Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2023 15:53:59 +0200 (CEST) From: Dralion Subject: Morphed into a pig Chapter 24 ************************************* `'Just in time.'' As we went in, we didn't go upstairs like we did the other night. We went through a couple of doors following the rubber skin and ended in a brand new show room. It was the grand opening too. It was a split ground floor, with a first floor. All wood and steel shelves filled with rubber hood, gas masks, harnesses? Racks of rubber suits, shirts, shelves of toys... And the smell of rubber was overpowering. Like poppers for the pigs. But what caught my eyes first was the rail on the ceiling going from the front to the back of the showroom and the hoist with a spreading bar hanging from it. I didn't even imagine myself hanging upside down from there. Nope. `'Put the pigs in the corner her and let's have a look of what you want first for them.'' The biker put us side by side in a corner facing the showroom and out of the way as he went with the rubber skin further down the shop. From our spot we could see the other shop assistants settings things up for the opening. And they were all wearing rubber of course. There was a very sexy mixed race guy with a five o'clock shadow beard with a very thick nose ring in a tight sleeveless rubber t-shirt showing off his tattoos, tight rubber jeans stuck in red socks, Doc Martens',wrists and ankles restraints. A very thick chain was locked around his neck. Helping him was a shorter guy with blond cropped hair in a grey and black rubber one piece with an Adidas logo on his chest, black stripes down the side of the suit and the arms, attached gloves, black and white socks in black and white sneakers. A thick chain around his neck too. Emptying some boxes was a tall and very muscular skinhead in a smoky see through muscle tank with a Y back really showing off his huge chest, his shoulders and the very large tribal tattoos on his arms, a black rubber skin trousers stopping halfway down his legs with red stripes down the side, a red armband on his left arm, white socks in white Adidas trainers. At the desk there was a young skin in a thick sport vest with yellow trim,a very thick black rubber compression shorts with all around zip, rubber socks in filthy used to be white sneakers with yellowish laces. Rubber piss goggles (how the fuck did I know what they were) around his forehead. A black and yellow chainmail collar padlocked around his neck. A huge yellow ball gag hanging from his neck. I bet he stank. At one point when he came to grab something next to me he snogged the barman. I could smell him as he glued himself to me probably on purpose. The mixture of sweat and piss went straight to my locked dick, making it strain even more if possible against the steel. Definitely a piss pig, and close up I could see that his rubber was not the cleanest. When they finished sucking on each other's tongue, he swiped his tongue over my mouth and nose breathing on me letting me smell his piss stinking breath. Yep. A piss pig. The smirk he gave us was full of promises as he tapped both our locked dicks. The one in charge seemed to be a very sexy Asian guy in a rubber police uniform with sailor trousers zip on the front and grey band down the sides, a tight fitting police rubber shirt with collar, , pockets on the front and epaulets, short rubber gloves, polished rubber boots and a chain on his left side. They all ignored us but the looks we got now and then told us that of course they knew why we were here. And we were going to find out why when the biker and rubber skin came back with their arms full of rubber. The biker told us to follow them towards the back of the showroom. The back wall was divide into three cubicles. One large communal cubicle with a large metal table where they put the rubber they had collected, a large mirror, hooks and a bench for the exhibitionists and two smaller cubicles with a mirror on the wall, a couple of hooks and a very thick rubber curtain for privacy. Definitely something they didn't need as the biker told us to get in the larger one and to strip naked. I didn't have any time to think about our situation as the biker was stripping very quickly. So I had no other choice but to do the same and in no time we were both naked with a pile of clothes and rubber at our feet. `'STUPID CUNTS. FOLD YOU FUCKING CLOTHES PROPERLY.'' At the biker's word we both jumped to obey him and folded our clothes before putting them on the bench with our boots. We had already fucked up. The biker told the barman to kneel in the corner of the cubicle, knees spread, hands behind his neck. I could only stare at the fit pig with his dick locked in the metal cage. Just like me. `'You first.'' Of course I jumped at the rubber skin's words and immediately paid attention as he came towards me with a bottle of j-lube. He poured some in his rubber gloved hands before coating me with the goo. Once I was well lubed from my neck down to my knees and from shoulders to the tips of my fingers, he removed the disposable gloves and grabbed a rubber suit from the table. `'For you we have the sub suit.'' He held a short legs rubber one piece with the open back open in facing me to get in. He kept the suit low for me to get my feet in the legs fist and pulled it up for me to slide my arms in the sleeves with attached gloves. My body was easily sliding in the very thick rubber slowly encasing me in black rubber skin. He pulled the suit over my shoulders and and pulled one of the there way zips up to the back of my neck and locked it in place with a padlock. That done he put two similar suits on a hook. `'Bet you are wondering why we have more suit. Once you are kitted and in your spot we will display everything put on you and the various options. After all you are here to sell, not to have fun pig.'' Next he got a metal stool and bent me over it facing mirror. In the reflection I could see the biker with rubber gloves on, greasing a bright blue plug . He squatted behind me and started to grease my hole with a couple of fingers, pushing them in and out, twisting them around. I started to sweat in the rubber. Adding a third finger, in, out, twist, in, twist... I was panting like a dog. And a fourth. In, out, twist, in, twist, in ,out... I was grunting and sweating like piglet making the men in the showroom laugh. I didn't realize that few of them had gathered behind the biker to watch me getting kitted. This was a mechanical stretching, not some play. When he was satisfied I was stretched enough, he put the tip of the rubber plug against my hole and started to push against it until my hole stretched itself around the head. Then he started to fuck me in and out with the plug until with a final push my arse swallowed the plug completely. And as it filled me I immediately felt that it was the size up from the one he used before. Another one from the « starting » plugs he got from the shop. I shivered when he put an array of sealed blue and red gape keepers in various sizes up from the one now in my arse on a table next to the suits. He used a clothe to wipe the grease from the back of rubber suit turning back to a shine before pulling me up and turning me around. He adjusted the zips of the suit until two were just above my groin. That would give them access to it anytime they wanted. `'Open up cunt.'' I opened my mouth wide as he cleared his throat and spat a huge gob in my mouth. I waited with my mouth open. `'Swallow.'' I quickly closed my louth and swallowed my reward. FUCK FUCK FUCK. The piss pig stepped in front of me. `'I chose the hoods for both of you. Bet you'll love it.'' I shivered. This young pig was obviously a complete submissive and masochist pig from the bruises and welts I could see on his arms. But he had the total look of a sadist in his eyes. A FUCKING YOUNG TONY. He grabbed a box from the table and showed me the name: STUDIO GUM. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!! He opened the box and pulled out a rubber hood made out of VERY thick rubber. `'Let me tell you a bit more before I put it on you piggy.'' YEP. A SADIST. `'This is a 3mm thick anatomical hood so no need to say that once sealed it will feel pretty solid to you. It has lenses to let you see when we decide so or we can screw the blackout caps over them. My favorite and I'm sure you will experience that later are the black out contact lenses. They go on your eyes like normal contact lenses but you see nothing. You could be out in the middle of a pub completely blind and no one would notice anything.'' DID I SAY DADIST? FUCKING HELL. HE WAS MORE TWISTED THANT I THOUGHT. AND MY FUCKING DICK WAS HURTING AS FUCK IN ITS METAL CAGE.TRAITOR. `'Yeah. I thought you would like that. You're fucking dripping mate.'' FUCK FUCK FUCK. `'That will be for later. As I was saying before you distracted me with you depraved ideas. The hood has a fixed mouth and nose lining to make sure you can breathe and swallow easily once locked in it. For the nose, two solid short tubes and for the mouth a solid mouthguard with breathing slash feeding holes at the back and a thick sleeve for your tongue. Nice and orange for a stupid pig. On the outside you see only two reddish holes for your snout and a red tube inside your mouth with a rubber tongue. And yep, you cab get face fucked.'' Everyone close let him give his speech because they knew that he was fucking with my mind. `'Ok, to finish the hood has an inside hood lining at the back to make it tight and a second zip on the outside to make it tighter. That's it.'' Smiling like he had been talking about the weather and not about turning my head in a rubber object. `'Oooooooooooops.'' BASTARD!!!! `'Nearly forgot. Here's a a double breathing anesthesia masks connected to a tube to attach to the piss inhaler bottle. One to fit over your mouth and snout with a tube to connect to the inhaler bottle. The second to fit on the other pig. I will fill it with my fresh and saved piss later to gas you both.'' His little nasty speech finished he stepped really close to me and snogged me hard and deep, he pushed his tongue deep in my mouth, rubbed it all over mine and the inside of my mouth. Making sure he fed me a lot of his nasty spit. I could taste his stale piss breath. He even sucked hard on my nose. His eyes bright with depraved lust. When he had his bit of fun he brought the hood inside out close to my face. He first pushed the mouth guard in my mouth forcing me to open my mouth wide to fit my teeth around the guard and it stayed wide open. Next he pushed both tubes up my nose and slipped the thick hood over my head in one move. He reached behind my head and closed the zip on the inside hood and then zipped the inside one very slowly. He was doing they on purpose. He wanted me to fill the rubber relentlessly encasing my head. He was a young pig but one with some fucking serious experience. He showed me a second hood that he added to the display pile and walked away. He came in front of me. ''I am really looking forward using you pig here and later I hope to play with you. I want to see you soak in my piss drinking like a good urinal. And...'' `'Enough Hogg.'' The manager was behind the piss piss. He shoved a huge yellow rubber ball gag in his mouth really stretching it and strapped it tight. `'Go back to work.'' Hogg? His name was HOGG? FUCKING HELL. Fucking depraved pig. And he was the first one really using me. FUCK FUCK FUCK. `'That pig loves talking. Hence the ball gag. Saves us from looking for one when we some peace and quiet.'' He put some thick fingerless gloves over my rubber hands, forcing me to close them in fists. He added thick rubber mitts over my double rubber hands. Adding their twins to the pile of displayed gear. Next he graded a huge loads of rubber straps. `'Put it on him.'' There was no room for questioning in his voice. If I leaked a bit more it was completely a coincidence. The rubber skin and biker stepped forward, grabbed the straps and together put it on me. They started by putting solid ankles restrains on my feet and from there they worked the straps up. One strap on my legs, one just above my knees and two on my thighs. IT WAS A FUCKING SUSPENSION HARNESS. FUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!!!! Each time they closed the straps on the smaller setting. Three straps double locked around my waist, two around my chest. They tightened two straps running from my shoulders across the last five and all the way down to my ankles making the whole thing tight as fuck. Without hurting. Next they tighten a strap across my mixed hands, one on my writs, one on my forearms, one on my arms. Gluing my arms to my side. Then they closed the straps passing over my shoulders tight. I could breathe but every time my chest expended I would fill the rubber harness tightening around me. `'Got a little something pig.'' I stared at the biker as he came closer to me holding a thick chain in his hands. Not as thick ax the ones on the shop assistants. Shop slaves? Shop pigs? Well. But it was still thick. He passed it around my neck and locked it with the heavy steel padlock. The chain rested just bellow my throat. Another heavy reminder of my new status. Every single time I would look in a mirror I would not what I was from now on. `'Yes. That's right pig.'' FUCK FUCK FUCK. I thought they were done but of course I was wrong. The muscular skin came in front of me and without a word he fixed a very wide posture collar with a chin plate holding my head up around my neck. Padlocking four straps at the back of my neck. A second harness and collar joined the pile of gear. The biker and rubber skin grabbed me by the arms and pulled me from the center of the changing space and put me against one of the side walls. The biker turn towards the barman who not lost one bit of my transformation; When I looked at his locked dick and I could see it dripping and smile inside my hood as much as I comic when I saw the small puddle at his feet. The biker saw that two. He stepped close to the barman, grabbed him by the balls. Hard by the look on the barman's face. `'One pig done. One to go.'' That said he dragged the biker to the center as the rubber skin moved forward with another rubber suit. FUCKING HELL!!!!! And diapers. Nifty needs your help, so drop your cock for few seconds, reach for your wallet and donate to: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and back to your cock ;@)))) Comments, suggestions welcome. ;@))) depravpig@orange.fr