Doggy Style

"Okay Melanie, from now on until I undo this command, whenever I tell you that you are a species of animal, you will believe that is what you are. You will not physically transform, but you will act exactly as that kind of animal would and it will seem totally normal and natural to you to do so. Lets start with something nice and simple to test this out, shall we? Melanie, you are now a dog"

"Ruff!" Melanie, already on all fours, barked happily at this new development, even sticking her tongue out and panting at him a little "Ruff! Ruff!"

Mike looked delighted at this, but wanted to check just how deeply the suggestion had affected his fiance and truly altered her identity and self perception. He picked up a tennis ball that was lying on a table nearby and tossed it into the next room where it rolled under his office desk.

"Melly, fetch!"

"Ruff!"

Mike watched in amazement as his fiance scampered on all fours, as quickly as she could with her clumsy human body, ducked her head under the desk, presenting him with a magnificent rear view of her butthole and pussy as she did, picked the well-worn ball up with her teeth, then turned around, scampered back and proudly brought it to her "owner"

"That's a good girl Melly!" Mike commended his pet, taking the slightly slobbery ball from her mouth and ruffling her hair "I think you've earned a treat. Would you like a doggy biscuit?"

"Ruff!" Melanie yapped excitedly, wiggling her butt in lieu of the tail she didn't actually have but wanted to wag.

"Okay, well you know the rule, if you want a biscuit you have to beg me for it!"

Melanie rose to her knees, cupped out her hands, and looked at her partner turned owner pleadingly. He pulled a stale, unappetising bone shaped biscuit from a half eaten bag that their actual pet dog, Riley, was currently working its way through.

"Open wide!"

Melanie opened her mouth, and Mike held onto the biscuit as she chomped greedily at it until nothing but crumbs were left.

He then looked down with joy as his wife barked contentedly, held out her hands again and begged for another.

"If you're hungry girl, then perhaps it is time for you to have a proper meal rather than filling you up with snacks. She we put your bowl out for you?"

"Ruff!" Melanie approved of that plan wholeheartedly "Ruff!"

Mike filled a bowl full of kibble, placed it on the carpet and watched with immense interest as his canine minded fiance padded over to inspect it. For a moment it looked as if she may not eat it, but she did, burying her head into the bowl and seeming to enjoy it well enough.

She couldn't manage it all, and moved away from the bowl when it was about half empty, as if to indicate that her master should take it away. He did, and then there was an adorable moment when Riley wandered into the room and the two household pets sized each other up.

Melanie barked at Riley, though not in an aggressive or hostile way, and her pet turned equal attempted to communicate back. Mike could hardly stop himself from creaming his pants. But he managed to gain his composure and stop this turning into something uncomfortable.

"Riley, this is our new pet Melly" he told his dog, before addressing both of them in the exact same manner "Now I want you two to be friends. There is no need to be envious of each other, you are both equally important"

At this point Riley seemed to lose interest in the curious acting human, leaving Mike alone with his newest pet again. He knew exactly what he wanted to do next. He did hesitate a little - Melanie would be beyond livid if she ever found out he made her do this, and she probably would, so it was lucky he could make her forgive him in an instant. He was having way too much fun not to take the next logical step in making this a truly authentic experience.

"You look like you need some fresh air Melly, shall I take you outside?"

"Ruff!" Melanie barked as she followed him out of the door.