I don’t know why I’m here. I’m not some criminal. If anything, Jake is—which is probably why he pointed the finger at me. Embezzlement is such a ridiculous thing to pin on a lower-level manager who doesn’t even do purchasing. But I’m wandering again, and that’s kind of what got me into all this.
I’ve done it since I was a kid, honestly. In classes, it was too easy to just let my eyes unfocus, and stare at the middle distance. I don’t even want to think about how good I was doing it in church. And apparently I did it at work too, certainly for long enough not to notice that there were some discrepancies woven into my expenses.
Ironically, that trait of mine is what’s saving me. It’s why I’m here at the ‘Reconditioning School’, whatever that means. According to my company lawyer, it’s a heck of a lot better than prison, and I might even enjoy myself.
I doubt it. This room looks kind of bland. Already, I can feel myself fading into the expanse of green carpet, musty books, old wood…
I blink as the door opens, and look to my ‘Personal Conditioner’. Despite the Orwellian name to it, she’s remarkably pretty. Eyes that shine in just the right way, hair which catches the light, and a petite body that’s healthy in the right places. I try not to stare, but I’m sure I fail miserably.
“Don’t stand up,” she cautions, and I realize I haven’t. It’s a little embarrassing, but if she says it’s okay…
I sink back into the cushion of the padded chair. It’s like lying on a couch, but one without armrests. A yawn slips from my mouth as she sits across from me, crossing her legs patiently. She pulls out her phone, and something happens in the room.
I can’t quite place it at first, but soon a soft melody fills the air. It’s a gentle, almost Oriental tune with chimes and soft woodwinds. I’m fairly certain the lights dim too, and I do my best to ease back and enjoy the feeling.
“So, do you know why I’m here?” She asks.
I tell her it’s an odd question, and she laughs. It’s a pleasant sound, and I can’t help but smile like a goof. I’m pretty sure she knows that I thinks she’s attractive, but something about this feels wrong to me. Like, it’s wrong to feel things for someone who’s been appointed to me, right? It’d be like having a crush on my doctor.
“It’s because I’ve heard that you’re in need of a good reconditioning.” She enunciates every syllable, speaking clearly and frankly. “So, do me a favor and close your eyes, relax, and let me do my work.”
That’s interesting. I thought we’d have a back-and-forth, but I suppose she wants a… Forth? I don’t know the name for it. I don’t even know if there is a name for it. Quietly, I do as she asks, hoping she doesn’t notice my embarrassment.
A small chuckle from her tells me that she does, but at least she’s not poking fun at it. “Good, very good.” She speaks slowly again, so wonderfully stretching out the words. “Now, I want you to take a deep breath in, and a deep breath out.”
I do, feeling the gentle rise and fall of my chest. I start to wander, and snap back to reality, only to wander again. I suppose this is all part of the exercise though, and that’s why they wanted me here for this.
“Deep breath in, and deep breath out. Feel yourself slowly beginning to slip away, hung on my every word…”
She fades. Everything fades except the soft music, the musty smell of the books. I can’t even see the dim lighting in the room behind my eyelids, it’s like there’s a total blackout. The couch feels like it’s swallowing me, pulling me inside.
“…you to do what feels right, feels natural…” Her voice fades in and out, swimming along with the melody.
I nod, and she laughs softly. I’m on a lazy current of water, rushing forward and back, gently rocking myself. I shift my hips, moving them from side to side to get a little more comfortable. My arms don’t feel right either, so I pull them up, elbows curling so my hands rest against my chest.
Deep breath in… Deep breath out… My mouth falls slack, and I breathe gently, slowly. I can’t believe this is supposed to be a punishment, this feels so good… Wait, is that bad? Should I be thinking this much? I still feel like I’m wandering, but…
“…favorite toy, and I’m going to brush it against your face. Okay?”
I realize she’s talking to me, and I nod. Something soft and fluffy brushes against my cheek, and I push my hips back into the couch a little harder, my butt wiggling from side to side. My toes and fingers curl, and I actually whimper.
A blush crosses my cheeks, spreading more as she rubs that toy against me more. It feels so good, so soft and plushy. I press my cheek back against her hand, sandwiching the toy between us. She laughs, and lets it go, letting it fall onto the chair and letting me nuzzle it to my heart’s content.
“…don’t need clothes, because…”
Instinctively, I wriggle out of my clothes. It’s a little tricky to fumble at them with my fingers curled up as they are, but I manage. My shirt slips over my head, and my pants fall from my hips, exposing myself to my trainer. Conditioner. Whatever she’s called.
I roll onto my side, whimpering and kicking my four legs slightly, hips wagging a bit more. She keeps talking, but all I really care about is the toy. I wonder what it would feel like in my mouth, and I timidly nibble on it, first with gums and then with teeth.
The fuzz sticks to my tongue a bit, but that’s okay. It makes me feel warm and tingly all over. Literally, tingly. I breathe in and out into the plush, tasting my breath seeping into the cotton fluff. The tingle spreads along my body into a faint itch.
“…now. Wake up, good boy. And let’s have some fun.”
I roll onto all fours before opening my eyes, looking up to her. Something about this doesn’t feel right, and I don’t fully connect the dots. Then I see my clothes on the ground, and I look down to my naked body with a yelp of distress.
Only… I’m not naked. Not anymore. I’m covered in fur, a rich brown with black accents along my back and my nose. It reminds me of a German Shepherd’s coat, and I blink up to her in confusion. An attempt to speak comes out as a low whimper instead, and she laughs harder.
“Oh, you poor dear. I thought you were good at letting your mind wander, but I guess you just couldn’t help but keep some of you in there. No worries, we’ll fix that soon enough.”
I don’t understand what she means by that, but I don’t like it. This doesn’t feel right. Slowly, I lower myself off the comfy seat, keeping my eyes locked on her. Something in the back of my mind cries for attention, but I can’t grasp what my brain say’s I’ve forgotten.
It’s the plush. I realize it, and let out a soft yelp. My little sheep is still on the couch, and I move towards it, putting my hands on the fabric.
“Bad dog!”
I pause, and whimper. I’m not a dog, but that hurts. I’m not a masochist, but that turns me on. It’s the strangest combination of scare-rousal that I’ve ever felt in my life, and I look up to her with a whimper. My thighs clench together, and I tuck my hands under my chin.
“Not on the furniture. If you need something, then ask me for it.”
I get what she’s saying, even if it’s embarrassing. My cheeks flush, and I whimper, motioning with my nose towards the plush. Words are hard at the moment, as is the rest of it. My paranoia and panic grow, and the fur starts to feel itchy on my form.
She picks up the plush, and my concerns are set aside. It squeaks in her hands. I didn’t know it squeaked. Since when does it squeak? I literally drool, and feel it slip from my mouth down my chin. How long has my mouth been open? Do I care?
“Beg.”
I do. I wriggly my hips, looking up to her and smiling, mouth still wide open. Whimper after whimper eases up my throat, and I keep my attention fixated on my toy, on my prize.
“More. Like a dog. Tongue out.”
I open my mouth, ahhhh, like I’m at the dentist. My tongue pushes past my lips, and… Keeps pushing. I feel more panic start to swell in my chest, but I can’t do anything to stop it from growing, thickening, and lengthening. My chin feels wet, and I can feel my chin under my tongue. It flops and slops around with every nod and twitch of my head.
It’s embarrassing. I slurp my tongue back into my mouth, like I’m sucking on a lasagna noodle. It obeys me, but there’s so much. My own tongue bunches up in my mouth, stretching my cheeks like a chipmunk’s. Worse, some of it still sticks past my lips. It’s hard to whine like this, but I try. I whine, and slobber a bit from the bit of tongue that sticks from my mouth.
She likes that, or at least she seems to, because my tongue fits back in my mouth again a second later. It didn’t shrink though. Instead, I can feel my jawline extending. Numbly, my face creaks into a pointed snout. I know it’s a snout because it’s mine, just like I know I have eight fingers. And a thumb. I think.
I press my tongue against my sharpening, thickening teeth. My breath tastes funny now that there’s so much more space in my mouth. My tongue feels funny too, come to think of it. It’s less smooth now, and there’s a bit of texture to it. More to the point, I can flex and curl it as I please, curling the muscle around the right side of my mouth and feeling my teeth change.
They are changing. I can tell they are. I know they are, and that’s not right. My teeth aren’t supposed to feel like that. I whimper, confu-
SQWEEK
I blink, and look up. The toy squeaks. It squeaks! My ears tingle and twitch, and I can feel something tugging on them. The toy squeaks louder and louder every time they tingle, and my furry butt wiggles from side to side all the harder.
“You want it?”
My tongue flops from my mouth, past my lips. I can feel them thinning and getting more rubbery, less chapped. It’s a good feeling, like being kissed, and it makes me happy. She wants me to beg, I think. No, I remember. She wants me to beg. Toy squeaking means beg.
I rear up onto my hind legs, tucking my front arms under my chin. My fingers curl so tightly, and I wish that they’d get smaller. Someone hears that wish, because they do. It’s a good feeling, so I start to pant with happiness. Ahuhahuhahuh panting like a good boy.
My nails wrap around my stubby digits, all of them even my thumbs. Those then pull up my wrists, like someone’s pushing them midway up my arms. It feels weird, and I squirm while begging. I hope she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t look like she minds. I hope she doesn’t mind.
“Good boy.” She seems to think I’ve done well. I’m happy I did, even if I don’t feel like I did too well. But I get the toy! She gives it to me, and I can bite and squeak and bite and squeak it so much! Something about that must be funny because she laughs, and pets my head.
It feels really good to have my head pet, so good that I bark for her. Her palm is warm, and her fingers tug some long strings from my hair. I feel and see them fall to the ground, but they don’t look like my fur so I don’t mind. Fur? Hair? They’re the same thing.
Then she spreads her pets along my back, and it gets even better. I fall onto my paws, and they pluff up with velvety, soft pads. It’s so nice, and I want so much more of it. My toes curl like my fingers, and I can feel my big toes sliiiiiding up my ankles. I lift each foot and set it down, trying to get used to the weird feeling.
My trainer then smiles, and lowers her hands before me. She wants me to lick them, I think. They smell like my fur, but not enough like me. I slowly slurp my tongue along the backs of her hands, letting my long licks cover her in my scent. I can breathe it in through my nose, noticing how I’m covering whatever fruity soap she used earlier today.
My nose is a little dry though, so I paw at it. It feels wrong, pointy. I lick at it a few times, and it starts to feel all right and flat moist. Just in case, I lick it a few more times and accidentally taste some of the salt from my nostrils. It’s embarrassing, so I whimper, but I do it again because the salty taste is new.
My trainer laughs, and pets me again, spreading her hands from my neck to my back. My shoulders and hips wrench for a second, which doesn’t feel so good, then it feels really good. It’s like the worst kink in my neck just got popped out, but times a thousand and everywhere at once. But it also highlights another kink in my body.
There’s a pressure at my backside, and one that won’t go away no matter how much I wiggle my hips. I shake my butt from side to side, and I can feel and hear the bones pop, pop, pop against a crack that’s just waiting to happen. I whimper and try and get her to pet it and I’m so lucky that she does.
POCK
A hollow sound fills the air and I howl with delight. The pressure releases in one smooth, blissful moment that I wish could drag on forever. Every bit of pleasure is like my spine is growing, lengthening, getting so long and fluff-
There’s something to my right. It’s brown… Wait, brown? It’s… Lightish… Thing. It’s not-dark. And it’s moving. I bare my teeth and chase it, stumbling against my legs for a minute before I remember how to walk. It’s silly I forgot how to walk, but I guess I’m dopey enough to forget that I have a tail. I’ll wag it once I catch this fluffy thing that’s so close I can almost bite-
OW! Oh. Tail. That’s my tail Right. I forgot. Human laughs at me, and I’m embarrassed. My ears droop and I tuck achey tail between my legs, looking up to her with big round eyes. That usually makes her stop laughing and start petting, and she does. Happy!
I wag tail again, not achey anymore. It’s good! Pets are good, pets are happy. Human makes some noises I don’t get. They sound pretty though. Some of them are really really remember-y too. Baks-tur. Oh! Right! Those are the mouth-noises she uses when calling to me! I wag my tail harder, and bark for her really loudly to let her know I’m not wandering.
I’m good! I think she says something that’s like that, she at least talks with a smile on her voice and that makes me tail waggy happy happy. Bakstur. Again the noise, again the happy. She pressed her warm between my legs and I feel something good happen to me down there. It’s nice and warm and I pant harder and feel everything get so right.
She removes her hand I look down. Everything seems right, but just in case I give myself a quick lick. It tastes right too, so good. I look up to her and bark happily, drooling and warmfeeling and happy. I want to make warmfeeling go away, but I know I’m not supposed to here, I know Owner has mates for me.
Jayk. I heard her say the sound for Owner, and I wag harder. Is he at the door? I run to the door and paw at it he isn’t at the door. I whine and look to human confusedfused. Where’s Owner? I want to find him because I miss him so-
SQWEEK
Pounce! Toy in mouth fuzzy tonguey happy tail wag good boy good boy squeak toy chewchewchew good boy happy!
Wait. What was I thinking? I cock ear and tilt head. I don’t remember. It can’t have been important. I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m a good boy. Also that I have fuzzysqueak in mouth. So that’s all I need.