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As you settle into the stream, surrendering control to gravity and lubricated plastic, you feel an undeniably strange sensation, like a blast of cool air all over your body. There's no time to dwell on it though, as you begin barrelling through twists and careening through turns. In fact it's so exhilarating, that you fail to notice your skin creak, and shift, and squeak, becoming bright, smooth and glossy, shedding your hair out behind you. Your body feels lighter, and yet somehow your skin feels tighter, accompanied by a faint hissssss in the air. Your chest and hips slowly begin to puff outwards, an inexorable pressure stretching them bigger and tighter and making them exponentially more sensitive. One particularly sharp turn bumps your tits together (...were they always like this?), scattering your innocent excitement into a wave of pleasure, and triggering even more growth. Your ass begins to balloon out beneath you, and your crotch melts into itself in one orgasmic motion, turning into a featureless, sensitive bulge filling out between your thighs.

You couldn't understand what was happening as you swept down the slide, but it felt... so good. So perfect. As you writhe and fondle your changing body, the hissing suddenly begins filling your head, making it lighter and emptier and blanker, replacing all of those silly thoughts with a steady rush of air and pleasure. You moan, scream with the sensation of it all, as the changes multiply and heighten, turning you into something sexy, and needy, and empty. Something that needs to be filled, with more than just the air that keeps flooding into it, turning its tits into beach balls and ass into pillows and bulge into a soft, jiggly mass the size of its head.

Its hips jolted, as sturdy handles popped out, making it easy and so,so convenient to use. Making it realize just how much it needs to be used.

Its face shifts, eyes glazing over into wide, empty circles, even as its ears pop up into stiff triangles and its mouth pushes forward into a snout with a lazy, content, painted-on grin.

Its limbs begin to stiffen and fix in place, giant, adorable paws replacing its useless hands and feet, a big plump tail popping out from its back.

And lastly, as its awareness totally sinks beneath a sea of pleasure and empty air, three hollow, rubbery tubes open within its body. One in the center of its happy grin, one in the center of its big, bouncy butt, and one just below its giant, sensitive bulge. A nozzle appears on its belly, with the faintest squeak, and the toy knows it is ready for service.

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Carlos sighed. His 10 hour shift was finished, and he didn't manage to get even a single tip. But on the bright-side, that gave him a great excuse to pop by the Employee Relief Pool.

Emerging from the staff elevator, he surveyed the pool with a frown. How was every pooltoy in the building taken already?? He hadn't seen the place this busy since Christmas, when a family of rednecks had terrorized the park for 8 hours straight. And... was that fucking Lucinda, balls-deep in Squeaky, his favourite toy? He stared daggers at her from across the room, but she just blew him a kiss and bucked inside it with an exaggerated moan.

He turned to leave in disgust, but just at that moment, the exit of the Pooltoy Express lit up, and a new Relief Toy cruised into the room. Carlos's jaw dropped, then turned up into a leer. Huge ass, biggest tits he'd ever seen, and a bulge bigger than a watermelon. Jumping into the pool and wading over to it, he let down his pants, grabbed it by its handles, and eeeased himself inside of its fresh rubber pussy. Tight, soft, and pre-lubricated. Carlos didn't know who this was before, but he did know he was going to make it his own (as much as company property can be said to be your own). Finders-Fuckers-Namers, as his manager coined it.

"Hey there, you sweet lil' thing," he whispered. Apparently the toys still had all their senses, even if there wasn't much going on in their heads to make use of it. He begun a steady rhythm, making sure the toy was being broken in gently.

"I don't know what you used to be, but I bet you feel so much better like this~ I'm Carlos, one of your many owners, and since I got to you first, I'm going to help you explore your new body~" He kept his voice soft, tender, even as his hands roved across its rubber skin, fondling its tits, stroking its bulge, teasing its other holes with his fingers and tongue. The toy couldn't make a sound, but the squeaks and sqrks of its body on his were all the response he needed to hear.

"Oh god, holy shit, you feel so good..." He picked up his pace, feeling his precum leak and lubricate its hole, and feeling the hole lubricate itself in response. Holy shit indeed. He'd never taken any toy quite like this one "Fuck. Ok. Wow. I'm getting close. Fuck. I need to name you before I cum. You're a good little toy. Haaa~" Carlos found himself speeding up, pounding it now, losing his train of thought, losing control, fuck this felt so good, he found himself jabbering, pleasure centers lighting up, brain lost in a haze of fucking and twisting and tight tight little rubber fucktoys- "Good little fucktoy. Fuck. That's you. You're so good- You're a fucktoy- You're Fucktoy! A good- Good fuckinggg Fucktoyyyy~~~"

Carlos came, thick ropes shooting out, filling Fucktoy up, filling its hole, filling the emptiness that needed to be filled, filling it with pleasure and warmth and a blissful, blank happiness.

As the night deepened, all the employees came over to try the new toy. They didn't get to name it, but they weren't gonna miss the chance to take it fresh. Fucktoy bucked, and squeaked, and bounced under the onslaught of cocks and straps, all of its holes jammed full for hours on end, filled to the brim and then filled some more, until every last worker had finished inside it.