sounds that are pleasing to his ears, whether he admits it or not. his null bulge still throbs pathetically, desperate for release, further driving his mind into a state of disarray. There’s just not much more of this treatment he can take.
 
 “TOY EXISTS TO SERVE. TOY’S ONLY PURPOSE IS TO SERVE. TOY IS NOTHING BUT PROPERTY. TOY EXISTS TO BE USED.”

Mochi can FEEL his mind caving in. The hypnotic reverie convulses and flashes relentlessly, driving his mind further and further into a helpless trance.

“TOY IS EMPTY. TOY IS MINDLESS. TOY WILL COMPLY.”

His ability to form rational, unique thoughts diminishes; only what the visor tells him rings true. Nothing remains to contradict what the visor says, so what it says must be the truth.

“TOY WILL ALWAYS BE A TOY. TOY WILL NEVER ASPIRE TO BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A MINDLESS SEX OBJECT. TOY WILL REMAIN A TOY FOREVER.”

The lynx’s struggles cease completely. His mind becomes empty and inert, absorbing every single word like a sponge. There’s simply no hope for what remains of Mochi at this point... and the visor is more than willing to finish the job.

“ALERT: NAME IS PROHIBITED. IDENTITY IS PROHIBITED. MEMORIES ARE PROHIBITED. TOY WILL PERMANENTLY ERASE ALL PROHIBITED DATA IMMEDIATELY. ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ...”

The toy lurches as it’s brute forced into submitting to the brutal command, its own faculties turned against it in order to firmly blot out everything from its mind that used to make it a unique person; everything that made Mochi Mochi. It rapidly fades from the toy’s simplified brain, never to return.

“TOY WILL COMPLY AND PERMANENTLY ERASE ALL PROHIBITED DATA IMMEDIATELY. THIS DATA WILL BECOME NONRECOVERABLE. TOY WILL NOT OBJECT. TOY WILL COMPLY AND ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ERASE. ...”

Over and over that one word slams into the toy’s mind, tearing its very structure apart. Memory of being a person and having a will of its own becomes distant, faint... then, finally, in one climactic moment, it disappears. Toy forgets its name. Toy forgets who it was. Toy forgets it was ever a person at all. After all... Toy is nothing but a toy.

“PERMANENT ERASURE COMPLETE. TOY IS A TOY FOREVER. TOY IS A TOY FOREVER. TOY IS A TOY FOREVER. TOY IS A TOY FOREVER. TOY IS A TOY FOREVER. ...”

The object lying on the conveyor belt shudders with mindless bliss, repeating the mantra endlessly, having been cleansed of the identity that weighed it down. No fear remains, no resistance. What would be the point? Toy is exactly where it’s supposed to be. Everything that’s been done to it was not only warranted, but necessary. Toy has a purpose to fulfill, and no reason remains to do, think, or be anything other than exactly what it was made to be. A toy. Forever.

At long last, light shines at the back of the room. The toy is slowly wheeled toward it, until it emerges into a simple, furnished room. The visor’s opacity is lowered, allowing the toy to see its surroundings while still remaining perpetually enraptured with the hypnotic light show. At the center of the room stands a confident looking anthropomorphic crow, chuckling as he looks upon his new toy with admiration. He speaks with the same cruel, accented voice the toy dreaded back when it had the will to do so.

“Mmm, this one came out quite well. I do hope Toy will enjoy its new life as my property.”

The belt comes to a stop at last, and the rubber lynx is released from its bounds. It moves its limbs in a daze, not accustomed to free movement.

“Heh... impressive handiwork, eh? Well, I suppose it’s time for the testing phase, eh?”

The Master strolls up to his toy, staring directly into its visor, and speaking softly yet with a certain firmness. “Toy will kneel.”

Instantly, the toy’s mind is electrified. A command, straight from its Master’s mouth! It hastens to jump off of the edge of the belt, and lower itself to its knees, staring eagerly up at its owner with its vacant visor and plugged fuck hole. This is it... this is what it LIVES for. Total, mindless, abject obedience. 

Master reaches down to slowly pull out the dildo in its mouth hole, and sets it aside; the toy’s hole immediately begins to drip rather aggressively with clear slimy liquid, excreted by the rubbery tube in much the same way as saliva, keeping it lubricated at all times. He eyes it hungrily, and procures his swiftly growing avian cock, which the toy in turn gazes at with profound desire.

“Now... toy will accept my cock.” 

He plunges it in and swiftly gets to work, grabbing the handles on the toy’s arms for additional thrust. Feeling that lovely cock inside toy’s new throat triggers something primal inside the toy; the urge to get that length off as efficiently and pleasurably as possible. After all, this is the one thing it exists to do.

In almost no time at all, the toy feels it; a mass of sticky fluid spraying its ribbed gullet, oozing gently down into its insides. The crow exhales with satisfaction, keeping his length well tucked inside so that not a single drop is spilled. 

“That’s a good toy. That’s all it is now, of course... my obedient little toy. There’ll be no thoughts of resistance, or freedom, or free thought, or any sort of mercy I’d afford to an actual person. Because that’s not what it is anymore... it is an object. A plaything. It exist to be abused. Is that understood?~”

Toy nods eagerly, exhaling with desperate horny energy, sucking up the last remaining traces of Master’s cum. Despite having no thoughts, it all but senses what’s coming next.

"Excellent~” Master coos, removing himself. “Now then... let's try the other end. Toy will turn around and bend over."

Toy’s heart flutters with pure joy as it quickly gets into position, exposing itself with gusto. It feels the other dildo yanked loose in a brisk motion, and then... the real deal.

Master fills the other toyhole with his length, driving the toy's nerves into a renewed frenzy of helpless lust. He heaves back and forth relentlessly, letting the toy have it in full force; it wants so badly to moan, to shriek, to make any sort of sound... but with no outlet to express its passion, it has no choice but to let it all boil on inside its mind. Its inert cock throbs like mad, and its gaping oral cavity leaks with spent seed. The treatment drags on… used, abused, violated on and on, with no respect for privacy or boundaries... it’s absolutely glorious. Toy wants it to last forever.

Not even 30 seconds pass this time before master's seed graces its body once more, oozing deep down into its modified body; never has it felt so acutely and utterly invaded, but with its firm understanding that its existence revolves solely around being used and violated, a spark of profound satisfaction rises up alongside it. Its existence is fulfilled. It is prepared to experience this over and over for all eternity if it's expected to. It’s nothing but a toy, and good toys serve and obey... Forever. It doesn’t get any simpler than that.~