Kidnapped (Part 5)

Kidnapped

Part 5

Sometime after my face had healed, John once again sedated me via my food. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I woke up, the next phase of my transformation from man to dog had occurred. John was looking down at me with a very concerned and caring look on his face. There was pain in my legs and my hands. I wasn’t wearing the leather mitts, but my hands were bandaged and when I looked around, I could see that there were bandages and casts around parts of my legs. John said to me, “We did the next phase of your surgery Spike. Thankfully, there won’t be any more. Your legs have been adjusted in length to match your front paws, but it’s going to be a few days still before you can walk on them. Your paws have also been adjusted. Since you’re now a dog, you don’t need fingers, so most of the fingers have been removed and pads have been added to your palms and the bottom of your feet. Don’t worry, I know that this is probably the most difficult phase of the transformation, but it will pass. I’m very sorry about the pain, but it’s unavoidable. I am giving you pain killers though”?

I listened to John and wasn’t angry. I knew that this was going to happen and it did. I decided to just relax and let him take care of me. After all, he was taking care of me: he was feeing me, petting me and keeping me safe. He had saved my life. I knew that none of this would have happened if he didn’t love me and for some odd reason, I found that I was falling in love with him.

Laying around while my legs and paws healed wasn’t fun, but John kept me sedated much of the time. Eventually, he started to have me get up and walk around just a little bit. He stayed with me the entire time as I started to learn how to walk all over again. It was totally different from anything I had experienced before. My balance was different, but it was a lot easier to walk with my paws & legs the same length. After a few weeks, I was trotting around the house slowly, but getting stronger all the time. I really was starting to feel like a dog. I couldn’t help it. I no longer had the ability to try and stand up on two legs as my hind legs couldn’t move that way anymore. But it was much more comfortable to be off my knees.

After a few more weeks (at least it seemed that long), I started to trot and run a bit like a dog. It was becoming a lot easier to move around on all fours, and whenever I got thirsty, I would just lap up water from my water bowl and whenever I had to piss or shit, I’d go through the doggy door that John installed for me.

One day, as I heard John driving up to the house, I started to get excited. I couldn’t help myself. I felt so good that he was home and he wasn’t keeping me locked up in the basement anymore. I went to the front door and sat on my haunches. As the door opened, for the first time, I made a sound somewhat like a dog. John looked down and smiled and said, “Are you happy to see me home Spike”?

I managed to bark again and John immediately knelt down and started to pet me and saying, “Good dog! I’m so proud of you Spike!”

It felt so good to know that John, my Master, was happy. If I had a tail, I would have been wagging it.

I followed John into the kitchen and he said to me, “I have some very good news for you Spike. You’re completely healed now, so we can finally do the final phase of your transformation. I have a special suit made for you that I am now going to put you in. Once it goes on, I am not planning to take you out of it. It’s a very special material, very similar to rubber, and you’ll be a very handsome black dog. Do you want that Spike? Are you ready to be the beautiful black dog that I have always wanted?”

I looked up at my Master and barked. I was happy. I didn’t know why I was happy, but I felt happy. I was finally going to become the dog that I was supposed to be. Master told me to follow him, which I gladly did. We went to his bedroom and he opened his closet. He then pulled out a box and put it on the bed. He said to me, “Once your legs and paws were operated on, I was able to get the proper measurements for your suit. I think you’re really going to like it Spike. I know that I will.”

Master pulled out a shiny black suit with a dog head on it. I could also see a tail. The realization that I was going to have a tail made my dick hard for some reason. Then, Master said, “Here, come with me into the bathroom. I need to give you a both before I suit you up.”

I followed him into the bathroom and walked into the shower. Master sprayed me down with warm water, then applied a smelly shampoo to my entire body. It started to sting after a few minutes and I whined, but Master said, “It’s okay Spike, it’s a special antiseptic that I have to use before I suit you up. It’s also killing whatever hair follicles remain on your body.”

I whined a little more, then Master finally sprayed me down. He then took a clean towel and dried me off. It felt good, and my cock got hard again. Master told me to wait in the shower, which I did and he returned with the suit. He carefully opened the suit along the chest and then started to feed my hind legs into it. It felt very slick and erotic. Once my hind legs were in, he got my cock hard and slid a red sheath into my hard member. The sheath felt really good. Master said, “Yeah, you’re going to have a red cock like any other dog Spike.” I barked and Master petted my head. Next, Master started to insert something into my ass. I whined but it was lubed nicely. Master said, “This is part of your tail Spike. The dildo is hollow and will allow you to shit and allow me fuck you nicely.”

Once the dildo and attached tail were in my ass, Master proceeded to pull the suit over my back and chest. He then started to insert my paws into the paws of the suit. I saw the detail of the paws and saw that I would have claws. I looked up at Master and licked his face while he pulled the suit on me more. He said, “Not yet my pet, I have to finish getting your suit on. I told you that you were going to love it.”

He was right. I felt very good in the suit. Next, I felt him pulling up some kind of a zipper up my chest, sealing me into the suit. Then, he brought in the head. He let me look at it first and I saw the pointed ears and beautiful snout. “You’re going to be really beautiful Spike,” Master said and I barked. With that, Master carefully pulled the dog-suit head over my own head. He then sealed its back and sealed it to the suit. He then applied a strip of material that adhered to my chest, making the zipper disappear beneath it. I stood up and started to walk around. I instantly felt the dildo in my ass as my tail bounded back and forth, making my red cock harden from within an external black sheath. Master told me to walk in front of a full length mirror, which I did. I couldn’t believe how good l looked. I was an amazingly handsome shiny black dog. This was the form that I would have forever. This was me. I looked up at Master and barked. Master knelt down and asked, “Are you ready to mate with me Spike?”

I licked Master and stood up. Master then knelt behind me and I felt his cock start to enter my ass. Master pumped me over and over until he cried out as his cum filled my doggy hole. Master then said to me, “Okay Spike, it’s your turn.”

I looked up at him puzzled, but Master got down on all fours and put his ass in front of my face. I sniffed his butt and knew what he wanted. I mounted Master and he guided my cock into his ass. I pumped Master and suddenly shot my load into him. I suddenly felt more connected to Master than I ever had. I dismounted Master and he got up. He looked at me and asked, “Are you happy with me Spike?”

I barked and nodded my head. As odd as it felt, I was happy. I would be dead if Master hadn’t brought me here and made me his dog.

I don’t really know how long I have been a dog now, though it doesn’t matter. Master sometimes has guests over and they like to pet me. I sniff them and even enjoy playing fetch with a red rubber ball. It’s hard to remember my former Wall Street life in my Armani & DKNY suits and driving my Mercedes. After all, I’m just a big black dog now and that’s what I will be for the rest of my life.

Fin