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@bbykimmy, I was so taken with your Keeperverse universe that I had to go off and write this down.  I realize I am committing something of a faux pas in posting this first before asking permission to invade your universe, but I hope to ask forgiveness?  If you'd like me to modify this in any way for consistency with the universe in your mind, or even remove it altogether, I will happily do so.

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Karen and I held hands as we checked once more around the our apartment rooms, now empty after a year and a half.  Everything had been shipped to our new home in California.  We took our suitcases that we’d be living out of for a few days, and went to the common area, finding Angie and JoJo waiting for us.  

Angie came over to us, JoJo close behind on her leash.  “Congratulations you guys,” Angie said, giving us hugs, which we returned with feeling.  

I knelt down to talk to JoJo, reaching out to scratch her behind her ear, which she loved.  “I’m going to miss you, girl.  We’ve had a lot of good times together.”

JoJo laid her head against me.  She had tears in her eyes.  Karen and I had not known Angie and JoJo when we found ourselves bidding for the same spacious three-bedroom apartment, and instead of competing had decided to just live together.  It had worked very well, and Karen and Angie had become very close friends, while JoJo and I got along very well.  

JoJo had gone through a rough time after being Bound… I mean, she had been a successful and intelligent young woman, a senior studying engineering at the prestigious university we went to, when one day she had been buying groceries and looked into the eyes of Angie, a junior at the same university.  It was instantly clear that she had found her Keeper.  She didn’t take quickly to her new life, though, and for most of the last 18 months we’d known them JoJo had been struggling to adjust to her role as Pet.  

At first, I wasn’t sure how to relate to a Pet, not having grown up with one, but over time we grew close and had many talks, cries, and cuddles together.  Since Angie happened to work at the local Pets*R*Us, she had pulled us in to many of the classes she taught (“I get paid based on how many people attend, so get your butts over here”) and both Karen and I had gotten a very good education in how to care for a Pet.  I certainly didn’t have the same Bond that Angie had with her as her Keeper, of course, but I was happy that we had become good friends and confidants, and was quite knowledgeable about her needs and how to care for her.  At this point, I sensed that she just needed to be held, so I held her, patting her lightly on her diaper-covered bottom in a way that I knew she found comforting.  “You’re a little wet… want me to change you?”  She shook her head, just enjoying being held.

“You’re working tomorrow, right?”  Karen was still talking to Angie.

“Yup, 10 to 4.  Maybe you can drop by after your graduation, for one last good-bye?”

Karen smiled.  The Pets-R-Us where Angie worked was only a block away from the hall we’d be graduating in.  “I’ll try.  But, just in case…” She hugged Angie one more time.  “Thanks for everything, Karen.”  Hug.  “And you Jeff.  Take care of her, alright?”  Hug.  A last round of hugs all around, and we left our apartment for the last time, trying to keep our emotions in check.

**

It was a big weekend.  We were moving out of our apartment, and the next step was to go meet her parents at the hotel.  Then, tomorrow, we would graduate in the morning and head back to California, where we both had jobs waiting in the same city where she had grown up.  This was probably the biggest set of changes I’d ever made in my life, and everything in 24 hours.  

We made it to the hotel, only to get a text from Karen’s father that their plane was delayed, and they weren’t going to make it to the hotel for dinner.  Maybe drinks later in the evening.  So, we headed out to a local Thai food joint that had been our favorite for one last meal and some “us-time”.  While we enjoyed the food, we chatted about the usual things couples that have been together for a while talk about, especially when there are these major life changes going on.  Schedules, money, plans, and priorities all got covered.  

When we had finished those topics, Karen brought up the next one.  “So… are you going to ask me to marry you tonight?  I mean, you don’t have to tell me… and I don’t know what your plans are… but I’d suggest holding off, if you were thinking about it… with my parents coming in late I’m not sure it would be the right thing to do right after meeting them for the first time.”  She smiled her wonderful smile.

I laughed.  It was not in the least a secret to anyone that knew us that we would be getting married, the question had been when.  All I had said was that I would ask her after school was over, and after I met her parents in person.  “No, it wasn’t going to be tonight.  If you have to know, I was going to wait until we were back in California with your friends and family, and make you say ‘yes’ in front of them.”

She smiled, and reached for my hand.  “You better not wait too long, or I’ll ask you first.”  She clearly was the more dominant one in our relationship.  She got what she wanted, including for example having chosen the city we’d live in.  Not that I had any problems with going along with her decisions, but every once in a while I made a point of asserting myself, just to confirm our equality in the relationship.  Choosing when we got engaged was one of those things, and so far she was OK with my taking the lead on that.

We finished up, and while waiting for her parents to arrive took one last walk through the city we had grown to love during our time here in school.  It was a warm evening in late May, and we wandered though the central square, watching the evening joggers and Keepers walking their Pets mingle with the growing stream of people headed to the local bars.  Just as we considered having a night cap, Karen’s phone lit up.  “Mom and Dad made it to the hotel.”

**

“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Buxton.”  I had talked to them many times on Skype, but this was the first time I had been able to shake their hands.  Or, at least, try to shake their hands.  Both of them pulled me into fierce bear hugs.  Well, at least I seemed to be stepping off on the right foot.  “Jeff, we’ve talked about this.  You don’t need to call us Mr.  Call me Joe, or Dad, or Pops, or ‘hey you’, but not Mr, OK?”

“And I’m Valerie, not Mrs.  OK?”

“Ok, Joe and Valerie, thanks."

“How about a drink at the bar?”  We quickly agreed on a nice single malt scotch for Karen, Joe, and myself, and a white wine for Valerie.  

I looked around.  “Did Jennifer make it?”  Jennifer was Karen’s sister, two years younger.  “I thought she was coming as well?”

Karen’s mother replied, “She made it… she's upstairs in the room getting ready for bed.  She was really tired after the trip, so she said she’d see you tomorrow.”  

We talked about the weather, the local sports and how they weren’t as good as the California teams back home, the plans for graduation tomorrow, and plans for when we went back to California.  We’d be staying with them for two week while we waited for the apartment we had rented to become available at the beginning of next month.  

Finally, the scotch had kicked in enough.  “So, Joe and Valerie,” I said, a little nervously.  Karen looked at me.  “Not that I’m going to do anything tonight,” I added looking at Karen to reassure her that what I had said before was still the plan, “but sometime in the near future I’d like to ask your daughter if she’d be willing to marry me.  I’d like make sure that you wouldn’t object before I ask her.”

Her mom and dad’s faces lit up in shear joy.  I somehow found myself in a bear hug again.  

Joe was exuberant.  “Of course, of course, of course!”  

Valerie was a little more circumspect.  “It’s about time…”

Of course, that called for another round of drinks, but soon we were on our way back to our rooms, where Karen and I celebrated what we both saw as the end of the start of our lives in a way that only a happy couple can.

**

The graduation was fun, and not as long as it could have been.  Being that we were both a part of a small college within the larger university, we were in a small hall, more intimate than the stadium that the engineering school was doing their ceremony in.  After the many speeches, well-wishes, and ceremonial pomp, I finally got to walk over to my favorite professor, get a hug, and receive my diploma.  Waiting at the end of the stage for me was Karen, and we hugged.  It was a proud moment for both of us.  We went back to our seats and waited for the rest of the class to finish, which seemed to take forever when we wanted to get along with our lives.

Soon though, the recessional played and we were milling around the outside of the hall in the reception area, competing for scarce bandwidth as everyone tried to call someone, locate someone, or share pictures.  My bladder was burst so we made a quick restroom stop.  Finally, Karen got a message that her parents were over by the stairs, and we managed to find them.  Quick hugs of congratulations from her mom and dad, and then Karen pulled me over.  

“Jenn, this is Jeff.  Jeff, Jenn.”

My world stopped.

She was beautiful.  

She was wonderful.

Her eyes… her green eyes… and her hair, and her face and her body.

Everything seemed paused.

Only she existed.

I saw a realization in her face.

Her eyes opened wider.

Suddenly I knew.  The realization must have been on my face as well.

So this is what it was like?  The Bond?  I’ve heard many people describe it, including talking to Angie and JoJo at length, but… words couldn't describe it.  It was amazing.  It was clearly so much more than Love that a couple shared.  It was… a Bond.

I heard faintly, in the distance, someone yelling “No No No No You can’t do this No No No Not Her Not You Not Now Noooooooo”, but it wasn’t the face I was staring at, so it didn’t matter.  I felt someone hitting my arm, and hitting Jennifer’s arm, but it didn’t matter.  Something was trying to pull us apart, though, and that did matter.  I pushed it away, and it stumbled backwards.  The pulling and hitting stopped.  

I could smell her.  I could see her so clearly.

“Hello, my Pet.”

**

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Seems like a pretty fun start to me.  Bonding stories are fun :D

And NO ONE needs to ask me permission to write a Keeperverse story, and anyone can make little tweaks to the universe to suit their needs.  Your story is in YOUR Keeperverse, change whatever you like.  Kerry's tale has the Bond being a very new thing while my story has the Bond being a very old and reasonably well understood thing (and I have plans for an alternate tale of my own that contradicts my original vision).

The fun of the Keeperverse lies in the fact that this intense D/s relationship can form and diapers, submission, ownership - these things are all assumed and (sorta/mostly/kinda) accepted by the general populace.

I love how you made the ending somewhat vague - is he a Pet or is he a Keeper?  The opening makes me want to write another Keeperverse short story entirely from the perspective of a non-participant, like a roommate, examine the bond from the outside :D

Thanks for tagging me, thanks for writing this story, thanks for playing in my sandbox!  But it belongs to all of us! <3 <3

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Thanks @bbykimmy!  I will continue this...

I realize this is not everyone's cup of tea.  The diaper content in these chapters is not high yet, but in future chapters (already written) it does increase.  It's much more on the Pet play side of things though, so far. 

So for those who are interested...

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I couldn’t believe this.  Her?  Me?  It seemed so right in that moment.  In the back of my mind, though, something was trying to tell me that this was wrong, that it was not what was planned, that it was going to screw everything up.  I didn’t care.  The imprinting in the Bond was so strong.  I wanted to smell her.  I reached out to her, and she pulled me in tight.  I hadn’t realized it, but she was quite a bit taller than me, and she pulled my head down, onto her chest.  It was wonderful.  She smelled wonderful.  I heard her voice, deep inside my head, tugging at unconscious controls.  “I found you, my Pet.  You’re mine.  I’ll take care of you.”  Her voice and scent were overpowering.  I don’t remember what happened next.

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Valerie took over.  “Oh no,” she said, reaching out to Karen, who was beside herself, still wailing “No”.  She took Karen’s arm, gave her a hug, and passed her to Joe, still standing there with his mouth agape.  “Take her outside.”

People were definitely starting to stare, some of them seemingly in pity, some showing joy at the new Bond, and some showing surprise at the relatively unusual bonding of a male Pet to a female Keeper.  It wasn’t unheard of, but an actual Bonding happening in a very public place, and especially of a male to a woman, was certainly gape-worthy.

Valerie gently guided Jenn and I outside, not asking us to release each other, just guiding.  Meeting up with Karen and Joe outside the door, we went over to a secluded area with a bench and some privacy given by the arrangement of the bushes.  The few folks that were already there saw us, recognized what was happening, and gave us some space.  At least it was better than standing in the middle of the busy reception hall.

Karen’s mom held her in a supportive hug.  Tears were streaming down Karen's face.  “He was mine.  We were together.  We were going to get married.  And now…”  She sobbed.  Her mom held her tight.  It was an unusual situation.  What to do next?

“Honey, I know this is difficult… all your plans… but you know as well as I do that this is a wonderful thing that happens.  I know it’s not easy now, but can you help me figure out what to do next?  You lived with Angie and JoJo, right?  Do you know what to do?”

Karen’s eyes cleared a little.  She was gaining control of herself, tasked with figuring out a plan. “Angie.  She’s working at Pets*R*Us right now.  She’ll know.  It’s only a block away.”

“Well, let’s head there.  Better than being in the middle of everything here.” 

Getting everyone together, Karen started guiding us towards Pets*R*Us.

**
About half-way to the Pet store, I started to come around.  I realized I was walking, holding tightly to my Keeper.  Jenn.  She looked at me.  “It’s OK.  Yes, I’m you’re keeper.  You’re my Pet.  Everything will be OK, just come with me.”

It was my Keeper.  I felt comforted, but something was wrong.  “…Karen?"  I whispered.

“Shh… yes, my sister is here too… she’s helping us… it’s OK… can you walk normally, just holding my hand?  It would be a lot easier.”

I slowly released my hold of her, making sure that I held on with one hand.  I had just found her, and I didn’t want to lose her now.  She was the most important thing in my life.  The most important thing in the world.  The most important thing in the whole universe.  Slowly, I stepped back, still clutching her hand, not wanting her to get away.  I looked into her face.  Her beautiful eyes.  She was stunning.  I would do anything for her.  She started walking again, and soon we were walking like a normal couple, hand in hand, me perhaps a little closer to her than was natural.  

My graduation gown fluttered in the wind.  In a moment of clarity I realized that the gown would be among the last of the clothes I wore.  I was now a Pet.  I felt tears coming up as I realized that everything I had worked for… the schooling, getting a job, and Karen… oh, Karen… I still loved her… what would we do?  Could I still marry her even if I was her sister’s Pet?  Oh no, my Keeper lived in a different city!  Of course I would live with her, but maybe Karen would come live with us?  Hmmm... how could I trick Karen into living with us?   Then I could have both my Keeper and my friend!   Even as I thought it, at the same time I realized my mind had started down the Pet path of making bad decisions.

The tears flowed, but I got strength from the hand, holding mine, guiding me on.  I could trust my Keeper.  Instinct, and her voice that kept telling me that I was her Pet, and everything would be OK, kept me just stable enough to walk.

Soon we entered the front door of the Pets*R*Us.  JoJo was there in the front display cage, where she had been so many times on my previous visits for classes, or to visit Angie.  She was usually there when Angie was working, acting as a store mascot, and helping shoppers and their Pets by directing them to the right section, or providing product recommendations, or giving a Keeper a tip about Pet care.  We saw her there often.  It had seemed normal.  This time, though, I saw her and burst out in tears again.  Soon, I’d be in a cage, I knew.  The conversations I had with JoJo about how she felt about being kept in a cage came back… the discomfort, the humiliation of being un-trusted to be able to keep out of trouble.  I shivered and cried.  My Keeper pulled me tight, giving me strength to keep walking.

JoJo saw us, a look of confusion coming over her.  Why was I with this girl she didn’t know?  Why was Karen crying?  What was going on?  Then she read my body language.  She realized what was happening.  “Angie, Angie, Angie!!!” She cried, running around her cage.  Her diapered bottom, obviously wet, bounced up and down in a way that I had though of as cute before, but now I realized that soon it would be my bottom that was diapered.

Another moment of clarity struck me, and I realized needed to make a run for it, before it was too late.  Mustering all my self control and focus, I pushed Jenn away.  I couldn’t think of her as my keeper if this was going to work.  I knew that in a very few cases, the Bond had been broken if it was fought against hard enough, early enough.  I had to try.  I ran for the door.  I pushed my Keeper’s mom and dad out of the way.  I saw a Pets*R*Us associate lunge to hit a button by the door, and the doors started to slide shut.  I thought I could make it though.  I focused.  Run.

Then, Her voice.  “Stop, Jeff. I am your Keeper.  Stop.”

Her voice.  I stopped. I sank to my knees.  The doors closed.  I could have made it to the doors, but the Bond… the Bond wasn’t going to be broken.  She took my hand, more firmly this time, and she pulled me to my feet.  We walked back to where I had tried to run.  My Keeper’s parent's pulled themselves off the floor, and were dusting themselves off, surprised and annoyed.  

Angie came running up, the same confused look on her face that JoJo had had only a minute earlier, trying to figure out why I was holding hands with someone who was not Karen, why everyone was crying, and why there had been such a big commotion.  Like JoJo, it only took a few seconds to read my body language and figure it out.  The fact that I was now standing in a puddle of my urine helped clarify things as well, I suspect.

“Oh, Jeff!”  She looked almost apologetic as she came towards me, stopping on the way to give Karen a big supportive hug.  “Come on, let’s go get you into a room.”  She looked questioningly at my Keeper, holding out her hand.  “Hi, I’m Angie.  I’m a friend of Jeff and Karen here.“

Jenn smiled, shaking Angie’s hand.  “Hi, I’m Jenn.  I’m Karen’s sister.”

Angies face lit up in surprise.  “Oh!  Well, that’s… interesting,”  she said, looking at me, then to Karen, then back to Jenn.  “Well, very nice to meet you.  Why don’t you bring Jeff over to Room 3 in the back.  I’ll have someone clean this up.”  She gestured at the puddle under me.

Room 3.  I shivered.  Many of the classes had been in Room 3.  It was the larger of the three private rooms.  Usually it had been JoJo, or another Pet, accompanying us to Room 3 on a leash to be the subject of the class, and I admit that I had never really considered how they felt.  I mean, they were Pets.  They were meant to be Pets.  Now, I was the Pet, and I didn’t think I liked it one bit.

Keeping a firm grasp on my wrist, Jenn lead me in the direction Angie had pointed, towards Room 3.  I wanted to run, but I could feel the hand on my wrist, and I didn’t have the ability to fight it.  I followed.  Everything was hazy.  Why was this happening to me?  I’m not a Pet.  I’m not supposed to be a Pet… but here I was… and the rest of the family following along, as if this were normal, as I meekly went where my Keeper led me.

When we arrived at Room 3, Karen opened the door.  I saw the exam cage at the front of the room.  The bars gleamed silver, the end door open, as if beckoning, waiting for me. Sized to hold a Pet on all fours, it was designed to allow the whole class to see the Pet on display, and give access to their body for demonstration.    No way.  I wasn’t going in there.  I wasn’t supposed to go in there.  I pulled away, towards the chairs.   Towards where I had sat in all the classes.  Towards where I should be sitting. Jenn let me pull in that direction, not sure what Angie wanted us to do.  There were three rows of chairs, and Jenn led me to the front row, and we sat.  I wanted to run, but my Keeper kept a firm grip.  My Keeper’s grip felt good.  I liked that she was holding me.  

Trying to calm myself down, I looked around the room.  I recognized the many posters on the walls from the various classes I’d sat here for… “Proper Nutrition for you Pet”, “Is your Pet wearing the right Diapers”, “Pet Grooming Basics”, and “Does your Pet Get Enough Exercise?” all stood out.  They were of course sponsored by the various brands… PetChow, KC Pet Diapers (“For your active Pet!”), Pet-Shine grooming cream, and “Home Pet Runs”.  I shivered.  What would have meant one thing only a few hours ago completely changed when I was the Pet being fed, diapered, groomed, or exercised.  I shivered and whimpered, and my Keeper pulled me closer, calming me a little.  She pulled my head around to rest on her chest, which had the unfortunate side effect of directing my eyes at the exam cage up front.

Mounted on a low platform, it was elevated off the floor, both to make it easier to see for those in the class, as well as make it easier to work on, demonstrate, or do whatever needed to be done, depending on the class.  The chrome cage had closely spaced bars, with numerous hatches and openings to provide whatever access was needed while keeping the Pet safely inside.  I knew that if I allowed myself to go into there,  it was all over.  I would be a Pet forever.  

I closed my eyes, tried to ignore my Keepers’ hand on me, and prepared with all my resolve to run, one last time.  If I focused, I thought I could make a break for it.  I would put my fingers in my ears so that I couldn’t hear her voice this time. I started to tense my body, preparing the flight-or-flight response.  Just as I was about ready to push away and go, the door opened and Angie came in.  Distracted, I forgot my plan.

Angie looked surprised to see me sitting there.  “Jenn, you need to firmly lead him to the front of the room.  He looks like he was about to run again.”

Jenn looked at me, tightening her grip.  I could see her trying to read my mind.  I shrank back.

“Tell him he won’t run.  Tell him he’ll do as you say.”

“You’re my Pet… you will not run.  Come with me.”  She almost had to physically pull me, although there was no way I could resist her, especially when she repeated it.  “Come with me.  You’re my Pet.”  It was only a few steps, but it was as if I had walked death row.  I was at the entrance to the cage.

Angie was there waiting.  “OK, now tell him to ‘kennel up’.  He needs to be conditioned that when he hears that phrase, he will get in the cage, crate, or kennel without any thinking.  Do it now.”

“Kennel up.”  I looked at her.  She had said it almost as a question.  I didn’t want to.

“More forceful.  You can’t give him an opportunity or thought that he might resist.”

“Kennel up!”  This time, her voice carried the un-arguable weight of a command, and I found myself climbing head-first into the cage.  

“OK, reward him with a ‘Good boy’, and repeat the command.”

“Good boy, Pet.  Kennel up.  Good boy.”  Her voice was firm, and I felt the warmth of knowing that I was pleasing my Keeper.  I was doing the right thing.  I was being good.  Getting in the cage pleased my Keeper.  As I heard the door close and lock behind me, though, it broke me out of the trance I was falling into and I panicked again.  This time, though, I was in a secure cage.  There was no place to run, nothing I could do.  I started bawling.

Angie looked at Jenn.  “Wow, that was close.  I think he was going to run again.  You need to be really careful with Pets at this stage… they often still think that they have a chance to run, and Jeff here was definitely on the edge.  It’s important to get them in a cage quickly.  Now that he’s there, though… you should maintain physical contact with him.  It will calm him, and help with the imprinting and Bonding."

I felt my Keeper’s touch on my neck as she reached in, and indeed I calmed a little.  Tears streaming down my face, I looked at Karen. I could see her through the bars of the cage, sitting in a chair.  See her through the bars of the cage I occupied. My cage.  The chair next to her was empty. The chairs we had so often sat during classes.  Her look told me all I needed to know.  Pity.  Sadness.  Regret.  Acceptance. 

Angie looked around, and decided she needed to take change.  So she did.  Not knowing what else to do or say, she fell back on her professional training.

“OK, so welcome to Pets*R*Us.  I know some of you… but for those I don’t, I’m Angie.  I will be happy to help you through what I hope is a joyous, but stressful, time as you adapt to your new Pet.”  Looking at Karen, she continued, “I know these times can have many loaded emotions, as some people may feel sadness, or even anger, as if they are losing a friend or family member, but I can only assure you that things will get better with time, and I hope you can help by being supportive in this transition?”  She said it as a question, and Karen nodded.  

“Good,” she continued, “And Jennifer was it, right?  As a new Keeper, do you have any training?”

Jennifer, still petting me through the access hatch, shook her head.  “No, I’m afraid not.  But I hope… that… Karen, I know you have a lot of training.  You were looking for a Pet, I know.  This is.. weird… I know, but will you help me?”  She looked pleadingly at her sister.

Karen stood up, and then walked over and hugged her sister.  “I won’t say that this is working out how I wanted… and I still have a lot to process… but you’re my sister, and I love you.  Of course I’ll help.  The fact that it’s Jeff… and we were going to get married… I’m not sure.  It will be weird.  But I’ll help you.”

Angie smiled.  “That’s great.  I know Karen has taken all my classes already, so that will help a lot.  For that matter, so has Jeff here, so for better or worse he knows what coming.  It’s obviously hard on him, so he’ll need all the support he can get too.  Karen and Jeff, I know you saw how hard it was for JoJo, so I know you are aware that sometimes a new Pet and Keeper have an easy time, and sometimes a hard time.  I’ll help do what I can to give you pointers on how to make it as easy as possible, OK?”

Karen and my Keeper both nodded.  I just felt my Keeper petting me.  She could keep petting me all day.  I wouldn’t mind.

Angie looked at her phone.  “OK.  I know Karen and Jeff had plans to leave today… so… I have to ask, what’s your schedule? It’s just after 11am.”

Joe spoke up.  “We have an 8PM flight home to , but Jenn was going to fly out at 3 back to Seattle.  Do we… do we need to change it?  What should we do?”

Angie looked at Jenn.  “You’re going to need a fair amount of help over the next few days.  There are a lot of changes in the transition for both you and your Pet… if you could be with family, it would be a lot easier.”

“It would be hard for us to stay here… and the flight was completely booked.  I’m not sure how we we stay around to help out, or bring Jenn back with us…”  Joe said, looking at Valerie.

“Well,” Angie said, "you have Jeff’s ticket… and Karen, I think you said you were flying on NorthEast, where, as you know, ‘Pets Fly Free’.”

Karen looked surprised.  “Fly Jeff… as a Pet?”

Angie looked sympathetic.  “Karen, honey…” she gestured at me, locked in a cage, still wearing the gown from my graduation which was now wet in front.  

Joe nodded.  "You have a point. Let me call the airline and see if we can switch Jeff’s ticket into Jenn’s name.”  He pulled out his phone, and walked away.  

“It’s not ideal, keeping him away from his new Keeper for your whole flight, but you have a few days here for conditioning and imprinting, and I think overall it would be better to do it at home.  So, to get ready, we need to prep your new Pet.  First things first… she opened a drawer under the exam cage, and pulled out some leather cuffs and handed them to Jenn.  He’ll let you do this, but based on his escape attempts and the look in his eyes, I think the rest of us should stay away.  His rational decision making skills and judgement are likely slipping already, so while he wouldn’t harm anyone intentionally he might do something accidentally.”

I watched as Jenn looked me in the eyes, and while keeping my attention she opened an access hatch near my arm.  She took my hand, and buckled the cuff around it.  It locked.  Then, she put my hand back down in the cage and attached a clip there to the ring on the cuff.   Closing the door, she repeated the procedure on my other hand, then broke eye contact to go behind me.

“Keep talking to him so he knows it’s you.  He might kick if he thinks he has a chance to get loose.”

My Keeper’s voice kept going, telling me what a good boy I was, and how happy she was that I kept still.  I felt relaxed, and allowed my limbs to be locked to the bottom of the cage.  Jenn stepped away.  I panicked at the loss of her touch, and struggled, the cuffs holding me tight.  

“OK, so given your choice to head home, which I think is the right move, you’re going to have to make some choices quickly.  We can process the registration here, get him chipped, and give him his vaccinations, all of which will be necessary to get him on the plane.  You’re also going to need some supplies, because I know you don’t have any, and there are some things that you’ll need.  As far as Bonding, I’ll give you the pointers that I can in the time we have, but I strongly suggest booking an obedience and conditioning class for tomorrow morning.  I can help you get into a class in a Pets*R*Us in California, unless you have someplace else you’d rather go?”

“Uh, sounds good,” said Jenn.  She was standing a few feet from me, and it seemed like she was coming to the realization of what was happening on her own.  

Angie reached into a binder she was carrying.  “OK, here’s the quick list of what you need.”  She looked over.  “Karen… would you help your sister go shopping?  Maybe your mom too? Focus on what’s in the ‘Your First Day’ section.  I’d also suggest getting what’s in the ’If your Pet is a male’ section.”  

Karen nodded, and they left the room.  I was alone.  I was alone in a cage.  I was a Pet.  I started to panic again.  Angie looked at me.  “Well Jeff, I have to say I’m only half surprised to see you as a Pet… you and JoJo got along so well, I guess I would have taken a bet there you’d be here.  But… your Keeper being Karen’s sister?  A male Pet to a female Keeper, the sister of the girl he was supposed to marry?  Well… that’s unusual!”

I knew Angie was trying to calm me down, but she wasn’t my Keeper, and it just made me more anxious.  Joe was still on the phone.  I was in a cage.  I was a Pet.  I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing.  Panicking wouldn’t help right now.

“What do I do, Angie?  Why am I here?  Why me?”

“Jeff… well, I know you’ve talked to JoJo at length.  Some people… well, I guess this sounds cliche, but some people are destined to be Pets.  It’s not the kind of thing you choose, or not.  It’s… it’s just who you are.”

“But I don’t want to be a Pet!  I don’t want to be in this cage!  I don’t want to wear a diaper!  I don’t want to be owned!”  I sobbed.  “What do you mean, it’s ‘who I am’?  That’s such… bullshit.  it’s not who I am.”

Angie reached into the cage, caressing the hair on my head, scratching me.  “But it is, Jeff.  You found your Keeper, and now you’re a Pet.  You can make the best of it, or you can fight it, but… you’re her Pet.  You know as well as I do that your body and mind will change now.  You can’t be trusted even now… look at what happened when you tried to run.  You could have hurt people.  And if you’re not kept in control, you’ll try other things.  You know this.”

I did.  I had taken the classes.  I knew that the mind of a Pet quickly lost critical decision making skills, and the ability to assess the impact of a decision.  It’s why Pets were kept under their Keepers’ control, on leashes, or in cages.  “Angie, this sucks.  I’m not sure if it’s worse for Karen, or for me.”

“Well, I think Karen definitely is going to have a hard time.  You guys had your whole life ahead of you, with all sorts of plans.  Now, she’s on her own, but you’re still in the family.  You, on the other hand… well, I think Jenn will be a very good Keeper for you.  And if you have a good Keeper, well… you’re set.  You’ll be fed, cared for, and…” she smiled, "have all the sex you can handle.  What’s so wrong with that?”

“Well, I just pissed myself again, I’m in a cage,  the person I expected to be my wife and her sister, who soon will be my legal owner, are on a shopping trip to buy me diapers, and as soon as my registration is complete I will have the legal rights of a pet hamster.”

“Ok, so there’s that.  But how was the play, Mrs Lincoln?”

 

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Wow.  I thought this was very good.  With all the new stories on the KeepersVerse coming out, I had to take a breather.  Overwhelming.  I wonder if it was like this when the Diaper Dimension first started.

Since I haven't read all the stories yet, and I may have missed something, What if someone wrote a story about The First Pet/s?  It could be interesting to see how society grasped this condition.

Thanks for sharing, Justforfun!  I loved your story, heartwrenching, as it is.

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Thanks for the comments; they are certainly appreciated!

As I write this story (and I have a lot more written now), I am realizing that it might fit on other sites better, as so far the diaper side of the story has not been very prominent.  Not sure how broad the appeal is, but I hope it can be interesting to some, so I will continue posting it here.

 

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A few minutes later Jenn and Karen came back.  They had a shopping cart loaded with supplies.  “I had a few questions,” Karen started, “since this is… unusual… first… a Pet cage is listed, but I think we can just get a travel crate, right?”

“Yes, since you’re leaving soon, you can just borrow a cage for now, and then get one in California.”

“OK, do we need all the restraints that are listed?”

Angie looked at the list.  “Well, the travel crate you selected- which is a really good one, by the way, I guess you were listening during the ‘Traveling with your Pet’ class- comes with a special muzzle that connects to the crate’s water supply, so you don’t need another muzzle for now.  You do need the Pet-Paws… yes, the lockable kind, until he’s trained well enough to be trusted not to remove them… no, you don’t need the harness… yes, you will definitely need this.”  She held up the metal contraption.  I knew what it was from the ‘So Your Pet is a Male’ class.  It was a chastity device.  

I whimpered, and Jenn laughed.  “Why does he need this?”  

Angie looked at Karen.  “Well… as you know… Pets and Keepers are very sexually attracted to each other.  Very.  And since you’re female and he’s male… well.. until you neuter him, he could get you pregnant.  Usually Pet and Keeper are the same sex, so it’s not a problem, but in your case… well… at least one of you needs to wear a chastity device, and I assume you don’t want it to be you, Jenn.”

Jenn laughed again.  “Nope.  Good point.  Ok.”

I had been silent, but I chose then to speak up.  “You’re not going to neuter me, right?  I mean… neutering?”  I was panicking again.  Everyone turned around with a surprised look on their faces.  They had already forgotten that I could understand them, and talk, and had only a short time ago been a virile man.

Angie was the first to respond.  “Karen, open the travel crate, and take out the included muzzle.  It’s a good one.  At this point, I think it would be best to proceed without input from your new Pet, especially because it's someone familiar to us.  I know it seems horrible to say, but the early part of this process is frankly a lot easier if you can disassociate a little.  We need to think of him as a Pet, not a human, and he needs to start thinking of himself that way as well.  Otherwise, we'll end up making decisions and reacting as if it's our friend Jeff, who we know and love and trust, as opposed to the Pet that Jeff has become, who we love, but don't know or trust."

“Oh c’mon,” I tried to protest, “I’ll be quiet, I promise.  Really.  Please don’t put a muzzle on me.”  By that time, Karen had found the muzzle in the included items in the travel crate, and was peeling the packing plastic off it.  The red plastic looked intimidating.  Karen handed it to Jenn, who brought it over to my cage.   

Angie instructed Jenn through the process of putting it on me, and what to say to get me to accept it.

Jenn unlocked the access door at the front, speaking gently but confidently.  “It’s OK pet.  I’m going to put this on you.  You’ll be fine.  Relax.  Let me put this on you.”  Her voice froze me, and I didn’t feel the need to fight as the plastic contraction was placed on my face.  First one, then another, then other strap was buckled and pulled tight.  Soon, it was on and locked.  I tried to talk.  Only the faintest sounds came out.  I tried to yell.  Barely audible.  “OK, much better.  Now we can do what we need to do.”

Angie handed Jenn a pair of scissors.  “OK, it’s time.  Let’s get all his clothes off.  He won’t need them any more.”

“Won’t he get cold?” Jenn asked, snipping carefully at my shirt, keeping a hand on the back of my neck to keep me calm.  

“No, a Pet’s body changes quickly.  There are some obvious changes such as the lack of bladder control and the poor decision making, but other changes include the Pet’s metabolism changing to generate a lot more heat, so he’ll need a special diet that can supply the energy, and over time he will become lighter.”

My top half was bare, except for the muzzle, and my shirt and the front of the gown were laying on the bottom of the cage.  She closed the front access doors and opened the rear doors.  Soon, my pants, the rest of the gown, and my shoes and socks were laying on the bottom of the cage as well.  These clothes were wet, evidence of my new-found lack of bladder control.  All the clothes were pulled out of the cage, and after my phone, wallet, and keys were removed from my pants, everything went into a trash bag.  Now I was cold and naked, on full display, in a cage with a number of other people walking around me, examining me.  Jenn seemed most interested in my genitals, reaching in and fondling them.  

Angie smiled.  “As I said, the Keeper and Pet have a close sexual bond, and, frankly, neither would be able to control themselves.  So, until you get him neutered, you should keep this locked on.  Jenn, here, take these, and get his knees as far apart as possible.”

“Spread your knees for me, my Pet.  Good boy.  Good boy for spreading your knees.”  I moved my knees apart, obeying my Keeper.  My Keeper reached into my cage, and I felt the leather straps tightening around my legs, holding my knees at the sides of the cage.  I was now well spread, presenting an embarrassing view to what I had hoped such a short time ago would be my wife and in-laws.

Angie took the chastity device, and showed everyone how it clipped around my balls and caged my penis, preventing sexual activity on my part.  I could feel the weight.  Angie looked around, and handed the key to Valerie.  “You shouldn’t ever allow Jenn access until he’s neutered.  Otherwise they _will_ have unprotected sex.  You don’t want that.  When you get home you should put it in a safe that Jenn doesn’t have access to.  Got it?   The next person who touches that key has to be the Pet doctor that will neuter him.”  

Valerie nodded and attached the key to her key chain, dropping the key to my release in her purse.  I whimpered again, but no one heard anything.

Angie went back to the shopping cart, coming back with a package of diapers and some wipes.  “Good, Karen, you were definitely listening in the traveling class.  These are the most absorbent with all-around coverage, and the cool thing is that they are designed so you can reverse them front-to-back.  This way it makes it more difficult for the Pet to tamper with the diaper, as well as making it easier to put on a caged Pet.  A good choice when he’ll be in the crate for a long time traveling, but probably too expensive for normal daily use… but you can get regular diapers back in California.  Jenn, let me show you how to diaper him in the cage.  It’s harder than when they’re free and you can just lay them on their backs.”

She opened some more access hatches, and showed Jenn how to wipe me off, including down my legs where I had dribbled.  I saw her unfold the diaper, and I felt her put one end on the small of my back.  Pets wore diapers, I knew that.  I had changed JoJo I don’t know how many times, and seen Pets be diapered in demonstrations in classes many times.  I had never given a thought to it being me there, in the cage at the front of the classroom.  The humiliation was too much, and I broke out into yet another round of sobbing into the muzzle.  Then, the part I had been not at all looking forward to.  The thick diaper was pulled forward between my legs, and one side was pulled up and taped on the back.  The diaper was adjusted some, and then the other side was pulled up and taped.  Then two more tapes tightened everything up.  Even with my legs still spread to the side of the cage the diaper felt hugely bulky between my legs.  The leg openings itched a little, and I tried to wiggle a little, not solving anything but hearing the diaper clearly crinkling.  Then I felt two fingers running around the inside of my crotch, settling the leak guards and relieving the itching, but causing a pain in my groin as I responded to the intimate attention.

“OK, now that he won’t dribble all over everything, let’s get him into his restraints.  I really recommend that you go with both arm and leg restraints.  Jeff is a strong Pet, and until you get him conditioned and trained… well, I know he’s a good boy, but he might hurt himself or others by accident.”  Angie took the Pet Paws out of their packaging.  

Opening a front access hatch, Angie showed Jenn how to talk to me, to keep me calm, while she removed the cuff on one wrist.  She then took my arm and placed it in the Pet Paw.  I had seen them before, of course, but I had had no idea how limiting they felt.  My fingers were held spread in a comfortable position, but useless through the leather ball.  At the bottom of the paw were traction pads, arranged in the pattern of a cat or dog’s paw pads.  My wrist could only bend a few degrees.  They came about half-way up my forearm, and the zipper locked at the top.  A metal ring at my wrist allowed Jenn to clip the paw to the cage again.  Soon, with Jenn talking confidently in a commanding tone to me, both hands were useless.

With the front paws done, they moved to the back.  “I recommend that all new Pets be kept down for the first few weeks.  First, their changing body will physically adapt faster this way, and it also psychologically reinforces their position.  These paws are the best, because they have everything from the integrated knee pads to the thigh strap here that will keep them down.  Let’s get these fastened on… Jenn, keep him calm…”  Soon, it was done.

“OK, last few things.  Registration.”  She pulled out a box.  “I need a blood sample… I guess I got ahead of myself, as usually we do it on a finger.  Oh well, any place will work.”  Taking a little snap device, she put it on my upper arm.  I felt a little pop, and she used a strip to collect the drop of blood.  “Be right back…”

Joe came over to Jenn.  “OK, you’re booked in Jeff’s seat.  Jeff… you… well, you’re flying Pet.  Same flight time, but they want us to the airport a little early so that we can get Jeff checked in.  I couldn’t do it here because we don’t have his registration number yet, but they said as long as we had them when we checked him in it wouldn’t be a problem."

Jenn smiled.  “Well, I guess it worked out about as well as it could have.  I mean, I just got off school, so I have the whole summer.  Hope you don’t mind if I crash at your place for a while, dad…”

“Of course not.  This is a big thing!  We can have a little Binding party if you want... invite some friends over... cook some burgers.  I mean, I had expected a wedding… but… a Pet is nice too.  Cheaper for us, too. ”  

I slouched in the cage.  Weddings.  Working.  Graduation.  So many things that were important to me, now gone.  Wait, what about my family?  I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of them yet.  None of my family had been able to afford the trip out to see me graduate… so none of them knew anything yet.  I tried to get their attention, to get them to remove the muzzle so I could ask Karen to contact my family, but to them it just looked like I was having another panic attack.  Jenn reached in, petting me, talking to me.  More tears came out.

Angie returned, a tablet in her hand.  “OK, everything checks out.  Genetically he’s as expected, no issues.  No diseases found.  So, last part.  Normally we have you fill in a paper form and then we enter it, but given the timing I’ll do it directly.  OK, Jenn, your name and address?”

“Jenn Buxton.  123 Applegate Road, Seattle, Washington.”

“Age?”

“19”.

“Sex - female… eyes - brown… height?”

“5 feet, 11 inches.”

“OK, that’s all for you.  OK, Pet…”

“Name?  Well, I know that.  Address?  I know that as well.  Age... 22 right?"  Karen nodded.  "OK, weight?”  She looked at a display on the cage I was in. “180 pounds.  Height?”  She looked at Karen.

“5 feet, 4 inches.”

“Ok, Keeper, do you want to change his name, legally?  I recommend it, to help him make the transition.”

Jenn looked at Karen.

Karen shrugged.  “Most Pets have a name that is something close to the human name they are losing.  As you probably know, most names for Pets are diminutive.  Maybe something like JayJay for him?  Kind of like JoJo.”

Angie and Jenn both smiled, and Jenn.  “Yup.  I like it.”

“JayJay it is then.  OK, I think we have everything here.  Oh, temporary address?  This will go in his chip, in case he’s recovered.  You can  change it anytime.”  Joe spoke up, and gave their address in California.

“Right, ok… checking, checking, all good.  This is a legal form, so Jenn, please sign here….”  Jenn took a stylus, and signed on the screen.  “His blood test functions as his signature, and he’s no longer legally human after the execution of this anyway, so…” she pushed a button.

“Done.  He’s your Pet, legally.”  Jenn’s petting of me increased in intensity.  I had no more tears to cry.

"OK, so based on the registration…” Angie picked something up.  I recognized it from another class we had taken.  It was the chipping gun.  She took a small package, and held it to an area on the table.  “OK, chip’s programmed.”  She looked at me.  “Sorry Jeff… I mean JayJay, I hear that this isn’t pleasant.  But it will be over quickly, I promise.”  She opened a hatch on the top of the cage and used an alcohol wipe to clean an area on the side of my neck.  She inserted the little pellet into the gun.  Pinching the skin on the side of my neck she had cleaned, she pressed the gun to it and quickly hit the trigger.  A pain as if I had just been stabbed came from injection site, and I tried to scream into my muzzle.  “Good thing that muzzle was in, right JayJay?  Here Jenn, hold this over the injection point until the bleeding stops.”  

I felt my Keeper’s hand on my neck, and immediately relaxed.  She was talking.  “You’re here.  You’ll be fine. I’m your Keeper.  You’re safe with me.”  I felt myself slipping into a trance.

“OK, last thing, Angie said.  Did you pick out a collar?”

A collar.  The ultimate symbol of Pet-hood.  I guess it was inevitable.

“Yes, we have three… we couldn’t decide.  The first is this basic leather collar.”  OK, it wasn’t that bad.  A basic leather collar.

Angie looked at it.  “Yup, basic locking collar.  Not a bad choice.”

“The second option,” said Karen as she held up a box I couldn’t really see through the chrome bars of my cage, “has tracking and monitoring.  This was my choice.”

"And the third option was this.”  Jenn held up another box I couldn’t see.  “Has the tracking and monitoring, along with what they call ‘Positive Pet Control’.  What’s that?”

Angie sighed.  “I don’t like those, Jenn.  They are… well, they’re shock collars, really.  They’re for really stubborn Pets that need more consistent behavioral reminders to correct specific problems when the Keeper isn’t around, but I see too many Keepers who buy them because the Keepers themselves don’t know how to properly train or condition their Pets.  The collar that Karen has is the one that I recommend… I guess she was listening when she attended my classes.”

I closed my eyes.  We had covered collars in a class that we had taken only a month or so ago.  The monitoring collar would let Jenn monitor my health, alertness, activity level, and, if I managed to get free, my location.  At the time, I had thought that would be a pretty great set of features to have it we ever got a Pet.  Not so much for me.

Karen opened the box, and pulled out the collar.  Installing the batteries, they spent a few minutes downloading the app to their phones, connecting, and making sure that everything was working.  While they were doing that, Angie fetched the metal registration tags that had been printed in another room, and attached them to the front of collar.  They jingled a little.  Then Angie opened the front of the cage.  “OK boy, it’s your big moment.  Reassure him, Jenn, and let him know you’re going to take good care of him.  That he shouldn’t worry about anything.  Tell him he’s a good boy.”

I heard the words coming from my Keeper’s mouth, but they went past my conscious hearing.  I held still and closed my eyes, a warm comforting glow around me.  I felt the collar around my neck, and then the click as it locked on.  I shook my head a little, getting used to the feeling of the collar around my neck, a feeling that would be there for the rest of my life.  I opened my eyes, still hearing my Keeper’s voice.  She kissed me on the forehead, and a tingling warmth ran over me.  I felt owned.  I felt safe.  I felt like I was a Pet.

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Angie looked at her watch.  “OK, it’s 12:30.  That didn’t really take all that long.”  I had been reduced from an adult with a freshly printed college diploma, to a non-human Pet in a wet diaper in a cage, in an hour and a half.  Great.  “I think that we all need a break.  Why don’t you go get some lunch… I’m sure you’re hungry, and it’s been an exciting morning.  I’ll take care of Jeff… JayJay… if you’ll help me for one moment, Jenn.”

Karen and Jennifer looked at their parents, and shrugged.  “OK… Jenn doesn’t need to stay with him, though?” Valerie asked.  

Angie shook her head.  “He’ll be find for a little while.  He needs some time to process this too.  You’ll have plenty of time to bond.  Why don’t you go out, and come back about two?  An hour and a half?  And Jenn, just help me with this one thing.”  Meanwhile, she had unclipped my front and rear… paws, I guess… and released the straps holding my legs open.  I was free.  In a cage, but free.  It felt good to move around a little.  As I closed my legs, I could feel the thick diaper, and the metal cage on my privates.

 I saw her reaching into the drawer.  She came out with a leash.  “OK Jenn, come here and clip on his leash.  I want you to tell him that the leash is an extension of you, and if he’s on the leash, it just like you touching him.”  

This had been covered in a class.  I remembered.  I knew exactly what was supposed to happen.  I could fight this.  I was supposed to feel as if my Keeper was there, and react on the leash as if it was her hand guiding me.  I closed my eyes, trying not to hear her voice, but it wasn’t working.  I could feel her control, and my willingness to follow her directions.  “The leash is my hand.  When you’re on the leash, you’re safe.  When you’re on the leash, you’re in my control.  If you follow the leash, you’re being a good boy.”  The voice went deep into my psyche, repeating.  When I felt a tug on my collar, I realized I was on the leash.  Angie opened the front of the cage, pulling out the ramp under the cage, so that I could descend.  I followed the gentle tug on my collar.  The pull relaxed me.  I could relax, and follow the pull of the leash, and know that my Keeper was happy, so I was happy.

I descended the ramp, and Jenn, following Angie, headed for the door of Room 3.  I had entered an hour and a half ago, half man and half Pet, still fully clothed   I was leaving on a leash, the thick diaper a clear indicator of both my status and level of control, and the restraints on me a poor reflection of the trust others had in my ability to behave.  I was at the same time humiliated and ashamed… humiliated that I was on a leash, wearing a diaper, clearly a non-human, but ashamed that I couldn’t be trusted to be a better Pet for my Keeper.  I paused, but the firm tug of the leash was more than I could resist, and I followed my keeper out into the store, into public.

 

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

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Wow I  think if I were in that position I would much rather just have someone put a bullet through my head. I couldn’t handle going from being a man to being constantly restrained and muzzled and being forced to exist in a cage locked down the majority of the time. That’s no longer a life. 

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Thanks for the comments.  Re-reading these early chapters, I do agree that it seems dark at this point.  But I promise things get better for Jeff!  Being a Pet isn't all that bad once you get used to it.

Usual disclaimer... this is probably not for everyone, etc.

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I could hear Angie guiding Jenn.  “He’s doing fine.  He’s nervous, but keep the leash taut, and let him know that you’re there, and in control.”  I knew this.  I had taken the classes.  I knew the behaviour training.  The real surprise was that it was so effective on me.   It worked.  I was living the frustration that JoJo had so often expressed in our talks.  But the pull of the leash was… comforting.  It provided direction, and control, and affirmation that I was doing the right thing.

I was lead around the store, over to the holding cages.  There were a few other Pets there, waiting for a grooming, or a class, or just waiting while their Keepers shopped.  I was taken to a cage on the end, and with some encouragement, entered.  The cage door closed with a clang, and Jenn was left there, holding my leash which passed through a small access hatch in the cage door.

“Tell him what will happen, and what you expect.  You’re going for lunch, and you’ll be gone for about an hour and a half to two hours.  You expect him to behave, and while you’re gone he should listen to me.  He’ll be safe in this cage.”

Jenn turned to me, and once again her speech went right to something under my unconscious self.  I heard the words, but they just seemed reassuring, relaxing, and I knew that I could trust her, that she’d return, and that I would be OK.  Angie would be there.  I knew Angie.  Angie would be OK to listen to until my Keeper came back.  I relaxed, as my Keeper’s hand removed the leash from my collar and closed the hatch.  The clear plexiglass cage door gave me a view of my Keeper walking away with the person I had previously considered a friend, but in the short term might consider an acceptable surrogate for my Keeper, for a little while, anyway.  

I looked around the cage.  It was, clearly, a cage.  It was only about three feet tall, but with my ankles held to my thighs so that I walked on all fours, the height wasn’t really a problem. Other than the door, there were two sides that appeared to be a solid… something… and the third wall, in the the cage beside me, was a dense metal mesh.  I tried to examine my restraints a little more, but there wasn’t really anything to see that I hadn’t seen before in classes.  Front and rear Pet Paws… a muzzle that I could feel but couldn’t really see… a very very thick diaper… well… not much I could do.  Now what?  I made a few circles in the cage, then tried to find a comfortable position to lie down.  

Looking out into the store, I saw the rest of my life.  Pet products… Pets on leashes, some walking on two legs, some restrained, like me, to the ‘down’ position on all fours.  All wearing diapers.  All on a leash.  Some with the Pet Paws, or similar… some with free hands.  It seemed there were all sorts of pets wandering through the store.  What I hadn't really realized before though was how happy and relaxed the Pets seemed.  They walked along beside their Keepers, and I saw Keepers reach down to give their Pets a little scratch.  They were on a leash but it didn't seem to bother them, and they reveled in the attention from their Keepers.  I hoped my Keeper would give me that care and attention, and that things would get better.

Then I saw a Pet on a leash that I recognized.  I got up, and went to the door of my cage as JoJo was lead on a leash to the cage next to mine by Angie.  JoJo’s eyes went wide as she recognized me.  “Jeff?”

“JayJay now, dear,” Angie corrected, as she opened the cage door and JoJo went in.  “Come here, JayJay.  Look, I will remove your muzzle so you two can chat if you PROMISE to not make a lot of noise.  OK?”

I nodded.  I definitely needed to talk to JoJo right now.  

“OK.  I’m going to bring you some food too.  Come to the hatch.”  I shuffled over, and Angie opened the hatch in the door.  She reached in and using a key on her necklace she released the straps on the muzzle.  I was free.  Well, free-ish.  I guess if I considered the removal of the muzzle being free… well…

“Thanks Angie.”  

She looked at me, a strange combination of sadness and happiness in her eyes.  “I’m sorry… that it happened this way, but I’ve seen the way you talked to JoJo.”  She held my face in her hands.  "I think… I hope… well, I hope you can soon find comfort and joy in this.  I think you and Jenn will do well together.  She doesn’t know the details of how to be a Keeper yet, but she seems kind, and loving, and I hope you do well together.  I’m sure you’ll do well together.”

I didn’t know what to say.  I felt myself tearing up yet again.  “Thanks.  Thanks for everything.”

“You know… the reason I pulled you to all the Pet classes was you, you know.  I don’t know if I had a feeling, or what… but… I saw how you interacted with JoJo.  I think that maybe I realized, subconsciously, that the training would come in useful.  I don’t know.”  She looked away.  “You can get water from the nipple in the cage.  I’ll get you some food.  Talk to JoJo.”

She left, and I turned to the metal partition between the cages.  “Hi.” I said.

“Hi. So… anything interesting happen today?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  "You have the… best… sense of humor ever.  Thank you.”  I could smell her through the partition.  She smelled different.  Stronger.  “So, any tips?”

Now it was her turn to laugh.  “I think that over the last year and a half you’ve heard everything.  I think Angie was right you know.  I don’t know how, but… she knows.  She’s seen it enough times.  Kind of like a human woman that can tell another woman is pregnant before even they know.”  She shook her head.  “You know my story, so it’s not like I’m going to tell you it will be easy, or everything will be roses.  But, I know I spent most of the time complaining, or whining.  I don’t think I ever really described the good parts.  How good you feel when you make your Keeper happy.  The joy of stretching out in a nice warm sunny spot on a cold morning.  Being free, and even expected, to act like the animal you always wanted to be during sex.  I don’t know your Keeper, but mine… Angie… is wonderful, and I do feel guilty that I complain so much.  You make of it what you can.  As you know, it’s not the life I would have chosen, but… there are wonderful parts too.”

I sighed and nodded.  “Yeah.  I know it will get better.  At least I hope it will get better.  My biggest worry is Karen.  We had such big plans.  And then, I see her sister for the first time and… well…”  I shrugged.  “I feel that I disappointed her, and it’s like I’m cheating on her with her sister.”

“Well, I hope you and she can work through that.  She's been a great human friend to me, and I hope she can be that kind of friend to you too."

Angie returned.  She had stainless steel bowl full of brown flakes.  She opened the hatch, and put the bowl inside.  She looked at us.  “You guys OK?”  We both nodded, and she walked away to a customer that was asking for her help.

“You should eat that.  It’s not that bad.”

I had tried Pet Chow before, in a Pet Nutrition class.  It wasn’t bad… kind of like a very bland wheat bran cereal.  I looked at my options… the or nothing... and mentally shrugged.   I had seen JoJo eat many times, and it’s not like I had choice.  I stuck my face in the bowl.  She was right.  The taste wasn’t… that bad, I guess?  

I looked at JoJo through the barrier.  “JoJo… I’m scared.”

She looked back, a serious look on her face.  “I know what you mean.  I’ve been there.  I mean, you know all too well what I think of this.  But… you have to trust your Keeper.”

“But all the people… they see me… I’m supposed to be a college student but I’m here.  I know it’s wrong to say… I mean, you’re in the same position… but… I’m not supposed to be here.”

“Well, you’re a Pet now.  You’ll have to accept that it’s a biological thing.  You know that.  I mean, before this morning, when you way a Pet when you were out and around what did you see?”

“I saw… a Pet.  I mean, Pets are Pets.  I didn’t see them as human.  I didn’t see them as… something I could become.”

“But you knew, intellectually, it was a possibility, right?  I mean, about ten percent of the population is either a Keeper or a Pet.  That means a little over five percent of the population is a Pet.  That’s five percent of the population walking around on a leash.  Why?  Because when they meet exactly the right person, their brain goes nuts. You know this.”

“I know this.”  And I did know this.  I mean, I knew JoJo, and I had taken the classes.  The intellectual knowledge was there.  But… I had never considered the I was in the five percent.  Well, maybe the Keeper five percent.  But not the Pet five percent.

“400 million people in this country.  Five percent of that is… what, 20 million people?  You don’t build chain stores called Pets*R*Us unless there are a lot of people on leashes.  And, my friend… you need to accept that you’re one of the ones on a leash.  That your judgement is not trustable.  That you need to rely on your Keeper to make sure that you’re safe.”

That didn’t help much, but I smiled.  “I think we had this same conversation a year ago, right?  I mean, I was the one telling you the exact same thing.  I was trying to convince you that being a Pet was your lot in life, and you should accept it.”

She smiled.  “Yup.  And it’s a difficult message to hear, when you still think of yourself as human.   You will find your peace.  But… It will take time.”

“I… guess.”

She changed the conversation, and we talked about the graduation, about Karen’s parents, about the news, about the weather.  Anything except that we were both sub-human, locked in cages, wearing diapers.

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The hour and a half passed quickly.  We talked comfortably, me nibbling at the food and water, gaining comfort in each other’s presence.  Soon, we both got up.  I was the first to see our Keepers approaching, talking to each other.  I picked up Angie talking.

“You get home late tonight, right?”

“Yeah, the three hour time change means even with the layover, we leave here at 8 or so and get in about 11.  Or, whatever my Dad said.  It’s been a long day.”

“I bet.”  They arrived at our cages.  I was at the door, nose to the air holes in the plexiglass, anxiously trying to catch a whiff of the scent of my Keeper.  JoJo was more relaxed in her cage, watching me with detached bemusement.  “So, we have a few hours.  He’s been fed and…” she checked something on the outside of the cage… “he’s had a good amount of water.  I’d suggest we work on conditioning and training.  He’s very, very receptive to training right now, so I’d strongly suggest taking advantage.”

“OK, makes sense.”

“So, take his leash, and open the hatch.”  I moved forward, excited to see my Keeper.  My diapered bottom was wiggling back and forth.  She reached in to attach the clip of the leash, and I relaxed into a blissful haze as I smelled her hand.  My Keeper was back.  Everything was OK.

“Should he have a muzzle on?”  I felt shame that my Keeper thought I needed a muzzle.  Didn’t she trust me?

“Ummm… well… I’m not sure we should trust him yet.  He won’t hurt you of course, but I’d be wary of him around others.  Let’s use the muzzle without the gag part.”  Even Angie didn’t trust me.  I lowered my head.

Angie showed Jenn how to separate the gag part from the muzzle, and of course I let my Keeper fit the red plastic contraption to my head.  After all, I got to smell her again, and I didn’t mind at all as she reached past my nose to lock the straps around my head. I realized I could still talk, but there were bars around my mouth, keeping me from getting my teeth near anything.  I thought back.  How many Pets had I seen wearing muzzles?  Well… not many… except in that class about obedience with that one Pet, of course… and I realized it was about trust.  Trust by the Keeper that the Pet would do what the Keeper expected.  Trust that the Pet wouldn’t harm themselves or others.  And I realized that Jenn didn’t trust me.  She didn’t know me.  I’d have to show my Keeper that she could trust me.

Angie opened the cage door.  I followed the guidance of the leash back to Room 3. 

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Updated some verbage about the prevelance of Pets in the population to make it consistent with future parts of the story.
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This is a fascinating examination of the immediate aftermath of the Bond. Most stories I've read (including my own) don't go into this much detail. REALLY good stuff. And the added twist that he has bonded with his fiancée's sister just makes it that much better. ?

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Thanks for all the feedback.  I'm honored that some of my favorite writers are reading my little story. :) 

I see this as taking place some time after the FAFOP stories, by the way... in that the Pet phenomenon is accepted and normalized in society, and there is a robust infrastructure in place to support it.  I am intentionally staying away from 'How did it happen', but I think in my mind some evil government research lab created a virus that was intending to either make their own population more subservient, or to make another country's society fall apart... depending on which conspiracy theory you believe...  and it was released accidentally and spread... and everyone adapted.  At the point this story takes place, it's just a fact of life, to the point where an advertising point for a major airline is, "Pets Fly Free!"

I have a lot of chapters written that do address the flight, doctor visit, training, and so on.  Just need to finish editing and get them out!

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My Keeper led me through the door and to the front of the room.  The cage was there, still open, but someone had been by to clean it up.  My clothes were gone, and there was a fresh clean disposable pad at the bottom.  I started to climb the ramp, but I stopped when Angie laughed.  "It's OK, JayJay, you're not going in a cage.  Let's all sit down over here at the desk."  She grabbed two chairs, and brought them over to the desk where a stack of pamphlets and binders waited.  "You can just clip his leash to the ring here, and let him sit beside you."

Taking the cue, I sat next to Jenn's chair as I heard the click of my leash being secured to the desk.  I felt warm and cozy as she scratched my head.  "Good boy."  Oh, I loved to hear that.  I put my head on the side of her leg, feeling her warmth on the side of my face.

"OK, so we have a few hours now.  Since we couldn't get you into that course tomorrow, I'm going to give you the personal, express version, OK?  The good news is that I know Je...JayJay has taken these classes several times... since I get paid by the attendee, I got them to attend whenever the class seemed small.  Now, I know that most people who take the class Unbound... not a Keeper or a Pet yet... assume that they are learning the Keeper role.  Right JayJay?"

I didn't move, as I didn't want her to stop petting me, but I replied, "Well, yeah."

"So you'll be... looking at it from a different perspective today, but you can still help your Keeper, right JayJay?”

I nodded, moving my heard against my Keeper’s hand.

"OK, so first class.  We call this class, 'So, you have a new Pet.  What now?'.  It's intended to be a two hour class for new Keepers and their Pets, but we're going to do it in..."  She glanced at her watch... "One hour.  While I know it might be fast, JayJay knows the material, Karen knows the material, and most of the class is actually available as video on the web.  But it has some critical things to set you both up for success, and that's what I want to focus on.  OK?"

Jenn nodded.  I nodded.

"Let's get started then.  JayJay, what's the Keeper's job number one?  JayJay?"

"A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe," I responded confidently.

"Right.  Jenn, say it with me.  A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe.  Again.  A Keeper's first job is to keep the Pet safe.  Good."  Angie looked Jenn in the eyes.  "If you remember this, the rest is easy.  Normally we go over the history of why there are Pets and Keepers, but we don't have time.  If you're not familiar, you can read about it later.  But the important thing to remember is that Pets will make bad decisions, that could cause harm to themselves or others.  It's not like they want to hurt others, but something in their brain has changed that makes them often not consider, or disregard, the consequences of actions.  Therefore, as a Keeper, it's your job to keep them safe.  If we didn’t have the Pet/Keeper dynamic, we’d have a significant portion of the population that we’d need to institutionalize… and we as a society have decided that this is a better, more loving, and ultimately more humane way of handling it.  So, your ethical, and legal, responsibility is to keep him safe.  How do we do that, JayJay?"

I sighed.  "Physical restraint, psychological control, and training."

Angie smiled.  "You're a good student."  Looking back at Jenn, she continued, "Physical restraint is used to make sure that they cannot make a choice that will cause harm to themselves or others.  We use leashes, cages, muzzles, paws, and so on, particularly in the early phases, to remove the opportunity to make a bad decision.  It's important that you realize that restraints are not a punishment.  We don't use them because he did something wrong.  We use them as a tool, to help keep him from doing something wrong.  OK?"

Jenn nodded.

"We'll go into the use of restraints a little bit later. They're very important, especially in these early phases where the second two controls are not as well established yet."

"The second is psychological control.  You and he are Bound.  You're linked in a way that is very, very powerful.  You feel it as a need to control him, and he feels it as an intense need to be controlled, to do what pleases you, and a joy and a warmth when he feels your approval.  As you learn how to control it, and how to use it as part of the training, which is the third part, your Bond will increase in strength and it will make you both feel warm and happy.  Most of the classes that you really need to take are for you, as Keeper, to learn how to effectively wield this psychological control in a safe, caring, and effective way.  We'll get a good introduction to this today, but you should take more advanced classes as soon as you can.  Karen is also really knowledgable here, by the way."

"And then training, which I mentioned was the third part.  This is longer term, and is based on the psychological control part.  You can train him to stay in safe areas of the house, or help out with chores, or other things that will both reduce the need for the restraints, as well as make the day to day living together easier.  We will just touch on this today… it’s a big topic. OK?"

"OK, the last part of keeping your Pet safe is keeping him healthy."  Angie spread out a disposable pad on the floor near me.  "JayJay, would you lay down on your back on here for me?"  I looked at my Keeper, and when she smiled and nodded I lay down and rolled over on my back on the pad.  The jingle of registration tags on my collar, the leash jingling against the desk and floor, and the crinkle of my wet diaper all echoed in my ears in the quiet room.  

"So, changing diapers..."  I became aware of the thick mass between my legs.  I hadn't noticed before, but now that I was laying on my back and the wet diaper was on top of me I was clearly wet.  Very wet.  "OK, we put this one on him when he was in the cage, so the tapes are under him.  So..."  She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer, and sliced both sides of the diaper.  "Now, take this new diaper, and ask him to lift up.  This is one of those trust things by the way... while he won't hurt you on purpose, he might not think about the implications of flopping back down on your hands if you tickle him accidentally, for instance.  You should look him in the eyes, and gently talk to him, reminding him keep his bottom up."  

Jenn slid the new diaper under, and then at the same time pulled the wet diaper off.  Suddenly, I felt a cold draft down below, and I jumped, dropping back down and curling up.  At the same time, I felt a warm rush, and relaxed.

Jenn jumped back in surprise, and Angie laughed, pulling the front of the new diaper up between my legs to contain the yellow fountain.  "That's a pretty common male reaction.  If he gets cold down there, I think they think it would help to warm things back up.  You should be ready to get him covered quickly.  After a few seconds, Angie cautiously lifted the front of my diaper.  "Now you can clean him up a little.  Take one of these wipes, and try to get in all the cracks and such... good..."

"Should we get a dry diaper?"

"Nah, it's going to be wet in a few minutes anyway, so why waste it."  Great, I was going from a wet diaper to a wet diaper.  Well, probably not the right thing to argue about.  I stayed silent.

Jenn pulled the front up, and fastened the tapes with some guidance from Angie about how to position them so that the diaper would stay tight and leak-free.

"Good enough for now.  Karen can help you here as well.  For that matter, they were both pretty good at changing JoJo’s diapers.  Now, every once in a while, if your Pet has a little funky smell, it doesn't hurt to wash him down with a warm cloth... but we'll skip that for now."

She checked her class agenda.  "OK, we can sit back in the chairs again and get off this floor."  They got up and sat back in the chairs, while I rolled to my... well.. paws, and moved back to my spot next to my Keeper.

"Feeding.  Also important, of course.  A Pet has a much higher metabolism, and will have different dietary needs.  Most of them still prefer the taste and variety of human food, but that should be a very rare treat, as it often disagrees with their digestion and... well, the diaper changes after will keep you from feeding them too much human food, if you know what I mean.  So, I suggest staying with one of the various Pet food options... I use Pet Chow with JoJo."  She continued on about how much to feed me, based on weight, and so on.

She checked her agenda.  "OK... introduction, check.  Health and diapering, check.  Feeding, check."  She looked at me.  "JayJay, am I missing anything?"

I thought about it.  "Clothing?"

"Ah, right.  Pets don't need clothes.  You know that, right?"  

Jenn frowned. "Well, I hadn't really thought about it... I mean, sometimes I see Pets wearing clothes and sometimes not."

"So, the metabolism of a Pet changes quickly.  His body is much warmer now.  Unless it's below 35 degrees or so, you don't need to give him any clothes for warmth reasons.  And if you do give him clothes, you need to make sure they are Pet-appropriate, and won't cause him to overheat.  The biggest reason that Pets wear clothes is for sun protection outside, or if it's really, really cold, like freezing.  Occasionally if you go to someplace like a fancy restaurant, they may want the Pets clothed so that everyone doesn’t have to stare at a naked body in a diaper while they eat… depends on the place.  Also, some female Pets are more comfortable wearing a bra-like harness to support their breasts, but that's not a problem for you.  And of course some Keepers just like the look of a clothed Pet better.  So whatever you want is fine, but just be careful of what you put on him and make sure he's not overheating.  Especially if he’s gagged he might not be able to tell you."

Jenn nodded.  "OK, makes sense."

"Anything else before we move to restraints?"

Jenn shook her head.  Angie looked at me, and I shook my head.

"OK then."  She pulled out a class pamphlet.  "So, as I said, the purpose of restraints is to keep him from doing something that you, as Keeper, don't want him to do.  Restraints shouldn't be used as a punishment, partly because you want him to be cooperative in the use of the restraints as something in his own best interest, and also because... well, I think it's just wrong."

"Makes sense."

"So, the kinds of restraints he's wearing now... the Paws, which just a specific brand of the generic term of mittens, are a big part of keeping him out of trouble.  Many Pets grow out of them in time, but often a Pet never gets to the point that you can let them go without the mitts.  As an example, it took a year of the hypnotic training before I could trust that JoJo didn’t need to wear the mitts, and I still have her wear them occasionally.  There is a lining inside, so when he’s in his cage you can remove the mitts and wash the lining.  That’s an every few days thing, more often if he’s sweating a lot.  Questions?”

Jenn shook her head.

“The leash and collar.  The collar both marks him as a Pet, and provides a powerful control point.  The leash keeps him from going where he shouldn't.  You need to be very careful about pulling hard on the leash… his throat is not as strong as, say, a dogs, so the use of the leash should be firm, but never yanking.  OK?”  Another nod.  

“I know we’re going fast, but we have a lot to cover.  Alright, the muzzle.  The muzzle keeps him from getting into trouble with his mouth.  The obvious thing is biting, but it also keeps him from eating things he shouldn’t.   If he’s sexually excited, in particular, the muzzle will keep him from putting his nose and mouth where it doesn’t belong, if you know what I mean…”

Jenn smiled.  The sexual energy of a Pet was well know, of course.  

“The gag is… well, frankly the gag is a convenience for us.  Sometimes Pets just want to talk, or yell, or generally make a nuisance of themselves.  The gags just help keep the racket down.  It’s the only restraint item that I can think of offhand that isn’t about keeping a Pet safe, it’s just for our benefit.”  Angie laughed a little.  "They’re also highly recommended during sexual activity if there is anyone living within, say, ten miles.  I feel a little bad when I use it on JoJo, but, well, as a Keeper sometimes you need to do what you need to do.”

"The paws on his legs keep him down, where there is less ability for him to get himself into trouble in the first place, and makes the other restraints more effective.  None of these are to punish you, right JayJay?  They're there to keep you from doing something that would cause harm to yourself or others.  Same philosophy on the diaper, by the way.  Many new Pets find having to wear a diaper humiliating, or think it's a punishment.  It's not a punishment... they can't control themselves, so we use this to help them."

"OK, so you have all these.  Let me go over some other restraints that might be helpful.  If you want, we can order these now, and I can have a local store deliver them to you today, so that they're waiting for you tonight.  First, a cage.  Almost all Pets have a cage at home, and you should get one quickly."

"Isn't that a cage?" Jenn, asked, gesturing at what she and Karen had bought previously.

"No, that's a crate.  It's much smaller, and is designed for travel.  You can see that there are only a few wire mesh areas where he can see out, and he won't be really comfortable in there for extended periods of time.  But, it meets the airline size requirements, and provides these food and water feeders that are designed to work with the muzzle he's wearing."

"OK, so we need another cage too?  Like the cage on the platform there?"

"No, that's an exam cage.  It's designed to keep the Pet from being able to move around much, while providing lots of access so you can work on him.  What you want is something like this."  She showed Jenn something on the table, but I couldn't see.  "This is like the cage I have for JoJo.  Ideally you want one large enough for the Pet to turn around in, and even stretch out in, so that you can leave them there when you go to work, for example.  A bored Pet wandering around the house can get into a lot of trouble."

"OK, is that a good one?  Should I just order that?"

Angie thought.  "Hold on a minute."  

She left, and my Keeper leaned over and looked at me, rubbing the back of my neck.  "How are you doing?  We haven't really gotten to talk yet, just us.  I've never really even talked to a Pet before, you know.  I...well, this is all new for me."

I laughed a little.  "Well, I have to say it's new for me too.  We'll figure it out.  It's not going to be easy for me, but... well... you should talk to Karen.  She knows me well... I guess you could say... and she's also very good with JoJo.  I hope that she'll be good to me."  I looked up at her.  "I'm worried that Karen will feel betrayed by me, or jealousy towards you... I don't know.  I don't know what she's thinking.  But I hope you talk to her."  She scratched me a little harder, and I put my head on her lap, turning my neck into the scratch.  The touch from my Keeper was, well awesome.  I couldn’t get enough of it.

"We talked at lunch, a lot.  She's OK.  She knows it was not a choice, and she still loves you and wants you to be happy, and she's my sister of course, so...it will be different now, but I think she'll be OK.  And yes, I think she'll be a very helpful."

Angie came back in, with JoJo on a leash, which she clipped to the same ring as my leash was attached to.  JoJo smiled at me, giving me a little peck on the cheek, around the muzzle straps.  "I didn't get to do that before."  I tried to reciprocate, but the muzzle got in the way.

"I brought JoJo here because she often helps customers pick out products, based on her experience.  Since JayJay isn't as directly familiar yet, I though JoJo could help.  JoJo, tell Jenn about cages."  JoJo gave a quick rundown of what she liked, and didn't like about cages.  Ease of getting in and out.  Visibility to know what's going on outside the cage.  Feeding options.  The comfort of the floor.  Someone who wasn't a Pet, who hadn't spend a significant part of their recent lives in a cage, would probably not have thought of these things.  

Jenn looked at the options, and showed JoJo one of the cages.  "Does this look good?"

JoJo looked at it and smiled.  "That's a good one.  I can't say you'll love it, JayJay, but it's at least the best of a bunch of bad options, from the point of view of this end of the leash."

Angie marked it down.  "OK, next.  Transport Harness.  These will allow you to easily bring him in a car, when there isn't room for a crate.  JoJo?"

JoJo frowned.  "They're all horrible, especially for those of us with breasts.  Not your problem, I know, but there is a strap that runs through your crotch that I bet will more than make up for it.  Get the PetCare SoftHarness.  You can also use it when you're out for a walk, out on the pet run."

Angie looked at Jenn, who marked it down.  “Since JoJo brought it up, Pet runs.  I heard from your Dad that the house in California has a pretty good size yard.  A Pet run is an overhead wire with a little sliding thing, so that you can give him access to a bigger part of the yard and let him get some exercise without you having to jog alongside holding his leash.  JoJo is right... since it's overhead we suggest clipping the leash on the run to a harness, so if the Pet gets hung up they don't choke.  These are pretty cheap, and there's not a lot of difference.  I'll add one.  She glanced down at the desk.  "That's kind of the important stuff, although there are all sorts of changing tables, outdoor Pet houses, chair harnesses, and so on, but you can figure that out later.  Just remember... what's the purpose of a restraint?"

"To keep the Pet from harming themselves or others."  JoJo, Jenn, and I all said it at the same time.

"Do we use restraints to punish?" Angie followed on.

"No!"

"What is the Keeper's first job?"

"To keep a Pet safe."

"Good job, all."

Just then the door slammed.  JoJo and I both jumped up and tried to run.  JoJo, being more practiced, made it to the end of her leash before she was stopped short.  I, on the other hand, was not used to wearing the Paws, and tried to stand up.  Instead I managed to turn head over heels, rolling around and trying to get away.  I was panicking.  I had to get away.  I rolled onto my paws, and continued to try to scramble away, the leash now holding me back.  I heard my Keeper's voice, loud and commanding.  "Stop."  I stopped.  "Come here."  I turned back, and slowly made my way be to her chair.  "Sit."  I arranged myself as I'd seen JoJo do in the past, kneeling, my head my Keeper's lap.  My heart was still pounding, but my Keeper was right here, and I'd be OK.  She stroked my head.  I could feel myself relaxing.  I could feel a significant warmth in the front of my diaper.  Yuk.

Angie was doing similar with JoJo.  JoJo had recovered much faster, but wasn't one to pass up using the opportunity to get some attention from her Keeper.  "And the cleaning folks have just given us an opportunity to illustrate why the proper use of restraints is important.  As you can see, they sometimes lose control.  Until they are brought back under control, they are acting on instinct, and that is usually a bad thing.  The restraints are there to keep bad things from happening until you, as Keeper, can get their mind straight again.  Ok?"

Jenn nodded, still stroking my head.  I was relaxed now.  Jenn's scent was strong, and I got strength from it.

"Also, notice that the leash really took a pull there.  I see some people just loop a leash over a chair, or put the Pet in a cage and don't fully latch it.  When the leash is really needed, for instance, you had better be holding it properly, or have it attached to something that will at least slow them down a lot.  If they're in a cage, make sure they can't just force the door open.  If a restraint is designed to be locked, lock it.  If you take the role of restraints as to keep them from harm, then the best restraints are those that are well applied, correctly used, and inescapable.  Right, JoJo."

JoJo nodded, and looked at me.  "As a Pet, it actually helps a lot when you know the restraints are firm and inescapable.  When you know that you are physically prevented from doing anything wrong, and that your Keeper cares enough to make sure you can't do something harmful or bad, then it's a warm, relaxing, comfortable feeling.  I don't necessarily LIKE being restrained all the time, but... well, not being in restraints isn't all that good either."

My Keeper nodded.  "Makes sense, and also makes sense why we're keeping JayJay here in all these restraints, especially while he gets used to this."  She looked at JoJo.  "Can I trust a Pet to know when more or less restraint is OK?  When they need more restraint, or when they can be trusted with less?"

JoJo's cute laugh gave the answer.  "If a Pet wants more restraint, then yes, you should listen to them.  Often, it will make them more comfortable, if they are feeling anxious or uncertain.  On the other hand, sometimes I will ask for less restraint because I think I might be able to get away with something."  She smiled up at Angie.  "My Keeper is very good at knowing what I'm up to, though.  She almost never listens to me if I ask for less restraints."

"Thanks for being honest!" Jenn replied with a grin.  "That makes a lot of sense."

"So that's the quick summary of restraints."  She went to the door, and waved over another sales associate.  Gesturing at the paper she handed them, then us, she thanked the associate and returned.  "Sheila will get those things ordered, and we'll have them delivered to your California house today.  They should be waiting when you arrive.  Believe me, JayJay, you'll welcome that cage after spending the flight in the crate."

"Yay." was all I could muster.

"The introductory course is done.  We're going to make the most of the time we have remaining by introducing you to as much of the psychological aspect as I can.  This is not something that is an hour class and done, though... this is something you will need to sign up for other courses.  As a Keeper, understanding how to be the best Keeper you can is one of the best things you can give your Pet.  OK?  OK."

Angie started to give the same speech I'd heard several times while attending classes.  How the Pet's brain was primed to respond to their Keeper's words.  How the commands went to the base instincts, so they should be the "Four C's: Concise, Clear, Calm, and Consistent".  How to put the Pet in a trance to receive more complex and longer lasting instruction, which Angie had my Keeper try a few times until she was comfortable with it.  There wasn’t much for me to do while Angie instructed Jenn, and I didn’t remember anything while I was in the trance, so mostly I sat there and thought about what was happening, and tried to come to terms with the new direction my life was taking.

It wasn't that long, though, before I was starting to feel the drain of the day, and I was noticeably tired.  Angie and Jenn agreed that everyone’s brain was full and they had covered enough.  My Keeper unhooked my leash, and I was led back to the cage in the store.  I didn't even care at this point, though; I just wanted to sleep.  I went straight to the cage, waited for my Keeper to open the door, climbed in, and lay down.  Angie started to put JoJo in the cage next to me, but then paused.  "Jenn, do you mind if JoJo and JayJay are in the same cage?  Store policy prohibits it without explicit consent from both Keepers, so if it's OK I need you to say you agree to it."

"Urm, if you think they'll be OK... then... sure.  I agree."

JoJo immediately hopped out of her cage, and into mine.  As tired as I was, I just enjoyed the feeling as she cuddled up, spooning me with her diaper pressed into mine, and her scent, familiar but stronger than I remembered, comforting me as I drifted off.

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I love that this story is 1st person from the Pet's POV.  It really helps to see the changes from that perspective. And I think that the way you describe them—or rather the way Jay-Jay describes them—is perfect: we can see that some psychological changes happen instantly while others take more time, and the same is true with the physical ones. I have a couple of questions. They aren't criticisms, just actual questions I've been trying to puzzle through for a long time (predating this story), but you're being so thorough that maybe you've thought through to the answers. First, the paw mittens: if a Pet's metabolism runs so high that they are always warm, would mittens make their hands sweaty and uncomfortable? Second. the leg restraints: if the Pet phenomenon is seen by society as a naturally occurring thing, why do they do something so UNnatural to the pets? I ask because this is the first story that truly takes the time to go into great detail about such matters and backs everything up with rational explanations that make sense. I'm just curious about your responses as they will surely flesh out this world even more. ?

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On 10/28/2018 at 9:24 AM, kerry said:

I love that this story is 1st person from the Pet's POV.  It really helps to see the changes from that perspective. And I think that the way you describe them—or rather the way Jay-Jay describes them—is perfect: we can see that some psychological changes happen instantly while others take more time, and the same is true with the physical ones. I have a couple of questions. They aren't criticisms, just actual questions I've been trying to puzzle through for a long time (predating this story), but you're being so thorough that maybe you've thought through to the answers. First, the paw mittens: if a Pet's metabolism runs so high that they are always warm, would mittens make their hands sweaty and uncomfortable? Second. the leg restraints: if the Pet phenomenon is seen by society as a naturally occurring thing, why do they do something so UNnatural to the pets? I ask because this is the first story that truly takes the time to go into great detail about such matters and backs everything up with rational explanations that make sense. I'm just curious about your responses as they will surely flesh out this world even more. ?

Hah, you're asking me?  Aren't these the kinds of questions you should be answering in FaFoP, or a follow-on story?  :)

Here's my take... on the mitts, urm... there are air holes, and a washable lining... and the limb temperature is not as high as the core temperature... mumble mumble... yeah, that's it. :)

The leg restraint situation, and in general why people would treat people they love as animals, is something that I have been struggling with.  Here's my current take, but I admit that it's not well fleshed out.

When the Bonding first started happening there was societal disruption. (I don't have an opinion on what actually causes it... I'll take your virus direction in FAFOP as a given...)  People realized that as the number of Bound people grew... Pets in particular... society needed to make a choice about what to do with all the people that couldn't take care of themselves.  As a whole, Society decided that rather than institutionalizing all the Pets, they'd go along with the direction that was already being adopted gradually by a segment of the affected population, which is that the Pet side of the Bound relationship was treated as, well, a pet.  (I like your comment that the Keeper becoming an owner, and taking over all debts and assets, was something rushed through in a hurry by banks worried about mounting defaults as people were declared invalids.  I like that.)  Since they were strongly Bound to Keepers, who in turn were driven to care for the Pet, it seemed the more humane direction.

What this meant was that the Pets were now being cared for by Keepers that were legally responsible for their health, and given that Pets are generally full grown adults, the strength of a Pet would be too great to easily control.  Hence, there was a general agreement that the use of the restraints, along with items adopted from the non-human pet world, such as cages, crates, leashes, dog runs, etc., was an acceptable compromise.  Without these physical restraints, Keepers wouldn't be able to keep the Pet safe, and society would have had to institutionalize a large number of Pets.

The use of the animal equipment also allowed Pets to integrate better into society, such as shipping Pets on planes (they were already used to handling dogs), keeping them on leashes in public, using public dog runs in parks, setting expectations about Pets in restaurants, and so on.

It's not that many people aren't a little bothered by the use of all the restraints, leashes, cages, etc., but when the alternative is taking the Pet away and putting them in an institution for care, society grudgingly agreed that this was the most humane way of handling a difficult situation.  Angie touches on this in the story above... restraints are used to keep the Pet (and those around them) safe, which is the Keeper's job.  They're seen as necessary given the situation.  Since I see this story as happening some number of years after FAFOP, I think society has accepted this decision, most people have bought in, and society moved along with the new normal. (Or at least most of it... possible story ideas as PETHA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Human Animals) try to "restore the dignity" of Pets!)

By the way, in my mind I don't see the Pet go through many physiological changes... the increased body temp to explain the lack of clothes, the incontinence to explain the diaper... but I don't envision muscular-skeletal changes that make them more able to walk on all fours.  I just engage the suspension of disbelief here and pretend it's not a problem.  If you can accept that a virus will cause two Humans to Bond and one of them to become a Pet... then you can accept that humans can adjust to walking on all fours without physiological changes. :)  Also, I'm conveniently ignoring Kimmy's comment about them getting lighter... there are dog breeds that can weight in the range of a human adult, so it's not that big a deal.  I just don't think it's necessary.

By the way, I often think of the Pets not as walking always on their knees, sometimes lifting their knees and walking on their toes as well if the ankle/thigh restraints are a little looser... I guess in my mind it see it as faster.  No, I've never been in that position, so I have no idea what I'm talking about!

Another question I've been struggling with is what percentage of the population is Bound, one way or the other.  As I think about it, I think 25% is too high... the societal impact of having 12.5% of the population randomly become dependent I think is too high.  I think 10% is a better number... so 5% of the adult population is a Pet... 1 in 20... enough that it's commonplace enough for society to need to adapt, but not so common that it rips society apart.  I think I'll go back and update my story to reflect that...

(OK, this is half a story right here....:)

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But wasn't that cool? You were answering questions you might not have even asked yourself, and you had all the answers. My FAFOP world doesn't go for the paws and the leg gear, but I understand why yours and Kimmy's do. I just think it makes more sense for humans to walk as humans walk, absent any physiological alterations to the contrary, even if they've become Bound. What I love about all of this is the way Kimmy's world (which has always had the Bond) has been morphed and stretched and played with, just as the Diaper Dimension was. It's so much fun.

I'm considering writing a short on the origins of the Bond; that would also be fun.

Thanks for the great response!

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I woke up quite a bit later, feeling much better.  JoJo was still here.  Her arm was draped over me, her leather-encased paw on my chest.  I could feel her naked breasts on my back.   Her diaper was pressed into mine.  "You awake?” I asked quietly.

“Yes.”  She shuffled a little bit.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here.  For your comfort.  We’ve talked so many times, and I thought I understood what you were going through.  But from here, it seems so different.  Having you here helps a lot.”  She lifted her head and leaned.  I realized my muzzle was still on as I felt her lips on my cheek.

“Pets get to have the best sex, you know.  And whatever you can do within the restraints you’re placed in must be OK, right?  And Angie put the two of us together.  And I bet you haven’t been conditioned to not be able to open diaper tapes yet like I have… so…. how nimble are your teeth?”

“They put some kind of cage on me.  It hurts when I get excited.  They said it was going to stay there until I was neutered!”

JoJo pulled back in surprise, then pulled me back in to hold me closer.  “Oh, I’m so sorry!  I didn’t know!  It must be because you are a mixed gender Bond… that’s unusual.  I wonder how that works?”

“It doesn’t work so well for me, apparently.”

“Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry.”

We lay there, in silence, smelling each other and finding comfort in each other, for quite a while.

**
I saw my Keeper and her family walking towards my cage, and I sat up, almost jabbing JoJo with my elbow by accident.  I tried to apologize, but I was so excited to see my Keeper that I almost sat on her head with my diapered butt instead.  I tried to calm down.  My Keeper was laughing, along with Angie and the rest of her family.  They seemed relaxed and happy.  That was good.  Seeing my Keeper happy made me feel happy.  

My Keeper attached my leash and opened the cage door, and I followed the leash’s gentle guidance out of the cage.  I felt Jennifer reach down, and I realized she was checking my diaper.  Jennifer stated the obvious.  “He's not all that wet yet, but we need to change his diaper before the flight, right?”

Angie nodded.  "Yeah, definitely.  Let’s go back to the room and get him changed and crated."

I followed the guidance of my leash back to Room 3, where a disposable pad was waiting on the floor.  My Keeper guided me onto the mat, where I rolled onto my back.  Jennifer demonstrated her diaper changing skills, meeting with Angie’s approval on the second diaper she had ever changed. When she was done, I rolled back on all fours.  Angie knelt down.  She took my muzzled face in her hands.  

“I’m glad I got to know you as a human, and I’m glad I got to guide you through your first steps into Pet-hood.  I truly hope you find peace in your new life, OK?  And I really I hope your Keeper brings you to visit someday soon!”  Leaning over, she kissed me on the forehead.

“Thanks.  Thanks for… well, thanks.” Was all I could muster.

Angie nodded, and my Keeper led my by my leash over to the travel crate that she and her Sister had purchased earlier in the day.  Only a little larger than the exam cage, it was mostly a blue plastic shell, with some air holes high on the sides and mesh doors on either end.  The brand "Air Kennel" was embossed into the plastic on the side.  Stickers reading "Live Animal This Side Up" were plastered on the side.  As I was led to the open door of the crate, I saw that an absorbent pad had been placed on the floor.  I got to the door, not wanting to go in.  Angie handed my Keeper something red, and she bent down and clipped whatever it was to the muzzle, over my ears.  “There’s a little video player in there.  These headphones will let you hear the audio, OK?”

Well that didn’t sound so bad.  At least I’d be able to watch a movie or something on the flight.  She took another object off the top of the crate and… oh.  It was the silencer part of the muzzle.  No more speaking.

I heard “Kennel Up” from my Keeper, and Angie nodded approvingly that Jenn had remembered the command.  I was almost all the way into the crate when I heard, “Stop”, so I did.

I heard Jenn talking to Angie.  “Should we loosen the leg restraints, at least?  He’s going to be in there a long time, and I can’t imagine it will be comfortable for him.”

Angie seemed to hesitate.  “Well… I guess.. but be careful…”

I felt something happening at my ankle, and then I realized that I could stretch out my leg for the first time in hours.  Oh, it felt so good.  And then the second ankle was free.

I was free.

I could be free.

Without a conscious thought I pushed back with my arms, kicking back with my feet.  They hit something soft that went ‘ooph’, but that meant I had more room behind me.  As I moved back out of the cage as quickly as I could my head cleared the cage, and I saw the door of the room open just as Karen walked in.  Seeing my chance, I jumped up, ready to run for the door.  I was almost free!  I would make it this time!  I lunged forward.

And then my leash went taut.  I pulled at it, but whoever was holding it held firm.  Then I heard an airy, “Stop.  Stop JayJay, Stop.”  It was my Keeper, but something was wrong.  I stopped, and turned around.  She was holding her ribs.  I wanted to ask what had happened, but the gag prevented it.

“Kennel up.  Now.  Kennel up.”  The command was firm.  I followed the pull of the leash back to the door of the crate, and went in.  The door closed behind me.  

I heard Angie’s voice.  “OK, he’s secure.  Are you OK, Jenn?”

“Ouch.  I think so.  He kicked me right in the gut.  I don’t think anything is broken, though.”

“Ow.  I was nervous about releasing his legs… and that was why.  It wasn’t his fault, you know.  That’s why we need to keep Pets in restraints, especially when they’re newly Bound.  It’s not for play.  When you go to get him out, attach his leash to this clip here so he can’t get out of the crate until his legs are done back up.”

I had hurt my Keeper?  That was my fault?  I started to panic.  Hurting your Keeper was really, really bad!  I didn’t need Pets*R*Us courses, or a college degree to figure that out.  Obviously I had done it when I tried to run.  I tried to apologize, but the silencer in the muzzle kept me silent.

Worried, I tried to look around, but the solid blue plastic of the crate’s shell blocked most of my view.  I could only see the open room door through the mesh in the front of the crate.  There wasn’t enough room to turn around.  

Nothing else to do, I waited.  I hoped my Keeper was OK.  I tried to shift around, and found a position that wasn’t that uncomfortable.  I heard voices talking, including my Keeper, but couldn’t make them out.  This sucked.

After a few minutes, a pair of legs, and then a face, appeared in front.  It was my Keeper!  “It’s OK, JayJay.  I know it was a Pet instinct, and you didn't mean to hurt me.  We’ll work on that in training, OK?  You’re a Good Boy, and I’m glad I have such a Good Boy as a Pet.  Now, I’m going to open the feeding door here, and take your leash, OK?  Will you be a Good Boy?”

The warm glow of knowing that my Keeper was OK, and that my Keeper thought I was a Good Boy was intense, and I just nodded.  She produced a key, and used it to unlock a hatch at the bottom of the mesh door in front of me.  Reaching in carefully, she unsnapped the leash and removed it, re-locking the hatch when she was done.  I watched her legs walk away.

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A few minutes later, the crate began moving.  I couldn’t see who was pushing me, but through the front mesh I could see as I was moved through the store, and back out the front door I had entered only a few hours before.  I saw the shopping Keepers and their Pets, some glancing at me to see what a Pet had done to deserve being in a crate, rather than on a leash like a Pet should be.  I saw JoJo, now in her regular position in the display cage at the front, but her back was to me and I lost sight of her before I could make eye contact.  There was a taxi van waiting, flashers on, and the back doors open.  My crate was lifted, and I was placed in the back.  

“Hold on a sec.”  It was Angie’s voice.  “Jenn, is that your suitcase?”  

“Yes, the small roller there.”

“Do you have any dirty laundry?”

“Uh… yes… why?”

“If you take some things that have a strong scent of you, and place them in his crate, it will both calm him and help with the imprinting and Bonding.”

“OK, sure.  Just a second.”  A pause, as I guessed she opened her suitcase and pulled out some clothes.  “How about these?”  

Angie laughed.  “Perfect.  Exactly what I would have suggested.”

There was some fumbling and then my crate was turned, so that Jenn could get to the front hatch again.  The hatch was opened, and I tried to laugh as two pairs of Jenn’s panties, a t-shirt, and a bra were stuffed in and the hatch re-locked.  A few hours ago the idea of having panties and a bra thrown at me would have had an entirely different meaning and outcome, but as I inhaled I could tell that Angie was right.  The scent of my Keeper was like catnip.  I could feel myself relax.  I lay my head on the clothes and inhaled deeply.

“Well, looks like he likes it.”  My crate was turned back around so that the front of the crate was up against the back seat, and I couldn’t see anything.  There were a bunch of noises as luggage was piled on top of my cage.  I could hear my Keeper talking to her sister, mother, and father up front, doors closed, and then the van started moving.

As I breathed in my Keeper’s scent, I realized how skilled Angie was with Pets, and how lucky JoJo was to have her.  I also realized there was a good chance I might never see them again.  If I ever got the chance, though, I’d have to find a way to show her my gratitude for what she had done today.  I couldn’t image what would happen if the Bonding happened when there weren’t those around who could make sure that the Pet was handled safely and lovingly. 

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