Reduced to a Puppy

(Just a quick one shot with a bit of my own flare and likes, because we need some new stories around here.)

It started when I was pulled over for running a stop sign. The damn thing was hidden by a tree branch. I swear, if not for that, none of this would have happened. I'd have a normal life to live, a job, a girl friend, dreams and ambitions. I'd still be me...

I couldn't believe it when the cop said I had warrants out for my arrest. That didn't make any sense. I'd never done anything worthy of a warrant being put out on me. But I was under arrest. What could I do as he cuffed my hands behind my back and put me in the back seat of his car. All I could do was wait until we got to the jail and then I'd call my lawyer.

But we didn't go to the jail...

I knew right when we pulled up to what looked like an old ware house on the outskirts of town that something was very wrong. I was scared to death. When the people in white coats came at me and I saw a syringe headed for my arm I panicked. I fought. It didn't do any good. Whatever was in that syringe knocked me out cold.

I have vague memories about what happened after that. I don't know how long I slept, but I remember coming too now and then. I remember hearing strange tapes playing. I remember seeing those doctors or whatever they were through blurry eyes, writing on charts and checking my pulse before I'd black out again.

When I woke it all came flooding back to me and again I panicked. I tried to sit straight up on the hospital bed but for some reason my body wouldn't work right. I flailed around for a bit then finally figured out I could turn over and sit up on my knees, my arms out in front of me. I saw the doctors watching me and I tried to yell and curse but that's not what came out of my mouth.

Instead, to my surprise and horror, I barked.

My instinct was to put my hands to my mouth in shock but they never made it there. The movement just seemed unnatural for some reason, like something I knew how to do but just couldn't quite manage. I tried to speak again and again all that came out was a dog's bark. Then, after more desperate tries to speak that came out nothing but high pitched, yippy barks the fear overtook me and what I heard coming out of myself was the sound of a dog whining.

That's when my fate was explained to me. I'd been taken because, I was told, I looked like I'd fetch a high price. They said I was young and good looking and their "buyers" would be very interested in me. I was told I was a dog now and I was about to be some rich pervert's pet.

A dog...I was a dog...A pet...A pet for some man to do who knows what with...

It was explained that my mind had been altered by the drugs and the hypnotic tapes I could dimly remember. That more alterations were possible. That I would act like a dog but for now remember who I was and have some control over myself until my new owner decided what he wanted done. Oh and the most degrading part? Since I was just a "puppy", I was informed that I wasn't "housebroken" anymore. That was when I looked down and realized I was wearing a thick, crinkling, disposable diaper, and I could tell I had already pissed in it. Disgusted, I tried to take it off, but as before the movements just seemed beyond me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. What I did though was throw my head back and let out a long, pitiful howl. When I realized what I was doing, I couldn't help but howl again. And then again. All while my captors laughed.

One of them came toward me with a collar. I tried to struggle.

"No! Bad puppy!" He snapped.

Before I knew it, he'd grabbed me and pulled the back of my diaper down, delivering several hard smacks with his hand. From my mouth came several high pitched yelps. The spanking hurt, but somehow it had flipped a switch deeper inside of me. One that told me I had been a "bad puppy" and deserved my spanking. When he pulled the diaper up, I didn't resist when he put the collar on me and hooked a leash to it.

I was taken off the table and placed on the floor. The man who had collared me tugged at my leash, ordering me to come. I followed him, crawling on all fours with my diaper rustling, unable to bring myself to stand and walk like a man. I was lead to a large cage and again I tried to resist, but this time I was pushed inside. The door was locked behind me. My captors walked away, leaving me in my cage.

I sat down on my haunches like a dog, the diaper on my butt crinkling when I sat down. This couldn't be happening...This had to be a nightmare...How as any of this possible?...

And all I could do was whine, how, and piddle myself like the puppy I'd been reduced to.