Transformation

Transformation by Dogslife

His life was over, he knew that - he had nothing now left to live for. He stood leaning on the bridge railing, looking down into the dark waters far below and preparing himself to climb up and jump.

"Do you really want to do that?"

He started, and looked at the man in the dark suit standing next to him. He had not noticed the black car pull up behind him or the man walk over.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Just someone who's interested."

"Just fuck off. I want to be on my own."

"While you kill yourself?"

He turned to look at the man.

"Why are you here?"

"I've got an offer for you."

"An offer?"

"Yes. From someone who can take away your pain and make some use of your life."

He shook his head.

"No, thanks. I've got nothing worth living for."

"The Master can change all that. You can have a role and a purpose." The man shrugged. "You think your life is over, anyway, so why not give it a try? You really have nothing to lose - if this doesn't work out, the bridge will still be here."

He looked down into the dark water for a long moment and then back at the man - his tone seemed persuasive. And he had a point, the bridge would still be here tomorrow, next week. He shrugged.

"What do I have to do?"

The man gestured towards the car.

"Hop in and I'll take you there straight away."

He walked over to the car and got in, throwing one last glance at the river as he did so.

"This way."

The man led him forward into a sumptuously-furnished room. Near the fire, a handsome young man with jet black hair was sitting. He looked up as they approached.

"This is the master."

The man withdrew, leaving him with the master, who looked him up and down.

"You have a fine figure, you could serve me well."

He said nothing.

"You'll soon find that your former life and its failures fade away."

"How?"

"When you serve me as my new dog, all other worries will seem insignificant. You will be concerned only with serving me."

"Your dog?"

He took a step back, alarmed now.

"I knew as soon as I saw you on that bridge. I knew that your heart and soul was not in living as a human, that you were ill-equipped to deal with the complex needs of an everyday human life. You need a simple life, ordered, with a single focus. I can give you that."

Put like that, he felt like the master could see into his soul, like this could be a real possibility. But as a dog? He paused for a long moment, as the master looked him straight in the eye. Then he nodded.

"Okay, I'll give it a try, but if it doesn't work, I'll go and you won't try to follow."

The master answered in his deep voice.

"As you wish. Are you ready to begin?"

He nodded. The master reached out for something on a small table beside him and stood up.

"Every dog needs to know who his owner is."

The master held up a collar in front of his eyes. The tag on it said: "Rover".

"Not an imaginative name, I grant you, but one I feel is appropriate."

The master fastened the collar around his neck and checked that it was not too tight. Already he felt different, the mere thought of being owned gave him a thrill he had not experienced in a long time. Indeed, even his cock began to stir.

"And no dog wears clothes."

He understood immediately. He removed his T-shirt, his trainers and socks, followed by his jeans and briefs. Almost without thinking, he sank to his hands and knees. The master patted his head.

"Very good. I can see that you will be a loyal and obedient servant. Now we must sort out your paws."

The master lifted each of his paws in turn and pulled on what felt like a stiff, skin-tight sock. When the master had finished, he lifted one of his front paws and examined it. Underneath was the shake of a genuine dog's paw, including the claws. With a rare feeling of pride, he realised that control was moving out of his reach - in fact, now he didn't have a reach or ability to grab things. He permitted himself a small smile as he felt the world begin to reorganise itself around him - no longer would many things be his concern.

"You will be on your paws whenever possible. However, I understand that at times that will be painful and you will need to rest on your knees. That is something we can address later."

He looked up at the master, puzzled. But then he remembered that such things were no longer his concern. The master stepped forward and pushed something resembling a dental appliance into his mouth, trapping his tongue beneath it.

"Later I will give you the use of your tongue back, but for now it would only get in your way when learning how to bark, growl and whimper."

The master picked up something long and thin from the table.

"And, of course, all dogs need a tail."

The master walked behind him and he felt pressure at his arsehole. He realised that a butt plug was being inserted and felt it snap into place. Looking over his shoulder he could just catch a glimpse of his new tail. Delighted, he waggled his arse to make it move. The master again patted him on the head.

"I think that is enough for tonight, pup. Follow me."

He followed the master into the next room where a large dog basket lay.

"Sleep now, we will begin your training tomorrow."

He padded over to the dog basket and curled up in it. The master turned off the light and closed the door. He lay there in the darkness, pondering how his life could so suddenly take on meaning. He could feel the weight at his arse, the tightness round his paws, the constriction in his mouth and the width of leather round his neck and fell asleep totally contented.

"First lesson," said the master, flinging back the curtains, "Toilet training."

He opened his eyes, yawned, stretched and rolled out of the basket onto his four paws.

"Open your mouth."

The master unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, pushing it into his dog's mouth. Immediately he could taste the master's warm, salty piss. Without even thinking, he swallowed it greedily. When the master was finished, he patted his dog on the head.

"That's my toilet needs, now let's see to yours."

He followed the master to an outside door.

"If you need to go out for a piss or a shit, you should bark and scratch the door. I will come remove your tail and let you out."

He felt the tail removed from his arse. It was immediately put into his mouth.

"Clean it."

With no tongue, the only thing he could do was clamp his lips round it as his master slowly pulled it back out. although his tongue was imprisoned, enough of it was clear that he could taste the faintly acrid shit from the butt plug. The master opened the door, but held onto his dog's collar.

"When you go out, you must lift you leg when you piss and crouch when you shit. I'll watch and when you're done, I'll clean your arse up for you."

He trotted over to the fence and lifted his leg. For a few seconds, he blushed, struggling to piss, and then it shot out in a long arc. When he had done this, he crouched and, with some straining, produced a long turd, which dropped to the floor. He was about to turn back to the master when a thought about real dogs occurred to him and he scraped some earth back with his front paws, flipping it towards the shit. He then returned to the master's side. The master reached for a hosepipe and played the cold water over his arse crack, before reinserting the tail.

"Well done. You're already beginning to think like a dog."

He was pleased and, with an effort that surprised him, managed to force out a bark. The master patted him on the head.

"A credible attempt. Come in for breakfast."

He trotted after the master.

"Sit."

He sat, while the master opened a can of dog food and scraped it out into a dog bowl. The master placed it on the floor, but his dog remained where he was.

"Good boy!" The master removed the constrictor from his mouth. "Go and get your food, boy."

He padded over to the bowl and the smell of the dog food almost overpowered him. For the first time since agreeing to this, his resolve weakened. He looked up at the master and whined.

"It's okay. It'll take you a while to get used to it, but I want you to try."

The master walked to the sink and filled a bowl with water, placing it beside the dog food.

"That might help you."

His resolve stiffening again, he plunged his face closer to the stinking dog food and bit into it, taking just a small mouthful. It wasn't quite as disgusting and slimy as he had feared, but the taste was strong and unpleasant. He swallowed it quickly and plunged his mouth into the water, lapping it up as best he could. He felt the master's hand on his collar pulling back from the water.

"You only get the one bowl of water with all that dog food. If you drink it all now, the taste of the rest will be even worse."

Reluctantly, he moved his face back to the dog food. This time he munched a larger mouthful and tried to swallow it as quickly as possible, trying to keep it away from his tongue. He lapped a tiny amount of water up. This tactic began to work and, by the time he was licking out the bowl (on an instruction from the master who didn't want to see any waste left), he was beginning to feel that, while not exactly liking the food, he could tolerate it.

The master stroked his back, and he rubbed up against the master.

"Well done, boy."

The master slipped the constrictor back into his dog's mouth and then sat down to his own breakfast, while his dog sat at his feet.

"Walkies!"

He looked up from the basket, where he had been allowed to curl up for half an hour, to see the master dangling a lead in front of him. The master clipped the lead onto the collar and led his dog out of the back door.

He blushed as it occurred to him that the master was taking out of the garden and into some woods beyond, but his master reassured him that this was all part of his land, as well as some fields beyond, and that no-one would see him.

Once they had left the woods and were in a field, the master left him off the lead and began throwing a ball for him to catch and bring back. he found it hard work running on all fours, but kept at it, even when the master exchanged the ball for a stick, which tasted somewhat unpleasant when in his mouth.

After their walk, the master took him into the living room and lifted his front paws over a footrest and pulled out his dog's tail.

"There are many ways in which you will serve me as my dog. One of them is to be fucked by me at least once a day, uncomplainingly."

He felt the master's fingers at his arsehole, greasing and stretching it, before the master's cock pushed against his hole and forced its way inside. The master was not rough in fucking him, neither was he gentle, pulling his cock almost all the way out before pushing right back in, over and over. His dog's cock was jammed up against the footrest, rubbed against it each time the master's cock shoved in, so it was no surprise to him, that after his master finally froze and pumped juice up his arse that he came too, in the best orgasm he had ever had.

Much of the rest of the day consisted of following the master around the house, sitting when told to, lying down when ordered or generally being in the right place at the right time. When it came to dinner, he began to find it easier to eat the dog food.

After dinner, the master did not immediately replace the constrictor in his mouth.

"We need to talk now. You have spent a day as my dog. You are beginning to learn what is required of you. Now you need to make a choice. If you wish, you can walk away now. If not, you need to make a decision to surrender to me completely. There are a few tasks I wish you to do which will be harder than today's, but not many and not much harder. The biggest reason that you need to decide now is that there will be some changes which will be impossible to back out of. If you stay, you stay forever. What do you say?"

He barked, finding this easier to do now.

"No, speak English, so I can be sure of what you are saying."

It felt strange to open his mouth to speak.

"I want to stay. I have nothing to go back to. This is the place I want to be."

"And you understand that after today you would never be able to go back?"

"I understand. I'm glad I can't go back. I want to stay with you forever."

The master put his arms around his dog's neck and held him close.

"I'm happy that's what you want - you'll make an excellent dog. But understand, this is the last time you will speak in English."

"I don't need to speak any more."

"Good." The master slipped the constrictor back in and slapped him on the rump.

Before sending him to his basket that night, the master brought out different shaving apparatus and slowly, carefully removed every trace of hair from his body. The master then gave him a spoonful of some brown, sticky medicine. He was surprised at how different he felt as he curled up in the basket. And how right he felt.

"The medicine will encourage even fur coverage. Your first change will take place tonight."

He looked up to see the master holding a syringe in his hand, which was then plunged into his arse cheek. Within seconds he felt his eyes grow heavy and he slipped into a deep sleep.

When he awoke, he felt like he had been asleep forever. As he lay there, his mind surveyed the previous day and how much realer it had seemed than the rest of his life, which already felt like a dream.

The master walked in and pulled back the curtains. His dog stretched and climbed out of the basket, waiting expectantly for the master's piss.

"You've been asleep a bit longer than one night and you might feel a bit sore round your hips. Just try and stand up like a human for a moment."

Surprised, he lifted his front paws from the floor. He found, to his surprise, that it was extremely difficult to keep his balance and his back paws had to keep moving. After half a minute, the master indicated he should return to all fours and he realised it felt more comfortable than the previous day.

"I told you I would make some changes. While you slept, my vet has re-set your pelvis and back legs so it is more comfortable for you to stay on all fours. In fact, as you can see, it's almost impossible for you to stand upright for very long now."

He let out a delighted bark. Now it would be easier and less painful on his back to be the master's dog. The master stroked his head and back.

"I can see you're pleased, boy. Now, open up."

Again, he drank the master's piss, and found that the taste was much easier to bear. He as then led through to the kitchen and was delighted to be let out into the back garden to scamper around a bit, have a piss by the fence and a good long shit. After being hosed down, he pattered into the kitchen for his breakfast, which he found to be almost pleasant. he realised, with pleasure, that he was quickly becoming accustomed to this new life.

After breakfast, he was taken through to the living room and again fucked by the master, this time slowly and gently, as if the master was concerned about hurting his slightly sore hips. Then the master spoke again.

"I've got a surprise for you now."

The master opened the door and a large Doberman padded into the room. It immediately sniffed his arse and he felt he should return the favour. The two dogs - one human, one canine then stood staring at each other, the Doberman with his tongue hanging out.

The master took him and again placed him over the footrest and then applied some sort of jelly to his arse crack and into his hole. Immediately the Doberman howled and then sniffed his arse again and then licked it. He shuddered, not expecting it and not knowing what to think, except that the master wished this. The Doberman licked his arse crack a few more time and then clambered up onto his back, squashing him down onto the footrest. The Doberman's cock probed blindly for his arse and then found its target, demanding entrance. The Doberman's paws tightened round his chest as it began to hump away furiously at his arse. He was caught between the shock of this happening and the excitement as his cock was rubbed up against the footrest. He eventually discovered that this was far the stronger of the two feelings and began to submit himself, pushing his arse into the Doberman's cock.

He began to feel the dog's cock swelling and felt uncomfortably, even painfully full, as the Doberman's cock squirted amazing amounts of come into him. The Doberman eventually finished and twisted himself round until they were joined arse to arse. He began to rub his arse slowly against the dog's smooth fur and this was the final impetus needed to bring him to orgasm. He couldn't believe that this orgasm was even more amazing than the first time the master had fucked him, and he hung there, radiating joy, until the Doberman's cock shrank enough for them to separate.

The master made a lot of fuss over him, congratulating him on the way he had handled the Doberman and giving him a chocolate treat. He barked and jumped up with his front paws on his master's shoulder, so he could lick his master's face.

That evening, the master again injected him.

"There are more changes to come tonight, but don't be scared boy. When I've finished you will be even more perfect a dog than you are now."

As he drifted off to sleep, he found those words comforting and cheering. He was the master's perfect dog!

When he awoke, the master was again drawing the curtains. he could feel strange sensations, but couldn't, for a moment work out where they were coming from. He climbed out of his basket and stood in front of his master. As he did so, he glanced down at his paws and started. No longer was h wearing the fake paws, and no longer did his paws look like human hands. They had been reshaped into dogs paws. A glance back showed him that his rear paws were the same.

He shook his tail with glee - he was becoming more and more the dog the master wished for. He stopped, realising that he had not felt the weight move in his arse when he wagged his tail. He looked over his shoulder and almost gasped to see a real tail attached above his arse. He looked up at the master, who was smiling, and barked.

"Yes, boy, you've got real dog paws and tail now, you lucky thing."

The master stroked his head and back, and he realised how much his fur had started growing - somehow not human hair, but soft dark brown fur. He licked the master's hand and nuzzled the master's crotch, trying to express how happy he was with the changes.

The day seemed to pass in a blur for him, delighted as he was with how dog-like he had become: drinking the master's piss, pissing and shitting in the garden, breakfast, being taken for a walk, being trained to do more new tricks, being fucked by the master, being fucked by not one, but three dogs, dinner. Everything that happened had him in ecstasy - he had never believed that life could be so good.

He wasn't surprised when the master injected him again that night.

"Just one more change," the master murmured in his ear, "and then you can live with me as my dog forever."

He wagged his tail contentedly as he drifted off to sleep again.

He awoke before the master and there was enough light in the room for him to see dimly. As he clambered out of the dog basket, he felt a lightness in his mind, almost as if his former life had drained away. He pattered over to a mirror standing on the floor and looked into it.

Looking back at him was no longer the face he had been born with, instead he saw a long snout , slightly open with a tongue hanging out. The fur had covered everything to a moderate length, and he turned sideways to take in the view.

He recognised what he was now - homo canine. He barked and barked in joy as he realised that he was finally his master's perfect dog. And as his master rushed into the room, he flung himself on him, barking and licking him all over...