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Help with Product Testing

For HerkytheHawk

By Draconicon

Zeke wasn't entirely sure what he was getting into when he signed up for product testing some clothing for men, but when you were as far down the rabbit hole as he was in regards to his finances, you did what you were told and you were grateful that you were getting money for it. He shifted from foot to foot in the changing room, though, still not quite sure where the rest of his outfit actually was.

The box that he'd been given had something, alright. A pair of pantyhose, which were as sheer as they were long, and they looked like they would have a tight fit with his legs. He didn't know if he precisely wanted a tight fit with that, but he didn't really have many options when it came down to it. He picked them up from the box, unrolling them, letting them fall to the ground.

They even had an attachment that would go around his waist when he had them pulled up properly, something that would keep them from sliding down. That meant that they would go all the way up his thighs, stopping right before his crotch, and...and...

And that was it. There wasn't any more clothes than that, and his clothes had already been taken away. He was quite naked in the changing room, and he could feel the draft coming in from under the door chilling his ankles, even through the sleek brown fur that covered him from head to toe. His finned tail flicked back and forth nervously, and his toes curled against the tiles underfoot.

"Are you sure, uh, that this is for men?" he asked.

"For men, and those that like a little androgyny, yes. Now, go on, put them on," the voice said over the intercom.

He blushed as he looked at the soft things again. He was half-sure that he was going to rip them as he pulled them on, and that it would come out of his paycheck, but...

Well, he needed the money. The sea lion had been short on funds for nearly three months now, and his landlord wasn't going to let him slide again. If he didn't do something, then he was going to get kicked out. Time to bite the bullet.

He sat down on the bench, pulling the stockings on one by one. Pantyhose, rather, pantyhose, he needed to remember that word. They were smooth, he had to admit, and as they slid up his legs, he was surprised that they barely ruffled his fur in the process. He had expected them to pull and tug at the soft, short strands that stuck out, but nothing of the sort happened. They just flowed over it.

Well, at least they're well-made, he thought, dragging the first one all the way up to the top of his thigh. He wiggled his toes, rather surprised at how comfortable it was. Tight, yes, but not tight enough to restrict his movement. It was like a very long, very smooth, very comfortable sock in its own way.

Did make his leg look rather...feminine, though. Just the way that it gripped and displayed his limb made him feel like he was looking at someone else's leg.

Stop thinking about that. Get the other one on.

He dragged it up, too, pulling it all the way to his crotch, letting it grip him right where the leg met the hip. Finding the strips, he pulled them, and the band that was supposed to wrap around his waist, up and tight around his middle. They would keep the pantyhose from falling down again, and keep him displaying...

Well, everything. As he stood up, feeling the pantyhose tightening around his toes and showing off every digit perfectly, he could feel just how exposed he was. He didn't have to look in the mirror behind him, but he felt like he should. Like something was pulling him to do just that. So, he turned, and -

"Oh, god..."

He stared at the image in the mirror. His legs were perfect-looking, almost like a model's, but he rather wished that he had his regular clothes back on. The sheer cloth did nothing for the fact that he was naked, after all, and that meant that he could see his dick, and see it rising, more to the point. Zeke tried to cover himself, but he couldn't quite manage it, particularly as he kept getting harder and harder. For a sea lion, he wasn't exactly badly endowed, after all.

"That's great. Now, we just need you to take a walk."

"W-walk? Where?"

"Just through the back door."

"What back door?"

Whoosh.

"That back door," the intercom said, though the voice seemed to come from two sources. "Nice ass, by the way. Turn around?"

Zeke did as he was told, his cheeks burning hotter and hotter as he realized that the back wall of the changing room had just slid up and out of the way. Where it had been was a door leading to a catwalk, and at the end of the catwalk were two dragonesses. Two very, very sensual looking dragonesses, for that matter, their legs crossed and wrapped in the same pantyhose that he wore.

One of them was a soft pink in color, with a generous bosom and a soft smirk on her face. She leaned back in the folding chair that supported her, her chin on her fist, her eyes fixed on him. The other, with red scales along her arms and legs and yellow along her chest and stomach, looked at him with a slightly more...He didn't want to call it cruel, the way that she looked at him, but he didn't know any other way to put it. Possessive? Controlling? Something along those lines, and it was hard to look away from her.

Eventually, the red and yellow one curled her finger, and he felt a sudden urge to follow her summons. He stepped out onto the catwalk, blushing harder and harder as his cock swung between his legs, as he could feel the soft thud, thud, thud of each step as he walked down the catwalk.

"Turn, dear, turn," the pink dragoness said, spinning her finger in a circle.

He did as he was told, feeling his hips pop a little bit, pushing out as he reached the end of the catwalk. He spun in place, showing off his body without entirely meaning to -

"Stop. Leg out."

And just like that, he did. The red and yellow dragoness grabbed him by the end of the pantyhose, stroking a finger against one of his toes. She pulled off a piece of dust, flicking it away.

"Cleanliness, little male. Make sure that you don't treat our design with disdain now, or you might have to pay a little penalty," she said.

"What's going on?" he squeaked. "What are you doing?"

"Seeing how this looks," the red and yellow dragoness said, cocking her head to the side. "Certainly seems quite good at drawing out obedience, wouldn't you say, Joyce?"

"Certainly, Nuri, but we haven't gotten to the hard stuff."

"Oh, he's gotten to the hard stuff," Nuri said, nodding at his hardening dick. "The question is, how much harder can we go?"

The fact that he was under the microscope for two women that were both taller, stronger, and wealthier than him did not help his confidence in the slightest, and neither did the way that they were talking to each other without even acknowledging his presence after cleaning that dust off. He opened his mouth -

"Kneel."

Nuri's command brought him to his knees a scant second later, and he gasped as the pink one extended her leg. Long, muscular in the thigh and narrowing towards dainty toes at the end, her leg and foot was a work of art. Made all the better, of course, as she draped her toes across his dick and made it bounce up, then down, then up again.

"Mmmph..."

"Look at that. So springy," she said. "I think that he's ready for a little bit of worship. I think we deserve a treat, don't we?"

"Yes, but he doesn't. Little male hasn't earned a good time just yet."

"Mmmph...I...I have a name," Zeke whimpered, trying not to moan too much as Joyce flicked her delicate pink toes up and down his cock. It was so much more sensitive now than usual.

"See that? The male thinks that he can talk to us without permission. Obviously the pantyhose need further reinforcement if they're not putting his proper role in his head just yet."

"Yes, yes, Nuri. But come on. We can at least have some fun with this one. Look. He's already obeying everything that you say."

"Hmmph. Let's test that. Male." Nuri lifted her leg, the yellow-soled, red-scaled foot pointed right at him. He could see a few moist spots through the pantyhose that she wore, and his cock twitched again. "Look at me. Do you see something you like?"

"Mmmph...yes..."

"And what is that?"

"Y-your foot..."

"You like to be underfoot, do you?"

"Y-yes."

"And did you like that before?"

"I...sometimes...Never this much."

"Then at least that much is working. Male, you may suckle upon my toes. And make sure that I feel it."

Despite it being presented as an option, he knew that it was anything but. He leaned forward immediately, dragging his tongue along the pantyhose-covered digits, sucking the biggest of them into his mouth and licking over it. He mostly got a fabric taste out of that, but there was something else, too. Just a hint of something salty, a little sour further down between the toes.

He tried not to think about that.

"Oh, and no cumming," Joyce said, bringing her soles up to either side of his cock. "We'll make sure that you don't, but try not to do it anyway. If you do, I can tell you that Nuri is going to be very upset. And males don't do well when Nuri is upset."

"It doesn't count with males. They're all under us, anyway."

"Still, dear, doesn't hurt to warn them."

Zeke barely heard. As soon as those pink feet touched his shaft, he was in seventh heaven. If they wanted him to obey, he was more than willing to obey for however long they wanted, as long as he got more of this.

The End

Summary: A young sea lion is taken in for some product testing, and finds himself at the mercy of something rather embarrassing.

Tags: M/F, M/F/F, femdom, dragoness, sea lion, foot fetish, pantyhose, testing, body control, embarrassment, footjob, exposure, near-nudity, erection, submission,