Preperations

As he was led down a winding hallway Erik could see a plethora of pictures on the walls depicting what could only be described as the superiority and power of the Futa. Everywhere he turned he could see lithe bois in degrading and humiliating positions, and a strong Futa above him with their raging cocks standing just as tall as themselves. He wasn't really sure about this photoshoot thing anymore, yet the words of Mistress Clara rung clear within his mind. He pushed through the doubt and continued following the tiny naked girl. As she was ahead Erik looked down onto her tight ass which revealed that she had a tramp stamp, although this tattoo was a beautiful depiction of hearts and flowers all intertwined by spiked vines. He considered if Clara would like him to have tattoos like that. Yet the thought of having such naughty words permanently tattood onto his body seemed daunting. He hoped that if Clara did ask him to get a tattoo, it would be one like Tingles tramp stamp.

Finally both of them came to an open space room with several mirrors and an overwhealming amount of clothing racks adorned with fetish gear. Erik stumbled forward with a look of disbelief as he slowly came to the realisation that he'd actually be wearing something like this. Sure, he'd dressed up for Clara before but that wasn't like this. These garments would hide nothing, and even worse they'd be taking pictures of him. Thinking back to the pictures on the walls and outside the building he began to worry about which poisitions he would be in. He felt the pressure from his wrist let go as Tingle made her way to another door across the room. She unlocked it and knocked in a sprecific pattern. The door then opened, followed by several people coming out of what seemed to be a storage chamber filled with clothes and make-up. All of them looked somewhat identical, sharing Tingles nakedness and smooth tiny frame. As he looked closer he could even see that some of the were guys... or bois more like. Their tiny clitties locked in pink chastity cages and their erect nipples clamped with small bells on the ends of them

"We've got work to do fuck-puppies, today is the collab photoshoot with Lane Corp and Master wants it to be perfect." Even though Tingles voice wasn't intimidating or powerful, everyone in the room including Erik seemed to respect it.

"This sissy needs a full makeover. She needs to be cleaned, scrubbed, unplugged and replugged, made-up, and everything you can tihnk of." They all acted as if they'd done this a million times before. Preparing tools and supplies, arranging chairs and mirrors, carrying boxes filled with goddess knows what.

"So sissy boi, why don't you strip and we'll get too it?" She giggled cutely and approached him as if he'd already agreed to it. He hadn't though, and this all seemed very strange.

He backed away slightly, "W-wait wait, can't I got to another room and change or something?" Erik had always been very tiny, but now due to his time a Lane Corp he had been stripped of any muscle, some of his hight seemed to have disappeared aswell. If it wasn't for his plump ass and thighs he'd almost look just like these dainty so called 'fuck-puppies'.

"Of course not silly, we need to fix you up within an hour and make-up takes a looong time to apply. Chop chop, you wouldn't want to get punished by Master huh? Miss Lane doesn't wanna wait either so I doubt she'd protest to some punishment." She seemed serious yet so silly, Erik didn't want to disappoint Clara however so he relented.

Slowly he grabbed the bottom of his crop top and pulled it over his head. His blond chest length hair fell infront of his face which made Tingle laugh. His chest seemed to have sprouted two mounds, his nipples seemed more puffy. His hands trailed down his slim body and onto his short shorts. The spot of precum was still there which didn't go unnoticed by Tingle. He slowly pulled them down while trying to cover his tiny clitty which had shrunk considerably. As they fell to the floor he decided to pull off his shoes as he took of the shorts. And now there he stood, naked and exposed.

Within seconds the servant were on him, cleaning the saliva and cum off his face, scrubbing him with water and shampoo, taking out his dildo plug and replacing it with a bigger one. He was surprised when Tingle sprayed something into his face. At first it seemed like nothing, but after a few seconds he felt dizzy. The next hours was hazy, being covered in oil, having subtle make-up applied onto his face, trying on all the clothes. Whatever they gave him, it seemed to make him very obedient and high. It greatly aided in their task to make him as dolled up and sexy as possible for the shoot.

When hour had come, slolwy he was led back through where they came from and into the room where the photoshoot would take place. Mistress Clara already stood naked and ready.