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Feeling More Than A Bit Light Headed - Pt1

By SqueekyKitty

Tom was nervous, although he'd known John for a year now this was was the first day he was meeting him after agreeing to become his pet for a trail period of indeterminate length and as he stood at Johns door he was shaking slightly. Knocking nervously he only waited a short time before John opened the door and welcomed him in with a hug and a kiss and beckoned him into the living room.

Sitting perched on the sofa, his nervousness only increased when John brought out the contract he had agreed to sign to make sure everything was above board. John would be his master and would take care of him for the duration of the contract, providing room and all other needs. Tom for his part would do Johns bidding and service him with whatever was needed of him at the time. Picking up the pen he dutifully signed on the line and smiled. With that John lead him down into the basement and into a huge hidden room he'd never been in before, glancing around He could see there were a number of latex suits hanging on the rack, each in a different animal theme and categorised by species, all had full body suits and seperate hoods and Tom blushed slightly as he realised they also had anatomical sheaths to them as well. John explained that while he was his pet he'd be expected to be in the suits 24/7 but he could at least pick which animal Tom wanted to be, stressing that Tom should choose wisely as he wouldn't be let out until the contract was over. He then left Tom to pick out what suit to wear as he went upstairs to prepare the first meal they'd share together.

Left alone Tom pawed through the suits on the rack, wondering how John was able to afford them all as he knew John was well paid but not this well, and where he got them from as there must have been hundreds of them, all amazingly tailored and detailed. Rifling through the closest rack of canine types to begin with he paused first on the wolf, then on the Shepherd and Doberman but then decided on something more exotic and turned to the rack of felines that caught his attention on the other side of the room. Gazing over the rack, scanning the colours and patterns before a silvery grey caught his attention, pulling it out he realised it was a snow leopard, patterned with dark grey rosettes and a bright white chest. Examining the suit he noticed the paws were padded so that once they were on he had some dexterity left but mostly he'd not be able to grip things normally. The tail was long and inflatable, draping on the floor in it's flat deflated state, the nozzle tucked away under the tail. Draping the suit over his shoulder he proceeded to look along the rack again to see if there was anything else he fancied.

He had obviously lost track of time as he heard the click of the door opening behind him again as John wandered back into the room, asking him if he'd finally chosen something to wear. Tom, realising the only suit he'd picked up was the snow leopard, handed it to John. Smiling and patting him on the head he said "Good Boy" before he commanded Tom to strip from his human clothes. Tom felt the embarrassment rise again as he stood there there naked in front of his new master, he'd been here before but the realisation of what was happening made him slightly self conscious. He watched as John unzipped the suit and angled it so that Tom could step into the legs, to his surprise the slightly cold latex was already lubed and his leg slid into the feet of the suit easily, wiggling his toes he could see the paws toes wiggle as well as if they were a second skin. Next came the arms, his hands slipping into those padded paws as John tugged the arms up his own, the chest slipping up against his as the arms are pulled firmly into place. "How does that feel so far then?" John asks, "Ffffine" Tom manages before John tugs the suit some more and the suit begins to tighten around him as John zips the suit up the back, the lube squishing against his skin and filling in any what must be very small gaps.

"Go on, try it out" says John as he stands back a bit, Tom moves his arms and legs, the suit shifting slightly as it adjusts to his body shape. Marvelling at the fit, how did John know his size anyway? Before he gets any further John speaks up again "Stand still now, this next bit I'm sure you'll like" and grins. standing still, he can feel the rubber press against his lower back as John begins to pump up the tail, taking what seemed like ages while Tom continued looking over his now latex encased body. The smooth shiny rubber squeaked gently against itself as he explored the suit that was now his skin. The next part came as a shock and he gasped as he was brought to his senses when he felt and arm wrap around his waist and something long and hard press under his new tail, he hadn't even noticed John finishing with it, stumbling slightly to keep his balance he felt the rod slide into his rear, pushing a well lubed sheath into position. Craning his head he saw John smirking as he stood up, brushing against Toms new skin, causing him to shiver at the sensation of the touch before whispering "Good Boy" into his ear again while giving the dildo filling his insides a few good thrusts. He could feel his own member grow and slip effortlessly into the suits as his arousal took over, standing on his tiptoes on each inward thrust as John held him.

After a few more strokes, he felt a twinge of sadness as the rod was removed from his rear, the sheath staying in place for now. Reaching down John gave a few strokes of his now shiny pink member making Tom twitch and gasp, much to Johns amusement, before he moved in front of him holding the final part, the mask. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" John asks him one last time and as he nodded in reply, John slipped the hood over his head. His vision was briefly clouded before his eyes met those of the suit, he grimaced a little as it caught on his nose before it too slid into place in a shallow groove at the front allowing him to breath through the suits own nostrils, lastly the jaw slid under his allowing him to open and close his own as normal with the suit mimicking the motion. He saw John reach over and pull a full length mirror over for Tom to see his new form, the rubber glistening slightly under the lights in the room as Tom stared at what he'd become. His hands, no, paws roaming the suit as before noticing how tight and snug everything was again. There was a small snap behind him as John slipped a collar around his neck and quickly fastened a padlock so there was no escape, not that he would want to at this stage.

Connecting a leash to the collar John tugs it with a firm pull, "Down boy!" he commands. Not sure what to do Tom stares back briefly puzzled before another tug, jerking him forwards and causing him to stumble a bit, "Down, on all fours boy!". Kneeling on all fours and, his head spinning, he can feel the tail spring out behind him with a gentle *fwomph*, peering back he notices it's shaped to stay mostly level with his body, wiggling his rear he watches it bounce back and forth before yet another sharp tug on the leash draws his attention back to John who leads him back upstairs and through to the kitchen where he's instructed to sit and wait. Tom watches as John retrieves a pet bowl from one of the cupboards and begins to empty something from a can into it before placing it in front of him. Looking at the bowl and then up at John a "Wh-" is cut off as John smacks his nose, "No human words now, there's a good boy" before the same hand gently forces his head down to the bowl. Hesitating only briefly Tom tries to eat, the mask causes him a bit of difficultly at first but with some experimentation he's able to clean the bowl, even licking it clear with a soft *rowr*, as he surrenders more to the experience. Finishing he licks his lips, the new slick ones he'll be having for a while yet before looking at John again for approval. Toms mind swirls as John strokes his head, he hears Jon say "Good boy, good boy" before he starts feeling a bit strange, his vision begins to slowly fade before he eventually blacks out and flops over on his side.

Waking and peering through drowsy eyes Tom wakes to find himself spread eagled on a bed covered in latex sheets, the light is dim but just enough for him to see his reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror opposite his predicament and showing his restraints. Cuffed at the ankles and wrists, his tail pulled back in an arch and fastened to the back of his collar, the shiny silvery grey standing out sharply against the blackness of the sheets he begins to panic a little, tugging at the cuffs, trying to free himself but with no luck. Attempting to call out he realises his mouth is now filled with a gag, forcing him to breath through the nostrils of the suit. Panic rising quicker now he tugs on the restraints even more as a previously unseen door opens silhouetting a figure against the brighter hallway. He hears a familiar sounding *ssshhh* as the figure comes into view revealing itself to be John. Sitting on the side of the bed he can feel John stroking his head again and making soft calming noises John eventually explains that this is the last stage to fulfilling his contract and that he should relax and just go with it.

Feigning exhaustion and mind racing for a way out Tom slumps against the bed, his arms and body going limp. He can see Johns smile growing wider as he realises Tom has given in before pulling what looks like a suit of his own from under the bed. Changing slowly to let Tom watch all the while, it slowly dawns on Tom that this suit is based on a normal leopard with similar styling as his own, the yellow latex reflecting what meagre light there is. In what seems like longer than it probably was John is fully encased, his tall frame posing in front of Tom, letting him see everything including the same sheath that was on the front his his, the long member inside erect and ready to use. Slipping behind him on the bed, Tom suddenly feels something pressing under his tail, it must be another dildo he thinks as it's firmer and larger than anything natural he's felt before, but all he can see in the mirror are two spotted cats on a bed, one gripping the tail of the other and pressing against the others rear. Gasping as he feels the length slide into him, parting his now slick rear opening with ease and ausing him to choke slightly on the gag as it brushes the back of his throat and forces his body into the mattress below. Body twitching slightly in betrayal he feels the shaft hilted in him begin to move in and out, slowly gathering pace as his captor begins to pick up a rhythm, panting all the way. Mewling slightly because of what is happening, his breathing becoming harder and heavier with each thrust he closes his eyes, waiting for John to finish with him.

His hole still being attended to, Tom gasps again as his eyes flick open, something is wrong, he can feel it. The member attacking his innards is no longer feeling quite so large or quite so long, he can't feel the gag against his throat any more and, he realises, his whole body is beginning to feel strange. Glancing at the mirror he can see that his body looks the same but he can't tell for sure in this dim light, it just feels so different, so empty, the pressure he felt lying on the bed getting less and less. He suddenly hears John panting behind him heavier than before before one last heavy push forces his body against the mattress again, he can feel Johns seed spill into him before the bed creaks as John relaxes a little. He could feel John stroking his back now, it still felt odd and not like before, cooing what a good toy and a good pet he was and he should be proud. After a few minutes John pulls free and comes into view, "Want to see you're new form now?" he grins. Puzzled and still panicked, Tom nods. Reaching over to undo the bindings of the cuffs John allows him to sit up before switching on the lights properly. He just stares as what is shown in the mirror and sitting on the bed is what looks like a fully formed snow leopard sex doll. Exploring his suit, now body, his paws squish against his skin, causing it to bow and squeak. His shaft now a solid rubber dildo, permanently erect and always ready for use, his paws touching it send a jolt across his whole body. The cuffs and collar have melded themselves to the suit creating anchoring points, the worst however was his face. The dildo gag had also melded with his face forming a proper muzzle with a single opening in the shape of an O, the tunnel lined with bright pink latex. Unable to take any more Tom passes out again, only stopped from falling backwards because of his new long tail.

Awakening again, who knows how long he was out, Tom is panicked to find that the changes haven't reverted. Getting off the bed and slowly walking to the mirror, uncertain on his new feet as they don't provide as much traction as he's used to. Peering at his new body he can see the same as before, tugging at the collar it's obviously well melded to the overall look. Opening his muzzle does nothing, just forming an oval instead of an O. What the hell has John done to him? Experimentally he squishes a paw against his face and squishes his muzzle into his head, giving him a really really odd feeling as his eyes begin to cross. Slightly disturbed he lets it go, letting it reform with another soft *fowph*. Behind him his tail flickers, shocking him as he see it move, making him turn so the tail catches and squeaks against the mirror causing him to flick it again. It was another new and bizarre feeling to add to the list, he could feel the new appendage if he concentrated. Coiling it around his body before watching as it uncoiled on its own again, it definitely seemed to have a pre-determined shape it preferred to be in. That's when he noticed the end of the tail. The nozzle used to inflate it has gone and there's now a clear view to the small pink rose nestled underneath. Pawing at it sends another spazmed jolt through his new body, making him moan through his new mouth. Spinning round, one last thing catches his eye from before, approximately where his belly button was before there is now a nozzle that looks like it came from a pool toy. Pawing at it he attempts to open it to see what will happen but is stays infuriatingly closed.

Finally giving up, he turns and inspects the rest of the room, there's the bed with it's black sheets and pillows obviously but he'd no idea the room went back so far, all his attention had been focused on what he now was. Along the extensive walls were a large variety of various bondage racks and other equipment fastened to the walls, all in sight of one mirror or another. Spying the door John came through he walks over to it to try and open it but it's either locked or he can't grip it tight enough as the handle refuses to turn. A sigh of exasperation escapes his muzzle as he spies another door on the opposite end of the room, bouncing gently over to it, it looks like one of those operating room doors that swing rather than pull open. Pushing it open with some effort he finds himself in a shower room set up so that everything is push operated. Inspecting the room he hears the door open to the main room and quickly makes his way back in.

Finding John sitting on the bed, smiling at him John asks if he's doing OK and hopes he didn't cause too much panic or distress. Unsure of his own answer to that, Tom nods his head and tries to speak, only letting out a gentle *rawr*. John apparently happy with that motions for him to sit n the bed and begins to explain that Tom can be returned to his human form but only at the end of his contract. Until then he's to serve as Johns pet and sex doll. He'll be allowed up into the main house on occasion but mostly he'll be serving his time down here in the playroom. He won't need to eat or any other normal human bodily functions, but will be required to keep himself clean after each session unless explicitly told so. Mind racing again over what he's gotten himself into all Tom can do is nod along, hell it's not as if he could say no now, and waits for John to finish. The last thing that's explained to him is that the nozzle on his bellybutton is to deflate him when not in use and that he cannot pull his own plug. While inflated he will effectively have full motion and cognitive abilities but when deflated he will be pulled into a dream state. With that done and a last nod from Tom, John kisses him on the nose and pulls the plug. His conciousness slipping away the last thing on Toms mind is "Well, here goes nothing".