My friend was always so confused when I talked about pup play, so I decided to buy him a pup mask off a strange website as a joke. I handed it to him with a smirk, teasing him to put it on. He looked at me hesitantly before reluctantly putting it over his face. I couldn't help but laugh at him, not expecting him to actually take me up on the dare.
He tried to take it off only to find that he couldn't, his muffled cries coming from behind the mask. He stumbled back in shock as he noticed a dark shag carpet of body hair beginning to cover his torso, a deep musky scent growing in the room as it trapped in his sweat. His eyes glazed over as his mind submitted to the mask, his thoughts adjusted to suit it. He stopped struggling, beginning to breathe in his own scent brought out when he ran his fingers through his fur.
He only spoke in barks and whines now, unable to use his mouth. He was a pup in every sense of the word, always going up to you with his arms extended begging for belly scratches. His whole demeanor changed as he began to enjoy the new pup life, never wanting to take the mask off or return to his old life. Who was I to deny him?