Lesbian couple to puppies

"Welcome to Pet Play Paradise!" she chirps, her voice smooth as silk. "Are you ready to leave your humanity at the door?"

Walking through the lobby, you catch sight of them: Maya and Layla. Once, they were a sophisticated, high powered lesbian couple lawyers by trade, intellectuals by nature, known for their sharp wit and even sharper fashion. But today, they have checked in for the "Ultimate Instinct" package.

The transformation is staggering. The resort's specialized "enhancement treatments" have already taken effect. Their once refined features have been softened into a state of permanent, wide eyed, dazed euphoria. Their hair, once styled in professional bobs, is now long, messy, and golden, flowing wildly over shoulders that have been sculpted into hyper feminine curves. Their breasts have swelled into massive, heavy mounds of soft, bouncing silicone like flesh that jiggle with every clumsy step they take. Their waists are impossibly narrow, making their wide, swaying hips look even more absurdly fertile.

They aren't walking; they are scuttling. They wear matching sets of premium leather harnesses that accentuate their massive chests and tight, rounded asses. Around their necks are heavy, jingling gold collars. Most strikingly, they are no longer speaking. Their mouths are perpetually parted, tongues lolling out in a dazed, happy pant. They communicate in soft yips, whines, and the rhythmic clack clack of their manicured nails on the marble floor. They are no longer lawyers; they are golden retriever bimbos, driven by nothing but the need for affection and the instinct to please.

Waiting for them in the private "Kennel Suite" is Marcus. He is a mountain of a man, his skin a deep, lustrous obsidian that contrasts sharply with the pale, golden hues of the two women. He sits in a massive leather armchair, his presence commanding the entire room. His thighs are thick as tree trunks, and even through his custom fitted lounge pants, the sheer, intimidating scale of his massive cock is unmistakable a heavy, pulsing weight that promises to dominate every inch of their new, animalistic lives.

As Maya and Layla enter the room, they don't greet him with a handshake or a "hello." Instead, they drop to all fours instantly. Their massive breasts swing heavily, nearly brushing the floor as they scurry toward him, their eyes glazed with a mindless, puppy like adoration. They let out high pitched, eager whines, nuzzling against his powerful legs, their tails (attached to their harnesses) wagging frantically.

Marcus reaches down, his large, dark hand burying itself in Maya’s blonde hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. He looks down at the two blonde bimbos, his gaze heavy with a predator's hunger.

"Good girls," Marcus rumbles, his voice a deep, bass vibration that makes the women shiver and whine in delight. "Are you ready to be trained?"

Maya and Layla respond by nuzzling his hands, their tongues darting out to lick his skin, their minds completely wiped of everything except the ****, singular need to be his well behaved, used, and thoroughly satisfied little puppies.