I stand nervously outside the door of what will be my new home, it's normal to feel nervous with huge life changing events, even if they're good and this one is one I've been dreaming of my whole life. I could still back out, it's not to late, I could just leave now and live a normal, empty, boring life, one where this will just remain a fantasy, a fantasy I'd wish were true. With a racing heart and shaking hands I reach out and push the doorbell, as I do part of me let's out a relieved sigh for not panicking and backing out at the last minute, this is what I want, yes it's a huge change but one that you'll regret not doing.

The door opens to the young man I'd been talking to for several months and I step inside, behind me I hear the door close and lock sealing me in. I take a moment to look around and get familiar with my new home as I'm led into the living room. Inside I see what will be my dog bed and next to it a few toys.

"I just have to ask one last time, from our long conversations I'm certain I know your answer but are you really sure that you want to do this?" Without speaking I take off my backpack and pull out the signed contract, power of attorney documents which give them control over medical decisions, and my ID. He smiles back at me as he takes them.

"I guess that's a yes then. Alright then, remove your clothes and get on all fours." I feel a bit nervous as I begin to take off my clothes in front of him but those are something a human would feel, from this moment on I am no longer a human. The feeling of the air against my skin feels freeing and comfortable as I remove my underwear and allow by cock and balls to hang freely. Now fully dressed for my new life I lower myself down onto my hands and knees and look up and see my new owner from the view I'll have for the rest of my life. He lowers himself to a crouching position and I lift my head as I see him move the collar towards me, I smile as I'm filled with joy, acceptance and value as I feel the leather tighten and lock around my neck, forever marking me as his pet, his property. I start panting as he strokes my head.

"You're such a good boy and I'm very pleased to have you join my family." I continue panting happy to have found a home and people who I can be my true self around. My owner and his husband always wanted a pet but both have extreme allergies, not only was I getting my dreams fulfilled so are they and I will be a very good dog for them, I will show them my appreciation for doing this and for taking me in.

I hear the clip of a leash attach to my collar and feel a slight tug.

"Do you want to see your new home?" It was obviously a somewhat rhetorical question, I don't really have a choice anymore and dogs can't talk

"Woof!" At my response I'm pulled forward by my leash and crawl after my owner. He leads me into the downstairs bathroom, my hands and knees finding the tiled floor uncomfortable. My owner points to a litter box and I mover over to it and sniff at it.

"This is where you go toilet when we're out or sleeping or the weather is bad." I'm then dragged over to the toilet.

"This water is not for drinking, drinking from here is bad." I look down sadly showing acknowledgement. I feel a reassuring stroke before we walk out the bathroom and I'm taken to the kitchen.

This is where your food and water is. You will be feed twice a day at breakfast and dinner." I crawl over and give a small whine at the empty bowl.

"No it's not dinner time yet. But you can have a few of these." He places a handful of dry food into my bowl and I lower my head down and start eating to crunchy shaped cearel and lap at my water. Finishing I sit on my knees and look up at my master panting.

"If you need the toilet during the day then you must sit by this door and wait to be let out. While we're here do you need to go?" Feeling a slight preasure in my bladder I crawl over to the door and sit on my knees and let out a small whine. I hear the sound of the door unlock and step back as it opens, the breeze of fresh air washing over my body as I'm filled with a combination of fear and a desire to rush outside and enjoy the feeling of the grass against my skin and the sun on my back. Feeling a tug on my leash I step out onto the patio and look around the large garden learning my outdoor space as I crawl around and explore, light tugs guiding me back to my owner every now and then. The garden was larger than any I'd ever had, the lawn alone would take someone a minute or teo to walk across on two legs, along with the lawn there is a large patio with a barbecue, there are sheltered areas and bushe, a pond with fish in it, flowerbeds, a cluster of trees at the back, almost like a mini forest, a path leading down the side of the house, plenty to explore at my leasure. I even pass a small wooden dog house, poke my head inside the empty space looks cozy and part of me wants to try out my outdoor home.

"That's for when the weather is really warm and yiu can sleep outside or if we shut you outside in the summer while we're out for the day. It's also where you'll go if you misbehave during the rest of the year and you'll have to sleep outside in the cold." I walk on as I feel another tug reminding me of why I'm outside to begin woth, I should try to behave, I don't want to be spending a a night outside in the cold weather. Eventually I'm brought to a tree and we come to a stop, it takes a moment to relax before I begin to relieve myself, the sound of my piss hitting the tree trunk and grass fills the garden. With a shake I pant relieved and more relaxed than ever, especially as I feel my owners hand stroke my back.

"Good boy." The confirmation of good behaviour only adds to my joy and lack of any humiliation at having just pissed outside like an animal, I am an animal now, why should I feel ashamed about acting like one.

I follow my owner back inside, part of me wishes I could stay out longer but I must do as I'm told. Once indoors I'm led to the stairs, the towering uneven surface looks like a mountain from my perspective, in front of the stairs is a baby gate, presumably to prevent me from trying to climb them.

"This is upstairs, you are not allowed up here unless given permission. If you're a good boy we may allow you to come upstairs and sleep on our bed." I'm led back to the living room and my leash is unclipped allowing me to roam my new home freely. As I wonder around the living room my owner sits and watches me as I sniff and paw at my soft bed and bat and chase a small ball and pick up a squeaky bone in my mouth.

"Here boy. I have a treat for you." I turn my head away from my toys and see my owners hard cock towering out of his trousers. I crawl over to him and sniff his cock, the scent filling my senses and causing my own cock to swell as I begin licking it and tasting him.

"Suck." I obediently take his cock into my mouth and begin to suck, my tongue playfully toying with his head as I move back and forth taking him deep into my throat, my owners moans fill my ears as I continue to work hard for my treat. My hard work is quickly rewarded as with a loud moan I feel my mouth fill with the delicious taste of his warm cum, delighted I swallow it all down hungrily, as he pulls out I lick his cock clean of any remaining drops, after a few minutes his hand lightly pushes my away as he puts his cock back inside his underwear. I sit panting happily and look lovingly at my owner, my own cock sticking out wanting to be touched.

"Stand." Still panting excitedly I rise to my hands and knees.

"Good boy. Now stay." I don't move as he gets up and walks out of the room, left alone I stop panting and feel my cock strink as the excitement of previous events wear off. I hear my owner walk back in behind me and feel a hand on my balls, I immediately start panting again at the feel, as I do I feel a cold metal ring fit snugly behind my crotch and a small metal tube slide over my cock and click into place. I whine as I feel a painful crushing sensation as my cock tries to get hard, whining I move my hips in a thrusting motion trying to find a way to get hard but I'm only met with the uncomfortable feeling as my cock pushes against the unmoving hard metal prison. I feel comforting strokes along my back as I begin to calm down.

"It's alright boy, calm down, relax. I know it's not pleasant but we can't have yiu getting excited and making a mess everywhere. So until we arrange for you to be fixed this will prevent you from being a bad boy and misbehaving." I calm down as the reason is explained and I enjoy the feeling of being stroked and quickly begin to pant slightly as he continues and even starts scratching behind my ear.

He stops suddenly at the sound of the front door opening and my ears perk up and I turn to face the doorway.

"Sit." I do as I'm told as I hear footsteps walking down the hallway and see another man enter the room, he smiles excitedly and looks down at me and lowers himself down to a crouching position.

"Hello! Come on. Come say hi." I quickly rise to my hands and knees and go to greet my other owner, as I walk up to him and sniff him he starts stroking my head and body lovingly causing me to pant happily in his embrace.

"How about you take him outside for a walk and get to know each other?"

"Would you like to go for a walk? Yeah! Would you? Shall we go for walkies? Yeah!"

"Woof!" He stops stroking me and gets up and pats his leg.

"Come on!" I eagerly follow him to the back door and allow him to clip the leash to my collar and lead me outside.

I happily enjoy the laps of the garden, listening to the birds and spending time with my new owner. We stop near the patio and I see my owner hold up a tennis ball.

"You want to play?"

"Woof!" I pant and jump up on my knees, my eyes focusing on the ball.

"Sit." I do as I'm told and sit down on my knees, all the while my eyes locked on the ball as he throws it.

"Fetch!" I turn and follow the ball as it flies through the air and quickly crawl after it as it bounces across the grass. Reaching it I pick it up in my mouth, the taste of grass and the fabric of the ball filling mynsense s as I hurry back proudly with the ball and drop it by his feet, sitting and panting happily as he picks it up and throws it again.

Returning tiredly with the ball for the twelfth time I drop the ball and pant hard and lower myself down to a laying position. I feel a hand gently stroking my head.

"Good boy. Are you tired? We can play some more again tomorrow." I close my eyes and enjoy my fuss as I rest from the exercise. Feeling relaxed I suddenly feel preasure in my bowels and know what it means, I rise to my feet and squat, I take a moment to relax as my owner watches and the wind blows against my exposed body reminding me that I'm in full view of anyone watching before I shit onto the grass. As I finish I rise back to all fours.

"Good boy. Stay." At this they turn and walk inside.

"Where are the dog bags?"

"In the second draw." I wait patiently as he returns and I feel the cool damp of a wipe against my ass as I'm cleaned and my waste is cleaned up and placed into a bag before being placed in the bin stored down the side of the house. Finished we both walk in, the warmth of my home washing over my body as my leash is removed.

I move over to my bowl and take a drink and sit by it as I feel my stomach rumble after my long play.

"You hungry?" I pant back in response and look at my empty bowl. I hear the fridge door open and my owner empties a tub of cold cooked mince meat and vegetables into my bowl, my food for the rest of my life, the closest we could come to real dog food while also giving me the right nutrition I need to remain healthy. Every week they'll cook enough for 14 meals, they'll be some variety, different vegetables, a different sauce, different meat, sniffing this meal is beef. I lower my face to my bowl and begin eating it down hungrily. As I eat I hear my owners moving around the kitchen and delicious smells fill the air. Satisfied I raise my head and lick my lips, while not full I'm no longer hungry, my owners not wanting to overfeed me only give me enough to prevent hunger.

Looking around I see both my owners siting at a table and eating their dinner. Smelling the food I walk over and tap one of their legs.

"You still hungry?" I give a small whine. They cut a small piece of meat and hold it up.

"Sit." I obediently do as instructed and I watch as the scrap of food is thrown past me, I turn onto all fours and eagerly chase after it and eat it off the floor. I return panting and am thrown another scrap, this time a piece of potato and then some vegetables. I sit happily panting away as my owners get up and pick up their plates. One stops and with a smile places their empty plate on the floor in front of me. I lower my head to it and begin licking the gravy and small pieces of food off the plate.

"You shouldn't do that, you don't want to spoil him."

"It's just the once, he's been a good boy today and I want to make him feel at home." He moves over and kisses him as I continue to happily lick the plate clean.

"And that's what I love about you. Always so caring." I lick my lips as the now clean plate is picked up and I follow my owners out to the living room.

I tired I move towards my dog bed as they sit down to watch TV.

"Here boy." I turn and see one of my owners patting the empty spot on the sofa.

"Come on." I slowly walk up to them, I'm not allowed on the furniture, that was one of the rules we established before I moved in.

"Up here." I climb up on the empty seat and lay down, my head resting on his lap as he absent mindedly scratches behind my ear and strokes my head, I close my eyes feeling loved, relaxed and content.

Epilogue:

I awake to movement under the sheets and stretch out and yawn as my owners wake. I rise up on all fours, my limp shrunken cock hangs alone below, my balls removed a few years ago, along with the tops of my fingers, thumb and my feet, leaving me unable to stand on two legs or grip objects with my front paws. Nothing I hadn't agreed to before becoming their pet, although I didn't get a say in when it happened. I don't really miss any of it either, my owners are so good at looking after my that I never need to be off all fours or grip anything and they're so loving and affectionate that I don't feel bad about not having my balls anymore, I did miss them at first but quickly found it wasn't really bad and I've become a lot more calm and relaxed, I wasn't allowed to make a mess anyway, at least this way I'm not constantly frustrated and I'm instead content and happy with the love I do get. I had also agreed to having my vocal cords cut but they've never needed to do it as I've not spoken human in a long time, I spoke it accidentally three times in my firat month but shocks from my collar and a day muzzled each time quickly taught me not to do it. I quickly learnt not to need to speak, just getting by with barking, whining, growling and panting, along with tapping with my paw and wagging my ass, I'm not even sure at this point if I can remember how to speak but I won't ever try to. In some ways not speaking is nice, I don't have to think about the right words or worry about embarrassing myself or anything, if I'm happy I pant, if I'm sad or scared I whine, if I'm angry or feel threatened I growl and if I am responding to my owner or want attention I bark, it's wonderfully simple.

Happy to see my loving owners awake I walk up the bed and lick their faces to say good morning, their hands stroke my head and body in return as I pant lightly and enjoy the attention.

I'm helped off the bed and down the stairs back to my more familiar environment, I do love sleeping in my owners room, being with them is wonderful, especially in the winter where i crawl up between their warm legs, and when I'm there I sometimes get to eat their cum after they have sex, but I am trapped on the bed until they get up, downstairs I'm free to roam, sometimes getting into trouble, like the other night when they left some food out. Now on level ground I quickly hurry to the back door and paw at it while whining. At thus point I'm used to holding it in but at this point I'm bursting.

"Ok, I'll let you out." As the door opens I rush outside to the tree and quickly relieve myself before happily walking inside to a bowl of the usual breakfast. I've had the same meal every day for years, not that I mind, I’m just happy and grateful to be feed and my owners do change it up slightly, sometimes they change the tyoe of mince meat or the vegetables, today it's lamb, hungry I eat it up. Feeling full I contently move to the living room and lay on the floor in the warm morning sun, I roll around lazily on the warm patch of the floor as I sunbathe.

As one of my owners leaves for the day I get up and watch them leave through the window, a sad whimper leaving my mouth, later I'll be barking excitedly at their return.

"It's alright boy, he'll be home later. Until them why not come here and get your morning treat." I turn to see him standing with his morning wood sticking out and I hurry over and take his cock in my mouth for my delicious reward.

I'm so glad that I didn't back out at the last minute all those years ago and let my nerves win out. I love my dream life, it's what I've always wanted to be, it's who I truly am and how I want to live for the rest of my life.