A World Stocked with Livestock (Finale)
The department store had two women's clothing sections. One was for ordinary customers, selling a wide array of luxury brands—not the ultra-high-end pieces, but still quite diverse, along with countless other garments. The first section drew the biggest crowds and stocked the most items.
But Matsumoto wasn't heading there now. He took the elevator to the second women's clothing section, reserved exclusively for VIPs. This place was far more infamous under another name: the pet livestock shop.
The reason was simple. It had originally been a boutique curating rare treasures for elite clientele. But at some point, every VIP started bringing their pet livestock along on shopping trips. The store, which had initially just tolerated their presence, soon had no choice but to stock items for the pets. It didn't take long for the second section to fully transform into the pet livestock shop.
This was Matsumoto's first time visiting in person, yet the sight felt utterly familiar. His mother frequented the place and always regaled him with vivid tales upon her return, making the shop itself old hat to him.
"...Siyazaki-chan, what should we look at first?"
The shop's "clothes" barely qualified as such. Most were tools designed to flaunt a livestock's body or torment it.
Right beside Matsumoto, another VIP was shopping. She held up a garment to her pet.
"Mika, how about this one? I bet you'll love it."
Even this hardly passed for normal shopping. The pet's eyes were blindfolded with an eyepatch while the owner picked out outfits. The livestock had no say in the matter. And the so-called clothes offered zero protection. The flimsy, sheer fabric barely covered anything—though compared to wandering around naked, as many did, it was a step up. But the leather straps dangling from it would surely cinch tight around the pet's breasts.
Sensing as much, the livestock trembled in terror. It clearly wasn't her first rodeo.
Matsumoto watched, gripping Siyazaki-chan's leash even tighter.
"Let's get you something pretty like that, Siyazaki-chan. How about starting with some underwear?"
The word "underwear" filled the bitch with dread. She was already barely clad in a single skin-tight outfit clinging to her body. Underwear? She couldn't guess his scheme.
Unlike other livestock, Siyazaki-chan wasn't gagged or blindfolded. Her wide eyes took in the shop's wares directly—and the sight hit harder for it. The "underwear" on offer was grotesquely abnormal.
As Matsumoto led her to a display, a woman approached, dressed in what looked like black rubber panties. Her face flushed crimson, breaths coming in ragged gasps. She seemed to be livestock too, working as staff. But unlike Siyazaki-chan, dragged around near-naked like a bitch in heat, this one had a job—slightly better circumstances. A flicker of envy stirred in Siyazaki.
"...Hah, welcome... ahh."
The staffer panted with every step, but steadied somewhat upon reaching Matsumoto.
"Looking for anything in particular?"
She seemed calmer standing still.
"What's that you're wearing down there?" Matsumoto eyed her crotch. It didn't look like normal underwear.
Her response was blunt. Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs in and yanked the panties down in front of him.
Squelch.
Schlop.
Slick fluids gushed out, and with a wet pop, a thick dildo slid free—actually integrated into the panties, embedded in the lining. Roughly 20cm long.
"...Dildo panties. Part of our underwear line for livestock."
Relieved now that her belly wasn't stuffed full, the staffer answered hoarsely.
"Put it back on. Show me."
Matsumoto eyed her, eager to toy with her.
She swallowed hard, staring at the panties.
"...Yes. I'll demonstrate."
Slowly, she aligned the dildo with her pussy. Already soaked, it slurped right in with the slightest push.
"Nnghhaa!!!"
Her body was well-trained for this girth; soon, lewd moans spilled from her lips.
"Haaah... So, would you like to order?"
Matsumoto glanced at Siyazaki.
"What do you think? Want a pair?"
"..."
Siyazaki shook her head silently, too scared to speak. Answering might give him an excuse to punish her—and she dreaded imagining what form that would take. This owner clearly wouldn't torment her in ordinary ways.
Terror froze her tongue.
But Matsumoto was even more depraved than she feared.
"Shaking like that? You must love it. What's the largest size?"
"...The largest? It won't fit your livestock..."
"A mere pet questioning a VIP?"
VIPs dismissed staff even in normal stores—livestock staff doubly so.
The woman paled, bowing frantically.
"...I-I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
One wrong word from a VIP, and she'd lose even this gig—reduced to a product demo dummy. Still hellish, but far better than full livestock conversion into furniture or worse. At least here, she could live somewhat human-like. Not dragged around stripped of all dignity like the bitch before her eyes.
VIPs could easily demote her there.
"I'll let it slide once. Now hurry and fetch some oral underwear for my Siyazaki."
"Right away!"
She rushed to a corner rack, rummaging. Moments later, she returned with panties sporting a 25cm dildo—protruding slightly from the rear too.
"What's this?"
"Designed for 25cm insertion upfront. Rear optional add-on up to 15cm for the anus. We call them two-hole panties."
"Not bad. What do you say, Siyazaki-chan?"
Her face darkened at the anal mention. Her ass remained untouched—a rare detail, even to her. Unbeknownst to her, Matsumoto had preserved it to savor the flavor of tormenting Siyazaki the public toilet. She just found it odd. And she wanted no part of those panties.
But refusal wasn't an option.
Despair closed in. All that awaited Siyazaki now were endless days of Matsumoto's abuse.
He promptly bought a slew of the shop's tools, planning to recreate his past games with Siyazaki on this Siyazaki-chan.
"Here, Siyazaki-chan—let's pierce you too."
In his hand: a piercing kit. Not the tame sort—needles studded with barbs for agony, weights tailored to tug on clit and nipples.
"Home, or right here before we go?"
He hefted a sharp needle, squeezing her breast.
"Gotta make these nipples bigger first."
Only teasing would do. His tongue flicked out, laving her nipple. It stiffened erect in moments.
"Piercing now?"
As the needle neared, Siyazaki trembled violently. But trembling was all she could do—powerlessness crushed her.
Yet what truly chilled her wasn't the impending nipple agony.
It was Matsumoto's gaze, fixed on her like the start of endless torment. She knew that look spelled no mercy for her.