Chapter 1 - Induction

Chapter 1

The woman stared, idly at first before the picture snapped into focus, toward the waist of the man scanning items through the self-service checkout ahead of her. Her eyes narrowed, flashing glances left and right to check if anyone else was seeing what she was seeing – before fixing back on the man’s behind, not wanting to miss the show. She smirked, watching him… wag his rump left to right. That was definitely what it was – wagging. His torso remained still, he himself clearly occupied with scanning his shopping beep after beep, while his rear was proudly pushed out and twitching side-to-side with some considerable vigour. It was almost hypnotic – helped by the fact that he clearly worked out – his was a full, round pair of firm buttocks that filled the seat of his suit trousers.

“Nice to meet you too”, Connor cheekily quipped – a wink in his tone.

“Huh? I… I wasn’t – I was just…” The woman stumbled over her first few syllables – not realising the man had turned to notice her persistent ogle – before collecting herself, “Yeah – sorry, it’s just… are you normally so energetic?”

A puzzled grin crossed Connor’s face.

“Uhm – well, not exactly my PB on the checkouts, but I guess I made pretty good time, so…”

“No! I meant…” She leant in closer and whispered, to save them both the embarrassment, “…the wagging?”

“What do you mean?” he said. ‘Not again…’ he thought to himself.

“You – you don’t know?”

“Know what?” he could feel himself getting flustered and hot. His tongue fell from his mouth involuntarily.

The woman winced in disbelief.

“Oh, I get it – this is some weird pick-up thing?”

“It isn’t! Honestly…” he stuffed his tongue back into his mouth. “Unless – do you want it to be?”

“Seriously?!” The woman shouted incredulously, dropping the sandwich she had been queuing to buy before storming past the man and toward the exit.

“Hey – you were the one checking me out!” Connor shouted after her, his shout fading to a loud whisper as he noticed all of the judging eyes now placed firmly on him. He audibly whined, shovelled his shopping into a bag and quick-walked out of the shop.

Connor reflected as he rushed down the street. He was definitely excited to eat those delicious-looking glazed raspberry doughnuts, but not that excited. It had kept happening to him lately – people asking him if he was okay, accusing him of doing weird stuff like panting or licking his forearm. Even strangers were stopping him to ask about his strange behaviours. At first, he thought it might be bad luck – that he was running into all the crazies… but then it kept happening. Not to mention his family and friends were asking what was up with him. Every now and then, he even caught himself doing something inappropriate, like sniffing toward someone’s butt, before anyone else did.

He couldn’t be sure of how often it was happening. Worse still – even after he noticed, it was difficult to stop. It was only a lack of flexibility that had stopped him from licking his balls clean in the shower the other day. Didn’t take a genius to know what all the bizarre behaviours had in common. He shuddered at the thought of what his body might be up to without his knowledge on all those occasions someone hadn’t confronted him about it. ‘At least I haven’t humped someone’s leg yet’, Connor thought – nervously.

“Maybe I need to bring this up with Claire tonight”, he said it aloud to focus his mind away from all of the tempting-looking legs walking past on the pavement.

The day’s light had faded to an orangey hue that bathed the heavy brass knocker of Claire’s door as Connor lifted and let it fall. He had been seeing her for a while, but the relationship was about as open as it could be – both of them agreeing to a ‘no-jealousy’ approach. It worked well, considering they were both stressed-out city-career people and didn’t have much time to put into a ‘proper’ relationship. Couple of nights a week, relieve some work-stress, no being tied down… well – maybe some being tied down. Another advantage of the laissez-faire approach was that they were as open with their desires as the relationship itself. And Connor liked being dominated. The only thing that played on his mind was how little he could remember of their encounters… just that he enjoyed himself.

The lock clicked as the door slid open a crack.

“Come on boy.”

He heard Claire’s voice beyond and pushed the door forward to see her already slinking down the long hallway toward the snug lounge at the back of the property. Feeling a light rush of blood to his groin, prompted by her words alone, he wasted no time and followed her through.

“Undress”, Claire demanded – typically to the point.

For the first time ever and in spite of the growing tightness in his trousers, Connor hesitated.

“Actually, there was something I wanted to…”

“Undress. Then we’ll talk.” Claire cut him off with unquestionable authority.

Connor felt the pressure ramp up at the front of his pants. He gritted his teeth for a moment, then began to unhook his belt, rationalising that it would definitely be more comfortable at the least. Claire studied him, tracing her eyes over each part of his clothed body and mentally undressing him, seconds before he complied with her demand. Barely half a minute later, Connor stood in the centre of the plush, warm room in nothing but his boxers – powerful toned physique on display and no hope of hiding the pulsing tent stretching to a point in his front pouch. He stopped, almost waiting for permission to carry on speaking.

“Everything.”

“But…”

“Everything.”

Hands at his thighs, Connor tugged from the bottom of his boxers and pulled them down, shivering as the waist band dragged across his sensitive cock and hooked it downward slightly. Claire revelled in the look of guilty pleasure on Connor’s face and then shot her glare back down to his manhood as it sprang free of his boxer shorts, locking rigid at a 45-degree angle and bouncing in time to his quickened heartrate.

“Good boy.”

Connor’s mind twigged.

“Actually – that’s what I wanted to talk about…” He paused, expecting Claire to cut him off and ready to fall silent in obedience. But she didn’t. He cleared his throat. “Lately, some weird stuff has been happening to me – and I wondered…”

“Wondered what boy?” Claire spoke softly with understanding in her voice.

“Well – I wondered whether it had anything to do with us. With this – you know – the stuff we do.”

“Oh? I’m sure it wouldn’t be”, the woman snappily dismissed, then slowed down to continue, “But… What kind of weird stuff?”

Connor thought for a moment, bit his lip nervously and then spoke.

“Like – my behaviour. I keep noticing myself acting like some kind of animal.” His cheeks flushed red. “Sorry… I know it sounds stupid… I shouldn’t…”

“Like a dog?” Claire quizzed sincerely.

“Uh – yes, exactly! But why do you…” The naked man’s eyes glinted with suspicion for a brief moment, before softening again. “Oh god – you’ve noticed it too?”

Claire nodded silently and motioned for him to look down. He followed her prompt and glanced down at himself to see his erect dick swaying, being jiggled around by the motion of his hips wagging side to side. He struggled for a moment, then with visible effort managed to bring himself still. Claire smiled comfortingly.

“How long was I…” Connor began.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Claire’s tone hardened as Connor’s confusion grew. “Since I called you a ‘good boy’…”

Connor searched Claire’s expression for some hint of what exactly was happening here but found only a playful mocking in her smirk. He let his eyes track downward in contemplation before being met by his swaying hard dick – he was wagging his backside again! He couldn’t stop – like a twitch in his muscle, it kept going by itself.

“Tell me what’s going on, Claire!”

“Hush boy – stay calm”, she raised a hand and petted his soft, brown hair. “There you go – I’m sure it probably feels unnatural, so let’s fix it for you, huh?” She looked deep into his dilated pupils.

“Hghmm yes – please…” Connor whined, feeling helpless and horny.

“Of course. It’s easy – just sit, but be careful of that tail, okay?”

Connor locked his eyes directly onto hers and tilted his head. His bewilderment doubled as he became aware of his legs giving way – he could tell he was sinking to the floor, despite never breaking away from Claire’s dominant stare.

She waited for his plump muscular hindquarters to contact the soft carpet before speaking.

“See? That’s better – good dog Connor.”

Connor, finally feeling able to look away from Claire’s intense blue eyes, surveyed himself – starting with his dick. Still solid and now becoming uncomfortably hard between his folded legs, but no longer swaying – he breathed out in relief. His butt-cheeks and the flats of his feet both felt great resting on the floor and were clearly motionless. His hands were placed neatly in front of him, fingers tucked into his palms as if he had paws.

‘I’m sitting like a dog on the floor, but at least I’m in control of my body again’, he reasoned. But something was still off.

“Noticed it yet?” Claire taunted.

“Huh – what?” Connor’s attention snapped back to her.

“Doubt you’ll ever stop chasing it once you do…”

Connor wasn’t stupid – he quickly span himself round to look behind him, catching the fleeting sight of something furry. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He needed to be sure – he span around again. Not quick enough. Again.

“Grrgghh” Connor growled, as he twisted in circles, chasing a bushy black and brown tail that always seemed just beyond reach.

Claire guffawed, mocking his simple-minded attempts to ‘catch his tail’ with a raucous giggle, before returning to her stern persona.

“Enough Connor – come on boy…” but he didn’t stop, now frenetic in his attempts to confirm the existence of his new appendage. “Connor – heel!”

He felt his ears prick up to her command and halted his pursuit, making a mental note to catch his tail later, before crawling on his curled-up paw-hands and knees over to Claire’s feet.

“Good boy.”

“What have you done to me?” he asked angrily, despite his tail wagging once more.

“Better question: why didn’t you just reach behind you if you wanted to check out your new tail? Huh, Connor?”

Connor blushed, feeling supremely stupid, and rose onto his knees, thinking there must be some kind of trick at work. He uncurled his right paw-hand and reached around to his lower back. His heart pounded as he gripped around the furry length and felt something which he had no frame of reference for: the sensation of someone grabbing his tail. He quickly let go and shook his head.

“No, it isn’t real – you must have done something… hypnosis or something!”

“Maybe. Look – I can tell you’re upset, even if your adorable tail disagrees”, Claire consoled as she leant down and tickled the tip of Connor’s wisping wagging tail. “So, I’ll just make it up to you, yeah?”

“You’ll get rid of it? My… my tail?” Connor looked up at her pleading.

“Ha ha! Whoa boy – don’t get too ambitious. No. Not yet anyway.” A cheeky grin swept across Claire’s face as she spoke. “I’ll make you cum.”

All at once, Connor’s disappointment gave way to the desire surging through his still-concrete cock. His hips jolted forward in anticipation, surprising him, as he felt the trickle of his pre leaking down the underside of his thick shaft. His tail wagged harder.

“I can see you like that idea. Just one condition…”

“What?” Connor shot out a single syllable between panting hungrily for Claire’s touch.

“Nothing too difficult – just bark for me.”

Connor stopped panting for a moment, conflicted. It occurred to him that this encounter with Claire had not gone at all how he had hoped. He had arrived wondering why he kept acting like a dog in public and now he was sat at her feet panting, wagging a brown furry tail behind him and on the verge of bursting with cum. His dick impossibly stiffened yet further. ‘Maybe this was exactly what I wanted’, he thought, ‘let’s face it, I’m probably going to bark for her’.

“But I’m… not a dog…” he challenged.

“I can make you.” Claire retorted.

“No… grhgghh” Connor growled. ‘Make me’, he urged in his head.

“Connor…” Claire started as she could see his cock rutting the air with lust. “Now – speak!”

“WRUFF WUFF – WAFF!” Connor barked out of control, no thoughts in his head.

“Good dog.”

Connor’s tail scraped across the carpet, bashing furiously back and forth with glee as his dick reached its threshold. He stopped barking and panting and held his breath, right on the edge.

Claire reached toward him with her left hand, dodging his pulsing, dribbling manhood and grabbing his wagging tail instead, holding it firmly in place to show her dominance. With her right hand, she delicately traced a line from Connor’s churning, squeezing ball-sack – all the way along the underside of his desperate cock. Reaching the tip, she stroked over his glans with a finger while tabbing his frenulum with her thumb.

He spasmed. His tail fought against her grasp to wag freely. A jet of white lust rumbled up his aching dick and spurted from the end as his diaphragm convulsed. Claire held the dog-man’s erupting member, together with his tail, until the last of his juice oozed from his quivering tip.

“Well done Connor. Now, you know how this part goes. I’ll say the magic words, you can get dressed, and you won’t remember anything of what happened – just that you enjoyed it.”

Connor’s eyes widened at her words, though his mind was still fuzzy from his ground-shaking orgasm.

“Won’t remember? But wait…”

“Hush boy… let me finish. You won’t remember this. But – Connor the Dog will live inside your head and he will remember everything.”

Regaining his composure though still naked and covered in his own cum, Connor argued.

“No – stop. I don’t agree to that! And what about my… this fucking tail?”

“Like I said, it’ll all be tucked safely away in your head. Now, one more big loud bark before we finish?”

“What? No way – …”

“Speak.”

“WOOF RUFF! Arghh-fuck you.”

“Good dog. Now, release. You all good, Connor?”

Connor hazily looked himself up and down, noting that he was doused in his own seed and his dick was still mostly hard. He exhaled with force.

“Fuck me – that was… that was amazing!”

“Yeah – you want to go get your clothes on?”

“Oh, uh-huh, yeah… sorry.”

“Good boy.”

Claire watched as Connor craned his stocky frame up from the floor and set about collecting his discarded clothing, his pert rump wagging happily where his tail had been only minutes before.

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