Pup Vacation

Hunter didn't know why, but he could tell something was changing about himself. There were times he'd zone out, as though his mind were taking a break unable to process anything at work. It only seemed to get worse, his performance slowly decreasing until he finally lost his job. His husband stayed supportive throughout this, saying it was alright. Hunter had a sinking feeling his partner had been expecting it however.

Hunter thought he'd start working on finding a new job, but instead began going to the gym every day. It was his husband's suggestion initially, an offhand comment to work on building his body and taking time for himself. Hunter had never focused on his body too much, thinking it to be superficial. He had planned on ignoring the idea, only to surprise himself when he'd adopted the consistent habit of lifting weights every morning down in the apartment's gym.

Hunter had even started eating a lot more too, the difference quickly showing on his body as he grew immense, bigger and stronger. He didn't understand why he continued going, waking up and automatically heading down without thinking. Despite being without reason, he kept at it, watching his slim figure fill out with mass until he barely recognized himself in the mirror.

Hunter wasn't sure if it was his activity in the gym or his time stuck at home, but his libido was skyrocketing. He thought would have better control of himself, but would always end up rock hard in bed waiting for his husband to come home. Something in the back of his mind told him to abstain from touching himself, forcing himself to wait. Somehow he would never remember his husband walking in. He'd blink and suddenly find his mouth wrapped around his husband's bone or their cock in his ass.

It only made Hunter more stressed out than he already was, feeling like he was losing control of his life. Luckily his partner seemed to notice, surprising them with a Vacation. Hunter thought it would be relaxing to take his mind off his life for a while. On the plane as they grew closer and closer to their destination however, Sam couldn't help but feel his nerves growing.

Headed to a foreign country with loose clothing laws, Sam's husband had suggested they bring as little luggage as possible. Hunter had never been comfortable showing off his body, which made the situation feel strange, yet for some reason he deferred and let his husband pack for them. Once landed and needed to get to their hotel, Hunter was finally able take his mind off his nerves and focus on something else.

It only lasted until they walked into their Hotel room, Hunter's anxiety returning. A second later, the feeling was vindicated when he heard his husband speak.

"Now that we're here, why don't you be a good boy and strip for me?"

Hunter looked at his boyfriend strangely, wondering why he'd be talked to like that. Yet, to his own surprise, he found his body immediately stepping out of its clothes. In moments Hunter was completely exposed in the room, having followed his partner's orders unquestioningly.

Hunter looked down at himself in dumb shock. A hollow "Huh?" fell from his mouth as he tried to grasp the situation.

"Looking good, down now."

Hunter nervously kneeled on all fours, his body responding with muscle memory while his mind struggled to catch up. It felt like he was trapped inside someone else's body, their muscles strongarming his movements while his consciousness was locked out of the control room.

The husband put their bag on the floor, reaching inside it to pull out a collar and leash.

Hunter recognized it, a fetish item his husband had for a while in the hopes of being a handler. They'd played around with it before, but Hunter had never gotten the hang of it. The idea was lost on him, prompting his husband to start taking them to pup events with ball pits and courses in an attempt to support Hunter to be better at it.

The final event they'd been to suddenly dawned on Hunter. It was some sort of mash-up event with a bunch of niche fetishes. They'd signed up for a pup-induction session, Hunter seeing it as nothing more than another beginners course. It was probably the most uninteresting session they'd been to overall. All the pups had been called up to the front, told to watch the presenter, and then...

Hunter hadn't been able to recall anything after that, but as his Husband clicked his collar into place he suddenly could. He could remember the conditioning he'd been given in that room, that he was a dumb boy who listened to his master, following their every command. That he'd obey without question, with no thought, only able to remember he was a good boy wearing his collar.

Hunter looked up to find his husband with a wicked smile, overjoyed seeing Hunter's docile obedience. Hunter felt his mind slowly forgetting his own qualms, beginning to mimic his owner's enthusiasm like the dumb pet he was.

"Let's take you for a walk boy, show you to the world like you were always meant to be."

Hunter felt excitement coursing through his veins, ecstatic to spend time with his master. Just like that he was outside on the street, walking on all fours under his owner's watchful eye. He paid no attention to the stares from locals, comfortable with his body in his skin, knowing he'd have it no other way.

Hunter was like this for the rest of the trip, pleasing his master, serving them back in their room. There were times he had to be left alone there in order for his owner to run an errand. Hunter would obediently wait on the bed, looking out the window in wait for them to return. He knew if he was good he'd be rewarded with a bone, and that alone was enough to make it all worth it.