Livestock Research Institute Story (2)
The unloading dock, where countless livestock poured in, was filled with all sorts of shouting right now. The first reason was the rebellion from livestock who hadn't fully grasped their new reality as livestock. Of course, those cases were usually settled with a few lashes from the suppression whips.
The real problem was the second reason. Some researchers would throw tantrums because they fancied another person's livestock more than their own. Right now, it looked like they were fighting over a blonde one, claiming they'd take her away.
Fortunately, no one picked a fight over Yukaho, the one Shinchi was there to claim. Shinchi sought out the dock manager to retrieve her.
"Show me the certificate."
He casually handed over the paperwork, and the manager headed to Yukaho's position, yanking her by the collar until she stumbled forward.
"You're Mr. Shinchi, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Livestock Number 647, Yukaho—she's still got a high defiance level, so she's muzzled. Be careful; she might lash out the moment you take it off."
"Got it."
As soon as the explanation wrapped up, Shinchi turned to stare at Yukaho.
"You're Yukaho, huh?"
Yukaho was still twitching from what must have been a recent orgasm, tears streaming down her face in endless frustration at her situation. Honestly, watching her like that made her seem kinda pitifully cute.
"We'll keep the muzzle on for now. Let's check the notes..."
Shinchi started reading the file right away.
"Hmm, E-cup tits—pretty big. Age 22, virgin until yesterday? Is that why?"
His eyes lit up at the virgin mention. Her lake-blue eyes were already a hit, and keeping her purity until 22 meant she was probably pretty clueless sexually. No wonder he felt thrilled.
"Still got some bite in you?"
To Yukaho, it was a desperate struggle to survive. But to them, it was just dismissed as a bit of attitude.
"Fine, since our department's Human Furniture Division, we'll turn you into a mouth toilet."
"Mmph?!"
She didn't know exactly what "mouth toilet" meant, but it sure as hell didn't sound good for her. Nothing positive came to mind. Naturally, Yukaho started tensing up, resisting being dragged away.
But as mentioned before, such rebellion ended with the managers cracking the whip.
Crack!Crack!
Yukaho wept as sharp pain bloomed across her back and waist. Only after dozens of red welts striped her skin did she finally sob and follow Shinchi meekly.
Moments later, Shinchi led Yukaho into his assigned lab. It was packed with machinery straight out of sci-fi books, a clear sign of the massive support they received—personal setups like this for every researcher.
The Livestock Research Institute was state-run, but development costs and operations involved major Japanese corporations. The Livestock Law granted them huge perks, so the conglomerates donated billions of yen. Government protection was a given, of course. And if the institute developed a solid human furniture piece or livestock model, corporations snapped up the rights.
Shinchi immediately secured Yukaho in the restraint device. Once locked in, her arms and legs were fully immobilized—no rebellion possible. Just like Yujin from earlier.
All livestock went through the standard initial process upon arrival: reprogramming. This broke most of their will to fight back. It wasn't perfect, though—too intense, and their personality shattered into doll-like obedience.
Dozens of electrodes pierced her skull, and reprogramming began.
"Urghhh!!"
"Eek! Hek!"
Yukaho screamed through the agony that hit out of nowhere, drool spilling past the muzzle. This program was coded by the institute director himself, supposedly embedding core human furniture traits. That's why all the lab's human furniture shared one defining quirk. No idea how he pulled it off, but it took genius. Makes sense—he was the director for a reason.
Shinchi figured he'd grab some coffee while it ran. It'd take a while.
But the wait wasn't boring.
A bit later, when Shinchi returned to the lab, reprogramming was done.
"You with it?"
He waved a hand in front of Yukaho's eyes; she nodded. Looking nicely docile—programming took hold properly.
Shinchi reached to remove the muzzle...
But the nearby screen lit up with her status.
Livestock: Yukaho
- Anger level is considerable.
- If muzzle is removed, possibility of extreme choice is very high.
"You were faking it?"
Yukaho trembled like she'd been caught. Guess this programming couldn't fully brainwash her on its own. Made sense—if it could, they wouldn't need researchers like him.
"First things first, time to mod you for mouth toilet duty, right?"
Truth be told, Shinchi wasn't your average guy to end up here. He had his own twisted perversions, recognized enough to land in Human Furniture.
"Let's yank these teeth first."
Teeth meant a suicide risk by biting her tongue during training. Muzzle was fine short-term, but for mouth toilet conversion, it'd come off eventually. Solution: pull 'em all.
Hearing that, Yukaho thrashed in panic. Shinchi ignored it, fitted the mouth gag to pry her jaws open, and removed the muzzle.
Her teeth were neat and pretty. As he grabbed the extraction tools, she sobbed out a plea.
"...I'm sorry!! I won't resist anymore, please leave my teeth...!"
Didn't matter if it was real or not. Leaving them risked suicide on his first assignment—total failure. Better safe than sorry; rip 'em out.
Painkillers pumped via hose dulled it, so Yukaho just twitched at each pull, no real fight. Restraints helped, anyway.
Post-extraction, he slotted in rubber teeth. No teeth at all would've collapsed her gums, mangled speech, ruined looks and utility. Rubber fixed that. Plus, during use as a mouth toilet, if she bit in rebellion, it'd feel like a massage. No rot issues either—total convenience.
With processing done, time for proper mouth toilet mods. Current state? Zero chance of decent service; pure rebellion risk.
But that was their job: inject eternal service pleasure forever.
Shinchi lowered her rig so her face aligned perfectly with his crotch. Then he clipped wires to her pussy—specifically her clit.
"Urghhh!"
She wailed at the pinpoint pain. Rubber teeth worked; no slurring.
"Alright, now we'll turn that mouth into a proper toilet. Your only role is serving Master, so focus up."
He held up a tray of piercings.
"See these?"
"...Yes."
"Gonna teach you oral service. Fail, and one goes in. Got it?"
"...Yes."
Yukaho answered weakly. No energy left to fight. No way to, either. Better endure the mods obediently than suffer extra pain.