No. I'm a good dog.

Still confused, I found myself scared but a deep part of me elated at the idea of being a dog. The images from the machine still in my head.

I moved to all fours on my hands and knees, and the vet said, "Good boy" as he rubbed my head. I felt so good at the words and found myself groaning.

The vet smiled, "Well you are a good one, aren't you. Though I see a mess" he said tapping his boot at the piles of cum on the floor, the cum that shot during my testing. "Clean it up pup" he said, again his tone commanding.

I looked around for a rag and the vet laughed, "oh no pup. Lick it up like a good dog."