Saturday Morning

Ah Fetishr. A wasteland of bots and creeps but every now and then you meet a genuinely cool guy on there. You currently have unread messages from three different people. The first message is from a rubber Dom who you had been trading messages back and forth with for a while. He seems friendly enough but something about the way he talks about rubber makes you think he might be a little too into it. You can't put your finger on it, but the way gets when he talks about getting you into some of his gear......you’re probably just reading into nothing. Besides, you had always wanted to try rubber and from the sounds of it he has quite the collection. Ah the second guy. You remember him. You met for a quick hookup last weekend and you can still vividly remember what he smelled like. The thick odor wafting from his balls as you went down on him makes you feel weak in the knees just thinking about it. Something about the way this man smelled just drove you wild. You were sad he only had time for a quickie blowjob in his car; you wanted to do so much more. His message indicates that he would like to see you for longer this time, and your body urges you to say yes. The last message is a bit of a mystery. Looking back you seem to have a pretty long conversation history with this guy but you can't remember anything about it. You would have sworn you never even messaged this guy, hell you don't even remember ever seeing this profile. From his message it really seems like he knows you though. He even uses your real name! You could pay for premium to see old messages, but you could also meet up with him and figure out what's going on for free. [[Veteran Dom]] [[Hookup Guy]] [[Mystery Man]]

Your friend says he has something super cool he can't wait to show you. Knowing him, it's probably nothing but you send him a text telling him to come over and throw on a shirt and some shorts. It only takes him a few minutes to arrive at your place and you can tell whatever he's come to show you has him very excited. He jumps up on your bed and proudly holds up his prize. It's a cardboard box with some sort of foreign characters alongside pictures of some kind of computer on the outside. His enthusiasm isn't deterred by your less than impressed demeanor, he starts unpacking the box and describing his newest haul. He's apparently been waiting for a month for this to be shipped, the latest in virtual reality gaming. This gets your interest, you've always wanted to try one of these headsets and he swears that his test of it last night had him confused as to what's real anymore. In his excitement to show you the box, he accidentally spills his bag all over your bed. Among the wallet and keys and more normal items a thin clear hollow strapon flops out of the bag very conspicuously and lands in your lap. He looks mortified and tries to draw attention away from it and back to the VR system he's holding. VR sounds amazing but now your curiosity is peaked. Why would your very straight friend have a strapon in his bag? [[Porn game]] [[Ask about the strapon]]

The rubber Dom shows you around the dungeon he has made in his basement. You see so many expensive toys along the walls that you think his collection must cost more than your entire yearly salary. You see things that excite you. Hoods, catsuits, plugs, and many other exciting potential opportunities for the future hang along the walls. You also see things that you couldn't even begin to guess how they might be used but they all have one thing in common. They are made from pure black rubber. In the corner of the room, you spot something particularly interesting. A kind of pod or chamber protrudes from the ground, clearly the shining jewel of his collection. He sees you eyeing it and explains that that's really for more advanced rubber boys looking for something new. Boys who have come to enjoy themselves in rubber and want to experience something a little more intense. He calls it his conversion chamber and explains it's where he makes his drones. Inside you see a vacbed, milking machine, and many other enticing things. He jokingly tells you no one really gets converted into a drone but he really enjoys seeing the faces of the boys after they get through a session in there. He would recommend something less intense for your first time though he says you could try it out if you think you're ready. However he knows you're new to this so he has other stuff prepared if you don't want to go quite so hard on your first experience with rubber or with him. He's got a nice tight rubber suit that he says would fit you perfectly. You could put it on and see what it feels like to be encased in rubber and then maybe you two could engage in some play dressed up in rubber together. It may not sound as exciting as the conversion chamber but he promises that with either choice you will find your experience mind-blowing. [[The conversion chamber]] [[The rubber suit]]

Right, boys are nice but food is nicer. As you look in your closet, you start to wonder about that though. You have your casual everyday clothes on one end but on the other side you see *those* clothes. The kind you wear when “hard to get” is the last thing you want people to think. The short shorts. The skintight black crop top that says "woof!" on it. No one would mistake you for a top in that getup. It's not the kind of outfit you normally see in public on a Saturday monring but it is the kind that gets results. And stopping for one or two dicks on the way to lunch wouldn't take too much time would it? Then again, you are pretty hungry and if you take too long to get there there will probably be a pretty long wait. If you really want to get lunch anytime soon you should dress normally. [[Dress casually]] [[Dress like a slut]]

Right, it's Saturday morning. They made this time for people to stay in bed and do nothing of value. Just because you didn't want company over doesn't mean you can't take matters into your own hands. You really would like to get more time with that new dildo you used last night, though now that you think about it you can't seem to remember where you got it from. Every time you try to think about where it came from your mind just fills with memories of how good it felt inside you. Try as you might, all you know about the thing is how amazing it feels shoved deep inside your ass. As good as the dildo feels, you have already used it before. What you haven't done is watch the video your latest hookup sent you. You normally only bottom but something about the way he looked at you brought out your hidden inner top and you'd practically wrecked that boys hole, much to his delight. The video was some kind of masturbation challenge that gradually presented you with hotter and hotter images trying to get you to cum while you resisted. He'd lasted less than ten minutes but you were sure you could beat that. Then you'd have something besides your cock to rub in his pretty little face the next time you saw him. [[Use the dildo on yourself]] [[Watch the video]]

The walk to your local lunch place is relatively uneventful. You see men in uniform chasing some scantily clad fag as you pass thrhough park but have to chuckle as the scantily clad guy easily outruns themm. You'd have to be a real dummy to get caught by those guys you think. The restaurant is booming as you walk through the door. You have never seen it this busy and you aren't seeing any seating as you look around. There appears to be an open spot but an intimidating looking businessman is shooting off death stares to anyone who gets near him, letting everyone know he needs the other spot for his laptop and work papers. You could gather your courage and sit next to him or you could look for a manager to ask if there's any seating outdoors or anything like that. You doubt there is but the look in the businessman's eye might be enough to convince you to try and ask anyways. [[Sit by the businessman]] [[Ask for other seating]]

What's food compared to dick amirite? Cum probably has some nutritional value anyways you tell yourself. You throw on the sluttiest stuff you have and admire yourself in the mirror. You are one good looking cocksucker. You get a few stares as you walk through the park, but that's exactly what you want when wearing shorts this small. Feeling emboldened by every man who looks at you with desire, your walk becomes more dramatic. Each step your hips swaying a bit more, your booty popping as you lick your lips suggestively and wink at the cute guys who you pass. Until you round a corner and almost run directly into a man even more bold than you are. Nothing about the man himself stands out but the dog on the end of his leash certainly does. Rather than your typical mutt staring back at you, you're greeted by the blank vacant expression of a nearly naked adorable twink boy panting with his tongue out. The dull unintelligent look in his eyes could almost be mistaken for a real animal if they weren't on a lithe little body whose tail was made of rubber sticking out of his gorgeous ass. The dog's owner flashes you a smile as you start to pet his dog boy. He explains that he's taking his boy in for his final day of obedience training and asks if you want to come. There's going to be some sort of graduation ceremony that he thinks someone like you might enjoy he says, his eyes leering at your nearly exposed ass. You're not quite sure what he means by "someone like you" but you are curious to see what a puppy boy graduation looks like. Then again, you were just looking for a quick fuck before lunch and this will most likely take a really long time. You don't have time if you ever want to make it to lunch. [[Go to obedience school]] [[Pass. You don't have time for this]]

The memory of that stench is just too strong. You gotta smell it again. You respond to his request to meet up with great enthusiasm and sit on the edge of your bed lost in the memory of that smell. It was sweaty, salty, he smelled like the dirtiest greatest sex you ever had and all you did was quickly blow him in his car. You want to savor his scent, really dig in deep and get to know it. You're startled out of your reverie by your phone vibrating with the arrival of his address and an invitation to come over right now. You arrive at his house, the odor reaching your nose outside the door to his place as you ring the doorbell. You're greeted by a shirtless grinning chubby guy and your knees go weak as you start to smell him again. He clearly hasn't showered since you met him last week and his stench is stronger than ever. As you walk into his house, lightheaded from the delicious odor of the place, your knees finally give in. You fall to the ground moaning and sniffing wildly. The man laughs and tells you he's going to go slip into something more comfortable and for you to wait right there. You fall from your kneeling position to all fours and press your face into the carpet, inhaling deeply. The whole house smells of him but there's something greater you can smell. You look around the room, sniffing the air until you find it. Out of the corner of his living room the unmistakable stench of piss wafts off a used jock. Despite the foul stench of urine, you salivate at the idea of smelling something that he clearly wore for quite some time. Then again, if you can resist and just wait for him to come back you'd be able to get some of that delicious musk straight from the man who makes it. [[You can't wait, bury your nose in the piss stained jock]] [[Wait to get it from the source]]

Your curiosity wins out over your horniness and you respond to his request to meet. You have to know what this is about. You don't recognize the address he sends you but on the drive to his house you barely have to look at your GPS. It's almost like you somehow knew exactly where to go. Your Deja vu continues as you pull into the driveway of an unremarkable house in the suburbs. There's nothing to distinguish it from any other house on the cul-de-sac but you just knew this was the right house. As you walk up and ring the doorbell you are shaken by a sudden compulsion to kneel in the doorway while waiting for his approach. The urge is strong but you can definitely muster the strength to fight it. The only question is, as you see a gorgeous man through a window walking towards the door, do you really want to? [[Resist the urge to kneel]] [[Kneel before the hunk]]

The businessman glares as you sit next to him and makes no attempt to clear the area for you. It's clear he considers your presence an annoyance. His look says it all, he is important and you are not. He deserves two seats and you deserve to fuck off somewhere and leave him alone forever. The same confidence you had to sit next to him emboldens you to pick up a menu and pretend you don't notice him staring at you. Nobody is fooled even for a second. He stops typing on his laptop and turns his full attention on you. The look he gives you shatters any self-confidence you had and you lower your eyes, unable to return his gaze. He smirks as he closes his laptop and asks you what you do for a living. You mumble something about just trying to get something to go which only causes his smirk widen and become even more condescending. You can tell the answer wasn't to his satisfaction, even if it was the one he expected. When asked if you know who he is you're barely given time to respond before he launches into a lecture about himself at breakneck speed. You gather that he's got something to do with a supply chain at some level and he says something about improving efficiency but most things go over your head. He uses too much jargon and he speaks too fast. Everything he says just confuses you and throughout his little speech that smirk never leaves his face. You know he knows you don't understand half of what he's saying but he refuses to quit speaking. He's not trying to help you figure out who he is, he's trying to show you how much more important he is than you. You feel more and more useless with every word that comes out of his mouth but you're far too afraid of what he'll think if you ever admit to not understanding him. Every word that comes out of his mouth makes him seem so much smarter and more intelligent and makes your feel smaller and more confused and worthless. He and his stupid smirk seem to tower over you as you can't even understand anything he says anymore. Words lose meaning, trying to follow along with even the simplest concepts hurts your brain. You don't know if he's even speaking English anymore, everything he says too far above your pathetic head. All you understand is that the words come from this man, and that makes this man better than you. His eyes daring you to do anything about it he starts to push you to the ground in the middle of the restaurant. All you can do is whine as some part of your mixed up brain tries to remember why this is not supposed to happen but all you can do is listen to this man. He knows things, things you're too much of a screw-up to understand. What little capacity to think you have left understands that beneath him is exactly where you should be. You fall to the ground and start kissing the feet of this god he slips a shoe off and grinds his sweaty, smelly foot deep into your face. His smirk grows impossibly smug as the confused look on your finally face changes to one of understanding. He turns back to his laptop muttering to himself about correcting another inefficiency, satisfied with the lesson you've learned. You know the truth now. Your place was never sitting next to him as an equal. It was always groveling at his superior feet like the worthless trash you are. And at his feet is where you'll stay from now on. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $foot to 1)

You find a manager, who scans the room and gives you the bad news, there's just no seating left. As he turns his attention back to you he stops speaking for a second and gives you an up and down. He then introduces himself as not just the manager but the owner of the place and offers you a deal. He actually makes chairs at home and could use your help with a new one he's been working on. In exchange for your help he'll comp your lunch every day for a week. It's mostly ready; he just needs your help with the finishing touches. Not one to pass up a deal like that, you agree. As you walk towards his place he talks at length about how special this new chair of his is. How he thought it was gonna be a work chair but now that he really thinks about it, this chair would be better for his own personal use. He could really see himself using this particular chair for hours and hours and never getting bored with it. You nod politely, unsure why someone would care so much about a chair. He laughs at the confused expression on your face and explains that as weird as it sounds seating has been a passion of his since he was a teenager. He's always been on the lookout for the perfect seat his entire life, that one chair that his ass slides onto just perfectly, just the right amount of support and cushion. The right give, the right bounce, his chair fits him like a glove. Handsome, the perfect height, he's clearly thought about this chair for years. You've never heard someone talk about how good a chair could be; to you a chair is a chair. As long as it doesn't hurt you to sit on who cares about anything else? At least that's how you feel initially. As he explains how great the perfect chair would fit him you can't help but start to agree with him. The simple act of sitting sounds so wonderful the way he describes it. Listening to him describe how often he'd use his chair in great detail has you enraptured. You stop paying attention to where you're going as all you care about anymore is listening to him speak about his new chair. You murmur and nod along to his words at first but soon you're far too focused on the sound of his voice to do anything but listen to that wonderful manly tone until you get to the door of his house and he asks if you'd like to see him sit on his new chair. You've never wanted anything more in your life and you enthusiastically agree, feeling almost anxious that there was ever a chance you might not get to see it. He grins as he takes your hand and pulls you into his living room. You scan the room looking for The Chair, the one that matches his description but all you see is a couch that admittedly looks comfortable, but nothing like the grand masterpiece you've been hearing about. You start to ask where it is when he puts a finger in your lips and shushes you. Good chairs don't talk, he explains. You start to protest but he starts describing his perfect chair and you become captivated all over again. You marvel at how obedient his chair in his description as he removes your pants and underwear and pushes you to your knees. As he removes your shirt you are obsessed with the idea that he puts forward that his chair can pleasure his ass rather than just sitting there like most chairs. You are unable to think of anything but how lucky he is to own the greatest chair in the world as he pulls his own pants off and pushes his ass down on your face. The last idea that ever runs through your mind as your tongue gets its first taste of the sweaty, heavenly ass it will spend the rest of its existence worshipping is that you wish you were a person like him. As your eyes roll into the back of your head at you fulfilling your new role in life you think that just once you would have liked to try this amazing chair of his. But like all the other furniture in the world, you're nothing but an object someone owns to sit on and use. And that's all you'll ever be used for again. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $chair to 1)

It's a little weird you can't figure out where it came from but honestly who cares when something feels that good? You pick it up off your nightstand and look it over. It seems like your average ten inch dildo but you know better. This thing is magic. As you start to suck on it to lube it up you could swear you feel it throbbing in your mouth. It tasted just as good as the real thing, if not better. You don't know what this is made of but whoever made it deserves some sort of award. You would be happy just to suck on it for hours and hours if you didn't know what else it had to offer. After getting it thoroughly coated in your saliva you place the tip against your quivering hole and slowly push the tip in. You almost collapse from the sheer delight of feeling your hole open for it. Your mouth drops open as you let out a long deep groan of pure pleasure. It's somehow even better than it was last night. You push the dildo a little deeper inside yourself, eyes rolling up into the lids as the sensation deepens in your ass. You can barely move your arms they're so weak from pleasure but you know you've got to get it all the way in. You need to know how it feels; you have to feel it all the way inside you. You raise up your arm and use the remaining energy you have left to give it one big final push into your ass. There are no words to describe it. You fall limp as your body convulses in a fit of overwhelming ecstasy. Your mind races a million miles an hour trying to process the sensations but it can't keep up. You writhe and moan and scream in delight, your body giving you feelings you never thought possible. Nothing in your life could have prepared you for this feeling. As the sensations finally start to slow down, you start to come back to reality. You're trembling, sweat soaked body spent after just one thrust. You know you're in trouble. Even after all that, your ass wants more. You start moving the dildo in and out of your hole at a feverish pace, desperate for more. Your hole sings as you greedily pound it with your new best friend and you feel like you can never stop. You want this too much, no you need this feeling now. You can't imagine ever going back to a life without this feeling in you at all times. And unfortunately, the feeling starts to go away. Something is wrong, the more you work that dildo in and out of your hole, the worse it starts to feel. You can feel that it's a piece of rubber now; it doesn't satisfy your new hungry hole like it used to. You realize quickly that you need something more, you need something real. Bouncing up and down on the dildo you grab your phone and post an ad online begging people to come fill your greedy hole. Soon enough a nervous looking man comes walking in. Boy might be more accurate, he couldn't be older than 20, and he sheepishly tells you that this is his first time doing something like this. You don't care, you beg him to come take the dildo out of you and replace it with his cock now. He seems hesitant but the hungry look in your eyes brings him over. He gently pushes himself into your already lubed hole and slowly starts thrusting. You realize this isn't going to work and that you'll have to take control of the situation. You slam your hole hard against him, burying his cock all the way in you and hope it brings you the sensation to which you're now hopelessly addicted. It does. Your pussy swallows that cock milking it for everything it's got leaving both of you gasping for air. You feel lightheaded, and you somehow know your body doesn't have room for both thoughts and cock inside it. You know exactly which to give up as you slam your ass against that cock over and over, the boy too weak and dazed to do anything but let your ass work his cock. You milk orgasm after orgasm from him before another man comes into your room as the boy collapses from exhaustion while you stand on all fours, primed and ready for more. You can tell from one look this new guy isn't like the boy that you just used up. He recognizes you for exactly what you are. As he roughly shoves his giant cock in you in one thrust making you scream out in pleasure, he whispers something in your ear that lets you know not only what your ass has become, but what your new purpose in life is. You whimper and do the only thing you know how to do now. Beg him to use your hole. Your house soon becomes a local landmark. Everyone in town knows if they need to drop a load or two they can head to your place and you'll never say no. A sign is erected in your yard directing people as to what they'll find inside. Which is you on the receiving end of at least one cock. Your own cock long forgotten you spend your days being filled with cock 24/7. Any thoughts long since pushed out of your head to make room for all the dick you get. Both your holes are always full, sometimes with two or even three dicks at a time. Nothing can sate your eternal hunger to be filled. Nothing will ever be enough for you. Your holes devour cocks day in and day out. You never need a rest. You never need a break. You're different, you've changed. You've become exactly what the second man said you were all those months ago when he whispered in your ear. You're just a cumdump now. A convenient place for men to drop their loads. And that's all you'll ever be. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $dildo to 1)

The video starts out fairly normal. You see a man walk up and slap a hot ass before teasing the pleading bottom below rubbing his dick up and down the boy's hole. A classic for a reason, you start to harden as you watch and idly play with yourself. You can just imagine doing this to that boy you hooked up with, the thought of turning his eager little smile into a look of pained desperation making your cock rock hard. You return your attention to the video; you're not here to daydream. You've got a time to beat. Ten minutes comes and goes in the blink of an eye, completely unnoticed by you. This video is HOT. It may have started simply but with every passing minute it grows more and more complicated and ever and ever hotter. The sounds of fucking were enhanced and then replaces with the sounds of thousands of bottoms moaning in pleasure. The video of was bombarded by pictures of eager bottoms being utterly dominated by large juicy cocks. Words start flashing across the screen too quickly for you to read but you don't care. You've never been this hard in your life, your entire focus on the video as you rapidly stroke your ever needier cock. When you start to hear audio telling you how your favorite activity is fucking tight boypussy, all you can do is mutter your agreement and stroke and stroke and stroke and stroke. That's how the boy finds you that evening when he comes to collect his new toy. The entire day had gone by but you didn't notice or care. He found you with your mouth hanging open, drooling at a series of images overlaid on a spiral. Your hand never resting, you stroked tirelessly as the video programmed you openly now to have a sole purpose in life. To fuck. You deeply believed the video every time it told you that all you were good for is your cock, and all your cock was good for was going in tight boy holes. The boy gently removed your hand from your cock tying it behind you before guiding you to your feet. It didn't matter now; your cock was stuck hard from edging to the video all day, forever on the brink of orgasm, always hard and always ready to plunge into a hole. You thought nothing as the boy drove you back to his house, the spiral playing on loop in your mind. You had no reason to care as you were laid on a bed in his house, fucking being the only thing that matters to you now. When the boy lowers himself onto your hard throbbing dick however, you come to life. You mercilessly jackhammer the boy, not stopping or showing the slightest bit of hesitance as he screams out. This is who you are; this is what you are for now. His screams turn to groans as you pound his hole over and over with the force of your entire being. You don't care. You fuck holes, and you are a fucking a hole. You slam your cock into him, carving a fuckhole out of his ass, leaving him gasping for air, crying out with every pound against his prostate until he finally cums in a torrential orgasm that soaks both of you in his cum. Your task completed, you cease thrusting and lay there awaiting another hole to fuck. You do not care about anything else. The boy eventually regains enough strength to push himself off your cock and collapse into the bed. He grabs you by the arms and leads you into his closet where a variety of dildos, ropes, and other sex toys are stored along with a long empty box in the middle of the room. He guides you into the box, fixing restraints all over your body until you can't move an inch. He smiles and says he'll come get you for a party he's having tomorrow as he shuts the lid. He wants to show his friends his new toy. You don't register a word he says as the video starts playing on a screen in front of your face and a milking machine lowers onto your cock, mercilessly keeping your engorged cock engaged 24/7. You don't have the ability to comprehend what a party full of gay bottoms tomorrow means for you. You don't have the ability to comprehend anything anymore. All you are now is just another dildo in this boy's collection. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $video to 1)

Your friend is relieved you decided to ignore what came out of his bag and go with the porn. You've never been shy about sex stuff around him and you wanna see what this baby can do. He quickly shoves everything that spilled back into his bag and starts plugging the various cables into the visor. As you slip the visor on over your head you find it surprisingly comfortable. A loading screen pops up and he explains that since there's so much going on once the game gets started the game has to pre-load it all first to avoid things breaking mid-game and making you nauseous. You don't mind. There's something oddly engaging about the loading screen. You can't tell what's different about it from a normal loading screen but you are content to just watch the progress bar slowly fill up. You're almost sad when it finishes; you could have stared at that loading screen for hours and have been satisfied with your experience in VR. A foreign title flashes on the screen and you grin as you start to hear moaning in the background. You definitely made the right choice by going with porn. You reach out and click start on the menu you see floating in front of you and are shocked by what you see. It looks like you're still in your bedroom with your friend but he isn't messing with the VR box anymore. He's gently pulling down the frilly pink panties of someone you can't make out on the bed. Judging by the high pitched squeals his tongue elicits as it teases the ass, she is quite the bimbo. Annoyed he left his program from last night running instead of loading a gay one for you, you start to say something to him when he suddenly plunges his tongue deep into the moaning girls hole. Watching her body tremble in delight you can't help but feel a little jealous of the woman. Her girly groans echo throughout your head making you wonder if you've ever felt pleasure like she's clearly feeling right now. Her cute, short gasps for breath as her ass is worked over make you wish he would leave her alone and focus that energy on you. You've never thought about your friend that way, you always knew he was straight, but suddenly he seems so appealing. As you stare mesmerized at the treatment he's giving this girl, you grow more and more resentful of her. Thoughts you've never had in your life come into your head unbidden. You've known him longer. You've been friends with him for years. She doesn't deserve him, that should be your pussy he's eating out. You shake your head after you call your ass a pussy, trying to clear your mind. You don't know why you would call your ass a pussy. All this sudden jealousy is making you think weird stuff. You walk over to the woman to get a better look at her face and notice something weird. As she moans and bucks beneath him you can see she has a penis locked up in a chastity cage oozing precum into her panties. Your friend's new girlfriend has a dick, and this upsets you even more. If he was open to girls like this, he should have picked you. You're pretty, you're fun. Yyou’d make a much better girlfriend than this slut. You shake your head in confusion again; something is going on with you. You know you're not a girl and yet you can't help but think, aren't you though? Aren't you every bit as emptyheaded and giggly as this sissy being eaten out? Doesn't the idea of your friend eating your hole instead of hers make you greedy little pussy throb? Haven't you always loved him and wanted to be the best little slutty girlfriend he could ever have? You're even wearing the same panties as this girl right now! You don't know how you know this is his girlfriend, but you do and you won't stand for it! He should love you as much as you love him! You march up to talk to this girl face to face and demand to know what she has and you don't. Only when you finally see her face, all you can do is stare. She's you. You are the girl whose pussy he's been eating this whole time. Relief floods your body as you start to remember. You remember admitting your feelings for your friend to be devastated when he said he only dates girls. Showing up on his doorstep a week later promising him you'd become a good girl for him as he looked down at you skeptically. Wearing panties for the first time for him, feeling so naughty when you saw him get hard at seeing you in them. Losing your virginity to him, feeling so safe and protected in his arms as he made love to you. The delight of him admitting what a good girl you were turning out to be for him. The first time he brought you to meet his other friends and how they passed you around all night using your holes for hours. How proud he was of you when you came home having sucked over ten different guys cocks in one night for him. How you felt like the luckiest girl in the world when he finally slipped a steel chastity cage onto you, turning your nasty dick into a little clitty for him to tease. Every time his eyes turn on you, you feel like the luckiest girl in the world and you love him even more. As you stare blankly into the eyes of the virtual you, your feel your whole life history change piece by piece. Your memories becoming that of the moaning sissy in front of you until the virtual you nods and fades away as you take her place. You feel the visor being lifted from your head and you return to reality, staring into the eyes of your friend. No, your boyfriend. Your lover. Your Master. You reach forward and kiss him passionately, whimpering with girlish glee when he pushes you down onto the bed and starts teasing your pussy, grinding his thick cock against your pussy lauding you with a series of "good girls". You moan and beg for him to fuck you as you think about how lucky you are to have a guy like him in your life to tell you what to do. You let out the girliest, most feminine squeal of your entire life as his cock plunges into you for the first time outside of a memory. He's everything a slutty little girl like you could ever want in a boyfriend. Which is fortunate because his slutty little girl is all you'll ever be. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $girlfriend to 1)

VR can wait; you gotta know what this is about first. You hold the thin clear strapon up in the air between you two and watch mortification turn into wishing he was dead. He gingerly reaches out to take it from you but you pull it back towards yourself. You tell him that if he wants it back, he's gotta give answers. You let him know that you're into some kinky stuff too and you promise not to laugh at his answer. You're his best friend and he can tell you anything. He smiles at you and starts to explain. He's secretly been seeing a girl for the past few months and well she was something more than just his girlfriend. He hems and haws, fidgeting for a while before managing to finally get the word out. Dominatrix. You'd laugh if you weren't so shocked. The meek nerdy boy you've known since high school was under the thumb of a dominatrix? You gather yourself after you see the anxious look on his face and assure him you've had plenty of experience with domination yourself and it's nothing to be embarrassed about. You think it's actually kind of hot knowing that you and your best friend are a couple of subs. You tell him he now has someone he can speak to this kind of thing about and help him out with feeling comfortable about this stuff. To your surprise his face grows even redder instead of relaxing. He looks down at the bed in shame and says he could actually use your help with something she's making him do. You look back at the strapon and grin. Alarmed by what you clearly think he immediately starts swearing the strapon isn't for him. Well it is, but not to go inside him. He's supposed to wear it. Puzzled, you let him continue. His dominatrix has been taking special delight in making her sheltered timid boy do things he'd never ordinarily do. He delighted in her treatment of him and everything between them was perfect between them except for one thing. She wouldn't let him fuck her. There was something much more exciting she wanted him to use his cock for, something she said would complete her corruption of him. She didn't want him to fuck her, she wanted him to fuck another man instead. She gave the strapon for him to slide his dick into since she knows he's very nervous about being with a guy and thought maybe a layer of seperation might help. He can't resist her enough to ever say no to fulfilling one of her wishes and he'd brought it over to your place today because, well, you see, he knows you like to bottom and he doesn't really know many other gay people and you're his best friend and he thought maybe you'd be willing to, you know. But he'd chickened out and he was never going to show it to you and he's so sorry it slipped from his bag and he'll put it back and you two can pretend this never happened. You have other ideas. Instead of simply handing it back to him, you slowly start to suck the tip of it instead. His eyes widen as you push the strapon all the way down your experienced throat, pumping in and out a few times. You slowly, sensuously pull the strapon out of your mouth and hand it back to him while you lean and whisper two words into his ear. Fuck me. You get on all fours and arch your back in the sluttiest way you know how. Panting, he pulls his zipper down and slides his hardening cock into the strapon, his little cock clearly visible through the thin clear rubber of the much larger strapon. He climbs on top of you, positioning the tip at the entrance of your glistening pulsing hole and nervously asks if you're really sure you want to do this. Instead of answering, you push your ass against him, swallowing the strapon and his dick in one motion. He groans as you contract your muscles around his cock, feeling you through the thin rubber of the strapon. You thrust your ass against him, fucking yourself on him over and over and over. You want to show him that boypussy is just as good as the female kind, if not better. He pants, unable to keep up with you and sits back letting you do all the work. You've had better fucks in your life but none were quite as fun as getting to show your best friend pleasures he's clearly had never had before. You're just wondering if he's going to last very long when there's a sudden change in his demeanor. Suddenly his cock slams down into you hard making you gasp as it hits your sweet spot. You no longer feel the need to do any work as you feel his cock pull out completely before being pounded into you in a single thrust. Stars dance in your eyes as his thick cock treats your prostate to a battering like it hasn't had in months. Every time you feel that cock head expand in your tight hole, you get a little more out of breath and feel a little more dizzy. You've clearly awoken something in him and you do not want it to go back to sleep. Hang on though. How could you feel the cockhead expand if it was made of rubber? You look behind you to see what's going on with him. You don't see his dick inside a strapon thrusting into you. You don't see the strapon at all; you just see a massive hard cock between his legs. Your mouth drops in awe at the thick throbbing juicy piece of meat being driven into you before he reaches out and grabs your neck, pushing your head down into the bed. He growls and increases his tempo, fucking you so hard that your head spins. You feel dizzier and weaker with each thrust inside you, every squeeze on your throat making you feel more submissive and subservient to your friend. Your memories of being with other men pale in comparison to the treatment you're receiving right now. You can't think, you can barely breathe, your whole body consumed with the feelings his new dick is giving you. You pray he never stops fucking you, you'd give anything to feel this way again. He lets out a snarl and jackhammers your ass so hard and fast that you very nearly pass out before his cum explodes deep inside you. He withdraws after a moment, leaving you on the bed looking for all the world like a discarded toy. You try and gather your breath and think about what just happened between you and your best friend. Your thoughts are interrupted by the presence of the most gorgeous dick you've ever seen in your entire life pushing your lips open and forcing its way into your mouth. He grins at you as he starts thrusting and says he finally understands why his Dominatrix wanted him to fuck a man. There was no way anything she could offer could compare to thrill of taking a man and fucking him into your subservient little bitch slave. Your mind reels as your throat struggles to accommodate his huge cock, every word of what he's saying ringing in your ears. You would do anything for this cock. You have never been fulfilled the way you are right now, and with each thrust deep into your throat, the image of him as your friend fades away. Friendship is a bond between two people and that doesn't really describe what you two are now does it? As for him, your friendship was forgotten the moment his cock entered you. He no longer has a best friend. He has a fucktoy. And he's going to use it every chance he gets. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $strapon to 1)

A puppy boy graduation? Count you in. As you walk together the man explains how he adopted this boy from the local pound and has been taking him to this school for specialized training ever since. He was so soft and feminine at first but he wanted something different for his big boy he says. You keep glancing down at the dog as you walk and politely chat. Something about the dumb vacant look on the twink’s face as he lazily strolls on all fours fascinates you. No stranger to kink, you'd seen plenty of boys go deep into a headspace but you've never seen such pure unadulterated animal stupidity in a boy's eyes before. You shift uncomfortably in your short shorts not wanting to think about why that look turns you on so much. The building isn't much to look at from the outside but the burst of color and activity as soon as you walk through the door has you feeling dizzy. The bright colorful walls of the place only outdone by the cheerful spinning decorations hanging from the ceiling in a play area where dozens of puppy boys bark and yell and run excitedly back and forth. The man grabs you for support, holding you up and tells you it's always overwhelming for boys like you at first but that you'll adjust soon. Again you don't know what he means by boys like you but you're too grateful for the support to question anything he says right now. He slowly walks you over to a table and sits you down before leaving to go see his pup. An obedience school employee comes up and offers you a complimentary drink along with a survey they make all their new visitors take. He assures you it's nothing serious, they just like to see what kind of customers they attract. It seems like basic information when you first look over it but once you start to fill it out you have a hard time concentrating on it. Maybe it's the lights or the drink, you don't know, but something is making you lose your focus as you fill out this form. If you were to shut out all distractions and concentrate, maybe you could finish filling it out. Or maybe it'd be best to just give up and let someone else fill it out for you. [[You got this. Focus!]] [[This is too hard, give up]]

As cute as a puppy graduation sounds, you just don't have the time to attend right now. You politely tell the man as much and are surprised when he seems visibly upset at you declining his offer. He once again offers to take you to obedience school, only this time you can tell he isn't really offering. He's demanding. You brush him off and continue walking around the park looking for someone else to cruise. You don't need to deal with jerks like that to get some dick. There are plenty of guys who would be happy to drop a load in your cute butt. As you make a second lap around the park you see him and his dog again, only this time he's not alone. He's with some men in uniform and he's pointing at you as he talks to them. You march over to give whatever kind of officer he's talking to your side of the story only to have someone grab you from behind and cuff your hands behind your back. Before you can protest, a muzzle is slipped over your mouth leaving you unable to yell out for help. As you are led towards a van parked nearby you hear the men in uniform thank the dog owner for calling in another stray. As you read the words on the officer's uniforms before being put inside a cage in the back of the van you realize what's just happened. You've been nabbed by a dog catcher and they're taking you to the city pound. The ride in the van feels so very long and it's awfully warm in there. You start to feel a little sleepy as you lay in your cage swaying with the van as it moves around corners and goes over bumps. There's some kind of soothing music playing on top of calming words about relaxing and being a good boy and other things you can't make out. Everything combined has you feeling very sleepy and calm. You decide to close your eyes and relax for just a few seconds. The music calming you, you're no longer upset by what's happened to you as you drift off into peaceful slumber. You're shaken awake what feels like moments later only to discover you'd been asleep for hours. While you were out cold your cage had been moved to some sort of examination area. The man in a white lab coat who shook you awake unlocks your cage and opens the door for you. He gives you a big smile as he walks away and points to a table top in front of him and waits expectantly for you to hop on top. [[Get on the table like the good boy you are]] [[Resist. You're a human, not some kind of animal!]]

The man in the white coat frowns as you refuse to budge from the cage. He stoops down to look you square in the face and tells you that he isn't going to hurt you and it's in everyone's best interest if you get up on the table and let him do his exam. Your hard stare telling him everything he needs to know, he sighs and injects you with something before he walks away muttering something about processing not doing their job. Whatever he injected you with quickly overtakes you and you pass out and are taken back to your apartment as you sleep. (link:"Game Over?")[(goto:"Saturday Morning?")]

You yip in excitement and hop up on the examination table. The doctor smiles approvingly and removes all those pesky people clothes from you. You lick his face in thanks. He laughs as he marks your chart as having taken to your programming very easily. His hands start to move over various body parts and you do your very best to be a good boy and stay still. He goes over your entire body, making marks on his chart but nothing he does gets to you. Even when he examines your puppy pecker you manage to stare proudly ahead. Nothing can break your proud resolve! At least until he sticks a finger in your hole. You can't stop yourself from let out a surprised yip at the not unwelcome surprise intruder. The doctor makes another note and moves on from your butt, further down your leg. At least, he tries to. Your puppy focus broken, you push your ass against his fingers as he moves them away, wanting to feel them back inside you. He frowns and finishes your exam having to constantly push your ass away from his hands, earning yourself more than a few slaps on your behind. The examination finishes and he points for you to get back in your cage. He injects you with something as soon as you do and you start to feel woozy. The last thing you can hear him say before the dizziness overtakes you is something about breeding potential and submissiveness. You wake up on the floor of a large padded room filled with puppy boys everywhere you look. Big ones, small ones, old and young, all sorts of dogs are around you and you bark, excited to have new friends to play with. But as you look around you become aware of something you're missing that the other boys all seem to have. Nice shiny rubber tails wagging back-and-forth as they wander around. You look back and confirm what your hungry ass had been telling you. You're empty. You have no tail of your own! You don't know why they would get to have tails and you don't. You want one too! Your puppy hole is practically begging you to stuff it with something. You need a tail! You make your way to the window that you can see humans watching you through. You present your ass to them, showing them that you need to have your hole filled with a tail too please. A big burly dog that looks like he was probably a construction worker before he was taken to the pound seizes on the opportunity and mounts you, shoving his big puppy dick into your empty hole. You quickly realize it's not a tail going into you and try to get away from the bigger, stronger dog but you're pinned underneath him. He growls menacingly and something in you reacts. You stop trying to run and arch your back to provide easier access to the bigger dog. He ruts you like the animal he is showing no concern for your comfort or pleasure. You whine pathetically as he uses your tailhole but don't find it unpleasant. In fact, it begins to feel good to have something in your hole. You like the way his tool stretches your ass out, it makes you feel submissive and useful to him. You start to get into the rhythm and reach down to try and paw yourself off when you find another difference between you and all the other puppy boys. You've got a metal cage around your puppy prick and it won't let you get hard, not even an inch. You gaze around the room looking to see if anyone else is in the same predicament as you but instead of cages you're met with a sea of hard dripping puppy cocks as all the other pup boys watch you get mated. You drool at the wonderful sight and imagine each one of them mounting you, all desire for a tail gone as your hole is filled with a powerful surge of puppy cum. You whine in desperate need as he leaves you, your hole feeling emptier than ever before. A puppy boy heads your desperate pleas, this one a chubby mutt boy. You're soon yipping and howling with joy as his shorter but thicker cock fills you with more cum. This time there's no delay after he pulls out; your hole is filled with another cock immediately. Your tailhole is used by pup after pup after pup. Your own cock dripping in its cage, all you can do is whine and present yourself to any dog that you can get to fuck you. Your role as the bitch of the pack is cemented in both yours and everyone's minds as the days go by. You find yourself woken up more than once by your hole being filled with cock, the pack thinking of you as nothing more than a place to dump a load. The man in the white coat smiles behind the window on the one month anniversary of your induction into the pack. You're lying on your back, belly coated in precum from your never used puppy cock as your throat is fucked by one puppy boy while two others try to fit in your tailhole at the same time. He knows the recommendation he'd made for you had been right as he watched you howl as both boys finally manage to get inside you. He makes one final mark on his chart as he watches the cum from previous loads drip from your overused hole. He knew from the second you hopped on that table that you were nothing but a little bitch who needed to be put in his place. And that place is where you'll stay from now on. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $bitch to 1)

He opens the door, and seeing that it's you, holds out his hand expectedly. You give him a blank stare, unsure of what he thinks you're supposed to have for him. Impatient, he demands you hand over his money. You look around, unsure if he's speaking to you or what exactly is going on. You've never been here before in your life. Seeing your confused stare he snaps his fingers in remembrance and them demands his money again this time adding the words "you filthy faggot whore." You fall to your knees, the confusion leaving your face only to be replaced by detached unemotion. He laughs at the way your eyes stare forward into nothing, never tiring of seeing your personality drain out of you. He slaps you across the face and cackles when you don't react at all. Filthy faggot whore is right; he says squatting down to gaze into your empty eyes. When he demands his money now you reach into your back pocket and hold out a wad of cash, your vacant eyes never moving. What a power trip it is to own someone like he owns you he says as he counts and pockets the money. And you don't even realize you're owned, do you cocksucker? Do you even know that there are ads for your dirty little mouth and always open ass all over the internet? Do you even know all the disgusting things you've done in exchange for money that you then turned over to me so I can blow it all on himself and do nothing all day? God he hated you as a roommate he says as he whips his dick out, smacking you in the face with it as he speaks. You were always getting in his way, complaining that he was lazy and didn't do his fair share of the work. So what if he never did any dishes, he says as he starts fucking your well-practiced throat. It was just as rude of you to get onto him for it. He had stumbled onto the hypnosis files by accident one night and decided to remake you into a better roommate for him. He worried sneaking the headphones onto you as slept might alert you to his plan, or that the files were fake and the hypnosis wouldn't work but he shouldn't have worried. You were far too suggestible to notice anything and as you slept the files took hold over you. It was just too perfect, after only a week with just one word he could drop you into trance and make you do all the cleaning and cooking and whatever else he wanted and you never even knew it was happening. Soon you were more than an unknowing servant to him. You were a walking cumdump who fell to his knees and serviced his cock whenever he demanded it. And now he has you all over the city working for him as his own personal whore and you don't even realize it. You're more than just his bitch; he literally owns your ass. His house, his car, everything he owns was paid for by selling your pussy to anyone who would pay. Your experienced mouth bringing him to the edge already he grins and shoves his cock deep down into your throat cutting off your air supply. He watches you flailing around trying to get a breath but unable to pull yourself off of him and laughs as you start to pass out. Just before the darkness overtakes you, he pulls his cock out, aims it at your face, and shoots ropes of cum all over your face. He smears it into your face and hair and talks about how much better things are now that he owns your ass. And speaking of owning your ass, he's got an extra job for you to perform today. Saturday's you're usually busy serving him all day but this job was just too much money to pass up. There's a kink fest happening in the next city over and a booth would like to offer your ass for a complimentary fuck with every purchase. He orders you to get in your car and wake up after five minutes with no memory of any of this and to go get your faggy ass pounded for him. And as always, any money they give you is just as much his property as you are. You pull out of the driveway, the house's secrets still a mystery to you. There's an errand you forgot you needed to run and you have to go all the way over to the next city now. You don't have time to stick around and find out its secrets. You still don't know why you thought you knew this place. And you never will. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $whore to 1)

He opens the door and sighs upon seeing you kneeling before him. You feel nothing as you stare up at his disapproving face prostrating yourself before him. You tell him that you now remember that he is your Master. He controls you and that it is your mission in life to serve and obey his every wish. Annoyed, he beckons you to come inside as he turns around and walks towards his bedroom, you following on all fours kissing the ground each place his foot touched. He restrains you to the bed while your cock gets harder with every brush of your Masters skin against yours, your body so conditioned to react to his touch. Finished with his work he stands over you and says something you don't understand. You wake up only to find that you are tied to a bed with the man from earlier looking down at you. You start to struggle and try to escape your binds but you are unable to loosen them so much as an inch. Eyes darting around the room you realize you are well and truly at the mercy of this man and have no way of stopping him from doing anything to you. You fearfully ask him who he is and what he's going to do to you, trembling in fright. He gently strokes your face before leaning in and plunging his tongue in your mouth for a deep, passionate kiss. You would have cum from the sheer pleasure of being kissed if your Master hadn't forbid release with express permission. He looks down expectedly at your face when he pulls away but only lets out a frustrated sigh at what he sees. He starts pacing the room back and forth muttering to himself before he speaks the words you don't understand from earlier. You think you may have been drugged. The last remember was him leaning down towards you and now he's all the way on the other side of the room scowling. You tell him you don't have any money and beg for him to release you. He tells you to shut up and much to your surprise, you do. You try to get more words out but something stops you. Your mouth opens but you can't make any sound come out. His face softens at your obvious terror and he comes and sits next to you on the bed and says he'll explain everything. You recoil as much as your restraints will allow as he reaches his hand towards your face again. He stops remembering what happens to you when he touches you and starts to tell you the truth about what's happening. You are his slave and you have been for years he explains. You met on an online forum nearly a decade ago and bonded over your deep love for erotic hypnosis. You fell deeper, got harder, and had more passion for being mindlessly controlled than anyone he had ever met. After months of online sessions and in person visits, you decided to leave your old life behind and move in and serve him full time. You two had the time of your life. He had a plaything that he could remake at will from the ground up, and you spent most of your time in deep trance, unable to control even the most basic of things in your life. It was a match made in heaven. During a rare moment when he reluctantly returned you to lucidity, he asked you the question that would bring you to what you are today. He asked if you'd like to go into trance and never wake back up. He asked if you would like to go so deep down into trance that you would never be able to come back out of it. You agreed without hesitation. It wasn't as simple as flipping a switch. The mind is used to having thoughts of its own and he didn't want to mess things up by being impatient. He spent a full year trancing, conditioning, constantly brainwashing and programming you night and day before even attempting your old trigger to wake you back up. And he was delighted to find that when he did, nothing happened. After experimenting with ways to wake you up all day long he came to the conclusion that made him harder than he had ever been in his entire life. You were gone and there was no bringing you back. He now had complete control over your mind, body, and soul. You were an empty shell that now only knew how to obey. And he was going to use that shell to fulfill his every fantasy, no matter how big or small. And life was wonderful for years and years. He used you in the most depraved ways he could imagine and you never objected, never hesitated, never told him no. You were everything he had ever wanted and he loved you for letting him control you so completely. But over time, things started to feel stale. He had no fantasies left unfulfilled, had no desires he hadn't tried. He stopped thinking of you as an exciting toy he had and you gradually became little more than a place for him to deposit a load. He was much too bored with you to do anything that required more effort than that. One morning as he looked down at you sucking on his cock with the mechanical precision of a mindless automaton as you had thousands of times he had an idea. He would construct a new you, one that had thoughts, one that had feelings, and could do the thing you couldn't that gave him a thrill to think about. You could struggle and say no as he tortured you. And so after lots of planning and failed attempts you were made. You were constructed from his words whispered directly into your subconscious. He let you think you were real and so his fun returned. At least, for a while. You would struggle and you would resist and you would give every appearance of being human, but he could always tell it wasn't true. It wasn't real. You always gave in in the end. You always did what he told you, even if you pretended you didn't want to. So one Saturday morning he set up an apartment for you in the city, filled you full of memories and erased any thoughts of him from your mind. He wanted you to have a real life before returning to him to help you try and remember what it was to be human. But every Saturday morning he'd wake up to his doorbell being rung and find you kneeling on his doorstep. Every Saturday morning he'd make you forget about him and send you home and message you instructions on Fetishr to not contact him anymore. But every Saturday morning, that's where he'd find you, no matter what he did. Today it's been a full year since he sent you out to become human again and here you are, like always, on his doorstep begging to be his slave again. He hoped it would be different this time since he invited you over as a person, not a slave. His experiment was a failure. You really are incapable of being a person anymore. He had stripped away all humanity from you and it's no use hoping he could make you something you're not anymore. Just him kissing you is too much for you; it brings you back down to his slave immediately. It's time for him to give up trying and discard that human persona he created for you. It's time for him to take his slave back. His plan to make you human may not have worked but it did accomplish at least one good thing. He grew to realize how much he enjoyed having a mindless slave around and this time he wasn't going to take that for granted. He'd come up with countless new ways to use you in your year apart and he was eager to get started on them. As he stands up you realize what's about to happen. You want to say something, anything, to convince him to not erase your existence but you are still under his command to shut up. You fix your eyes on his, willing him to give you one more chanve. He gives you one last long look and says a word you don't understand. You look up at your Master awaiting his command, mind devoid of any thought or emotion. Just as it would be for the rest of your existence. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $human to 1)

Sounding amused he scolds you for never mentioning you had a thing for piss as he comes back into the room to find your nose buried deep in the piss stained jock. He explains it would have been real nice to empty his bladder down your throat after you blew him last time. He has a real soft spot for boys who know in their hearts that they're so much further beneath him that they're fit to be his toilet. If you love piss so much you can always come get some straight from the source he tells you as he sits down and pulls his cock out. You want to resist. You want to tell him that you're not into watersports and that there's been a mix-up but you can't. When he lowers his pants and you get a waft of his musk, you're unable to do anything but crawl over to him and stick in your face in his lap and inhale deeply. You should be repulsed, he clearly had pissed in the jock he was wearing too but somehow it only intensifies your desire for him. You breathe into him deeply, happy to enjoy nothing but his scent until you feel his hands on your head. He pulls you off of him, fixes you an evil grin, and shoves the tip of his cock in your mouth. You expect him to start moving your head and start fucking your mouth but instead he just holds your head in place while you wait for something to happen. A stream of pure disgusting urine suddenly flows from his cock directly onto your tongue. You gag and try to pull away but his hands hold you in place. You retch at the disgusting taste of piss as he fills your mouth to the brim. He warns you that if you spill so much as a drop on his clothes or carpet there's going to be hell to pay. Unable to pull away, unable to spit it out, and with your mouth reaching dangerously full levels, you do the only thing you can think of to get rid of the vile stuff. You swallow it. And you keep swallowing it as what feels like an unending stream pours from his cock into your mouth. His stream eventually does peter out and he lets go of you after you swallow the final bit of his piss. You fall off your knees, back onto the floor shocked at what just happened. You just swallowed what felt like a gallon of another man's disgusting piss. You are ashamed, outraged, and.....hard? You let out a small burp and you gasp as the foul taste from it hits your mouth. It's still disgusting, it's still vile, and yet somehow you don't think it's the worst thing in the world. You wouldn't mind tasting a little more actually. As you sit on the floor, lost in your head contemplating your situation the man takes this time to cuff your hands behind your back. Jolting back to reality you start to protest but he shoves the piss soaked jock into your mouth and pushes you to the ground, holding you down with his sweaty smelly feet. The stale taste of days old piss fills your mouth and you gag and choke on the ground as he ignores you to watch TV. You struggle at first but the same thing that happened earlier begins again. Sure, it's objectively gross that there's a piss soaked jock in your mouth but also maybe that's not such a bad thing. You stop struggling against his feet and start sucking the piss out of the underwear in your mouth. The taste growing on you with every passing moment, you suck and suck and suck for hours until there's not a drop left your newly greedy tongue hasn't gotten down your throat. The man, seeing that you're finished, reaches down and uncuffs you before positioning you in front of his dick again. He pulls the jock from your mouth and you immediately latch onto his cock and look up at him with hopeful eyes. He pets you on the head and lets out all the beer he'd been drinking for the last few hours. This time pulling away is the last thing on you mind. You swallow and gulp and swish his wonderful magical piss between your teeth. Your dick hardens as your stomach fills with the delicious golden elixir until it explodes in the best orgasm you've had in your life. The man wiped your mess up with his jock after he finishes pissing, and shoves it back in your mouth, pushing you to the floor once more. You lay there eagerly awaiting the next round of piss to come your way. You wait as he drinks and ignores you, desperate for his bladder to fill up with more of his delicious urine. Each time the moment comes he pulls the jock out and pisses into your eagerly awaiting mouth. Each time you get a taste of his wonderful piss your cock explodes and each time he uses the same jock to wipe it up and put it back in your mouth. Each time you patiently go back to waiting for his bladder to fill again, the only thing you care about anymore is getting more piss inside you. You don't notice when night comes and you're still at his house instead of yours. All you care about is when he wakes up in the night and uses you instead of walking to the bathroom. You hardly notice you've been at his place for a week when he slips a chastity cage on your body, tired of having to clean up after you every single time he takes a piss. And you're much too far gone to care what's happening when he chains you to the ground in the bathroom in his bar a month later, funnel hood permanently installed over your head with a urinal sign hanging from your neck. You only care about one thing anymore and that's getting more vile disgusting wonderful amazing piss. And as the patrons of the bar begin to fill themselves with liquor, it looks you'll never have to go without it for very long again. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $urinal to 1)

My, what an obedient little piggy he says walking back into the room having changed into a filthy old stained wife beater and jockstrap. Lesser little piglets have buried themselves in his old laundry or fled when he leaves them alone for more than two seconds. He tells you he likes a bitch that knows his place and does what he’s told. While you haven’t moved, you have succumbed to your desire for his smell and are wildly humping the carpet and whining as he speaks to you. Just being in the same room as him causes your dick to go haywire. He can tell from your dripping hard cock that you desperately want him and he congratulates you for showing such obedience. He might have to keep such a good boy he says as he leans back into his armchair. He grins down at you pathetically humping the floor and asks you a question with a very obvious answer. What do you think of the way the place smells? You try to respond but all you can do is let out a whimper. Something about this place, about that rank smell has you far too horny to do something as complicated as forming words. You’re far too busy humping and sniffing and smelling and inhaling to talk. He laughs at your pitiful display knowing exactly what his scent is doing to you. He casually leans back in his chair and ever so slowly raises his arms, resting them on the back of his head. Your nostrils flare as the foul pungent odor of unwashed armpit fills you. Nothing you’d smelled so far could have prepared you for the onslaught of stench coming from his sweaty, dripping, disgusting pits. You desperately want more than anything to bury your nose into them and never come back out but something stops you. He still hasn’t given you permission to move. You really are a good little piggy he thinks, impressed as your cock pulses and throbs every time you inhale that wonderful aroma coming off him. As you leak copious amounts of precum onto the dirty floor he can tell that all you want in the world right now is to get closer to the source of his odor but he’s having too much fun to just give it to you. He looks you in the eyes, seeing the desperation in them growing with every second that passes. He tests your obedience, forcing you to do nothing but watch and wait for his command to approach him. He lazily strokes his dick watching the wild look in your eyes. Nothing gets him going quite like that “desperate, begging, longing for him to just let you do something, anything, you can’t stand to be still even a moment longer, you need him, you’ll do anything, for god’s sake please” look in a boy’s eyes. He eventually smiles down at you condescendingly and lets you know that since you've been such a good boy for him he'll give you the honor of smelling his pits up close. In fact, since you’ve been such an obedient pig, he’ll even let you taste him too. You’ll get to have full access to his sweaty disgusting body for as long as you want. He also lets you know that smelling him that deeply however, comes with a price. You’re finding it hard to follow what he’s saying, the deep musk fogging your mind up and making it hard to think about anything else but his scent. You can barely follow along as he tells you that if you want to be a true pig and wallow in his stench, there’s no coming back. Even from a distance his odor has been so powerful it controlled you the second you walked in here, what do you think will happen to you if you get it straight from the source? Your pathetic little piggy mind will break and it’ll never be able to be put back together. And he knows despite all this, despite all the warnings he has just given you, that you don't care. You’d give up your humanity in a second just to get a single whiff of his pits. It was over for you the second you came into his house. As you gingerly crawled towards his pits, mind growing foggier with ever step, he grows harder at the increasingly vacant look in your eyes. And when you put your nose right against his sweaty armpit hair, reeking of a lifetime of cumulative sweat, and look at up at him expectantly, he nods. You take the biggest longest inhale of your entire life directly from his pits. Your mind reels. It's the most intense smell you have ever smelled in your entire life. The pure musk of a man who never showers and never bothers to clean himself pours into you. The sweat of years of working out burns through your nostrils directly into your brain, shattering it into a million pieces. Any ability to think, speak, talk, or do is destroyed by the powerful stench that cuts to the core of your being. As you start sniffing deeper and deeper, you become more helplessly addicted with each breath in. He grabs you by your hair and looks deep into your eyes and sees nothing but the stupidity of an animal in them, all traces of human intelligence gone. He forces your mouth open, and shoves you directly onto his rank, disgusting cock. Compared to his smell, the taste of his foul body is a thousand times more intense and you black out from the sheer pleasure coursing through your body. You awake an unknown amount of time later, naked and desperate for more of his smell. You see a pile of disgusting smelly underwear that have clearly been worn hard and never washed. You leap into them, humping them, smelling them. You bury your face deep into them and rub them all over your body. You're in pure pig heaven and you never want to leave. You don’t even hear him come into the room and grab you by your hair. You squeal as your greedy piggy snout is pulled away from your treasure trove of underwear and pulled into the living room. He ignores your whines and throws you on the couch and holds you there. You buck and squeal like the dumb little pig you are until his fat sweaty dripping ass lowers onto your face. You oink and snort in delight as the salty sweat pours into your greedy mouth, not even noticing sweat burning your eyes as it runs down your face. Your useless cock leaks copious amounts of precum on your body as you bury your tongue in his ass, forever desperate for more of his particular brand of odor no matter how much you're getting at the time. You will spend all your time buried in his ass, balls, pits, and anything else he desires. You will greedily lick the sweat from the rolls of his belly fat while you never stop humping like the stupid, horny pig you have become. The dumb horny pig you will be for the rest of your life. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $pig to 1)

You're a little too nervous to dive into the conversion chamber as hot as it sounds so you opt to try on the new rubber suit he has for you instead. He nods and says he understands completely. He thinks you wise and says you should always start by doing something that you are comfortable with when you're diving into something new. He hands you a set of rubber underwear, complete with cock sheath. You slide them onto your naked body, hardening as you feel the rubber slide up your legs. Your now hard dick fits into the sheath perfectly and you can both see it pulsing beneath the rubber. You look down at yourself appreciatively, finally covered with a bit of rubber after all these years of being curious. You excitedly ask what the next piece for you to try on is and he hands over a pair of rubber stockings. They slide up your leg so perfectly tight and snug that you can't resist running your hands up-and-down feeling the rubber that encases your legs. You look like you are made of shiny black rubber from the waist down and you love it. You play with each other for a while, you now halfway encased in rubber, and make plans to do more next weekend. You can't wait however and find yourself on his porch the very next day. You explain that you just need to feel some more rubber on your skin; you haven't been able to get it off of your mind since yesterday. He lets you don a full rubber catsuit and you almost cum hands free from the feeling. You don't know how you went your life until now without feeling this on your skin. You know you were made for rubber and he knows it too. He offers to train you, to make you into a true rubber boy. You accept without hesitation. You spend night after night in his dungeon, covering yourself in thicker and thicker rubber. You suck his rubber clad cock, and take thick rubber dildos down your holes. You start to wear a rubber sheath in your asshole whenever you are with him, to really feel that rubber on rubber as you are fucked. You start to wear one in your mouth as well, the need to talk unimportant when compared to your need for rubber. The days turn to weeks and soon you can't even get hard without feeling rubber on your body. Your appetite for vanilla sex has gone; you need to feel that slick black rubber against you to get you going. Your Dom approves of your growing desire and does everything he can to nurture it, giving you every rubber thing you ever ask him for. Eventually just touching rubber isn't enough; you can't get hard unless you're encased head to toe in tight rubber. Soon you need your sheaths in both holes to get hard too, unable to feel pleasure unless you feel like a rubber toy inside and out. You spend all your free time in his basement dungeon coated in rubber and one day you simply never come back out. The outside world has no interest to you anymore; all you care about is your rubber filled world in his basement. You don't need to breathe fresh air when you could breathe in the thick pungent rubber fumes of your dungeon home. You should be happy with your new life of nothing but rubber but your Dom can tell something is bothering you still. You explain to him how much you hate your face. How you feel repulsed every time you have to take your hood off and look at yourself in the mirror. It is a reminder that as much as time as you spend sealed away in rubber, you are still a human on some level. A week later he presents you with the thickest, most constraining rubber hood you've ever seen and asks if you'd like it to be your new face. All you body hair is chemically removed, never to grow back, and you are permanently sealed inside your favorite rubber catsuit with your new blank rubber face. You see your new rubber form in the mirror and you are the happiest you have ever been in your life. Over time as you live in your world of rubber you start to forget about things from your past as a human. Friends, family, none of it remains in the face of your rubber obsession. You don't care; they were nothing but distractions from your new life as a rubber object. You sleep in a rubber straightjacket inside a rubber vac-cube, unable to rest unless you are encased in at least three layers of rubber. Even after years, your drive for rubber never wanes. You want more and you get more, your Dom happy to have found someone who shares the lust for rubber as much as he does. His face is the only one you can remember, your own face long forgotten sealed under so many layers of rubber for so many years. You are helpless, dependent on him for everything as you marinate in the thickest rubber he can buy for you. You are his prize, his dream come true. To him you are nothing but a rubber object that exists for his amusement. One day, as you float in the middle of a vat of liquid latex locked inside a rubber sleepsack and gasmask, you become exactly what he sees you as. You forget that you were ever anything other than his rubber object. You can't remember what was sealed away inside the rubber suit so many years ago so your mind assumes it was nothing. There is nothing to you but rubber, inside and out. And the thing is, you have no one to blame but yourself. There were no magic sex toys, no enslaving spirals, no subliminal brainwashing, no hypnosis files. No one conditioned you, no one programmed you, no one did anything to you but you. You corrupted yourself. You were brainwashed by your own lust. Keeping your cock hard and sating your obsession for rubber was more important to you than keeping your humanity. You are more rubber now than you were ever human before. You think about nothing but rubber, you see nothing but rubber, you touch nothing but rubber. Your entire world is about covering yourself in as many layers of rubber as possible. It was inevitable that one day, the rubber would take you and refuse to let go. You are lost to the rubber. It has claimed you mind, body, and soul. You are a rubber object. And as far as you know, that's all you ever were. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $rubber to 1)

Your nervousness forgotten as soon as you laid eyes on this contraption, you insist that you're ready for the conversion chamber. He chuckles and asks if you're sure, it gets awfully intense in there. The brainwashing that goes on may be pretend but it'll certainly get you in an intense headspace for a few hours. You eagerly remove your clothes and tell him you've never been more ready for anything. He opens the chamber doors and bids you to climb inside. You lay down on a raised platform and slide between thick rubber sheets. He explains that you will you will be subjected to a drone control program that will end when the chamber collects an orgasm from you. He flips a switch on the inside of the chamber and closes the door, leaving you alone in the dark black of your rubber prison. You feel the sheets start to contract around you, encasing you in ever tightening black rubber. The milking machine descends upon your rubber wrapped cock causing you to gasp from the unexpected pleasure, your cock no less sensitive for being sealed in rubber. It seems no expense was spared in the making of this chamber as multicolored lights begin to swirl in front of your eyes and a vibrating rubber plug is pushed into your hole. A deep monotonous voice begins to endlessly tell you how your new life as a drone will play out. Hearing about how mindless and obedient you'll be is too much and much sooner than you would have liked you find yourself spurting into the rubber encasing your cock after only a few minutes. You're sad it has to end mere minutes after it started but he did warn you that the program was intense. You resign yourself to it being over and wait for the moment when the rubber goes loose, but it never comes. You wait and wait and wait but there's no change in your scenario. The machine keeps milking your cock, the lights keep swirling, and the monotonous voice never stops droning on about your place in the world. It all keeps going, making you feel weaker and weaker. You start to struggle for real, this doesn't seem as fun as it once did but it's no use. You are well and truly trapped in the drone conversion chamber of your dreams and that voice never stops talking. It never stops boring into your head. You try to think about something else but you can't get away from it. You can't get the words it speaks out of your mind. No matter how hard you try you can hear them echoing in your head. It is a drone. Drones are obedient. Drones have no wills of their own. Drones have no thoughts of their own. It is a drone. Drones exist only to obey. Drones have no self. Drones have no emotions. Drones have nothing. Drones are nothing. It is a drone. Drones are made of rubber. Drones are enslaved by rubber. A drone’s skin is made of rubber. It is a drone. It is made of rubber. It will obey. It will serve humans. It is an object. It is a thing. It is a drone. Drones have no rights. Drones have no emotions. Drones are capable only of obedience. It is a drone. It has no thoughts of its own. It has no will of its own. It exists only to serve. It is a drone. The machine sucks away your second load as you close your eyes, too weak to fight anymore. Your every sense is overwhelmed, you want nothing more than to sleep but the chamber won't let you. That awful voice keeps programming it, the milker keeps it from sleeping, and the vibrating plug won't let it rest. It falls into a stupor, not awake, not sleeping. It floats somewhere in between, growing weaker and weaker with each passing second. It feels like it's floating in a sea of black rubber, a void of dark empty nothingness. As the great rubber nothing beneath it reaches up and overtakes it, dragging down into the great rubber void, it feels calm and peaceful. It is a good drone. It is a slave to rubber. It will obey. A week later the Dom comes back to check your progress as you emerge from the conditioning chamber. By this point "you" doesn't really describe the thing that kneels before him anymore. Completely encased in smooth shiny perfectly tight rubber, the thing stares directly ahead, awaiting orders. All traces of humanity gone, the faceless being shows no signs of any life. It sits perfectly still as its now blank face is slapped repeatedly. It shows no reaction when the smooth bulge where its genitals used to be is subjected to increasingly harder and harder blows. The Dom, satisfied by the complete lack of a reaction of any kind, knows he has succeeded. The boy who came to his to house to play doesn't exist anymore. The pod didn't just condition your mind into obedience, it shut it off completely. "You" don't exist anymore. There is nothing beneath the rubber skin of the kneeling doll in front of him. The pure black shiny rubber isn't just what's on the exterior, it's all there is to the thing he now owns completely. All that there is to what was once you is a rubber drone capable of only a single function. Obeying the human who created it. It was never human. It was always just a drone. And it always will be. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $drone to 1)

You hand the survey back to the worker feeling proud of what you accomplished. The worker looks it over and pats you on the head, congratulating you on managing to finish. You must be a very smart boy he tells you to do so well and finish. You beam with joy at hearing such praise for yourself. You are a smart and good boy! The worker checks your work to see how you did and you feel incredible when smiles down at you, pleased with what he sees. He scratches behind your ears and you melt into your chair. He explains that such a smart boy like you would be welcome here at obedience school if you'd like to join. You hadn't considered furthering your education but when he asks, your whole body screams with excitement. You know this is the right place for you and you nod rapidly in agreement. He smiles that wonderful smile again and hands you a pen and paper to sign yourself up for the school. He tells you that you can even start today and your heart flutters in excitement. You reach down to pick up the pen to sign your papers but you get stuck. You can't really remember how to hold a pen for some reason and no matter what you try, you just can't do it. You glance down at your paws in confusion. You shake your head to try and clear it, unsure of why you thought of them as paws. The nice man from earlier who brought you in walks over having noticed you struggling and offers to sign for you. The worker asks if you're ok being signed for by this man and you nod enthusiastically. He was such a nice man to bring you here, now you get to go this school! Grateful, you nuzzle into his chest as a way of thanking him for helping with the hard and mean pen. He finishes signing and hands the paperwork over to the worker who looks it over and nods. Together they remove all those pesky human clothes you didn't even remember putting on. You don't know why you would ever wear that stuff; it's too itchy and constricting for you. The worker comes back and hands the nice man a collar with a tag which he holds out to you. If you could still read you would know it said Omega. He pats you on the head saying you're going to make the perfect mate for his other doggy. He slips the collar around your neck where it fits perfectly and you lap at his face in excitement over being collared. Your new owner laughs and slaps you on the butt, sending you running into the play pit with all the other puppies. You run and jump and play for a while, happy and free until you come face to face with an ass you recognize. You lean in and take a big whiff and realize it's the twink you saw being walked earlier, your new brother! You stick your tongue out and lap his ass in excitement at meeting him. He suddenly sits back, pinning you to the ground under his ass. He smears his ass hard against your face, his scent covering you completely. You gasp for breath under his ass, whining and begging him to get off of you, unable to stop him from marking you. He eventually relents and lifts his ass off of you. As you gasp he turns around and forces his face directly in front of yours, staring you down with his mean blue eyes. You try to face him but you can't, averting your gaze to the ground away from his cold stare. He snorts, knowing his position of dominance over you has already begun. He moves forward leading you to hope you might get a break from your new brother. Instead he stops when his cock is positioned over your face, dripping pre onto your lips. He might be a little twink for most of his body but the biggest cock you've ever seen in your life dangles from his small frame. He lowers himself down towards you and his equally massive ball sack smothers your mouth and nose. He lets you get a few good whiffs of his sweaty ball smell before he rubs his sack up and down your face. You bury your nose into his sack, feeling more submissive to him with every passing moment. The smell of his balls still lingers on you as he smacks your face with his hard puppy cock. He growls and you meekly turn around and present your hole to him. He gives it a few sniffs before shoving his enormous cock into you with one thrust. You howl in pain as he fucks you mercilessly, your cries ignored by everyone around you. It's just nature for the Alpha to claim his Omega and no one bats an eye as you cry out. He ruts you deep and long and hard, destroying any sense of resistance you might have had. Being used has shown you that he is your Alpha now. You belong to him and he can do as he pleases with you. Eventually his thrusts become hard and fast and he bottoms out in you, flooding you with an enormous amount of cum. The feeling of his Alpha seed filling you causes your own little soft puppy cock to pathetically dribble out some cum of its own. His cock stays buried to the hilt in you for quite a while before he finally pulls out. You lick your cum off the floor as he looks down at you, hoping to gain his approval. He walks over to you and sticks his now soft cock directly in your face. Piss flows from it, hitting you directly in the face. He moves up and down, soaking you with his urine, marking you for the entire world to see. You are his bitch and his bitch only. Everyone bursts into applause. You see your new owner proudly receive a diploma stating his dog's Alpha training was over. He had passed with flying colors. He now had the Alpha he'd always wanted and the Omega he'd enjoy seeing him push around. You didn't just gain one Master when your life was signed away earlier. You gained two. And neither is ever going to let you forget it. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $omega to 1)

You give up. It's just too hard. You feel stupid as you admit to the worker that you can't finish the survey and even stupider as he looks down on you in clear judgment of your inability to finish. You tell him you don't know what happened, and that you're normally very smart. It's just something about this place, or the drink. Something. You're not stupid, you know how to read and write. Just not right now. You promise him you're not stupid and look to him to reassure you that you're not. He looks at you with a mixture of pity and condescension. You feel so dumb for making a scene like that. You don't know what's happening to you anymore. You grab the test to look at it again but it makes even less sense to you now. You ask the worker what a word means and he laughs. He explains that that's your name though dummy seems like a more appropriate name to him. You try not to let him bother as he teases you for being such a dumb little boy who doesn't even know how to spell his own name. You can only take so much before you yell that he should stop teasing you because you're not dumb! You know your name! It's....it's....it's something that's not dummy! You know that much! He roars with laughter. You feel like crying but you hold back your tears. You're not dumb, you tell yourself. You're not. You'd know if you were dumb. The worker, still laughing at you, holds up some fingers and asks you if a dumb-dumb like you can count high enough to tell him how many fingers he's holding up. You stare at his fingers for a while before responding that you don't feel like counting right now. He smirks and tells you that if you can tell him how many fingers he's holding up he promises to stop teasing you and leave you alone. You don't know, you can't tell anymore. You venture a guess hoping if you say it with enough confidence it'll be right. Twelve. He laughs so hard he cries. You get the sense that he wasn't holding up twelve fingers on his one hand. Maybe it was more. You have no idea; numbers are far beyond you now. Through his laughter he manages to gasp out a question, how does an idiot like you even function? How do you get along all day, do you have a job? You sniffle as you try to think of the answers to his questions. You don't know what you do; you don't know where you live. You start to cry. He's right you tell him through your sobs. You are the big dumb-dumb he said you were. You don't even remember what your name is. You're just a big stupid idiot who can't do anything! He stops laughing and wipes away your tears. He looks at you and tells you that, yes, you are stupid. You might be the stupidest person he's ever met in his life. Just as you start to tear up again he shushes you and tells you that that doesn't mean you can't do anything. There must be something you're good at. You shake your head. Thinking is too hard, you tell him. He laughs again and tells you that he just has to find something for you to do that doesn't require thinking. He stands up and takes off his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. He asks if you know how to suck. You ask him what the word means. He rolls his eyes and takes his hard dick out of his underwear and shoves it in your mouth. You try and make it feel good but he winces as your teeth get in the way. He tells you to stop trying and to be a good little dummy and just sit there and let him fuck your mouth. You do your best to do nothing, just sit there and let him use you. He eventually shoves his dick down your throat and spurts his cum into your stomach. You apologize for not doing anything to help after he pulls out. He tells you that you did perfect and he couldn't have asked for any better. He would have gone to his boyfriend if he wanted someone to suck on his dick. Being nothing but a piece of meat for him to use, that's something only a real moron like you could do for him. You beam, too stupid to realize he's just insulted you. He asks if you'd like to come live with him and his boyfriend. He says between the two of them they can find plenty of uses for your stupid ass. You nod eagerly wanting to feel useful. Your new life is perfect for you. They keep you locked in a cage in their bedroom all day (you're too dumb for us to let you walk around idiot, what if you hurt yourself?) and take you out when they want to use one of your holes (god it's so nice fucking a hole too dumb to care how hard it gets used, isn't that right you fucking moron?). You don't understand the things they say to you (because you're just too fucking stupid to understand us aren't you, you big fucking dummy?) but you're happy you've found a place where you can feel useful. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $stupid to 1)

If you're seeing this then that means you've run through every path in one session. Congratulations, you've "beaten" the game. This was my first project after my blog, fagotpia, got shut down in the tumblr ban and it was super fun to make. I used twine, which is a super easy program that is free and everyone should check out. You can follow me on twitter, @the''_''cervello, for more updates about my work in the future. I write hypnosis and domination stories and will be making more choose your own adventures like the one you played today. Drop me a line and let me know what you thought or inquire about possibly collaborating. Maybe together we can make something a little more ambitious. Or maybe you can just tell me which path was your favorite. Mine was either the smelly pig or the rubber suit. Man I just wanna wallow in some mindless trance.

You yawn and stretch as you wake up. It's another lazy Saturday morning. One of the best parts about not having plans is getting to sleep in as late as you want. The other best part is all the possibilities you have in front of you. You grab your phone to see what happened in the world while you were asleep. At least you try to. The phone falls to the floor as your hands can't seem to get a hold of it. Confused, you look down and see that despite looking perfectly normal, they can't grab a hold of your phone no matter what you do. Concerned you may be having an episode of some kind you stand up and walk to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. At least you try to. As soon as you stand up, you fall forwards onto all fours and crawl towards to the bathroom. You stare at the sink, too high up on the counter for you to reach. You don't know why you thought you'd be able to reach it. You're just a little pup your mind tells you as the programming from the back of the van finally starts to take its hold on you. You don't know about people things like sinks. You bound into the living room and paw at the door to the outside, needing to heed the call of nature. You whine as the handle slips between your paws, too complicated for you to understand how to work it. Eventually your howling attracts someone who opens the door expecting to find a locked up dog to rescue. You recognize your neighbor and you jump excitedly on him and lick and bark at him recognizing a friendly face. Surprised to see you instead of an animal, he shouts and pushes you off of him. Hurt by his rejection, you droop where your tail would be if you had one and sulk into the corner of the room and fix your saddest puppy eyes on him, letting him know how much he hurt you. He stares at you for a while unblinking before backing out the door and shutting it. Abandoned, you commit yourself to a life of being alone and miserable. Just as you've convinced yourself all hope for a good life is lost, he returns holding a collar and other dog paraphernalia in his hands. You bark in excitement and jump all over him once again, this time to smiles, pets, and scratches behind the ear from him. You lick his face as he puts the collar around you. He lets you know that he has a nice doghouse in his garage from years ago when had a Dalmatian and he's sure it could make a nice home for a human doggy too. You howl in excitement at having your own home picked out for you. He grins and lets you know that if you're gonna come live with him, you're gonna have to go through training and be his good boy. You know that'll be easy, you're the goodest boy there is! He takes his thick swollen dick out of his pants and tells you that your first lesson in being a good boy will be learning how to bury a bone. He grabs your snout and pulls it down onto his dick. You lap up his precum, loving the taste of your new Master. It doesn't take much of your puppy tongue licking him all over before a stream of yummy white cream begins to pump out of his bone. You latch on and suck all you can out of it as your Master moans and groans. You finish your snack and lick him all over the face, thanking him for giving you a treat. He smacks your little doggy butt and fixes a muzzle on your face. You whine but he shushes you, telling you good puppies know they only get to speak sometimes. Training is super-duper hard already but you quiet down, knowing you should do what your Master says. He clips the leash to your collar and beckons you to follow him to your new home. He promises to get you a tail soon and you try to bark excitedly at having such a nice Master, only to be stopped by the muzzle still on your face. You don't know what else training will entail for you but you know that you're up to the challenge. You're a good boy now. A faithful, brave, stupid little mutt. And you will be for life. (link:"Game Over")[(goto:"Saturday Morning")] (set: $trained to 1)