I silently groan as I slowly open my heavy eyelids, my waking senses feeling the air flowing over my body, one that feels strange, as if I'm naked, and feels the unfamiliar floor beneath me, odd unfamiliar smells filling my sense, as a dull pain throbs from various parts of my body, my fingers and hand, my legs, my crotch and my throat, one that feels sore and thirsty. 

As my eyes fully open and focus, I see a room I've never seen before. Where am I? Why am I laying on the floor? What happened? I vaguely remember replying to someone I was talking to online about puppyplay, then I felt a sudden sting in my neck, someone was in my home, I was drugged, knocked unconscious. I begin to panic and try to get off the floor, my body feeling strangely weak and stiff, as if it hasn't moved in at least a week, my mind still foggy and sleepy, feeling slow. I rise unsteadily to all fours and try to gain balance, becoming slightly dizzy from moving to fast, whatever I was drugged with clearly still hasn't fully left my system. As I try to rise to my feet I realise why there is a dull pain in my legs, as I try to put weight on my feet I find that there is nothing there. I freeze for a moment, the horror of realisation hitting me, I remember telling someone online about my wildest fantasy, they'd asked me if I had no restrictions or limits what would be my ultimate puppyplay fantasy. It seemed harmless at the time, just a bit of fun, so I answered, part of the fantasy was modifications, one of which was the removal of my feet to force me to remain on all fours. What other of those modifications did they do to me? As I look down fearfully, I see my hands or more accurately now paws, my thumbs completely removed and my fingers shortened, the top two thirds missing, leaving only little toe like stumps, ones unable to grip or hold anything, leaving me, just as I'd said in my fantasy, completely helpless and unable to do basic needs, like open door, cupboards or food containers. I slowly look back and confirm that I'm correct about my feet, my legs ending suddenly just above where my ankles should be, now just empty space, instead ending as useless stumps, unable to ever walk on two legs ever again. 

I suddenly remember another modification, one given to all pets. Please no, please not that. I lower my head between what are now my front legs, revealing to my horror a solitude dangling limp cock, my balls completely absent, my body neutered like any other dog. 

I stand on all fours frozen in fear, my mind still slow from the drugs, desperately trying to figure out what to do next. I'm not tied to anything, although I do feel a collar wrapped around my neck, one that is to tight to get off, the metal name tag jingling slightly as I try to move it with my paw, but it isn't leashed to anything, presumably because in my current state I can't even open the door or pick up the phone sitting on a small table next to a large armchair. I see a shadow move passed the window, one covered by a curtain, one I can't open, but maybe I can call for help. I try to yell but nothing escapes my mouth, only a quiet, barely audible and painful rasp, one not resembling anything remotely like a word. I look around in fear and try to clear my throat as if that would do anything, already knowing why I can't speak, the final modification that I'd mentioned, my vocal cords no longer work, I'm forever mute, forever unable to speak and communicate with words, just like any other animal, I don't have the ability to speak. So even if I could somehow use the phone or open the door, what then? I can't call out for help or tell anyone what is happening or who I am, not to mention I'd be helpless and completely vulnerable, my body fully exposed, unable to fight back. I lay down onto the floor defeated, my tired body still feeling weak from the drugs, unable to do anything my eyes close and I drift off back to sleep, hoping to wake from this nightmare. 

I awake to a sound, the floor vibrating slightly as the front door closes, footsteps move as someone enters the house. Is it my captor? A rescuer? Someone breaking in? My heart races in fear, aware of how helpless and vulnerable I am, I manage to get up to all fours and look around, hoping to find somewhere to hide. Seeing a table behind me I back underneath it, tucking myself close to the corner of the room, well out of reach. 

I watch in fear as I see a pair of feet walk into the room and slowly move closer towards me. I jump slightly and push myself into the wall as he lowers himself down, a face appearing, staring right at me, his face surprisingly calm and kind.

"Hey there puppy, I see that you are finally awake. It's ok, I won't hurt you, you have nothing to be afraid of." I refuse to move. Did he do this to me? What will he do to me if I go near him? Can I trust him? I stay still, watching him as he just sits down against the table, not doing anything, just waiting. What is he doing? Why isn't he trying to get me to come out of hiding? Does he expect me to go to him? Frozen in fear I just stay in my hiding place, staring at my captor, confused at his lack of action.

I let out a quiet groan, my bladder in pain, pressure building for a while now, my body screaming in need, I desperately try to hold it, unable to keep myself from pissing myself for much longer, but I can't go anywhere, my captor still calmly sitting next to the table scrolling through his phone. Humiliation and disgust fills me as I'm unable to hold it any more, my warm piss spraying down my leg and onto the carpet below, quiet whimpers of humiliation and fear of how he will react escape my lips. 

"It's alright, I understand that you're scared, I can clean that up later." What? Why isn't he angry at me? I just peed on the carpet and he isn't mad? He seems to be completely understanding. Maybe he isn't that scary? Or maybe it's just a trick to get me to lower my guard? Confused I remain still, not understanding what is happening, not sure what to do, if I can trust him. 

My stomach rumbles and my mouth feels dry, my body struggles to remain upright, my eyes strain to stay open as I continue to watch my captor. I startle slightly as he moves and gets up, walking away from the table. Where did he go? Did I win? 

I see his feet as he returns, two dog bowls are placed down on the floor in front of the table. 

"Good night puppy, I'm guessing that you are hungry and thirsty, so I brought you food and water. See you in the morning puppy." With that he walks off and the light goes out, leaving me in darkness. I let out a small whimper as I feel alone, part of me missing his company, especially now that it's dark and quiet. 

I slowly move forward, listening out for any sounds, worried that he might be hiding, ready to grab me the moment I come out of hiding. Reaching the bowls I lower my head down to the water and sniff at it cautiously, tasting it, determining that it is safe I lap at it thirstily, happy to have a drink. 

My stomach growling I look over at the other dog bowl, inside there seems to be a mixture of cold mince meat and chopped up vegetables, while it doesn't look like the most appealing meal my hunger gets the better of me and I move towards it. What if it's drugged? I sniff the meal, the smell not revealing anything other than reminding me that I'm hungry and instinct takes over, my head lowering to the bowl and I begin to eat. 

I curl up under the table, the corner of the room feeling somewhat safe under the shelter of the table, my captor seeming to not want to move it to get to me, his actions still confuse me. Maybe he doesn't have some ulterior motive, maybe he is just patiently waiting for me to come out? Maybe he isn't scary? He did just give me food and water, maybe he just wants to look after me? To tired to figure anything out I close my eyes, still alert and wary, I manage to fall asleep. 

I awake to the sunlight coming through the curtains, my eyes blinking in the light, I let out a quiet whine as I realise where I am, still in this strange place, still reduced to a helpless animal, still trapped hiding under a table. I look up as I hear my captor calmly and sleepily enter the living room, part of me thinks that I should do something while he is less aware, but another part of me is to scare, while another more freighting part of me doesn't actually want to do anything bad to him, he has only been nothing but kind to me, he's been patient, caring, forgiving, made sure I have food and water. What am I thinking? He kidnapped me and modified my body, took away my voice, turned my hands into useless paws, cut off my feet to keep me on all fours, removed my balls, why do I feel this way towards him? Cause he gave me food and treats me nicely? Technically this is my dream fantasy, I did want this, he only made my dreams a reality, should I really be mad at him for that? 

I'm snapped out of my thoughts as the empty bowls are picked up, quickly replaced with clean bowls, containing fresh water and food.

"Good morning puppy. Are you feeling better today? I hope you're more comfortable and the drugs have worn off." He does seem to actually care about me. No, don't think that way, he's getting into my head, he might be nice now but once you leave your hiding spot he could be different.

I watch as he walks away and sits in his armchair, the TV turning on, the sound filling the room, his attention fixed on it. Feeling thirsty and hungry I slowly move forwards, keeping an eye on my captor, ready to hurry back under the table if he moves. I lap at my water, grateful for my drink, my throat still sore from the operation. I move to the food bowl, the same meal as last night but food is food and I need to eat to survive and be strong enough to maybe get out of here, so I lower my head down and eat, slightly embarrassed about eating like an animal in front of my captor, although he doesn't seem to mind. Although if I do get out of here what will I do? I can't return to my old life, not that I really want to, I'll still need to be cared for, I'd still have to eat like this, I'll still be unable to open doors or hold anything, I'd still be stuck on all fours, I'd still be a neutered animal, I'd still be unable to speak or communicate, at least here my captor seems to care about me and look after me, maybe it's better to remain here, where I know I'll be looked after. 

Finishing part of me wants to go over to him, to have some attention, to relax, to know for sure if he is nice or not. My fear overcomes my feelings though and I back under the table, part of me feeling bad about being ungrateful, not doing anything to thank him for my food, only hiding away again, while he has been so nice and kind, I'm just being uncooperative. 

I continue to watch from my hiding spot as my captor moves around, never once bothering me, thoughtfully leaving me to get used to my new home, life and owner, not even minding as I pee on the carpet again, still to scared to come out. 

I smell food cooking in another room, the delicious smells making my mouth drool slightly, part of me wishes to venture out and find the food. I move to the edge of the table and sniff the air, my tongue hanging out slightly tasting the air, my stomach rumbling slightly. I back away slightly into the shadows as my owner enters with a plate and sits on his chair.

"You want some?" He sees me, what do I do? I freeze as he casually throws a small scrap of his food onto the floor near the table, still slightly away from it. I look at the piece of food, the smell overriding some of my fear, my owner is distracted, eating with his plate on his lap, I doubt he'd move fast if I came out quickly and dived back under. I stare at the food and slowly sneak out from under the table, the space around me growing bigger, making me feel more vulnerable as I venture out towards the food, only a few steps away, one of my back legs still partially under the table, ready to spring back under if needed. Reaching the food I lower my head down to the ground, for a moment taking my eyes off of my owner as I pick it up in my mouth, a tiny bit of the carpet coming with it. With my piece of food in my mouth quickly hurry back to safety under the table, staying on the edge as I enjoy my scrap of food, happy to have something different to eat. 

"You like that?" I watch as another piece of food is thrown onto the floor and I dart out to get it, returning to my spot under the table, another piece landing on the floor soon after, each time I leave I grow more confident, understanding that my owner won't do anything to me. 

I lick my lips, panting slightly, satisfied by the many scraps I was given, part of me also enjoyed racing after them, it was a fun game. I watch as my owner walks up to the table and slides his empty plate underneath.

"You want to clean the dishes." Growing more confident I don't even wait for him to leave before I move up to the plate and begin to lick it clean.

I lay more calmly as I watch my owner pick up my empty bowls and replace them with full ones. As he sits back down on his chair I feel comfortable enough to poke my head out of hiding and bury my head down in my food, my eyes off of him for a couple of minutes, testing him, although he did nothing. Maybe I'm being silly hiding away, he could have done things to me many times now but he hasn't. 

I watch my owner leave, the lights going out, part of me sad to be left alone, part of me wishing to be with my owner, to sleep in his room. 

I curl up and drift off the a more peaceful sleep.

I awake to darkness, pressure building in my bladder, not enough to make me desperate but enough to prevent sleep. I look around the quiet room, my owner must be sound asleep. Keeping my ears open I slowly make my way out from under my hiding spot, making sure that I'm ready to race back to it if needed. I slowly make my way around the room, exploring my new home, wondering into the hallway, I hear my owner in his bed, seemingly asleep, I move on to the kitchen, a tray with two empty bowls sits waiting on the floor, presumably where I'll eat when confident enough. I walk around the kitchen, the cabinets towering above me, the worktop completely out of reach, same with the handle to the backdoor, not that I can open it anyway. 

I leave the kitchen and wonder further down the hallway, reaching the bathroom, the tiles uncomfortable and cold underneath my legs, I wonder over to the toilet and quickly realise that I can't use it in my current state. Turning I see a tray on the ground, one filled with litter, feeling pressure building I quickly move over to it and climb in, the litter digging into my paws uncomfortably as I position myself, sighing quietly as I relieve myself, my piss hitting the litter loudly in silence of the night. 

Worried that I'd made to much noise I quickly return down the hallway and into the living room, curling up underneath the table, although I don't tuck myself into the corner, I relax in the middle of the floor, my fear quickly fading as I continue to not hear anything. Closing my eyes I return to my peaceful sleep.

I awake to the sound of my owner walking into the living room, part if me feeling excited to see him. I feel discomfort in my bowels, realising that I haven't been to the toilet in that way for several days now. I can't go here and I can't wait till night time to use the litter box. Maybe it's time I came out from under here. 

My heart races as thoughts of what could go wrong and be done to me race through my head, I have to fight the urge to crawl back under as I slowly make my way out and into the living room, my owner remaining calm and still, allowing me to decide how close I get, not making any sudden movements.

"Hello puppy, I'm glad to see you out of your hiding spot." I keep going, walking all the way up to him. I flinch slightly as his hand gently strokes my head, calming as I enjoy the feeling, his loving hand reassuring me, telling me not to worry, that I have nothing to fear from him.

"It's alright, I'll never hurt you, you are safe with me, I'll always love and look after you." I close my eyes as I relax, I believe him, I really was silly for being worried about nothing this whole time. 

"Now that you're comfortable out here, do you want to eat in the kitchen?" The mention of food reminds me of my need to go to the toilet. I look up at my owner and make a small whining noise. He seems to understand.

"You need to go toilet. Ok come with me." I follow him as he goes to the kitchen, I sit by the back door as he grabs a leash and I do not resist as he clips it to my collar. I freeze slightly as the door opens, fresh air blowing over my naked body, reminding me of how exposed I am. I feel the tug of my leash and slowly make my way forward, stepping outside into the large garden, the open space making me feel frightened.

"It's alright puppy, I'm here, you are safe with me." I feel the leash tug slightly and feel safe knowing that my owner is holding the other end. Reaching a patch of grass we stop and I squat, to embarrassed to go, I look up at my owner, his hand gently stroking my head reassuringly, helping me relax enough as I relieve myself, shitting onto the grass like the dog that I am, the dog I always fantasised about becoming. 

I can't help but pant proudly as I feel my owner wipe my ass with a damp wipe, proud to have gotten over my fears, to finally be free to embrace and enjoy living my fantasies. 

I happily follow my owner indoors, shivering slightly as I feel the warmth as the door closes, sealing me inside my home where I'm safe. My owner unclipping my leash and quickly filling the two bowls on the tray, my now empty stomach rumbling, I bury my head into the bowl without any worries, finally understanding that I'm safe with my owner and can trust him. 

Epilogue: 

I awake in my dog bed to the sound of my owner's alarm going off. I stretch out as he climbs out of his bed, my eyes locking on to the bulge in his underwear. I roll off my dog bed onto all fours, easily balancing on them as if I'd never moved any other way, and excitedly go up to my owner to say good morning to him, jumping up at him, resting my front paws on his legs as he strokes my head.

"Good morning." I pant excitedly, happy to be with my owner, ready to start our day together. 

"Sit." I do as I'm told, tucking my hind legs under my ass and wait patiently as he pulls out his cock. I immediately rise to all fours and slide his sweaty morning wood into my mouth, enjoying the taste of his cock, my tongue rolling around its head as I move back and forth, quickly getting my reward, swallowing down his delicious cum. I keep my lips wrapped tightly around his cock as his warm morning piss flows over my tongue, which is eagerly gulp down, not wanting to spill any of it. 

"Good boy." I pant happily at being told I've behaved and did well. I energetically follow my owner as he sleepily walks into the kitchen, sitting by the kitchen door as he opens it. As soon as I hear it open and feel the air rush in over my body I race outside to the grass, enjoying the feeling of the soft surface as I relieve myself, not caring that anyone can see me, safe in the knowledge that my owner is nearby, trusting that he won't let anything harm me or shut me out. Shaking I make my way back inside and sit by my food bowl as my owner fills it with my usual meal, not hesitating before I bury my face into it, grateful to be fed, happy to fill my empty stomach even if it's the same thing I eat everyday. 

Satisfyingly licking my lips I walk over to my owner as he sits eating his own breakfast and rest my head on his lap, his hand lovingly stroking me in response, I close my eyes, enjoying the moment, enjoying being with my caring owner, completely content and happy, no worries or fears, lucky to be living such a wonderful life.