Puppyweed

Jennifer flopped down on the couch with a sigh, letting her hair out of its tight ponytail. It had been another long day at work, running around making coffee for a series of people with wildly unrealistic expectations for her productivity. If one more jackass with a bluetooth headset snarked that it couldn't possibly take twenty minutes to make a latte, she swore she would put a dent in his face.

But that was then, and this was now. She didn't have to be back at work for another two days, and tonight was entirely hers to enjoy. Owner would be home sooner or later to purge all of her human concerns, so Jennifer reasoned she may as well soften up her mind to prepare.

She looked at the towering bong on their coffee table and giggled. Jennifer had never seen a piece of glassware that could make her quite as stupid as this one. She didn't know what it was, maybe it was just the size, but it was perfect. Owner made it herself, glassblowing being just one of her many hobbies. It was beautiful, green and blue mottled glass swirling into each other, but it was still perfectly functional. It had a straight neck, an ice catch, and an easily removed bowl piece.

Sometimes Jennifer felt inadequate when she thought about everything Owner was capable of. Not only did she have a high-paying job in publishing, she filled out her time with hobbies that ranged from building machines to maintaining a gorgeous herb garden. It could be hard to exist as just another human woman next to her, struggling to make ends meet with a customer service job.

But as Owner insisted over and over again, Jennifer reminded herself, her value was not limited to her material contributions. If Owner had it her way, Jennifer wouldn't even work her service job. She had expressed many times that her "precious little pet" would be far better off as a housebound domestic servant who only went out for dates and social events. But Jennifer felt entirely too guilty to take her up on that. Even if Owner only accepted her contributions to the mortgage to placate her and told her they were altogether unnecessary, Jennifer couldn't let herself stop.

Owner was out at dinner with a client tonight, and Jennifer thought it would be a wonderful idea to prove her worth by serving her with a nice, empty head when she got home. Owner loved having her vacant-eyed pet choke on her cock and worship her feet after a long day, and providing service was one of the only things that made the thoughts that she was nothing but a drain quiet.

Jennifer padded over to the cabinet Owner kept all the fun chemicals in, her hand drifting over the ecstasy tablets and bottles of poppers to a set of five small glass jars at the far right end. Owner loved to keep a wide selection of weed on hand, depending on what kind of experience she wanted for herself or her pet. She had a color-coded system for them, but Jennifer could never remember what it was. Yet another reason she had to work to prove her worth, she supposed. A normal person could remember something so simple.

She thought about texting Owner to ask her which was which, but she was busy and shouldn't be bothered with something so ridiculous right now. Jennifer brushed a lock of her long blonde hair out of her face and selected a small purple jar, opening it to take a whiff. Yup, that sure was marijuana. Jennifer giggled, she didn't know what she was checking for with that, maybe to see if it was rotten?

She brought the jar and an accompanying purple grinder back over to the couch, flopping down with a satisfied "arf!" Then she thought about it for a moment, and realized if she was going to be a good service pet for Owner tonight, she ought to start getting in the mindset now. She got off the couch and crawled into her plush doggy bed, the one with the raised sides and no less than five stuffed animals inside of it. She gave her favorite one, a super-squishy parrot named Blaise, a big squeeze before she got to work.

Owner usually handled packing the bowl, Jennifer was often too tied up for her to do it herself when Owner decided she needed to be less sober. But she was perfectly capable of doing it herself, even if she had no clue how this stuff was going to hit her. Regardless of strain, weed always made her nice and stupid for a while. It quieted down all her petty human insecurities and brought her down to the level of pet Owner saw in her all the time. For those sweet few hours, she could almost believe it.

There were black pawprints engraved on the glass jar, this must've been the weed specifically for her! Jennifer giggled, Owner was going to be so happy to see her like this! All spacey and silly, eager to do anything and everything to serve her one and only. Owner did so much for her, she would never live a life like this without her support. It was only reasonable to make herself a stupid pet whenever she got home.

Jennifer loaded the ground weed into the beautiful bowl piece and slipped it into place, putting the bong in her lap. This would be her last fully coherent thought for some time, and not a moment too soon. It was nice to be in a state where she wasn't always thinking about how worthless she was. She wished she could just be like this all the time, but that wasn't practical. How could she be productive and worthwhile if she spent all her time as a dumb, dizzy pet?

She flicked the switch on her lighter and took a long pull from the bong, blowing out a huge lungful of smoke. Oh

gods,

that tasted good. It didn't have the gross ashtray flavor that some weed had, it was actually almost sweet. There was even a strange aftertaste of... tennis ball? Jennifer giggled. How fitting.

Hmm, tennis balls. Those were a fun time when Owner decided it was time to make her blush. Just a week ago, the two of them went on a walk to the park, where Owner pulled a tennis ball out of her bag and told her that it was time to play fetch! Jennifer had whimpered and protested that it was embarrassing, but Owner told her that if she didn't do it, she wouldn't get to sniff her feet OR her shoes for a whole month! It was so unfair. What was even more unfair was that it was so much fun that Jennifer couldn't keep pouting through her sunny smile.

Jennifer took another hit, the stress flowing from her body as she inhaled. She made a shaky little moan as she let it out. It was weird, her clothes suddenly felt wrong? She'd never felt anything like it before, but she knew she had to get out of her clothes. Owner would be so happy to see her pet naked as well as stupid.

Off went her t-shirt, her jeans, her socks, her bra, and her panties, leaving Jennifer naked in her doggy bed. She had a nice body, she supposed. Not too skinny, not too fat, curves in the right places. She was a little more doughy than she'd like to be, but it was nice to look in the mirror and at least be alright with what she saw.

The part of her body she was most proud of laid between her legs. Jennifer had both an eight-inch cock and an accommodating pussy, along with an ass trained to take just about anything somebody might want to give her. Owner found this unbearably attractive, to the point that Jennifer couldn't get naked around her without getting groped. That usually led to much more than just groping.

It seemed her body liked the strain she selected for herself tonight. Jennifer's cock was dizzyingly hard, throbbing and straining despite not being touched at all. Her cunt followed suit, leaking so much that Jennifer had to go get a towel. She was already so high that she didn't trust herself walking upright, so the pet had to crawl over to the linen closet to fetch it. This strain hit like a freight train, she'd have to enjoy it more often!

It took all of the strength in Jennifer's body not to collapse on the ground and grind until she found the satisfaction her cock and cunt demanded, but she couldn't do that! She wanted to be a horny mess to serve Owner, and cumming too soon would ruin all of that! No, she should go back to her puppy bed and have more of that wonderful weed, then maybe stretch her holes out. Both of them, depending on which one Owner was in the mood for. Jennifer was a good puppy, she had to provide for every conceivable need! Even the ones Owner told her she didn't have to!

She took a third hit, and now she felt like her head was swimming. Weed had never hit her quite this hard before, but Jennifer felt too good to be worried about it. If it was dangerous, Owner wouldn't have left it in a place where she could get it. She was too smart for that, too caring, too considerate. She was truly the perfect woman, and Jennifer had to be the perfect pet to be worthy of her. Right now, she was too blissfully stupid to be anything but an ideal servant.

Jennifer giggled, sounding much more like a vacant airhead than normal. This was heaven! She felt so warm and comfortable, all of her silly human worries were a million miles away. She let out a happy bark, then another, and then a third. She got up on her knees, wagging her butt.

Time for more of that yummy smoke! Jennifer took her biggest hit yet, her eyes fluttering with pleasure. She already felt so stupid from the first three, what was this one going to do? Would she even be able to talk? She shuddered, that would be so hot. Such a stupid puppy off of only four hits that words were beyond her, all she could ever do was bark. That thought was enough to make her cock throb, dripping a stream of precum down onto her pet bed. Good thing she was at least smart enough to get a towel. Cleaning cum off of the fluffy pet bed was a bitch.

She set the bong aside for now, not wanting to go too far and be a bad servant. Usually it took more than four hits to leave her this loopy and stupid, but Owner must've found some strong stuff. She flopped over on the puppy bed, landing face-down so the fluff tickled her cock and pussy lips. She must've missed the towel, but right now, Jennifer couldn't care less. All she cared about was the pleasure.

Jennifer couldn't remember the last time she felt this purely, simply happy. No stress, no little voice telling her she needed to be useful, just the empty head of an eager puppy. The long, fluffy fibers of the pet bed tickled her parts as she ground against it, mouth open and tongue hanging out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she humped, she swore she'd never felt anything like it.

Her hair was a mess, needy puppy noises poured out of her mouth, and she felt absolute bliss. She thought about Owner. About the short, jet-black hair that fell just past her cheeks. About the piercings all over her body, from the industrial bar in her right ear to the hefty rings in her nipples. About her cock that was the perfect size to worship and serve, and about the six steel bars running up the shaft. About her beautiful feet and her gorgeous, delicious toes that Jennifer could lose herself in forever. About her omnipresent leather jacket that always smelled like cigarette smoke and gasoline. She wore it out whenever she could, even in the middle of summer. As such, it usually smelled like her sweat as well.

Just thinking about Owner was enough to make her moan. Jennifer would be calling out her name, but for some reason words were hard to find right now. Barks, however, came naturally. So Jennifer barked, she whined, and she howled. But she did not cum. Her orgasms were for Owner, and Owner wasn't here yet.

"Well, well, well," came a familiar smoky voice from the entryway. Jennifer jolted out of her reverie to see her standing there in sharp business dress, a jet-black pantsuit with a deep crimson blazer underneath. "What do we have here?"

Jennifer bounded over to her, leaky cock and cunt dripping juices everywhere. She knelt in front of Owner, butt wagging crazily, and gave each of her high heels an expected kiss. Owner's combination of butch aesthetics and professional femininity was enough to make Jennifer's head spin every time.

"Did my little puppy get into Owner's stash?" She asked, crouching down to scratch Jennifer behind the ears. She panted and nodded yes. She'd tell her all about how good it felt, but her mouth just wouldn't form the words! Oh well. Owner was smart, she would figure out just how much electric pleasure was running through her body soon enough. The puddle under her bits was definitely a clue.

"Oh sweetheart, did you take the weed from the purple jar?" Owner asked, heading into the living room. Jennifer nodded and barked, wagging. She did, and it felt great! Oh, Owner sounded uncertain. That was bad. Was she being a bad dog? That wasn't good, she couldn't be a bad dog, then she-

Owner cut off that trail of thought immediately. "Well, it's a bit ahead of schedule, I suppose, but that certainly isn't a bad thing," she said, turning back to face Jennifer with a smirk. "What luck that you can never remember my color-coding. Purple means specialty products, sweet pup. And the paws on the jar? Well, that means you've just dosed yourself up with some puppyweed! Tell me, how many hits did you take?"

Jennifer whined. Puppyweed? She didn't know what that meant, but maybe that was why she felt so dizzy and stupid. Oh right, Owner asked a question. She had to answer. She held up four fingers and cocked her head, hoping that her beloved Owner could clear up this situation for her.

Owner laughed, walking back into the kitchen and pulling out a chair from the table. She took a seat and snapped her fingers, pointing at the ground next to her. Jennifer scampered over and laid on her back, presenting her belly to Owner and holding her forepaws up, just as she'd been trained. Owner rested her feet on Jennifer's chest, her heels pressing down on her breasts. The puppy huffed and moaned, but obediently held her position.

"For a while now, I've struggled to figure out how to rid you of all these silly pretensions that you have to act like an independent human," Owner said, looking down at her pet with a coolly loving expression. "First I tried ordering you to drop it, but you insisted that you needed it. Then I tried showing you that it was unnecessary, but you refused to see it. You were just so stubborn, insisting that you had to force yourself through conditions that made you miserable just to satisfy that nasty little voice in your mind."

Jennifer cocked her head. What was Owner talking about? She made her put in all that extra work? Oh, that was terrible! She clearly wasn't trying hard enough to please her, she had to do more, had to work harder, had to-

"Even now, I see your poor little brain telling you that you're somehow unworthy of my love unless you're being productive in some way," Owner said. "I see it in your eyes, pet. And what I'm telling you now is that I will not let that stand for one more moment. I intended to work you up to the point you're at slowly, but there's no point in looking a gift horse in the mouth now that we're here."

Suddenly, Owner was straddling Jennifer, pushing her forepaws above her head and pinning her there. The freshly trapped puppy whined and squirmed, but Owner was much stronger than her and she wasn't going anywhere. Jennifer's cock pulsed and her cunt throbbed, both desperate for attention. But they weren't getting it until Owner was good and ready.

"Tonight, sweet pet, you leave all of that behind," Owner said, an eager grin on her face. "All those chemicals swimming around inside of you are rewiring your neurons as I speak, making it impossible for you to see yourself as human. As such, you will not place any of those ridiculous expectations on yourself to be anything but the eager pet you are."

Jennifer whined. B-but that wasn't fair! She couldn't expect special treatment just because Owner was wonderful, Owner had enough to worry about! She had to pull her own weight, she had to work her tail off at a miserable job day in and day out, otherwise it wouldn't be fair. She had to be fair to Owner, since Owner was so wonderful to her!

"Ah, ah ah, there you go having those silly little human thoughts again!" Owner said. "Come, puppy. You're clearly still too human for my taste, and I plan on fixing that. Puppy wanna play?"

Ooh, play? Jennifer loved to play! Playtime with Owner was the best, she knew just what to do with her pet. Sometimes it was fetch in the park, and sometimes it was tying her up and wreaking havoc on her body. Judging by the hungry look on Owner's face, this was likely to be the second kind of play.

Owner got off of her puppy and snapped her fingers. "Heel, mutt," she said, and Jennifer scampered off after her. It was so easy to obey Owner, it came naturally to her. With the aid of the puppyweed, doing anything else was impossible. But she still had to pull her weight, right? She couldn't just give in and be a stupid mutt forever, right?

Owner directed Jennifer up onto the bed, fastening all four of her limbs into leather cuffs attached to metal chains. Owner had an affinity for proper bondage, the kind you really couldn't escape without help. She even added cuffs around Jennifer's thighs and biceps, a touch she only went for when she wanted to make sure her pet was properly helpless.

Then Owner went into her toy closet and emerged with a gas mask, a long hose leading from the intake. At the end of the hose was a strange plastic contraption that Jennifer recognized as a vaporizer. Oh gods, was Owner going to give her more of the puppyweed?! She was already so stupid! If she got any dumber, she might never get her brains back again!

"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours, mutt," Owner said smoothly. "Yes, I am going to give you more of that nice puppyweed, and yes, it is going to break down your brain. But I can promise you that once you feel the effects properly, you'll never want to go back. Which is good, because once you get a high enough dose of this stuff, it's impossible to go back."

Jennifer knew she should be scared of that, but it just made her bits drip. This would be permanent? She was going to be a stupid, drooling puppy forever? That sounded like paradise! Owner was so nice for giving this to her, how on earth was she ever going to repay her?

Owner heard the little whimper that slipped from her mouth and smiled. "Just relax, pup," she said. "I do not expect you to compensate me for this, I never have and never will. I only wish to see you live as the happiest little mutt in all the world. I know that's difficult for your poor little brain to believe, but it's true. You are my pet. Pets do not need to earn their keep, they just need to play and obey!"

She locked the gas mask in place over Jennifer's head, then went back into the living room to fetch the puppyweed. Jennifer lay on the bed considering what she said. If that was true, if she really was a pet, then maybe Owner actually had a point. After all, it wasn't like pets were expected to go get a job and pay the rent. Their job was to provide companionship and be cute. Funny, she was sure Owner had made this argument before, but it was never this convincing.

Owner returned and loaded up a hefty dose of the puppyweed into the vaporizer. It was an ingenious little device, allowing in just enough fresh air to keep the smoke flowing into Jennifer's lungs without giving her so much that she could have a clear thought. Owner only broke it out when she wanted her pet nice and braindead, and given how the puppyweed had hit thus far, she was unlikely to remember her own name soon.

"Get ready, mutt," Owner said, almost growling. "Your human life ends now." She lit the bowl and Jennifer took her first breath, giggling as the sweet-smelling smoke flowed into her lungs. If this was the death of her human consciousness, so be it. It's not like it did her much good anyway. It was so mean to her, so mean to just a little puppy!