Mirabelle Bjorkman has wandered through the park in an almost blissful, dream-like wonder for quite some time.. the skunkgirl having been drawn to so many of Taystie's events and attractions.. but always as an avid observer, never a participant. This time though.. the mischievous, dirty-minded skunk found an opportunity too good to pass up. 

The sprawling '[b]Petting Zoo[/b]' at the edge of the ever-expanding Park was her destination for today. Although there were many areas for exotic, fantastic creatures and things.. Mira herself was drawn to one particular area, which seemed to be focused on more mundane farm life except with its inhabitants all clad in a whole menagerie of restrictive rubber suits, mixed with seemingly 'normal' livestock animals. 

The activities varied as well; breeding, the most common.. milking a close second. Some animals were locked away in cramped cages, humiliatingly abused or neglected for whatever reason. This was definitely not a cruelty-free farm~

Although there was an extensive selection of costumes left unattended, none of the employees acting has 'farmhands' seemed to be free.. "Mhmm.. there's just [i]so[/i] many kinky options here but.. I dunno if someone should be helping or not.. or maybe someone will try one on first~"

Salisha the Mascot Just happened to be in the Petting Zoo to test a new product. Thankfully, finding volunteers to help was no hard task; Crowds just seemed to materialize around the synth-skinned salamander...and she welcomes it, fingering a band of black latex shaped like a collar, complete with pink-metal heart-tag, "So...who wants to come over here and help demonstrate how easy it is to be a pet with this little toy right here?~" 

Mirabelle had been frozen in place for several minutes, both too afraid to continue on her own.. but also determined not to run away from a potentially fun time yet again. Fortunately, it seems like this place was picking up.. several people pushing through the suddenly timid skunkgirl. But soon enough, Mira finds herself positioned only feet away from the famous mascot, having seen her in passing or at one of the many debaucherous events she hosted.. but now she was front-row, centre to oh so easily volunteer for the dangling collar.. she had just got here, but that's what the Mascot was offering right, a chance to try out being a pet..?

"Me~! Oh please pick me I wanna be your pet soooo bad~!" Before she can miss this chance, or gets cold feet, the skunkgirl thrusts herself forward, roughly to her knees in front of Salisha, paws clutched together in a begging position.

Mirabelle was just one among dozens of feverish guests trying to get 'chosen' by the Mascot, but if from fate or from sheer luck, Salisha deemed the skunk most-worthy apparently. She marks her with a smile, and draws her over with a curling, beckoning finger, "What's your name, cute-thang?~" she asks rhythmically, the reality of the moment perhaps not yet setting in for the skunk...

Mirabelle can hardly believe her luck, something had compelled her to volunteer and.. she had been chosen~! Before she could fully think through the potential repercussion of said action, she crawls herself over, still on her knees.. her body suddenly slow and unresponsive from all of the sudden attention. 

"Muh.. Mira.. my name is Mira.." Only once directly in-front of Salisha does the skunkgirl give herself a chance to look around.. seeing an ever-increasing crowd locking all of their eyes on the two of them, center-stage for whatever was going to happen next. The skunk's wide eyes eventually being drawn back to the dangling collar. 

"I uh.. uh.. .. is that for me?"

There is a collective groan from the other prospective (and crestfallen) volunteers when Mira gets picked instead of them, but it dies down before too long. It wasn't a total loss after all...they still all get to ogle Salisha's naked body in the living (and uncanny) flesh. 

"Indeed it is. Here, hold still [i]Mira[/i]...not that you'll keep that name for long...~" she reaches down then to place the collar around the skunk's neck. Here it seems to meld and warp on contact, sticking to fur and skin, the circular band sealing without lock or strap, "There...how's that feel?~"

Mirabelle wiggles in place from the teasing remark about her name; she had just given it to the towering mascot, and was immediately told she would not have it for long. That was...quite the tease. 

"A-ah~! Yeah I guess.. you can rename me if you'd like.. a nice pet name for the time I spend as your pet~" 

The skunk was either willfully ignorant of what she was volunteering for, or just too caught up in the moment to really think it over. Either way, she shivers with delight as the fateful collar slipped around her neck. The sudden fusing of the collar is a bit of a surprise, cut-off mid-breath as it constricts around her neck, absolutely attached to her skin and fur, with zero trace of a seam or method of release...not that the future-pet knew that yet. 

"Nnnf~! That was.. really tight.. but its.. warm and nice.. especially coming from you, thank you for letting me try this, what am I wearing next~?"
"That's all you'll need!~" Salisha giggled, the Mascot taking a practiced step back and to address the crowd as the collar began to grow and spread out from it's original spot.

Shiny, black latex trails over Mira's fur, bringing with it nothing but warm, tight, and [b]good[/b] sensations, 

"As you can see, conversion is automated, taking upwards of just a few minutes to fully convert any organic being into a living latex construct...like your's truly...~" she says with a flirty wink and a twist of the body, showing her synthetic curves off to everyone at large.

Mirabelle feels a burning hotness grow in her body emanating from her collar as she tries to follow along to Salisha's words.. soon realizing the collar wasn't just a prop denoting her as a 'pet'; it was going to be the instigator of her change. 

"Nnnn.. this is.. it..? I thought I'd get.. one of those suits.. what's this collar going to-- Aa-ah~!" 

Her question is cutoff as the black latex flows out from the sealed collar, working its way across the skunk's body, converting her soft fur to rugged, living latex, leaving the poor girl to squirm on the dirty ground as she comes to terms with the sensation of her body being converted and encased. 

"W-wait.. just like.. [b]you[/b]..? But.. but.. I don't want to be a Mascot.." Mira whined.

"It's also true that personal reactions may vary...for example, it seems our little test subject here is experiencing quite a bit of shock and...pleasure?~" Indeed, as the latex spreads, there was a thrumming wave coursing through her body, surging through flesh, coming across as sexual in nature. 

That only became more the case once the rubber was sealing over her breasts, moving down her arms, and inching ever closer to her crotch. Her clothes seemed to dissolve in it's wake, breaking and falling apart until they disappear completely into small puffs of white smoke, "Be glad you didn't have an allergic reaction...else you too would be evaporating as well...~ [i]1 out of 4 people typically do...~[/i]"

"And you're not going to be a Mascot dear...oh no...that's reserved for those who [b]EARN [/b]that right and honor...~ What [b]YOU [/b]will get is a chance to be a Mascot's [i]pet[/i]...so long as you shape up and obey.~ I won't tolerate anything less then perfect!~"

Mirabelle was trying to stand up like a person, but the waves of pleasure rippling through her body made her knees weak, only able to thrash herself about, paws rubbing against her body, both groping her now-rubbery breasts and roughly stroking against her needy crotch, all to greedily relieve some of the lust overtaking her body. 

But even throughout the intense conversion, Mira's mind is still there, although it's struggling to follow along with the Mascot's teasing explanation.. "L-lots of pleasure.. o-oh it's so [b]good[/b]~!" 

The changing woman doesn't even seem to mind when her clothing poofs away and figures the '1 in 4' comment was just a tease...right? 

"A-aahah.. good one.. guess I'm just lucky.. ohhh that's right I'm a [i]pet[/i], please I'll do whatever it takes.. I promise to be [b]perfect~![/b]"

"The subject's behavior and mindset are two big factors for not just how the process is done, but ALSO what the final product will look like...~ All of this is controlled by the billions of nano-bots scouring Mira's body right now, each a part of a localized hive-mind driven by semi-randomized algorithms. Let's see it in action, shall we?~" 

Salisha looks down to Mira then, tentatively licking her lips for a moment as her tail gives an idle kick and sway from one side to the other, "[i]Down...~[/i]" she tells her, her voice full of firm, but loving, authority. 

"Then beg...~ Beg to be made nothing but a dumb rubber pet, to be cared for and loved by your owner forever and ever...beg like it's all you've wanted your entire life!~"

Mirabelle had no idea the collar was capable of so much...so her mind races to keep up with the changes moving through her body, her darkest fantasies and desires being drawn up to the surface, sub-consciously driving the direction of the nanites. 

Even after realizing she shouldn't be thinking all her depraved, kinky thoughts.. she can do nothing but imagine herself completely changing into a new, rubber-pet life, how she thought all this was going to be temporary and superficial, but really deep down, she craves to be completely sealed in and corrupted, wish not just for the life of a pet, but a particularly abused and needy one...

And so the converting rubber pet instinctively follows through with the command, pressing her coated body down as low as it can go in a pathetic display of submission, with only her weirdly animate tail flicking from side to side, her head bowed as a urgent and lustful set of words come to her lips, only vaguely aware she's really speaking them, 

"Nnnff.. Please please~! This pet wants all that her owner is promising and more, lock me up forever and ever and treat me like the naughty, filthy pet I should really be~!!" 

Even after those words, Mira can feel the nano-bots adjusting to the new parameters, making the increasingly changed skunks more rigid and animal-like, preparing to shift her into her future life on all fours.

"Lock?~" Sali repeated with a tilted head, "What a curious choice of wording...~" 

Sure enough, as the latex spread down over her nether lips and soon turned them flush with pleasure, latex sinks inside and through her, seemingly touching and tuning every nerve it passes and forcing Mira to the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm that can't seem to ever fully come. The hole seals up then, but the feeling persists, leaving just a round, smooth, protruding bulge in it's wake. 

"Looks like she just made herself orgasm-locked....whoops!~" 

A deep, pulsing desire to touch and fondle that bulge would fill the skunk then, but before she can really act on it, both arms and legs have turned stiff and straight, the joints of her knees and elbows simply removed...forcing her limbs to stick out straight and awkward, while hands and feet all expand, blowing up into chubby, cartoonish approximations of skunk paws, rendering them completely and totally useless...

The skunk was so very close. She thought the welcome invasion of living latex flooding her needy slit and filling her womb would be enough to give her a powerful orgasm, eagerly anticipating it and many more to come. But.. still at that precipice, the corruptive latex begins to seal and harden itself all throughout her body, but it was the area around her crotch that proves most notable, as her pussy disappeared under a growing, needy bulge, never to be seen again. Instead, all the poor pet was left with was a humiliating rubbery mound, not too large but well exposed to be fondled and played with. 

"Nonono that's not.. what I meant.. I'm soooo close, why can't.. I gotta be able.. to cum.. pleaaaase~"

With the rubber-skunk's kinky thoughts still in overdrive, her secret desire for being constantly horny with a complete inability for release was only pushing her thoughts to even darker places, especially as she feels her limbs awkwardly tense up and straighten out, forced to watch her paws balloon into comical proportions, their only use now is supporting the weight of the rubber pet and nothing else. 

Unsure of what to say, as clearly her own thoughts and words were being used against her, Mira does her best to move around with her completely rigid limbs.. still not completely aware that her joints were not just locked in place, but [b]completely[/b] removed~ Anyone watching would have free reign to touch any part of her body as she does her best to circle around within the attentive crowd's reach..

Below the neck, Mira was pretty much coated completely in shiny, black latex, her tail the last to get that rubbery sheen, a coat which compels it to stick skyward, curling permanent and aloft while ass-cheeks engorge into jiggling, pliant mounds, their twin masses spreading out in seemingly all directions from underneath that tail, 

"It bears noting that conversions such as these are as total as they are irreversible. Every cell inside her body will end up as just another pinch of ageless synth-rubber:  Taystie Park's pride and joy!~ What's our secret to making toys that can last forever?~ I'm not at liberty to say...and if I did, [i]I'd have to kill you!~[/i]" 

She joyously exclaims as Mira's asshole swells as well, becoming like a simple tube embedded between her massive cheeks, plain and generic as can be, more sex-hole then butt-hole, "Look at that! Without a pussy, her other hole is picking up the slack!~ She's gotta be fuckable somehow, right?~ Still, I doubt there'll be any orgasms in her future...poor thing...~"

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Having received an invitation from Salisha, Lily made her way into the crowd of the Petting Zoo. The too short dragoness growled softly, weaving her way forward and toward the front of the crowd. Though rare, any children or guests smaller than her were simply pushed or flicked out of the way with her muscular tail. 

Taller children and adults though, the ones she could not see over, the dragoness granted new forms that better fit the zoo. Some, she warped into horny, stinking apes and monkeys that began to mate openly on the spot. Others she warped into dogs, cerberus, and other simpleminded canine creatures.....

After finally arriving at the front of the line and having left a long string of warped, now fucking beasts in her wake, the dragoness finally was able to peer over and examine the poor rubbery creature. 

"Hmm..... another beautiful work from the Mascot it seems." She remarks, just loud enough for the new skunk to hear.

 Mirabelle feels her body growing out as her body completes its first set of changes, every part of her from the neck-down converted into said synth-rubber, the same as Salisha's own, just in glossy-black and having that 'new-rubber' smell and feel which, as mentioned, is rated to last an eternity...~

With her new heavy body, the rubber-bound pet collapses to the ground, once again in a display of submission with her face pressed against the ground, her now-plump ass raised and accessible. The Mascot's words drift through Mira's addled mind, but again she seems to find a way to treat them as just exaggerated teases...perhaps a kind of defense mechanism to cope with the sudden change in her life. 

Still, she refocuses her thoughts as she feels changes occurring once again.. her puckered asshole inflating to a large, comical size, a grotesque mixture of animal and sex-doll.. even managing to gape itself as it craves any kind of attention. 

"P-please.. I need to be played with.. I'm so close I'm sure I can get there~! I'll take anything in me~!" She rolls her head towards the dragon, eyes humiliated but desperate as she guiltily hopes she was the one to play with her.

"Do you like being this way?~" Sali suddenly asks, looming over the skunk-turned-skunkdoll, "What does the crowd think?~"

She wonders aloud, "It's still not too late...the head and mind are always left till last...if I stop it here, then maybe Mira will remain Mira...sure, she'll always have this useless, silly, four-legged toy body, permanently stricken with eternal arousal...bleeding into her every thought and desire...stripped of all dignity and higher purpose...~ Yes...we [b]could [/b]leave her like this...but [b]should [/b]we?~"

She looks to the crowd to poll their reactions, but finds Lily among them, a friend, and greets her with a knowing smile, one that seems to silently ask, "What do [b]YOU [/b]think?"

Lily stared back with her crimson eyes, examining the rubbery creature and her collar. "If you want to play, you should be better at playing the good girl.... if you can even be called one as you are now." 

The dragoness giggles, leaning forward over the skunk, now close enough that Mira got a good view of the softer-scaled cleavage as the dragoness firmly grabbed that rubbery bulge which now occupied the skunk's crotch. Lily grinned devilishly at the skunk..... and then squeezed with strength well beyond what Mira was probably expecting from the dragoness' 4'7" frame. 

"Of course, pleasure and relief are not always without consequence, are they Sali?" She gave the Mascot a nod as she finished her remark.

Mira has to finally come to terms with reality. With how much her body has now changed, people around her were already seeing her more as an object, a thing..,with only her unchanged head reminiscent of her former self, and now that too was being threatened.. 

"N-no.. wait.. I like being.. this way but.. t-this is enough.. we can stop.." Her unsure protests are quickly drowned out by the enthusiastic crowd, her panicking head swinging from side to side and her awkward, helpless body trying to find a way to potentially push through the thickening crowd.. 

But before she even has a chance, Lily has her soft, but intensely strong hands wrapped around the rubber-skunk's exposed bulge. That one squeeze completely deforms the squishy bulge, forcing the pet to the ground once again, now a completely exposed squirming mess, paralyzed with near-orgasmic pleasure as she's now no longer able to voice any coherent protests to any of the teasing words promising even more changes, "[i]Nnnn..~[/i]"

The creeping latex seems to have made up it's mind, as Mirabelle could feel it crawling up her neck, inch by inch, while an inferno of pleasure soared through her, released, and spreading out from, her plump, squishy, and infinitely squeezable bulge. 

As the rubber came up under her chin, she felt her jaws begin to tighten, the skin of her lips turning firm before puckering outwards. She couldn't open nor control them anymore, and before she knew it, her gums, teeth, tongue and everything else inside her mouth had either been removed or absorbed into a single textured tube, but like the one her butt had become...a hole just made to be fucked. And any words she tried to force out of it would only come as sputtering squeaks, as helpless as they were cute...

Mira lets herself go to the mind-numbing pleasure, the cascading pulses of pleasure coming from her squished bulge too great to resist. Her mind wanders to dark places, and that's more than enough for the latex to finalize the conversion. Mira writhes in guilty acceptance to the changes.. 

Thanks to the crowd's cheers, the teasing words of encouragement for the rubber pet to go all the way and that well-timed explosive grope was enough to overcome any resistance her twisted mind had to offer...

The rubber creeps in over her face, and only when it began to enter her mouth did she feel the sickening tightening of her jaw.. going completely rigid before dissolving into rubbery goodness, her teeth, tongue, all too quickly merging into the rest of her changed body. 

Mira realizes all too late her ability to communicate was really being taken away for good.. especially with her helplessly bound paws.. she was now even more vulnerable trapped in this state. That thought sends a flurry of incomprehensible squeaks and moans from her vibrating, humiliating tube. It all certainly sounded squeaky and needy, but it could be interpreted a whole bunch of ways~ "[b]S-Squeeeaak~!!~![/b]"

Not that anyone really does. Sometimes first impressions were all you'd get, and when you were a near-impossible, rubber-coated, and speech-impeded toy with a bulge for a crotch and two unmistakable sex-toy holes front and back...well...people tend to make assumptions...

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Lily beamed down at the rubber skunk. "Well, seems like you fit the bill better now, don'tcha?" She giggles as she sticks a clawtip into that helplessly open O-ringed mouth.

The dragoness slowly pushed in her entire finger, rubbing it around on the slick, moist walls of the creature's mouth-tube. Then, Lily began to piston her finger in and out, through that useless, toothless hole even as her other hand began to time bulge squeezes with the sliding rhythm of that finger-thrusting motion. 

"You're too easy, which a lot of the mindless visitors are going to love. Just think of how much use you'll get by visitors and staff alike...."

Mira is also forced to think about Lily's words.. The implication was that she was going to be a pet for Salisha, being her personal pet, but that was never promised at all to the far-too-willing skunk, not that promises even meant anything at this point. 

The squeaky toy was unable to voice any corrections to the statement of extensive, public use. She no longer had that luxury...

Salisha the Mascot seems delighted by the sound Mira makes, and rewards her with a patronizing few pats on the head as rubber slowly rushes up over her scalp and her ears become like little round rigid ovals, spaced equal and unmoving on either side of her subtly reshaping head, her skull changing just enough to both disguise and disfigure her former identity, her facial features getting smoothed out, turning rounder here, flatter there...making her more and more like an cheap toy...a rubber sculpture that looks enough like a cartoon skunk to be acceptable....to be [b]good enough.[/b]

Liquid rubber was invading up her nose, over her eyes, and in her ears. Soon, her gaze turned unblinking and glossy...eyes lacking in detail, just staring forward with dead emotion. She could feel the latex begin to encapsulate and cover her brain now too, sinking into her every groove, every wrinkle...until it was in [b]every thought...[/b]a smooth, blank latex snuffing out her intellect, her awareness, her [i]personhood[/i]...even threatening her entire sentience...

"You know everyone...while it's clear Mira won't fit as a name anymore...I'm starting to doubt that [b]ANY [/b]name will. She's looking to end up every bit a toy and nothing more...~"

Mirabelle has one last desperate attempt to try and think her way out of this. The nanites should respond to her thoughts right..? But the feeling of having her entire head reshaped, her skull squishing down and her shrinking brain, it senses itself losing any chance of stopping this...[s]not that there ever was one[/s]. 

The increasingly vacant-eyed toy is forced to stare down at its reflection in a nearby puddle.. watching her cute, feminine features warp into a vague, cartoony caricature of her former self.. Beyond that of even a pet, but a completely helpless, utterly cheap, and infinitely disposable little...[b]toy[/b].

And then.. the rubber rushes in to finish its job, to completely wipe away any former trace of the too-eager skunkgirl. 

The rubbery body twists about best it can as it tries to protest against the drowning sensation of its mind being consumed.. the corruptive latex working its way into its very brain, already doing so much irreversible damage as Mira's last gasps come out only as intense squeaks and pleasured writhing, growing stiffer and stiffer...


Meanwhile Lily nodded. "I'm inclined to agree, Sali. I mean, just look at that smooth, blank face...." 

The dragoness trailed off as she withdrew her finger from the skunk's latexy maw, sending a trail of rubber scented drool dribbling out of the fuckhole in the rubber skunk's face. 

"That vapid, frozen stare. It really seems to be just a toy, doesn't it?" Lily sneered at Mira, and gave the skunk a harsh tap on the nose. "Certainly there will be almost nothing left of the old Mira by the time the nanites are done with her...."

[sub]"[b]S-s-squeaaak~!![/b]"[/sub]

Mirabelle begins to leak blackish goop out of her compressed skull, squished out of her toy-like ears and mouth, unnecessary thoughts and essences being forcefully expunged from her body, coating the dragon's claw as discarded, rubbery drool. 

More and more of her brain-turned-goop being squeezed out from the harsh tap, hurrying the destruction of the skunk's former mind.

And eventually she stopped moving all together...her body going completely still, frozen upon those four round, peg-like legs. 

Salisha just observed, rubbing her chin, "You know...this collar was supposed to make a [i]pet[/i]...not a [i]toy[/i]..." she mumbles, besmirched slightly. 

But she soon shrugs and a giddy and pleased grin marks her face once more as it usually does, "I'll make sure to let the lab know of all the tweaks that need to be done...~ Still, I consider this a rousing success, all and all, even if what's left of Mira is bound to end up in a toy store instead of a pet store...~

She steps closer, now addressing Lily more fully, "Or maybe she should go up on a prize shelf for one of the carnival games? Or perhaps you or me could claim her...Then again, she [i]was [/i]such a lovely example...it might be best she goes up on display behind a screen of glass, to serve as an example of total toyification and permanent orgasm-denial...~"


But though she was quiet and unmoving on the outside, inside, Mira's ravaged head was a blistering sand-storm of urges, needs, and desires that beget only more of the same...a place of pure, unwavering sensation...without thought, without self...just one concept, one purpose, being beaten, again and again, "Use me! Use me! Use me! Use me!" It's what has become of Mira thoughts and feelings and experiences, the cycle an endlessly repeating trap that she pitifully ill-equipped and incapable of escaping....

Mirabelle Bjorkman gives one last wiggle before going completely still, all of the toy's agency stripped away, left to helplessly rest there in its solid but malleable state. The last fading bits of Mira are left to wonder if this was an unavoidable outcome, one she just happened into, or if only she had brought this upon herself...

Either way wasn't going to matter to that disappearing mind, all of her thoughts and mental processes being singularly focused on one idea: She needed to be used.. [i]it [/i]needed to be used.. [i]it [/i]was nothing but a toy... 

[b]Use me! Use me![/b] Display case? No~! [b]Use me~? Prize~! Toy~![/b] [b].. Denial~![/b]


But none were privy to Mira's last moments before she succumbed to a toy's one-track and totally thoughtless nature. Lily and Sali just continued to converse, like two old friends having a chat over tea...

"A display would be appropriate. I suppose..." The dragoness muses, scratching at the base of one of her curved horns. "There's so many possible ways to make use of such a blank toy though. You could stick her into one of the kennels down here and let the dogs have her for example. I'm sure they'd love to have another squeakie toy." 

She gives the drooling skunk another harsh poke to the snout, making the poor thing ooze out even more brain juice. "That might be a fitting place for one so eager to give it all up. A good place for a toy to be slowly ruined, don't you think?"

Salisha thought long and hard, even if truthfully the remnants and remains of Mira were far from her problems now. They were no one's really, as she was just an object, plain to see. As close to inanimate as one can get..

In fact, no one but the most trained and experienced of Taystie Park appraisers could find any meaningful difference from an identical skunk toy churned out by an assembly machine and the original one made from Mira that sits here now. Salisha had half the mind to commission such a toy line, only to toss Mira in a pile of her clones and forget all about her...

But something about Lily's suggestion stayed the Mascot's hand. She smiled, then nodded, "Let's see how long she'll last when given all the use she could ever ask or wish for...~"

Mirabelle had a fading, dim awareness of just exactly how toy-like it was at this point. It was no longer unique in any way, so dangerously close to the identical copy of a whole slew of similar [i]disposable [/i]objects. 

Any thoughts of being treated otherwise rapidly extinguished within Mira's fading mind. It was only focused on being used...at any cost...so desperately willing that every part of its constantly-teased being craves any promise of release, no matter how slight, fleeting, or pointless...yet it was completely unable to make that wish known. It could only wait and hope...and with a body built to last and never age, boy did it have plenty of time for that!

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