It was a usual day for Yuki. Her roommate was locked away in his room doing…whatever he did in there. She didn’t want to think about it. She was on the couch watching movies on Netflix under a cosy blanket, popcorn included.
Then the popcorn ran out. At first she lazily rummaged around in the bag but it was fruitless. Her restlessness grew as her stomach rumbled. Movies were no fun when she was this hungry. She needed some kind of snack. Grumbling and sighing she emerged from her blanket cocoon and wandered into the kitchen in search of a bite to eat.
When she entered she wasted no time in opening every cupboard in sight. Empty. Empty. Empty. Was it her turn to do the shopping again? Why didn’t she go? Oh of course. The classic Kung fu movie marathon. After daydreaming for a short time she snapped out of it and focused once again on the disappointingly bare cupboards. She reached deep into the back of one and passed her hand along the back wall desperate for something.
Then she felt it. The rigid cardboard outline of a box. It no longer mattered what it was, biscuits…crackers…cereal…she had found something and she intended to feast. Then she pulled it out of the cupboard and squinted in bewilderment.
Dog biscuits? Dog biscuits? What on earth were dog treats doing in there? They didn’t have a dog, or any pets in fact. Not even a boring old goldfish. She wondered if maybe her roommate bought them, or possibly the previous tenants. Never mind that, what was she going to eat? Perhaps she could eat these. They may be for dogs but they were still called biscuits so they couldn’t be that bad…
She tore open the box impatiently and pulled out a single bone-shaped treat. Bringing it to her face and sniffing it first, she hesitated. It didn’t smell much. She could only describe the smell as kind of stale and odd. Still it was worth a taste. She brought the brown bone to her lips and then threw it in her mouth and chomped down on it.
She chewed on it and swallowed. As she did the taste slowly heightened, it was kind of meaty but not what she expected. It was delicious. More delicious the longer she chewed until she had completely consumed it. She didn’t even think about it as she grabbed a handful and pushed them into her mouth eagerly.
Before she knew it she was gobbling them down faster than she had anything else in her life. She craved the taste more and more with each and every one she devoured. They were so moorish she couldn’t help herself. One more. Then another. Her hunger wouldn’t be sated. She wolfed them down until the box was empty.
Oh. All gone. She still felt a powerful desire to eat more, but she stared at the empty box and sighed. As she returned to the couch and her Netflix she couldn’t get the addicting treats off her mind.
That is until her mind wandered to other thoughts. Normally she wasn’t one to masturbate in the middle of the day but as she gradually lost interest in the movie she was watching her body heated up under the blanket. Her hips wriggled and her thighs rubbed together as her thoughts inevitably wandered towards more depraved fantasies. She saw herself on her hands and knees, moaning as she was being taken from behind. This was escalating quicker than usual. She knew she must be very horny today.
Biting her lower lip and looking around to check if her roommate had left his room she considered what to do, thighs pressed together tightly as she fought her ever increasing arousal. He was still locked in. He almost never came out of his room, there was no way he would notice if she just quietly touched herself a bit.
Her hand reached down into her panties and she immediately felt the dampness. She was so wet already. It surprised her but that didn’t stop her fingers from pushing into her tight, slick pussy. A smile spread across her face as she clenched down on her hand. Her fingers were stirring up her lust, she knew exactly how to rub, where to flick and what to pinch to really get her juices flowing.
In her head she was still being pounded relentlessly from the rear. He was grabbing her hair, thrusting into her making her butt clap against his hips. Her breasts jiggling. She was moaning in pleasure…
She really was moaning in pleasure as her fingers bore down on her super sensitive clit. Clasping her other hand against her mouth she tried to hold in her moans but only managed to muffle them as her hips quaked under the blanket. She felt orgasm wash over her and her fingers were soaking as she squeezed down on them intensely.
Breathing heavily she gradually came down form her orgasm. She slowly pulled out her sticky, glistening fingers and wiped them on her stomach as she fanned herself with the blanket and tried to cool off. What had brought that on? She would normally work a lot harder to bring herself to orgasm and in the middle of the day? She truly couldn’t stop herself? Still her desire had subsided now. Only a feeling of lingering pleasure and a slight craving for more dog treats remained.
That evening she went to bed normally, but her dreams were strange. She was still in her body, but in her dream she knew she was a dog. She was wandering around naked and on all fours, barking and running around like a dumb dog. She was confused in her dream. She had a collar around her neck and a leash but on the end there was no owner. It seemed important in her dream that she find her owner. As if without an owner she was incomplete. She sniffed and searched around finding any man she could and when she did she would jump at them. Slobbering and desperate she would find men, naked and erect and wrap her mouth around their cocks, sucking them eagerly. Rolling her tongue and closing her eyes in bliss as she savoured the carnal pleasure of the act. She did this several times, drinking cum and yapping at them but they wouldn’t answer. Wouldn’t pick up her leash. She felt so rejected. So useless…
Then she awoke in a cold sweat. Her dream had mostly faded from her conscious memory already but she still remembered vague images of her on her knees, nude and leashed. She still remembered the feeling of searching for someone, although she didn’t entirely understand it.
However, what she did understand was hunger. She was starving and strange dreams or not she couldn’t get any sleep if she was this hungry. Groggy and yawning she stumbled towards the kitchen with the intent to munch on something. Anything.
When she entered she remembered the dog treats earlier. They leapt into her head. If she could have some more of those…drool trickled out of the corner of her mouth as she grabbed the empty box on the side and peered into it with high hopes. There wasn’t a morsel inside. Not a bite. Nothing left.
Desperate, tired and ravenous she raided the cupboards once more. It was her lucky day, either there was another pack she failed to notice earlier or her roommate bought some more. She didn’t care to waste time thinking about it as she tore into the pack and poured them into her mouth. The taste. The fantastic, addictive taste. She kept eating them until her head throbbed.
Still sleepy her dream came back to her steadily as she ate. She could feel the collar around her neck…taste the cum of the men she sucked off…even though she had cum only that afternoon she felt her crotch moistening yet again. She wasn’t sure why but it felt right to get down on the floor. On all fours. Yes. This was right. She felt her pants starting to dampen and decided to wriggle out of them. That was much better.
Grinning and feeling especially naughty she took one of her biscuits and reached down. Trailed it along her body, over her breasts and flicking her nipple playfully. The little pink nub stiffened up as she continued down her body until she reached in between her legs. She inserted the treat slowly and pressed it against her clit. Ahh. That was incredible! They were just as good down there as they were in her mouth. She gulped another down as her ass wiggled in delight. Her pussy was leaking out now so much it trickled down her inner thigh and dripped onto the floor. She didn’t care. Her mind was crumbling. She started barking out loud. ‘Arf. Arf. Arf.’ Why was she barking? She questioned herself but she didn’t stop barking. Didn’t stop stimulating her aching pussy.
She was still nibbling on the treats. Her brain was spinning. It was like she was going crazy or something…she didn’t feel all there. Head throbbing. Nose wrinkling. Tail twitching. Wait…no tail. That last one was wrong. She wasn’t a dog. That was just a dream. She thought that as she felt the cock enter her mouth. Just like in the dream, but hotter and harder. She felt her lips wrapped around it, it’s weight on her tongue as she tasted it…smelled it. All these sensations were driving her crazy as she slurped on the cock, eyes closed in a blissful state of dwindling consciousness.
She struggled inside. Was she a dog? Where was her owner? Why did this cock taste so good. She was so horny. She was humping her own hand as it held the treat in her glistening pussy. She felt her mind changing. Human self fading away. More and more she knew she was a dog. A dumb, horny bitch who needed an owner to tell her what to do.
She opened her eyes and looked up. A growing feeling that she would see this owner. Validate her own perception of herself. She was a dog. Her owner was in front of her. She wasn’t a human. She couldn’t even think or talk like a human anymore. If she were why would she be on her hands and knees, sucking on cock like a hungry animal?
She opened her eyes and looked up. The man she saw, the one whose hard, fat cock she was eagerly slobbering over, was so familiar. She tried to think. Who was it. Part of her said this was her….room…her room…mate? It didn’t even seem like a word to her anymore. The more prominent part was telling her that this was her owner. It made sense. She lived with him. He was so familiar, his smell, his appearance. The taste of his cock made her squirm and thrust her hips wildly.
Now she knew. She finally knew. He was her owner. She was a dog. A brainless pet who would follow and obey his ever command. Who would debase herself and do anything for a taste of his cock or even…she shuddered…the feeling of it sliding inside her other holes and pumping her full of his creamy cum. As that thought crossed her mind his cock twitched and surged as it spurted hot jizz deep into her waiting throat.
She melted as the thick ooze slid down her throat, sinking even lower as the cock slipped out of her mouth and a few ropes of cum splattered across her face. Finally she collapsed in a hot, horny, cum drunk pile on the floor and dreamed of her new life as her owner’s bitch. Soon she would wake up and live out that dream.