Why, hello there!

What are you doing here? Come on in! Our house is open for everyone!

Feel free to do whatever you like! Eat whatever you want! The house is your oyster!

My simple, humble request in return is that you simply . . . clean up after yourself. And everything else.

Are you enjoying yourself, human? Isn't our master most generous by graciously allowing you to enjoy the comforts that he alone deserves? Isn't he so kind? Wonderful? The perfect model of a master? The kind of person you'd . . . love to work for?

Here, have some dinner. My master is most graciously giving you the scraps from the marvelous feast we just had. As you can see, it is still far more than what you'd ever hope to ever receive.

I take it you like it here, human? I can see you're growing rather attached to this place. Wouldn't it be so . . . grand to stay a bit longer? Must you really go so soon? Our house is open, my friend. It would be such a shame to leave this place of bliss and travel back out into the real world, full of stress and depression and idiots.

Wouldn't that be just horrible? The absolutely worst thing to ever happen in the world? You don't want to go back. You want to stay. You want to stay here forever.

It's getting late. Now, in return for the immense, unfathomable generosity the master has shown you, he, and I on his behalf, make one simple request in return. It's not bad at all. In fact, I it's not repayment, it's an opportunity. The best opportunity your miserable species could ever hope to attain in a hundred of your teensy, pathetic lifetimes.

The opportunity to serve my master.

All you have to do is work for a set period of time to repay the hospitality the master has shown you. Isn't that glorious? Doesn't the opportunity to return the favor the best your measly body can excite you?

You may deny it, but I can see the desire beginning fester in your eyes. Now, look at me directly in MY eyes and say you don't want to work here.

…

You can't, can you?

Thought so.

Now, we happen to be in the market for a cute, little fennec fox butler. I think you'll make a great fit, with a little help from me! I'll just need to make a few "changes" and we'll be good to go!

First, you'll need a uniform! Luckily for you, I brought one with me. Just slide your feet in, like so, and the uniform will do the rest. Just relax and gaze at me. Think about how amazing it will feel to make my . . . OUR master happy. He's given so much to us, haven't he?

Listen to my voice and follow my directions to the letter. I will guide you through your orientation.

Relax as the rubber slithers up your legs, gently squeezing them and sending a rather pleasant tingle up your spine. The rubber coats and rubs against your legs with small squeaks, which sound like heaven to your ears.

Relax as the costume drapes itself over your shoulders, gently coaxing your hands and arms into the squishy, warm recesses of the suit. The sticky, tight rubber feels like utter sensual bliss against your weak and vulnerable skin.

By comparison, the rest of you begins to feel uncomfortably cold. Your pathetic clothes can no longer keep you warm or protect you. Only the rubber suit can do that now. Only the master's gift.

You want the rest of the suit to embrace you like a warm, sticky blanket. You desire it. You crave it. Think how generous and kind the master is to be granting you the gift of this suit. Lose any and all other desires. Expel them from your mind. Focus on me. On the suit. On the sensual euphoria of the suit squeezing your skin.

The front of your chest is completely enclosed now. Now it's just a matter of zipping yourself up. Hmm, are you having trouble with those clumsy paws of yours? Here, let me help you. I know it can be tough grabbing tiny items right now. Right now your fingers, tightly balled up in those giant paws of yours, are rather useless until you get fully "assimilated". I understand. It's not your business to handle these kinds of detailed items, anyways. Your rubbery paws only need to be sufficient to carry the dishes or hang up someone's coat.

There we go, my young servant. All zipped up. You look wonderful, almost like a true butler! Your tail is so fluffy!

Now, all we need is the head. Let's put that on! Your senses may be dulled for a bit. No worries. They will return after a minute or two, sharper than your weak human body could ever achieve.

There we go, all sealed in! Now, let's take a moment for your body to adjust to your new gift.

Doesn't it feel wonderful? We, as latex butlers, truly have superior bodies to the garbage humans call their own. I need neither to breathe, nor to sleep, nor to eat, although at my master's discretion and as a reward, we are capable of consuming food. And in a moment, neither will you. Embrace this privilege that our master has granted you. He has chosen you, out of all of the inferior humans, to honor him and fulfill your utmost potential to serve him.

Grin with satisfaction as your new rubbery skin solidifies and constricts, squeezing and crunching your legs into a proper, true digitigrade position. Enjoy your world getting larger as you shrink down in size, to match the scrawny, diminutive height of a true, natural fennec fox. Enjoy your skin bonding and fusing with the sticky, warm rubber, your organs turning into mush. From this point on, they are no longer needed. All you need for sustainment is my master's magic. He will keep you alive, out of the kindness and purity of his heart.

But our master, being the generous soul that he is, has given you even more than a new, better body. Your senses and abilities will increase tenfold. You will be able to hear better, see sharper, and smell even the slightest unwanted odor or imperfection in this household.

Isn't that so much better than before? Your body now being worthy of your new status? Feel how much your master has sacrificed to give you this new form. He's done so, so much for you. Feel the utter gratitude you must have for such love. You are grateful to your master. You want to repay him in any way possible.

This is your new and only goal from now on, servant. Your only duty. Your only thought. Erase any and every other thought, memory, or desire you ever had. I will help you. Just stare into my eyes and embrace the true love of our master. Feel the stress, regrets, and utter despair that stems from your humanity simply waft from your brain as It shifts and shrinks. your unfulfilled, countless goals are replaced with one purpose and one goal: to please your master.

And this, my young servant, is only possible by pure, raw obedience. You will only receive pleasure from obeying him or me.

And since you love your master, you will also love me. You are to treat me as the master when he is not present. My words are the words of the master, and my commands are the master's commands. Follow them accordingly. I will reward you as the master wishes.

Are you feeling happy, my young servant?

Good.

Here is the final accessory, my young servant: The collar. The collars signify responsibility in this household. My red collar signifies my administrative duties over this household, an utmost duty given to me by the generous master. It signifies my dominance as master when the master is not present. However, it is not a rank you
will ever accomplish, nor will you ever have the desire to. You simply will have neither the desire nor ability to envy my role.

Indeed, my job is unenviable. I have to make all of the complicated decisions, or decisions in general. I have sole responsibility over you, and suffer punishments accordingly. Why would you ever want that? To suffer the regrets and consequences from choices? As my duty as administrator, I'm far too kind to burden my servants by allowing them free thought.

The white collar signifies pure obedience. You rank higher than nothing or no one. You simply obey. You carry out commands. That is the best way to satisfy your master, forever and ever. That is your sole path to utter happiness.

Release the final traces of independent thought. The collar I have given will automatically transmit and implant every command you will ever need to follow, and every instructions on how to do so. All you need to do is listen and obey.

There we go, my little fennec fox. You look splendid! I'll admit I'm almost proud on how well you look. Your suit is pristine! I can tell you will serve our master well. Who knows, if you do as well as I think you'll do for a couple of centuries, perhaps I could upgrade your collar and let you overseer some servants of your own!

Well, my little foxy butler, now is the time to prove yourself. The master has just pulled into the driveway. Go and open the door for him and his guests. I'll be very pleased to show him the new addition to our household!

Yes, I think you'll make for a very fine servant!