Date: Wed, 20 Jul 2022 14:12:38 +0200
From: Depravpig <depravpig@orange.fr>
Subject: Morphed into a pig Chapter 17

`'Let's go pig.''

He released my wrists and ankles, unlocked the door.

Once I crawled out of the cage, he removed everything on me.

Except the cockcage.

`' Go and have a shower with the soap pig then come back here. You have
five minutes.''

I crawled quickly to the bathroom, jumped in the shower for a wash with
the smallest piece of soap ever.
I had barely some time to dry myself before my time was up.

I crawled quickly back in the bedroom.

He was dressed in combat trousers, a black Fred Perry T-shirt and a pair
of Doc Martens that definitely need a good licking.
He threw my tracksuit at me with a pair of dm's without laces.

I dressed a quickly as I could still on all four. I didn't want top get
in his bad book before tonight. Or later for that matter.
Once I was dressed he put the rubber collar back around my neck, put a
leash on it and dragged me behind him going downstairs and through the
hallway.
I was about to get on my feet as he opened the front door.

`'STAY.''

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

He dragged me on all four on the sidewalk to his car.
There was no one on the street but I felt as if I was in complete public
display.
The feeling of complete humiliation was overwhelming but I knew it was my
new normal.

I expected to get in the boot of the car and I stayed on all four behind
the car, but he dragged me to the passenger side and told me to get in.

Once I was seated, he pulled my trousers down to expose my locked dick.
He put a pair of leg cuffs on my ankles, the leather wrists and thumbs
restraint on me before strapping me in the seat belt.
Last he put a large ball gag tight in my mouth.
Once he closed the door I was glad for the small mercy of tainted
windows.
But thad didn't diminish my feeling of complete exposure.
Even if he was the only one to see me. I knew that I was his to do as he
wished.

And in no time we were on our way.

My mind was going wild and he made no effort to ease it. He kept driving
listening to the radio as he didn't have a pig strapped down next to
him.
And by the time we reached the car park I was a nervous wreck.

It took me a while to remember to realize that we were in an underground
car park. Not the car park near the shop.
Once parked, he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard still
gagged.
He removed the gag and told me to open my mouth wide before spitting a
large gob in it.

`'Better be a good pig.''

He came on my side of the car, removed the leg cuffs, then the wrists
restraint and dragged me by the leash.
Just as we reached the exit, he put the leash inside my jacket and kept
walking.

I slowly recognized the streets and soon we were in front of the barber
shop.

FUCK.

I shivered from excitement as I followed him in the shop and down the
basement.

The barber was reading a magazine and smiled at the biker as he got up.

The biker removed my collar and leash.

`'Sit pig.''

I obeyed the barber.

Once in the rubber chair he locked the posture collar around my neck, my
wrists to the chair's arms
and my feet to the bottom before draping a vey thick rubber sheet over
me.

He asked the biker what he wanted and i shivered from excitement for the
second time when he said `pig mohawk'.

The barber went to work on me as efficiently as the last time. No non
sense.
He quickly shaved the sides of my head with a zero grade. Then he put a
guard on the hair clipper
and passed it all over my head before taking it off and shaving my head,
leaving only a cropped band in the middle of my head.

I could not stop staring at myself in the mirror until he pulled the
rubber hood out of the drawer
and down over my head leaving me in complete darkness.
I barely heard them talking and when I heard the buzzing sound I tried to
imagine the biker strapped in the chair next to me being shaved.

My pathetic dick tried to get hard in its cage.

Once the biker was shaved, the barber removed the rubber hood and
released me from the chair.

I quickly went on all four and licked his boots as a thank you making him
laugh.

The biker put the collar back around my neck pocketing the leash, then he
paid and thanked the barber.

`'See you later pig.''

WHAT?

The biker just laugh as he started to go upstairs.

Once back on the street I could not stop looking at my reflection in the
shops' windows.

In the pub's window.

`'We have time for a couple of drinks pig.''

I didn't have time to absorb his words and just followed him in the pub.
It was fairly busy that early but the barman spotted us straight away and
smirked as he watched us walking in.
The biker found an empty stool in a corner for himself as I stood
slightly behind him.

Few minutes later the barman walked towards us holding a pint of bitter
in one hand and a large can in the other.
He greeted the biker and handed him his beer. He smirked even more as he
handed me the can.
The warm can.

`'Enjoy pig.''

BASTARD.

The barman went back behind the bar completely ignoring the daggers I
imagined in his back...

The biker just laughed as he slowly enjoyed his beer.
I drank the barman's bitter piss. The awful taste covered my tongue and
throat leaving a nasty after taste.
When I drank too much in one go I burped making the taste even worst.

The biker finished the last bit of his pint and I swallowed the last of
the piss.

I followed the biker to the bar to drop the pint and can.

The biker and the barman exchanged few words and I din't know what to
think of the smirk on the barman's face turning to lust in his eyes.
And he fucking blushed as he licked his lips.
Looking at him I realized that he sported the same pig mohawk as me.
And mind went wild with possibilities again as I followed the biker on
the street and back to the car.
I knew that the barman would be in the shop later.

The drive to car park on the hill was short and I could not stop getting
more nervous every step I took down the hill towards the shop.

The biker rang the bell at the door and was immediately buzzed in.

Once again the sound of the metal door slamming shut behind us sent
shivers all over my body.

The rubber shop was empty of customers but it was not quiet as Four guys
were busy moving things around the place.

The skinhead who invited us walked up to the biker smiling.

`'Good to see you brought the pig. Let's store it and have a chat.''

BASTARD.

I followed them to a standing cage and without being told I stepped in it
backwards once the skinhead opened the door.
He closed and locked it immediately as the biker walked behind the cage,
grabbed my arms through the bars and handcuffed my writs.

Once I as secured in the cage they just walked away and I could only
trace them as they walked in a backroom.

The other three guys completely ignored me and carried on what they were
doing.
It was clear that they were reading the place for later.
I watched them as they move some larger pieces around.

There was a sling on a metal frame, two heavy duty spanking bench facing
each other, a couple of cages,
a suspension harness hanging from the ceiling.
I could only think of all those pieces being used with rubber pig and
which one would be mine...

I lost track of time again as I stood caged and ignored by the men
and I stood straighter when the biker and the skinhead came back in the
shop.
They passed by the cage barely looking at me before disappearing between
the racks of rubber.
The skinhead was showing something to the biker and somehow I knew that I
was in for a hard time.
Like if the biker had been easy on me...

I watched them moving around the shop, going from the rubber one pieces
to the hoods,
from the collars and gags to the plugs, collecting pieces as they moved.

When they were done they released my wrists and pulled out of the cage
and straight to the backroom.

I expected a storeroom of some sort. Not a cell. Just behind the normal
door a heavy metal gate was open,
a metal cot with a thin mattress was locked up against the wall,
a metal cage in a corner and a metal toilet was in another.

`'STRIP!!!''

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the biker's shout as he dropped the
pile of rubber on the floor
and I quickly took the tracksuit and boots off.
The biker removed the collar and grabbed a big piece of rubber from the
mountain of rubber.

A thick rubber one piece.

The skinhead was mixing something in a bucket. When he was done he put a
pair of thick rubber gloves on
and grabbed a handful of the jelly in the bucket.
I was about to discover the feeling of Jlube.
He started to cover my legs and feet, covering them in the goo.
The biker held the rubber one piece as I started to get in the suit.
From there they worked together. The skinhead covering me in Jlube, the
biker pulling the rubber suit over me.
Slowly I disappeared in the thick rubber.
My legs, my waist, my chest and finally my arms.
Once I was inside the rubber, the biker stood close to me and stared at
me smirking as he pulled the zip up, tightening the suit all over me.

The feeling of enclosure was fantastic.

It was not only rubber. It was a new skin.

I could not take my eyes of the hood the biker was holding between his
hands as the biker coated the inside with Jlube.
And I took a deep breath as he pulled it down over my head encasing it
ion tight thick rubber.
It was a basic hood with holes for my eyes, nose and mouth. Something to
keep me completely covered.
I didn't miss the other hood, the head harness and the gas mask on the
pile at my feet.
Next they pulled a pair of thick rubber sock on my feet and thick rubber
gloves on my arms;
Not rubber gloves. There were no fingers at the end. The sleeves ended
like mittens.
Once hands were sealed fisted in them, they locked thick rubber mittens
over them.

The smell of rubber was like poppers. I was still nervous but I started
to get excited.
This was another step into being turned into a rubber pig.
A rubber object.

The biker turned me around , pushed me towards the cage and bent me over
it.
He worked the three way zip and open it over my arse.
One of them grease my hole with the lube before a plug was pushed up my
arse;
I grunted as the wider part passed my ring; it was a new feeling. A weird
feeling.
It was not like the rubber plugs.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

It was a metal plug and something was hanging from it. A wire.

It was a fucking electro plug. My moans only made them laugh.

Once the zip was sealed they had me standing facing them.

The biker grabbed the head harness. More like a rubber muzzle with a
thick plate to cover my mouth.

I should have known better by then. That nothing was that simple with the
biker.
And I moaned again when I spotted the very big penis gag inside the
muzzle.
He had that evil smirk again as he brushed the rubber cock's head
against my lips,
slowly pressing against them as I opened my mouth for him to fill.
He pushed the penis gag in my mouth, pulled the straps over my head,
enclosing my head in the very tight harness as he put a padlock through
each buckle.

Next he put a very wide posture collar around my neck, the plate under my
chin forcing my head up and blocking my head movements.
Once it was locked around my neck I could only look straight in front of
me.
I had to tun my body if I wanted to look around. But somehow I knew that
I didn't have to worry.
I didn't think that I would be able to move to much. If at all.

The skinhead but thick rubber restraints on my wrists and ankles with two
large rings on them.

They made me turned around, checking their work.
When I faced them again the biker told me to follow them;

And this time when I walked in the shop, the other men next to the
suspension harness stopped what they were doing.
They just smiled when they saw the rubber thing walking towards them.

To avoid looking at their smirks I looked at the harness.
It was attached to a system of bungee ropes attached to an electric chain
hoist.
The three men just stayed near as the biker and the skinhead strapped the
harness around me.
They started with the straps between legs, around my waist,
chest and shoulders, tightening them more and more as they worked.

Once they were satisfied, the skinhead grabbed the hoist control and gave
a couple of short bursts to tighten the harness further it went up.
And slowly I was forced to stand on the tip of my toes before I couldn't
even feel the floor anymore.
I was suspended a couple of inches of the floor. Just enough to hang as
they finished what they wanted to do.

The biker came in front of me.

`'You're just a rubber thing on display pig. Understood?''

I could only grunt ion the gag, making them all laugh.

`'Good pig.''

He was holding a thick rubber piece in his hands that he pulled slowly
over my head.
A thick rubber blindfold plunging me in complete darkness.
Once blinded, someone grabbed my wrists and attached them to some chains
from the sound of it.
Next my ankles were locked on chains pulling my feet up.

Then I started moving up as the harness was lifted further.
They pulled on the chains on my wrists and ankles to adjust my position.
By the time they were done, I was hanging with my wrists and ankles
pulled up.

I was completely suspended, completely exposed, completely displayed.

My own weight forced me down in the straps holding me up in the air. I
could move my arms but could not reach anything.
And shaking my feet pulled up behind me was useless;

Except that I made the men laugh s they probably stood around watching
me.

Someone gave my arse a couple of slaps before walking away.
All I could hear was silence;
I did not feel anyone near me.

Did they leave me alone?

I started moaning in my gar and shaking even more.

But it was a complete waste of time.

I knew I wasn't in any danger. I was holding strapped and hanging in a
rubber shop.

Displayed.

I was one of those mannequins used to show rubber clothing.

Except that I was a live one offered to use.

At one point I heard the door bell and from them I could hear some noises
and voices.

Suddenly I felt someone standing very close to me, moving the zip near my
arse towards my locked dick. The man open the zip and pulled my locked
dick and balls out.

A fist grabbed my balls and pulled hard on them making male grunt.

I felt a metal band been locked on my balls and when the hand dropped
them, the weight of the metal pulled on my balls.

Hard.

`'Another pig just arrived.''

I did not recognized the voice.

And I was left alone again.

I was only a rubber thing being displayed to amuse the men.

A gimp.

An object.

A toy.


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