Quinn
A fox signs up for a modeling job that is more than he bargained for
Quinn
My name is Quinn. My life is always quite the adventure, never knowing where I might end up or who I'll see. Ever since I signed up for this job I've been moved all over the country. I've seen a multitude of places, only stopping for a brief period of time, just long enough to start to feel comfortable in an area before I'm packed up and shipped out once more.
Literally. Shipped out. It all started a couple years back when I got the notice from a friend that this company was looking for tall fox models who could show off their clothing brand. Without a job, I was desperate to start making some money so I showed up and they hired me on the spot. I probably should have read the job description a little closer.
After getting hired, everything was just one big blur. They pushed some papers on me and had me sign them on the spot. Why wouldn't I? They promised that they would provide all of my health benefits and even put a roof over my head. Again, failed to interpret the fine print associated with those clauses.
"We've arrived!" I heard the trucker yell as I was pulled from the back. Where have we arrived? I probably wouldn't know until some teenager wearing a state university sweatshirt passed by. Life is funny that way, but certainly exciting. After agreeing to all of the terms and conditions, I was brought in to an experimental laboratory where they sprayed me down with some sort of chemical, in my naivety I thought it might have been a spray tan. Which made no sense seeing as my fur was already a hot golden brown.
The box opened and I could see the area for the first time, my first glance was never a nice one. Always being pulled out in the middle of some empty warehouse or darkened back office somewhere. Just once I'd love to see the sky as my first sight, or even a hot girl. No such luck, the first face that greeted me was an old raccoon whose fur had gone almost completely gray.
"He's perfect!" I knew the guy was talking about me. I was just an object to them. My body was their personal property to use as they see fit. But that's what happens when you get turned into a mannequin. To them, I was not a living being, I was a mere object. The job didn't completely lie, I would be modeling the clothing brand, but I would be doing so from a pedestal and completely inanimate.
The raccoon reached into my box and began pulling out my pieces, setting my head up on a pole in front of a mirror. This was fairly normal, my owners would rent me for a month or so, pull out some of their best looking clothes and then fit me into them flatteringly. In the mirror I could see the door to the warehouse closing as the trucker made his leave. We were now the only two in the area. Something didn't quite seem right. Usually there would be other mannequins and boxes of wares all around. This place seemed a little too empty.
"Ah my cute fox. Let's see what you have here." He reached down into my box full of body parts, every limb completely detachable so that shipping would be cheaper. I would be a living puzzle that they could put together piece by piece. I could still feel everything too, his hand on my arm as he pulled it out and set it on the cold floor, I hate when they do that. Can't any of these places have carpeting or something warmer than cement? Then he pulled out my torso. I knew he would soon be coming upon the only thing that would have made me blush about the situation, if I had the ability to blush. His small hands wrapped around my plastic junk. It was almost as though that were the piece he had been searching for. Most store owners opted to leave this piece off of my model, no reason for a mannequin to be anatomically correct. Up until now I had been lucky enough that whenever I was returned they would always send it back with me.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret... Quinn." The raccoon knew my name. For the first time since taking this job, I wasn't sure I felt comfortable with the hands that were now fondling me. My only saving grace is that since it was made of plastic, it would be impossible for me to grow hard.
"I developed the formula that made you the way you are today. But then they stole it from me, no compensation, not so much as a thank you. They cast me aside once they had what they wanted. Well, now I've made it my mission to purchase their mannequin creations under a false name. One by one I will fill up this warehouse with you. The company will be forced to make more, and pretty soon it will be noticed that people are disappearing. You'll excuse me if I just keep talking, I know you can't acknowledge me." He scattered the rest of my parts across the floor, keeping my cock in his hands.
"I've got some fun things planned for you. See, since I created the formula, I'm the only one that currently has the countering agent." He held up a small spray bottle that I could see through the mirror. He was going to turn me back to normal? Was I finally going to be done with this job? It wasn't exactly a terrible one, just slightly inconvenient. Also, I liked that I was pretty much immortal in this form. It took a moment for me to realize just what he meant.
He held up my junk and sprayed the cold contents over the hard plastic. Within moments I felt my manhood stirring and losing their sheen. The fur softened, he gave it a small squeeze and I felt the skin push in, which shouldn't have been possible. He smiled in the mirror as the tip of my cock slowly protruded from the sheath, it hadn't done that since before I took the job. My mind was doing flips, I couldn't think straight, all of the sexual tension of the past year had built up so much that I had completely reverted to my primal urges. I wanted desperately to move my arms, to turn around and snatch it back from him, but to everyone else in the world, I was still only an inanimate head on a stick.
"I almost wish I could hear your reaction, I'm sure you must be screaming inside that plastic head of yours. I almost feel sorry for you, you're just an unfortunate pawn in all of this. But know this, you're only the first pawn. I've got another couple of shipments on their way soon. Maybe I'll animate your head at some point, but for now I'm just going to take this somewhere safe." He gave my boner one long lick before turning and making his way out of the warehouse. It was degrading, being left there with all my parts scattered across the floor, knowing that this guy had complete control over me and my living dildo. I couldn't see him anymore, but somewhere he was still going at my member, his warm tongue coaxing me to orgasm. The feeling of skin to skin contact for the first time in over a year was overwhelming, I had no will to fight the urge of release. If my body could move it would have clenched up under the intense orgasm. My plastic eyes took in the sight of my body on the floor, twitching ever so slightly. I could move? I tried to move my fingers but it was no use, the euphoria had been lost and with it my will to fight. I felt my cock get placed on a surface and reeled at the idea of it being on display for anyone. That's not what I had signed up for.