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Such A Good Dog free porn video
A perversion starts off as mere fantasy, deep in the imagination. It
might escalate to role play, maybe even costume and props. Only very
rarely does one reach, actually become the embodiment of, the perfect
picture of our most private desires.
"But what if I could make it happen, for real?" she had asked with an
eager smile. He lay across her on the bed, elated after vigorous play. It
had been an unforgettable year. They had swam the depths of a myriad of
different types of sex play, but nothing that couldn't be hidden away by
the next day. In later years he would ask himself, if he knew what the
extent of her offer was, known exactly what she intended... Would he have
fought against it? And if he had had the strength to resist, but then had
been later educated as to what he had missed out on, what crushing
flavour of regret would he have felt? But as they say, what's done is
done.
He woke with a dizzying sense of panic, mouth dry, senses fighting to
find their footing. His vision was blurry, increasingly so on the
periphery. His body felt sapped of strength and his upper torso unusually
heavy. Furthermore the room he had awoken in was dimly lit, he did his
best to focus and turned his head to better understand where he was. The
sparse furnishings and antiseptic odour gave him the impression he might
be in a hospital or clinic of some kind. His chest ached quite intensely
and there was an unusual sensation down at his tail bone. Weakly he tried
to rise, but he quickly realised this was futile. He had been bound
securely to a bed with guard rails around it. He heard a door open and a
figure approached out the gloom.
"How are you feeling beautiful? I know you must be sore and confused, but
don't worry you precious thing. Everything is going to be fine."
Stephanie came fully into view, leant in and kissed his cheek. He tried
to talk, but all that emerged from his mouth was a feeble little yapping
sound. Stephanie stepped back and clapped her hands in delight. "Oh
that's just perfect!" she exclaimed. He once again made an attempt to
form a word, but arrived at the same result. "You really are gonna have
to get used to that beautiful, so please don't cause a fuss. Maybe if
you're a good girl, I'll arrange the little mental switch to be flicked
back on, allowing you to speak. But for now I think I'll enjoy the
peace..." he interrupted her with another desperate little yap. "And if
you yap all night, I will get you a kennel! So be warned." her face
became serious, he knew that look. Even given the bizarre nature of what
was happening he quietened. "Now then my love, you're not fully healed
yet, so we're going to put you to sleep for a few more days." A nurse
entered the room and attended to a drip as Stephanie continued to speak.
"You get some rest now, I can't wait for you to be up and about. You're
not going to believe the things I've done to you..." her voice faded off
as he processed these final words, the soporific effect of the drugs
stealing his consciousness.
"You've had a few fairly obvious surgeries, as you'll see..." Stephanie
advised with an amused tone. Two shapely orbs of flesh sat neatly on his
chest, obscured by the bandages binding them, but assuredly very decently
sized. He was fully awake now, the sun shined brightly through the
window. But despite the clarity of awareness, he still felt like he might
be trapped in a very vivid dream. "And we've also made some less,
conventional changes..." she continued. He craned his head around to
investigate the strange sensation near his ass. At the base of his spine,
an extension of flesh continued for a short length, then ended in a ball
of white fluff. He felt his penis stirring, alarming as this all was, the
idea of tails had always excited him intensely. He opened his mouth to
speak, prompting the decidedly canine little burst of expression, that
was now apparently the extent of his diction. She sat at the edge of the
bed and caressed his face. "And I'm sure you've noticed your face feeling
a little strange too, don't you worry your little head Fifi." she assured
him lovingly, "Anyway, we need to get you all prettied up so I can talk
you for a walk!"
He had been helped into a gown, and taken by wheel chair down a maze of
corridors. Eventually they had arrived in what appeared to be a beauty
parlour. He was wheeled up to a station where two girls in matching
uniforms awaited them, regarding him with intense curiosity. Stephanie
exchanged pleasantries with the two girls, the mirror at the station had
been covered with a sheet.
"We can't have you getting a sneak peak before you're all finished baby!"
Stephanie kissed him on the cheek. What followed next was a flurry of
cosmetic attention. Relaxing shampoos and strange smelling chemicals.
Frenzied tugging and twisting, unseen around his skull. The subtle sting
of his eyebrows being plucked, face masks, application after application
of makeup. Try as he might he could do nothing to avert the embarrassment
of a permanent erection. Stephanie did nothing to relieve him of this,
just studied his state of fear and arousal with pleasure. "You just wait
till you see yourself beautiful, you're going to love what we've done!"
Next he was taken to a dressing room, where a wide ruffle collar was
temporarily placed around his neck to ensure he couldn't see his body.
The two girls dressed him as Stephanie looked on, the smile on her face
impossibly wide. When they got to pulling on, what felt like a pair of
hot pants, his protruding member proved quite an obstacle. "Oh yes I
almost forgot! Here Tessa." Stephanie handed a syringe to one of the
girls, who then injected the contents into his arm. He reflected on how
utterly submissive he had become to the unfolding events, they could have
done absolutely anything to him, and all he would do was yap. "This is a
little concoction to get rid of our little friend there, when he's
causing a fashion disaster." Stephanie explained to him. The girls
continued to apply final touches, adjust his hair, which felt very
weighty and odd. After around ten minutes his genitals were so small, it
was as if he'd done ten fat lines of speed. "Don't worry my love, it's
just to keep it out of the way for now!" Stephanie said as she patted the
now diminished organ. The girls pulled the previously hard to fit garment
up his thighs and worked at the buttons. "So, are you ready to meet the
new you?" Stephanie took him by the hand, he followed obediently.
His heart had been hammering all the way to the mirror. When he had seen
his reflection he thought it might stop. On his feet were baby pink
platform sandals, each topped with super fluffy, thick white leg warmers.
His always feminine legs now showed curvaceous weight around the hips and
ass. The denim hot pants they had initially struggled to put on him,
didn't betray so much as a whisper of his manhood. They fitted tight up
into his crotch, but weren't in the least uncomfortable. He adjusted the
weight of his stance and his tail flicked out briefly, the girls laughed.
It would appear they had put a special hole in the back of the shorts to
accommodate his new appendage. He had always been skinny around the
abdomen, but the fact he now had girlish hips accentuated this. His
breasts were barely held in by a pink boob tube, their mass lording over
his exposed little tummy. He brought his hands up to cup their weight,
hesitantly at first. "Go on baby, they're yours to keep." Stephanie said,
moving up to put her arm around his waist. His hair had been styled to
form a soft, voluminous pile of pure white curls on the top of his head,
and two equally generous clouds hanging down either side. No wonder it
had felt so strange. His makeup looked stunning, super girly with a touch
of slut. He touched the end of his nose with curiosity. "Yah, that's not
makeup. You pretty little doggy." The dark shiny patch around his
nostrils was a perfect imitation of the tip of a snout. He opened his
mouth, the lips considerably poutier than they had been previously. Two
cute little fangs could be seen inside. She moved to place herself in
front of him, kissed him sweetly, then attached a lead to the collar on
his neck. Diamante lettering on the front of the collar read, Fifi. "You
are such a good dog!" she whispered, the tone of her voice somewhere
between adoration and condescension.
Weeks later he, she, that felt more natural now... Lay upon silk sheets
looking down over her body, no longer an alien tapestry of changes. Her
owner busied herself in the bathroom, preparing for bedtime. Today
Stephanie had had both of Fifi's nipples pierced. The jewellery installed
had, glittering silver trails hanging from it, snaking across the curve
of her breasts as she rolled on the bed. She heard Stephanie walk back
into the room, and was ready and in position before her owner had
commanded.
"Oh! Who's a good girl!" Stephanie exclaimed. Fifi felt a hand stroke the
explosion of hair on the side of her head and another play lovingly with
her tail. "I love you so much girl." Fifi's tail was released and a
finger now stroked down her ass. She let out a brief excited yap. Next
she felt the push of the strap on as it pressed against her ass, forcing
against the relative size of the hole. She began to make a low squealing
noise, an impatient request to be fulfilled. Finally the toy found it's
home, pushing deep inside of her, Stephanie's hands moved to Fifi's
collar, gripping it tightly. "There's a good dog, there's a good dog
now." She swam in her owners words, in the haze of her absolute
submission. She felt herself being torn in two by the girth of the member
entering her delicate little ass. She was Fifi, she was a good dog, that
was all that mattered.
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