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Vamero was quite pleased.
He had been waiting for months in the volunteer queue for the Factory, the money offered was incredible and...well...the suits looked damn sexy. The first time the green and grey wolf had seen one of the suited figures on the street he had nearly lost it right there, he had needed to run home...
Of course he had heard about the Factory's opening and the various legal issues that had seemed to disappear over night, but while he had been intrigued by the news articles it hadn't really seemed real until he had seen that muscled, shiny figure following docile behind its owner.
That night he had gone home and looked up the Factory, becoming excited when he had seen the volunteer list, was shocked at the pay being offered, and then he immediately had signed up, only to find out there was already a long, long waiting list.
Finally the day had come and he pretty much skipped over to the lavish entrance that was reserved for the volunteers. There were marble colonnades and over stuffed couches, and the wolf had waited in wonder at his surroundings until he had been called into the Raven's office.
Vamero had been extremely nervous, hearing all kinds of horror stories about the bird, but the small avian had been pretty friendly, smiling, and joking as the lupine had signed form after form, he had barely read them all, he was to excited, he requested that he keep his own coloring, and after a few moments of thought the purple-eyed raven had agreed.
After that it had been a whirlwind of preparation, a physical and other tests. Finally the wolf had been shown into an empty room with a slight depression in the middle. The actual suiting had been pretty gentle, the sleek rubber gliding almost lovingly up his fur, drawing out a moan as it had pulsed along his member, oozing up his body, hugging every curve. Everywhere that it touched buzzed with pleasure, and the more of his fur that disappeared beneath the glistening mass the more intense the feeling had become. As the writhing latex had squeezed itself around his head, it had almost bashfully touched his lips and as he opened his muzzle it had flowed into and down his throat, where it coated his insides, thoroughly. The suit hugged him all over tightly, waves massaging him from his ear tips to his toes and reverberating through his rock hard member, buzzing up into his tail hole and throughout his insides, for a moment it felt like his whole body, inside and out, had been on fire with sensation.
As the suit had adjusted itself to him, Vamero could hear the sensuous whisper of his new symbiont in his mind, he hadn't panicked, having been warned about this as a volunteer and the voice had settled into a gentle and comforting buzz in the back of his mind.
Now he stood looking at his new self through the lenses of the shining mask that was his face. The full length mirror showed himself, but sleek, shining in the white lights of the room. He smiled, running his considerably longer, coated tongue over his now smooth and blunted teeth. He could feel the ridges and bumps that now covered the inside of his mouth, the new rubber slave grinned as he twirled, glistening in the mirror.
Suddenly he felt the suit come to life again, his legs forced themselves into a kneeling position, the rubber spreading out underneath him reforming, he felt the digits on his paws thickening, becoming almost useless, cute, stubby mitts . Slots in the walls opened and lacquered straps crawled out of the holes, snaking their way toward the now almost prostrate wolf. Vamero's arms curled up on their own and the straps lashed themselves forward tightening around his limbs and trapping them in that position. He tried to cry out, to protest, only to find that the mask had sealed his muzzle shut.
The process continued, curling his arms and legs into useless nubs, he was now forced to walk on his elbows and knees. The slave could feel the suit forming thicker pads at his joints and there was no discomfort as he fell forward. The lupine breathed heavily trying to calm himself down, all of a sudden it hit him, he laughed, feeling the gag disappearing from his muzzle as the latex sensed his realization, he was being prepared for his new owner, who apparently liked a little pup play. The suit gave him a full body hug, pleased at its charge's responses.
Vamero wagged his tail getting excited as the doors to his conversion room slowly opened and the start of his new job began.