justforfun

I fell asleep in the car while my wife was driving. My bladder capacity has not diminished, as far as I can tell...

Hmmm... good question re/ Pet lifetimes. As I said before, in my mind the changes to a Pet are the minimum needed to justify in the Keeperverse the use of the diapers, restraints, how they are treated, etc. Changing the lifetime of the Pet vs a 'normal' human doesn't seem necessary, so... I would expect that they have the same life span. Yeah, that introduces questions about geriatric pets, etc., but I'll leave that to someone else to explore if they wish! ******* Chapter 9: A Walk Outside A while later I found myself at the breakfast table. Well, not at the breakfast table, really, but under it, on my leash, which was clipped around the leg of the heavy table. Karen and Jenn had showered, and Jenn had taken off my muzzle and washed it. I had also gotten a wash cloth rubbed over my face and body, and I felt much more human… well… I guess that wasn’t the right phrase anymore. I certainly felt much better, though. Jenn had also taken the changing pad, and put me in one of the ‘Ultra Comfort’ diapers, which I found was much thinner and less noticeable between my legs. I really was more comfortable without the bulk, although it sounded much more crinkly to me. My Keeper and Karen had agreed that I didn’t need the muzzle for now, since I needed to eat anyway, and so for the first time in a while the red bars around my face were gone and I could lower my face into the silver bowl of food and eat. As long as I pretended it was just cereal, the taste wasn’t really all that bad. I thought for a second about asking to join them at the table, but I knew how that would go. I decided to accept it, as Angie had insisted that JoJo did, since I had even helped try to convince JoJo that her eating on the floor was the appropriate thing. Karma, I guess. The family talked above me, and I could hear most of the plans that were being adjusted on my account, the things that needed to get done on this Sunday, and general chatter of parents that were surprised, but happy, to have both their daughters, and an unexpected Pet, living with them for a while. I sat beside my Keeper's chair, her hand on my head, petting me. It wasn't so bad. After a leisurely breakfast, the human legs around me got up, and the table was cleared. Well, at least I was excused from cleaning the table and dishes, so I had that going for me. I lay there, my food bowl empty, content to enjoy the morning. Not like i had a choice anyway. ** It had been decided that Jenn and Karen would take me to the park and work on my training, while Joe set up the Pet run and did some other Pet-related preparations around the house. Jenn checked my diaper and declared it ‘barely wet’, while Karen put some things in a bag. I couldn’t see everything that went in, but she at least grabbed a few diapers and a package of wipes. I followed the guidance of my leash back out to the garage, where Jenn opened the rear hatch. The plastic on my diaper crinkled as I shuffled along, still getting used to the idea of having to walk on all fours for any distance. My crate was waiting, the absorbent mat that I had leaked on during the long flight and trip still in there. Jenn pulled it out and threw it away. “We’ll have to clean this better later, but it’s a short ride.” She boosted me up into the back of the SUV, and I climbed into the crate without comment. I hoped to prove my trustworthiness today, so that perhaps I could not have to wear all the restraints all the time. Jenn tossed my leash in without out unclipping it. The cage door closed, the SUV tailgate closed, and Karen and my Keeper climbed into the front. I have no idea who was driving, of course. It was indeed a short ride, and soon the back of the SUV opened. I had to wait until the crate door was opened and I could climb back out that I could see we were at a large park. Jenn helped me climb out of the SUV, and I looked around. There were a number of baseball fields on one side, and soccer fields on the other, with little kids running after a variety of balls in slightly organized chaos. Directly in front, what looked like a series of large fenced in grassy pens had bunch of dogs and Pets running around, playing with balls and frisbees, and generally having a good time. Many of the owners and Keepers were gathered on the sides, chatting, as their dogs and Pets ran around. Karen pulled out the red muzzle and handed it to Jenn. “He should be wearing this, especially around others.” I immediately protested. “Oh come on, I don’t need a muzzle. Please don’t put that on me.” “Do you want the gag too?” Jenn's response shut me up, and I allowed the cage of the muzzle to be held to my lower face as straps of the muzzle were tightened around my head and locked. “It’s not fair. The dogs over there don’t have to wear a muzzle.” It was Karen who replied, the annoyance clear in her voice. “They don't have to wear a diaper, either." Ouch. "You know damn well that the dogs over there are more trustable than you are, and probably better trained than you are, and even after you’re well trained you’ll still do dumb things if you’re allowed to. Now, let’s stop with the protesting and start with the training, so that maybe one day you don’t need the muzzle. Right?" I was cowed. I mean, she was right of course. I felt exposed and embarrassed, out in the open around the public for really the first time. I was naked, wearing only the red muzzle and leather restraints on my arms and legs and the crinkling white plastic diaper between my legs, the yellow stripe of which was turning blue telling everyone who could see me that I couldn't control myself. I tried to hide behind my Keeper. Karen noticed, of course. "He's skittish because he's afraid what the people here will think of him. Right JayJay?" I nodded. "Well, he needs to stop thinking of himself as a human. He's a Pet, and people won't think anything is out of the ordinary. Let's go." I felt my Keeper pull me to be beside here, and then on a very short leash I was guided towards the gate of one of the less crowded pens. Jenn opened one gate and we entered a small area. She closed and latched the outer gate before opening the inner gate. The double-gated entry ensured that none of the animals on the inside could escape as we entered. The thought that I was now one of the animals that this was designed to keep contained gave me the shivers as the clang of the inside gate announced our arrival. Soon we were inside, and I was lead over across the grass to an empty shady area. Jenn clipped my leash to one of the many rings mounted conveniently on the fence posts around the pen, and they proceeded to spread out a blanket. I waited, watching the animals playing. Some were dogs, wearing only a collar, while some were Pets, with a diaper and a collar and a variety of levels of restraints. Most of the Pets wore mitts or paws. Only a few wore muzzles or were on all fours. I lowered my head in shame. I couldn't be trusted. Karen looked at Jenn. “OK, let’s remember the Four C's: Concise, Clear, Calm, and Consistent. Let's start by getting him to sit.” My Keeper looked at me. “Sit.” I mean, I know what I was supposed to do… being told to sit didn’t take even a dog brain… but I knew what Karen was getting at, and knew that having Jenn be a good Keeper was in my best interest. So I looked at her and said with a smile, “No.” Karen grinned. We had been to the same classes after all, and we both remembered when one of the Pets doing a demonstration had done exactly this. Angie had been clear that the fault was with the Keeper, not the Pet. “Your voice must have authority. You must command him, not ask him, and not leave room for doubt. His disobedience is not his fault, and in this case I know he’s making a point. Try again. Command him.” Jenn smiled and looked directly at me. “Sit.” This time there was something in the tone of her voice that hit something under my consciousness and I immediately responded to my Keeper's command. I sat, my bottom on the ground, arms straight looking at her with a smile through the muzzle. "Lay down." She learned fast. I was down on my stomach, arms bent and under me, legs splayed, before I had a conscious though about it. I felt a tingling... her control over me had touched something that gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. I felt a tightening as I filled out the chastity cage. It was definitely a turn on. My Keeper shivered a little, and Karen noticed. "Did you feel something?" "Uh... when he responded like that... it was rather... exciting to have that control." "Yeah, that's an important part of the Pet and Keeper bond... and why he's in a chastity cage, which by the way he's moving is probably causing him some discomfort right now?" She looked at me, eye raised. I nodded. "So good. That why he listens to you, and why you'll want to take care of you. There's something deep inside that makes this work, and physically you both respond when it does." She paused. "OK, those are the easy commands," Karen said. "Since he's been to class, let's ask him what commands he should expect his trainer to know. JayJay?" looked at Karen. "Ummm.... Sit, stay, lie down, heel... ummm... " Karen looked at me. She knew I knew, of course. "Stop, kennel up, diaper time, on fours..." Karen smiled. "Good start. I'd add, "Quiet" to the list. After this morning, you might both want to learn that one." She had a Cheshire-cat sized grin on her face. "The first exercise is for both of you. Jenn, I want to tell him to 'Sit, 'On Fours', and 'Lie Down', in random order. Start slow. You can leave his leash hooked; he doesn't need to go anyplace. JayJay, if you remember, part of this exercise was for you to figure out how to easily move between the positions, and to do so without thinking, right?" I nodded. Jenn looked at me, and I heard my Keeper say, "Sit". I rolled around a little, until I was able to get my arms under me and get into a sitting position. "Lay down." Back down I went. "Sit." Her voice wasn't right. "No." Karen laughed. "Sit." That was her Keeper voice. I sat. "On Fours." I went to all fours. "Lay down." Tone isn't right. "No." "Lay down." I was down. This happened for must what have been 20 minutes... up, down, sit, it went on and on. About halfway through I ran out of opportunities to say “No”, as every command she gave was the right tone, and I responded without thinking. Also, I was learning how to move more smoothly, as I knew I was supposed to, with practice. I was sweating with the effort as I tried to react as I knew I should to make my Keeper proud. Finally, Karen called time. Both Jenn and I sighed in relief, both clearly excited by the control she had shown over me. Karen brought a water bottle over and gave me a long drink through the muzzle. Jenn got a bottle of her own, sitting on the blanket for a few minutes and resting while we watched the other animals play, my leash clipped to the pole. At one point, a frisbee being tossed for a dog drifted over towards me, almost hitting Jenn in the head, and I got another reminder of why I was in restraints and on a leash. My response to seeing my Keeper almost being hit raised a reaction in me so fast that I didn't even realize that I was trying to go after the young woman who had thrown it over the head of her dog until I reached the end of my leash and was jerked backwards. I wasn't until my Keeper had calmed me down and gotten me re-focused that I realized that like a dog chasing a car, I had no idea what I was going to do if I caught the woman. I was just reacting. I hoped that my Keeper could help tame these behaviors that I knew I had, but I saw all too clearly why society had decided that treating those on my end of the Bond as un-trustable animals to be leashed and restrained was not an unreasonable compromise. I could never live on my own again, and I knew it. The warm, squishy mass between my legs showed it. I was a Pet, dependent on my Keeper. Karen's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "OK, break's over. Let's move to the next step. Heel. This is important when you're walking him. The goal of this exercise here is to get him accustomed to how you walk and move, so that he can stay beside you without being a problem, and you both know where he should be, and will be, at any point in time. OK? While it’s his job to stay beside you, it’s your job to give him the subtle hints to let him know what you intend." Jenn nodded. "OK, take his leash. Stand next to him, with him on your left side, and tell him in your Keeper's voice to heel. Since you’re right handed, you will usually want him on on your left side, and the leash in your left hand, so that you can use your right hand for other things." Jenn got up and unclipped my leash from the pole. She stood beside me, holding my leash only a few inches from my collar. "Heel". It was a good command and I responded quickly, moving to her side, ready to walk. "Now smoothly start walking forward. Go a few steps, and stop. Wait, and then start again. Over to the fence." Suddenly my collar was jerked forward, and I stumbled forward, trying to get my hands and legs under me and moving, when just as suddenly I was jerked back again. "Ouch!" I said. "Jenn, be gentle! He's not used to this yet, OK? Start slowly and stop slowly, so that he learns your signals and can work with you. You're working together on this. This really is a ’together’ thing, OK?" Jenn looked down at me, and I could see the concern on her face. "Sorry. Can we try it again?" I nodded. "Heel." This time I felt a gentle nudge on my collar and I started walking forward. I more felt in sync with my keeper. I felt a gentle pull back on my collar, and I stopped. Jenn looked at Karen for guidance. "Much better. Let's keep going, all the way to the fence. Start smoothly, walk for a few paces, and stop." I felt the gently pull on my collar, and started walking. A few steps later, a gently pull back, and I stopped. Start, stop, start, stop. Soon we were walking in sync... well, mostly, I stumbled here and there as she sometimes caught me off guard, and my still-awkward gate on all fours wasn’t helping. Soon we reached the fence. Jenn looked to Karen. "Um, how do I turn?" "Guide him with the leash. He's on your left, so if you want to turn to the left you give gentle guidance back, and to the left, with the leash. If you want to go to the right, pull him ahead, and to the right. Gently. Smoothly." I felt the collar pull me forward, and I was guided to the right, and I walked around my Keeper while she pivoted in place. With my legs bound, I felt awkward trying to both move and turn, but my Keeper kept a gentle and patient pressure on my leash. When we were facing back towards our blanked, the pull straightened out, and we started back the way we had come. Stop. Start. Turn to the left. Stop. Start. Turn to the right. A ball went by, and just as I thought about running after it to throw it back to the person who had thrown it, I felt my Keeper's grasp on my leash tighten. I kept focus. Damn, was I really that easy to distract? I mean the frisbee had almost hit Jenn, so I could see my reacting to that, but I couldn't believe that I was being distracted just by a ball. What was I, a cat? Would I dance to a freaking laser pointer? How could I please my Keeper if every flashy or moving bright color was a distraction? Could I keep focus at all? Was I destined to be just the dog from the movie that kept saying, "Squirrel!", or could I get beyond that? The more insistent tug on my leash answered the question as I realized I had stopped moving. I was being distracted by my own distraction. I moved up to where my Keeper was waiting, where she held my leash a little shorter. Despite that and a few other exceptions, I wasn't really doing that badly keeping focus and moving with her but we definitely needed some practice to keep it smooth, especially in the turns. Finally we made it back to the blanket. Jenn clipped my leash to the pole, and we had more water. "His diaper is pretty wet, Jenn. You might want to change it. Not a big risk if there's a leak out here, but you'll need to get in the habit of checking his diaper and changing it when needed." "He won't tell me?" "It depends. At first, JoJo told Angie immediately when her diaper was even a little wet, so Angie started ignoring her and just checking her when she felt like it. Eventually JoJo stopped asking. Other Pets are more reasonable, I hear." She looked pointed at me. I took the hint. "Could you please change me, Jenn?" Karen pulled a changing mat out of the bag, as well as a diaper and wipes. "The command you should always use is, 'Diaper time', and point at where you want him to go." My Keeper pointed at the mat that was spread out. "Diaper time." I immediately went to the mat and rolled over onto my back, my wet diaper presented for servicing. I looked around. "It's so... public here. Do we have to do this here?" Jenn's response was immediate and firm. "Yes, my Pet, we will change your diaper right here. You're a Pet, and Pets can have their diapers changed anywhere. Right, Karen?" The command tone of her voice quelled any rebellion that may have been growing in my mind. Karen just smiled. "Lift up." My Keeper slipped the dry diaper under me, and quickly popped the tapes. I heard Karen's phone ring, and it distracted me as Jenn removed the wet diaper, gave me a quick wipe, and taped up the dry diaper. I heard Karen on the phone. "Really, right now?” Pause. "We can be there in about 20 minutes, ok?" Karen looked at Jenn, a smile on her face. "OK, Mom, see you there." Karen hung up the phone. "We have a little errand we need to run. Let's go. You get him to the car and I'll grab this." Jenn looked at her quizzically, but Karen just smiled. Jenn unhooked my leash from the ring, and with a "Heel" command started walking while Karen packed up the changing pad, used diaper, blanket, and the rest of our stuff. I practiced walking on the tight leash next to my Keeper as we crossed the grass, exiting the double gate of the pen. The rear gate of the SUV opened with a push of the remote button in Jenn's hand, and she helped me up into the crate in the back, locking the crate door. Karen was just walking up and placed the bags she was carrying next to me in the back of the SUV. Soon we were on our way, and I had no clue where.

Just a reminder that it's not just wearing diapers for bed. It's also wearing diapers on a plane. Or in a car on a long trip. Or when you sit down on a Sunday morning on the couch to watch a game. Or when you go to that RomCom to make your wife happy, but you might fall asleep in the middle. Or you're at your buddies house and have a beer or three and decide you shouldn't drive home, and he offers to let you crash on his couch. I wanted and accepted a life of wearing diapers to bed. I would have been just fine with that. I am not as happy about wearing diapers on planes and hoping that the thinner diaper I chose for public discretion doesn't leak, or having my wife insist on me wearing protection any time I'm watching TV on the couch because I wet all over it twice, or having to wear a diaper on a long car trip where we're splitting the driving because my wife's car's leather seats have a stain from me, or having to have discussions with the medical staff before a surgery. I find I have to wear a diaper much more often than just when I go to bed at night, and that wasn't something I thought of when I started my bedwetting journey. As long as you think about that... best of luck.

I trained myself to start sleep wetting about 15 years ago. Over time, life changed... got married, had kids, etc. It's a problem because I will wet any time I doze off... not only in bed at night, but also if I fall asleep on the couch, or in a car, or on a plane... I have to be very careful about where I allow myself to drowse off because there is a good probability that I will wet, and if I'm not wearing a diaper things get embarrassing quickly. About five years ago I starting making an effort to re-gain control. It hasn't worked. I've tried all the 'normal' things... restricting liquids, alarms, medications, etc., but nothing has been effective. Not saying that others couldn't regain control, of course, but at least in my case it hasn't been possible.

Bump... would love to see additional chapters on this story!

Double chapter dump. They're short. Chapter 7: Takeoff The van eventually got to the airport, and the luggage was removed. For a second I thought they had forgotten me, until I heard Joe behind me. “OK, got the cart. Let’s the the crate on it first.” The crate slid back, and I was placed on a luggage cart sideways. The rest of the luggage joined me on the cart, and I was wheeled into the terminal, facing sideways on the cart. I could see the usual hustle and bustle of people checking in for their flights, but the perspective of looking at it through a wire mesh was different. I noticed a few other Pets… I mean, I knew that people flew with Pets, but hadn’t taken much notice of it before. I saw one other Pet in a crate like mine, and two others, one male and one female, on leashes that were clipped to convenient rings on the check-in counter. I hadn’t really noticed all the Pet-specific things before, but now it all seemed to stand out. Soon the other Pets were out of my view, and all I could see was the orange front of a check-in counter. I wish they would turn the crate so I could see forward, but muzzled as I was I couldn’t even ask. I heard an unfamiliar woman's voice. “Hi, welcome to NorthEast. Checking bags?” I heard Joe’s voice. “Yes, four bags and one Pet.” “Ok, no problem. Do you need to print tickets, or do you already have them?” “Need to print them. We didn’t get the Pet checked in online, because he was just Bound today, so we were told to come early to take care of it.” “Today? Wow, congratulations. Who’s the lucky new Keeper?” Jenn must have raised her hand or something. “Well, to celebrate, let me see what I can do.” There was a long pause. "I do have some seats in first class that happen to be available… would you like them?” “Yes, please!” I heard four voices in unison. I shifted around, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on, but the view out the end of the crate was limited to the check-in counter. Grumbling, I reflected on how their fortune in being upgraded to first class was balanced by my downgrade to Pet class. I hoped they enjoyed it, but I sure wasn't. “Done. OK, place the luggage here on the scales and I’ll get them tagged, and then we’ll get your new Pet checked in.” There was fumbling, and the bags around me were removed. “Ok, what’s the Pet’s name? He's registered now, right? Is he chipped?” “JayJay, and yes he’s registered and chipped. Here are his papers.” “If he's chipped I don’t need the papers. I’ll just read the chip. Saves a lot of typing.” Another pause, and then a ‘beeeeep’ from just outside my crate. “Yup, all good. The difficult part can be when the registration hasn’t been completed yet, or hasn’t made it into the government system that we check against. Then, the paperwork mounts up. But in this case, it’s easy. One last thing… let’s check Pet safety.” I saw the agent’s face through the mesh for the first time. I realized I was laying on what were obviously my Keeper’s used panties and bra, which for some reason caused me to blush more than the fact that I was wearing a diaper in a cage. “Hi there JayJay! OK, I see he’s muzzled, good. And he has food and water that won’t spill and that he can access through the muzzle, check. Diaper, check. OK, let’s get the bag tags on him…” The face disappeared, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of the bag tracking stickers being stuck to the outside. I was checked luggage. My Keeper’s head appeared in front of me, looking into my crate. She stuck a finger through the mesh, and I moved forward to touch it with my cheek. She gave me a little scratch. The contact felt great. “You’re a Good Boy. I’m so happy you’re my Pet. Don’t worry, I’ll be there to get you at the end of the flight, and then we have a whole life together. You’re a Good Boy." I drank in the approval like a... well, like a Pet basking in his Keeper's praising voice. There was nothing else like it I had even imagined, never mind experienced. The most addictive drug couldn't possibly compare to my Keeper talking like that. Her head was replaced my Karen’s head. “Hi Jef…JayJay. Don’t forget about the video player. There’s a special message in there from Jenn. Have a good flight. We’ll have a drink in your honor.” Then, the crate began to move, and then I was behind the check-in counter, and then on the conveyer belt. Several up, down, and arounds later, I arrived in an area with piles of bags. I heard another beep, and then I was moved over onto a luggage trailer with a bunch of other bags. I was facing out, and watched the hustle and bustle of the luggage transfer area. Workers scan, stacked, and moved bags. There were a few Pet crates that I saw, but mostly piles and piles of bags. Sometime later, the trailer began to move, and we wound through the airport, arriving at a plane. My crate was lifted off the trailer and moved up the luggage belt, and into the luggage compartment. I was mildly interested to see the inside of the luggage part of the plane, but had really not expected to see it as luggage. I heard someone say, “Two Pets, two dogs in the climate controlled section.” My crate slid back, and was fixed in place. I heard a dog whimpering somewhere beside me, but couldn’t see anything. The lighting went low. The dog started to howl. Oh man. Why did they require that _I_ wore a muzzle, but the damn _dog_ didn’t need to wear a muzzle? I decided to see what was on the video player. It was positioned at the front side of the cage, and I found that if I lay on my side, I could see it easily. There were three big buttons… the symbols were clearly power, channel, and volume. I pressed the power button, and ‘PetTV’ flashed on the screen. Great. A guide came up, and instructions showed me how to select what I wanted to watch using the channel button… one click for next, two quick clicks for previous, and hold to go back to the guide. Not bad. Then I saw what the options were. The first few options were labeled ‘Educational’. There were options like ‘So you’re a Pet, what now?’ ‘Adapting to Your New Pet Life’, ‘Keeping your Keeper Happy’, ‘Gaining Control of Your Instincts, an Introduction’, and ‘Public Behavior Expectations for Pets: How to be a Good Boy or Girl’. I scrolled on, hoping to find something more entertaining. TV Shows. “It’s a Pet Life.” “Stranger Pets.” “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous Pets.” I scrolled on. Movies. “When Harry Met His Pet.” “Clifford the Red Headed Pet.” “The Princess Pet.” Well, at least the theme was clear. The last section was titled, “From Your Keeper”. What was this? This must be what Karen had meant. I played the first video, just titled, “1”. I saw the face of my Keeper. She was smiling. “I hope you’re having a good flight.” Her voice! Even though I knew it was recorded, it still made me feel warm and happy, and I nuzzled the panties to get her scent as well. “I’m recording this while you’re sleeping in the cage with JoJo. Angie is so kind, and is helping me make this message for you. If you miss me during the flight, you can watch this and maybe you’ll feel a little better. I’m going to record several videos here, and each of these is supposed to help you with your adjustment. A Good Boy would watch these on the flight. You’re a Good Boy, right? You want to be a Good Boy? Watch these a few times.” My Keeper made a video for me? Oh hell yes I wanted to watch them! Anything to see her and fear her voice. I felt warm and fuzzy as the next video started. I nuzzled into her clothes again, inhaling her scent. In this video, she started again telling me what a Good Boy I was, and how if I wanted to make her happy I should listen carefully. Most of her words seemed to pass right by me, but I enjoyed the sound of her voice, and I felt relaxed. In my conscious mind, I knew that this was all part of the imprinting and training a new Pet went through, and I felt a tinge of sadness as I remembered the life I was leaving behind, but the warm sound of my Keeper’s voice and her scent was enough to keep me relaxed. I thought of how she was close… perhaps just above me in the plane, and ignored the motion as the plane started to push back from the gate. As the plane took off, the second video started, and again my Keeper told me that I was a Good Boy, and that if I listened to this video maybe I’d feel a little bit better about being a Pet. And, while I listened to her voice and watched her beautiful face on the video screen, I definitely did. ** There was a sudden bump, and I jumped from my deep sleep, trying to get out of my bed. I discovered I couldn’t move, and it was still dark. Why couldn’t I move? I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Where was Karen? Wait, why was I in a cage? My panic rose until… Oh. I was in a cage. The memories of the previous day came rushing back, giving reason to the dark, restrictive space I was in, and the sounds around me. I tried to relax as the plane slowed and taxied to the San Francisco airport arrival gate. The dog next to me picked up his barking and howling again, and I thought for the second time about the unfairness of the rules that let him make as much noise as he wanted, while my muzzle kept me silent. Thinking of the muzzle made me realize I was very thirsty, I found the nipple for the water and figured out how to plug it to the front of the muzzle. Sucking delivered some water, and I drank until I felt much better. Curious, I moved to the second nipple, and plugged that in. A suck this time delivered… something… that tasted vaguely like chocolate pudding. I had some more, not having eaten since I had been fed lunch. It didn’t taste that bad, really. Some more water to wash it down and then… wait. And wait. The cargo door opened and the luggage, including me in my crate, was unloaded. I waited. I was taken to the luggage handling area. And waited. Finally I was placed on a conveyor belt, and found myself at the ‘Oversize Luggage and Pets’ counter. I got up on all four… paws, I guess… and waited eagerly for my Keeper. Then, the moment I had been waiting for. My Keeper! I saw her approach the counter, but I couldn’t see what happened. Soon, my crate was lifted, and began to move. I was filled with disappointment… my Keeper hadn’t even said “Hi” to me. And then her head appeared in front of me. “How are you doing, my Pet?” The sight of her filled me with joy, and my huge smile must have been visible even around the muzzle. “Were you a Good Boy? Did you watch the videos?” I nodded vigorously. I was a Good Boy. I would always be a Good Boy for my Keeper. “Good Boy. It’s about an hour drive home, OK? Wow, you definitely need a diaper change. We’ll take care of that when we get there.” I realized that my diaper was very, very swollen, bulging white between my legs. It had leaked as well, and there was a wet spot on the pad under me. Oh well. Not like there was anything I could do about it. My crate continued moving, up to and onto the Sky Train. I saw two Pets being let out of their crates, stretching their legs and bodies after their flights. One female Pet was having her diaper changed on the floor, off to the side. A few other Pets were walking beside their Keepers on leashes, some on two legs, some on four. I wished that my Keeper would let me out, but I knew that there was no way I’d be trusted to behave like that. It was better for me to be in the cage for now. That way I didn’t have to worry about hurting anyone, or doing anything stupid. I was loaded into the back of the Buxton's SUV with the rest of the luggage, and we set off. Lacking anything better to do, I turned on one of the videos my Keeper had made for me and fell asleep again to the sound of her voice, my nose buried in her comforting scent. ** I woke sometime later. A car door had closed. The car was not running. Soon the rear hatch opened, and luggage was pulled out. My crate was swung around so I could see out, and the first person I saw was my Keeper. I was bleary eyed, but the sight of her was reassuring. I heard her reassuring voice that everything was OK, and that I was home. She unlocked and opened the hatch in front, and reached in to clip my leash to my collar. She clipped the leash to something on the outside of the crate, keeping my face pressed up against the front, and then the crate was rotated again, so that the door was facing the back of the SUV. I heard it click open, and the tired voice of my Keeper reassured me and kept me calm as my ankles were clipped to my thighs. The leash was released from the front, and I was guided back, out of the crate, into the SUV. Joe was there, and lifted me down to the ground. Too tired to think, I just followed the pull of the leash into the house, and into a room near the entrance. A Pet cage was set up. I wasn’t going to argue, and started to enter the cage when my leash jerked back. I saw a cushioned changing pad on the tile floor which my Keeper was guiding me to. Realizing I’d be much more comfortable if the diaper I’d been wearing since Boston were removed, I went over and lay down. I cooperated as much as possible as she removed my sodden and leaky diaper and cleaned me up. I managed to not pee on her this time. I smelled the scent of… baby powder?… before the comforting bulk of a dry diaper was pulled up between my legs. Did I just think of a diaper as comforting? Whatever. I just wanted to go to back to sleep, and as soon as I was allowed I rolled over and entered the cage. I heard “Kennel Up”, but I was already halfway in. The door closed. My Keeper reached through a hatch to remove my leash. I lay down and quickly was back asleep again. Chapter 8: Awakening I woke early in the morning, my body still being on East coast time. I reached to put an arm over Karen as I did every morning, but only the feel of the leather restraints and the cold metal mesh side of the cage greeted me. It took me a second to figure out why I was in a cage, but at least this time I didn’t panic. The house was quiet and dark, and I rolled over onto my paws to look around. The cage I was in was very similar to JoJo’s cage, with narrowly spaced shiny metal bars all around. Maybe I could get a finger through the space between the bars… well, I could if my hand weren’t in the paws. I saw a few places where hatches could be opened at the top, and a little door in the door. The cage was pretty large, and I could turn around comfortably in it. If I sat back on my feet, my wet diaper and front paws on the floor of the cage, my head was just barely kept down by the mesh top of the cage. On the front door, I could see a padlock… I wonder why that was necessary? It’s not like I could get out… based on the design of JoJo’s cage, I knew that there was no way I was going to be able to manipulate the door latch from the inside. Looking out into the dim lighting of the room, lit by a nightlight by the door, I realized I was in what was probably a combination storage room and laundry. The door was open a little, but I couldn’t see out of the room. Stacks of dry goods from a warehouse store were piled against the far wall. Next to me was what I assumed was a washer or dryer… I couldn’t tell which from inside my cage. Through the mesh top of the cage I could see the changing mat that had been used last night, as well as two cases of diapers… one that I could barely read “Extended Wear” on the package, and one that read “Ultra Comfort for your Pet”. There were also a few bags that I couldn't tell what they held. My muzzle was still on, and I realized I was thirsty. I looked around the cage to see if there was a water bottle that I could use, but I didn’t see anything. And that was the end of what I could do. I lay back down, finding a comfortable position on the soft foam rubber bottom of the cage, and thought about my Keeper. I wanted to make her happy. As I thought happy thoughts about my Keeper, I felt warm and cozy, and drifted back to sleep, my diaper growing warmer. ** I awoke later to the creak of the room door being opened wider. I jumped up immediately when I realized it was my Keeper! “Hi, Pet. Have a good sleep?” She came in, and knelt down next to my cage. She opened the hatch in the front, and reached in to touch my face, and then scratch my head. I was so excited to see her, and I pressed my head forward into her touch, reveling in her scent. I felt my diaper getting warm, which I knew from classes was a normal Pet reaction to strong emotions. “If I take your gag out we need to stay quiet, OK? Everyone else is still sleeping I think. I missed you, though.” I nodded, and kept my head still as she pulled out the gag, but leaving my muzzle on. My first words were, “It’s good to see you, but I’m really thirsty.” She looked surprised, then looking at the cage realized I had no water. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced on it last night. You had water in the crate, and I didn’t realize that Randy hadn’t added the water bottle to the cage. I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back.” Standing up, she took something off the top of the crate, and left the room. I heard water running, and then she returned with the water bottle. She slid it into a mount on the front of the cage beside the door, and a nipple protruded through to where I could reach it. I immediate drank half the bottle, as I felt her hand stroking the side of my head. “Dad asked our neighbor, Randy, to help get this set up last night before we got home. He has a pet of his own. Once everything was delivered Randy brought it in for us and got everything ready, so that when we got home last night we could just fall into bed and not have to worry about setting up your cage and everything.” "Ah. That explains it." I paused. "Can I ask you a question?" Jenn looked at me curiously. "Of course. What?" "What should I call you? I mean, JoJo called Angie by her name, but other Keepers like being referred to as just Keeper, or some other title. Do I call you Jenn? Or Jennifer? Or Keeper? Or something else?" She looked at me with her deep green eyes, and continued to stroke the side of my face, around the muzzle straps. "I'm not hung up on it. You can call me Jenn. Everyone else does." She paused. "To be honest, I have a problem with the way some Keepers treat the people they're Bound to. I don't like the idea that somehow you're my property, and that you'd have to address me some way to keep rubbing it in. You need me to keep you safe, and I have a need to keep you safe, but, well, you're not an animal. I want to care for you more than I've cared for anyone in my life, but I never wanted to own you, in the property sense. I still think that’s a little messed up." As she talked, I felt something building that I hadn’t felt yesterday. I wanted her badly. I felt lust. I wanted to mate. I turned my head, and could smell her on her hand. The smell was strong. I stuck out my tongue and licked her hand through the bars of the plastic muzzle. She jumped at first, pulling her hand away, but then laughed, as I realized that I could taste her on her hand. She stuck her hand back in and allowed me to lick her hand. It tasted amazing. I could feel the pressure in the metal chastity device that I was wearing grow. “I can… taste you? On your hand?” I immediately blushed and lowered my head. I couldn’t believe I had said that. I mean, I had basically just accused her of masturbating. Of course I had to go and say that right after her talk about how I wasn’t actually an animal, a sentiment that I very much appreciated, but was doing my best to undermine. She smiled. “I don’t know that much about Pets yet, but I do know that there is a strong physical attraction. Just thinking about you down here, in your cage… waiting for me…” She reached her hand into her pajamas, and pulled it back out. She stuck a finger through the front of my muzzle. Her scent was even stronger, and I eagerly licked her hand. She wiped another finger on the muzzle, right in front of my nose. “If you let me out… ” I said, but she gestured at the lock on the door. I laughed. "So the lock is not there to keep me in, really?" She smiled. "I think my Mom is a little worried about my control, never mind yours." “If you remove my muzzle, maybe I can get close enough… through the cage…” "I don't have the key to your muzzle either." "Wow, I think your Mom trusts you less than she trusts me!" I pressed my face up against the bars at the front, my tongue reaching out and just touching the bars of the cage through the muzzle, trying to get close to her. I could see my Keeper thinking about it, trying to figure out how to get us close enough. She closed the room door, and then dropped her pajama bottoms. I could see the neatly trimmed object of my lust. She tried a few positions, trying to position herself on the cage in a way that would give me access. I jammed my face against the cage, near wherever she was, trying to get close. She ended up with one leg on the top of the cage, the other on the floor, the top edge of my cage nestled in her mound. She was moving back and forth, moaning, as I excitedly tried to force my muzzled face as close as possible. I couldn’t quite get there, letting out what was best described as a frustrated whine. It didn’t take long before I sensed her tensing in an orgasm, her strongly scented juices running down the cage bars just out of my tongue’s reach. Then another orgasm. I was in pain as I strained in the metal cage on my genitals, and I yelped as I keep pushing toward her, driven by instinct to get to her. Her fingers were gripping the mesh of my cage, and I licked them, as close as I could get to her scent, as her orgasm rolled along. She paused suddenly, hearing a knock at the door, trying to control herself as the end of the orgasm rippled though her body. “Yes?” I heard her answer in a tentative, shaky voice. I was still trying to get my tongue to her as she paused there, a combination of yips, whines, and moans alternately escaping my mouth in my unabated excitement. “Are you decent?” I heard Karen’s voice. That caused me to pause a little. If my girlfriend caught me doing this… no, wait. That wasn’t right. I paused in confusion. Jenn was off the cage, pulling her pajama bottoms back up. “Uh… yes…" The door opened. “Ahem.” Karen was standing there. “I guess it was a good thing that we padlocked the cage, eh?” Jenn blushed. “Urm… yeah… I mean… well…” Karen smiled. “I know. I mean, I’ve heard Angie and JoJo when they are going at each other and… well, you have things in common with Angie. Let’s just say that I happen to know that she has a Pet gag that she bought for herself, so that she wouldn’t disturb Jeff and I... or the neighbors… or the whole county, really…” Jenn’s blush deepened. “I was… trying to be quiet.” Karen’s smile got bigger. “Well, I’m pretty sure Mom just hid the key to his chastity cage even better, if you know what I mean.” She looked over at me and her smile dropped. “What’s wrong, Je..JayJay?” I was shaking. On the one hand, the scent of my Keeper on my muzzle was driving me wild, and all I wanted to do was jump her and make like animals. On the other hand Karen was my girlfriend. Almost my fiancé. My conscious thinking about what activities were acceptable said that this was so completely unacceptable and wrong. My feelings tore at each other. I lowered my head. “I’m sorry Karen, but her scent… I can’t resist her.” Karen’s eyes softened in understanding. She came over and knelt in front of the cage, reaching through the still-opened hatch in the front door to stroke my face. She looked at Jenn. “Can you give us a moment?” Jenn nodded and left, closing the door behind her. Her voice was calm and kind, and she looked at me with caring eyes. “It’s OK. There’s no reason to be sorry, or ashamed. I still love you too, but it’s different now. You found your Keeper. I will still do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and happy, and I think you feel the same about me, right?” She paused and I nodded. “But Jennifer here is now your Keeper. You belong to her. You are owned by her. Her needs and thoughts should be first in your mind.” She was looking straight into my eyes, holding my head, and her message sank in. Both of us shed a tear. “I know, Karen, but… I still have a hard time thinking of you as anyone but the one I was going to marry.” Her face grew stern as she gathered her resolve. “I need to be clear, for the sanity of both of us. You are now a Pet. You’re my sister’s Pet. I won’t be marrying a Pet. I will love and care for that Pet, but that’s all you are now to me, alright? A loved Pet.” I knew this was true, but it hurt to hear. The pain was necessary, and I felt release from the mental anguish as she spoke the words that I knew to be true but couldn’t face. “We can still be good friends, right? Like JoJo and I?” “Even better. In time… well, we’re sisters. While she owns you, we share everything. And I know you have some… skills… that I’d hate to miss out on, if you know what I mean.” She showed me a large sly grin on her face, and my heart felt lighter. “We will be friends, and I love you, but as a Pet. You need to do what you need to do as a Pet as well, OK?” I nodded. “No, don’t just nod. Tell me that you understand in your own words.” My head bowed, I said the words. “I understand. I’m a Pet. We won’t be getting married, because I’m your sister’s Pet.” I looked up into her eyes and smiled. “But we will always be friends." She smiled, and put a kiss on her hand which she touched to my forehead. It was the best I could have asked for, and I smiled and relaxed. Karen opened the door, and Jenn was there waiting. “All better,” Karen told her, and gave her a hug. They came back into the room together. I looked up. “Could you… wash the muzzle and cage? I… can barely keep myself together.” Karen looked questioningly at me, while Jenn blushed. “Her scent… she wiped on my muzzle... so strong… please… I’m so excited it hurts.” Karen laughed while Jenn blushed a deep crimson..

I like happy endings.

I woke up quite a bit later, feeling much better. JoJo was still here. Her arm was draped over me, her leather-encased paw on my chest. I could feel her naked breasts on my back. Her diaper was pressed into mine. "You awake?” I asked quietly. “Yes.” She shuffled a little bit. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being here. For your comfort. We’ve talked so many times, and I thought I understood what you were going through. But from here, it seems so different. Having you here helps a lot.” She lifted her head and leaned. I realized my muzzle was still on as I felt her lips on my cheek. “Pets get to have the best sex, you know. And whatever you can do within the restraints you’re placed in must be OK, right? And Angie put the two of us together. And I bet you haven’t been conditioned to not be able to open diaper tapes yet like I have… so…. how nimble are your teeth?” “They put some kind of cage on me. It hurts when I get excited. They said it was going to stay there until I was neutered!” JoJo pulled back in surprise, then pulled me back in to hold me closer. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! It must be because you are a mixed gender Bond… that’s unusual. I wonder how that works?” “It doesn’t work so well for me, apparently.” “Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” We lay there, in silence, smelling each other and finding comfort in each other, for quite a while. ** I saw my Keeper and her family walking towards my cage, and I sat up, almost jabbing JoJo with my elbow by accident. I tried to apologize, but I was so excited to see my Keeper that I almost sat on her head with my diapered butt instead. I tried to calm down. My Keeper was laughing, along with Angie and the rest of her family. They seemed relaxed and happy. That was good. Seeing my Keeper happy made me feel happy. My Keeper attached my leash and opened the cage door, and I followed the leash’s gentle guidance out of the cage. I felt Jennifer reach down, and I realized she was checking my diaper. Jennifer stated the obvious. “He's not all that wet yet, but we need to change his diaper before the flight, right?” Angie nodded. "Yeah, definitely. Let’s go back to the room and get him changed and crated." I followed the guidance of my leash back to Room 3, where a disposable pad was waiting on the floor. My Keeper guided me onto the mat, where I rolled onto my back. Jennifer demonstrated her diaper changing skills, meeting with Angie’s approval on the second diaper she had ever changed. When she was done, I rolled back on all fours. Angie knelt down. She took my muzzled face in her hands. “I’m glad I got to know you as a human, and I’m glad I got to guide you through your first steps into Pet-hood. I truly hope you find peace in your new life, OK? And I really I hope your Keeper brings you to visit someday soon!” Leaning over, she kissed me on the forehead. “Thanks. Thanks for… well, thanks.” Was all I could muster. Angie nodded, and my Keeper led my by my leash over to the travel crate that she and her Sister had purchased earlier in the day. Only a little larger than the exam cage, it was mostly a blue plastic shell, with some air holes high on the sides and mesh doors on either end. The brand "Air Kennel" was embossed into the plastic on the side. Stickers reading "Live Animal This Side Up" were plastered on the side. As I was led to the open door of the crate, I saw that an absorbent pad had been placed on the floor. I got to the door, not wanting to go in. Angie handed my Keeper something red, and she bent down and clipped whatever it was to the muzzle, over my ears. “There’s a little video player in there. These headphones will let you hear the audio, OK?” Well that didn’t sound so bad. At least I’d be able to watch a movie or something on the flight. She took another object off the top of the crate and… oh. It was the silencer part of the muzzle. No more speaking. I heard “Kennel Up” from my Keeper, and Angie nodded approvingly that Jenn had remembered the command. I was almost all the way into the crate when I heard, “Stop”, so I did. I heard Jenn talking to Angie. “Should we loosen the leg restraints, at least? He’s going to be in there a long time, and I can’t imagine it will be comfortable for him.” Angie seemed to hesitate. “Well… I guess.. but be careful…” I felt something happening at my ankle, and then I realized that I could stretch out my leg for the first time in hours. Oh, it felt so good. And then the second ankle was free. I was free. I could be free. Without a conscious thought I pushed back with my arms, kicking back with my feet. They hit something soft that went ‘ooph’, but that meant I had more room behind me. As I moved back out of the cage as quickly as I could my head cleared the cage, and I saw the door of the room open just as Karen walked in. Seeing my chance, I jumped up, ready to run for the door. I was almost free! I would make it this time! I lunged forward. And then my leash went taut. I pulled at it, but whoever was holding it held firm. Then I heard an airy, “Stop. Stop JayJay, Stop.” It was my Keeper, but something was wrong. I stopped, and turned around. She was holding her ribs. I wanted to ask what had happened, but the gag prevented it. “Kennel up. Now. Kennel up.” The command was firm. I followed the pull of the leash back to the door of the crate, and went in. The door closed behind me. I heard Angie’s voice. “OK, he’s secure. Are you OK, Jenn?” “Ouch. I think so. He kicked me right in the gut. I don’t think anything is broken, though.” “Ow. I was nervous about releasing his legs… and that was why. It wasn’t his fault, you know. That’s why we need to keep Pets in restraints, especially when they’re newly Bound. It’s not for play. When you go to get him out, attach his leash to this clip here so he can’t get out of the crate until his legs are done back up.” I had hurt my Keeper? That was my fault? I started to panic. Hurting your Keeper was really, really bad! I didn’t need Pets*R*Us courses, or a college degree to figure that out. Obviously I had done it when I tried to run. I tried to apologize, but the silencer in the muzzle kept me silent. Worried, I tried to look around, but the solid blue plastic of the crate’s shell blocked most of my view. I could only see the open room door through the mesh in the front of the crate. There wasn’t enough room to turn around. Nothing else to do, I waited. I hoped my Keeper was OK. I tried to shift around, and found a position that wasn’t that uncomfortable. I heard voices talking, including my Keeper, but couldn’t make them out. This sucked. After a few minutes, a pair of legs, and then a face, appeared in front. It was my Keeper! “It’s OK, JayJay. I know it was a Pet instinct, and you didn't mean to hurt me. We’ll work on that in training, OK? You’re a Good Boy, and I’m glad I have such a Good Boy as a Pet. Now, I’m going to open the feeding door here, and take your leash, OK? Will you be a Good Boy?” The warm glow of knowing that my Keeper was OK, and that my Keeper thought I was a Good Boy was intense, and I just nodded. She produced a key, and used it to unlock a hatch at the bottom of the mesh door in front of me. Reaching in carefully, she unsnapped the leash and removed it, re-locking the hatch when she was done. I watched her legs walk away. ** A few minutes later, the crate began moving. I couldn’t see who was pushing me, but through the front mesh I could see as I was moved through the store, and back out the front door I had entered only a few hours before. I saw the shopping Keepers and their Pets, some glancing at me to see what a Pet had done to deserve being in a crate, rather than on a leash like a Pet should be. I saw JoJo, now in her regular position in the display cage at the front, but her back was to me and I lost sight of her before I could make eye contact. There was a taxi van waiting, flashers on, and the back doors open. My crate was lifted, and I was placed in the back. “Hold on a sec.” It was Angie’s voice. “Jenn, is that your suitcase?” “Yes, the small roller there.” “Do you have any dirty laundry?” “Uh… yes… why?” “If you take some things that have a strong scent of you, and place them in his crate, it will both calm him and help with the imprinting and Bonding.” “OK, sure. Just a second.” A pause, as I guessed she opened her suitcase and pulled out some clothes. “How about these?” Angie laughed. “Perfect. Exactly what I would have suggested.” There was some fumbling and then my crate was turned, so that Jenn could get to the front hatch again. The hatch was opened, and I tried to laugh as two pairs of Jenn’s panties, a t-shirt, and a bra were stuffed in and the hatch re-locked. A few hours ago the idea of having panties and a bra thrown at me would have had an entirely different meaning and outcome, but as I inhaled I could tell that Angie was right. The scent of my Keeper was like catnip. I could feel myself relax. I lay my head on the clothes and inhaled deeply. “Well, looks like he likes it.” My crate was turned back around so that the front of the crate was up against the back seat, and I couldn’t see anything. There were a bunch of noises as luggage was piled on top of my cage. I could hear my Keeper talking to her sister, mother, and father up front, doors closed, and then the van started moving. As I breathed in my Keeper’s scent, I realized how skilled Angie was with Pets, and how lucky JoJo was to have her. I also realized there was a good chance I might never see them again. If I ever got the chance, though, I’d have to find a way to show her my gratitude for what she had done today. I couldn’t image what would happen if the Bonding happened when there weren’t those around who could make sure that the Pet was handled safely and lovingly.

Hah, you're asking me? Aren't these the kinds of questions you should be answering in FaFoP, or a follow-on story? Here's my take... on the mitts, urm... there are air holes, and a washable lining... and the limb temperature is not as high as the core temperature... mumble mumble... yeah, that's it. The leg restraint situation, and in general why people would treat people they love as animals, is something that I have been struggling with. Here's my current take, but I admit that it's not well fleshed out. When the Bonding first started happening there was societal disruption. (I don't have an opinion on what actually causes it... I'll take your virus direction in FAFOP as a given...) People realized that as the number of Bound people grew... Pets in particular... society needed to make a choice about what to do with all the people that couldn't take care of themselves. As a whole, Society decided that rather than institutionalizing all the Pets, they'd go along with the direction that was already being adopted gradually by a segment of the affected population, which is that the Pet side of the Bound relationship was treated as, well, a pet. (I like your comment that the Keeper becoming an owner, and taking over all debts and assets, was something rushed through in a hurry by banks worried about mounting defaults as people were declared invalids. I like that.) Since they were strongly Bound to Keepers, who in turn were driven to care for the Pet, it seemed the more humane direction. What this meant was that the Pets were now being cared for by Keepers that were legally responsible for their health, and given that Pets are generally full grown adults, the strength of a Pet would be too great to easily control. Hence, there was a general agreement that the use of the restraints, along with items adopted from the non-human pet world, such as cages, crates, leashes, dog runs, etc., was an acceptable compromise. Without these physical restraints, Keepers wouldn't be able to keep the Pet safe, and society would have had to institutionalize a large number of Pets. The use of the animal equipment also allowed Pets to integrate better into society, such as shipping Pets on planes (they were already used to handling dogs), keeping them on leashes in public, using public dog runs in parks, setting expectations about Pets in restaurants, and so on. It's not that many people aren't a little bothered by the use of all the restraints, leashes, cages, etc., but when the alternative is taking the Pet away and putting them in an institution for care, society grudgingly agreed that this was the most humane way of handling a difficult situation. Angie touches on this in the story above... restraints are used to keep the Pet (and those around them) safe, which is the Keeper's job. They're seen as necessary given the situation. Since I see this story as happening some number of years after FAFOP, I think society has accepted this decision, most people have bought in, and society moved along with the new normal. (Or at least most of it... possible story ideas as PETHA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Human Animals) try to "restore the dignity" of Pets!) By the way, in my mind I don't see the Pet go through many physiological changes... the increased body temp to explain the lack of clothes, the incontinence to explain the diaper... but I don't envision muscular-skeletal changes that make them more able to walk on all fours. I just engage the suspension of disbelief here and pretend it's not a problem. If you can accept that a virus will cause two Humans to Bond and one of them to become a Pet... then you can accept that humans can adjust to walking on all fours without physiological changes. Also, I'm conveniently ignoring Kimmy's comment about them getting lighter... there are dog breeds that can weight in the range of a human adult, so it's not that big a deal. I just don't think it's necessary. By the way, I often think of the Pets not as walking always on their knees, sometimes lifting their knees and walking on their toes as well if the ankle/thigh restraints are a little looser... I guess in my mind it see it as faster. No, I've never been in that position, so I have no idea what I'm talking about! Another question I've been struggling with is what percentage of the population is Bound, one way or the other. As I think about it, I think 25% is too high... the societal impact of having 12.5% of the population randomly become dependent I think is too high. I think 10% is a better number... so 5% of the adult population is a Pet... 1 in 20... enough that it's commonplace enough for society to need to adapt, but not so common that it rips society apart. I think I'll go back and update my story to reflect that... (OK, this is half a story right here....:)

Thanks for all the feedback. I'm honored that some of my favorite writers are reading my little story. I see this as taking place some time after the FAFOP stories, by the way... in that the Pet phenomenon is accepted and normalized in society, and there is a robust infrastructure in place to support it. I am intentionally staying away from 'How did it happen', but I think in my mind some evil government research lab created a virus that was intending to either make their own population more subservient, or to make another country's society fall apart... depending on which conspiracy theory you believe... and it was released accidentally and spread... and everyone adapted. At the point this story takes place, it's just a fact of life, to the point where an advertising point for a major airline is, "Pets Fly Free!" I have a lot of chapters written that do address the flight, doctor visit, training, and so on. Just need to finish editing and get them out! ----------------- My Keeper led me through the door and to the front of the room. The cage was there, still open, but someone had been by to clean it up. My clothes were gone, and there was a fresh clean disposable pad at the bottom. I started to climb the ramp, but I stopped when Angie laughed. "It's OK, JayJay, you're not going in a cage. Let's all sit down over here at the desk." She grabbed two chairs, and brought them over to the desk where a stack of pamphlets and binders waited. "You can just clip his leash to the ring here, and let him sit beside you." Taking the cue, I sat next to Jenn's chair as I heard the click of my leash being secured to the desk. I felt warm and cozy as she scratched my head. "Good boy." Oh, I loved to hear that. I put my head on the side of her leg, feeling her warmth on the side of my face. "OK, so we have a few hours now. Since we couldn't get you into that course tomorrow, I'm going to give you the personal, express version, OK? The good news is that I know Je...JayJay has taken these classes several times... since I get paid by the attendee, I got them to attend whenever the class seemed small. Now, I know that most people who take the class Unbound... not a Keeper or a Pet yet... assume that they are learning the Keeper role. Right JayJay?" I didn't move, as I didn't want her to stop petting me, but I replied, "Well, yeah." "So you'll be... looking at it from a different perspective today, but you can still help your Keeper, right JayJay?” I nodded, moving my heard against my Keeper’s hand. "OK, so first class. We call this class, 'So, you have a new Pet. What now?'. It's intended to be a two hour class for new Keepers and their Pets, but we're going to do it in..." She glanced at her watch... "One hour. While I know it might be fast, JayJay knows the material, Karen knows the material, and most of the class is actually available as video on the web. But it has some critical things to set you both up for success, and that's what I want to focus on. OK?" Jenn nodded. I nodded. "Let's get started then. JayJay, what's the Keeper's job number one? JayJay?" "A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe," I responded confidently. "Right. Jenn, say it with me. A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe. Again. A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe. Good." Angie looked Jenn in the eyes. "If you remember this, the rest is easy. Normally we go over the history of why there are Pets and Keepers, but we don't have time. If you're not familiar, you can read about it later. But the important thing to remember is that Pets will make bad decisions, that could cause harm to themselves or others. It's not like they want to hurt others, but something in their brain has changed that makes them often not consider, or disregard, the consequences of actions. Therefore, as a Keeper, it's your job to keep them safe. If we didn’t have the Pet/Keeper dynamic, we’d have a significant portion of the population that we’d need to institutionalize… and we as a society have decided that this is a better, more loving, and ultimately more humane way of handling it. So, your ethical, and legal, responsibility is to keep him safe. How do we do that, JayJay?" I sighed. "Physical restraint, psychological control, and training." Angie smiled. "You're a good student." Looking back at Jenn, she continued, "Physical restraint is used to make sure that they cannot make a choice that will cause harm to themselves or others. We use leashes, cages, muzzles, paws, and so on, particularly in the early phases, to remove the opportunity to make a bad decision. It's important that you realize that restraints are not a punishment. We don't use them because he did something wrong. We use them as a tool, to help keep him from doing something wrong. OK?" Jenn nodded. "We'll go into the use of restraints a little bit later. They're very important, especially in these early phases where the second two controls are not as well established yet." "The second is psychological control. You and he are Bound. You're linked in a way that is very, very powerful. You feel it as a need to control him, and he feels it as an intense need to be controlled, to do what pleases you, and a joy and a warmth when he feels your approval. As you learn how to control it, and how to use it as part of the training, which is the third part, your Bond will increase in strength and it will make you both feel warm and happy. Most of the classes that you really need to take are for you, as Keeper, to learn how to effectively wield this psychological control in a safe, caring, and effective way. We'll get a good introduction to this today, but you should take more advanced classes as soon as you can. Karen is also really knowledgable here, by the way." "And then training, which I mentioned was the third part. This is longer term, and is based on the psychological control part. You can train him to stay in safe areas of the house, or help out with chores, or other things that will both reduce the need for the restraints, as well as make the day to day living together easier. We will just touch on this today… it’s a big topic. OK?" "OK, the last part of keeping your Pet safe is keeping him healthy." Angie spread out a disposable pad on the floor near me. "JayJay, would you lay down on your back on here for me?" I looked at my Keeper, and when she smiled and nodded I lay down and rolled over on my back on the pad. The jingle of registration tags on my collar, the leash jingling against the desk and floor, and the crinkle of my wet diaper all echoed in my ears in the quiet room. "So, changing diapers..." I became aware of the thick mass between my legs. I hadn't noticed before, but now that I was laying on my back and the wet diaper was on top of me I was clearly wet. Very wet. "OK, we put this one on him when he was in the cage, so the tapes are under him. So..." She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer, and sliced both sides of the diaper. "Now, take this new diaper, and ask him to lift up. This is one of those trust things by the way... while he won't hurt you on purpose, he might not think about the implications of flopping back down on your hands if you tickle him accidentally, for instance. You should look him in the eyes, and gently talk to him, reminding him keep his bottom up." Jenn slid the new diaper under, and then at the same time pulled the wet diaper off. Suddenly, I felt a cold draft down below, and I jumped, dropping back down and curling up. At the same time, I felt a warm rush, and relaxed. Jenn jumped back in surprise, and Angie laughed, pulling the front of the new diaper up between my legs to contain the yellow fountain. "That's a pretty common male reaction. If he gets cold down there, I think they think it would help to warm things back up. You should be ready to get him covered quickly. After a few seconds, Angie cautiously lifted the front of my diaper. "Now you can clean him up a little. Take one of these wipes, and try to get in all the cracks and such... good..." "Should we get a dry diaper?" "Nah, it's going to be wet in a few minutes anyway, so why waste it." Great, I was going from a wet diaper to a wet diaper. Well, probably not the right thing to argue about. I stayed silent. Jenn pulled the front up, and fastened the tapes with some guidance from Angie about how to position them so that the diaper would stay tight and leak-free. "Good enough for now. Karen can help you here as well. For that matter, they were both pretty good at changing JoJo’s diapers. Now, every once in a while, if your Pet has a little funky smell, it doesn't hurt to wash him down with a warm cloth... but we'll skip that for now." She checked her class agenda. "OK, we can sit back in the chairs again and get off this floor." They got up and sat back in the chairs, while I rolled to my... well.. paws, and moved back to my spot next to my Keeper. "Feeding. Also important, of course. A Pet has a much higher metabolism, and will have different dietary needs. Most of them still prefer the taste and variety of human food, but that should be a very rare treat, as it often disagrees with their digestion and... well, the diaper changes after will keep you from feeding them too much human food, if you know what I mean. So, I suggest staying with one of the various Pet food options... I use Pet Chow with JoJo." She continued on about how much to feed me, based on weight, and so on. She checked her agenda. "OK... introduction, check. Health and diapering, check. Feeding, check." She looked at me. "JayJay, am I missing anything?" I thought about it. "Clothing?" "Ah, right. Pets don't need clothes. You know that, right?" Jenn frowned. "Well, I hadn't really thought about it... I mean, sometimes I see Pets wearing clothes and sometimes not." "So, the metabolism of a Pet changes quickly. His body is much warmer now. Unless it's below 35 degrees or so, you don't need to give him any clothes for warmth reasons. And if you do give him clothes, you need to make sure they are Pet-appropriate, and won't cause him to overheat. The biggest reason that Pets wear clothes is for sun protection outside, or if it's really, really cold, like freezing. Occasionally if you go to someplace like a fancy restaurant, they may want the Pets clothed so that everyone doesn’t have to stare at a naked body in a diaper while they eat… depends on the place. Also, some female Pets are more comfortable wearing a bra-like harness to support their breasts, but that's not a problem for you. And of course some Keepers just like the look of a clothed Pet better. So whatever you want is fine, but just be careful of what you put on him and make sure he's not overheating. Especially if he’s gagged he might not be able to tell you." Jenn nodded. "OK, makes sense." "Anything else before we move to restraints?" Jenn shook her head. Angie looked at me, and I shook my head. "OK then." She pulled out a class pamphlet. "So, as I said, the purpose of restraints is to keep him from doing something that you, as Keeper, don't want him to do. Restraints shouldn't be used as a punishment, partly because you want him to be cooperative in the use of the restraints as something in his own best interest, and also because... well, I think it's just wrong." "Makes sense." "So, the kinds of restraints he's wearing now... the Paws, which just a specific brand of the generic term of mittens, are a big part of keeping him out of trouble. Many Pets grow out of them in time, but often a Pet never gets to the point that you can let them go without the mitts. As an example, it took a year of the hypnotic training before I could trust that JoJo didn’t need to wear the mitts, and I still have her wear them occasionally. There is a lining inside, so when he’s in his cage you can remove the mitts and wash the lining. That’s an every few days thing, more often if he’s sweating a lot. Questions?” Jenn shook her head. “The leash and collar. The collar both marks him as a Pet, and provides a powerful control point. The leash keeps him from going where he shouldn't. You need to be very careful about pulling hard on the leash… his throat is not as strong as, say, a dogs, so the use of the leash should be firm, but never yanking. OK?” Another nod. “I know we’re going fast, but we have a lot to cover. Alright, the muzzle. The muzzle keeps him from getting into trouble with his mouth. The obvious thing is biting, but it also keeps him from eating things he shouldn’t. If he’s sexually excited, in particular, the muzzle will keep him from putting his nose and mouth where it doesn’t belong, if you know what I mean…” Jenn smiled. The sexual energy of a Pet was well know, of course. “The gag is… well, frankly the gag is a convenience for us. Sometimes Pets just want to talk, or yell, or generally make a nuisance of themselves. The gags just help keep the racket down. It’s the only restraint item that I can think of offhand that isn’t about keeping a Pet safe, it’s just for our benefit.” Angie laughed a little. "They’re also highly recommended during sexual activity if there is anyone living within, say, ten miles. I feel a little bad when I use it on JoJo, but, well, as a Keeper sometimes you need to do what you need to do.” "The paws on his legs keep him down, where there is less ability for him to get himself into trouble in the first place, and makes the other restraints more effective. None of these are to punish you, right JayJay? They're there to keep you from doing something that would cause harm to yourself or others. Same philosophy on the diaper, by the way. Many new Pets find having to wear a diaper humiliating, or think it's a punishment. It's not a punishment... they can't control themselves, so we use this to help them." "OK, so you have all these. Let me go over some other restraints that might be helpful. If you want, we can order these now, and I can have a local store deliver them to you today, so that they're waiting for you tonight. First, a cage. Almost all Pets have a cage at home, and you should get one quickly." "Isn't that a cage?" Jenn, asked, gesturing at what she and Karen had bought previously. "No, that's a crate. It's much smaller, and is designed for travel. You can see that there are only a few wire mesh areas where he can see out, and he won't be really comfortable in there for extended periods of time. But, it meets the airline size requirements, and provides these food and water feeders that are designed to work with the muzzle he's wearing." "OK, so we need another cage too? Like the cage on the platform there?" "No, that's an exam cage. It's designed to keep the Pet from being able to move around much, while providing lots of access so you can work on him. What you want is something like this." She showed Jenn something on the table, but I couldn't see. "This is like the cage I have for JoJo. Ideally you want one large enough for the Pet to turn around in, and even stretch out in, so that you can leave them there when you go to work, for example. A bored Pet wandering around the house can get into a lot of trouble." "OK, is that a good one? Should I just order that?" Angie thought. "Hold on a minute." She left, and my Keeper leaned over and looked at me, rubbing the back of my neck. "How are you doing? We haven't really gotten to talk yet, just us. I've never really even talked to a Pet before, you know. I...well, this is all new for me." I laughed a little. "Well, I have to say it's new for me too. We'll figure it out. It's not going to be easy for me, but... well... you should talk to Karen. She knows me well... I guess you could say... and she's also very good with JoJo. I hope that she'll be good to me." I looked up at her. "I'm worried that Karen will feel betrayed by me, or jealousy towards you... I don't know. I don't know what she's thinking. But I hope you talk to her." She scratched me a little harder, and I put my head on her lap, turning my neck into the scratch. The touch from my Keeper was, well awesome. I couldn’t get enough of it. "We talked at lunch, a lot. She's OK. She knows it was not a choice, and she still loves you and wants you to be happy, and she's my sister of course, so...it will be different now, but I think she'll be OK. And yes, I think she'll be a very helpful." Angie came back in, with JoJo on a leash, which she clipped to the same ring as my leash was attached to. JoJo smiled at me, giving me a little peck on the cheek, around the muzzle straps. "I didn't get to do that before." I tried to reciprocate, but the muzzle got in the way. "I brought JoJo here because she often helps customers pick out products, based on her experience. Since JayJay isn't as directly familiar yet, I though JoJo could help. JoJo, tell Jenn about cages." JoJo gave a quick rundown of what she liked, and didn't like about cages. Ease of getting in and out. Visibility to know what's going on outside the cage. Feeding options. The comfort of the floor. Someone who wasn't a Pet, who hadn't spend a significant part of their recent lives in a cage, would probably not have thought of these things. Jenn looked at the options, and showed JoJo one of the cages. "Does this look good?" JoJo looked at it and smiled. "That's a good one. I can't say you'll love it, JayJay, but it's at least the best of a bunch of bad options, from the point of view of this end of the leash." Angie marked it down. "OK, next. Transport Harness. These will allow you to easily bring him in a car, when there isn't room for a crate. JoJo?" JoJo frowned. "They're all horrible, especially for those of us with breasts. Not your problem, I know, but there is a strap that runs through your crotch that I bet will more than make up for it. Get the PetCare SoftHarness. You can also use it when you're out for a walk, out on the pet run." Angie looked at Jenn, who marked it down. “Since JoJo brought it up, Pet runs. I heard from your Dad that the house in California has a pretty good size yard. A Pet run is an overhead wire with a little sliding thing, so that you can give him access to a bigger part of the yard and let him get some exercise without you having to jog alongside holding his leash. JoJo is right... since it's overhead we suggest clipping the leash on the run to a harness, so if the Pet gets hung up they don't choke. These are pretty cheap, and there's not a lot of difference. I'll add one. She glanced down at the desk. "That's kind of the important stuff, although there are all sorts of changing tables, outdoor Pet houses, chair harnesses, and so on, but you can figure that out later. Just remember... what's the purpose of a restraint?" "To keep the Pet from harming themselves or others." JoJo, Jenn, and I all said it at the same time. "Do we use restraints to punish?" Angie followed on. "No!" "What is the Keeper's first job?" "To keep a Pet safe." "Good job, all." Just then the door slammed. JoJo and I both jumped up and tried to run. JoJo, being more practiced, made it to the end of her leash before she was stopped short. I, on the other hand, was not used to wearing the Paws, and tried to stand up. Instead I managed to turn head over heels, rolling around and trying to get away. I was panicking. I had to get away. I rolled onto my paws, and continued to try to scramble away, the leash now holding me back. I heard my Keeper's voice, loud and commanding. "Stop." I stopped. "Come here." I turned back, and slowly made my way be to her chair. "Sit." I arranged myself as I'd seen JoJo do in the past, kneeling, my head my Keeper's lap. My heart was still pounding, but my Keeper was right here, and I'd be OK. She stroked my head. I could feel myself relaxing. I could feel a significant warmth in the front of my diaper. Yuk. Angie was doing similar with JoJo. JoJo had recovered much faster, but wasn't one to pass up using the opportunity to get some attention from her Keeper. "And the cleaning folks have just given us an opportunity to illustrate why the proper use of restraints is important. As you can see, they sometimes lose control. Until they are brought back under control, they are acting on instinct, and that is usually a bad thing. The restraints are there to keep bad things from happening until you, as Keeper, can get their mind straight again. Ok?" Jenn nodded, still stroking my head. I was relaxed now. Jenn's scent was strong, and I got strength from it. "Also, notice that the leash really took a pull there. I see some people just loop a leash over a chair, or put the Pet in a cage and don't fully latch it. When the leash is really needed, for instance, you had better be holding it properly, or have it attached to something that will at least slow them down a lot. If they're in a cage, make sure they can't just force the door open. If a restraint is designed to be locked, lock it. If you take the role of restraints as to keep them from harm, then the best restraints are those that are well applied, correctly used, and inescapable. Right, JoJo." JoJo nodded, and looked at me. "As a Pet, it actually helps a lot when you know the restraints are firm and inescapable. When you know that you are physically prevented from doing anything wrong, and that your Keeper cares enough to make sure you can't do something harmful or bad, then it's a warm, relaxing, comfortable feeling. I don't necessarily LIKE being restrained all the time, but... well, not being in restraints isn't all that good either." My Keeper nodded. "Makes sense, and also makes sense why we're keeping JayJay here in all these restraints, especially while he gets used to this." She looked at JoJo. "Can I trust a Pet to know when more or less restraint is OK? When they need more restraint, or when they can be trusted with less?" JoJo's cute laugh gave the answer. "If a Pet wants more restraint, then yes, you should listen to them. Often, it will make them more comfortable, if they are feeling anxious or uncertain. On the other hand, sometimes I will ask for less restraint because I think I might be able to get away with something." She smiled up at Angie. "My Keeper is very good at knowing what I'm up to, though. She almost never listens to me if I ask for less restraints." "Thanks for being honest!" Jenn replied with a grin. "That makes a lot of sense." "So that's the quick summary of restraints." She went to the door, and waved over another sales associate. Gesturing at the paper she handed them, then us, she thanked the associate and returned. "Sheila will get those things ordered, and we'll have them delivered to your California house today. They should be waiting when you arrive. Believe me, JayJay, you'll welcome that cage after spending the flight in the crate." "Yay." was all I could muster. "The introductory course is done. We're going to make the most of the time we have remaining by introducing you to as much of the psychological aspect as I can. This is not something that is an hour class and done, though... this is something you will need to sign up for other courses. As a Keeper, understanding how to be the best Keeper you can is one of the best things you can give your Pet. OK? OK." Angie started to give the same speech I'd heard several times while attending classes. How the Pet's brain was primed to respond to their Keeper's words. How the commands went to the base instincts, so they should be the "Four C's: Concise, Clear, Calm, and Consistent". How to put the Pet in a trance to receive more complex and longer lasting instruction, which Angie had my Keeper try a few times until she was comfortable with it. There wasn’t much for me to do while Angie instructed Jenn, and I didn’t remember anything while I was in the trance, so mostly I sat there and thought about what was happening, and tried to come to terms with the new direction my life was taking. It wasn't that long, though, before I was starting to feel the drain of the day, and I was noticeably tired. Angie and Jenn agreed that everyone’s brain was full and they had covered enough. My Keeper unhooked my leash, and I was led back to the cage in the store. I didn't even care at this point, though; I just wanted to sleep. I went straight to the cage, waited for my Keeper to open the door, climbed in, and lay down. Angie started to put JoJo in the cage next to me, but then paused. "Jenn, do you mind if JoJo and JayJay are in the same cage? Store policy prohibits it without explicit consent from both Keepers, so if it's OK I need you to say you agree to it." "Urm, if you think they'll be OK... then... sure. I agree." JoJo immediately hopped out of her cage, and into mine. As tired as I was, I just enjoyed the feeling as she cuddled up, spooning me with her diaper pressed into mine, and her scent, familiar but stronger than I remembered, comforting me as I drifted off.

Done. Thanks!

Hah, interesting thought! This was supposed to be a more caring and loving story within the Keepeverse, though, so I was trying to keep it happy... It's supposed to turn out for the better for all. Hope you enjoyed it!

Another side story in the Keeperverse. This is a one-shot that came to me while I was reading a story about a different kink. Be careful what you wish for! -- She lay her head on her friends leg, as they lay on the couch watching TV. Her name was Katherine, but everyone called her Kat, or Kitty. Breaking five feet only when she stood tall, her button nose and large warm brown eyes defined the stereotype of what most people would call a "cute Pet". She wasn't Bound as a Pet though, despite her best efforts, and everyone's expectations, so she lay here with her best friend Kelsey. They had moved in together a year ago, when tragedy had struck and Laurie, who had been Kelsey's pet since they had been Bound during their senior yet of high school to years ago, had passed away from a fast-moving breast cancer that had been caught too late. Today was one year from her passing, and Kat and Kelsey were sharing a glass of wine in Laurie's memory. Kelsey had had a rough time over the last year... the Bind between a Keeper and a Pet was very strong, and when it is severed through tragedy it can wreck the heart of the survivor. Luckily, Kelsey had Kat around to help support and strengthen her, and she had made it through the year. "Kelsey, can I ask you something?" Kat's heart thudded in her chest. She had been over this conversation a million times in her head, but she wasn't sure how it was going to go. Only one way to find out. She had to try. "What if... I mean... could I... would it help..." Well, this was off to about the worst possible start. "Start over. Let me just say it. I'd like to pretend to be your Pet. For like a week, or something." Kelsey didn't kick her off her lap. She didn't even say no. She looked at Kat with a little surprise. "You want to pretend to be my Pet? I can't say I'm surprised though... Ever since I caught you wearing one of Laurie's diapers... it was so big on you!" Kat, seizing the opportunity, jumped in. "I think we could take a vacation... somewhere no one knows us... and I think that I've figured out how to get a registration. I mean, I work at the Department of Pet Registration. We don't even have to do it the whole time... if it doesn't work out for either of us, we just stop... and enjoy a vacation together." Kelsey didn't say anything, so Kat pressed on, her voice gentle. "It's been a long time since you've had a vacation. I have the money saved up; I can pay for the whole thing." Kelsey actually smiled. "You're going to pay for the whole vacation? Let's go to Hawaii then!" "...Really?" Kat couldn't believe that Kelsey had agreed, to the vacation at least. "Really. And you don't have to pay for the whole thing. You're right, I need a vacation, and I've got more than enough time and money saved up. We'll have to talk about... your request... but let's do the vacation either way." Kat hugged Kelsey. "Thank you! I'll start planning. When can we go?" It only took a few days before the vacation was scheduled, vacation time at work arranged, flights purchased, an AirBnB house rented, and shopping for new vacation clothes commenced. It was a few days later, while they were having dinner together while sitting on the couch in the living room watching something on the TV, when Kelsey brought Kat's request back up. "I've been thinking about what you said." At first, Kat was confused. "What I said? When?" "When you suggested the vacation. About wanting to be my Pet. I thought about it, and I'm OK with it. It will be on my terms, though... and that means it will be the whole time, no exceptions. You want to be a Pet? You'll be my Pet from the moment we get to the rental house until we leave. I'll give you a list, and you will need to buy everything on it and have it delivered to the rental house before we get there. Also, you'll need to do whatever registration trick you were talking about so that you are legal. Deal?" Kat was stunned. "Uh, yeah, of course. That's what I wanted, exactly." She smiled and jumped up, realizing her wish was about to come true, if only for a week. She hugged Kelsey. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Kelsey handed cat a handwritten list. Here's your shopping list. I've already talked to the owner, and you can have it all shipped there. He's already got a bunch of Pet equipment there, so you only need what's on the list." Examining the list, Kelsey saw most of what she expected. Restraints, including paws and a muzzle with a gag. Diapers. A leash. A collar. The words 'Registration tags' were underlined twice. The next two weeks were spent on the shopping. Kat went to several local Pet stores, posing as someone looking to buy gifts for a friend who had just become a Keeper. The sales people, after being told that her friend's new Pet was the same size Kat was were more than happy to help her try on the equipment, to make sure everything fit, and then set up a delivery to the address in Hawaii. She even bought diaper samples and spent time wearing each one around the house, looking for what was comfortable. The registration part was easy. While registering a human Pet was an involved process, requiring blood samples and notification of the Pet's family, registering a real animal pet was easy, and the resulting tags and computer records were pretty much the same. So, Kat registered a cat to Kelsey, named, of course, Kat, and took the resulting tags and paperwork home and handed them proudly to Kelsey. The day of the flight, Kat was beside herself in excitement. She wasn't bringing a suitcase at all... Kelsey had reassured her that she wouldn't need anything, being that she would be acting as a Pet the whole time. The flight passed slowly, as Kelsey sat next to Kay, possessively holding her hand, getting her used to the idea of being under Kelsey's control. When the plane landed, as the luggage passed through the arriving luggage scanning portal, an alert buzzer sounded. The tired animal quarantine worker examined the alert and the bag that had caused it. While he has being told that there was a cat in the bag, the luggage in front of clearly had no cat. He could dig in the luggage to figure out why he had been alerted, or... he pushed the 'OK' button. Kelsey collected the 'clearly not containing a cat' bag from the luggage belt. A quick stop at the rental car counter, and they were on their way. Kat's excitement was growing by the minute, and she was almost bouncing up and down on the seat. Kelsey smiled, enjoying her close friend's obvious happiness and anticipation. It would be nice to have a Pet again, even if were a pretend Pet, just for a while. They finally pulled up to the house, a beautiful ocean front property full of greenery. Kat started to run inside to see the place before she heard a commanding "Stop". Even not being bound, Kelsey's voice was a powerful one, and Kat stopped. "Wait here, in the car. I'm going to get a few things. As I promised, you'll be in Pet mode the whole time, until we leave. OK?" Kat nodded, and sat back down in her seat in the car. Kelsey took her suitcase inside while Kat waited and drank in the view of the ocean in front of them. A few minutes later, Kelsey returned. She was carrying a large bag. "OK, get in the back seat, and strip." Kat had known the moment was coming, but she had never been naked in front of her friend. The personal boundaries in the apartment they shared had always blocked that. With a mix of embarrassment and excitement, Kat moved to the large back seat, and took her clothes off. Shoes, socks. The dress she was wearing. Her bra. Her underwear. As she removed each item, it disappeared into a bag that Kelsey held. "Lay back." Kat lay back and felt the bulk of a diaper being placed under her, and then pulled up between her legs. It felt... heavenly. It was real. She wasn't just trying a diaper on, or playing in the apartment for an hour. She was going to get to be a Pet. "Ok, sit up, and let's get you into your restraints." As Kat sat up, she heard the crinkle of the fluffy diaper, and pressed in pleasing ways on her excited crotch. She sat up. First one hand was fully inserted into the mitt, which went up to mid-arm and locked, and then the other. With the mitts on, she knew she was committed. When the paws were put on her feet, keeping her ankles near her thighs, she wriggled around a little. She felt exactly like she had imagined, restrained, but comfortable. She was getting very, very turned on. "Almost done. Any last words?" Kat shook her head, and Kelsey placed the muzzle, with it's gag to keep her silent, on her face, pulling the straps firmly and locking them. Last came the collar. It was a beautiful pink leather collar, and Kelsey had attached the registration tags to the locking buckle. They jingled lightly as the collar was fit around her neck and locked. She closed her eyes. It was done. She felt something attach to the front of her collar. "Heel." She was pulled forward, out of the SUV, landing somewhat ungracefully on the ground. Ungainly at first, not used to walking on all fours, she followed her friend into the house. It was beautiful, but she had little time to examine it as they passed through and out to the back yard, near the ocean. There was a fenced area, and Kat soon found herself in the pen. Kelsey bent down, her face at the level of Kat's face. "I'm going to settle in. You should relax, and practice moving in the restraints, OK? Oh, and don't forget, you should use your diaper often so you get used to it. I'll bring a water bottle so you stay hydrated." Kat didn't have a choice, really, so she nodded, and Kelsey went back in the house. The next two days were filled with new experiences for Kat, and familiar comforts for Kelsey, as they got used to acting as a Keeper/Pet pair. Kat got into the role quickly and easily, learning to walk comfortably on her leash at Kelsey's side. Kat spent nights in the Pet cage that was in the house, while Kelsey enjoyed the comfortable bed. Kelsey didn't give Kat any chance to back out, not that Kat would have taken it even if offered. On the third day, they were walking past a local golf course. Kat was on a short leash which was clipped to Kelsey's belt, so that Kelsey could use her phone to play her games while on a walk. Kat was, as was normal, muzzled and gagged, kept at a tight heel by the leash. Suddenly, there was a 'thunk', and Kelsey dropped. A golf ball landed next to her. Kat started screaming, trying to determine if Kelsey was OK, but through her gag only faint noises were audible. She couldn't help, bound as she was, her short leash still attached to Kelsey's belt. Some people came running, yelling "Call an ambulance!" Someone unhooked her leash and moved her away as she tried to get closer to her friend, clipping her leash to a fence pole ten feet from her fallen friend, out of the way. She couldn't see what was happening through the people. Soon the ambulance showed up. They put her on a stretcher, and Kat was glad to see that they didn't pull the sheet all the way over her. Someone finally looked in Kat's direction. "What about her Pet?" One of the EMTs looked back has Kelsey's stretcher was pushed into the ambulance. "We have a Pet cage in here. Bring'er over." Kat soon found herself in a small cage at the front of the ambulance. No one had talked to her or ungagged her to ask her anything about her friend but... then again, she was just supposed to be a Pet. The hospital was a frantic whirlwind of activity, and Kat was left in her cage as Kelsey was whisked off. A few minutes passed until a young woman approached wearing a 'Pet Comfort Volunteer'. "Hi dear, I'm here to help you. Your Keeper is being sent into surgery, but she's going to be OK. I'm going to bring you down to our Pet kennel here in the hospital, where you can be taken care of until you can be with your Keeper again. OK?" Kat nodded. Not like she had a choice. The volunteer opened Kat's cage and attached a leash to her collar. Kat was led through the ER, through a maze of hallways, down a floor, another maze of hallways, until they arrived at a door labeled, 'Pet (Human) Care Center and Kennel'. The waiting room had a number of cages, a few of them containing Pets. The volunteer walked Kat over to one and opened it. Kat entered, and the cage door was closed. "Someone will be here to help you in a while, OK? I'm sure everything will be OK." Thirty minutes passed, and Kat's diaper was wet and getting wetter. Someone in pink scrubs came into the room and took the other Pets one by one through the far door. Eventually it was Kat's turn. The woman in pink came to her cage, and opened a hatch. She allowed the leash to be attached to her collar before the cage door was opened and she could get out, following the firm tug of the leash through the doors. She was led to what looked like a silver cage with a lot of hatches, and obediently entered. The woman pressed a button, and the cage raised up to table height. "OK, who do we have here?" The woman pointed a device at Kat's neck, but nothing happened. "No chip? Unusual. Well, you do have tags on at least," the volunteer said mostly to herself. As she came around to the front of the cage, Kat saw her name tag. "Brandy - Pet Care Services". Brandy opened a hatch in the front, turning Kat's registration tags so she could read the number. "780-234-1285" She wrote the number on a pad, and went over to a computer. She typed the number in. "Are you Kat?" She looked at Kat. Kat nodded, fearful of what she would find in the record. "OK, your Keeper is... right, ok, she's in recovery. Looks like her status is good, by the way, but I'm sure they'll give her some rest for a day or two before release. But you'll be OK, right?" Kat nodded. "OK, this is weird. Your registration lists you as a cat. Kat, cat. Funny. Someone was joking around I think. It also shows that you came into Hawaii on Sunday, and since you're here and not in a quarantine kennel on Oahu I will assume that you are not a cat. Also, you don't look like a cat. The good news is I can fix this..." Kat wasn't sure what to think. She had found the false record... but... she was ignoring the fact that it said that she was a cat, and just fixing it? Kat knew that Brandy must have some serious permissions within the registration system if she could 'just fix that'. It made her nervous. "OK, this is really weird. There must have been some sort of computer glitch. All you blood test records and such are gone. I think somehow your record and a cat's got intermixed. Well, I can fix that too. We deal with a lot of newly bound here." At this point, Kat just wished Brandy would transition to an internal monologue so that she wouldn't know just how screwed she was. She felt a prick as a blood sample was taken. Now she was really going to be marked as a Pet. She started to panic. This couldn't be happening. How could she go back to normal life after vacation when she was legally marked as a Pet? She started to hyperventilate. Brandy noticed and came over, stroking her head. "I know you're worried about your Keeper... it's OK, she's going to be fine, and soon you'll be back together as Pet and Keeper forever, right?" Kat's eyes got wide. Forever? Pet? That wasn't what she wanted! Brandy went around behind the cage, and suddenly she felt a cold draft as her diaper fell away. She blushed... only Kelsey had ever seen her like this. She felt a cold wipe on her crotch, and then the warm dry bulk of a diaper much thicker than what she had been wearing was taped between her legs. "OK, I'm all done with you. Since you're going to be with us for a little while we have a nice comfortable kennel run open right now, so I'm going to put you over there." Her leash was reattached, the cage door opened, and she was led firmly to a wire door, which was opened. She was guided inside, and her leash removed. The door closed, and clicked. "There is food and water here in these nipples that you can get to through your gag. Relax. Good girl." Now she was in trouble. Kat was only there for about a day before Brandy came in. Rather than her every-few-hours diaper change and feeding, this time she was cleaned much more throughly than normal before being diapered. Rather than being led back to her cage, she was to the waiting room, where another volunteer was waiting. Now Kat was excited. She knew what was going to happen! Kelsey was going to be released. With a grin on her face and a light heart, the maze of hallways was a blur. Kat saw Kelsey sitting in a wheelchair, her clothes on. The volunteer handed Kats's leash to Kelsey, and admonished Kat to get off the wheelchair, where she was trying to hug her friend despite all the restraints. A taxi ride home, and they were back at the rental house. Finally, after a day, Kat's gag was removed. She noticed that the muzzle stayed, though. "Oh Kelsey, are you OK? I was so worried!" Kat burst into tears as she could finally release her words and emotions. Kelsey sat on the floor, holding Kat tight. "I'm ok. I was knocked out, and they held me to watch for a concussion, but I'm ok now. It's all OK." "Uh, Kelsey, it might not be OK." Kat told her about Brandy, and how she had 'fixed' the registration. "Well, that explains something... I got a text from your mother yesterday." "You... got a text from... my Mom?" "Yeah. It just said, 'Congratulation's it's about time, and we're all very happy for you both.' I had thought she had made a typo or sent the message to the wrong person, so I didn't reply, but..." "If Brandy completed my registration..." "Then your family was notified..." "And now everyone thinks I'm a Pet and you own me." Kat and Kelsey thought for a moment, staring at the beautiful ocean view through the window. Kelsey was the first to speak. "Is it so bad? It's what you've wanted anyway. And... I enjoy it too..." Kat looked at her friend. "This is what I've wanted, and I want you to be my Keeper, but... do we pretend... forever? "You know, it's not pretending any more. The legal aspect is done. I own you, and your property, and everything, and I am legally required to care for you now, like it or not. Have you ever heard of a case where a Keeper/Pet relationship was undone? I mean, you work at the department of registrations. Surely if it happened you'd be familiar." Kate realized she was right. It didn't happen. The legal aspect was clear. She was Kelsey's Pet. She lay her head on Kelsey's leg. Turning her head, she took her nose and placed it on her friend's crotch. The bars of her muzzle kept her just out of reach, but she flicked her tongue, signaling her interest in consummating their unconventional relationship. Maybe her Keeper would reciprocate. It was, of course, what everyone expected, so she might as well enjoy it.

Thanks for the comments. Re-reading these early chapters, I do agree that it seems dark at this point. But I promise things get better for Jeff! Being a Pet isn't all that bad once you get used to it. Usual disclaimer... this is probably not for everyone, etc. -- I could hear Angie guiding Jenn. “He’s doing fine. He’s nervous, but keep the leash taut, and let him know that you’re there, and in control.” I knew this. I had taken the classes. I knew the behaviour training. The real surprise was that it was so effective on me. It worked. I was living the frustration that JoJo had so often expressed in our talks. But the pull of the leash was… comforting. It provided direction, and control, and affirmation that I was doing the right thing. I was lead around the store, over to the holding cages. There were a few other Pets there, waiting for a grooming, or a class, or just waiting while their Keepers shopped. I was taken to a cage on the end, and with some encouragement, entered. The cage door closed with a clang, and Jenn was left there, holding my leash which passed through a small access hatch in the cage door. “Tell him what will happen, and what you expect. You’re going for lunch, and you’ll be gone for about an hour and a half to two hours. You expect him to behave, and while you’re gone he should listen to me. He’ll be safe in this cage.” Jenn turned to me, and once again her speech went right to something under my unconscious self. I heard the words, but they just seemed reassuring, relaxing, and I knew that I could trust her, that she’d return, and that I would be OK. Angie would be there. I knew Angie. Angie would be OK to listen to until my Keeper came back. I relaxed, as my Keeper’s hand removed the leash from my collar and closed the hatch. The clear plexiglass cage door gave me a view of my Keeper walking away with the person I had previously considered a friend, but in the short term might consider an acceptable surrogate for my Keeper, for a little while, anyway. I looked around the cage. It was, clearly, a cage. It was only about three feet tall, but with my ankles held to my thighs so that I walked on all fours, the height wasn’t really a problem. Other than the door, there were two sides that appeared to be a solid… something… and the third wall, in the the cage beside me, was a dense metal mesh. I tried to examine my restraints a little more, but there wasn’t really anything to see that I hadn’t seen before in classes. Front and rear Pet Paws… a muzzle that I could feel but couldn’t really see… a very very thick diaper… well… not much I could do. Now what? I made a few circles in the cage, then tried to find a comfortable position to lie down. Looking out into the store, I saw the rest of my life. Pet products… Pets on leashes, some walking on two legs, some restrained, like me, to the ‘down’ position on all fours. All wearing diapers. All on a leash. Some with the Pet Paws, or similar… some with free hands. It seemed there were all sorts of pets wandering through the store. What I hadn't really realized before though was how happy and relaxed the Pets seemed. They walked along beside their Keepers, and I saw Keepers reach down to give their Pets a little scratch. They were on a leash but it didn't seem to bother them, and they reveled in the attention from their Keepers. I hoped my Keeper would give me that care and attention, and that things would get better. Then I saw a Pet on a leash that I recognized. I got up, and went to the door of my cage as JoJo was lead on a leash to the cage next to mine by Angie. JoJo’s eyes went wide as she recognized me. “Jeff?” “JayJay now, dear,” Angie corrected, as she opened the cage door and JoJo went in. “Come here, JayJay. Look, I will remove your muzzle so you two can chat if you PROMISE to not make a lot of noise. OK?” I nodded. I definitely needed to talk to JoJo right now. “OK. I’m going to bring you some food too. Come to the hatch.” I shuffled over, and Angie opened the hatch in the door. She reached in and using a key on her necklace she released the straps on the muzzle. I was free. Well, free-ish. I guess if I considered the removal of the muzzle being free… well… “Thanks Angie.” She looked at me, a strange combination of sadness and happiness in her eyes. “I’m sorry… that it happened this way, but I’ve seen the way you talked to JoJo.” She held my face in her hands. "I think… I hope… well, I hope you can soon find comfort and joy in this. I think you and Jenn will do well together. She doesn’t know the details of how to be a Keeper yet, but she seems kind, and loving, and I hope you do well together. I’m sure you’ll do well together.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt myself tearing up yet again. “Thanks. Thanks for everything.” “You know… the reason I pulled you to all the Pet classes was you, you know. I don’t know if I had a feeling, or what… but… I saw how you interacted with JoJo. I think that maybe I realized, subconsciously, that the training would come in useful. I don’t know.” She looked away. “You can get water from the nipple in the cage. I’ll get you some food. Talk to JoJo.” She left, and I turned to the metal partition between the cages. “Hi.” I said. “Hi. So… anything interesting happen today?” I couldn’t help but laugh. "You have the… best… sense of humor ever. Thank you.” I could smell her through the partition. She smelled different. Stronger. “So, any tips?” Now it was her turn to laugh. “I think that over the last year and a half you’ve heard everything. I think Angie was right you know. I don’t know how, but… she knows. She’s seen it enough times. Kind of like a human woman that can tell another woman is pregnant before even they know.” She shook her head. “You know my story, so it’s not like I’m going to tell you it will be easy, or everything will be roses. But, I know I spent most of the time complaining, or whining. I don’t think I ever really described the good parts. How good you feel when you make your Keeper happy. The joy of stretching out in a nice warm sunny spot on a cold morning. Being free, and even expected, to act like the animal you always wanted to be during sex. I don’t know your Keeper, but mine… Angie… is wonderful, and I do feel guilty that I complain so much. You make of it what you can. As you know, it’s not the life I would have chosen, but… there are wonderful parts too.” I sighed and nodded. “Yeah. I know it will get better. At least I hope it will get better. My biggest worry is Karen. We had such big plans. And then, I see her sister for the first time and… well…” I shrugged. “I feel that I disappointed her, and it’s like I’m cheating on her with her sister.” “Well, I hope you and she can work through that. She's been a great human friend to me, and I hope she can be that kind of friend to you too." Angie returned. She had stainless steel bowl full of brown flakes. She opened the hatch, and put the bowl inside. She looked at us. “You guys OK?” We both nodded, and she walked away to a customer that was asking for her help. “You should eat that. It’s not that bad.” I had tried Pet Chow before, in a Pet Nutrition class. It wasn’t bad… kind of like a very bland wheat bran cereal. I looked at my options… the or nothing... and mentally shrugged. I had seen JoJo eat many times, and it’s not like I had choice. I stuck my face in the bowl. She was right. The taste wasn’t… that bad, I guess? I looked at JoJo through the barrier. “JoJo… I’m scared.” She looked back, a serious look on her face. “I know what you mean. I’ve been there. I mean, you know all too well what I think of this. But… you have to trust your Keeper.” “But all the people… they see me… I’m supposed to be a college student but I’m here. I know it’s wrong to say… I mean, you’re in the same position… but… I’m not supposed to be here.” “Well, you’re a Pet now. You’ll have to accept that it’s a biological thing. You know that. I mean, before this morning, when you way a Pet when you were out and around what did you see?” “I saw… a Pet. I mean, Pets are Pets. I didn’t see them as human. I didn’t see them as… something I could become.” “But you knew, intellectually, it was a possibility, right? I mean, about ten percent of the population is either a Keeper or a Pet. That means a little over five percent of the population is a Pet. That’s five percent of the population walking around on a leash. Why? Because when they meet exactly the right person, their brain goes nuts. You know this.” “I know this.” And I did know this. I mean, I knew JoJo, and I had taken the classes. The intellectual knowledge was there. But… I had never considered the I was in the five percent. Well, maybe the Keeper five percent. But not the Pet five percent. “400 million people in this country. Five percent of that is… what, 20 million people? You don’t build chain stores called Pets*R*Us unless there are a lot of people on leashes. And, my friend… you need to accept that you’re one of the ones on a leash. That your judgement is not trustable. That you need to rely on your Keeper to make sure that you’re safe.” That didn’t help much, but I smiled. “I think we had this same conversation a year ago, right? I mean, I was the one telling you the exact same thing. I was trying to convince you that being a Pet was your lot in life, and you should accept it.” She smiled. “Yup. And it’s a difficult message to hear, when you still think of yourself as human. You will find your peace. But… It will take time.” “I… guess.” She changed the conversation, and we talked about the graduation, about Karen’s parents, about the news, about the weather. Anything except that we were both sub-human, locked in cages, wearing diapers. ** The hour and a half passed quickly. We talked comfortably, me nibbling at the food and water, gaining comfort in each other’s presence. Soon, we both got up. I was the first to see our Keepers approaching, talking to each other. I picked up Angie talking. “You get home late tonight, right?” “Yeah, the three hour time change means even with the layover, we leave here at 8 or so and get in about 11. Or, whatever my Dad said. It’s been a long day.” “I bet.” They arrived at our cages. I was at the door, nose to the air holes in the plexiglass, anxiously trying to catch a whiff of the scent of my Keeper. JoJo was more relaxed in her cage, watching me with detached bemusement. “So, we have a few hours. He’s been fed and…” she checked something on the outside of the cage… “he’s had a good amount of water. I’d suggest we work on conditioning and training. He’s very, very receptive to training right now, so I’d strongly suggest taking advantage.” “OK, makes sense.” “So, take his leash, and open the hatch.” I moved forward, excited to see my Keeper. My diapered bottom was wiggling back and forth. She reached in to attach the clip of the leash, and I relaxed into a blissful haze as I smelled her hand. My Keeper was back. Everything was OK. “Should he have a muzzle on?” I felt shame that my Keeper thought I needed a muzzle. Didn’t she trust me? “Ummm… well… I’m not sure we should trust him yet. He won’t hurt you of course, but I’d be wary of him around others. Let’s use the muzzle without the gag part.” Even Angie didn’t trust me. I lowered my head. Angie showed Jenn how to separate the gag part from the muzzle, and of course I let my Keeper fit the red plastic contraption to my head. After all, I got to smell her again, and I didn’t mind at all as she reached past my nose to lock the straps around my head. I realized I could still talk, but there were bars around my mouth, keeping me from getting my teeth near anything. I thought back. How many Pets had I seen wearing muzzles? Well… not many… except in that class about obedience with that one Pet, of course… and I realized it was about trust. Trust by the Keeper that the Pet would do what the Keeper expected. Trust that the Pet wouldn’t harm themselves or others. And I realized that Jenn didn’t trust me. She didn’t know me. I’d have to show my Keeper that she could trust me. Angie opened the cage door. I followed the guidance of the leash back to Room 3.

This last round of travel I was all over the world, mostly staying at a variety of Marriott properties (corporate preferred vendor, etc). About a week before staying in each, I sent an email just asking if the beds had a waterproof cover, and if not if one could be provided. This trip, with seven different hotels, none of them said they had a waterproof cover or could provide one. I was surprised... in the past most hotels made some sort of accommodation. I'm curious... for those who often stay in a variety of hotels, are there chains you've found that are generally more accommodating, or less?

Thanks again for the feedback. I just re-read bbyKimmy's story, and am making some changes to the chapters I haven't dropped here yet to be a little more consistent. I'll add some more tomorrow or the next day, depending on how much time I get.

Is the next chapter ready yet? Is the next chapter ready yet? Is the next chapter ready yet? It's ok, I'm waiting patiently.

Thanks for the comments; they are certainly appreciated! As I write this story (and I have a lot more written now), I am realizing that it might fit on other sites better, as so far the diaper side of the story has not been very prominent. Not sure how broad the appeal is, but I hope it can be interesting to some, so I will continue posting it here. -- A few minutes later Jenn and Karen came back. They had a shopping cart loaded with supplies. “I had a few questions,” Karen started, “since this is… unusual… first… a Pet cage is listed, but I think we can just get a travel crate, right?” “Yes, since you’re leaving soon, you can just borrow a cage for now, and then get one in California.” “OK, do we need all the restraints that are listed?” Angie looked at the list. “Well, the travel crate you selected- which is a really good one, by the way, I guess you were listening during the ‘Traveling with your Pet’ class- comes with a special muzzle that connects to the crate’s water supply, so you don’t need another muzzle for now. You do need the Pet-Paws… yes, the lockable kind, until he’s trained well enough to be trusted not to remove them… no, you don’t need the harness… yes, you will definitely need this.” She held up the metal contraption. I knew what it was from the ‘So Your Pet is a Male’ class. It was a chastity device. I whimpered, and Jenn laughed. “Why does he need this?” Angie looked at Karen. “Well… as you know… Pets and Keepers are very sexually attracted to each other. Very. And since you’re female and he’s male… well.. until you neuter him, he could get you pregnant. Usually Pet and Keeper are the same sex, so it’s not a problem, but in your case… well… at least one of you needs to wear a chastity device, and I assume you don’t want it to be you, Jenn.” Jenn laughed again. “Nope. Good point. Ok.” I had been silent, but I chose then to speak up. “You’re not going to neuter me, right? I mean… neutering?” I was panicking again. Everyone turned around with a surprised look on their faces. They had already forgotten that I could understand them, and talk, and had only a short time ago been a virile man. Angie was the first to respond. “Karen, open the travel crate, and take out the included muzzle. It’s a good one. At this point, I think it would be best to proceed without input from your new Pet, especially because it's someone familiar to us. I know it seems horrible to say, but the early part of this process is frankly a lot easier if you can disassociate a little. We need to think of him as a Pet, not a human, and he needs to start thinking of himself that way as well. Otherwise, we'll end up making decisions and reacting as if it's our friend Jeff, who we know and love and trust, as opposed to the Pet that Jeff has become, who we love, but don't know or trust." “Oh c’mon,” I tried to protest, “I’ll be quiet, I promise. Really. Please don’t put a muzzle on me.” By that time, Karen had found the muzzle in the included items in the travel crate, and was peeling the packing plastic off it. The red plastic looked intimidating. Karen handed it to Jenn, who brought it over to my cage. Angie instructed Jenn through the process of putting it on me, and what to say to get me to accept it. Jenn unlocked the access door at the front, speaking gently but confidently. “It’s OK pet. I’m going to put this on you. You’ll be fine. Relax. Let me put this on you.” Her voice froze me, and I didn’t feel the need to fight as the plastic contraction was placed on my face. First one, then another, then other strap was buckled and pulled tight. Soon, it was on and locked. I tried to talk. Only the faintest sounds came out. I tried to yell. Barely audible. “OK, much better. Now we can do what we need to do.” Angie handed Jenn a pair of scissors. “OK, it’s time. Let’s get all his clothes off. He won’t need them any more.” “Won’t he get cold?” Jenn asked, snipping carefully at my shirt, keeping a hand on the back of my neck to keep me calm. “No, a Pet’s body changes quickly. There are some obvious changes such as the lack of bladder control and the poor decision making, but other changes include the Pet’s metabolism changing to generate a lot more heat, so he’ll need a special diet that can supply the energy, and over time he will become lighter.” My top half was bare, except for the muzzle, and my shirt and the front of the gown were laying on the bottom of the cage. She closed the front access doors and opened the rear doors. Soon, my pants, the rest of the gown, and my shoes and socks were laying on the bottom of the cage as well. These clothes were wet, evidence of my new-found lack of bladder control. All the clothes were pulled out of the cage, and after my phone, wallet, and keys were removed from my pants, everything went into a trash bag. Now I was cold and naked, on full display, in a cage with a number of other people walking around me, examining me. Jenn seemed most interested in my genitals, reaching in and fondling them. Angie smiled. “As I said, the Keeper and Pet have a close sexual bond, and, frankly, neither would be able to control themselves. So, until you get him neutered, you should keep this locked on. Jenn, here, take these, and get his knees as far apart as possible.” “Spread your knees for me, my Pet. Good boy. Good boy for spreading your knees.” I moved my knees apart, obeying my Keeper. My Keeper reached into my cage, and I felt the leather straps tightening around my legs, holding my knees at the sides of the cage. I was now well spread, presenting an embarrassing view to what I had hoped such a short time ago would be my wife and in-laws. Angie took the chastity device, and showed everyone how it clipped around my balls and caged my penis, preventing sexual activity on my part. I could feel the weight. Angie looked around, and handed the key to Valerie. “You shouldn’t ever allow Jenn access until he’s neutered. Otherwise they _will_ have unprotected sex. You don’t want that. When you get home you should put it in a safe that Jenn doesn’t have access to. Got it? The next person who touches that key has to be the Pet doctor that will neuter him.” Valerie nodded and attached the key to her key chain, dropping the key to my release in her purse. I whimpered again, but no one heard anything. Angie went back to the shopping cart, coming back with a package of diapers and some wipes. “Good, Karen, you were definitely listening in the traveling class. These are the most absorbent with all-around coverage, and the cool thing is that they are designed so you can reverse them front-to-back. This way it makes it more difficult for the Pet to tamper with the diaper, as well as making it easier to put on a caged Pet. A good choice when he’ll be in the crate for a long time traveling, but probably too expensive for normal daily use… but you can get regular diapers back in California. Jenn, let me show you how to diaper him in the cage. It’s harder than when they’re free and you can just lay them on their backs.” She opened some more access hatches, and showed Jenn how to wipe me off, including down my legs where I had dribbled. I saw her unfold the diaper, and I felt her put one end on the small of my back. Pets wore diapers, I knew that. I had changed JoJo I don’t know how many times, and seen Pets be diapered in demonstrations in classes many times. I had never given a thought to it being me there, in the cage at the front of the classroom. The humiliation was too much, and I broke out into yet another round of sobbing into the muzzle. Then, the part I had been not at all looking forward to. The thick diaper was pulled forward between my legs, and one side was pulled up and taped on the back. The diaper was adjusted some, and then the other side was pulled up and taped. Then two more tapes tightened everything up. Even with my legs still spread to the side of the cage the diaper felt hugely bulky between my legs. The leg openings itched a little, and I tried to wiggle a little, not solving anything but hearing the diaper clearly crinkling. Then I felt two fingers running around the inside of my crotch, settling the leak guards and relieving the itching, but causing a pain in my groin as I responded to the intimate attention. “OK, now that he won’t dribble all over everything, let’s get him into his restraints. I really recommend that you go with both arm and leg restraints. Jeff is a strong Pet, and until you get him conditioned and trained… well, I know he’s a good boy, but he might hurt himself or others by accident.” Angie took the Pet Paws out of their packaging. Opening a front access hatch, Angie showed Jenn how to talk to me, to keep me calm, while she removed the cuff on one wrist. She then took my arm and placed it in the Pet Paw. I had seen them before, of course, but I had had no idea how limiting they felt. My fingers were held spread in a comfortable position, but useless through the leather ball. At the bottom of the paw were traction pads, arranged in the pattern of a cat or dog’s paw pads. My wrist could only bend a few degrees. They came about half-way up my forearm, and the zipper locked at the top. A metal ring at my wrist allowed Jenn to clip the paw to the cage again. Soon, with Jenn talking confidently in a commanding tone to me, both hands were useless. With the front paws done, they moved to the back. “I recommend that all new Pets be kept down for the first few weeks. First, their changing body will physically adapt faster this way, and it also psychologically reinforces their position. These paws are the best, because they have everything from the integrated knee pads to the thigh strap here that will keep them down. Let’s get these fastened on… Jenn, keep him calm…” Soon, it was done. “OK, last few things. Registration.” She pulled out a box. “I need a blood sample… I guess I got ahead of myself, as usually we do it on a finger. Oh well, any place will work.” Taking a little snap device, she put it on my upper arm. I felt a little pop, and she used a strip to collect the drop of blood. “Be right back…” Joe came over to Jenn. “OK, you’re booked in Jeff’s seat. Jeff… you… well, you’re flying Pet. Same flight time, but they want us to the airport a little early so that we can get Jeff checked in. I couldn’t do it here because we don’t have his registration number yet, but they said as long as we had them when we checked him in it wouldn’t be a problem." Jenn smiled. “Well, I guess it worked out about as well as it could have. I mean, I just got off school, so I have the whole summer. Hope you don’t mind if I crash at your place for a while, dad…” “Of course not. This is a big thing! We can have a little Binding party if you want... invite some friends over... cook some burgers. I mean, I had expected a wedding… but… a Pet is nice too. Cheaper for us, too. ” I slouched in the cage. Weddings. Working. Graduation. So many things that were important to me, now gone. Wait, what about my family? I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of them yet. None of my family had been able to afford the trip out to see me graduate… so none of them knew anything yet. I tried to get their attention, to get them to remove the muzzle so I could ask Karen to contact my family, but to them it just looked like I was having another panic attack. Jenn reached in, petting me, talking to me. More tears came out. Angie returned, a tablet in her hand. “OK, everything checks out. Genetically he’s as expected, no issues. No diseases found. So, last part. Normally we have you fill in a paper form and then we enter it, but given the timing I’ll do it directly. OK, Jenn, your name and address?” “Jenn Buxton. 123 Applegate Road, Seattle, Washington.” “Age?” “19”. “Sex - female… eyes - brown… height?” “5 feet, 11 inches.” “OK, that’s all for you. OK, Pet…” “Name? Well, I know that. Address? I know that as well. Age... 22 right?" Karen nodded. "OK, weight?” She looked at a display on the cage I was in. “180 pounds. Height?” She looked at Karen. “5 feet, 4 inches.” “Ok, Keeper, do you want to change his name, legally? I recommend it, to help him make the transition.” Jenn looked at Karen. Karen shrugged. “Most Pets have a name that is something close to the human name they are losing. As you probably know, most names for Pets are diminutive. Maybe something like JayJay for him? Kind of like JoJo.” Angie and Jenn both smiled, and Jenn. “Yup. I like it.” “JayJay it is then. OK, I think we have everything here. Oh, temporary address? This will go in his chip, in case he’s recovered. You can change it anytime.” Joe spoke up, and gave their address in California. “Right, ok… checking, checking, all good. This is a legal form, so Jenn, please sign here….” Jenn took a stylus, and signed on the screen. “His blood test functions as his signature, and he’s no longer legally human after the execution of this anyway, so…” she pushed a button. “Done. He’s your Pet, legally.” Jenn’s petting of me increased in intensity. I had no more tears to cry. "OK, so based on the registration…” Angie picked something up. I recognized it from another class we had taken. It was the chipping gun. She took a small package, and held it to an area on the table. “OK, chip’s programmed.” She looked at me. “Sorry Jeff… I mean JayJay, I hear that this isn’t pleasant. But it will be over quickly, I promise.” She opened a hatch on the top of the cage and used an alcohol wipe to clean an area on the side of my neck. She inserted the little pellet into the gun. Pinching the skin on the side of my neck she had cleaned, she pressed the gun to it and quickly hit the trigger. A pain as if I had just been stabbed came from injection site, and I tried to scream into my muzzle. “Good thing that muzzle was in, right JayJay? Here Jenn, hold this over the injection point until the bleeding stops.” I felt my Keeper’s hand on my neck, and immediately relaxed. She was talking. “You’re here. You’ll be fine. I’m your Keeper. You’re safe with me.” I felt myself slipping into a trance. “OK, last thing, Angie said. Did you pick out a collar?” A collar. The ultimate symbol of Pet-hood. I guess it was inevitable. “Yes, we have three… we couldn’t decide. The first is this basic leather collar.” OK, it wasn’t that bad. A basic leather collar. Angie looked at it. “Yup, basic locking collar. Not a bad choice.” “The second option,” said Karen as she held up a box I couldn’t really see through the chrome bars of my cage, “has tracking and monitoring. This was my choice.” "And the third option was this.” Jenn held up another box I couldn’t see. “Has the tracking and monitoring, along with what they call ‘Positive Pet Control’. What’s that?” Angie sighed. “I don’t like those, Jenn. They are… well, they’re shock collars, really. They’re for really stubborn Pets that need more consistent behavioral reminders to correct specific problems when the Keeper isn’t around, but I see too many Keepers who buy them because the Keepers themselves don’t know how to properly train or condition their Pets. The collar that Karen has is the one that I recommend… I guess she was listening when she attended my classes.” I closed my eyes. We had covered collars in a class that we had taken only a month or so ago. The monitoring collar would let Jenn monitor my health, alertness, activity level, and, if I managed to get free, my location. At the time, I had thought that would be a pretty great set of features to have it we ever got a Pet. Not so much for me. Karen opened the box, and pulled out the collar. Installing the batteries, they spent a few minutes downloading the app to their phones, connecting, and making sure that everything was working. While they were doing that, Angie fetched the metal registration tags that had been printed in another room, and attached them to the front of collar. They jingled a little. Then Angie opened the front of the cage. “OK boy, it’s your big moment. Reassure him, Jenn, and let him know you’re going to take good care of him. That he shouldn’t worry about anything. Tell him he’s a good boy.” I heard the words coming from my Keeper’s mouth, but they went past my conscious hearing. I held still and closed my eyes, a warm comforting glow around me. I felt the collar around my neck, and then the click as it locked on. I shook my head a little, getting used to the feeling of the collar around my neck, a feeling that would be there for the rest of my life. I opened my eyes, still hearing my Keeper’s voice. She kissed me on the forehead, and a tingling warmth ran over me. I felt owned. I felt safe. I felt like I was a Pet. ** Angie looked at her watch. “OK, it’s 12:30. That didn’t really take all that long.” I had been reduced from an adult with a freshly printed college diploma, to a non-human Pet in a wet diaper in a cage, in an hour and a half. Great. “I think that we all need a break. Why don’t you go get some lunch… I’m sure you’re hungry, and it’s been an exciting morning. I’ll take care of Jeff… JayJay… if you’ll help me for one moment, Jenn.” Karen and Jennifer looked at their parents, and shrugged. “OK… Jenn doesn’t need to stay with him, though?” Valerie asked. Angie shook her head. “He’ll be find for a little while. He needs some time to process this too. You’ll have plenty of time to bond. Why don’t you go out, and come back about two? An hour and a half? And Jenn, just help me with this one thing.” Meanwhile, she had unclipped my front and rear… paws, I guess… and released the straps holding my legs open. I was free. In a cage, but free. It felt good to move around a little. As I closed my legs, I could feel the thick diaper, and the metal cage on my privates. I saw her reaching into the drawer. She came out with a leash. “OK Jenn, come here and clip on his leash. I want you to tell him that the leash is an extension of you, and if he’s on the leash, it just like you touching him.” This had been covered in a class. I remembered. I knew exactly what was supposed to happen. I could fight this. I was supposed to feel as if my Keeper was there, and react on the leash as if it was her hand guiding me. I closed my eyes, trying not to hear her voice, but it wasn’t working. I could feel her control, and my willingness to follow her directions. “The leash is my hand. When you’re on the leash, you’re safe. When you’re on the leash, you’re in my control. If you follow the leash, you’re being a good boy.” The voice went deep into my psyche, repeating. When I felt a tug on my collar, I realized I was on the leash. Angie opened the front of the cage, pulling out the ramp under the cage, so that I could descend. I followed the gentle tug on my collar. The pull relaxed me. I could relax, and follow the pull of the leash, and know that my Keeper was happy, so I was happy. I descended the ramp, and Jenn, following Angie, headed for the door of Room 3. I had entered an hour and a half ago, half man and half Pet, still fully clothed I was leaving on a leash, the thick diaper a clear indicator of both my status and level of control, and the restraints on me a poor reflection of the trust others had in my ability to behave. I was at the same time humiliated and ashamed… humiliated that I was on a leash, wearing a diaper, clearly a non-human, but ashamed that I couldn’t be trusted to be a better Pet for my Keeper. I paused, but the firm tug of the leash was more than I could resist, and I followed my keeper out into the store, into public.

Thanks @bbykimmy! I will continue this... I realize this is not everyone's cup of tea. The diaper content in these chapters is not high yet, but in future chapters (already written) it does increase. It's much more on the Pet play side of things though, so far. So for those who are interested... -------------- I couldn’t believe this. Her? Me? It seemed so right in that moment. In the back of my mind, though, something was trying to tell me that this was wrong, that it was not what was planned, that it was going to screw everything up. I didn’t care. The imprinting in the Bond was so strong. I wanted to smell her. I reached out to her, and she pulled me in tight. I hadn’t realized it, but she was quite a bit taller than me, and she pulled my head down, onto her chest. It was wonderful. She smelled wonderful. I heard her voice, deep inside my head, tugging at unconscious controls. “I found you, my Pet. You’re mine. I’ll take care of you.” Her voice and scent were overpowering. I don’t remember what happened next. ** Valerie took over. “Oh no,” she said, reaching out to Karen, who was beside herself, still wailing “No”. She took Karen’s arm, gave her a hug, and passed her to Joe, still standing there with his mouth agape. “Take her outside.” People were definitely starting to stare, some of them seemingly in pity, some showing joy at the new Bond, and some showing surprise at the relatively unusual bonding of a male Pet to a female Keeper. It wasn’t unheard of, but an actual Bonding happening in a very public place, and especially of a male to a woman, was certainly gape-worthy. Valerie gently guided Jenn and I outside, not asking us to release each other, just guiding. Meeting up with Karen and Joe outside the door, we went over to a secluded area with a bench and some privacy given by the arrangement of the bushes. The few folks that were already there saw us, recognized what was happening, and gave us some space. At least it was better than standing in the middle of the busy reception hall. Karen’s mom held her in a supportive hug. Tears were streaming down Karen's face. “He was mine. We were together. We were going to get married. And now…” She sobbed. Her mom held her tight. It was an unusual situation. What to do next? “Honey, I know this is difficult… all your plans… but you know as well as I do that this is a wonderful thing that happens. I know it’s not easy now, but can you help me figure out what to do next? You lived with Angie and JoJo, right? Do you know what to do?” Karen’s eyes cleared a little. She was gaining control of herself, tasked with figuring out a plan. “Angie. She’s working at Pets*R*Us right now. She’ll know. It’s only a block away.” “Well, let’s head there. Better than being in the middle of everything here.” Getting everyone together, Karen started guiding us towards Pets*R*Us. ** About half-way to the Pet store, I started to come around. I realized I was walking, holding tightly to my Keeper. Jenn. She looked at me. “It’s OK. Yes, I’m you’re keeper. You’re my Pet. Everything will be OK, just come with me.” It was my Keeper. I felt comforted, but something was wrong. “…Karen?" I whispered. “Shh… yes, my sister is here too… she’s helping us… it’s OK… can you walk normally, just holding my hand? It would be a lot easier.” I slowly released my hold of her, making sure that I held on with one hand. I had just found her, and I didn’t want to lose her now. She was the most important thing in my life. The most important thing in the world. The most important thing in the whole universe. Slowly, I stepped back, still clutching her hand, not wanting her to get away. I looked into her face. Her beautiful eyes. She was stunning. I would do anything for her. She started walking again, and soon we were walking like a normal couple, hand in hand, me perhaps a little closer to her than was natural. My graduation gown fluttered in the wind. In a moment of clarity I realized that the gown would be among the last of the clothes I wore. I was now a Pet. I felt tears coming up as I realized that everything I had worked for… the schooling, getting a job, and Karen… oh, Karen… I still loved her… what would we do? Could I still marry her even if I was her sister’s Pet? Oh no, my Keeper lived in a different city! Of course I would live with her, but maybe Karen would come live with us? Hmmm... how could I trick Karen into living with us? Then I could have both my Keeper and my friend! Even as I thought it, at the same time I realized my mind had started down the Pet path of making bad decisions. The tears flowed, but I got strength from the hand, holding mine, guiding me on. I could trust my Keeper. Instinct, and her voice that kept telling me that I was her Pet, and everything would be OK, kept me just stable enough to walk. Soon we entered the front door of the Pets*R*Us. JoJo was there in the front display cage, where she had been so many times on my previous visits for classes, or to visit Angie. She was usually there when Angie was working, acting as a store mascot, and helping shoppers and their Pets by directing them to the right section, or providing product recommendations, or giving a Keeper a tip about Pet care. We saw her there often. It had seemed normal. This time, though, I saw her and burst out in tears again. Soon, I’d be in a cage, I knew. The conversations I had with JoJo about how she felt about being kept in a cage came back… the discomfort, the humiliation of being un-trusted to be able to keep out of trouble. I shivered and cried. My Keeper pulled me tight, giving me strength to keep walking. JoJo saw us, a look of confusion coming over her. Why was I with this girl she didn’t know? Why was Karen crying? What was going on? Then she read my body language. She realized what was happening. “Angie, Angie, Angie!!!” She cried, running around her cage. Her diapered bottom, obviously wet, bounced up and down in a way that I had though of as cute before, but now I realized that soon it would be my bottom that was diapered. Another moment of clarity struck me, and I realized needed to make a run for it, before it was too late. Mustering all my self control and focus, I pushed Jenn away. I couldn’t think of her as my keeper if this was going to work. I knew that in a very few cases, the Bond had been broken if it was fought against hard enough, early enough. I had to try. I ran for the door. I pushed my Keeper’s mom and dad out of the way. I saw a Pets*R*Us associate lunge to hit a button by the door, and the doors started to slide shut. I thought I could make it though. I focused. Run. Then, Her voice. “Stop, Jeff. I am your Keeper. Stop.” Her voice. I stopped. I sank to my knees. The doors closed. I could have made it to the doors, but the Bond… the Bond wasn’t going to be broken. She took my hand, more firmly this time, and she pulled me to my feet. We walked back to where I had tried to run. My Keeper’s parent's pulled themselves off the floor, and were dusting themselves off, surprised and annoyed. Angie came running up, the same confused look on her face that JoJo had had only a minute earlier, trying to figure out why I was holding hands with someone who was not Karen, why everyone was crying, and why there had been such a big commotion. Like JoJo, it only took a few seconds to read my body language and figure it out. The fact that I was now standing in a puddle of my urine helped clarify things as well, I suspect. “Oh, Jeff!” She looked almost apologetic as she came towards me, stopping on the way to give Karen a big supportive hug. “Come on, let’s go get you into a room.” She looked questioningly at my Keeper, holding out her hand. “Hi, I’m Angie. I’m a friend of Jeff and Karen here.“ Jenn smiled, shaking Angie’s hand. “Hi, I’m Jenn. I’m Karen’s sister.” Angies face lit up in surprise. “Oh! Well, that’s… interesting,” she said, looking at me, then to Karen, then back to Jenn. “Well, very nice to meet you. Why don’t you bring Jeff over to Room 3 in the back. I’ll have someone clean this up.” She gestured at the puddle under me. Room 3. I shivered. Many of the classes had been in Room 3. It was the larger of the three private rooms. Usually it had been JoJo, or another Pet, accompanying us to Room 3 on a leash to be the subject of the class, and I admit that I had never really considered how they felt. I mean, they were Pets. They were meant to be Pets. Now, I was the Pet, and I didn’t think I liked it one bit. Keeping a firm grasp on my wrist, Jenn lead me in the direction Angie had pointed, towards Room 3. I wanted to run, but I could feel the hand on my wrist, and I didn’t have the ability to fight it. I followed. Everything was hazy. Why was this happening to me? I’m not a Pet. I’m not supposed to be a Pet… but here I was… and the rest of the family following along, as if this were normal, as I meekly went where my Keeper led me. When we arrived at Room 3, Karen opened the door. I saw the exam cage at the front of the room. The bars gleamed silver, the end door open, as if beckoning, waiting for me. Sized to hold a Pet on all fours, it was designed to allow the whole class to see the Pet on display, and give access to their body for demonstration. No way. I wasn’t going in there. I wasn’t supposed to go in there. I pulled away, towards the chairs. Towards where I had sat in all the classes. Towards where I should be sitting. Jenn let me pull in that direction, not sure what Angie wanted us to do. There were three rows of chairs, and Jenn led me to the front row, and we sat. I wanted to run, but my Keeper kept a firm grip. My Keeper’s grip felt good. I liked that she was holding me. Trying to calm myself down, I looked around the room. I recognized the many posters on the walls from the various classes I’d sat here for… “Proper Nutrition for you Pet”, “Is your Pet wearing the right Diapers”, “Pet Grooming Basics”, and “Does your Pet Get Enough Exercise?” all stood out. They were of course sponsored by the various brands… PetChow, KC Pet Diapers (“For your active Pet!”), Pet-Shine grooming cream, and “Home Pet Runs”. I shivered. What would have meant one thing only a few hours ago completely changed when I was the Pet being fed, diapered, groomed, or exercised. I shivered and whimpered, and my Keeper pulled me closer, calming me a little. She pulled my head around to rest on her chest, which had the unfortunate side effect of directing my eyes at the exam cage up front. Mounted on a low platform, it was elevated off the floor, both to make it easier to see for those in the class, as well as make it easier to work on, demonstrate, or do whatever needed to be done, depending on the class. The chrome cage had closely spaced bars, with numerous hatches and openings to provide whatever access was needed while keeping the Pet safely inside. I knew that if I allowed myself to go into there, it was all over. I would be a Pet forever. I closed my eyes, tried to ignore my Keepers’ hand on me, and prepared with all my resolve to run, one last time. If I focused, I thought I could make a break for it. I would put my fingers in my ears so that I couldn’t hear her voice this time. I started to tense my body, preparing the flight-or-flight response. Just as I was about ready to push away and go, the door opened and Angie came in. Distracted, I forgot my plan. Angie looked surprised to see me sitting there. “Jenn, you need to firmly lead him to the front of the room. He looks like he was about to run again.” Jenn looked at me, tightening her grip. I could see her trying to read my mind. I shrank back. “Tell him he won’t run. Tell him he’ll do as you say.” “You’re my Pet… you will not run. Come with me.” She almost had to physically pull me, although there was no way I could resist her, especially when she repeated it. “Come with me. You’re my Pet.” It was only a few steps, but it was as if I had walked death row. I was at the entrance to the cage. Angie was there waiting. “OK, now tell him to ‘kennel up’. He needs to be conditioned that when he hears that phrase, he will get in the cage, crate, or kennel without any thinking. Do it now.” “Kennel up.” I looked at her. She had said it almost as a question. I didn’t want to. “More forceful. You can’t give him an opportunity or thought that he might resist.” “Kennel up!” This time, her voice carried the un-arguable weight of a command, and I found myself climbing head-first into the cage. “OK, reward him with a ‘Good boy’, and repeat the command.” “Good boy, Pet. Kennel up. Good boy.” Her voice was firm, and I felt the warmth of knowing that I was pleasing my Keeper. I was doing the right thing. I was being good. Getting in the cage pleased my Keeper. As I heard the door close and lock behind me, though, it broke me out of the trance I was falling into and I panicked again. This time, though, I was in a secure cage. There was no place to run, nothing I could do. I started bawling. Angie looked at Jenn. “Wow, that was close. I think he was going to run again. You need to be really careful with Pets at this stage… they often still think that they have a chance to run, and Jeff here was definitely on the edge. It’s important to get them in a cage quickly. Now that he’s there, though… you should maintain physical contact with him. It will calm him, and help with the imprinting and Bonding." I felt my Keeper’s touch on my neck as she reached in, and indeed I calmed a little. Tears streaming down my face, I looked at Karen. I could see her through the bars of the cage, sitting in a chair. See her through the bars of the cage I occupied. My cage. The chair next to her was empty. The chairs we had so often sat during classes. Her look told me all I needed to know. Pity. Sadness. Regret. Acceptance. Angie looked around, and decided she needed to take change. So she did. Not knowing what else to do or say, she fell back on her professional training. “OK, so welcome to Pets*R*Us. I know some of you… but for those I don’t, I’m Angie. I will be happy to help you through what I hope is a joyous, but stressful, time as you adapt to your new Pet.” Looking at Karen, she continued, “I know these times can have many loaded emotions, as some people may feel sadness, or even anger, as if they are losing a friend or family member, but I can only assure you that things will get better with time, and I hope you can help by being supportive in this transition?” She said it as a question, and Karen nodded. “Good,” she continued, “And Jennifer was it, right? As a new Keeper, do you have any training?” Jennifer, still petting me through the access hatch, shook her head. “No, I’m afraid not. But I hope… that… Karen, I know you have a lot of training. You were looking for a Pet, I know. This is.. weird… I know, but will you help me?” She looked pleadingly at her sister. Karen stood up, and then walked over and hugged her sister. “I won’t say that this is working out how I wanted… and I still have a lot to process… but you’re my sister, and I love you. Of course I’ll help. The fact that it’s Jeff… and we were going to get married… I’m not sure. It will be weird. But I’ll help you.” Angie smiled. “That’s great. I know Karen has taken all my classes already, so that will help a lot. For that matter, so has Jeff here, so for better or worse he knows what coming. It’s obviously hard on him, so he’ll need all the support he can get too. Karen and Jeff, I know you saw how hard it was for JoJo, so I know you are aware that sometimes a new Pet and Keeper have an easy time, and sometimes a hard time. I’ll help do what I can to give you pointers on how to make it as easy as possible, OK?” Karen and my Keeper both nodded. I just felt my Keeper petting me. She could keep petting me all day. I wouldn’t mind. Angie looked at her phone. “OK. I know Karen and Jeff had plans to leave today… so… I have to ask, what’s your schedule? It’s just after 11am.” Joe spoke up. “We have an 8PM flight home to , but Jenn was going to fly out at 3 back to Seattle. Do we… do we need to change it? What should we do?” Angie looked at Jenn. “You’re going to need a fair amount of help over the next few days. There are a lot of changes in the transition for both you and your Pet… if you could be with family, it would be a lot easier.” “It would be hard for us to stay here… and the flight was completely booked. I’m not sure how we we stay around to help out, or bring Jenn back with us…” Joe said, looking at Valerie. “Well,” Angie said, "you have Jeff’s ticket… and Karen, I think you said you were flying on NorthEast, where, as you know, ‘Pets Fly Free’.” Karen looked surprised. “Fly Jeff… as a Pet?” Angie looked sympathetic. “Karen, honey…” she gestured at me, locked in a cage, still wearing the gown from my graduation which was now wet in front. Joe nodded. "You have a point. Let me call the airline and see if we can switch Jeff’s ticket into Jenn’s name.” He pulled out his phone, and walked away. “It’s not ideal, keeping him away from his new Keeper for your whole flight, but you have a few days here for conditioning and imprinting, and I think overall it would be better to do it at home. So, to get ready, we need to prep your new Pet. First things first… she opened a drawer under the exam cage, and pulled out some leather cuffs and handed them to Jenn. He’ll let you do this, but based on his escape attempts and the look in his eyes, I think the rest of us should stay away. His rational decision making skills and judgement are likely slipping already, so while he wouldn’t harm anyone intentionally he might do something accidentally.” I watched as Jenn looked me in the eyes, and while keeping my attention she opened an access hatch near my arm. She took my hand, and buckled the cuff around it. It locked. Then, she put my hand back down in the cage and attached a clip there to the ring on the cuff. Closing the door, she repeated the procedure on my other hand, then broke eye contact to go behind me. “Keep talking to him so he knows it’s you. He might kick if he thinks he has a chance to get loose.” My Keeper’s voice kept going, telling me what a good boy I was, and how happy she was that I kept still. I felt relaxed, and allowed my limbs to be locked to the bottom of the cage. Jenn stepped away. I panicked at the loss of her touch, and struggled, the cuffs holding me tight. “OK, so given your choice to head home, which I think is the right move, you’re going to have to make some choices quickly. We can process the registration here, get him chipped, and give him his vaccinations, all of which will be necessary to get him on the plane. You’re also going to need some supplies, because I know you don’t have any, and there are some things that you’ll need. As far as Bonding, I’ll give you the pointers that I can in the time we have, but I strongly suggest booking an obedience and conditioning class for tomorrow morning. I can help you get into a class in a Pets*R*Us in California, unless you have someplace else you’d rather go?” “Uh, sounds good,” said Jenn. She was standing a few feet from me, and it seemed like she was coming to the realization of what was happening on her own. Angie reached into a binder she was carrying. “OK, here’s the quick list of what you need.” She looked over. “Karen… would you help your sister go shopping? Maybe your mom too? Focus on what’s in the ‘Your First Day’ section. I’d also suggest getting what’s in the ’If your Pet is a male’ section.” Karen nodded, and they left the room. I was alone. I was alone in a cage. I was a Pet. I started to panic again. Angie looked at me. “Well Jeff, I have to say I’m only half surprised to see you as a Pet… you and JoJo got along so well, I guess I would have taken a bet there you’d be here. But… your Keeper being Karen’s sister? A male Pet to a female Keeper, the sister of the girl he was supposed to marry? Well… that’s unusual!” I knew Angie was trying to calm me down, but she wasn’t my Keeper, and it just made me more anxious. Joe was still on the phone. I was in a cage. I was a Pet. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing. Panicking wouldn’t help right now. “What do I do, Angie? Why am I here? Why me?” “Jeff… well, I know you’ve talked to JoJo at length. Some people… well, I guess this sounds cliche, but some people are destined to be Pets. It’s not the kind of thing you choose, or not. It’s… it’s just who you are.” “But I don’t want to be a Pet! I don’t want to be in this cage! I don’t want to wear a diaper! I don’t want to be owned!” I sobbed. “What do you mean, it’s ‘who I am’? That’s such… bullshit. it’s not who I am.” Angie reached into the cage, caressing the hair on my head, scratching me. “But it is, Jeff. You found your Keeper, and now you’re a Pet. You can make the best of it, or you can fight it, but… you’re her Pet. You know as well as I do that your body and mind will change now. You can’t be trusted even now… look at what happened when you tried to run. You could have hurt people. And if you’re not kept in control, you’ll try other things. You know this.” I did. I had taken the classes. I knew that the mind of a Pet quickly lost critical decision making skills, and the ability to assess the impact of a decision. It’s why Pets were kept under their Keepers’ control, on leashes, or in cages. “Angie, this sucks. I’m not sure if it’s worse for Karen, or for me.” “Well, I think Karen definitely is going to have a hard time. You guys had your whole life ahead of you, with all sorts of plans. Now, she’s on her own, but you’re still in the family. You, on the other hand… well, I think Jenn will be a very good Keeper for you. And if you have a good Keeper, well… you’re set. You’ll be fed, cared for, and…” she smiled, "have all the sex you can handle. What’s so wrong with that?” “Well, I just pissed myself again, I’m in a cage, the person I expected to be my wife and her sister, who soon will be my legal owner, are on a shopping trip to buy me diapers, and as soon as my registration is complete I will have the legal rights of a pet hamster.” “Ok, so there’s that. But how was the play, Mrs Lincoln?”

@bbykimmy, I was so taken with your Keeperverse universe that I had to go off and write this down. I realize I am committing something of a faux pas in posting this first before asking permission to invade your universe, but I hope to ask forgiveness? If you'd like me to modify this in any way for consistency with the universe in your mind, or even remove it altogether, I will happily do so. -- Karen and I held hands as we checked once more around the our apartment rooms, now empty after a year and a half. Everything had been shipped to our new home in California. We took our suitcases that we’d be living out of for a few days, and went to the common area, finding Angie and JoJo waiting for us. Angie came over to us, JoJo close behind on her leash. “Congratulations you guys,” Angie said, giving us hugs, which we returned with feeling. I knelt down to talk to JoJo, reaching out to scratch her behind her ear, which she loved. “I’m going to miss you, girl. We’ve had a lot of good times together.” JoJo laid her head against me. She had tears in her eyes. Karen and I had not known Angie and JoJo when we found ourselves bidding for the same spacious three-bedroom apartment, and instead of competing had decided to just live together. It had worked very well, and Karen and Angie had become very close friends, while JoJo and I got along very well. JoJo had gone through a rough time after being Bound… I mean, she had been a successful and intelligent young woman, a senior studying engineering at the prestigious university we went to, when one day she had been buying groceries and looked into the eyes of Angie, a junior at the same university. It was instantly clear that she had found her Keeper. She didn’t take quickly to her new life, though, and for most of the last 18 months we’d known them JoJo had been struggling to adjust to her role as Pet. At first, I wasn’t sure how to relate to a Pet, not having grown up with one, but over time we grew close and had many talks, cries, and cuddles together. Since Angie happened to work at the local Pets*R*Us, she had pulled us in to many of the classes she taught (“I get paid based on how many people attend, so get your butts over here”) and both Karen and I had gotten a very good education in how to care for a Pet. I certainly didn’t have the same Bond that Angie had with her as her Keeper, of course, but I was happy that we had become good friends and confidants, and was quite knowledgeable about her needs and how to care for her. At this point, I sensed that she just needed to be held, so I held her, patting her lightly on her diaper-covered bottom in a way that I knew she found comforting. “You’re a little wet… want me to change you?” She shook her head, just enjoying being held. “You’re working tomorrow, right?” Karen was still talking to Angie. “Yup, 10 to 4. Maybe you can drop by after your graduation, for one last good-bye?” Karen smiled. The Pets-R-Us where Angie worked was only a block away from the hall we’d be graduating in. “I’ll try. But, just in case…” She hugged Angie one more time. “Thanks for everything, Karen.” Hug. “And you Jeff. Take care of her, alright?” Hug. A last round of hugs all around, and we left our apartment for the last time, trying to keep our emotions in check. ** It was a big weekend. We were moving out of our apartment, and the next step was to go meet her parents at the hotel. Then, tomorrow, we would graduate in the morning and head back to California, where we both had jobs waiting in the same city where she had grown up. This was probably the biggest set of changes I’d ever made in my life, and everything in 24 hours. We made it to the hotel, only to get a text from Karen’s father that their plane was delayed, and they weren’t going to make it to the hotel for dinner. Maybe drinks later in the evening. So, we headed out to a local Thai food joint that had been our favorite for one last meal and some “us-time”. While we enjoyed the food, we chatted about the usual things couples that have been together for a while talk about, especially when there are these major life changes going on. Schedules, money, plans, and priorities all got covered. When we had finished those topics, Karen brought up the next one. “So… are you going to ask me to marry you tonight? I mean, you don’t have to tell me… and I don’t know what your plans are… but I’d suggest holding off, if you were thinking about it… with my parents coming in late I’m not sure it would be the right thing to do right after meeting them for the first time.” She smiled her wonderful smile. I laughed. It was not in the least a secret to anyone that knew us that we would be getting married, the question had been when. All I had said was that I would ask her after school was over, and after I met her parents in person. “No, it wasn’t going to be tonight. If you have to know, I was going to wait until we were back in California with your friends and family, and make you say ‘yes’ in front of them.” She smiled, and reached for my hand. “You better not wait too long, or I’ll ask you first.” She clearly was the more dominant one in our relationship. She got what she wanted, including for example having chosen the city we’d live in. Not that I had any problems with going along with her decisions, but every once in a while I made a point of asserting myself, just to confirm our equality in the relationship. Choosing when we got engaged was one of those things, and so far she was OK with my taking the lead on that. We finished up, and while waiting for her parents to arrive took one last walk through the city we had grown to love during our time here in school. It was a warm evening in late May, and we wandered though the central square, watching the evening joggers and Keepers walking their Pets mingle with the growing stream of people headed to the local bars. Just as we considered having a night cap, Karen’s phone lit up. “Mom and Dad made it to the hotel.” ** “Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Buxton.” I had talked to them many times on Skype, but this was the first time I had been able to shake their hands. Or, at least, try to shake their hands. Both of them pulled me into fierce bear hugs. Well, at least I seemed to be stepping off on the right foot. “Jeff, we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to call us Mr. Call me Joe, or Dad, or Pops, or ‘hey you’, but not Mr, OK?” “And I’m Valerie, not Mrs. OK?” “Ok, Joe and Valerie, thanks." “How about a drink at the bar?” We quickly agreed on a nice single malt scotch for Karen, Joe, and myself, and a white wine for Valerie. I looked around. “Did Jennifer make it?” Jennifer was Karen’s sister, two years younger. “I thought she was coming as well?” Karen’s mother replied, “She made it… she's upstairs in the room getting ready for bed. She was really tired after the trip, so she said she’d see you tomorrow.” We talked about the weather, the local sports and how they weren’t as good as the California teams back home, the plans for graduation tomorrow, and plans for when we went back to California. We’d be staying with them for two week while we waited for the apartment we had rented to become available at the beginning of next month. Finally, the scotch had kicked in enough. “So, Joe and Valerie,” I said, a little nervously. Karen looked at me. “Not that I’m going to do anything tonight,” I added looking at Karen to reassure her that what I had said before was still the plan, “but sometime in the near future I’d like to ask your daughter if she’d be willing to marry me. I’d like make sure that you wouldn’t object before I ask her.” Her mom and dad’s faces lit up in shear joy. I somehow found myself in a bear hug again. Joe was exuberant. “Of course, of course, of course!” Valerie was a little more circumspect. “It’s about time…” Of course, that called for another round of drinks, but soon we were on our way back to our rooms, where Karen and I celebrated what we both saw as the end of the start of our lives in a way that only a happy couple can. ** The graduation was fun, and not as long as it could have been. Being that we were both a part of a small college within the larger university, we were in a small hall, more intimate than the stadium that the engineering school was doing their ceremony in. After the many speeches, well-wishes, and ceremonial pomp, I finally got to walk over to my favorite professor, get a hug, and receive my diploma. Waiting at the end of the stage for me was Karen, and we hugged. It was a proud moment for both of us. We went back to our seats and waited for the rest of the class to finish, which seemed to take forever when we wanted to get along with our lives. Soon though, the recessional played and we were milling around the outside of the hall in the reception area, competing for scarce bandwidth as everyone tried to call someone, locate someone, or share pictures. My bladder was burst so we made a quick restroom stop. Finally, Karen got a message that her parents were over by the stairs, and we managed to find them. Quick hugs of congratulations from her mom and dad, and then Karen pulled me over. “Jenn, this is Jeff. Jeff, Jenn.” My world stopped. She was beautiful. She was wonderful. Her eyes… her green eyes… and her hair, and her face and her body. Everything seemed paused. Only she existed. I saw a realization in her face. Her eyes opened wider. Suddenly I knew. The realization must have been on my face as well. So this is what it was like? The Bond? I’ve heard many people describe it, including talking to Angie and JoJo at length, but… words couldn't describe it. It was amazing. It was clearly so much more than Love that a couple shared. It was… a Bond. I heard faintly, in the distance, someone yelling “No No No No You can’t do this No No No Not Her Not You Not Now Noooooooo”, but it wasn’t the face I was staring at, so it didn’t matter. I felt someone hitting my arm, and hitting Jennifer’s arm, but it didn’t matter. Something was trying to pull us apart, though, and that did matter. I pushed it away, and it stumbled backwards. The pulling and hitting stopped. I could smell her. I could see her so clearly. “Hello, my Pet.” **

If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain... (I'm sure it was a stupid bot stealing pics, but that song was playing, and seemed to fit. )

Seems that Amazon recently added some actual diapers to the Solimo product line.... Anyone tried them yet? I assume they're the same as some other store brand? I really don't want to buy 80 diapers just to find out they are crap.

Here's another one. --- Twenty minutes into the four hour review, I knew that the FDA had already approved the therapy I had developed. I mean, heck, it literally solved most human diseases, and cured many forms of cancer. This time I would be rich. The first time I had been sitting in the same room, 10 years ago, I had also been expecting fame and riches, but I was naive. Just because I had been the one to figure out how to modify viruses to guide nerve regrowth, leading to solving most cases of paralysis in humans in one shot, had not meant that my company had seen fit to reward me. A small raise and a plaque, but not even a promotion. I made a bunch of executives very rich. Sure, I could take heart that millions of people could now walk, but that didn’t buy me a new house. Or, really, much more than a beer and a pizza. This time would be different. I had set off on my next project immediately, and it had taken me a decade to get back here. It had been difficult, obviously… if it wasn’t hard, it would have already been done. My hobby of writing and hacking retro video games actually came in strangely handy… what I was trying to was much like writing a full first-person, 3D shooter on a 4K display with only 8KB of RAM. I had a very limited palette and minuscule set of RNA into which to put my ‘code’ to alter the virus to cause it to attack all sorts of bad things in the body. I was building a ‘super immune system’ that was completely represented within a single virus. Others were working on the science fiction ideas of using nano-bots, or miracle drugs, or targeted radiation, but in my mind I saw that nature already had provided the perfect tool… a virus… but I just needed to get it to attack the bad things, or at least, tag them so a human immune system saw them as bad and let the body deal with them. There was one drawback, as the treatment caused varying amounts of incontinence in everyone who received it. That was, obviously, problematic… but, c’mon it cured most kinds of sickness and cancer. The company had spent a long time discussing what could be done, and was a little frustrated when I told them I couldn't solve that last little side effect. In the end, it was a voluntary decision to take the treatment and accept the consequences, so we went forward with getting approval. And, as I had expected at the beginning of the meeting, it was approved. There were handshakes and celebrations all around, as the company beancounters began to realize how much money I had made the company. Over the next few months, the treatment was publicly available. As expected, almost everyone was willing to trade not being sick or cancer for incontinence. The company made billions. I got another plaque. I did get a promotion this time, but I still was just paid my salary, not sharing in the company wealth. That was OK, though. This time, I wasn’t depending on my company to make me rich, and the financial risks my wife and I had taken were paying off handsomely. Very handsomely. As I lay in my bed a year after that FDA meeting, my wife pulled the diaper up in between my legs, the soft outer shell crinkling softly as she taped it up. She buttoned the onesie. It had been her idea, but she didn’t know it. Three years ago, I had been in a similar position, my loving wife indulging my desire to wear diapers in a way that only a loving wife can. She had leaned over me at the time, zipping up the sleeper I was wearing, and whispered in my ear, “One day, maybe you’ll cure continence, too, my darling,” before she gave me a deep kiss. Our investments in companies that made adult diapers were doing so well that I wouldn’t need to work ever again. And why not? I’d cured the human race of disease.

Hi folks, I’ve been fooling around with an idea that has been kind of fun for me... I started what I call a “Twenty Minutes” series of short stories. The idea here is that every story must start with the words, “Twenty Minutes”, and I rough out the story in no more than 20 minutes. Maybe another 20 minutes of polishing. They are little vignettes that let me explore a story idea, or a feeling, or a memory, or whatever. Perhaps in the future I, or someone else, can use these short stories as starting points for longer stories. Some are actual things that have happened. Some are based on an event, but ‘dramatized’, and some are simply fantasy. I'd encourage anyone else who has an idea that would fit here to pile on. It's fun... none of the pressure of writing a 'full length' story. One of these, though, as already turned into a story that is over 52 pages so far... need to get around to starting to post that some time. Enjoy, and join in! -j4f -------- #1 “Twenty minutes? You’ve only been laying here for 20 minutes, and the couch is SOAKED?” She had been pretty furious, and I knew I was in trouble. I had just collapsed on the couch with a beer for a few minutes to watch the Thursday night game after work. The alcohol and the long day had quickly caused me to nod off, though, and my body is well trained in what to do when I sleep. After a shower, dry clothes, and helping to clean up the couch, I sat down next to my wife, who had gone from off-the-wall-angry to shoulder-slumping-defeated. “Look,” she said quietly, “I know you don’t mean it. But this is, what, three times this month? Four? I know the doctor didn’t find anything wrong, but… I can’t keep going on like this.” My heart had stopped. I thought the next words were going to be, “We need to separate”. I started to open my mouth to reply, but nothing came out. She looked at me. “I think the rule is that if you’re sitting on the furniture… any furniture..., you need to be in a diaper. No exceptions. I don’t want to have to do this again.” Woah. That was not where I thought this was going. As a bedwetter, I wore diapers at night, but it was something I dealt with. But all the time? “But that pretty much means I have to wear a diaper all the time!” My relief at this not being about separation had morphed into a different fear. “Well, at home, probably, yeah. We should probably get you something reusable so that you don’t use as many disposables. You should look into that. But, I’m sick of cleaning the chairs and couch. If you’re working in the garage, or out of the house, then you’re not on the furniture and you can wear whatever you want. If you’re in the house anywhere near the furniture, though, yeah, you should probably wear a diaper.” Her dejected look started to be replaced with the determined look of someone who had a plan and was going to execute on it. She looked at me. “In fact, it starts now. You’re sitting on the furniture. Go get a diaper on. And bring your laptop down.” Upstairs I put my normal disposable night diaper on, along with my pajamas, and grabbed the laptop. The next hour was spent with my wife looking at cloth adult diapers, training pants, etc. While she was aware of the… urm… childish nature of some of the products, many of the options were surprising even for me. When we were finished we had spent a fair amount of money ordering a variety of products. Her mood had improved a lot, since we had a plan. Over the next few days, products started arriving, and we settled into a comfortable pattern. Many of the cloth pull-ups and such were quite comfortable, the slight rustle of the plastic pants and a little bulk being the only indicator that my underwear was not ‘normal’. It was easier to just wear them all the time, then trying to just when it was, or was not, ok. A year later, I’m used to being a cloth pull-up and plastic pants, pretty much all the time. My wife just referred to them as my training pants. Yesterday my wife reached into my sweatpants, cupping the plastic pant covered pull-up I was wearing. She frowned. “It’s really wet. Did you take a nap?” “Uh, no.” I replied. “So are your training pants so wet?” “I guess I dribbled a little.” “A little? It’s kind of soaked. Why didn’t you change.” “Because it’s annoying to have to take off my shoes and pants, just to change the underwear.” She paused. “There’s a solution to that you know.” I looked at her. “If you’re not going to change your underwear when you need to, then I will. But you’re right, I don’t want to have to strip you every time.” She looked me straight in the eye. “You're done with training pants. Go get a diaper and pins.” I love my wife. I love my diapers. Now I have both.

What do you tell them, and what do you ask for?