The faint scent of fresh carpet and newly painted walls met the deer’s silvery nose as he stepped off of the elevator. After all of these years of waiting and hoping, he had finally made it. As he headed down the hallway, past side-tables adorned with bottled drinks, bagged cookies and chips, and vases filled with stunning bouquets of flowers, he slipped out a silver plastic card from his pocket. 

“Room 923,” he sighed, staring at the numbers etched in gold in the metal door. With his heart racing nearly a mile a minute, he dipped his card into the reader right above the door handle.

“Welcome, Esamir, to the Platinum Training Tier. On behalf of Phygen Incorporated, thank you for your countless hours of improving our products.” The voice emanating from the reader was masculine and computerized, but the message still warmed Esamir’s heart. “Please wait inside while we prepare your personal concierge for today’s session.”

Stepping inside the room itself did nothing to help the deer’s racing heart. He had been used to all of those sterile lab environments for his previous tests, along with the few instances where they used some random empty room with nothing more than a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. This time, though, it was as if he had stepped into a hotel room decorated with modern tastes in mind. From the flat-screen television on the wall to the minibar situated right next to a king-sized bed draped in a silver- and black-diamond patterned comforter, the entire room was awash in elegance.

It certainly didn’t help that there was a note card adorning the fridge either, personally requesting that Esamir have as much of whatever he wanted for free during his wait. With a quick nab of a bottle of soda and a hop onto the bed, all he could do was wait and enjoy the digs.

The only thing that wasn’t any different about the Platinum Tier and the previous ones, however, was the wait. It wasn’t until he was nearly through with his second bottle that a soft voice seemed to spring forth from all around the room, sending the copper-hued deer’s ears twitching in surprise.

“I’m really sorry to have kept you waiting, Esamir, but we can begin right away.” Unlike the digitized voice from earlier, filled with odd inflections expected of spliced phonemes being tossed together, this one sounded completely natural. “My name is Emily, and on behalf of Phygen I would like to congratulate you once more on behalf of all of us on you achieving the highest testing status.”

No matter how many times it was said or who said it, it just brought a smile across his face, stretching well into his cheeks. “Well, it was nothing. To say that I enjoy helping out with all of these various trials would be an understatement. “

“I thought as much, having been looking through all of your previous visits.” There was a hint of laughter in her voice, but not one of derision. Phygen, after all, had been one of the major manufacturers of erotic toys for the better part of the last few decades. The fact that the company had many ardent fans, many of whom devoted a wealth of time and energy into helping them stress test products already in the alpha or beta stages of production, certainly wasn’t new. It was one of the key aspects of the company keeping ahead of the rest of the market, along with some fairly loose adherence to holding higher-level testers to their Non-Disclosure Agreements.  Sexual pleasure and social media was a perfect combination fit for their business model, to say the least.

“Don’t worry, though,” Emily continued, “I just glanced through all of that data to help create a master selection list for you. Since you worked so hard for us in the past, we may as well reward Platinum Tier Testers with their own preferred experiences, right?” As she spoke, a small tablet computer that was laying on the nightstand on the other side of the bed lit up. “Go ahead and make your selection for today and we can get started. If you have any questions about the products at all, Esamir, don’t be afraid to ask.”

The deer leaned over to the other side of the bed and picked up the device. As he flicked through the various screens and their offerings, he realized that Emily was right. Every single item on the list fit his fancy to a tee, whether it focused on one particular kink, like some of the choices at the start of the list, or focused on myriad multiple desires. “Well, as I look through this and all, can I at least ask you how much you can see, and if you are a computer program or not? No offense, of course.”

“None taken,” as if Emily was shrugging off any negative implications from the question. “Almost everyone new into the product tier asks that as their first or second question. Yes, I am real in as such as I exist, but any other detailed information about such is restricted by Phygen’s guidelines. Aside from that, though, concierges receive specific data about each room, its occupants, and the products. To me,  I can tell everything going on in there and what is happening, but there is nothing to actually see. Or record, for that matter, if you’re worried about that.” Another faint trace of a laughed adorned her last quip, but Esamir didn’t mind.

“Just good to know and all of that, that’s all. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t already trust all of you, right?” His eyes widened as he tipped the top edge of the tablet to his silver nose. He couldn’t help from biting his lower lip, having found a few things he liked in particular. “Emily, is it possible to request two things for testing today? I’d really like to try out this new ‘Automated Pleasure Suit,’ as well as this updated version of the ‘Inflatable Bag.’”

Emily took a few seconds to respond, leaving the cervine to tilt his head and wonder if he wasn’t heard. “Ordinarily we don’t allow such, but I’m glad to tell you that your request has been approved. It will take a few minutes for the items to reach you in particular, so please remove all of your clothing in the meantime in preparation.”

It hardly took a minute for Esamir to strip off his jacket, jeans, and shirt and have them strewn all across the bed. The central air conditioning within the room made the fur all along his body waft slightly, but it felt entirely pleasant. His onyx-tipped ears fluttered about in anticipation, along with his coffee-colored tail. He couldn’t help but bounce around on his hooves, half due to the caffeine in the drinks from earlier and the other half from trying out a few things that would have taken several months of random luck to even have a chance of testing. And both the suit and the bag were in pre-alpha stages, to boot!

Another few minutes went by as Esamir checked out the rest of the room. As he was studying the list of available channels to watch on TV (in essence, any and all imaginable), the space along the wall where a closet would have been if this were a hotel room opened up automatically, presenting two massive capsules as tall as he. Without hesitation, he practically skipped across the room to glance at a massive suit, which was completely composed of vinyl. Even though it was early in its development, the paint job on it was exquisite. It was unlike anything else on the market, with an attention to detail where, at least from a distance, the streaks of countless shades of brown and fiery crimson mixed well with bright white and black. The patterns on it were unmistakably vixen-like in nature, but it hardly looked like an inflatable device like so many other suits currently for sale.

On the other hand, where the pleasure suit looked grand and impressive even at such an early stage in the process, the inflatable bag hardly looked like anything special. It was slate gray, a few shades darker than his own nose, but other than the fact that it was hanging up and looked fairly large compared to others he had seen in local erotic stores, it was nothing to particularly write home about. 

“Esamir, feel free to test out the suit however you wish,” Emily began, “but our designers have asked that you at least place the inflatable bag on the floor first.” Since it would have been detrimental to his status as a tester to go against their wishes, Esamir made sure to lay out the bag along the floor next to the bed. As he turned around and started to take the suit down off the hanger holding it upright, the deer could hear the distinct sound in inflation begin a bit behind him.

“Don’t mind that, it’s just self-inflating.” 

“Well, at least it won’t require any extra work to set up. Nice innovation,” Esamir chimed in as he started to slip his slender legs into the suit, watching as his hooves disappeared into paw-like feet along the bottom.  The suit was surprisingly comfortable, especially so is it hugged along his lithe hips and arms. Esamir’s hands slipped right into the mitten-like hands with ease, and he gave his fingers a quick wiggle within. Considering that they still had all of the range of motion that they tend to have, he let out a little grunt. There wasn’t anything necessarily wrong with that, but he felt that if they were going to visually suggest that there might be some sort of restraint or restriction of movement they shouldn’t offer so much movement. 

Of course, he thought otherwise as he started to slide up the zipper behind him, starting right along the small of his back and moving up towards the top of his shoulder blades. At least that meant Esamir wouldn’t need a partner to help zip him up in case he wanted to have a bit of raunchy fun on his own. The face, particularly female and quite gorgeous to boot, slipped over his own visage with ease, and a breathing tube hidden within was easy enough to wrap his lips around. A few quick breaths lead to plenty of oxygen sailing into his lungs and, with relief, his exhale worked out perfectly. Without any breathing complications to worry about, Esamir finished zipping up to right below the neck, connecting it all together. Unbeknownst to him, though, a small string near the top of the zipper fell off after sealing the entire suit up.

The first positive thing that came to mind was that the entire suit was comfortable beyond belief. It was as if every inch of his body was wrapped up in a soft, relaxing pool toy, embracing him with a wealth of care. In fact, it was as if the suit had another lining of vinyl within, although he couldn’t exactly pinpoint if this was true or not. He made a mental note to check that out later. In the interim, he was surprised by the clarity of the room around him. Apparently the layers of material around the eyes was exceptionally thin, offering him a fairly good look around the room with just a little bit of blurred vision. This new feature took a backseat, however, to the fact that he was still able to walk around with his usual full range of motion after sealing up. Esamir may not have been the athletic-sort, mostly thin and tall in stature but without any particularly noticeable muscle mass about him, but he was pretty surprised when he put the suit through its paces. Jumping jacks, a few sit-ups, push-ups, and even squats just cozy, as the vinyl gripped his fur tenaciously.

What the deer really had to give Phygen plenty of gold stars for, though, was the additional internal sleeve they had provided. All of that soft internal texture rubbing along his form during his random exercise routine caused him to get all excited, leading him to discover a special sleeve inside to slip into. The pocket kept his erection quite snug, to the point where any additional movement on his part caused the fabric to rub along his throbbing self all the more. Further, having his engorged self enrobed in that velvety internal vinyl, from the base of his shaft all the way to his swelled head, reminded him of some of the pocket sleeves he tested a few months prior.

“Judging by your increased heart rate I think you found the special addition inside.” Emily chirped to attention as the deer had to take a seat on the bed, massaging the crotch of the suit just to get even more motion going along his shaft. “And yes, before you ask, it’s an improved version of the P78X that you tested back in May. I’m sure you’ll feel that we’ve taken your feedback into consideration.”

She was right, and quite so. Even as Esamir pushing the front of the suit closer down into his erection, he could tell that the internal portion had additional internal rings, with a few more ridges than before. Each one struck around the rim of his cockhead with intensity, urging his body to start churning precum right through his tip. He tried not to moan, but the sleeve was far too improved to do anything but. The emergence of his own lubrication only made his enjoyment soar, and with each rocking motion of his hips he spread out his leaking joy all throughout the internal tunnel.

While Esamir’s attention was focused more on his front, though, he could barely hear the additional sound of inflation just starting up. It wasn’t the inflatable bag next to him, though, still laying on the floor and being filled with air at a slow pace. In fact, the additional air was starting to surge through his own vixen suit, just as slowly, as the additional gas started at the feet and crept upwards. Esamir, still thoroughly enchanted with christening the suit with his own cream and being quite close to doing so, only had an inkling of what was going on by the time he noticed that the arms were harder to bend around the joints. They puffed up slowly, an effect more visible on the outside as the suit appeared to stretch outward a bit, as the mittens around his hands started to lose their previous griping capabilities.

Still, the additional surge of air between the layers of the suit didn’t bother him much. It just made the internal vinyl snuggle him as if getting hit with a comfortable bear hug. Even those massive mittens-as-hands didn’t impede his endeavoring to fondle the crotch of the suit, feeling his balls surge towards a pleasurable release. But, as the test subject laid down on the bed, the inflating fox tail behind him wound up being quite the surprise, causing him to bounce off of the bed and winding up laying right on top of the inflatable bag on the floor, already at full capacity.

The deer laid there in bliss, finally unable to move his hands any while the suit seemingly took on a mind of its own. It started to vibrate within, and Esamir assumed they must have lined the middle portion of the suit with a number of vibrating components.  At the moment, the extra pleasure was spread throughout the entirety of the suit, as if a small army of trained masseuses were working over all of his muscles. However, every few seconds the deer nearly jumped up as a massive buzz would rock his senses, primarily with a gigantic dose of stimulation right along his aching balls or the underside of his dick. Esamir tried to get up on his own volition, but he soon found that it was nearly impossible;  the inflatable bag below him sank and practically molded around him every time he tried to press his feet and legs down to prop himself up. Further, the ever-expanded air supply within the layers of the suit were rapidly making moving his extremities not only difficult, but almost outright impossible.

Just as Esamir was struggling to bring his body upright, the suit had other plans in mind. As he struggled the sleeve jerked itself forward until the poor deer’s muzzle shook around underneath the suit in bliss. He didn’t know any better but he could have sworn that it had affixed itself to his pelvis, starting to create a small vacuum of suction like that of a cock pump. The pressure inside the tube slowly started to increase, his erection feeling like it was being stretched beyond its previous limits millimeter after millimeter, until all of the gripping sensation suddenly stopped. 

Fortunately, the real pleasure had just begun. The cloven-hoofed captive soon felt the cool embrace of the sleeve’s vinyl wrap around his shaft, shrinking just enough to fully enrobe his size. The vibrations that rumbled randomly all throughout the suit started to focus a bit more right behind his balls, then right along the entirety of his pre-dripping cock head. The cooling sensation of his own shaft made Esamir bleat out in adoration, letting it ring all throughout the room as the suit’s inner sleeve continued to stroke, rumble, and pump that thickening meat of his.

Soon after, though, the copper-hued deer was quite stuck in place. The vixen suit was taking in so much air that there was a great expanse of it between the inner layer that housed Esamir and the outer, foxy appearance. Squirming about did little good, but at least the eyes in the suit allowed Esamir to gaze through and stare at the ceiling for a bit. The constant bliss and carnal pleasuring aside, the suit was relaxing beyond belief.

However, the slow approach of a charcoal-colored mass of vinyl that blotted out the view of the room’s ceiling was more than stressful enough. Suddenly called back into action, the last thing he wanted at the moment was even more restricted freedom. Despite all of his struggling, though, the Automated Pleasure Suit was already too far inflated for him to move about effectively, and soon his view of the room was eclipsed by darkness. By a sheer force of will and strength he was able to bring up his arms just enough to prevent it from sealing up, but the bag still surrounded him. It took all of his effort to keep it propped up, but he knew that his muscles would not hold out forever.

“Your heart rate is jumping up, Esamir,” Emily said matter-of-factly over the intercom. “There’s no reason to be alarmed. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Everything is going as planned, and I’m still here for you if need be.” Her voice was a bit muffled through multiple layers of industrial material, but it was fine. As much as he wanted to reply back with words, there just wasn’t enough give around the breathing tube between his lips in order to do so. Emily would just have to do with a hum of approval, and hopefully his vital signs and pleasure would explain the rest. Still, he felt safer with his arms upright. The second he let them go he knew he could not lift them up again; the additional gases slipping in between the layers by the second felt like they were making the suit’s arms at least three times as thick as his own. 

As Esamir was struggling along with the bag, it started to fill up a bit more with air from around the front. The inflatable bag’s structure was similar to that of the vixen suit, housing multiple layers of vinyl such that any sort of gas could be used in order to inflate it. The additional pressure from the sack as it encased Esamir, suit and all, was enough to bring out another little added feature within the deer’s new foxy attire. But first, the extra inflation behind the cervine seemed to focus more along his backside, just a foot short of it, as he could have sworn that it was bubbling upwards more than the rest of the bag. In so doing the deer’s lithe legs started to part a bit more to the sides, his cheeks spreading apart to accommodate a wider stance. If that was not enough, the bag started to demonstrate why it was paired with the suit, which was already at a rotund, voluptuous level in size all-around. No sooner than the bag ensnared Esamir did it also start to vibrate as a whole, as if the entire sack was the subject of its own 4.0 earthquake on the Richter scale. 

With his legs hoisted a bit upward and parted as his back lay upon the inner portion of the inflatable bag, Esamir could barely feel the last feature of the vixen suit coming into position. All of the additional movement of air within the suit’s layers, and the position the bag itself got him into on the floor, slowly moved an anal stimulator into position. Impossible to feel at first when trying on the suit, the intake of air during the inflation process not only helped bring the stimulator to its proper size of nine inches in length and nearly three inches of wide, robust fun, but it also helped steer its placement to right between the occupant’s cheeks. And, with the bag working overtime to make sure it inflated irregularly just to part that ass and let that air-filled length slip right in with ease. 

Thankfully, the suit was eagerly harvesting the deer’s own hefty precum output and redirecting it to other portions of the inner linings of the suit. It left some right on the tip of his gray nose, so that it would feel it slide all around as his nostrils picked up his own lust-driven scent. The rest leaked right where the stimulator emerged easily allowing it to jut forward, push right against that pert ring of his, and demand an entrance as it surged forward inch-by-inch, not taking refusal or clenching for an answer.

The anal toy slipped in with relative ease. With all of the untold pleasure being sucked and gripped from his front, along with his arms starting to burn with lactic acid buildup as he tried to keep a hold of at least one thing, there was no other room for resistance. The tip, slightly bigger than the rest of the tool’s length, spread out his precum all throughout Esamir’s  backdoor as it slipped right up to his prostate. With the very tip just barely grazing along that sensitive spot, the toy started to buzz and shudder like a hummingbird on a sugar high. Bliss quickly shot through the deer’s entire body, his arms quaked trying to keep ahold of the bag above, and his own erection started to spurt out pre-ejaculatory euphoria without any seeming end. The suit, working quickly, made sure the sleeve itself was absolutely drenched in Esamir’s own pre as the vibrator slid up quite a bit more, making sure that not a single speck of his prostate would go unassailed.

It held its position for a good minute. Sixty seconds of unrepentant sexual enthusiasm, a stretch of time that made the poor lad clamp down on his breathing tube just to hold back. It wasn’t until the same amount of reverberations struck along the entire circumference of his balls that he couldn’t take it any longer. Even with the breathing tube in his maw, he let out the loudest yelp he could ever recall as the stimulator slipped in with a flourish all the way into its base. The constant rumblings along every bit of his erogenous zones sent Esamir into one of the richest orgasms of his life. The internal sleeve, tugging and massaging along as it was, could barely contain all of his extra deer batter. It just kept swelling up, encompassing every inch of that pulsating rod of his with the same energetic vibrations from his ass, and using the extra suction and the cream trapped within to help stretch out that erection by another half an inch.

With his body being sent to  a paradise he had never experienced before in all of the other tests at Phygen, Esamir’s arms started to spread out a bit more, losing their grip. Unbeknownst to him, though,  as the top half of the bag kept on inflating it also expanded two large sleeves, specifically meant for arms. His loosening grip allowed them to slide right on in with the same gusto that his shaft had done earlier in the vixen suit. With his arms now fully surrounded by vinyl sleeves, the upper half of the inflatable sack fell down softly on top of the deer as it finally sealed up all around its edges. His vision went completely dark, but he barely noticed. His eyes were still completely shut as the anal stimulator and the sleeve worked in tandem, with the sleeve diverting some of the deer’s extra output of jizz back to the anal toy just to whitewash his inner folds. The sudden and unexpected rush of hot spunk was more than enough to prolong the cervine’s explosive output up front, his balls churning to be emptied of every single droplet. 

Eyes still held shut, Esamir could have sworn he could see various patterns and colors as his eyelids kept squeezing shut. He was almost shocked that his orgasm itself, firing out into the confines of the sleeve as if he had held himself back from pleasure for well over a month, was nearly lasting an entire minute long. Deep in his heart he knew it didn’t help to struggle while cumming like he was a teenager; once the flow subsided he could try and struggle some more against his captive situation.

It all would have went well if his taste buds wasn’t assaulted with the flavor of some of the freshest berries he had ever tasted. A syrupy concoction flowed down the sides of the breathing tube at a quick pace, leaving Esamir no option to gulp it down. Even if he could potentially spit the tube out he wouldn’t dare consider losing his stable line of oxygen. His only problem though was that the rest of his body was getting far more hot, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of the suit or something else entirely. His skin and fur tingled, as if lapped by the blazing flames of an open kiln, and he could feel his fingers and toes start to curl.

Thankfully, his internal sleeve, with its multitudinous rings, started to rub and massage along his length once more. It had barely decreased in size after his first tremendous explosion, and the suits inner workings made sure to slide all along the ridge of his cock right before a sudden stop. It was if the suit was trying to get him to edge, and do so repeatedly. Esamir could only continuously cry, whining softly as his body was treated like a plaything. Thrusting resumed from behind, rocking steadily into his ass every time the sleeve’s manipulations made him squirm. Soon enough, after the fifth time being forced to edge, with the entirety of his body feeling as if it was being whipped about by hot winds straight from a desert, he couldn’t take any more. 

At that last instant both sides of the inflatable vinyl sack, both above and below, let in a final gulp of air. This sent the anal vibrator sailing deep within him to its base, while the cock sleeve gripped as with the strength of a giant for one final tug. The poor buck leaned back and unloaded once again, shocked that he was spraying out just as much milk as last time. Like before, the suit was only too happy to quickly redistribute his load, making sure it soared back into his tailhole from the anal toy just as readily as Esamir was to shoot it out. 

This time, though, he felt different. Right in the midst of his orgasm he nearly screamed out once more as the pleasure tripled out of nowhere. It was as if he was having an orgasm on top of another one, and his seed only kept coming. The nutrient-rich drink that constantly seeped into his awaiting maw was to blame, he thought, but it was at least cooling off his mouth and throat while the rest of his body raged like the heart of an inferno. Every spurt, every second his juices poured through his urethra he started to want more. The stroking, the prodding, the unending thrusting from behind, the perpetual sucking upon his pole, it only kept his internal heat rising in a crescendo without end. By the time he realized the fluid was not only for his appetite but also worked as a potent aphrodisiac, he didn’t care. His orgasms piled on one another as his jewels refilled just as quickly as they released, and with each massive blast he could now feel the excess cream being sent all around his body. His own lusty scent was dripping off of every bit of the internal layer of the vinyl suit, coating and soothing his fiery sensations with his own, unending outbursts.

Several minutes passed and Esamir was no worse for the wear. He was producing as much cum as an entire barnyard filled with studs ready to rut, and his throbbing cock did not stop producing, or had any reason to. By now that fruity concoction not only kept Esamir horny, feeling as if he was on the edge of sexual release no matter how much he was gushing, but it reduced his refractory period to near-nothing at all.

Within the throes of passion, however, a small display started to light up. It burned his eyes a bit, having been either encapsulated by darkness for the past few minutes either by way of the inflatable bag or keeping his eyes held shut in euphoria. It contained data about his body temperature, fluid levels, hunger,  blood sugar and pressure, and his overall production, all in great detail. It must have been what Emily had been monitoring as well all the while, and seeing as it was a little bit away from his eyesight, it must have been located within the inflatable bag itself as a secondary feature.

“Alright, Esamir,” Emily mewed, still a bit muffled due to the automated pleasure suit and bag encasing him. “It seems you’ve gotten plenty of treatment from all these two items have to offer.” She paused for a second, as if to check on some other vital statistics. “And from what I’m seeing here, you’re completely done with Stage 1 testing on this device. On behalf of Phygen, we’d like to thank you for your effort and all of the data you’ve provided today.” There was another small pause, nothing out of the ordinary, but then the world seemed to shift starting at the base of the bag itself. Something or someone was gripping along the bag, hoisting it forward by around where his angles would be. The additional motion caused him to ejaculate once more, but at this point he experienced at least two dozen of them, and he was steadily losing count.

As much as the young buck would have considered thrashing about in an attempt to get out, those thoughts were well behind him. Every inch of his body was soaking in and racked by endless passion, and even if the rest of him wanted to leave the constant random vibrations all over the rest of his form were too relaxing to consider passing up.

“I see you’re having a hard time responding, so I’ll just assume by your elevated heart rate that you’ll accept.” Esamir shook his head a bit, surprised he had even missed a question being asked. Did he really just zone out while Emily was talking? “As such, given your track record and all, as your concierge I am delighted to answer on your behalf that you would be thrilled to enter Stage 2 of our testing process. This cycle is what we like to call the Extended Cycle, meant to help test out any potential long-term bugs in using the toys for days or weeks on end. Don’t worry, the berry gel is especially meant to keep you going, and those vibrations will make sure your muscles won’t atrophy in the slightest, as well as keep you as productive as ever.”

The underside of the bag rolled forward as well. If memory served the deer properly it was leading right towards the closet where the suit and bag were first delivered. After a final shove on the vinyl on top of his head, he could hear a door slide to a close behind him, before he feeling as if his entire body was slowly descending. 
The last thing he heard, right before passing out from exhaustion for a few hours, was Emily’s voice. It had a gentle lilt to it, as if it was pregnant with comfort. “We’ll take the best care of you possible during this stage, Esamir. Get your rest, now. You’ll be staying as a guest of Phygen Incorporated for a while, and we’ll treat you just as well as you have always treated our products.”

As the contained deer and the sex toys sank by elevator into the deep recesses of Phygen’s facility, that much would definitely hold true. He could be there until the products were ready for market, helping improve them throughout the design process until ready for mass production. But at that moment, Esamir couldn’t care any less. It was practically vinyl heaven on earth, and leaving that any time soon would be akin to waking up early from the best dream of his life.

All he knew was that the bar was raised quite high for the next time he enjoyed his benefits as a Platinum Training Tier Member.