Forced To All Fours

Gwen was feeling really tired after an exhausting day of volleyball practice. All around her people were milling towards the multiple exit doors around her; she weakly pushed past them all to get to her locker. When she finally made it to there, she found she was the only person in the aisle except for Brooke.

"Hi Brook!" Gwen tried to say as cheerfully as she could, despite her tiredness.

"Oh! Hi Gwen! Just the person I was looking for," Brooke said as she closed her locker.

"Well, you found me," Gwen said, opening her locker.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place?" Brooke asked.

"Aw, thanks Brooke, but I'm really tired, and I just kinda want to collapse," Gwen said, stuffing her books in her locker.

"That's ok! Tomorrow is Spring Break! You can rest for the next two weeks! Please!! I really wanted to show you something," Brooke begged.

"Fine, I guess I could last the rest of the day," Gwen sighed.

"Yay! Alright, my mom is waiting outside, she said she would drive you home with us," Brooke said, dragging Gwen along.

"Uh, okay..." Gwen said, just going along, slowly dazing off.

"Don't fall asleep yet, silly! We're gonna have such a fun night!" Brooke told her as they hopped in her mini van.

"I'll try my best," Gwen whispered as she fell asleep on the ride there.

--

"We're here!" Brooke said as she shook Gwen awake.

"Huh?? Oh, cool," Gwen mumbled as she sat up.

"Let's go!" Brooke yelled behind her as she ran to the front door of the house.

Gwen stumbled out of the minivan and went through the front door into Brooke's home. They ran up the stairs and turned a right into Brooke's room. It was pretty big for a bedroom, in fact, it used to be the master bedroom. It had a queen sized bed in the center, two walk in closets on the side walls, and and a window seat on the opposing wall. Gwen had always been jealous of Brooke's room. On her bed was a golden retriever lazily napping, oh how Gwen envied him right now. But it was short lived, because Brooke shooed the dog out of the room after the entered. Gwen sat on Brooke's bed while Brooke went to one of her closet and opened it up.

"So what was so important I had to come over today? Gwen said with a yawn.

"I need you," Brooke said from inside her closet, "to help me with a little fashion advice."

Brooke stepped outside and held up three different gorgeous dresses.

"OMG! Are those your prom dresses?" Gwen gasped as she sat up.

"You know it girl! I just narrowed it down to these three, but I can't decide which one of them to wear, I was hoping you could help me," Brooke said and flourished the gowns in the air proudly.

"Of course! You know how much I love picking out dresses, hmmmm, but it is a tough decision," Gwen said, trying to decide.

The three dresses were red, pink and blue. The red was long with lots of ruffles. The pink was short and sassy, with a large ribbon disguised as an extended seam flap. Last was the blue, it was short on one side, but slowly lengthened on the other side until it reached the ground. It had embedded crystals running down it like a sash and latticed sleeves.

"What do you think?" Brooke asked after a while.

"Wow, this is really hard, but I think I'd go with the blue one," Gwen said, sliding off the bed to touch it.

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, it just seems kinda special." Brooke said, admiring it in Gwen's hands.

"Girls! Dinner's here, come down and get it!" Brooke's mom yelled from downstairs.

"Thanks Mom! We'll be down in a second!" Brooke yelled back as she put the dresses back in the closet and ran downstairs with Gwen close behind.

"Dinner is Chinese food tonight, sorry your father and I won't be able to eat with you, but we have to hurry and catch our flight to Miami." Brooke's mom said, buttoning up her coat.

"I didn't know you were leaving Mrs. Cleare," Gwen said confused.

"Brooke didn't mention it? Well, I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am you are staying with her until we get back after Spring Break, you have always been so responsible." Brooke's mom finished her coat and grabbed her suitcase.

"Honey! I'm coming!" she yelled to the car outside as she ran through the rain to reach it.

Gwen watched through the open doorway as they drove away through the storm. She closed the door and looked to see where Brooke was. Brooke was grabbing both containers of food and climbing back up the stairs, waving at her to come on with a mouth full of noodles.

"I didn't know your parents were leaving," Gwen said as she reached the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you," Brooke said, in between bites.

"But I told my parents I was only spending the night!" Gwen said exasperated and frustrated.

"Calm down girl, I know that, you don't have to stay for two weeks, I just really wanted to stay home alone, so I told my parents you were coming over, it's the only reason they let me stay," Brooke said, stating it like it was so simple.

"But I didn't want to be caught up in this, that's not fair," Gwen pouted.

"Don't worry, you just need to come over when they get back and they'll think you stayed the entire time, now let's get back to the dresses," Brooke stated.

"Fine...I guess what they don't know can't hurt them," Gwen reluctantly agreed.

"Exactly." Brooke said.

--

"Now we need to decide on necklaces," Brooke said, pulling out yet another large container.

"Ok..." Gwen mumbled barely awake.

They had been going through different prom materials for two hours, and Gwen was barely hanging on to wakefulness.

"I think you should try on this one," Brooke said as she forcefully clasped something on Gwen's neck.

"Woah! Wait! I can put it on myself, geese!" Gwen sat up, grabbing at the necklace.

That was funny, it didn't feel like any necklace she had ever worn. It was thick, leathery, and the only thing metalic was a metal ring with a tag attached. Getting worried, Gwen felt around the necklace, trying to find a release clasp, but the only thing she could find was a small padlock on the back. It was so tight it felt like it should be choking her, but it was just flush with her neck skin. Gwen stopped feeling and ran over to the vanity mirror on the wall. This was not a necklace. It was a collar. A thick, leather dog collar, with the word Bitch engraved on the tag.

"What!?!? Holy shit!?!? I--I, what the fuck, why did you just put a dog collar on me!?!" Gwen screamed through the tears of disbelief.

"Because Bitch, you are now my puppy," Brooke smiled as she held something in her hand.

"Wtf!! What does that mean?? This doesn't make any sense!!?!?!" Gwen sobbed.

"Don't worry Bitch, it will soon, very soon." Brooke said as she pushed the button she was holding.

A wave of pain struck Gwen's body as the collar lit up with electricity and pulsed into her veins. Gwen fell straight to the floor with a thud, no longer able to control her body. For a few moments she flickered in and out of consciousness, then she fell asleep.

--

"Wake up Bitch! Good girl!"

Gwen woke up on the floor, with Brooke leaning over her. She couldn't move at all, except for her head, but only barely. She saw it was still dark outside, so she couldn't have slept long. And her body certainly didn't feel any better. It was only after noticing this, did she realize how cold she was. In fact, she was naked. Completely and utterly nude, well, except for her collar. Brooke was standing over her with some sort of elastic suit in one hand, and that cursed button in the other hand. Gwen tried as hard as she could to get up, but all she could manage was a weak shift.

"Now, now, Bitch, don't try to get up now, you need to get dressed first," Brooke said as she started to stretch the suit over Gwen's body.

The inside was a slick, elastic substance that was smooth as it moved across her skin, but stuck to it once it stopped moving. The outside was a brown, furry skin that looked remarkably well like a dog's hide. It only had three holes in it, one was obviously for her head, but the other two she couldn't tell. As Brooke slowly adjusted her body into the suit she suddenly realized what it was. It was a pet slave skin. A suit made to make your pet slave look more like a dog. Her theory was reinforced as Brooke bent her arms, putting her elbows into the sleeves; and for her legs, that part was difficult. Her feet were pulled back until they touched her but cheeks, they were then inserted into the suit, and forcibly pressed into the but skin, bending her toes almost to touch her back. Brooke seemed to be done as she zipped it up in the back and attached another small padlock to the zipper. Gwen was now on her elbows and knees, but unable to stay upright due to her lack of muscle control. So Brooke picked up the small girl and placed her horizontally with stomach on a chair. Gwen felt even more helpless now. her elbow arms hung off the side and her knee legs hung off the other side. Brooke then grabbed a mask looking thing off her dresser and walked over to Gwen's helpless puppy form.

"See this Bitch? This cost me a pretty penny, it looks just like an ordinary dog head, but it is so much more. This is designed for extremely long time use, the jaw and mouth open and stick to your exact jaw and mouth: that way you can eat with it on. And the ears fit over your ears, and nose over your nose. Except the outside looks like a dog face, pretty cool huh? And here's the best part, see this string?"

She pointed to a string attached the corner of the mouth that had a sort of deflated circle attached to it.

"That string will go down your throat and that circle will inflate down there. It will form a small ring that will stick to the side of your trachea. Quite painful at first, but once you get used to it, you won't notice it at all. Except...it does take your ability to talk away. Only barks for my little Bitch."

Panicked, Gwen brought movement to her limbs, swinging them from side to side, but found to her horror that the suit combined with the chair prevented her from escape.

"Awww, Bitch found her movement again? Too bad she's a puppy now."

But as Brooke brought the mask over to her, Gwen found she could talk again.

"PLEASE BROOKE!! Please don't do this, I don't know why you're doing this, but please stop, something is wrong with you, you've gone crazy!"

"Aw, Bitch, nothing is wrong with me, it is you who is broken. But don't worry I will fix you. You will become what you were always meant to be, a puppy. My Bitch."

And with that, Brooke pushed the button again and Gwen went limp, but the charge wasn't as strong as before. Gwen was able to watch as Brooke slipped the mask over her face, felt the elastic stick to her every feature. And felt the muted pain as the string snaked down her throat and attached itself. The pain suddenly grew as it expanded and her body shook in violent waves as her nerves were jolted back into movement. For several seconds the agony shook her and the chair, but then it slowly died down. Until all Gwen felt was a slight rasp as she breathed through her mouth.

"Sorry about that Bitch, but it had to be done, what good is a puppy if it can talk like a human? Oh, and if you were wondering, it is permanent. I couldn't find anything temporary, but that's good! Cause now you'll be my puppy forever!"

Once she heard the word permanent, Gwen went into shock, she couldn't believe this was happening to her. Why? But, she didn't have long to think, as Brooke walked over to her with a large furry tail and some sort of can.

"Now, as you obviously know, girls have three holes," Brooke said as she wrested the jar open, "the pussy, the asshole, and that small one in between. This, is your new tail, and this is perma-glue. As you have noticed, you have three holes left in your suit. The one for your pussy will remain open at all times, like all bitches are. The one for your ass will also. But one for that other hole is about to be closed. Permanently, of course."

And as Brooke lathered the tail end in glue, Gwen screamed out in horror, finding she could scream...

"STopppp...arf!! Bark! Bark! Arf! Arf!??"

"Good Bitch, bark for your new Mistress! Bark Bitch!" Brooke yelled as she forced the tail into Gwen's hole.

"ARF! Arooooo!! Bark bark!"

As Brooke worked the slippery tail into her hole, Gwen struggled to free herself from the chair by rocking it, but it was no use, as Brooke held her back down with her other hand. Gwen heard a loud POP! as the enlarged end sunk into her hole, and the tail flopped down.

"That was harder than I thought, but now let's see what good the extra features I paid for do."

Brooke pulled out a different remote control from the collar's one, and pushed a large red button. Immediately Gwen's ass started to swell as the bulbous end of the tail inside her started to expand.

"Ruff! Ruff! Bark! Bark!" Gwen screamed.

"I'm sorry it hurts puppy, but we have to make sure you will never lose your tail," Brooke sympathized, stroking Gwen's head.

The bulb suddenly stopped swelling, but Gwen's ass was still incredibly sore and swollen after all this torture. It was in the middle of all this pain, that Gwen felt a peculiar feeling inside her ass as it felt like small pins were sticking her from the inside.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!"

"Oh, you must feel the pins Bitch, it will stop soon. What they are doing is actually quite incredible, I couldn't believe it when I heard it. Those pins are sticking out of the end of your tail into your flesh and attaching themselves to your nerve endings. Once connected, they will be able to measure your ass muscles so acutely that you will be able to wag your tail just by different clenches." Brooke said with a wicked smile.

"This is going to be so fun, I've dreamed of this moment for forever, and now it's finally come true. My girlfriend is going to be so proud of me. She was the one that interested me in pet play. I was hooked since she told me the first word, and now, I have a pet of my own. Yay!" Brooke laughed as she stroked Gwen's back.

Gwen felt ashamed at how good the stroking felt. The suit seemed to please her skin whenever it was petted, as the material smoothly slid when moving. But it stuck tightly to her when it was not moving. Gwen shuddered to think of how it would feel to be smacked in the suit, the suit sticking into the cracks of her skin. She was still trying to understand how this was happening but the constant pain flowing from every body part made it impossible to think.

"Well Bitch, I am finished, are you ready to see your new body? I hope you are, because you'll be living in it for the rest of your life." Brooke said as she lifted Gwen off the chair and placed her on top of her bed, at a point she could look in the mirror.

--

Gwen couldn't move. Gwen couldn't think. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Her beautifully shaped skinny, curvy 18 year old body wasn't looking back at her in the mirror. Nothing seemed to remain of that Gwen. In her place was a small, brown puppy. It had a round head, with small ears and snout. It's front legs were a little chunky, but nothing beyond normal of such a small dog as this; and it's paws were small and cute. It's back arched downwards in a sexy way, it's its stomach was completely flat. It's back legs were also chunky, and the paws a bit bigger, but still, nothing unusual. It had a cute, tight little ass with a perfectly sized tail flowing out. In fact, the only thing slightly odd were the pale, pinkish color of its wide pussy lips. But one could only see them if the puppy was on it's back. The same went for its pale asshole, but it was so small, and hidden by the encircled fur, that one had to look very close to see it. In all ways, the form in front of her looked exactly like a puppy dog. Except she was the dog. As she moved her head to look at the mirror, the dog's head moved. And as she tried to walk on her elbows and knees, the dog's legs moved. It was only after she noticed her virgin pussy sticking out of the suit, did she collapse on the bed and start to cry.

"There there Bitch, don't cry, it's not the end of the world, it's the start of a new one. No longer do you have to worry about being judged as a teenage girl. Now, you won't have to worry at all, never again. I am now your Mistress. I will take care of you. From now on till forever, I will rule you. And you will serve me in payment of my love and generosity towards you." Brooke said as she cupped Gwen's face in her hands.

"Now only one loose end to tie up," Brooke said as she went to the pile of Gwen's clothes in the corner.

She sorted through the pile until she grabbed Gwen's shorts and reached into her pocket. Her hand soon came out with a cell-phone.

"Now, I'll just text your parents that you have decided to run away, and your old self will be history." Brooke said, typing away at the screen.

"There, now they'll look for you for a couple months, but once they realize they can't find you, then they'll just give up and move on," Brooke said with a nasty smile, "and you will be mine."

"Alright, enough moping around, we need to get rid of your old clothes and phone."

Brooke sat up off the bed and went to her dresser to grab a long leather cord. She put one end of it on around her wrist and the other she clipped on Gwen's collar. Gwen's head shot up off of the blanket she had been crying into when she heard the click of the leash attaching to her collar. She was immediately choked as Brooke yanked on the collar and pulled Gwen to the floor. Gwen gasped for air as her neck throbbed for the intense pain.

"Get up Bitch! It's time for you to learn how to walk."

Gwen slowly managed to stand up on all-fours and wobbled before a few seconds before falling back down on her side.

"Bad girl! Bad girl! Do not disobey Mistress, never!" Brooke commanded as she walked over to Gwen and slapped her ass.

"Arrrrrrrr!! Arf arf!" Gwen squealed from the pain.

"And that's only the beginning of what happens to bad puppies," Brooke said.

Gwen felt the slap still on her skin, just as she predicted, the suit stuck to the indentation of her red skin and only aggravated it further. It would take several minutes before the hand print left her ass. But Gwen only let the pain encourage her to stand up and stay up this time. She pushed herself up and tried with all her strength to stay standing. This time she managed it. She found she had to put equal amounts of her weight on all four of her new legs.

"Good Bitch! Now walk towards Mistress."

Gwen confidently moved her knees forward just like she'd done a million times during human walking. But that technique didn't work so well in dog walking. No sooner had her knee move when she stumbled forward, and trying to stop her fall with her elbows, sprawled herself flat at the feet of Brooke.

"Sigh, you have disappointed me Bitch. I guess I will have to punish you harder if you are to ever learn."

Thinking she was about to be painfully slapped again, Gwen quickly rolled onto her back to protect her ass. Instead, she felt a smooth ball slip into her now exposed pussy. Yelping, she righted herself and tried to bend her neck to see what had been slipped in her pussy. It was no use, she couldn't even try to see her pussy, and besides, she started to feel and know what it was.

"Now pet, you better hurry, I'm keeping my finger on the inflate button until you walk all the way to the door."

Gwen hurriedly put her elbow and knee first, then switched to the opposite side, and kept switching, using a crawl like pattern. She kept this up, carefully balancing herself while walking; but this became increasingly harder as the ball inside her kept expanding and stretching out her pussy. By the time she reached the door, she had to fall on her back as ball was pushing her legs apart and stretching her pussy upwards in a dome like fashion. She brought her chin to her stomach and looked down at her pussy, able to see in now, not only because she was on her back, but because it had stretched so high up.