A PART of the Collection
Serving a Goddess’s Body

A few hours after signing up for his new job as a submissive at his favorite kink store, Jared found himself walking into the headquarters of Starlight Lifestyles and Vegacorp Enterprises. The place was packed solid with animal-like people. So much so that the fair-skinned human felt rather out of place among the crowd as he ran his fingers through his short black hair.
Backpack slung over his shoulder, he felt rather nervous as he rode the steel elevator of fate, as his mind called it. He hadn’t even thought about such a place existing before, but he’d been wanting a life as someone’s kink pet. The forum posting was too good to pass up, and everyone he knew personally said she was the perfect person for the job. One interview later, and he was on his way to that goal.
As the elevator came to a halt, the doors opened, and a small dark area outside of the lone door awaited him. He removed his shoes as a nearby sign told him to, then breathed deeply to steel himself before opening the door itself. She knew he was there, and she was waiting for him.
The latch pushed down, the door swung in, and he was met with something he’d only even imagined thanks to art on the forums he frequented. Latex…Latex everywhere. A pair of black crescent-moon sofas flanked a central area with a bubble in the floor, while several sliding doors leading to other areas looked like vacbed frames, with door handles placed precariously where the occupants genitals would be. One of the wall panels even seemed to be filled by an Absol, trapped behind opaque blue PVC as the mouthpiece from a scuba set fed air into them.
Meanwhile, a humanoid Arceus was sitting on one of the couches, legs and spike-like hooves propped up on an ottoman as she read through a book clutched in her three-clawed hands. The claws and hoofspikes were golden, along with the golden ring that stayed parallel with her back, and her chest and face were a deep crimson red, but most of the rest of her was a deep black, and every bit her seemed to be made of latex, just like the rest of the room. Like the Absol, a scuba tank mouthpiece was hooked into what looked to be a mouth, but with the wide lens of the mask, it was hard to tell if she was wearing a hood of some sort, of if that’s just what she really was. Synthetics didn’t have to follow normal anatomy rules, after all.
“Reihanfēoru-kama na laturavonori ku utaira. Welcome to my toybox, Mister Holt.” She said as she put the book down, standing up on the rubbery padded floor. Her voice sounded just as deep and foreboding as it did over the phone, but strangely, it also sounded as if it were naturally coming from her mouthpiece. “I assume you are here to begin your new job as a member of my harem?”
“Y-yes, Mistress Reihan.” He stuttered as he nervously walked toward her, blushing rather brightly. The sight of her D-cup breasts and fourteen-by-eight inch equine cock took him completely by surprise. He was a self-proclaimed kinky motherfucker, and just looking at her assets was making him hard as a rock. “Y…You said I could start immediately?”
Reihan tossed her book to the side and stood up, showing her full seven-foot height as she lightly stepped toward the back of the room. “Yes. Put your backpack in one of the shelf nooks just outside, and get yourself undressed. I will retrieve what you will be wearing.”
Jared didn’t even hesitate to do as he was told, rushing out to put the bag and returning to peel his tee-and-shorts set off. The job offer mentioned he’d be wearing something kinky at all times, and that he’d be sleeping in her quarters or a personal space. He didn’t know what she was bringing him, though. Not until she brought a purple gemstone attache case to him and opened it up.
Staring back at him was the translucent lenses and headpiece of a one-piece vinyl Charmeleon costume, just like he’d seen in the Vegacorp catalog, but still very different once he pulled it out of the package. Most of the body was a deep purple, with a red belly, a lizard tail with a faux flame at the end, and the typical back-facing horn on the middle of the head. However, it looked more like an inflatable pooltoy, complete with a valve on the stomach, another on the tail, one on the exposed scrotum sack, one on the tip of the cock sheath, and one on each leg. Even stranger, it had the long narrow snout of a Charizard, instead of the broader short snout they usually had. The lips of the maw were lined with zipper teeth and two zipper pulls at the corner, like one hell of a gimp suit. Just looking at it was turning the human a rather deep red.
That’s when he noticed what was printed along the arms and legs in gold lettering: PART-012472.
“I see you are enjoying the look.” She said, chuckling. “This suit is experimental, and while it would normally warrant giving you a VegaCorp Experimental Equipment identification number, you will be falling outside of that spectrum. Instead, you will be given the first of my personal ID numbers: PART, or Personal Allomeran Ruka Toy. You are no longer Jared Holt, but PART-012427, just as it says on the suit. You will answer to 2427, or to Chartoy. Is that clear?” 
Just the thought of it was beginning to make the human leak where he stood. “Y…Yes, Mistress!” As he looked closer at his new owner, he noticed that, in black lettering on the outer section of her ring in black lettering, and along her right arm in gold lettering, was a similar ID: VCXE-623855. That made sense with what she said next.
“You may refer to me as 623855, or simply as 855.” One of her claws reached down and ran along the tip of his exposed shaft, getting a bit of his natural lubricant on it and causing him to shiver rather fiercely. “I see someone is quite eager. Put the suit on, and I shall activate it. Judging from our conversation from the interview, I believe you will enjoy its features. I shall return momentarily in a more suitable form of my own.” 
Waiting until she disappeared through the door with the Absol trapped in it, he noticed a muffled moan escape from the occupant as soon as she gripped the handle at his crotch, then silence.
«I’d heard she had interesting kinks, but holy hell…» He looked down at the suit and realized there was a zipper along the back. After opening it, he slipped one foot in, then the other, taking note of how slick the vinyl seemed to be. It was as if it’d been lubed up before he’d gotten there. His toes slid quite nicely into the claws of the feet, as did his fingers into the claws of the hands when he got them in, and his cock and balls into the inflatable sheath and scrotum pouch. Then came the head, which required him to slide a small gag into his mouth. Nothing he hadn’t experienced before with typical sex slave suits from Vegacorp. He knew what it all did.
However, 2427 didn’t hear his new owner walking up from behind. One of her hands gripped the zipper on his suit’s back, pulling it closed before turning it a full one-eighty. That’s when he felt everything inside the suit fade away, leaving only sensations from the transformational costume he’d just put on. It was almost like his old Lugia suit…just much kinkier.
The rubbery floor felt warm against the thin soles of his new PVC feet. He felt lighter… Almost as light as air. That was something brand new to the human. Even more was that the translucent skin showed nothing inside. Not even a hint of his old self was visible, though the floor could certainly be seen through his red belly.
“It truly feels wonderful becoming a toy, does it not?” Reihan asked as she moved around 2427 to get into view. Her body matched his for the most part, aside from a pair of inflated breasts on her chest with their own valves replacing the nipples, a smooth featureless groin, and her own ID number in place of his. Her mouth had also been unzipped, and the teeth seemed to be hidden flush against her smooth lips, unseen as the snout moved with every word she spoke.
“As I stated before, these suits are experimental, based on a version of the Bitchmaker platform which I created, and typically use for myself.” 
The thought sent shudders of bliss down 2427’s back. Bitchmaker suits turned the wearer into a living love doll, but were made for dominants and switches who enjoyed that lifestyle as much as any submissive. An old friend used to indulge in humiliation play with him using one, making sure he knew a mere sex toy was even above him.
With a grin, the other Charmeleon began to rub along his thick tapered shaft, squeaks sounding as the two pieces of smooth vinyl slid against each other. Only a weak moan escaped through the sealed snout of the new toy, causing him to fall backward onto the couch out of pure bliss as his knees gave way.
Reihan climbed onto the couch in front of him, straddling his hips as one hand reached down to his groin. Another zipper pull appeared just behind his balls, and as she pulled it closed, all that was left behind was a smooth red surface like her own. It was as sensitive as his cock, but felt much more…amazingly cruel. Like a built-in chastity cage.
“Just an air-filled object of lust, made to obediently serve another.” Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his, sliding them long the zipper teeth that trapped his snout shut in a long and heavily arousing kiss. “Mmm… A simple and quiet mind, and an instinctual desire for pleasure. You will make a fine toy for my collection. You will not need that shaft of yours unless I tell you, will you? You enjoy being teased rubber, never finding release as it does nothing but build within you, do you not?” 
All 2427 could do under her teasing claws was moan and nod his quivering head, closing his eyes. He wanted it so badly for years. He needed it. His psyche needed it. That feeling of being owned had been ingrained in his mind since he’d given it a shot at his buddy’s bachelor party. The feeling of a collar around his neck had never faded once.
“Such a good toy… Such an obedient toy… I think I rather like you as nothing more than a moaning doll. You should quite enjoy this, though.” 
Reihan pet along her new Charmeleon’s head for a moment as her other hand wandered a bit further north to meet its partner. With a grin, she grabbed two zipper pull at his shoulders and ran them along the sides of his arms, causing the two limbs to be pulled tight against his body. He could feel a large pouch form around them, leaving behind a slick surface with nothing but his ID number printed along the side. There was no sign of them, even when looking down through the transparent vinyl surrounding them, but he could certainly feel them under the thick material.
Like his groin, the pouch that trapped his arms seemed to be rather sensitive, as just the light touch of the other Charmeleon’s claws sent shivers through his entire being.
After giving 2427 another kiss, the lizard domme’s hands had found their way down his body to another pair of zippers, and she wasted no time in pulling them along the fronts of his legs. Like his arm, new pouches began to form, wrapping his legs like he was being stuffed into a bitchsuit. His knees tucked underneath his upper legs, forcing them to fold so that his feet were touching just below his tail. Then, they closed into a pair of rather large pouches, inflated into a pair of orbs on each side.
Again, he felt another wave of sheer bliss as his owner caressed the restrictive balls, almost falling over from the intensity of the sensations that coursed through his body. His thoughts had been rather muted the whole time, but for once, he truly found himself barely able to form a complete thought. All he could focus on was the pleasure that he felt, and the growing fullness that started to grow around his lower body.
“And now, we finish your little change, dear toy. I believe you will be quite content with the results. I know I shall be.” 
With a final kiss, she reached to the back of his neck to pull one more zipper along his neck and around the horn, forcing his head to slowly face upward as his neck seemed to bulge. The corners of his mouth smoothed out, gaining a painted zipper mouth motif along with the seemingly painted eyes that appeared on the hood that formed down to the tip of his snout.
After opening the zippers at the front of his maw, a thick clear ooze drooled out of it, leaving just enough of an opening that he couldn’t speak, but he also couldn’t close it. All he could do was quiver where he sat, and once he’d fallen over, his view was simply that of the rest of the room, along with a smiling Reihan who happily lapped up some of the vicious liquid.
“It seems my lovely Cockmeleon suit is a rather striking success.” Her hands gripped the tail of 2427’s suit and pulled, freeing it from an opening on the back. “I believe I will enjoy using you at some point, but for now, I will leave you to enjoy your new…state of being. After all, I would not be the Allomeran goddess of rukai without a lovely tari to fill their wombs.” 
The other Charmeleon moved while attaching his tail to her own body, allowing him to see his reflection in a mirror just beyond her. He was indeed, shaped like nothing but a disembodied purple-and-red gimp cock, with painted eyes and mouth along the tip, and massively swelling balls behind the sheath base that had formed around his hips. It was beyond erotic, and beyond what he’d dreamed of.
He—or rather it—knew it was only the beginning of his new life, and was quite looking forward to it.