You make your way down the hall

You keep your eye on the receptionist for a few more moments, waiting for her to pay attention to you, or even more so, waiting for her to tell you this was all a crazy joke, get you out of this ridiculous bondage and let you go home. That hope goes away as someone else approaches the desk, her attention moves fully to them, giving you the final signal that you are fully on your own. You again look over towards the sign pointing down the hall, with a deep breath, you accept that no one’s coming to save you, you’re left with no other choice but to do as you were told.

Your first struggle is attempting to figure out exactly how to move in your current form. You start by moving your front “paws?” Just thinking of them as that sends a shiver down your spine. You feel ridiculous as you slowly scoot the front half of your body until you are pointed in the right direction. Your next move makes you feel even stranger as you start to lift your hind legs. As you move your right leg forward, you feel yourself squeezing against the plug trapped inside of you, again, causing a shiver, yet one of a less familiar nature. You brace yourself as you know you have no other choice but to lift your other leg, moving around the plug even more, feeling yourself stretching around it. Somehow, you manage get moving, one agonizing step after another, down the hall.

A bit of relief settles in as you see the hall is pretty much empty, closed doors line the way as you see yourself getting closer towards the door at the end marked “Service room.” You feel sweat dripping down your brow as you continue to move your body in ways you know you were never meant to, as you eventually reach a split in the hallway. Your first instinct is to keep looking ahead, limiting any risk of meeting eyes with someone else, that is until you hear a loud, high pitch moan echoing it’s way towards you from your left side.

Your curiosity overtakes your instinct as you turn your head. Down that hall, you see a woman on all fours, she seems to be completely naked with the exception of a pink dog collar with a little bone tag hanging from it, and a pair of what look to be floppy dog ears, seemingly held together by some kind of head band. Though you wish that was all you saw, you can’t say it’s true as there is also a man fully on top of her. You can only make out his mouth and jaw as the rest of his face is covered by a black dog mask. He almost towers over the woman as his arms rest on either side of her, covered in what looks like black rubber, the don’t restrict the bending of his arms, but seem to keep his hands balled into fists. He is shaking rather forcefully as he thrusts into the woman underneath him, causing her dog tag swing back and forth along with her dangling breasts. You can’t believe what you’re seeing, two people openly having sex in the middle of the hall, the woman moaning as screaming so loud that you wouldn’t even have to see it to know it’s happening. You find yourself continuing to stare, wishing you could be the guy on top of her right now, seemingly fucking her brains out, but in your current state, that wouldn’t even be possible, the only persons spot you’d be able to take would be… hers.

You try your best not to think about it, shaking your head in hopes of clearing it. That’s when you notice the sight on your right. Sprawled out in the middle of the other side of the hall is yet another woman, this one however seems to be alone. Her legs, which are wrapped in pink socks, going all the way up to her thighs, are spread out on the floor. Leaving nothing else up to the imagination as the rest of her body is fully exposed, minus her arms, which are covered in a similar material to her socks, bringing her hands into a mitten like form. A pair of pink, pointy cat ears rest on her head, and there seems to be a long flowing pink tail that she is partly sitting on, which you can’t help but order if it is put on the same way yours is. You watch her playfully bat around a small object from side to side, her breasts openly swaying as she does. As you continue to stare, you notice her breasts stop moving, you look up to see her staring back at you. She gives you a smile, before swatting the object in your direction. As it plops closer to you, you can see it’s a simple stuffed mouse, a basic cat toy. You look back at her to see her bending forward, her legs staying perfectly spread as her upper half lays down on the floor between them. You find yourself mesmerized by her flexibility as she continues to keep her eyes on you.

No longer being alone in this hall, means it’s only a matter of time before someone approaches you. You know that you have to keep moving, but maybe it doesn’t need to be in the direction you were going.