WillinglyUnwiling

Lovely story! I am so so into this! I adore your attention to detail and pacing. Personally, I love the slowed down details and it's how i write too, especially for the first time someone is experiencing something. I hope you continue!!!

I think you may be going a little easy on Ollie here, given the offense 😆— he knew what he was doing, but I'm glad you have sympathy for our protagonist. It's fun to play around with the poor impulse control that develops when someone becomes a pet, especially when their libido for their Keepers simultaneously skyrockets.

Chapter 16- Urges My body tensed hard and pulled at the sturdy straps that held my frame. Annie had been dying to try out the bed restraints ever since she hit ‘order.’ As soon as her delivery notification buzzed, she had dropped everything and dragged me into the bedroom. Next then I knew I was spread eagle naked on my back with soft cuffs gripping my ankles and wrists. And that could only mean that I would finally be allowed to cum for the first time since they gave me a vasectomy. For a pet, 10+ days of sexual deprivation was borderline a war crime. Annie was kneeling next to me on the bed naked, looking down with sadistic delight. First she had spent several minutes sensuously running her nails up and down my body with more than a little tickling thrown in. She loved watching me squirm. Now, her oily gloved fingers were teasing my hole, making me wiggle and jerk in my binds. “Ahhnn… aagghh,” I moaned around the large O-ring gag strapped into my mouth as two fingers slipped deeper towards my prostate, working in and out. “Mmm, you make such pretty noises for me, puppy,” she purred. She hadn’t even touched my cock yet and it was already throbbing and soaked in pre-cum. With her free hand pleasuring herself, she was simultaneously fucking both of us with impressive focus. I thought I would fuzz out entirely and fought to stay lucid in the wonderful but overwhelming sensations. “You’re taking Mommy’s fingers so well. What an eager little pet I have.” I could only keep making guttural whimpers in response. She brought her hand up from between her legs and slid her fingers into my mouth through the gag. Her taste was otherworldly. My tongue furiously tried to take in her fingers, drooling all over myself because of the gag. “Look at you trying to suck my fingers, you greedy thing. Mmm. Don’t stop, naughty pet.” She pressed her fingers deep enough to trigger my gag reflex, which amused her greatly. I was lost in the sensations of everything. I would’ve said yes to being a pet a thousand times just to get to this moment of pleasure. “Aagghh,” I cried as she worked my prostate faster and harder. After exploding into submissive ecstasy, my mind started to float away until Annie’s authoritative voice yanked me back. “Don’t you dare fuzz out yet, puppy. We’ve barely started. We have some lost time to make up for. And you, my little pet, still have a lottttt of training left.” She crawled over me like a stalking lioness. I worshipped every inch of my Keeper, every fiber of her being. She unstrapped the gag and positioned her knees on either side of my head. “That last treat was free, but you’re going to have to earn the rest. Now be a good toy for me and enjoy your meal,” she said as she lowered herself onto me. After bringing her to climax twice, she finally freed my face. I was panting and tugging at the restraints in unmitigated lust. She traced my body with her hand and then ever so delicately slid a single finger along my aching, leaking cock. It lurched desperately upon contact. I whined, “Please, Mistress, touch—” “—Hush,” she commanded sharply. My lust only grew as I cowered under her authority. She clutched my cheeks. “No speaking, love.” She kissed me passionately before stuffing the silencing muzzle in my mouth and buckling it in place. She tenderly bit my earlobe and whispered, “It’s time, baby.” Every cell of my body had been screaming for this since the moment I Bonded with Annie. A wicked smile spread across her face— that familiar grin of confident dominance. She mounted my hips and said “Now don’t you cum until your Keeper gives you permission. Understood?” My head nodded vigorously, using the one brain cell that was still working. She gave me a deeply loving look and slowly lowered herself onto me, taking me inside her. I thought I might actually die of pleasure. She moaned loudly, matched by my muffled cries from behind the muzzle. “Mmm, yes baby. You feel so fucking amazing inside Mommy. My lovely pet. Mine. Forever. No one else’s.” Somehow Annie’s command not to cum was enough to keep me right on the edge without tipping over. She had the keys to full control of my body. It was a total mind-fuck. She howled in pleasure and as soon as she granted me permission I immediately burst into the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. I flailed as much as the straps allowed and screamed into the gag. But Annie wasn’t done with me by a long shot. I couldn’t tell you how many times she came, or how many I did for that matter. They blended together in the hazy, euphoric pet state. By the time Annie was uncuffing my limbs, I was an puddle of absolute mush. “Oh my. Look at you,” she chuckled, “I’ve made quite the mess of my boy.” She ran her hand through my furled hair. “Not a single thought in that cute little head of yours.” She wasn’t wrong. She began tenderly cleaning me up while cooing sweet affirmations— wiping my face and cummy mess, spreading diaper rash cream in all my crevices sprinkling powder, and then wrapping me in a thick nighttime diaper. “Good boy for not peeing while your diaper was off. You did soo good for me, baby." I laid there fuzzy-brained and docile. She slipped baby blue plastic pants overtop my diaper. They were noisier than the diaper cover but much less bulky and overheating. Afterwards, she ran a brush through my unkempt hair and then lovingly massaged pet lotion into my entire body from neck to toe while telling me how good I’d done for her. I was in heaven, or more accurately, the deepest subspace I had ever felt. I felt so utterly safe and cared for. I was so relaxed I didn’t even whine when she slipped my paw mittens back on or clipped on the bed leash to keep me from going anywhere in the night. After her own routine, she joined me in bed, still naked. I wanted to give her aftercare too, to make her feel as loved as I did, but I was still so out of it from all the domination and functionally useless. Her arms swallowed me up and held my head against her chest. I managed to reach up through the haze to say, “I love you so much. Thank you for everything you do.” Best. Fucking. Night. Ever. *** I sat up with a big yawn and tried to scratch my ear with my mitt— unsuccessfully. My attention then turned up to my Keeper at her desk. “Annie, can I have something to eat?” I sidled up next to her and laid my head on her thigh in the way I knew she loved. She reached down and scritched behind my ear. “You just ate an hour ago, my love,” she said as she kept clicking through whatever work she was focused on. “But I’m still hungry.” She laughed. “You’re fine, sweetie. I fed you plenty.” “Mmm,” I moaned disapprovingly. “Then why am I still hungry?” She looked down and gently gripped my chin with her thumb and finger. It may as well been a vice grip. “Are you saying I don’t know what I’m doing?” I quickly sank to a submissive tone. “Well no, but—” “—I’m your Keeper, aren’t I?” “Yes.” “So then I know how best to care for you, don’t I?” “Yes,” I relented. “That’s right.” She turned back to her work. “Can I at least have my iPet back then?” “Well aren’t you just a needy little one this morning. Come here.” She put her hands under my armpits and pulled me upright. “What’s wrong? Do you need to be changed? Is that why you’re so fussy?” “Ugh, I’m not fussy,” I whined, “But yeah, I am kinda soaked.” She pressed into my diaper and then wiggled two fingers into the leg hole, tickling me. “Baby, you’ve hardly dribbled in this. So dramatic,” she giggled. “I think maybe somebody needs a little morning nap.” “No I don’t— I’m just bored, Annie!” I nuzzled into her breasts. “Come on, let’s do something.” Now that I could orgasm again and Annie had finally fucked me, my already-insane sex drive had returned with a vengeance, adding to my lack of attention span. She pried me off her. “Sit,” she ordered. My padded bottom quickly fell to the floor. She used a single finger under my chin to bring my attention to her eyes. “Ollie, honey, you said you were going to behave and let Mommy work. I know you want attention, and as much as I would love to play with you right now, I need to finish this write-up today, and so many other things. If you don’t think you can sit patiently, I can always go into the office for the rest of the day and ask Mrs. Clark to come watch you. So you let me know which of those you would like to do.” “No, I want you to be here! I’m just bored!” But she was right, I was being childish and nagging. Of course she had to work. “Tell you what, how about I give you some time outside in the backyard? Get you out of this stuffy room?” “What, like… by myself?” “Mmhmm! Between your leash and the fence, I’m not worried. And of course your training. You’ll be a good boy.” Before I could even respond she was leading me out of the room. “What about a shirt?” I asked worriedly as the tug against my collar pulled me forward. I hated going out wearing only my diaper. “Mmm, you’re okay without. I think my dramatic puppy could use the fresh air to cool off. I bet that sounds better than being kenneled, huh?” I begrudgingly followed her outside, where she swapped my leash for a much longer one anchored to the edge of the patio. “Down,” she commanded and clipped the leg restraints on. “Look at me, Ollie.” I knew what was coming, “The backyard is so warm, isn’t it? And it’s cold anywhere else. Stay where it’s warm.” I was so vulnerable to the power of the hypnotic suggestions she’d spent five weeks conditioning in me. She thumbed through her phone. “I’m setting an alert to go off should you somehow get off your leash, but don’t you dare even try. It’s clear we still have a lot of training to do, which we’ll work on as soon as I finish up work. Be a good boy. I’ll check you in a little bit.” And she was gone. So this is what I get for pestering Annie too much… The breezy air did feel admittedly nice. I had become accustomed to always running so warm, often because I nagged Annie into letting me wear shirts for modesty. Without Annie or any media, my boredom quickly grew. I moved around the yard a little to work out my energy, but without much else to do, I soon laid down in the grass. This isn’t so bad. I really shouldn’t be so whiny. I’d been so happy my Keeper was home so much lately. She still went into work sometimes, and Mrs. Clark— Michelle— from next door had to pet-sit me the other day for the first time. It was extremely awkward for me, but she was the over the moon. Having her change my diaper was somehow much worse than Ruby. While Ruby poked fun at me all the time, Michelle just wanted to infantilize me and baby-talk sweet things at me. They both only saw me as a pet. Fair enough. Chris and Liz struggled with how exactly to treat me during the visit a week earlier. I could tell they were trying to suss out if I was still the Oliver they knew, or if the Bond altered my brain enough to be somebody completely different. Truth was I was having a hard time telling that for myself. I had accepted what I was now, but who was I now outside of simply being Annie’s pet? I doubted I would see Chris and Liz all that much outside of the odd visit here and there. It was for the best, really. I wasn’t their equal anymore and seeing them reminded me of all the parts of life I didn’t have access to anymore, but I was very grateful they made the effort. Maybe I’ll find new peers among “my kind” now, I pondered. Ugh, do I even want pet friends? Annie had mentioned more training. We’d been doing a lot of it now that I could cum again. That meant more hypnotic conditioning after she got me in the fuzzy state, which I didn’t care for in the slightest. At least that means she’s playing with my cock a lot again.… Ugh, but I can’t wait until this afternoon! I groaned in frustration knowing Annie would punish me if she caught me trying to get myself off. It would be hard to get enough friction with the mittens and bulk of the diapers. But still, I was so turned on and Annie shot me down. I mean, she is pretty focused on work right now... I’m just a pet, after all, right? I have needs, I rationalized as my hand drifted downwards. Apparently I decided the walls of the fence garnered enough privacy and let my urges get the better of me. *** I repositioned in an effort to get comfortable, which was no small feat with my mittened hands clipped behind together behind my back. The leash slack was short too, not that I could go anywhere with the leg harnesses keeping my knees bent. I made what Annie had taken to calling a “growl-whimper” to voice my frustration— one of the only noises I could make with the muzzle in. What was I thinking? Of course she set up her stupid phone to alert her if my heart rate increases rapidly. I didn’t even get to finish before she had rushed into the backyard and dragged me into the house. “Bad boy, Ollie! Do you have any idea how bad that makes me look?! Like I have an oversexed pet I can’t control— getting himself off outside?” She’s not wrong, but still, it’s not fair! She’s the one who left me there with nothing at all to do. I can’t control how turned on I am! Now here I was gagged and restrained in a ‘timeout.’ And what’s worse was I could feel a bowel movement coming too. Apparently I was huffing loudly enough for Annie to come over and loosen the muzzle. “What is it, sweetheart?” "Pleassee, can you let me out now? My legs are cramping.” “Oh please, honey, they are not cramping,” she laughed, “You’ve hardly been sitting there, and you’re staying like this until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson. But you can have the muzzle out for now. You’re lucky I’m even letting you sit in your comfy pet-bed in front of the TV, instead of the corner.” “But I have to go,” I complained. “Then I suggest you get to it, mister. I won’t let you out before you poop. And If I don’t see any number two in that diaper by dinnertime, you’re getting a suppository.” Another growl-whimper of disapproval. “You want the muzzle back in?” “Sorry.” She sat down and stroked my hair. I eagerly worked my head into her hand. Her tone softened. “Even if I wasn’t monitoring your heart rate, I would’ve seen the evidence of your mischief next time I changed your diaper, silly. But you just get so tunnel-visioned sometimes, huh baby?” I was too ashamed to say anything and just nodded pathetically. “Mmhmm, yes you do,” she cooed as she pet me. “Well okay, darling, I have to get back to work. You sit here and think about why it isn’t very wise to break my rules. We’ll work on training later, but it won’t be nearly as fun as you’re used to. I have other ways to get you in a hypnotic state. I love you, naughty boy.” She disappeared back to her office. My stomach gurgled and reminded me how much my impending messy diaper was going to suck while stuck in this position.

I didn't think I would do a chapter like this with when I set out to write this story, but the further I got the more it started making sense to explore this perspective. I hope you enjoy the change of pace 😊. Thanks for reading! *** Chapter 15- A Shift in Perspective My knee subtly bounced as I sat in the waiting room, a well-worn habit betraying my stress for anyone that knew to look. There was no arguing it had been a challenging week. I was buried trying to catch up on all the work I missed and Oliver was not doing well with my absence during the days. It made sense. His entire world was turned upside down when we Bonded, and I had been his only constant through adapting to that. So me leaving brought him back to an awful, frightening place of insecurity. My heart broke leaving him that morning. He had been in such a fragile state for a few days. And frankly, as much as I appreciated Ruby watching him, she wasn’t really helping the situation. I just wish she could filter herself—like at all— and consider Oliver’s complex feelings. “I know he’s new, Annie, but he’s so bratty,” she said to me a couple days ago. “If he’s like that to me, I don’t know how you’re going to bring him around other people without a muzzle.” My sister had made me angry before, but this was first time in adulthood I had a knee-jerk urge to hit her, and over something pretty innocuous. But it was about my Ollie, and the protective urges I have for him are so fierce. And anyway, how could he dealing with this any better? He lost everything. It was an impossible thing to imagine, becoming a pet. I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even hear Beth, my therapist of 5 years, call my name. I hated leaving Ollie for longer to be at this appointment, but I needed a session. If I really wanted to help him through this and be the Keeper he deserved, I needed to make sure I was untangling the web of emotions in my head. “I mean…,” I sighed, “I love Oliver, and I know he loves me. But still, sometimes it just feels like I kidnapped someone. I keep him locked up, leashed, diapered. Nothing is his choice— I decide every aspect of his life. And the craziest part is all of it turns me on with such an intensity.” Beth, ever the expert at dealing with my rants, replied calmly and compassionately, “You know, you’re not the first Keeper I’ve had as a patient. And they’ve all expressed some version of that guilt. I think the rational part of you knows that you need to take control of Oliver’s life precisely because you love him and care for his wellbeing, but I understand your ambivalence over the situation. He looks just like a human, but the harsh truth is that his ability to be self-sufficient died the day you Bonded. That you can’t control.” She paused to let the sentiment hang before continuing, “And as for your sexual excitement over being in charge of him— well, you can’t control that either. It’s hardwired into you. Nature’s way of ensuring you actually want to care for him.” “But it makes everything murky,” I replied, “Like, if I punish him by putting him in his kennel or leashing him up, is that because it will actually teach him a lesson or because it turns me on so much?…God, every time he misbehaves or pushes back, it only makes me want to dominate him all that much harder until he submits. It thrills me.” It was true. Any act of rebellion from my pet was an opportunity to flex my power over him as his Keeper. And I loved it. The other night Oliver started complaining when I told him it was bedtime. He whined and whined until I pulled out my big bad Keeper voice— then he folded like a lawn chair and let me kennel him with no fuss. When I got to my own bed, the thought of him locked in his cage, depending on me to get him out and change his diaper, his little whimpering face— it all drove me wild. I couldn’t help but pleasure myself rotten before falling asleep. “Your instincts are there for a reason,” Beth calmly replied, “You don’t need to fear them— sure, maybe police them a little bit, but they’re there to be listened to. You love your pet, Annie. That much is clear. You can love him while also making sure he can’t get himself hurt.” I walked out of Beth’s office better than I went in, which was usually the case. In just two and half weeks everything had changed. It wasn’t me anymore, it was us. And I had a responsibility to take care of this precious pet of mine. I was grateful I had this outlet to unpack all that. Maybe I should take Ollie with me to see Beth, or to a dedicated pet therapist, I pondered as I made my way to my car. Or maybe this is all just normal and he’ll be fine with a little time and love. *** Things felt a lot better the past week. Finally setting up an office space so I could work from home turned out to be godsend. Ollie promised to behave and sit quietly while I worked, so I let him snuggle up on his pet bed right beside me rather than across the room. I hooked his leash around the leg of my new desk. He was still a little too impulsive to be let out of my sight completely. I don’t think I could allow him to be right at my feet all the time, however, because I could hardly stand how fucking adorable he looked down there. He would nap with an arm hooked around my leg, and in between meetings he would nudge my arm with his head to try to get some attention. My focus on work was severely compromised with my beautiful pet so near me. Oliver’s mood was night and day compared to how low he’d been earlier in the week. He was chattier, laughing more, and even asked if we could go for a walk so he could stretch his legs. He was in especially high spirits now that it was Friday. He’s more excited for the weekend than the one who actually has to work, I chuckled to myself. Not that I wasn’t excited myself. Saturday was finally the day we were fully cleared for Ollie have an orgasm since his neutering— well, a little past it actually, but he didn’t know that. I wanted to have enough time to make it special, because it was finally time for us to sleep together. The thought alone made my legs quiver. I wanted him so badly. I had never been more attracted to a man in my life. My Ollie was the absolute pinnacle in my mind, like he was designed specifically for me. I know he mourned his perceived loss of masculinity regressing into a pet, but to me he still oozed it in the best way possible. I loved thinking about this masculine pet of mine who would only ever truly submit to me. Though always bisexual, it took me until my mid twenties to really accept in myself. So then I may have overcorrected, and now I hadn’t dated a man in years. But Ollie and I aren’t actually dating, I reminded myself, despite however much it felt like it sometimes. Everything I read and listened to agreed it wasn’t healthy to approach a Keeper/pet Bond like a romantic partnership between humans. “He’s your pet. You hold a massive amount of power over him— you literally own him. There is no real equality in your relationship,” one podcast echoed in my ear. But still, there was no denying Oliver was my soulmate. The Bond saw to that. My thoughts trailed off as I sat down at the coffee table with my dinner. Of course Ollie’s eyes zeroed in on the grilled chicken steaming on my plate. I smiled and rolled my eyes. But goddamnit… adorable. “One bite,” I said firmly. He was sitting on the floor at my feet. His bowl was miraculously empty already despite me serving him his meal mere minutes earlier. “Three bites,” he retorted, flashing me a smirk decorated with his big blue puppy eyes. “Oh so we’re negotiating now?” I raised an eyebrow. “Come on, you said yourself my stomach was getting better,” he argued. I’d given him a nibble of meat once or twice just to see how he’d handle it, but I still wanted to play it safe and wait to introduce real meat into his diet for a while. “Two bites and a treat, and then you let me enjoy my meal without anymore begging.” “Deal!” he chirped and unconsciously wet his lips. I presented him with a bite of chicken but quickly pulled my fork back when he carelessly tried to chomp at it. “Ah ah— slow. And gentle,” I commanded. I saw him display the subtle face he makes whenever he tries to wrestle the human in him away from the animal to stay in control. “Good boy,” I praised and kissed his beautiful auburn hair as he chewed on the tender meat. I was learning his intricacies so well. I loved the idea that I alone knew these little signs of my pet’s quirks and inner thought processes. We just have to get through tomorrow morning, I told myself, One more not-so-little thing and then we can be together in the way both of us are burning for. One more thing. God, I hope it goes well. ***** “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked my pet, who was fidgeting on the couch under the front windows. His attention was fixated outside. “I can call them right now and tell them to turn around. It would be no big deal at all.” I really wasn't sure about this. “No, I can do it,” he assured me. “There’s no rush to do this, Ollie.” “I want to.” His blue eyes were determined, but hid an anxiety. But he was so brave in the face of this— I certainly couldn't imagine facing your best friends after becoming a pet. Chris and Liz. Of all the phone calls I had to make informing people Ollie had Bonded to me as my pet, that one had been the hardest. His immediate family were automatically contacted by Pet Protection Services. When I called them myself they were oddly…unbothered by the news. They lived in a different state and Oliver had since mentioned there was some strain on things between them, but still, they sort of implied it would be good for him to finally have some structure. It irked me. Is this how flippantly they treated him over the years? The idea made my blood boil. Whatever, I’m his family now. But Chris and Liz were a different story. They grilled me during that call— especially Liz. I didn’t blame them. For all intents and purposes, they were losing a friend, and now his wellbeing was in some stranger’s hands. Their concern was justified. It was honestly nice to know he had such protective friends. “Okay,” I said back to Oliver, “but I’m going to be right here the whole time.” I had read about how easily pets can be triggered by people from their past life. I wasn’t willing to run the risk of not being right at his side if that happened. “And also…” I picked up one of his leashes and he walked over to him. “I'm sorry.” “I understand,” he said maturely as I clipped it to his collar. I cupped his face and said, “No matter what happens here, you still have me,” before kissing his lips. “Here, since you'll be leashed to me...” I took his hand and started unbuckling the pet paw. I knew he was terribly self-conscious of looking like a pet, so I wanted him to feel a little more human. “I think you’ve earned it. Just for this visit.” His face turned to surprised elation. “Thank you!” He pounced on me before I could even get to the second mitten, planting kisses all over and making me giggle uncontrollably. "Come on, you goof, let's get you changed before they get here." *** The first couple minutes were the definition of awkward. There were the stilted hellos as Chris and Liz shuffled into the house, and the walking-on-egghsells greeting to Oliver. What I didn’t expect is how closely Ollie clung to me. He even sort of stood half behind me while squeezing my hand, as if he were subconsciously trying to hide. I knew he was embarrassed to be dressed this way in front of them. When I let him pick out his clothing, he had opted for his navy onesie. It was more babyish than one of the pet shirts, but those didn’t cover his diaper. I felt bad, but it was just too impractical to let him dress in any more clothing than that. We sat on the couch opposite of them and there was a pregnant pause— a silence which apparently Liz and I both felt the need to fill, and we spoke over each other. “I don’t really kno—.” “—Thanks for com—.” I gave an awkward, forced chuckle. Chris spoke up. “You look good, man. Lean.” Ollie squeezed my hand harder and shifted self-consciously in his seat. I could tell he didn’t believe the compliment. “Uh, thanks. It’s weird…you know, with the changing that happens.” He was sitting crumpled up with both feet on the couch, leaning against me— the way he always sat on the couch. But then suddenly he tried adjusting himself to sit upright with his feet on the ground, thinking it looked more adult— more human. I stroked his hand with my thumb. “It’s okay, honey,” I whispered as quietly as I could, earning a suspicious look from Liz. “So how are you, Oliver?” Liz asked, cutting the pleasantries, “Do you feel…I mean, are you happy… here?” She may as well have flat out asked if I was treating him well. It wasn’t an unfair question though, so I let him answer it. “Yeah….yeah, I am. As much as I can be, I think. It’s just weird, ya know...," he said bashfully, "It’s weird seeing you guys like this.” He subconsciously comforted himself by leaning into me more. Poor Ollie’s head was a mess with emotions trying to process the collision of his old life with the new. I watched him carefully. I wasn't afraid of cutting the visit short if I had to. “Annie, could we maybe speak to Oliver alone for a couple minutes?” Liz asked. I looked to Oliver. He squeezed my hand harder. “I’m sorry, Liz, but no,” I replied, “I get you’re his friends, but I’m his Keeper. I’ll be staying with him.” Liz gave me that same look of suspicion. No doubt she’s thinking I Stockholm Syndromed him into wanting me near. I didn’t really care. As long as it helped Oliver. “Lizzie, it’s fine,” Chris inserted. “What?” she replied defensively, “I just want to make sure he doesn’t feel pressured to say anything.” Okay, now that one kinda pisses me off. I opened my mouth to assert myself but heard Ollie’s voice first. “Liz, I don’t want her to leave,” he said, "I’m not being coerced into saying or thinking anything. Annie is my Keeper. I feel safe with her. And she takes really good care of me. Sure, sometimes it really fucking sucks being a pet, but she works so hard to make it better. If I had to be a pet, I couldn’t ask for anyone better to be my Keeper. I mean it.” That disarmed Liz. Her high alert seemed to calm a bit. I reached out and stroked Oliver’s arm. My sweet boy. The conversation progressed to asking Oliver more about how was adjusting, but without the accusatory nature. The couple was clearly being careful to not say anything that might upset him, which I appreciated. Ollie even cracked a joke about not needing to worry about making it to the toilet anymore, because it was already between his legs. Liz was still a little icy to me, especially when she would ask Ollie a question and I would answer for him if he didn’t speak up. “I want you to know we didn’t come here to say goodbye, man,” Chris said to Oliver, “We really don’t care that you’re a pet.” “Yeah, we still want you in our lives, if that’s okay with you…with both of you,” Liz added, looking at me. Ollie deferred to me to answer. “Of course,” I said, “You’re welcome to come see him anytime. But I do want to take it slow while we’re still adjusting to things.” More conversation and soon farewells were being exchanged. Chris hugged Oliver tight. “I love you, man.” “Thanks. I love you too.” An hour later, my phone lit up with a text notification from Liz. “I’m sorry if I was standoffish. I grew up around pets and have known a few not-so-great Keepers. I was just worried about my friend. I’ve never had a loved one become a pet. I just want him to be okay. I’m not as worried anymore.” I composed my reply. “Thank you. I don’t want us to be at each others' throats. We both want what’s best for Oliver. I’m glad he has friends that care so much, especially after his parents hardly gave a shit. I’m not trying to keep him from you, I’m just protective. He’s my pet, after all. I can’t help it. But you two can always text or call me if you want to talk him.” "Please, you better take good care of him," she messaged. "Always." I accepted it would probably take time for us to understand each other, but at least she had made a little bit of an effort. I was so proud of my perfect pet for handling everything so well, and I communicated that to him. I was continually amazed by his resiliency. And I was delighted to see his personality as a pet continue to blossom. He was witty, sarcastic, bashful, and so so sweet. I even loved his bratty mischievousness. It finally felt like we were getting in the groove of things. Ollie was exhausted, probably from the stress of the morning. He could barely even keep his eyes open as I was changing his very wet diaper. I decided to put him in one of the unbearably cute but oh-so-babyish diapers with the prints of little diapered animals on them since he wasn’t consciousness enough to object, knowing he'd whine about it when he was more awake. Sorry, love, I smirked, I’ll make it up to you later tonight. I put him down for a nap in his pet bed and went back to my laptop to check on my order status and peruse more pet sex-toys/restraints on my laptop.

Chapter 14- Adventures in Petsitting pt. 2 My second day with Ruby wasn’t really going any better than the first. After I had the bright idea to a sneak a cookie from the partially open bag she left out in living room, I found myself scolded and leashed to the couch. This left me a captive audience as she started going on and on about her plans for own eventual pet as I laid there apathetically. She couldn’t help herself from tossing in another passive-aggressive comment about how she was going condition her pet to love attention from all humans. With tactless jabs like those, Ruby really was the perfect target to project all my frustration onto over becoming a pet. “Maybe you two could be playmates. Oooh, like pet cousins!” she gushed, “Oh my god, that’s so flippin' cute!” “That is, if you ever Bond to someone and if you end up on that side of leash,” I snidely inserted. “Look, I was born to be a Keeper. I read all the books, I listen to the podcasts, I watch the reality TV shows— ‘Pets of the Stars’, ‘Real Life of Pets.’ I’m basically an unbound Keeper.” “Pfft, you are not a Keeper,” I scoffed. “You wouldn’t get it, there’s just no way you could understand the Bond.” I smirked, relishing the chance to be the smug one. “But maybe you’ll be able to when you finally do Bond and become a pet.” “Oh my god, are all new pets this bratty or were you just plain rude as a human too?” she huffed. “I would never let my pet talk back the way you do.” “Well I’m not your pet, I’m Annie’s. And I don’t need to talk back to her because she’s not a dick.” Ruby was standing over me in a flash, faster than I was ready for. She gripped my leash tight so I was forced to stare up at her. Despite my resolve, I felt my body instinctively cowering as my submissive nature bared itself. “You are such a bad boy! You are so lucky Annie told me I couldn’t muzzle you, or wash your mouth out with soap.” Her furrowed brow turned to a smirk, “But…I can put you in a timeout. And I think it’s well deserved. So let’s go, little pup,” she chirped. She tugged on my leash enough to get me to come down off the couch, pulling me in the direction of my cage. I used all my strength to pull back. “No! That’s not fair! I didn’t do anything!” “You’re being disrespectful and acting like a spoiled brat,” she retorted and continued to drag me. “This is bullshit! Just because you get off acting like a Keeper doesn’t mean I should have to suffer.” “And swearing too. Bad boy! Bad bad boy! Move, Oliver. Now,” she warned. “Do you really want me to tell Annie you disobeyed like this?” I huffed loudly and relented, letting her lead me to the kennel. With a firm hand on my padded bottom she pushed me in and quickly latched the door shut. “Annie is going to be so disappointed in you, pet," she said before walking away. Those words punched me in the gut. If Ruby knew what that meant to a pet, it would’ve been cruel. I wanted to bark something back at her but she had left and I was too emotional for any quick wit anyway. Is she right? Did I let Annie down? Of course I did. Ruby is her sister and I made her hate me. I’m such a selfish pet. I felt the coldness of my Keeper’s disappointment wrap around me. I tried to warm myself with the blanket, but it wasn’t enough. I could barely smell Annie, at least not nearly enough to calm me down. The sweater she left for me filled with her scent was still on the couch. I wanted to ask Ruby for it so badly but my pride and embarrassment wouldn’t let me. My disdain for her grew. None of this felt fair, and I hated that I was now saddled with this person in my life. Sleep was out of the question given my emotional state, and hearing Ruby’s idle chuckles as she scrolled through her phone while I was caged with nothing to do but wallow. She should be the one locked away in a cage, on a leash. I didn’t have a good sense of time since bonding; minutes sometimes felt like hours, while time spent with my Keeper flew by. I held out as long as I possibly could in the cage before getting up and looking out to catch a glimpse of Ruby eating some sort of avocado toast and watching TV. “Ruby, I’m sorry,” I announced, swallowing my pride. “Yeah, I bet you are,” she said nonchalantly, taking another bite of her snack. “Come on, Ruby, you made your point. Let me out. I’m cold.” “Oliver, you don’t tell me an adult to do anything. You ask. So ask me.” I bit my tongue. “Can you please let me out?” “And what are you not going to do anymore?” “I’m not going to…” I gritted my teeth, “talk back to you.” “Because you’re a what?” She’s the fucking worst. “Because I’m a pet.” “Good boy.” She moved to unlock the cage. “How’s your diapey?” she asked. “It’s fine,” I lied. “Ah ah ah, not so fast,” She caught me and felt around for herself. “Even if you were being incredibly snotty, Annie would kill me if I left you a soggy diaper for long. Come on, let’s change you. Diaper change time!” I was too defeated to put up a fight. I was still devastated thinking about how Annie was going to react to me defying Ruby. I stayed silent anything as Ruby swaddled my bottom in one of the horribly embarrassing diapers with infantile prints on them. I immediately b-lined for Annie’s sweater. It helped but I still felt cold. And humiliated. “I want to take a nap in Annie’s bed,” I said to Ruby as innocently as I could. “She said it was fine. Please can I?” “Why, so you can get into some mischief where I can’t see you?” “No! I won’t do anything, I swear! Leash me up, stay in there with me— I don’t care. I’m just so cold. Please.” I saw her face soften, as if she actually was a normal empathetic human. “Fine.” She picked up my leash and led me to the bedroom. I curled up in the fetal position, face buried in the pillows, trying to surround myself in Annie’s scent— anything I could to do alleviate the gray, murky cloud hanging over me. I was grateful Ruby left the room. I tried to keep my sniffling tears as quiet as possible. I woke up to Annie picking me up and pulling me into her lap. I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist. My eyes were still damp. “You had a pretty hard day, huh sweet boy?” She asked gently. I nodded, wanting to cry all over. “I’m sorry,” I squeaked. “It’s okay, love. You are warm and everything is going to be okay. I’m not mad with you. I talked to Ruby, and I understand where you’re coming from…both of you.” “I hate her,” I said softly. Annie let out a deep sigh. “Look, she’s just jealous she’s not a Keeper and she’s overcompensating with you. I mean seriously, she’s talked about wanting a pet of her own since we were kids. She’s always telling me about some kinky BDSM shit she’s doing in the bedroom where she can boss someone around and make them act like a pet. ” “Yeah well, I hope she becomes the pet…,” I grumbled. “Maybe then she wouldn’t be such an asshole.” “Hey, No. None of that, honey,” she warned me. “You need to at least try to be nicer to her. She’s doing us a huge favor helping out like this. She could be home resting before her ten-hour overnight shifts but instead she’s giving up her time to be here looking after you. At the end of the day she really does mean well, even if she comes across poorly…or very poorly.” “Yeah, but you should hear the things she says.” “I know how she can be, trust me. Which is why I’m not more upset with you. I’m proud of you for being so brave through all this change. But still, I don’t want to hear about you giving her a hard time like that.” “I won’t, but she’ll probably just lie about it to get me in trouble anyway!” I whined. “No, I’ll know. Because I’ll ask you and you will tell me the truth, won’t you, my precious pet?” She said in her impenetrable Keeper voice, with a hint of her irresistible flirting that made me feel small in the best way possible. “Mmhmm.” “Yes you will, sweet thing. Plus, I have the pet cams anyway,” she smirked. She bent down and kissed me on the forehead. “I know you’re having a hard time, but I promise it will get better soon. Once we both settle into things. I love you so much.” The next few days were better. Annie had clearly talked to Ruby and it didn’t feel like we were at each others’ throats as much. I found if I just indulged her desire to baby me a little bit, things went a lot better. I still didn’t like her, but appeasing her for Annie’s sake actually made me feel good— like I was showing love to my Keeper. I was in a good mood on Friday because it meant Annie would be home from the weekend. I was lot less snappy with Ruby. However, my body hadn’t cooperated to have my morning bowel movement before Annie left, which meant unless I could hold out until she was home, I was about to cross another mortifying threshold with my petsitter. Every minute felt like an hour as my gut grumbled. But I had learned by now that sheer willpower wouldn’t be enough to overcome my pet biology, so I finally got up and moved over to Ruby with my head low. “Um, Ruby?” “Mmhmm, what is it, boy?” “I have to go.” She looked up from laptop. “What, potty?….And?” “Well, It— it’s number two… I, uh... my body didn’t want to go this morning,” I said sheepishly. Ruby looked amused, not used to me speaking to her so subserviently. “Okay. Well if you can’t hold it, I guess you’re going to have to just go now then, huh? You don’t, like, need my permission, do you?” she asked genuinely. “No. I just…I know you don’t want to have to clean it... and you wouldn’t have to if, you know…maybe you just me let use the toilet,” I pitched hesitantly. It’s odd just how tunnel-visioned pets become when they have a desire. I knew Annie had pet cams, and even if she didn't, Ruby would never lie to her on my behalf, but facts like those just completely leave my brain when I want something. Ruby just laughed off my request and looked back at her laptop. “Oh come on, save us both here. Plleaassee?” I pleaded. She rubbed her eyes in annoyance. “Ollie, no. Just do your business in you diaper like a good boy. Now. Do you really want me to tell Annie you’re trying to break the rules?” I huffed out a growl and dragged myself to the spare room to at least find some privacy before I let out a gross, soft mess into the seat of my diaper. As much as Ruby normally delighted in my embarrassment, this wasn’t going to be very fun for either of us. After I carefully laid down on the changing mat, she took a moment to steel herself. I brought an arm up over my face. “Just get it over with,” I whined impatiently. “Don’t rush me!” she snapped back. “You’re not the one who has to clean your big stinky mess.” “Well you wouldn’t have to if you just unlocked my diaper for two fricking minutes.” “Hush, you!” she warned sternly. She put on some latex gloves and made a 'i can do this' face before peeling open my diaper. “Oof, I really shoulda brought a mask for this," she said while scrunching her face. “Shut up. It’s not my fault.” “I'll let that go because you're clearly just mortified for what you've done to this poor diaper.... But it’s okay,” she softened, and then pulled out a wipe, “I know you can’t help it. Sometimes pets get a little smelly. That’s all.” The cleaning took a while because she wasn’t as practiced as Annie. “There you go,” she soothed. “Good boy being still.” It was actually kind of nice to hear her voice being gentle instead of grating. Still, she couldn’t resist the opportunity to throw in some babying comments about me being a ‘little skinker’ and be amused by my discomfort, but all things considered, I guess it could’ve been worse. She gave me some treats after wrapping me up in a fresh diaper. “But I am bringing that mask next time.” **** I’m not sure there’s really a honeymoon period with being a pet, but there was definitely a surreal feeling to the first couple weeks where it still felt temporary, like an odd vacation from real life. Whatever it was, it had worn off around my fifteenth day as a pet. The permanence of everything really hit me. I was never going back to any version of what I had before. Being collared, owned, diapered— this was my future. As Annie announced she wanted to take me for a walk and I heard the leash clip close around my collar, it all became too much to handle and I jerked back. “No, I don’t want to go! Please Annie, let me out of this stupid diaper. I don’t want to be a fucking pet anymore,” I begged, on the verge of tears, “I want my life back! Please take off these restraints. Just let me go!” Instead of being offended and feeling like I didn’t want to be with her, Annie simply wrapped her arms around me and held me as I collapsed to the floor sobbing. She rocked me gently as I wept, softly whispering reassurances and rubbing my back. She held me all night and even took off the next day of work to coddle me. We spent the day soaking in each other. Annie talked long-term about our life together— about how eventually I wouldn’t need the restraints, or even a petsitter, and how we’d make new friends, discover new hobbies, go on trips, and build a life. Imagining my future had become a source of despair, but when my Keeper talked about it, it actually sounded like a pretty wonderful life. It made me feel warm and tingly hearing her talk about me being such a permanent fixture in her life. She wanted me forever. I'd never been chosen like that by anyone before. I had never been anyone's number one. I laid against her chest and resolved that I could bear it— embrace it, even. She was worth it. My Keeper, my caregiver, my owner, my self-proclaimed mommy.

Broke up the next chapter into two after it become a lot longer than expected, so next chapter very soon! *** Chapter 13- Adventures in Petsitting pt. 1 Ruby looked giddy. I was beyond annoyed she was about to be my temporary caregiver, but I was more upset Annie was going back to work today. I couldn’t help it. My instinctual need for her overrode any adulthood left. I was slumped over on the couch petulantly furrowing my brow while she was running her sister through how to look after me. At least I got to cover up with one of the pet-onesies Annie bought me, even if I was little warm. “Make sure there’s always water in the bottle mounted on the kennel, and in his sippy bottle too. The diapers he’s in can usually handle more than one wetting, but definitely still check him. And actually, he’s probably not very wet right now but let me show you how to change him.” My heart sank. At this point diaper changes with Annie felt somewhat routine after we’d spent the last week and a half building our Bond, but now this was another person, and I desperately hoped to avoid the humiliation of Ruby seeing my exposed privates. “You do know I’ve changed pet diapers before, right?” Ruby asked. “I know I know, but I just want to make sure it’s done right, okay? Oliver, diaper change time!” Knowing resistance wouldn’t get me anywhere and I would end up on the floor anyway, I sighed and reluctantly came down off the couch to crawl my way to the changing mat, being that my leg restraints were clipped. Guess I’m not gonna be allowed to walk today, I thought. “Good boy. He’s probably going to be a little fussy at first until he’s comfortable with you. But he’ll listen when you tell him it’s time for a diaper change, right Ollie?” She asked firmly. I bit my tongue and nodded. “Won’t he just tell me when he needs a change?” Ruby asked. “He doesn’t really know you, Ruby. It’s natural that he’s a little shy.” “I’m right here you know,” I inserted. “I’m sorry, Oliver,” Annie replied genuinely, “You’re right. You can be speak for yourself.” Annie brought the magnetic lock to my diaper cover. “Always remember to lock this again when you’re done. He already managed to get out of his mitt once, and he took his diaper off and made a mess in the bathroom.” I cringed at my blunder. “Naughty boy,” Ruby chided playfully. Ugh. Annie undid the tapes of the diaper and pulled it back, exposing my most private area. “He already pooped earlier in the morning so you probably won't have to deal with a messy diaper.” I was mortified. I didn’t think my cheeks could become anymore flush. “That’s a relief. No offense, Oliver,” Ruby said. “His incision is healing really nicely, but still be very very gentle wiping around it.” A handful of days since being ‘neutered’ and finally my balls didn’t ache so much and erections didn’t make me wince. Pets feel pain more intensely, but the upside is we heal more quickly too. “Please use lotion before you powder him. His skin is a little sensitive and I really don’t want him getting a rash.” Once I was re-diapered Annie brought Ruby to the kitchen to talk pet food. I resumed my moping on the pet bed. Soon Annie was standing by the door with her jacket on, rifling through her purse to make sure she had everything. I sat patiently nearby, just looking up to her. She caught my gaze and exaggerated a frown before kneeling down and pulling me into a tight hug. “Awww, I’m going to miss you so much,” she said while showering me in kisses. “But it’s okay, the day will go by faster than we think. I’ll call you in a couple of hours, okay sweetie?” “Okay.” I answered, with a hint of preemptive separation anxiety. “Remember, listen to Ruby. As your Keeper I am trusting her with you, so treat her commands like they were mine. Okay?” “Yes, Annie,” I replied dutifully. “Good boy. I love you.” She gripped my chin, kissed me on the lips, and then she was gone. I gulped anxiously watching her car pull out of the driveway through the window. Ruby and I weren’t off to a great start. I had pulled away when she tried to come pet me on the couch and the rejection seemed to put her in a sour mood as she sighed and pulled out her phone. I curled up on the pet bed and started exploring my new iPet tablet, eager to see what all it could do. I didn’t have access to any of the common apps or browsers, and what was there was annoyingly limited and filtered, like it was meant for small children. It wouldn’t even allow you to type a mature word in the search bars, it would simply delete it as soon as it was written. It was hard scrolling around the touchscreen in the bulky pet-paws, but the icons and text were very large to accommodate the mitts. I settled on the pet-safe social media app where photos and videos could be browsed. It was nice seeing all the silly memes about pets and Keepers. It added some levity to my new reality. Later I was scrolling through an app that was devoted to tips and tricks for dealing with pethood. I settled on a blog called “How to Survive Your First Weeks as Pet.” The commonalities of the bad and the good listed in the blog made me feel validated and less alone. Of course Ruby had to ruin my mood. “You know Annie said you can’t be on that thing all day, right? She said I have to take it from you after an hour, which gives you ten more minutes. You can have it back this afternoon for a while.” I growled quietly and went back to perusing the tablet. When Ruby sauntered over to collect it, she simply stuck out her hand expectingly. I just kept scrolling as if I didn’t even see her. “Come on, Oliver, give it here,” she beckoned. “Screen time is over. Annie’s orders. And I even gave you an extra seven minutes.” Invoking my Keeper’s name was the right strategy. I exhaled loudly and awkwardly clasped the tablet in my mittens for her to grab. “Good boy.” I didn’t like hearing it from her. It didn’t give me the pleasant tickle down my spine or rush of endorphins. “How’s that cute little diaper holding up?” she asked. “It’s fine,” I said plainly. “Hmm, let me check quick.” I felt knelt her hands grip my diaper and squish the padding. “Hey! I said it’s fine!” I barked indignantly. “And I said I was going to check,” Ruby shot back, “You really need to learn to listen to adults, pet. It’s not your place to talk back to me like that, especially when I’m just trying to help you.” Ugh, screw her. I felt my top lip quiver in anger but was able to bite my tongue and let her finish the diaper check. I scowled as she walked away with my iPet. “Why don’t you come sit with me on the couch?” Ruby asked, patting the cushion next to her. “We can watch a movie, or play a game. I brought a board game my friend’s pet likes. It’s super easy!” She held up an infantile-looking game akin to Candyland. It was insulting. I wanted to tell her off, but her she seemed genuine, and I had to keep reminding myself I was stuck with this person for the foreseeable future. Does my Keeper’s family become my family? Ugh, Ruby? Family? Well that would explain why she’s so insufferable. “Can we just watch TV?” I asked. “Sure!” she replied. I swallowed my pride and climbed on the couch. She put on a series about a woman who secretly desires to be a pet despite being an unbound business executive, and she lives a double life pretending to be a pet. Apparently it was one of Ruby’s favorites, and she started running me through all the characters and plot lines. I quickly grew bored and rested against the pillows. I managed not to jump when Ruby reached over and stroked my hair. Just bear it, I told myself as she kept petting me. I guess it’s not the worst feeling in the world… I jerked up when the iPet started abruptly ringing on the end table beside Ruby. That must be Annie calling! I tried to scramble over Ruby to reach it, but she blocked my body and grabbed the tablet. “Give it here!” I demanded. She ignored me while bringing the device to her ear. “Well hey there, sis,” Ruby answered coyly. “Yes yes, he’s doing fine. He’s right here. Ha, you’re just as clingy as he is,” she teased. “Give it to me, Ruby,” I whispered-yelled. She shushed me. I seethed impatiently. Annie was right there and I couldn’t talk to her. “No, he hasn’t wet yet. We’re just watching TV….Yeah, I can do that. I’ll make it for him right now…..Okay okay, here he is.” Finally she placed the tablet in my mitts. I held it against a couch pillow and put my ear to it. “Hi, sweet boy!” my Keeper beamed. I sighed in relief hearing her voice and felt my body release anxious tension that had built since she left. “Hey!” I replied. “I miss you. Are you being good for Ruby?” “Yeah, I am.” I shot Ruby a look to go away. She laughed and went to busy herself in the kitchen. “How’s work?” I asked. Annie told me about her morning back at the office and everything she was catching up on. The conversation was entirely too short before she told me she had to get back. “Ruby’s going to mix-up some of the juice we bought for you. I want you to drink a whole bottle with your lunch and at least two more before I get home. I know you’re embarrassed to wet yourself, but that’s no reason to let yourself get dehydrated, okay?” Not hearing a response from me she added, “Oliver?” “Yes, Annie.” “Good boy.” “So, what time are you coming home again?” I could picture her smirking through the phone in that ‘my pet just said something amusing’ way of hers. “I’ll be home in about 5 hours, honey. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah I know, I was just asking,” I said, sheepishly trying to walk back my neediness. “Oh, so Mommy’s pet doesn’t miss her then?” A subby shiver ran through me. “Annieee,” I said, embarrassed. I tried to angle the tablet to make sure there was absolutely no way Ruby could hear. “Ah ah ah,” she tutted. “I asked you a question— Does. My. Puppy. Miss me?” She spoke each word deliberately. I felt myself growing hard. I replied as quietly as I could without whispering. “Yes.” “Yes to what?” “Yes, I miss you, Keeper.” “Good!” she chirped. We said our goodbyes and soon Ruby was back with warmed-up pet food and a sippy bottle of juice. I couldn’t help but stare longingly at the sandwich she made for herself. I cursed my heightened sense of smell. I sat on the floor, where I carefully tipped the bowl to lap up my meal. “And you better finish that bottle like Annie said, or I’ll just have to pull you into my lap and feed it to you.” Yeah, right. Screw that. After lunch Ruby checked my diaper again. I had peed twice but wordlessly endured the sogginess in some ill-fated attempt to preserve my modesty. “Ooh, that’s squishy. You need a change, mister. Why didn’t you tell me?” I didn’t reply, rather just reluctantly made my way to the changing mat. I had been dreading this all day. Ruby positioned herself between my legs. “Okay, so I just press this key fob to the diaper cover annndd…there. Wow, that’s slick,” she mused as I lifted my hips for her to remove it. “Wait, so does it lock automatically or do I use this again?” she muttered to herself. I sighed. “I think it just does it automatically when it clicks shut.” I can’t believe I’m teaching her how to lock me back up in this cloth prison! Ruby wasn’t as gentle as my Keeper with her cleaning— it was more like a scrubbing. I jumped when she shoved a wipe-covered finger inside my butt. “Oooh, look at how cuuutte these ones are!” I looked up to see her digging into an unopened pack of diapers. They had infantile graphics of cartoon animals wearing diapers. Even Annie hadn’t forced me into these yet. “No way!” I spat. “Oh come on, there’s no way I can miss the chance to put you in these.” “Ruby, come on!” I whined, more pathetically this time. “Fiinnee,” she relented, “Plenty of time for them later, I suppose.” After she taped me into a plain blue diaper and let me up, she asked me if I wanted to go for a walk, which I vehemently declined. “Okay. I know some pets get the zoomies after a meal, so I just thought you might want to get it all out.” “Well I don’t. And even if I did I’m definitely not going anywhere with you dragging me around on all fours.” “Geez, watch the snippiness. Your manners definitely need some training,” she commented, “And you’re in those restraints for your own good, Ollie. You can’t be trusted not to wander off or do something silly to get yourself hurt.” It’s like everything out of her mouth was a patronizing barb. “You know, just because I’m a pet doesn’t mean I’m an idiot, Ruby. Or a child,” I asserted. “I doubled majored in economics and journalism. I had a full, successful adult life for over 12 years.” “Yes, but that was you as a human. You have a different brain now— literally. It rewires itself that quickly. So even though you retain a lot of the same information and personality, your development and neurological capacity have regressed.” She has an answer for everything, doesn't she? I knew there was no point arguing with her. She clearly had all her talking points down. But she was just so infuriating. “I’m not trying to be mean, Ollie. It’s just reality.” “Don’t call me that.” “What, ‘Ollie’?” “Annie calls me that. You barely even know me.” “Oh geez louise. You really need to get over some of this stuff, sweetie, being that I’m basically your aunt now.” “No you’re not,” I said sharply. “That’s definitely not how that works.” I sounded like a petulant tween. “Okay okay, calm down. I think maybe someone needs a nap this afternoon,” she said nonchalantly and flicked through her phone. It wasn’t the worst idea. I was a little drained, and it would bring Annie back to me sooner if nothing else, so I curled up on the couch and let myself doze. The sound of garage door finally opening later let me know I had made it— Annie was home at last. I didn’t bother hiding my clingy elation as she showered me in affection. It’s difficult to describe, even to myself, how being with my Keeper made everything make sense. The day with Ruby felt like a marathon, but now the balance of the universe had been restored. And watching Ruby leave felt almost as good as having Annie back. “How are these holding up?” Annie asked as she pressed her hand into my diaper. “I’m…wet,” I said bashfully. “Yep. Okay honey, let’s get you into something dry and then we can catch up on some snuggles. I’ll give you a bath after dinner. How’s that sound?” As good as good gets for a pet, I supposed. But still, the day had been long, and tomorrow with Ruby didn’t sound any more promising. I didn’t know how I was supposed to get through this long-term. My worry was interrupted as Annie’s fingers worked themselves into the magic spot behind my ears and I fell to her lap in nirvana.

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Yo, I'm back. I may not be able to post a new chapter every week, but I'll work at it 🙂. Thanks for reading! I hope this story is scratching your smutty itch to be a good little diaper pet 🥵 *** Chapter 12- "Just" a Check-Up I laid there in the pet carrier trying to scratch an itch on my nose with the velvety mitt encasing my hand. It was a feeble attempt, but one that I had grown somewhat accustomed to being that my hands hadn’t been free for over a week. I groaned in frustration and tried to roll over in the carrier. The straps of the harness made it annoying. It didn’t help that my diminished attention span and the motion of the car made me anxious and irritable. I had been taken aback when Annie announced we were going out to run an errand after the fiasco at the pet store the day before. After she told me it was to get me my very own pet phone, my mood lifted a bit. The trip inside the cell store was stressful, but uneventful. I was kept on the ground, muzzled, and waited patiently as Annie picked out a phone for me and added it to her cell plan. I was fully focused on staying in control during the excursion to make Annie proud. The model she bought was more like a tablet because of its size and held the prospect of digital stimulation and entertainment at my finger tips— well, paw tips. Annie promised to give me some time to try it out when we got home. I was excited. I was wearing one of the new onesie t-shirts with the snaps that Annie got me the day before. I went for one of the less humiliating choices; solid-colored red, as opposed to one with some infantile pattern or graphic. I was just grateful it covered my diaper and diaper cover, especially because my nerves caused me to dribble in the diaper. As the engine came to a stop, I perked up, except I wasn’t met with the now-familiar sight of our neighborhood. Instead, we were in a parking lot. My eyes darted around the limited view out the carrier and car until they landed on a red cross symbol— signifying a medical center of some kind. My heart dropped. It was a vet for human pets. Oh fuck that! My body lit up and tensed in fear. As Annie made her way around back I felt rebellion bloom from a primal place in me. She didn’t say anything about this! I will not go willingly, not even for my Keeper. Is she going to fucking neuter me?! This is too far! I felt my bladder give way and a warm stream flowed into my diaper. As soon as the trunk door opened, I was sputtering out protests and backed away from the cage door as far as I could. “No way! I am not going in there, Annie! I won’t—” “—Oliver!” My name hit the air like the crack of a whip from the lips of my Keeper. My body felt genuine unease and I reflexively cowered a bit. “You hush.” Her ability to pull the submission from deep within me was uncanny— downright supernatural. She unlatched the carrier door. “You’re going come here so I can put on your leash and your muzzle, and then we’re going to go into the doctor’s for your check-up. You’re going to behave and do everything you’re told and we’re not going to have anything like yesterday. Is that understood?” “But Annie, I—” “—Ollie...” This time it was more like stern warning from a dominant mother. “Yes, Annie,” I sighed. “Good. Now come here.” I slowly crawled forward while averting my eyes. Annie undid the carrier harness and clipped my leash on. “Open up.” She inserted the gag and strapped the muzzle in place. “Good boy.” Her tone softened as she scratched around my head and chin with both her hands. “I’m going to be with you the whole time. If you trust me then you’ll know everything will be okay. Nothing scary— we’re just gonna make sure my precious boy is perfectly healthy,” she cooed. As I moved across the parking lot on all fours, I tried to stay in sync with her by her side like we had practiced in the backyard. Inside the office my sharp sense of smell was immediately hit with a sterile scent. The tug of leash prompted me forward to the front desk. “Hi, we’re checking in for an 11:30 appointment. I’m Annie Summers and my pet is Oliver.” My attention was on the other pets and Keepers in the waiting room. One anxious-looking pet was sitting on her Keeper’s lap while he lovingly stroked her long blonde hair. Though clearly nervous, she preened under his attention. Another pet, also wearing a muzzle, was contently curled up next to his Keeper, who was scrolling through his phone. Annie led me over and sat in a vacant seat. “Sit,” she ordered gently, pointing to the floor next to her. My wet diaper squished as I rested my weight on my butt. Instead of pouting over being the ground I decided to nestle into her leg and lay my head on her thigh. Her hand played with my hair. I closed my eyes. It was nice, if I pretended we were somewhere else. “You’re such a good boy. My good boy.” She doled out other affirmations that pulled my focus away from the sounds around me. Eventually a woman in scrubs called “Annie and Oliver?” The nurse, Holly, led us back to an examination room. A padded tabled with a couple stairs leading up to it sat in the middle of the room. My anxiety rose imagining what awaited me. That unsettling feeling a hospital or medical office elicits was dialed up to 11 as a pet. As the door was closed, Annie knelt down and undid the snaps of the onesie, then drew it up over my body, much to my chagrin. “Alright Oliver, sweetheart, I need you to hop up on the table for me so I can get you ready for your exam,” Holly said sweetly while patting the table. I pulled backwards against the leash. I wanted to be anywhere in the world but in that room. “Oliver, up on the table. Now,” Annie commanded. Stupid irresistible Keeper voice, I cursed to myself as I crawled up the steps. Holly swiftly brought my wrist to the side of the table and attached a clip to the ring on mitt. Panic welled as she repeated it with the other wrist. I whimpered and tried to shift my weight to avoid being restrained. Annie gripped the leash tight. “Stay.” My body betrayed me as Holly easily pulled one knee to the side of the table and clipped it, then the other. Finally, she lowered a pole attached to the ceiling and clipped it to my collar at the top of my neck. I was effectively pacified and felt particularly vulnerable atop the table for anyone’s access. I pulled at the restraints and whimpered behind the gag. “You’re okay, baby. You’re warm and safe,” my Keeper assured me, her hands running along my body. “Ohh, looks like someone’s a little wet,” Holly chuckled as she gripped my diaper. An absorbent pad was quickly placed underneath me. “Just in case we have any piddles,” she added needlessly. I rolled my eyes. She snapped on some latex gloves and I was helpless to stop her from removing my diaper and disposing of it. She thoroughly wiped all around my genitals and butt. “While I’m here, I’ll get his temperature quick.” After a beat my eyes when wide went I realized what she meant. I desperately craned my neck as much as the restraint allowed to see Holly spreading some gel on a large thermometer. I thrashed in my binds and made disapproving groans. Annie took my head in her hands. “Look at me, Ollie. You’re going to stay still for Holly, yes you are,” she cooed babyishly, “because I’m your Keeper and I told you so, huh?” Her words had the intended effect and I stopped fighting and the submissive headspace swallowing my head, even as cool gel was spread around my hole. But I still yelped as the thermometer was inserted. After a nauseating minute the infernal device was removed was removed. She took my blood pressure. I bit down on the gag as she next drew some blood from my arm. Holly was making some notes on the computer when I heard the door open, but couldn’t see who entered thanks to my head being held in place. I was mortified to be atop the table, restrained on all fours and completely naked like some…well, animal. “Hi, Dr. Jane,” Holly greeted, “This is Annie Summers and her pet, Oliver.” “Hi there,” rang an all-too-cheery voice, “Lovely to meet you!” Dr. Jane strolled into my view and shook Annie's hand. Her hair was cut in a wavy bob, with the faintest touches of grey that betrayed her middle age. She was an intimidating figure given the context of my situation as she turned her attention to me and clapped her hands together. “So! Here for a new pet check-up, then? Hi, sweetheart. We’re just going to take a little look at you. So just stay still for me and I promise to be quick, okay?” She wasted no time in stepping towards me and examining my body. As she did so, Holly chimed in, “Normal temp and blood pressure.” She glanced at a little screen mounted on the exam table. “120 pounds. Looking at his registration, that means he’s lost just under 40 pounds since becoming a pet.” Dr. Jane nodded and looked to Annie. “That would be mostly in the loss of muscle mass, fat, and some bone density. His body should be mostly done shifting by now but just keep an eye on it.” Next her hands were running along my body, prodding and poking gently. Annie was stroking my hair. “Any concerns?” Dr. Jane asked. “No, not really. He did get into some cupcakes a few days ago, but he seems fine after a night with an upset tummy.” “Good. And how is continence?” “Well, he loses control of his bladder when he gets fuzzy, or when he’s upset or scared. And he wets in his sleep. It seems like he’s mostly in control of his bowels. He’s been telling me whenever he has to poop, but it hasn’t been everyday.” The humiliation washed over me like a hot flash as they discussed my bathroom habits. “It’s not altogether uncommon for a pet to retain some control,” Dr. Jane continued, “I would keep him well-diapered regardless, even at home, because incontinence can still develop long after bonding. You also really want to make sure he’s regular. Pets who keep control like him often try to hold it in out of embarrassment and shame. And with how sensitive their digestive systems are, that can be a big problem. So, if he’s not having a bowel movement at least once a day, you should probably help him along with some laxatives, and it’d be a good idea to have some suppositories on hand too.” “Got it. I already resorted to using laxatives once,” Annie explained. “…I was a little worried.” I shuddered at the memory. The doctor continued asking Annie all about my time as a pet— my temperament, my sleep schedule, what she had been feeding me, all while Holly was clacking down notes into the PC. I was becoming more accustomed to being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, but I still didn’t care for it in the slightest. Dr. Jane finally addressed me directly. “You’re doing a great job, honey. If I take your muzzle off, can you stay nice and calm for me? It’s what your Keeper wants.” She was clearly adept at dealing with pets and knew what levers to pull to garner obedience. My eyes met Annie’s, whose look confirmed the doctor’s assertion. “Good boy,” my Keeper whispered in my ear as she unbuckled the gag. I shuddered. My unconfined penis stirred to life. Dr. Jane’s hands were soon on my face. She cupped my chin and shone a light in my eyes— then my ears and nose. “Open your mouth, darling.” Her gloved hands pulled my cheeks back and she looked around my mouth. She doled out tips to Annie on the best dental hygiene for pets. “Okay, Oliver dear, now I want you to lay on your back for me,” the doctor asserted. Annie gripped the leash tight as my restraints were undone, I allowed myself to be maneuvered onto my back. I was in too deep to kick up a fuss now. They clipped my wrists to the side of the table just above my head and brought a wide strap over my torso. Annie was petting me soothingly. My humiliation peaked as Dr. Jane handled my genitals, thoroughly inspecting them.“Nice job keeping him clean and healthy down here. We have a lot of new Keepers bring in pets with all sorts of nasty rashes, but you’ve clearly been protecting his skin well as his body grows accustom to using diapers.” The restraints, the touch and scent of my Keeper, the stimulation from the doctor— I couldn’t help it, the submissive desire inherent to my pet biology was inflamed. I closed my eyes and worked my face into Annie’s hand and a erection developed. The doctor chuckled in response. “Sorry,” Annie offered, mildly embarrassed at my lack of control. “Oh, no. It’s completely natural,” she replied cheerily, “Hey, at least he hasn’t peed on me yet. That’s more than I can say for a lot of my patients. No, he’s a very good boy.” After a finger briefly slipped into my bottom, the doctor removed her gloves and declared,“Perfectly healthy! So, have you made a decision on neutering today? Or did you want to wait for any reason?” “Wait, what?!” I blurted out. Seemingly ignoring my concern, Annie replied “Umm…Well, I guess I didn’t even realize we could do it today.” “Oh, yes! Every new pet appointment with intersex bonds has time booked for the procedure. Trust me, the state really wants us to neuter as soon as possible.” I waited for what I was sure was going to be an assured ‘no’ from Annie, but her pause brought my attention to her face, where I saw her consideration. “Hmm…” “NO, Annie!” I cried, “You said we were only here for a check-up! This isn’t what—” “—Ollie” Annie interjected sternly, crushing my rebellion. She grabbed my muzzle and cupped my chin. “Open.” “But Annie—” I was quickly silenced as the rubbery gag was strapped back in my mouth. My heart was pounding. “It’s your choice, of course,” Dr. Jane added, “but there’s no reason we can’t go ahead and get it out of the way today. Assuming it’s just a simple vasectomy you’d like, recovery is usually a breeze. Keep the incision clean, no ejaculation for about 10 days, and he'll be good as new.” Another pause. “Okay, let’s do it,” Annie affirmed. Adrenaline surged. I didn’t even hear what doctor was saying next as I. My muffled protest and jerking limbs only served to have straps brought over my waist and chest. Annie knelt down and took my head in her hands. Her face was close to mine. “Shhh. Stay still, baby. I’ve got you. I’m going to be right here the whole time.” The nurse was quick to pin my arm down and inject something. A warm flash of lightheadedness ran through me, calming my resistance. A cool wipe was cleaning my crotch. Apparently I had peed on myself during my outburst. “It’s best to just get it out of the way now,” my Keeper continued. “We have to do it anyway, and this way you and I can…be together sooner. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” With the pleasant sedation growing stronger, Annie’s promise was enticing and I nodded limply. “Good boy. I love you.” was the last thing I heard before my head swam in peaceful darkness. *** Drugs, like most substances, hit pets extremely hard. It was something I was only passively aware of before becoming one myself. I couldn’t recall anything about waking up from the anesthesia, and very little from coming home. I vaguely remembered Annie carrying me, holding my bottom up as I straddled her in a hug—my head slumped over her shoulder. When I next awoke I was laying on the couch on my back with my head in Annie’s lap. My legs were spread wide and there was aggravating soreness emanating from my groin. I felt cool air on my genitals. My diaper was open, nestled underneath my bottom, leaving me fully naked. It actually felt quite nice. Wearing a diaper felt itchy and too warm around my elevated body heat. “You back with me, sweet boy?” I looked up with Annie with glassy eyes. “There he is,” she cooed and stroked my face “How ya feeling?” “It hurts,” I groaned. “Aww, I’m sorry. I can give you another dose of pain meds now.” She reached to the pill bottle on the end table. “Why am I naked?” “You were complaining about your diaper rubbing against the incision. And I thought it might be nice to let you air out a little. You peed right when we got home, so I figured it’d be okay.” I looked down as she spoke and saw a bandage on my scrotum. “Here, open up.” I obeyed and accepted a pill in my mouth. She produced the new pet sippy cup she bought and brought it to my lips. “Try to drink the whole thing for me.” It more resembled a baby bottle teat more than an actual sippy cup, but the indignity of it barely registered compared to being neutered a few hours earlier, so I diligently sucked. “So I know you’re probably not very thrilled with me right now—” “—I’m not—” I mumbled around the bottle. “—But,” she continued, “It had to happen sooner or later, and I think if you knew it was happening it would just give you time to worry about it. This way, you're only going to have to wait a week and you’ll get such a good reward.” She ran her hand up and down my chest sensuously. “I know that’s what you want.” Despite my sour mood, she wasn’t wrong. I wanted her in a way that transcended simple desire or lust. It was a cosmic pull. I looked away, trying my best to keep pouting. “I want it too, baby. So be patient for me and look forward to that. It won’t all be bad. Here, look.” I turned my head to see her holding a cookie. Damnit, I want that. I caved and ate it from her hand. “That’s it,” she soothed, “Let me pamper you a little extra for a few days— lots of treats, cuddles, attention… Also, I’m not supposed let your bandage stay wet, so I’ll change your diaper right away anytime you go. I bet that sounds pretty nice, huh?” It didn’t sound awful. I was already planning to milk the betrayal for extra privileges and played up my pouting. That evening Annie set up the pet tablet and showed me how I could access the “pet-safe” apps on the device. There were large icons to accommodate my hands being locked in pet mitts. I could use the rubbery traction pads to work the touchscreen. There were games, streaming apps, music, podcasts, and even a social media app made for pet use. I was grateful she had given me this gift, even if was also going to be monitoring and limiting its use. I got to sleep in my Keeper’s bed that night, where she made more tantalizing promises about the two of us being intimate soon. It was worth the painful erection. She pulled me close to her and I was out like a light in no time.

New stuff coming this week! New year has died down and now I finally have some time to post the next chunk of story and develop more.

In my mind when someone becomes a pet they regress in both maturity and to a more primal state, meaning there's an instinctual edge to a pet which isn't helped by their emotional instability. So being territorial and displaying small outbursts of aggression like that wouldn't really be seen as problematic unless it was frequent. I definitely picture this world having professional pet-trainers, and that parks specifically for human pets would be common. It's fun imagining all the ways the Keeper/pet dynamic would be built into everyday life, like diaper changing rooms in public spaces for pets, pet-friendly restaurants, pet-centric reality TV shows, etc. I know other Keeperverse stories have mentioned or elaborated on concepts like these, such as pet-care centers in big corporate offices, hotel rooms with kennels. It's fun stuff 🥵

A long chapter, but I had fun with it and didn't want to cut anymore out. *** Chapter 11- Comfort Zones & Instincts I stood fidgeting anxiously while Annie got her things ready to leave, including packing a pet bag for me with bottle of water, a clean diaper, and my muzzle. “Annie, I don’t want to go.” I sounded like a scared little kid. I couldn’t help it. The animal in me was skittish and the person in me was mortified. “Maybe I could just wait here,” I proposed sheepishly. “Honey, we’ve been over this. There are some things I need for you, like a pet carrier for the car, and you keep saying you want some clothes to wear, right? Well I need you there to shop for those. And anyway, you don’t have any choice in the matter— you’re coming. So now you only need to worry about being good for me.” To say I was nervous as Annie slid the leash handle around her wrist and grabbed her keys was an understatement. I had been ever since the night before when Annie announced she wanted to take me to the pet store. Now my heart was hammering against my chest. Taking a little walk down the street was one thing, but now it was a fully public, crowded space. The prospect of the exposure and humiliation filled me with dread. “Well maybe I don’t need to wear the diapers just for—” “—Stop,” she said, taking my chin in her hand. “You’re a pet, Ollie. No one is going to say anything or look twice. And before you ask; yes, the mittens stay on and no, you cannot wear one of my shirts. But you’ll have your own soon enough if you can be brave for me.” Of course I can, I told myself, more for my own benefit. I’m not a damn baby. And yet, my anxiety was still through the roof. “I know you’re nervous, but you’ll be fine, because you’ll be leashed to your Keeper. And just know that I love you and think you’re beautiful just the way you are.” She gently worked her fingernails into “the spot” behind my ear. My eyes closed and I could feel my knees buckle slightly from the delightful sensation and her affirmations. “Tell me you know you’ll be okay.” “I know I’ll be okay.” “Why?” “Because I’ll be with you.” “That’s right. You’ll be leashed to me, puppy.” She came in close, her breath hot on my ear. “You belong to me, and I won’t let anything happen to what’s mine.” I shuddered in submissive arousal but managed not to wet myself. I didn’t love having to ride in the back of Annie’s SUV in the janky built-in pet harness, but I knew it was against the law for pets to ride in the front seat. Most cars were built so the trunks were protective for pet passengers. Once there, Annie came around undid the harness. When she picked up the leash handle I reflexively pulled back. One last bid to hide my new self from the world. “Hey, look at me, pet. It’s warm out here. It’s warm close to me wherever we are,” she said, trying to activate the comforting hypnotic triggers she’d been setting in place the last several days. It clearly worked to some degree as my breathing steadied and my mind went a little fuzzy while staring back into her eyes “Good. All you have to do is stay right by me and do everything I say. Easy peasy. Since you behaved so well on our walk yesterday, we’ll try letting you walk upright again. For now. So keep being a good boy for me, okay?” I felt so exposed with my bare legs and naked upper half, my now-leaner body on display for everyone. There was a sign outside the store reading “All pets must be leashed. You may be asked to muzzle or harness your pet.” A mundane sign I’d seen dozens of times in public places, but it held a new weight now that was referring to me. Inside we were greeted by the lively sight of pets, Keepers, and other customers bustling about. Some of the pets were down on all fours and some were allowed to remain bipedal. A week ago I wouldn’t have given so much as a second glance to a pet passerby, now I was acutely aware of them; what they were dressed like, how they were moving, how their Keepers were controlling them. Now they were my peers. Some had muzzles on. The majority wore pet mitts of some sort. Every single one was in diapers. The sheer size of the store was intimidating in itself. Aisles upon aisles of everything you could think of related to caring for a pet. There was even a pet-care area where Keepers could drop off their pets while they shopped. My heart was racing at the sight of so many people. My anxiety instinctively voiced itself in the form of quiet, low whimper from the back of my throat. Annie rubbed my back lovingly. “It’s okay, baby. I’m right here,” she cooed. “Good boy.” She kept the leash slack short as she moved to grab a shopping cart. I actually welcomed the gentle tug of the leash on my collar. It let me know my Keeper was close and pulling me towards her. It was comforting. “Maybe we should go pick out some clothes first. I think that will help your nerves.” “Okay,” I replied passively. I wouldn’t have needed a leash to stay right by Annie’s side. I clung to her like a needy child as we moved through the store, over to the section for male pet clothing. Passing plenty of pets moving down on the ground, I was doubly appreciative for my freedom to walk. I resolved not to do anything to lose it. Annie began rifling through shirt options, holding some up to me for sizing. I could tell the clothes made for pets were as lightweight as possible, and designed to be breathable. Some of the material resembled sportswear, some was mesh. There were different cutsie patterns and sayings printed on. Some had visible brands like “Nike Pet: comfort for your active pet.” I was amazed at all the different options. The longer we spent in the store, the less anxious I became as I realized Annie was right; nobody was paying me any mind. I was just another leashed and diapered pet, completely mundane to everyone passing us. None of them could’ve known I was adult human like them less than a week ago. “So I was thinking we would start with a few shirts and see how you get along. Maybe a few of the sleeveless tanks too. I don’t want you overheating. What do you think?” My eyes scanned some of the options. “Uh…I guess I’m not that picky. I just want something to not feel so…naked all the time.” “Here, these ones have a built-in diaper cover at the bottom.” She looked through section of shirts that ended in snaps down around the diaper area. I liked the idea of the modesty they provided, but couldn’t shake the comparison to a baby’s onesie. It still beat exposed diapers. She piled some of the pet-onesies, loose shirts, and tank tops into the cart. I was happy enough at the prospect of feeling more human with the clothing that I didn’t kick up a fuss at some of the infantilizing pet designs she was grabbing. I didn’t think my cheeks could get any redder as she pulled out one that read “Mommy’s Good Pet” and gave me a coy smirk. Luckily it seemed like she only wanted to tease me a bit and put it back on the rack. We moved over to the cages and carriers section to find something for Annie’s car. I didn’t like the looks of any of them. They all seemed confining and much smaller than my kennel at home, likely so that they were more protective in the event of a crash. “Why can’t I just wear a seat belt in the back?” I groaned. “Because it’s illegal. It’s either a carrier or a pet car seat.” She turned and gestured to the options for the latter. They all just looked like giant toddler car seats. My choices were both bad. “I think a carrier is probably our best option,” she posited, “If you really hate it after a while we can try one of the car seats.” She had me get down and try out several of the carriers. I was incredibly embarrassed and whined it the whole time. One was especially well-padded and had a harness system in it that would lock up upon any impact like a seat belt. As I was laying down inside telling Annie how it felt, I heard another voice approaching. “That’s a good choice! It’s the same one I have for Charli here.” I looked out the barred window to see another Keeper/pet pair. The woman looked to be in her 40s. Her pet down on all fours, Charli, seemed to be in her late 20s maybe, but it was always difficult to tell with pets, being that they retain youthful looks through much of their life. She sat on the ground contently at her Keeper’s feet wearing a skimpy crop top with her hair in a cute side ponytail. Annie began engaging the Keeper in small talk about which products she would recommend for a new pet. I crawled out of the carrier sheepishly. Charli smiled at me. I didn’t know how to react. I hadn’t interacted with another pet yet. What is the etiquette supposed to be between two semi-humans? Before I could stand she was approaching me on all fours and I froze up defensively and just sat on the ground. “Hi,” she said innocently. “Um…hi,” I muttered bashfully. She leaned in a bit closer and gave me a sniff, to which I was a little taken aback. In the corner of my eye I could see Annie was closely observing this exchange while still engaged in her conversation. I felt my leash slack become shorter as the jingle of the clasp against my collar’s ring louded reminded me it was there. “So, new pet, huh?” Charli asked me. “Yeah. Six days.” “The first couple weeks are always the hardest. Lots of emotions. I still remember that pretty well.” “How long have you… ya know, been a pet?” “Hmm, 6, 7 years? Something like that. I kinda lose track sometimes.” “Woah. Do you miss it, being human?” I asked. “Honestly? No. I barely even remember what it was like. But the stress of work, money, needing to figure everything out all the time? No thank you. We’re just not made for being adults,” she posited cheerily, presumably lumping me in with herself when she said ‘we’. “Being a pet is so freeing. All you have to worry about is being cute and sweet and making your Keeper happy. I wouldn’t trade it for anything! And I love Kara more than I ever could’ve loved anyone as a human.” I would’ve never considered being a pet to be ‘freeing.’ It was the opposite of that in every way, wasn’t it? But Charli’s perspective was an intriguing one. I had to admit, the prospect of being basically free of any responsibility was a little liberating by definition, but it came at the cost of all your other freedoms. Still, it was an outlook I hadn’t considered and made me think. “Alright, come on, Charli-girl. We gotta get going,” Kara said sweetly to her pet. “I know the beginning is hard. It’ll get better really soon!” Charli chirped me with a big, child-like smile on her face. Off they went with Charli contently prancing along the ground beside her Keeper. Annie grabbed the tag for the carrier to collect it up front at checkout. I stood back up and she pulled me in close so she could kiss me. “Good boy being so well-behaved with them. I’m so proud of you.” I was proud of myself too, for earning her praise. We browsed more of the store for things Annie wanted to pick-up, like a few more leash options, a water bottle with a sippy-cup lid that vaguely resembled a baby bottle, some delicious-looking treats, and a pet-remote with big buttons so I could control the TV in the mittens. Soon the cart was filling up. We looked at some at some muzzles, which all looked awful to me. As we perused, an employee came up us to see if Annie had any questions about the products. I just stood there quietly and shrank into myself. “Well, the one we have works really nice and seems to be pretty comfortable for him,” Annie explained and grabbed my muzzle from her bag. “It’s a good option for sure when you want to keep him quiet and some pets actually find the gag soothing, but you might also want to look at some of these styles. They’re nice because they don’t have a full gag attached but will still keep him from biting anything. Most pets feel like they’re less confining.” She took a few options off the shelves. One had an opening over the mouth with little rubber bars across. One looked like mine but didn’t have the rubber bulb that went in the mouth. Annie grabbed that one and thanked the employee before we kept moving. By now, my shrunken pet bladder was alerting me to the need to pee. I made this known to Annie. “Well that’s okay, sweetie. Go ahead and let it go. That’s what your diaper is for.” “But it’s so… public,” I stammered. “I can’t—” She interrupted by pulling me around the back of an aisle, where we lost sight of any other shoppers. She gently pinned me against the wall and placed her hand on the front of my diaper. “Ollie, go potty for me. Let go, my pet,” she said softly, but with command. I heard her voice deep inside me, hypnotically tugging at subconscious strings she had implanted. Staring back into her brown eyes, my body and mind became desperate to please her and I felt myself relaxing my urethral muscles to coax out the urine. In no time I was wetting my diaper with Annie’s hand still pressed against my crotch as the warm stream pooled around my groin, soaking into the padding and my skin. “Such a good boy, listening to Mommy so well,” she praised quietly and scritched behind my ears. The submissive-state I had come to crave crept up around me. “All done?” Annie assessed the state of my diaper. “This should hold up fine until we’re home.” We made our made down another aisle, where Annie announced she wanted to look at some other collars just for the heck of it. “What’s wrong with this one?” I asked. “I just thought it might be fun to have a few options.” She looked to me and smiled. “Why, baby? Has someone grown a little attached to his collar?” she asked while running her hand over my neck. “No…I mean, I don’t know,” I muttered bashfully. She giggled. “I’m just teasing. I like it too. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get you a shock collar or anything. I just wanna see if they have any cute designs in the model you have on.” As Annie was holding up a couple options of different colors and designs, a man and woman wandered down the aisle. Lost in conversation, the man took an unmindful step while passing by us and roughly bumped into Annie from behind. She stumbled forward off balance and before I knew what was even happening I had lunged towards the man. It was a complete out-of-body experience as I heard myself snarl and felt my body move out of my control. The next thing I knew we were both on the ground and I was being pulled backwards by the collar and heard Annie’s authoritative voice. “Oliver! Stop! Heel!” In the foggy hazy of adrenaline I felt Annie’s arms clamp around me and pull me back, restraining me against her body. I faintly heard a female voice judgmentally bark “control your fucking pet!”, causing my rage to bubble right back up and I flailed in Annie’s arms. “Oliver! I am your Keeper, You will submit!” The dominate tone compelled my body to obey. The world blurred out of focus as a gag was shoved into my mouth and I felt Annie holding me tightly. When I was next lucid I was in Annie’s arms, still down on the floor of the aisle, breathing quickly and trembling slightly. The muzzle was strapped around my head and the leg restraints had been clipped on. My Keeper’s voice was speaking softly. “Shh, It’s okay, pet. You’re safe and I’m safe. We’re both okay. Shh.” I heard myself whimper. I closed my eyes to block out the sensory overload of the store and let her gentle tone and scent calm me. After a few moments the realization of what I had just done began setting it and my heart sank. I had actually just attacked someone. Oh no. My mind raced. This is bad. This is really bad. This isn’t like my other fuck-ups, Annie is going to hate me now. Why would she ever want a stupid, useless, violent pet who can’t control himself? She’s going to drop me off at some pet shelter and go back to her normal life without me. My sense of calm shattered and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was noticeably panicky and shaking. “No no, Ollie, you’re fine. You’re warm and safe here with me.” She held me closer. I looked up at her and muttered desperately around the gag. I had to let her know how sorry I was. “Shhh. Can you take some deep breaths for me?” I wanted to breakdown crying and beg for forgiveness, but Annie guided me through some deep breathing. “Good.” I kept mumbling behind the muzzle. My eyes were welling up. Annie finally reached up and undid the strap just enough to bring the gag out of my mouth. “I’m so sorry, Annie!” I squeaked out. “I don’t know what happened, I—” “—Shh shh, it’s okay, baby. I know you didn’t mean to. It was just a reflex.” She hugged me tightly. Over her shoulder I saw a pet on all fours give me a look of sympathy as he passed by with his Keeper. A uniformed employee approaching us asked, “Are we doing a little better now?” she asked. She must’ve come by earlier while I was fuzzed out. “A lot better, thanks,” Annie replied, “Again, I’m really sorry. He’s a new pet. This is our first trip out. He was just reacting to thinking I was in danger and trying to protect me.” “Totally understandable! It happens here more than you think. And it sounds like it’s all gonna be just fine with the other customer,” she reassured, “But I am going to ask that you keep him muzzled and down during the remainder of your shopping.” I wanted to object but what could I possibly say after that display? “Of course, I just wanted to make sure he was okay,” Annie replied. “Take as much time as you need,” the employee said warmly and strode away. Annie turned back to me, soothingly petting my hair. I had calmed down some, mostly thanks to her perfectly calm composure and loving touch. “Do you want to go home?” I just nodded and sniffled pathetically. “Okay, we can go home, honey. But I have still need to pick up some more pet food for you and then check out. I’ll be as quick as I can, but you’re going to have to stay down and I need to put your muzzle back on too, okay?” “I understand,” I said despondently. I just wanted to fast forward through the rest of the outing as quickly as possible. “Good boy. Open up.” She reinserted the gag and secured the straps of the muzzle around my head. I followed the pull of the leash as Annie pushed the cart onward. I had become more nimble moving on all fours with my lighter frame, but it was no less humiliating. Despite the same lack of clothing, I somehow felt even more exposed crawling on the ground with my diapered butt sticking out behind me and waddling as I moved. Annie led me to the food aisle where she looked through some options. I shuddered seeing the selling points printed on the packaging. “Guaranteed to make your pet’s hair shine!,” “High-fiber to keep your pet regular,” “Multivitamin designed for news pets.” With the gag in my mouth, Annie didn’t bother trying to get my input and just grabbed a couple different flavors. We made our way to the checkout line. Annie gave me some soothing pets while we waited. In repsonse I closed my eyes and nuzzled into her leg. After she paid, an employee rolled the new carrier out and followed us to her car. He helped her mount it in the trunk and showed her how to buckle me into the harness. “Doing okay, love?” Annie asked me as I tried to settle into the bed of the crate. I nodded and she reached in to caress my cheek. The barred door was closed and soon we were on the road. Even though the new carrier was admittedly comfortable to ride in, a grey cloud hung over me and I wallowed. I was fed up with my body and mind betraying me and giving in to instinct and impulse. I could not longer be a human and it felt like I couldn’t even a decent pet either. It was a sigh of relief to be led through the door back home. I instantly felt my guard come down a little in the familiar setting, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to misbehave so badly or aggressively like that while confined to the house. Annie freed my mouth of the gag and checked in with me. I told her I was fine but we both knew it was a lie as soon as it left my lips. She unloaded everything she bought and then set about changing my diaper. Despite the elephant in the room, she made attempts at normalcy with her run-of-the-mill commentary as she wiped my genitals clean. “All nice and fresh. Butt up.” She positioned a fresh diaper under me. “Down. Good.” She powdered me and brought the diaper front up over me and fastened the tapes. I just laid there and went through the motions. In response she decided to be more direct. “Okay. Come here,” she said and pulled me up so I was sitting in front of here. “Talk to me. What’s going on in that adorable head of yours?” My eyes burned holes in the carpet. I couldn’t bear to look her in the eye after I had let her down. “I attacked someone, Annie. I’ve never done anything like that in my life. And yet I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t pulled me back. It scares me.” “Oliver, you were scared and you were trying to protect me. It was all instinct. It doesn’t mean you’re violent or even aggressive. And definitely doesn’t make me see you any differently. Slip-ups like today are completely normal for pets. That's why pets need Keepers in the first place. Yes, it’s something we need to train your body not to do, but it’s not your fault. If I’m not worried about it then you shouldn’t be either. So would you please go easy on yourself?” I was becoming emotional. “But I don’t want to be such a shitty pet and cause you all this trouble.” “Oh honey, no. You’re not and you don’t! I love you, Ollie. You’re my pet forever, no matter what. Okay, sweet thing?” I nodded and bit my quivering lip. “Come here.” Her arms swallowed me up and I buried my face in her neck, eagerly inhaling her scent and feeling her warmth. Maybe it’ll be okay. No, it will always be okay as long as she’s here, I told myself. She stroked the back of my head and rocked me slowly in her arms As always, her words were a comfort and lifted some of the weight from my shoulders. How could she be so accepting? Being a pet sucked, but being her pet was amazing. Maybe if I could focus on how wonderful she was, it would make the shittier parts of pet-hood bearable.

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Thank you to everyone still reading my little story! I have several more chapters written and plan to go until my creative juices run dry. **** Chapter 10- Restraint, Or the Lack Of “Just once to the end of the street and back. It’ll be so so quick,” Annie assured me, looking down on me as I sat at her feet in front of the couch. I wanted to continued to object to the walk outside she was proposing, but the pleasurable sensations of her gentle scratching on the sensitive spot behind my ear melted my resistance and I couldn’t focus. She knew full well what she was doing, weaponizing the biology of my pet-hood to get me docile. “And then we’ll be back home,” she cooed, “and I’ll give you treats and more scritches and you can have the nice, warm chicken pet food for dinner instead of kibble.” Her offer was too enticing and before I knew it she was slipping my feet in outdoor pet paws and grabbing my leash. At least I was able to talk her into letting me wear one of her loose-fitting workout shirts. It barely came down to my belly button, but still felt like it preserved a tiny shred of modesty. “This is a test to see how you behave,” she said as she clipped the leash to my collar. “We’re going to try letting you walk, but if you get too skittish or don’t listen to me, you’ll be down on all fours. So be a good boy for me, okay?” I nodded obediently and was rewarded with more head scratches. I took a deep breath as we exited the house and the sights, sounds, and smells of the neighborhood flooded my heightened senses. Up until then I’d been able to suffer through the indignities of my change of status from human to pet in a private setting. Going outside the home felt like a proclamation, and the most vulnerable act possible. Luckily I didn’t see anyone outside to gawk at me. Annie kept the leash slack short so I was kept close to her. “That’s it. Good boy. See? This isn’t so bad. Better than the backyard, huh? I bet the fresh air feels nice too.” She was right. In fact, even the loose shirt was almost too warm for me, but I wouldn’t have let anyone pry it off me in that moment. I still hadn’t become used to walking with the bulk of the diaper and diaper cover. There was definitely a slight waddle to my stride. The mitts, feet paws, leg restraints, and collar only drew more attention to the spectacle. I hated imagining what I might look like to a passerby. The leftover human in me felt so strange being publicly clad in only a diaper, pet restraints, and a measly shirt, while being led on a leash. My attention nervously bounced around from sound to sound. Annie was paying close attention to my reactions and did well to continue comforting me. “You're alright, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good boy I have.” As we reached the end of the street, I could see a few neighbors out and about in the distance, but no one close. A sudden car passing by spiked my anxiety but Annie was quick to pull me close and divert my attention with more praise. We turned back and I was starting to relax a little and maybe even enjoy the opportunity to stretch my legs in the fresh air until I saw two people turn the corner and start heading towards us. I reflexively slowed down, but the tug of the leash pulled me forward. “It’s okay, Ollie. Come on.” I tried desperately to keep my composure as the middle-aged couple neared. “Well hello there, Miss Annie,” the woman greeted Annie with familiarity, obviously intrigued by the sight of the pet by her side. “Hey Michelle. Hi, Jack,” Annie replied warmly. Without even knowing it, I had moved slightly behind my Keeper and had my head down just a little bit, as if to subtly hide myself. I could feel their attention on me. “Pet-sitting, are we?” Jack asked. “Well actually…,” Annie laughed. She ushered me out from behind her. “This is Oliver. He’s my pet. We Bonded just last Monday.” Michelle clasped her hands together, “Oh my! How wonderful!" “Congrats, Annie,” Jack added. “Thank you!" She turned to me. "Oliver, can you say hello to our next door neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Clark?” Annie asked me expectantly. “Um, hi,” I said awkwardly, barely making eye contact for a millisecond. Six days ago I was a confident, self-sufficient man. Now I couldn’t even figure out how I was supposed to interact with adults. “Hello, sweetheart,” Michelle cooed. She reached a hand out and looked to Annie. “May I?” “Oliver, down,” Annie ordered and subtly tugged downward on the leash. I hesitated. It was so demeaning. I quickly weighed my options. “Ollie…,” Annie said again firmly, with the undertone of a warning. Knowing I was going to end up on the ground one way or another, I sighed and submissively sank down to my knees, resting my padded butt on my heels. Michelle’s hands moved through my hair. “Aww, what a sweet boy.” Jack’s hand joined hers briefly and I white-knuckled it through their petting. The three humans briefly talked about how bonding was going and other pets in the neighborhood. I tried to retreat into myself and leaned against Annie’s leg, which was enough to get her hand to idly stroke my head. I had to actively distract myself from a growing need to pee. “Well I’m just so excited for you, Annie! As someone who grew up with a pet in the house, I sure miss having one around,” Michelle said. “You two are gonna be so happy together. Let us know if you ever need a hand with him!” “Thanks, Michelle!” “Welcome to the neighborhood, Oliver. I’m sure we’ll see you around,” Jack said to me as the couple made their way off. “You can stand up now, baby.” Annie said and helped me to my feet. “Look at me. Good job. I’m so proud of you. You are such a good boy. It made me so excited to show off my amazing new pet.” Warmth radiated inside me knowing I had made my Keeper proud. I leaned into her body and wrapped my arms around her. She laughed and returned the hug. She tousled my hair affectionately as I let go and flooded my diaper. **** I awoke from a midday cat nap sprawled out on the pet bed in living room. I had to admit how comfy it was, more so than the couch even. I stretched out as much as I could with the leg restraints clipped together. I saw that Annie had fallen asleep herself on the couch by the window while reading her pet training book. I took in her beauty for a moment as she lay peacefully basking in the sun. My gaze wandered over to the kitchen counter, where there was a tupperware container of cupcakes Ruby had brought over as a “bonding gift” the night before. My heightened senses had made my mouth water when they both had one. She did bring some pet-safe treats for me, a few of which I was given, but it wasn’t the same. It didn’t feel fair. I deserve one lousy cupcake after being good this morning and dealing with everything the past week! I was sure if I could get into the cupcakes before Annie woke up, I could sneak one without her even knowing there was one missing. I had no forethought for how to cover up the evidence of my mischief or if my stomach could even handle it, I just knew I needed one. I quietly made my way to the counter and was able to get atop the chair easy enough, even with bent legs. I gripped the container in my mitts and awkwardly pried the rubbery lid off with my teeth. Yes! Trying to temper myself, I lowered my mouth and took a tentative bite of one, getting a mouthful of frosting and chocolate cake. It tasted absolutely divine. So chocolatey! I quickly went back in. Annie could wake up any second. I have to be quick! Impulse took over as I hastily downed a second cupcake, then a third, leaving behind crumbs and paper wrappers in my wake. By the time I scarfed the sixth cupcake I was buzzing. My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s, as if I had overdone it on espresso. I scrambled down and agilely moved around on all fours with my newly nimble, lean frame, enjoying the sugar high. A sudden, horrible cramp ran through my gut, stopping me in my tracks. I let out a guttural moan and clutched my stomach. The second cry of pain must’ve roused Annie. “Ollie?” I heard her sleepily call. I groaned again. She looked over to me from over the couch, “What is it?!” She sprang up, now seeing the mess on the kitchen counter. “Oh my god, did you eat these?!” She moved to me and grabbed my chin, seeing the chocolatey evidence. “No no no, you can’t handle that!” “My stomach,” I winced. “I think I’m gonna—,” I retched. “Shit shit shit,” she muttered as she ran to the kitchen to fetch a bowl. I vomited loudly right there on the carpet before she could get back to me. “Fuck!” She thrust the bowl under me to catch the second wave of heaving. “Oh god.” She was clearly rattled. As soon as I was done throwing up she was on the phone with a pet doctor. I just rubbed my crampy stomach until she hung up. “Okay, she said you should probably be fine. If you’re puking, that’s good because your body is getting rid of a lot of it. Your next poop probably isn’t going to be great, but I think we’re okay,” she said, taking a big breath. She dampened a washcloth and knelt down to clean my face. Her tone softened. “Oh buddy,” she sighed, “what were you thinking?” “I don’t know! They just smelled so good. I’ve only had pet food for a week, I couldn’t help myself!” “Well you could’ve seriously messed up your stomach. Or worse. I was really scared, you know!” She was emotional. “I know! I’m sorry!” I said genuinely. I ducked into her lap, hugging her waist, as if to beg forgiveness. She stroked my hair. “It’s okay, I was a little worked up, but it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re alright,” she assured me. I felt a tad less shitty. “However,” she said after a long pause, “that was naughty. I know you can’t always control yourself, but I think you know better than that. I mean, you had enough sense to be quiet about it. I think I need to take away your chance to misbehave for a while.” “What?” “You’re going to stay leashed at all times for two days.” “What?!” I whined. “Come on, that’s—” “—Hey,” she interjected firmly, “No arguing. Less restraints is a privilege. And the puke in the carpet tells me you need that privilege reduced, for both your safety and to learn.” The shame came rushing back. “I can clean it! Please, it’s my mess!” I offered, feeling awful. “No, you can’t. Just go drink some water. The whole bottle. And then sit and wait for me,” she ordered sternly. I obeyed as she fetched a warm washcloth and set about scrubbing my vomit out of her carpet. I defeatedly sucked down the bottle of water mounted on my cage. The horrible murky cloud of letting her down was back hanging over me. I wanted to hide from the coldness and guilt. I actually willingly crawled into my kennel and curled up my wet diaper, but the warm didn’t return. After 15 minutes or so Annie appeared, keeling at the open cage door. “Whatcha doing?” She asked gently, the anger gone from her voice. “I’m cold. And sorry,” I replied meekly. “Come out here.” I avoided eye contact with her as I slowly moved out. She put her finger under my chin and brought my head up to face her. “It’s warm out here. You are warm. I’m not angry with you. I was just worried.” “I’m sorry.” “I know you are. That’s good. You shouldn’t have done that, but it’s okay now. You’ll stay leashed today and tomorrow and then you can show me how well-behaved you can be with more freedom, okay?” “Okay,” I affirmed. “Good boy.” She pet me down. “Even when you slip-up, you’re still my sweet boy. My naughty, sweet boy,” she teased and tickled my torso a bit, eliciting a small laugh from me. She hooked her finger through my collar’s ring and playfully shook my head as she said, “Maybe I’ll have to get a bell for this cute little collar. That way I'd always hear you getting into mischief.” Feeling the sensual tone shift, I played into the role and submissively replied, “No, I won’t do it again, Keeper. I swear!” “Oh you won’t, will you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. She leaned in closed and whispered, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, little pet of mine. But that’s okay, because I’ll be right here to discipline you each and every time.” She kissed my forehead. “Now come on, let’s change this soggy butt,” she said with a few playful pats to my diaper. We worked on more training that afternoon. True to her word, Annie kept me on the leash all day and would hook it to the leg of the couch if she wasn’t leading me around. It was annoying to deal with, but I knew I messed up and so I didn’t kick up a fuss. That evening I felt more uncomfortable cramping in my gut until I had a mushy bowel movement in my diaper. Knowing it wasn’t over after one release, Annie refused to change me. Over the next hour I endured more little bursts of poop sliding into the seat of the diaper. It was mortifying and my manic emotional state even led me to tear up a little. Annie finally cleaned me up and took the opportunity to lovingly remind me this was what happens when pets eat human food. She used more diaper rash cream and diapered me in the thick overnight diaper. At least she said I could still sleep in bed with her that night since I was good on the walk. As we laid cuddling in bed, thoughts of the immediate future swirled in my head. “What happens when you go back to work?” “Well, I’m going to get set up to work from home sometimes, but I’ll need to be in the office all day the first few days back. Luckily, Ruby has a weird work schedule because she’s a hospital nurse, so she can come watch you those days.” “What? No!” I whined. “I’ll be fine without her, I don’t need a babysitter!” “First of all, yes you do, clearly…unless I lock you in your kennel, and I’m not comfortable doing that to you for 8 hours,” she explained. “Second, let’s watch the back-talk, pet.” I huffed and pouted, but submitted. Ruby wasn’t my Keeper. Why the hell should she be able to tell me what to do? “You don’t like Ruby very much, huh baby?” “She… she’s just so… smug. And she treated me like I wasn’t even a person, just a pet. It made me feel stupid.” “I’m sorry she made you feel like that. She can be…a lot. She loves pets, but I don’t think she’s spent all that much time around one on an ongoing basis. It’s easy to overlook how human that pets actually are behind all the cuteness if you’re only gushing over them in passing at a park. I’ll make sure she gets better about it.” “But that’s not all,” I added, “It’s just…You’re my Keeper. I don’t like thinking anyone else besides you gets to be in charge of me. I only want you.” “That’s very sweet, Ollie, but I can’t be with you every second. Until you’re a little more adjusted, and trained, I can’t leave you alone for that long. But eventually I’ll be able to trust you more.” I sulked. “Look honey, at the end of the day Ruby is an adult, and you’re not anymore. You’re a pet, and sometimes pets get babysat. I know it sucks to hear, but you’re going to have to get used to Ruby and other adults being in charge of you from time to time. But that is only going to happen when it’s someone I trust implicitly to take care of you. You’ll always be safe. You trust me, right?” “Yeah.” “Then it’ll be fine. If you’re good, Ruby will give you treats. And I’ll be checking on you lots even when I’m not here. You probably didn’t notice but I set up some pet cams around the house. I’m also going to get you a phone you can answer even with your pet paws on.” She was right, I hadn’t noticed the pet cams. Part of me felt fuzzy knowing my Keeper was always going to be monitoring me like that. The other part wasn’t keen on the idea of never having any privacy. I still had a ways to go on accepting the fact that just like a toddler, I would always be under some level of supervision. “But I don’t have to go back for a few days, so I don’t want you to worry about it so much, okay baby?” I just nodded. “Hmm, not sure I believed that,” Annie said skeptically. “Fine, grouchy pants, I know one way to cheer you up and get you to sleep.” She sat up and removed her shirt. My eyes lit up, causing her to laugh. “Even though you were so naughty getting into human food like that, here I am rewarding you," she lamented. "What kind of Keeper does that make me?” “The best Keeper!” I snarked with a shit-eating grin and I preened under her attention. Annie smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah? I think you’re just lucky you’re so stinking cute, even when you’re all pouty. Well come here then, silly boy.” It barely took me anytime at all to fuzz out and fade into unconsciousness.

Chapter 9- My Keeper's Sister It quickly became apparent I was not going to like Ruby. She had entered the house and greeted me fully like a pet, not a person. There was patronizing baby-talk and pets, and she directed all her questions about me to Annie, including how I was behaving and what my temperament had been like so far. It was beyond degrading. I was a 30-year-old semi-human and she was talking right through me like I didn’t even understand english. It was also the first time anyone besides Annie had really touched me and I had to actively fight the urge to recoil from her. Knowing I would be nervous, Annie had prepared by keeping me on the leash, down on all fours. She kept the slack short and tight in her hand to keep me in place as Ruby knelt down to shower me in touch. Both the pet and the human in me hated all of it. “Who’s a good boy?” Coming from someone who wasn’t Annie, it just sounded humiliating and I cringed. “Oh, he is a cuuuutie. His skin is so soft,” she gushed as she stroked my hair and ran her hand over my bare chest and back. “Do you like scritches?” she cooed babyishly, not waiting for a reply before bringing her hand up behind my ear. Out of somewhere deep in my primal brain, I actually felt an inexplicable urge to bite her hand. She’ll have to stop touching me then, right? My top lip quivered and pulled back, which Annie must’ve noticed because I immediately felt a subtle jerk on the leash to snap me out of it. Ruby seemed critical too. “Kinda hairy still, after almost a week as a pet,” she had commented as I curled up against Annie on the couch, “Aren’t you worried he’s going to shed that all over the furniture as his body finishes changing?” There she was, sitting across from us, with a glass of wine that I wasn’t allowed, talking about my body, implying I was too hairy to even be allowed on the furniture in what was now my home too. Fuck you. She was taller than Annie by an inch or two and had long, straight brown hair. Her halter top and sporadic tattoos conveyed a confidence about her that came across to me as smugness, if not arrogance. It seemed like she and Annie were opposites. “I still can’t believe you got a pet before me,” Ruby bemoaned, “I mean, I literally go to packed bars and concerts partially just hoping to come home Bonded to some stranger. You barely leave the house like a spinster.” Annie took a sip of her wine. “I know, it’s pretty crazy. But also, I’m not sure it works like that.” She looked to me. “I think maybe there’s a reason Oliver came into my office building a little late to his meeting at the exact moment I was on my way out to my car because I forgot to bring in my lunch. And now he’s mine.” I rested my head on her shoulder and her hand found its way to my hair, which was basically a magnetic law of attraction at this point. I wasn’t complaining. Something about her fingers running over my scalp lit my brain on fire with pleasure and gave me all the comfort I needed. “So why’d you pick ‘Oliver’ anyway?” Ruby asked. “I didn’t, it was already his name.” “You kept it?” “Yes,” Annie replied pointedly. “Why?” “No, it’s definitely nice!…I mean, it’s just not very pet-like is all.” “I don’t care,” Annie fired back, “His pet name is whatever I say it is, because he’s my pet. So if I say it’s ‘Oliver’, then it’s plenty pet-like.” “Woah, okay,” Ruby laughed and threw her hands up. I felt pride my Keeper had defended me like that and leaned more into her and brought my arm around her waist, as if to convey my gratitude. Annie softened. “Sorry, I just…Obviously I’m very protective of him. I can’t help it. Since the Bond, these hormones are crazy.” “Clearly, wow. It must be… intense,” Ruby said, with clear envy in her voice. “What’s it feel like?” Annie continued playing with my hair. “It’s probably impossible to explain to someone unbound. It’s like… I’ve never been more sure of anything than knowing I’m Ollie’s Keeper, and will do anything to care for him, and protect him. The sense of purpose is so strong. And knowing he’ll always be here for me too...well, I’ve never felt a stronger pull towards anyone in my life. It’s like we just…fit, somehow.” “Woah. And what about you, Oliver?” Ruby finally addressed me directly, “Did you think you’d become a pet?” “Of course not,” I barked, a little annoyed at the implication. “And how does it feel now?” I contemplated the question. “Well Annie everything said, but different too, because I know I need her. I know that I can’t live without her. I mean, I hate all these restrictions, and that I can’t always control myself, but I know she’s going to take care of me. And I just want to be near her all the time, and make her happy any way I can. She’s amazing.” Annie kissed my head. “Sweet boy,” she whispered, making me tingle. “Well I’m sure it’s obvious I’m jealous,” Ruby stated. “I hope my pet will love me that much and be obsessed with me like that. It’s super adorable how clingy he is.” The sisters continued to talk, with Ruby asking about all the details of the Bonding and our first day together. Then they gabbed about everything else going on in their lives. Ruby regaled Annie with some recent stories from her online dating. I was honestly bored of the conversation. It somehow felt like it wasn’t for me. Like it wasn’t for pets. I just laid in Annie’s lap, enjoying her touch. I turned my head towards her stomach and zoned out. Love. Ruby had said ‘love.’ Is that what this is? It was interesting question. Neither Annie nor I had chosen this. And it was only my fifth day as her pet. And yet she was my world now. She was my Keeper. I couldn’t picture anything without her in it. She was impossibly kind, and warm, and beautiful, and strong. It was true, I was obsessed with her. Looking back, I don’t know if I’d ever been in love when I was unbound. I was close once or twice, but nothing could compare to this, not even my familial love. This was pure fire in my heart. I pondered these things and eventually dozed off as the conversation carried on over me. At one point the girls roared with laughter that shocked me awake. My body jerked like it was in danger. “Sorry, baby,” Annie chuckled and caressed me soothingly. I relaxed again and noticed she was being extra handsy with me. I resigned to wetting my diaper while the conversation carried on and prayed it wouldn’t be noticed and commented on. And I was absolutely not about to ask for a diaper change while Ruby was here, no matter uncomfortable the sogginess around my bottom was. Annie must've picked up on it because I felt her hand grip the squishy padding, as if assessing its condition. I was beyond grateful she didn't call attention to it and instead just gently patted my diaper a few times. After another hour or so and more wine, Ruby finally moved to leave, but not before saying more patronizing things and gushing over me like a cute animal. Annie closed the door and drew the blinds closed. “Finally,” she sighed. “That was nice, but I’ve been wanting some time with my boy.” Her eyes fell upon me with a hunger. I knew what she meant. I could tell she was a little tipsy and, with my head in her lap earlier, I had smelled her growing arousal. She silently moved to the couch and took a seat with her legs wide. I saw a fierceness in her eyes. She pointed to the ground in front of her and simply but sternly said, “Come.” The authority in her voice carried the same affection I was used to, but her usually gentleness had been replaced by a sensual firmness that sent shivers down my spine. I quietly crawled to her, between her legs. “Sit,” she ordered with the same strict domme voice. I rested my diapered bottom against my heels and looked up to her with a soft, unassuming look. My growing cock strained against its padded prison wall. “Good.” Her presence towered over me as she bent down and clipped my leash. "Stay," she commanded firmly before removing her shirt and jeans in a painfully slow tease. I borderline salivated as I saw the only thing keeping me from what I lusted after was a pair of skimpy panties, which came off next. She wrapped my leash around her hand until it was taut, giving her a firm control of my head. She pulled it tight and I felt the delicious grip around my neck as if it were her actual hand. Just knowing I wasn’t going anywhere even if I wanted to inflamed my desire. “Are you ready to show me how much you want to please your Keeper?” she asked sternly. I nodded eagerly, my attention still on her crotch. She tugged the leash, bringing my attention up her face. “Hmm? Use your words.” “Yes, Keeper.” “And are you going to be a good toy for me? A good little puppy?” “Yes,” I squeaked, feeling the encroaching high of being dominated by my Keeper. “Good. Then go ahead and show Mommy how much you appreciate her.” She gently clutched my hair with her free and guided my head towards her. My tongue began its work as the ecstasy of her smell and taste enveloped me. She quickly tensed in pleasure and fell back against the couch cushions. She arched her back and her eyes rolled backwards. One orgasm then blended into another. I whimpered lustfully, which she matched in kind with her own unencumbered, ravenous moans. And I’m the one who needed a gag? “Good. Fucking. Boy,” she panted. My face firmly nestled between her legs, the firm pull of the collar around my neck, her hand gripping my hair, her howls of pleasure; it was all too much for my pet brain. I was trying to hump my diaper against the ground to find my own release. I moaned loudly as my tongue kept dancing across her. “You are mine. Now and forever,” she moaned, drunk on her own domination, “My pet, my toy, my submissive little plaything. I own you—” I fuzzed out entirely as she continued. The entire evening had felt like a display of Annie truly coming into her own as Keeper. What was initially just instinct for her was becoming honed and measured. And this was the climax. Seeing her so sure of herself and her role filled me with even more confidence that I could fully surrender to her, knowing she would never abuse that trust and would always do what is best for me. I craved her hold over me; every sweet bit of praise, every fierce command, every gentle correction, every dominant touch. Her control was absolute. When my awareness floated back to me, I was still sitting on the floor at Annie’s feet, with my head laying on her thigh. I felt a small tremor ripple through her body as she was still recovering from however many other climaxes she had me give her after I fuzzed out. Without even thinking, I instinctively licked her wonderful skin. She twitched in surprise and giggled. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” I said sheepishly. “That’s okay, sweetie. It felt kinda nice.” She reached down under my armpits and lifted me off the floor up into her lap with a strength I wasn’t prepared for. Keepers were naturally very strong, without even working at it. This was well known. Lifting and carrying pets of their own size wasn’t at all an uncommon sight. A female Keeper and unbound male of similar sizes could easily be a toss up in strength. And yet these past few days it still hadn’t really occurred to me that her body was changing too, and that as I was losing mass in my muscles, she was gaining it in hers. The scales of physical strength had likely already tipped in Annie’s favor. This realization made me feel even smaller and more submissive in her arms. With my head against her chest I could hear her heart still beating quickly, but slowing steadily. “You did sooo good, baby,” she purred and kissed my head. “Thank you for that. I’m grateful my pet has such a talented mouth.” I blushed. She scritched under my chin. I closed my eyes and worked my head into her hand, eliciting another amused giggle from her. “And thank you for being good with Ruby. I know she can come across as abrasive, but she means well.” I bit my tongue. She was Annie’s sister; actively trying not to badmouth her felt like a good idea. “It still feels weird, being like this in front of others,” I said, “I’ll try to get better at it.” She repositioned my head to look at her. “No, you did wonderfully. You’ve been so good these past few days, and have made me so happy. Now that you’re mine I can’t imagine my life without you… I love you, Oliver.” A profound feeling of adoration, belonging, and safety blanketed my heart. It felt like the moment we Bonded. And I knew it was true for myself too; I loved Annie. I had loved her from the first second I saw her, maybe even before that. Who cares if it’s driven by biology? Isn’t all love? It doesn’t take anything away from how I feel, I resolved. I nuzzled my face into her neck and chest and closed my eyes. “I love you too, Annie.” And we stayed in that wonderful moment together for a good while. For once, I didn’t at all feel the loss of my humanity or my old life. I felt perfectly seen and accepted in my Keeper’s arms. It felt like there was nowhere else on earth I belonged.