Who could abandon such a cute puppy?

Weeks drag by. I still love Clair, and she loves me. Apparently the sex shop liked her reviews so much they offered to pay her money for more in the future. They were particularly impressed with her technical comprehension of the engineering needed for the toys. When she told me how much they offered her I urged her to take the job. Easiest part time work a college student could ever ask for. But she turned it down. She didn’t say why, but I know it’s because she didn’t want to be reminded of Princess.

I’ve locked up all the puppy toys. I even put away my collar. Not far away. It’s still an important present from Clair. I sometimes take it out from under our bed. I really should throw it all away. But when I get stressed, looking at some of it helps. And this past week of finals has been very stressful.

But it’s finally over. I’m staying with Clair here in our house for winter break, and I am determined to find a way to rekindle our spark. My belly is still not showing. I haven’t had my period so I know it’s not a false positive. I look it up and apparently it can take as long as 18 weeks. So I guess I don’t have anything to worry about.

Our first day of break is kind of awkward though.

“So… if our baby didn’t mind you being a puppy, would you be okay with it?”

I’m standing in the kitchen, trying to figure out how Clair makes the microwave do all of its special functions. Clair has been really good about not mentioning Princess or puppies for a while now. I could tell she still wants to devolve me into her cute bitch in heat, but she has been respectful of the boundary we both agreed to. Until now.

“… babies don’t know they need a mom until they don’t need one.”

“I’m not saying she doesn’t need you… but hypothetically, if she didn’t… ?”

“I still would need to get a job. This economy demands two incomes.”

“… and if I had enough money for that not to matter?”

“… you know none of these can come true.”

“Okay, final question and I swear I won’t say anything else about it for the rest of the day. If I ordered you to be Princess again, and put the collar on you, would you do it?”

The air is thick after that one. “… you know I would.” My voice cracks. I love Clair. But I just can’t take this today. School has been stressful lately and I never feel like I get a break. Our home is nice, but not enough to refresh my socialization meter each day. I’ve spent several nights crying in Clair’s arms because of some slip of the tongue or other embarrassment that no one else likely even noticed.

I need to go to bed. It’s still early but I’m just to tired. I say goodnight to Clair and crawl into bed.

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I wake up and feel… good. I don’t immediately realize what it is, but I feel my mouth smile softly as I feel comfortable in a way I haven’t since… since… when? My eyes shoot open and look at the ceiling. Finally I rollover and see Master still in bed. And I feel my collar around my neck. “Before you say anything, please listen. I know you’re scared of what our future holds. But I’m not. I may not have a magic genie lamp or anything like that, but I know if you trust me then I can make anything happen. I have a plan but Princess doesn’t need to know people plans. And I know you crave this. So… beg.”

I’m caught off guard by the command. Part of me is furious she would collar me in my sleep. That part of me is muttering passive aggressively in the corner of my mind as Princess crashes her way to the forefront. I quickly come to my knees on the bed and raise my wrong shaped paws up below my chin, exposing my naked body as I bark and let my tongue hang out in happiness. Master already removed my pajamas. So thoughtful!

Master wastes no time fixing my paws the way they should be. I can’t help but wag my tail so much I almost fall off the bed once it’s in. I know this is wrong and Clair can’t possibly have a good enough plan but… no, back in your corner! Master is perfect. Princess will always trust Master. Master finishes my transformation. She went with my mask, so I can see my snout.

“Princess, come here girl. H udhe kfe fj qk…”

I quickly come to Master as she continues to talk gibberish. Silly Master, puppies can’t understand people talk. I happily listen to her babble. Master starts to look upset a little. Her eyes tear up for a second before she shakes her head. She looks better now and gives me head pats. She then moves to the kitchen and I follow her, eager for breakfast. Instead of giving me cooked food by hand feeding me, she picks up a bag and pours it in a bowl on the floor. A bowl that says Princess on it that is definitely new. She puts the bag on the counter where I can read it. It has a man wearing dog ears on the side with a grin and a thumbs up. People’s choice pet food, the pet food people choose! This is also new. I try out a bite and realizes the box lies. Puppies choose this food. I quickly find myself licking the bowl clean. I also find my old water dish is out, and I get a drink.

Afterwards Master puts me on a leash and takes me for a walk. It’s getting really cold out, but it’s just a quick walk back to the sex shop. An old clerk I haven’t seen before is there. He doesn’t seem to want to pet me so I ignore his gawking. The strange lady is here and we go in the back. She pulls out several full body suits, and Master points to one. As master begins to undress me I realize my legs haven’t been bound together this entire time. I could have stood up at anytime… no. That doesn’t sound right. Puppies can’t stand up. I must be mistaken. Master and the lady carefully dress me in a full body latex suit. It has many of the same features as my other suit, including a tail plug, paw mittens and knee pads, and straps to make my legs stuck together. It also has a matching mask that is much more involved than my current mask. It makes everything but my jaw look extra puppy like and has a ring hidden in the snout that Master briefly brings down to test-gag my mouth with. It feels strange, my mouth **** open and unable to close but to be able to stick my tongue out with no problem. It’s getting a bit hot inside though. Master talks to the lady in gibberish for a bit while they both pet me happily and my tongue hangs out.

Finally they finish talking and Master takes me outside. We don’t walk home though. Instead Master let me run up and down our secluded street. It was so much fun. I can’t remember the last time I exercised like that. After an hour of just running around and playing fetch in the cool winter morning, I started to get tired.

Master walks me home. The suit was perfect for the outside air, but Master changes me back to my lighter puppy paws that let my body be mostly naked. Next she went around the whole house and gathered everything I had brought in that belonged to Corvid. She even grabs my… Corvid’s ID and phone. And she puts it all in the same box Corvid had hidden away all the puppy gear in before. She makes sure I see everything she is doing, cooing at me and calling me her good girl anytime I get distracted and look away. So I watch her box up my human self and throw it in the closet. And I bark happily. Master makes me so happy when she calls me a good girl.

Next Master takes me to my doggy bed to play. “Beg,” I dutifully take my position, paws up. Master pulls out a doggy treat and puts it on my nose. “Stay. Stay. Eat!” I let the treat fall off my face and eagerly chase after it. I eat it right off the floor without a thought. Master brings me back to my bed with a whistle and a snap towards it. “Beg,” I take position again, eager to earn more treats. Master reaches for her pants and… places a much bigger, thicker, meatier treat on my face. I look up at Master past her cock and I smile in ecstasy as her smell invades my senses. “Wait. Wait. Suck.” I don’t know when she trained me on that command, but she must have because my body moves on its own to slobber and lick all over my treat before suck, suck, sucking it to get as much pleasure out of it as possible. My puppy snout makes it impossible to take Master’s delicious treat too far into my mouth, but what I can get I pour as much affection on as my mouth can give. After several minutes Master rewards me with a salty treat that I eagerly lap up.

Master then checks a camera… correction, something on a tripod that puppies don’t understand and seems to be satisfied. Now that I look around, the house seems to be filled with these little boxes, some on tripods and others not. Oh well.

Somehow Master is able to get me more treats and more outfits to wear, so she can change me multiple times a day if she needs to and always have me in clean puppy cloths. She also now exclusively takes me outside. Puppies aren’t embarrassed when their Master cleans up after them with a bag. Puppies aren’t embarrassed. Embarrassment is too big a word for puppies.

One day Master brings the stranger lady home. They seem so happy I can’t help but wag my tail excitedly at their laughter and gibberish. They are drunk, I can smell the ****. This leads to them both on the floor petting and pampering me, so I guess it’s fine. The lady slips me a little pale treat. I eat it without thinking, but when I look up she has her finger to her lips and silently shushes at me. Is Master not supposed to know I took that treat? Oh no, puppies can’t keep secrets from Master. They also can’t tell people things so… oh well.

A little while later, and my body is on fire. Every inch of me burns with need. I think I know what that treat was, but I shake the thought away. Puppies don’t know such things. So I just mewl at Master as cutely as I can and rub my face against her thighs. Master tries to be a good host to her guest, but after some gibberish between them Master gives me her full attention. The lady is watching off to the side with her phone out… but that’s not as important as Master lining up her cock with my inflamed pussy. We hadn’t been having much sex recently, and I couldn’t comprehend why. Puppies need to be fucked three times a day, that just seems like common sense. Master is pulling my tail as she fucks me harder and harder. My front paws give out and my face rests on the ground as my pussy continues to be pounded relentlessly. I am vaguely aware of Master calling me a good girl as she fucks me. Yes, I am such a good girl. The lady is rubbing herself as she watches Master breed me like the prized bitch I am. Eventually my mind clouds and I hear a soft keening whine come from my mouth as my body stiffens in orgasm. Master keeps going for a little while and eventually fills me with her warm love.

Master and the lady sit back down at the table and continue talking as though nothing happened. Except Master keeps her cock out. When I am steady enough to stand back up and crawl, Master calls me over. Still sitting and talking, she spreads her legs and presents her still wet penis to me. “Suck,” and so I spent the rest of the ladies visit carefully grooming Master’s cock with my tongue and mouth.

I had trouble imagining what my future held, but my puppy heart beat faster that night knowing it was whatever Master planned for me.