“Let’s go boy,” Lori says. You feel your new owner tug on your leash forcing you to follow. She leads you into the stairwell and begins to take you down the steps. You stumble a bit adjusting to your new body but you adapt quickly. When you get to the bottom of the stairs Lori loosens her hands on your leash and stops for a bit bending down to check on you. “Ok listen Footboy, I know you’re still adapting to your transformation but try to pay attention. I’m going to play a little game with you.”
Your ears twitch in response. Your improved sense of hearing makes her every word echo inside your head.
She smiles as she sees you perk up suddenly. “Right now I've just given you the appearance of a dog but there are still some human thoughts running through your mind. Let’s see if I can change that.” She strokes your head. “I going to train you until thinking like a well behaved dog is natural for you. I bet if I do it properly you won’t even think of yourself as a human anymore even if I were to turn you back to normal.”
You whimper slightly .
She once again rubs your head before continuing “This is where the game comes in. Once I finish your training, I’m going to turn you back into a human again. If you are still able to think like a human being, I’ll allow you to live your life free from my control.”
You look at her hopefully.
Her smile turns evil. “If however you can’t think any thoughts beyond those of a well trained dog, you’ll spend the rest of life as my personal pet.
You yip at her frightened.
She giggles. “Aw don’t worry. I’ll give you a fighting chance.” She tells you. “I could easily brainwash you with magic but where’s the fun in that?” She strokes your back. “Instead I’m just going to treat you the same way any other pet owner would. The animal instincts that came with your transformation will do the rest. Have you noticed those yet? They are subtle but they’re there.”
That definitely explains a lot of your reactions. You think. It’s like you’re following a program giving you guidelines of how to behave as a dog; Bark here, wag you tail etc.
Lori sees the comprehension in your eyes. “Of course it’s possible to resist those instincts but let’s face it; a wimp like you doesn’t really have a shot at that.”
She scratches your chin playfully causing you to growl at her. You immediately resolve to do everything you can to resist those instincts.
Lori seems to read your thought. “Oh please. You were licking my feet like a submissive puppy even before I changed you,” She says highly amused. “You’ll be eating out of my hand before the day is up.”
You frown. She does have a point. You don’t like her confidence but you also feel she is underestimating you.
She smiles “Here, just to prove how pathetic you are. I’ll let you know everything I’m going to do to you before I do it so you can prepare yourself in advanced.”
Your ears perk up. Maybe you do have a shot at this.
She shakes her head thinking you really are hopeless but gives you a rundown of what to expect. “First I’m going to break you. Get you to mentally acknowledge me as your owner.”
Good luck with that, you think sarcastically
She continues. “To do that I’m going to treat you exactly like I would a dog so this will be the last time I acknowledge your human existence.”
You whimper a little feeling like a bit more of your humanity was taken away at those words
Lori strokes your head condescendingly “Aw don’t be sad little doggie,” she says teasingly. “It’s for your own good. Once you realize you’re no different from an ordinary dog, it will be that much easier to accept me as your master.”
You growl at her at her.
The goth laughs. “I guess you still need time to accept to your new situation. I’ll help,” She gives your leash a tug. “Come with me.”
She leads you through the school hallway forcing you to follow her. Eventually she stops at familiar territory…the women’s locker room.
You look up at her confused but the goth doesn’t pay you any attention. Instead she opens the door once again taking you where no man has gone before. As soon as you get inside she ties you to one of the poles in the room. “I’m sorry puppy, I’m going to have to leave you alone for a bit. Us humans have classes to go to.” She mocks. “You get to wait here for me just like a good puppy would.”
You bark in protest causing her to smile.
Going over to her locker, she begins shuffling through it. “I read somewhere that when you leave a pet alone you should leave it something with its owner’s scent on it so that it doesn’t get lonely while you’re gone,” She tells you. “I think that I have just the thing for that.”
She pulls out a pair of her dirty gym socks, brings them to her nose and wrinkles it. “Oh yeah…this ought to keep you busy.” She places them in front of you.
You growl at her angrily but she ignores you.
Taking a pair of sneakers out of her locker she places them in front of you as well. “Here you can have these too.” She says petting you condescendingly on the head. “See what a good owner I am?”
You bark in disagreement.
She just smiles and walks towards the locker room door. “Don’t worry I’ll come back and play with you soon.” She teases. “Have fun doggie.”
With that the door to the room shuts leaving you by yourself.
***
You don’t know how long you’ve been waiting there. It feels like a long time. It’s a strange feeling being restricted like this; only able to move the two feet your leash allows you to; forced to wait for Lori to come and get you. All you have is Lori’s footwear to keep you company. There really is a sense of helplessness to it. Not just helplessness but inferiority.
As the minutes tick past, you find yourself wishing for something to do. While you could smell Lori’s socks and sneakers like she suggested, it just seems like it would be accepting the situation she is forcing you into. It dawns on you that this is part of her attempt to break you making you accept her superiority over you. It doesn’t get any lower then sniffing the goth’s socks to pass the time.You remind yourself that despite your present appearance you are a human on the inside. Foot fetish or not you refuse to debase yourself by being comforted by Lori’s scent like you were truly her pet.
***
More time has gone by. You wonder how much? The spell really must have affected your sense of time. Seconds seem like minutes. Minutes seem like hours. You need something to do otherwise you’ll lose your mind. To top it off, your animal instincts seem to be working against you. A dog naturally finds comfort in the scent of its owner and instincts are trying to guide you to do that. Once more you look at Lori’s footwear longingly trying to shake off the urge to submit to them but the feeling just seems to get stronger and stronger with each passing second.
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