My Life inside My Dog
My Life inside my Dog
By Jackmink
Gregory woke up in a daze. He had been in his lab working on his most recent experiment. Everything was going good, great in fact. He was making breakthroughs faster than anyone else had made in this field. It would forever change, revolutionize science! Except for the mishap that had just happened.
He was alive, had his arms and legs and that was what was important in the end. Every failure was a success in science. You learned far more from a failure than a success after all. Gregory chuckled a bit weakly standing up, holding his head. He couldn't count all the times he had done something right and wasn't sure how the hell he had done it. Having to replicate the same thing dozens of times before learning from his failures to see how he accomplished the task.
This was just that. Except one major problem as he stared up at his mountainous sized desk looming above him like a foreboding cliff side. He stumbled backwards, bumping into something and looked around quickly to see what it was. Large garments, huge nearly car sized blankets of fabrics laid around him. And it took him several seconds to grasp that these things were articles of clothing. His own clothing!
"Remarkable!" He said loudly, his voice a bit squeaky due to his size. He nodded slowly before looking around. The floor hadn't been swept in a while, dust bunnies collecting under his desk and chair on the lamented floor where several pencils and paper clips had fallen in the routine of his work. Gregory scanned the room, able to make out a few things, before turning back to his machine that had caused all this. As fascinating as this was to be this size there was a huge issue he had to get fix first. How to fix this!
He had been trying to test a theory of matter. Things of equal size and mass can't be larger but what if they could be smaller? To most this was looked on, laughed at and over all disregarded as science fiction. Gregory gladly took on the challenge. And from the looks of it he succeeded.
"This is amazing." He frowned though. HOW did he do this? It was just another random test. The problem with this was that, while he wasn't even sure how he had figured out this issue haunting him for years and nearly ruining his career; but on the more important note how to REVERSE the effects!
He was busy thinking this over before the door to his lab creaked open. Gregory quickly turned towards the source. There was the loud echoing sound of paw steps slowly descending down the stairs and into his lab. Oh no! Gregory thought loudly. It was his German shepherd, Wallace! Named after the viking of course. The actual one not the Hollywood movie.
The dog was sniffing around on the floor, not even looking up as Wallace searched for his master. He had heard his voice earlier as he slept, not liking to stay in the cold basement where his friend worked. The floor was far too uncomfortable on his toes. Instead he liked to stay right above the stairs watching over and protecting the entrance. Wallace would always freak out if the door was shut so Gregory liked to keep it open for him.
Wallace might hate staying in the lab but loved to come in to visit. Get some head scratches, plenty of love and be able to lick his masters fingers. Even for a German Shepherd Wallace was smart, mainly due to Gregory who had gotten a very large grant after making specialized food pellets for dogs that greatly increased their IQ. Even if they were still animals in the end of things.
Gregory loved and trusted his best friend who was never far from his side, asleep or awake the dog was never far from his side. This was not a situation where he wanted his dog licking his fingers however. Seeing as how he was finger size! Quickly he came to the conclusion that it would be prudent he was not discovered and hid in the only space he could possibly think of. His own clothing. Running into the slightly open folds of his pants, he hid at the entrance to one of the legs - the passageway blocked by the crumbled clothing. It was like a tunnel of cloth where the roof had caved in where the leg would normally go leaving him in a dead end and hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't go notice.
Wallace kept sniffing around finding a good trace of his master. He stood up looking around, swiveling his ears trying to pick up any kind of odd sound he thought he heard just a second ago. There was nothing now and the dog dismissed it sniffing around until his cold, bumpy black nose touched his master's and friend's shirt. Instantly the dog brightened, tail wagging.
Shirt. Of course. These were masters. Wallace thought in short, broken sentences never able to even fully grasp his own thoughts but smart enough to follow his own animal instincts on the matter. So the dog began nosing at the shirt sniffing and snorting at it before exhaling and pulling his snout back.
It was nice, the dog thought, tail wagging. He loved masters scent. It was comforting and relaxing and there had been so many nights he had fallen asleep with his master. It was odd now. The scent was strong but there was no master. The sweat on the cloths was fresh, strong and began making the dog worry.
Wallace's nose bumped into the undergarments and quickly sneeze, wiggling his nose at the strong smell. His tail wagged and he moved over to a sock. He bit down on it, holding it with his paws and began tearing it up. He knew he wasn't suppose to but every time he did this master would get all playful and spend the rest of the day with him. Maybe if he did it now master would play with him and come out from hiding.
Gregory watched in shocked horror as the dog ripped up his sock. Not at the fact he lost, another, sock but how those teeth could easily do the same to him. He loved his dog but he was still an animal and he didn't want to be stupid about this. If he could he would avoid an encounter at all cost. Or he might end up with the same fate.
The dog licked its lips, swallowing a few shreds of cloth before eyeing the pants. His black and white vision almost spied movement where Gregory had moved out to watch the dog in morbid horror; Wallace's ears training in on it and he focused his attention wondering if another rat had snuck inside the lab. Maybe there was something there. Maybe master, a loose thought but the smell alone made the dog hopeful. So Wallace walked over slowly; to Gregory the dog might has well been running as those feet crashed, thudded against the floor and shook everything around him with a thundering step. Sniffing down at the open pants the dog cocked it's head to the side trying to figure this out; the gears in its head slowly turning.
Reaching out with a paw Wallace scratched at the cloth trying to open it up. It only wrinkled and pulled the pants making Gregory fall backwards onto his rear. Unable to get it open Wallace laid down in front of it, moving his snout down to bump at the fabric. Sniffing at it before nosing under it and sniffing some more.
Gregory held his breath as the light was mostly fully cut off and a large canine snout began to nose towards him; large whiskers, black thinning fur on his chin, rich brown on his cheeks and a large bumpy black nose that was beginning to slowly slide towards him as it sniffed in his direction. Gregory could only hold his breath as it inched closer. He could feel Wallace's breath now over his tiny naked body. The nose nearly bumped into his foot.
Sniffing at him Wallace wagged his tail, his mind unable to even begin to comprehend why his master was so small. But he found him! He loved hide and seek. They did it often. Wallace always won. And now he wanted his reward.
Nosing further, the dog continued to sniff at him. Gregory shivered as warm dog breath panted over his naked body causing goosebumps to sprout like weeds on his skin as the dog opened his muzzle wide, still laying down, and began to pant happily. The tongue drooled out at the tip and saliva creeped down its length and dampened the fabric of the pants. Wallace tail was still wagging as if the dog was shouting that he found him. That panting breath began to fill up the pants making it slightly hard to breath and all he could smell was the dog's breath. Gregory never minded it much as he took very well care of his dog, teeth and all. It was still a bit overpowering.
"Good boy." Gregory said slowly, gently trying not to get the dog too excited. If he got too excited he might want to play and at his size that'd be devastating. Making sure, now that he was found, he could at least attempt to control the situation. Gregory placed a hand on the bumpy groove of the dog's nose. He quickly retracted his hand as that tongue slurped out to lick up and over his nose at his masters touch. "Good. Don't freak out. You're a good boy. Gentle boy. Wouldn't hurt a squirrel."
Wallace kept sniffing in before closing his muzzle, swallowing loudly and panting out and over the naked man once more. The sight of the dog swallowing made Gregory hold his breath once more fearing he might be hungry, it had been a little while since he last fed the dog. Gregory had been working all day and had worked up a decent, manageable sweat. It made the dog drool a bit more as that rich smell filled his sensitive snout. Taking a slow, timid step forward Wallace slid the end of his snout further inside the opening of the pants leg, unable to see him but able to smell him clearly as day now. And a dog's nose could very well be his eyes in some situations, this was one of them. His maw opened up wider in delight.
Gregory could make out the large canine's fangs and even the back of his teeth as the muzzle opened up wider for him as if Wallace was trying to show it off. The dog had a pink tongue and the rigid palate of his muzzle was the same color. Both were splotched with black markings. His lips were black, it faded to a lighter gray color as it entered his muzzle before being streaked by pink as it reached the tongue. Gregory saw all this before a snout pressed against him and a large tongue licked out at him. Just below the nose Gregory found his face pressed against, standing on one leg as he was pushed over and his whole body exposed to the dog's gaping maw.
Gregory gasped as that large, grooved tongue pushed against his body; it was far spongier than he thought it would be and he shivered as the heat of it hit him square in the face. Engorged with blood, the broad tongue licked over his whole body pushing him fully onto his back now with a single lick. Wallace swallowed after that, licking his lips and tasting his master on them. That salty musky sweat made his taste buds dance in delight. Moving a bit closer the top of the dog's snout began to undo the zipper on Gregory's pants giving both far more room, allowing light to pour in and with it some fresh air. All it really did was give Gregory a clear view of the dog's gigantic head and the look of excitement in those eyes.
It took a few seconds for Gregory's eyes to adjust to the light and with it he was able to see far more clearly as the dog scooted a half inch closer to lay in front of the master, staring down intently at him now. Their eyes met. Wallace tail wagged even more, panting over the small body he was nosing still sniffing at. Wallace wiggled his rear, moving back down with his whole muzzle and once more Gregory the chance to try an coax him to relax, calm down and not lick him any more. Gregory didn't have a chance to speak as the dog once more lapped over his whole form. It was warm, wet and felt amazing getting a tongue bath from the dog but he worried for the worse. The dog ignored his pleas following his instinct on the matter. Wallace was enjoying himself far too much to stop. He enjoyed licking after all and the tiny morsel before him was far too good to ignore.
That tongue drooled out, large globs of saliva falling down onto the pants edge showing Gregory the hunger that the dog was beginning to grow. Wallace opened his maw and licked over his master once more. The first lick had been powerful, forceful and uncontrolled, the second was more playful and energetic. This time it was more gentle, a caress licking of that spongy tongue that formed around his body as it draped over him like a large wet silk sheet, licking up him once more. The dog felt a tinge of electricity as his taste buds danced in delight again.
So Wallace scooted closer.
Nosing down he pressed his snout over his masters whole body, pinning it lightly against the fabric beneath him. Wallace sniffed slowly, eyes half opened as every inch of his master was devoured by his nostrils. His tongue licked out over his feet before stopping at his bare groin. That electricity sparked again and the dog began to pant harder, pushing harder and licking down, scooping Gregory's groin up a bit between his legs, and slurped over it, cupping his sack and semi hard cock and licking in the inner most thigh before that tongue vanished into it's muzzle once more. As quickly as it had come out.
There was a low whine from the dog who swallowed loudly, licking its lips and pawing at the ground around the pants. Wallace liked it, he loved it. Master was good tasting and he was enjoying this so much. Gregory's natural taste made the dog whine once more. He could smell it, taste his arousal on his tongue, the saltiness of his sack and could forever devour that wonderfulness inside himself. So the dog continued.
Lapping over his feet and legs, up his body and over his face, under his arms and every inch of him that massive muscle could reach. Gregory was scooped up again and again until he ended up on his side. The dog only wagged his tail more, faster as he licked over his small master before focusing on the single part of his body that made his fur stand on end. His groin.
Gregory rolled back onto his back trying to crawl away. He was breathing heavily himself at this point (his breaths only that of the dogs exhaling over him, it filled his lungs and made him light-headed). The man was trying not to think about it, nor focus on it. But it felt good. It felt damn good. The best blow job of his life easily. The best massage. That tongue was thick, broad and yet could get to places he thought weren't even possible to reach. He knew his musky sweat was far gone now but the dog didn't stop, Wallace kept licking. Kissing at his masters body happily loving on him. The dog's own hot, humid breath washing over Gregory's small form was making the tiny human sweat and that alone kept the dog licking.
Gregory feared what would happen if he finished, what it may do to the dog and what fate it would befall on him. And just as he thought he could hold back any further there was another loud swallow from the dog above him who had pulled back, pawing at the ground once more. Good, Gregory thought. Clear your throat, make it easier for this. For both of us. So consumed in the moment Gregory didn't care as he watched his best friend slurp his muzzle and stare down at him with a hunger in those eyes.
And the man, exhausted already, closed his eyes as the tongue scooped up under him slowly, shoveling his whole body onto Wallace's tongue and slowly back into his muzzle. The tongue sunk in where the tiny human lay, forming up on his sides kind of like a long body, if soggy, bean bag chair. A living chair of muscle and grooved flesh of his dog's, his best friends tongue. The heat of it, of his muzzle and breath just made the tiny human groan in defeat. Gregory's legs were dangling off the side of the tongue as he opened his eyes to see himself sliding into the dog's muzzle fully now.
So this was how it ended. That wasn't so bad, he decided wanting to just accept his fate. At least he could give his best friend something, if only a tiny treat. In a way it was his own fault for delaying Wallace's dinner.
The dog's black lips slowly closed and the teeth nearly clamped shut. There was a slight breeze from the outside world and a bit of light poured inside the dog's almost closed muzzle. Otherwise every breath the dog took was also that of the man who just lay on the tongue looking up at the rigid black splotched palate above him and feel the world around him moving with the dog's panting breath. A living world he was now trapped inside.
Wallace held his master gently, securely as if he were his most favorite toy. Not wanting to damage or ruin it in any way. The German Shepherd stood up slowly looking around the lab before turning around and heading out. Wallace always hated this lab. It wasn't comfortable at all. The motion made the tongue rock back and forth like a boat in an ocean and Gregory closed his eyes as he was rocked too and fro and smiled at the feeling of it.
The dog climbed the steps, each one making his tongue bounce slightly and with it making Gregory groan. From a pleasurable swaying motion to a bouncing one. The man turned over as the dog reached the top of the steps, grinding down against that tongue and hugging it lovingly like a very large, wet, slimy body pillow that was warm to the touch and pushed back against him. The grooves of the tongue rubbed over him, making Gregory shiver, and he slid his now rigid bock into it, against it.
Wallace stopped as the groin grinded against his tongue, muzzle watering at that amazing taste and feel of the pressure of the tiny body humping at him. The dog eyes were half closed as he trotted over to his bed, right in front of the lab. He turned around a few times before laying down, his muzzle propped up on the cushion. He looked out over the room before swallowing, knowing his master was safe with him now. Forever.
Gregory rose with the swallow, closing his eyes and wincing as the tongue forced him up and against that rigid hard palate. The living carpet of muscle under him rippled and fell, the tip rising up making him slide down it towards the dog's gaping, glistening throat. Saliva began to drain backwards and as Gregory said his final goodbyes the dog swallowed once more.
Expecting the worse Gregory closed his eyes. He rose once more hearing the sound of the dog gulping his pre and the saliva that had gathered with it down into the pit that was the dog's throat. A gulping sound like water going into a drain. Gregory pulled his legs up, keeping them straight so he'd slide easily down not wanting to make his best friend choke. His legs stopped against the soft palate, the tongue rising blocking his entrance to the dog's body. Or at least any further.
Gregory opened his eyes looking down in surprise as the tongue relaxed, opening the passageway up once more and spreading out forward. Carrying him with it until he was near the front teeth again. Wallace wasn't going to eat him? He was just swallowing his taste. His pre. His essence.
The dog began to pant once more, his face up in a large smile as he consumed his masters flavor once more. He was like a flavored bone. It tasted good, it fit perfectly on his tongue as if it were made for him. Wallace didn't want to lose that, to lose this flavor so quickly. And a part of him seemed to know it was his master. That he was safe in here, secure and that as long as he held him like this nothing bad would ever happened to him again...
Gregory wasn't sure how long he laid on the bed that was the dog's tongue. The world around him moved every now and then but he cared not. It didn't concern him. His life now was in here. The dog even got up to go get some water, sliding the man underneath the tongue as it lapped up the refreshing liquid. Cleansing his palate so that he may taste his master anew. It allowed Gregory a drink as well if only as it splashed underneath the tongue and over his body pinned to the floor of the dog's muzzle.
Gregory knew his dog could keep a toy in his muzzle all day and night and wondered if that was his life would be like now. To be his dog's flavored toy and to never leave him again. Wallace would never whine or beg or miss him because now he was always with him.
After all Gregory's roommate would be home eventually and would feed Wallace, take care of him and with it there was no worry or concerns anymore. For he was now with his dog and that was that...
Harder ending...
Wallace tongue relaxed and with it, like a gentle wave, pulled his master back away from the doom that was about to befall him. Gregory was like his favorite blue rubber toy. He could keep it in his muzzle all day and night, even eat and drink with it in his maw still. That's how Wallace saw his master. That wonderful flavor on his lips and soaking into his tongue, sliding down his throat and into his belly to be digested forever into his body. Wallace had planned on keeping him like this, maybe even letting him go after a while but he was not aware of his own animal instincts on the matter. Or just how hungry he had become.
Gregory groaned low and deep as he rolled back over and onto his stomach. The tongue was so plump, thick and engorged with blood that it was nearly hot to the touch. It sunk in around him, forming to his body so perfectly like the best kind of water beds. The warm seeped through that tongue and into his very body, the drool around him coated his body and slathered him to the point where it was even getting into his mouth. The dog continued to pant happily over his naked body getting another low groan from the man. For every panting breath made the tongue rock back and forth and in turn grinding Gregory's naked body against it.
The tongue rose and fell once more, Gregory nuzzling his face against it now as it lapped over him. Wallace eyes were closed and he kept gripping the floor tightly with his toes, clenching them as that sound filled his maw. That groan from his master. The taste was weaker now than it had been but still, it was the perfect thing to suck on and hold. And so Wallace was beginning to just lose himself in that feel and forget what exactly it was, who it was he was holding.
The tongue rippled underneath him, Gregory held the sides, gasping as it rose up to push against his groin and press him against the rigid palate. The dog could feel the man pushing back in resistance, tasting him fully on that spot and so he kept rubbing at it. Gregory found himself humping against it, that tongue pushed roughly against him now, eyes half closed himself as he groaned inside his dog's maw. It felt so...amazing.
His pre dribbled onto that tongue, leaking from his body. Each drop made the dog clench his toes once more as electricity danced up and down his tongue before sliding forever into his throat. Wallace nearly swallowed there but caught himself, pushing the man up against his rigid palate before relaxing once more. Wallace's breath was coming in far heavier now. Slow shallow breaths through his nose and out his mouth as he controlled his reflex to swallow.
Another rush of air poured from behind Gregory, wrapping him in that film of dog breath. He breathed in the same breath of the dog, shaking slightly before pushing himself down, hard, onto that tongue and with it moaned loudly as he spilled forth onto, into his canine companion. That building pressure was ever growing and came to the point Gregory couldn't hold back or care and just unleashed himself into, onto Wallace's tongue. Onto the very taste buds of the hungry dog.
If before the pre was like electricity then this was like an explosion. Every taste bud in the dog's muzzle screamed out in joy and his ears perked up high. The very smell of that release filled his muzzle, filled his nostrils and soon would fill his empty belly. His instincts took over and once more the dog began swallowing. Wanting to consume that muskiness on his tongue and fill his body with it.
The tongue rose up in the front and back, cradling Gregory (who was still shaking from his release) in it like a hamock as the dog's muzzle snapped firmly shut around him. The man was barely aware as the world behind him rose up with the dog's chin before the bottom of the tongue gave way, the german shepherd's tight throat closing tightly and with it everything dawned on Gregory.
So lost he had been, as light headed as he had become in the exhilarating release, in that moment he forgot where he was and what could happen. He screamed out, trying to stop the dog as he grabbed at the tongue. His fingers were too slippery to hold on for long, and even on the sides he couldn't get a firm grip. The tongue flicked to get that last, the best part, of the morsel to fall, to slide down his throat and into his aching belly.
There was a large opening behind the dog's tongue, like a funnel, that swirled around to the center and the empty blackness within. The pooling saliva and release began draining both it and Gregory down into the dog's tight living, flexing throat. The living walls hugged at his sides as he slid into the cramped space that tightened at first before relaxing, opening and tugging him down inside with a pulsing, quaking motion. He could feel the muscles around him contracting and pulling him down with it and even if Wallace wanted too they both knew he couldn't stop now. Gregory gasped, whimpering as he tried to push back against the walls as the dog finished with one final swallow and the man could only cry out a final plea of mercy. It was lost on the dog as his jaws snapped shut once more.
The bulge in Wallace's throat didn't go unnoticed by the dog who could feel the struggles all the way down. Wallace just flexed his toes until that bump slid down his throat, vanishing into his chest. Gregory couldn't see anything but felt the powerful heart beat of his best friend, feel the world shake around him with the dog's steady breaths and soon found himself sliding into a large pit that was the dog's stomach. The valve he slid through closed tightly and Gregory made a small splash into the liquid already pooling up in the dog's stomach. The release and taste before already got the dog's digestive juices ready for the meal they had been waiting for.
Gregory struggled to get up onto his feet. The whole belly shook causing him to fall down getting little to no footing in this place as the very walls pulsed with life. He could feel the living walls beneath him, the liquid seeping from the grooved sides and if he concentrated hard enough he could hear the now distant sound of the dog's heart beat. It still was drumming loudly from the excitement this tiny treat had given him.
Gregory didn't want to give up, he couldn't now that he was here. His survival instincts were kicking in just as the dog's swallowing reflex did. He pushed himself up trying to get out the way he came in. It held tightly and, as the dog stood up, he found himself sliding and sloshing around in the water unable to tell which way was the entrance or the exit by the time he could collect himself. The tiny man pounded on the walls around him, yelling and shouting for the dog to let him out. The dog's belly just swayed back and forth as Wallace got up to take a stroll around the house. Gregory just sloshed around inside the big belly until his strength finally gave way and he succumb to the gentle, flow of the dog's rocking stomach. His toes and fingers had gone numb and already he felt his body slowly fading away forever to belong to these walls around him. At least Gregory could give his best friend one last thing before he left.
Wallace was happy, tail wagging as he walked around in a few more circles before settling in happily on his bed as his master slowly began to lose consciousness inside his belly. The dog slept with that scent in his nose, the familiar weight in his belly and knowing forever on that his master would be protected inside of him, as a part of him. And as the dog drifted off to sleep he had dreams of playing with his master every day there since as if his conscious was absorbed into his own and they had become one.