Kidnapped (Part 4)

Part 4

For I don’t know how long, I had to drink and eat via a tube that was inserted into my mouth. I knew that my head was shaped differently from the way that my view had been altered in front of my eyes. I could clearly make out some kind of snout or muzzle shape that was several inches longer than where my original mouth had been. Since I couldn’t make any noise, John let me come out of my prison and walk around his house. He also took me outside to piss and shit like a real dog would. The yard was fully enclosed and with no neighbors nearby, no one would ever know that I was there. At least John was kind enough to put some coverings on me so that I would stay warm outside. He didn’t want me to get sick, but didn’t make me stay outside too long either. I was also getting more & more accustomed to walking on four legs instead of two. I found myself laying on the carpet near John when he was reading. He rarely had the TV on so I really didn’t know what was going on in the world beyond John’s house. Of course, I don’t think that he wanted me to know. It would probably only irritate me to see what was going on in the world that I was now no longer a part of.

John would pet me though and one night, started to rub my cock in his hands. I had never been touched by another man, but it felt good. I found myself growing hard within my sheath. John would say that I was a very good dog as he masturbated my cock and made me cum. I couldn’t help but cum as it did feel good. I had no where else to go and even if I could leave, I would be a freak. I started to realize that the best thing that I could do would be to let myself become a dog, John’s dog. He never called me Matt anymore, he only called me Spike.

Finally, after what was probably several weeks, the bandages were removed. I was kept sedated in the event that there were any complications, but when I woke up, feeling my face free of the bandages for the first time in a long time felt strange. As I woke up, John was looking at me and petting me gently. I raised my head and could see the fleshy protrusion in front of my eyes that had been covered in bandages. John asked me, “Are you ready to see your new face?�

I nodded, and started to get up. Once I was on all fours, John held a mirror in front of my face. What I saw shocked me. I had been a very attractive man, but now my face (and head) were completely hairless. I turned my head from side to side and could see that my mouth and nose were part of a muzzle that stuck out about two or three inches from my face. It did look very canine indeed. I slowly started to open my mouth and John said quickly, “Be careful Spike, you haven’t flexed those muscles in a while and they’re a bit different.�

He wasn’t kidding. It felt very odd indeed, but as I slowly opened my mouth for the first time, it was sore, but both my upper & lower jaw had been completely reshaped. Even my teeth were different. I had had perfect teeth, but now I had pointed teeth like a dog. I wanted to cry, but at the same time, was amazed with how well the surgery had actually changed the shape of my face. Even my nose was black. Not thinking about it, I started to move my tongue forward and it started to hang from the front of my mouth. John said, “Be very careful pup, you’re not used to those canine teeth yet and I don’t want you to bite your tongue.�

I was careful. It felt so strange, but I could let my tongue hang out of my mouth like a dog. I flexed it up and it could touch my nose. “Shit,� I thought to myself, “I can lick my nose like a fucking dog!�

John smiled as I continued to marvel at my reflection. He then said to me, “Now that your mouth & tongue are the proper shapes, it will be a lot easier for you to eat and drink as any dog does. Of course, you won’t be able to form any human words either; just to let you know. Also, your larynx was modified so speech is simply not possible any more. You’ll eventually learn how to bark, but I don’t want you to try that for until you are more fully healed. Also, I’ll hand feed you until you learn how to eat yourself.�

“Oh, and by the way Spike,� John continued, “there will be a few more changes. You see, I have always a black dog, so once your physical modifications are complete, you are going to be sealed inside of a special suit so-to-speak. It will help to keep you comfortable and give you the perfect canine appearance that I want. I can’t wait to have it all done. And, since you’ll always have your human DNA, you’ll live much longer than any normal dog ever could.�

John left and I decided to lay down for a while. My mouth was still a bit sore anyway.

As the days passed, my mouth muscles strengthened and I was able to start eating again. Of course, having canine teeth made eating a very difference experience than when I ate as a human. I bit my tongue a few times too, and yelped, but slowly I adjusted. As much as I had hated what was happening, at the same time, I knew that I wouldn’t be alive had it not been for John kidnapping me and turning me into a dog. It was starting to become easier to accept what was happening. After all, I now had the face of a dog and soon, I would have the legs of a dog to match.