Dog Days

JANICE

Morning sunlight beamed through the living room window. It warmed the sofa I was sleeping on.

And I had such a nice dream. I was relaxing in my newly bought hot tub, after an awesome day... I had just managed to acquire the Greenstreet location, cheaply, and I knew it would pay itself back in under a month. I knew I was about to become a serious business bitch, bathe in cash... and I was even about to sign a hunky, well-known celebrity for my advertising campaign. I called for my manservant, Hugo, a former Chippendales dancer, to get me another glass of champagne...

Then that damn lightbeam hit me right on the eyelids.

I couldn't keep ignoring it, so I had **** but to groan myself awake.

...

Oh God.

Please tell me yesterday didn't actually happen.

...That my dream was reality, and this was the nightmare?

...

There was no way all that was real. My mind probably just flipped out because of everything that happened with ...Jack.

So... with trembling paws- I mean hands, I slowly lifted myself up.

Okay. Good.

This was normal.

I mean... If you consider a nude woman with a collar around her neck crouching on her sofa, normal...

But, you know, this was... It was acceptable, maybe? It didn't mean anything was... irrevocably wrong with me?

First... It was time to try sitting again.

I slowly let my legs dangle on the edge of the couch as I adjusted myself to... sit on it.

This... this shouldn't be this hard... I mean... It was just sitting...

I did somehow managed to whisk my body so that my back was laying against the backrest, but... Holy fuck did this feel so unnatural for some reason.

The exact strangeness it felt yesterday. When I tried doing this over and over again.

WHY THE FUCK COULDN'T I SIT ON MY SOFA?

It was so fucking odd. All I could think about was... how my belly was now exposed.

And for whatever reason... That thought made me extremely uncomfortable.

I couldn't hold the position. My normal sitting position. Eventually I just slid down, all the way to the floor, almost injuring my naked ass in the process.

I barked in frustration.

...Yeah, barked.

I HATED THAT I BARKED NOW FOR SOME REASON!!!

So, nothing was fixed then? The nightmare from yesterday was just going to continue like this?

I barked some more. In my head I was saying several nasty cursewords, but somehow, when coming out of my mouth...

They were just barks.

Sigh.

I briefly tried standing up.

I don't know why. I knew it wouldn't work.

It was just as pathetic an attempt as it was all yesterday.

I just kept falling on the floor. And the harder I tried... The more I kept injuring my tits when my body smashed against the ground.

It was like my legs had stopped functioning normally. And my arms as well.

Not to mention the barking.

It was so fucking hard to grab anything. In fact, I'd say it was impossible.

The grumble in my stomach reminded me of that.

I hadn't even managed to open up fridge yet.

Not since this fucking affliction happened to me yesterday.

Sure, I could get my paw- MY HAND on the fridge handle, but I couldn't grab it or even pull the fucking thing.

...And I knew my fridge was full of delicious food and healthshakes... and I was starving.

The only thing I had managed to eat yesterday was a packet of cornflakes I was somehow able to knock down from the kitchen table.

And...

Yeah.

Then I had to eat them from the floor.

I wasn't even able to grab them with my paws- HANDS!!! I wasn't even able to grab them with my HANDS, so all I could do, was... Lick them... off the floor.

Not my proudest moment.

And I was so fucking thirsty.

Sure, if worst came to worst, the bathroom door was open, and the toilet there-

NO, STOP IT JANICE! YOU'RE NOWHERE NEAR THAT **** YET!!

...

Urgh...

My final hope had been that this would fix itself in the morning. When I woke up.

Nope.

This could only be some kind of mental lapse. It was the only explanation.

The same fucking mental lapse that made me yearn to- To have my nipples pinched by that, that-- That motherfucking sleazy piece of human shit...

There was no way around this. I was going insane.

And now I had reduced myself mentally to a... dog. It happened around 10 AM yesterday. Just after that bastard left and I made it inside my apartment. Then, suddenly, without any explanation, I shed my robe and landed on the floor on all fours.

I haven't stood up since.

I guess my body has somehow decided that I wasn't worthy of being a human anymore.

Did I hate myself this much?

I don't know.

All I knew was that I couldn't leave the apartment and get help. All the doors to the outside were closed, and doors were impossible me now. Well, maybe not impossible... Perhaps I could open one, by pawing at the handle long enough, and go outside... But... Yeah, there would be no going back from that one.

Everyone would see me like this.

My smartphone was barely possible for me to use. I could run my paw on top of it, and- sigh. ...my hand on top of it, and with **** luck, I was sometimes able to hit a button. But it was never the right button. And, the sadder truth was... What if I could? What if I managed to call 911? All I could do was bark.

They'd think it was a prank call or something.

Or even more awful, they'd actually come here and find me nude... acting like a dog.

..I'm not sure I even wanted to be saved... if I had to deal with something like that.

Fucking shit.

All of this was... Just too fucking much.

Even if nobody was currently watching me... Just doing all this dog stuff made me...

...Basically, I could feel myself blushing so hard it was almost painful.

If I wasn't currently going insane, I would never, ever, in a billion years, lower myself to doing something like this.

And for added pain... My... asshole still wasn't the same. Not after that night.

He had fucked it so hard I could almost feel his phantom dick still in there.

I needed time to heal. Both physically and mentally from that night.

This shit wasn't helping one bit.

I crawled around frustratedly in the living room. I didn't know what else to do. I think I crawled around my coffee table hundreds of times. Like I did all yesterday. While... continuously whimpering. In a high-pitched tone.

...My stomach grumbled.

I knew there were still a few cornflakes left, on the floor... Hiding among all the dirt...

Why the fuck had I put off cleaning the kitchen for so long?

Well... Now I had to pay for it.

Ngh... I know why... I know why I couldn't focus on menial stuff, like cleaning my kitchen... It's because... despite all this insanity...

I STILL COULDN'T THINK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THAN HIM PINCHING MY NIPPLES!!!

...

Maybe I should just... Go outside?

Just... You know... If I really was at this state... Maybe it was time to be admitted into the mental ward.

Yeah, sure, I had prosperous gym business and my future had looked rosy just a few days ago, but...

...

Besides, I needed to piss...

That was the line I wouldn't cross. I'M NOT GOING TO PISS IN MY OWN LIVING ROOM! No matter how... nice all those corners looked.

I had even sniffed them, to make sure that they weren't anybody else's territory, and-

Wait, what?

...Did I seriously just... think that?

...

It felt like my head was about to explode.

Like I wanted to tear this whole room apart.

The couch, the table, the walls, the fridge (if I could somehow get it open)... Just break everything. Gnaw it with my teeth. Scratch them to pieces with my paws. I knew they were my stuff, but... I WAS SO FUCKING FRUSTRATED!!

Just as I was about to start the chaos...

I heard the front door open.

And close.

The sound was almost magical.

Almost... pleasurable.

I rushed to the hallway. Like it was some kind of primal instinct. I didn't even think about the consequences. In the back of my mind I knew I was about to embarrass myself to whoever had just entered my house, but I didn't care.

The front door had opened. And I needed to see who it was.

For a brief moment... It felt like the most exciting thing in the world.

My excitement came to full stop. Fast.

Just as soon as I saw his... smug face.

THE MOTHERFUCKING LOWEST SCUM OF THE EARTH. THE PIECE OF SHIT HIMSELF.

I mean, yeah, maybe he was first a little surprised to see me like this... But that changed quickly into smugness.

I KNEW IT. He wasn't really surprised. HE HAD MADE ME THIS WAY. SOMEHOW.

I quickly jumped into a defensive stance, with my hind legs ready to pounce at him if the fucker made one wrong move.... Then I flashed my teeth at him, growled and barked with my all my heart.

"BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK! BARK!BARK!BARK!BARK!BARK!BARK!BARK!"

I was ready to kill.

There was little stopping me from tearing this fucker limb from limb.

...

Well... Obviously I c-couldn't to kill him, of course...

I mean... There was the p-pinching I still... n-needed, and-

Wait... What was that he was holding? A bag?

He began swinging it around, making me focus on it...

And slowly... I could feel my barking dying down...

Wait... Was that... What I thought it was?

"Thaaat's right, bitch... Bet you're happy that I secretly stole your spare apartment key, last time I was here? Hehe... But I thought you might be hungry, so I got you some Doggy Chowder Complete Nutrition from the store! So what do we say? Should I pour you a... bowlful?"

Ngh...

I couldn't help it...

I could feel my defensive stance... relaxing...

I mean... I knew this was... This was... dogfood...

The fucker wanted to humiliate me with... dogfood...

food...

THIS WAS FOOD!!