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Poodle Tranformation story (based on an RP with Eriknl77)
I, Amelia DuBois, sit in the parlor room, one of three I have in my large, luxurious Paris mansion as I wait for my nephew to arrive.
The door opens, your private chauffeur picked me up from the airport and will drag in my luggage, as I walk in "Auntie Amelia, I am here"
I get up, kissing both cheeks of my nephew. "So good to see you, how was your flight?"
"oh horrible, but you know Aunty, I just don't like to fly economy. I'm too big for that you know. There's hardly any space. But, never mind that. I have arrived. Thank you for inviting me. You look amazing."
I say, after kissing her cheeks
I scoff. "Oh, please," I chuckle some. "Next month, I'll be sixty...and despite the servants, I'm essentially alone here..."
"aw, poor thing. None of them is cute enough to give you some company?" I chuckle. "Well at least I'm here now for a few days and even though I will be exploring the city, we will spend a few moments together."
"Oh, no, longer than that, please..." I say, taking a seat on an antique sofa, patting the empty spot beside me.
I shrug my shoulders, knowing she can be a bit demanding and sit down. "Maybe Aunty, but there's so much to see. I'm happy you invited me over to your now mansion. I've never been in Paris. I am excited to go for walks through the streets." I say as I pat the hand she placed on my knee.
"We can go for walks...I'm not so old," I chuckle, reaching into a pocket of mine and taking out a special candy.
"ok, good, we can. You could show me around and maybe bring me to places I would never see as a tourist." I say "and maybe you can also direct me to a gym. I do need to work out, as I am in competition mode and have to stay lean."
"Would you have this?" I smile, handing you a candy, a simple-looking one. "I can no longer have them...please?"
"Oh no thank you Auntie Amelia, too much calories. You know I'm like a show dog. Always taking care so I look my best...." I see the sadness come over your face and think 'one candy, can it really harm to make her happy?' "oh, ehm, ok, just one then, thank you Aunty." I take the candy from her hand and take it in my mouth, sucking on it, even though it's a bit odd flavored
I smile more, it's a rather unsettling smile. I stand up, taking a casual stroll around the parlor. "You'll love it here, you really will...Philippe."
I just sit on the antique sofa, looking at her, sucking on my candy. "hmhm" I hum while I nod
A strange feeling grips the space above your butt.
My right hand goes to my lower back. 'wow, that feels weird' I think, as a wondering look comes over my face, not noticing my Aunty looking at me or realizing it's inappropriate to touch myself there in her presence
I go to look and clap my hands, happily as I see a white poof tail explode out. "How adorable!"
You begin to shrink, the clothes you are wearing are getting too big for you.
I look up at you. "What's happening? What are you doing to me?" I nearly choke in the rest of the candy and swallow it.
My pants and shirt drop to the floor, so does my underwear. I'm naked, standing in front of you. Just a smaller version of myself, but with a tail
"Aww, don't be afraid...it won't be long..." I say, an affectionate, consoling look, tone. You fall onto your hands and knees as your hands and feet shrink, becoming paws. Perfectly manicured poofs of white fur appear above your front and back legs, around your head.
"No.... please don't do this to me." I start begging, realizing what is happening to me. I am becoming a show dog. A poodle. How humiliating. "Please turn me back. Or at least don't keep me like this too long." I beg, I still love my Aunty, she is my favorite. I can't help that I want the best for her, even if it's some company. My hair starts to fall out and I can feel how the white fur is sprouting on top of my head. I feel how my throat changes. "Please, don't die it pink..... arf arf" is the last human thing I can say before losing my speech.
"Oh, no, Philippe, I'll leave it the beautiful white that is, you are going to remain male, after all," I chuckle as you becoming permanently four-legged, shrinking more. Your face pushing out into a muzzle, your nose becoming smaller, wet and black. Your transformation almost complete.
I feel how my waist is getting thinner. making my big pecs stand out even more. I could cry, knowing the body I have worked on for so long will no longer exist, I will like a dog. any dog. no one would know how great I looked. I don't like to be superficial, but, it was my passion, my life. and now.... look at me, my waist is so thin, my legs are so thin. and what will happen to my cock? oh god, no, my cock
It shrinks and a sheath forms over it. Another minute and...it's done.
What, no, really? I am a dog now?
A white poodle named Philippe?
You see yourself in the closest reflective surface and you see yourself, from head to toe, a beautifully manicured white poodle, a male poodle named Philippe. "This turned out so well...you're so handsome now, my nephew...my Philippe."
I want to ask her why. why she didn't just get a dog. Why it had to be me. How long it would remain. What other people would think. What she would say to the people who know I went here. But all turned into barks. I am a dog now. a real dog. and the irony is that I will see places of Paris that tourist don't get to see. Like the vet. Oh.... god, what if she gets me chipped. I hope she won't get me neutered.
I get down onto my knees, picking up Philippe as he's much lighter...now. "You're going to be a good dog, right...otherwise, I will neuter you...as a punishment, all right?"
I felt my instinct kick in, even though I could still think human thoughts. I started wagging my tail and licking her face. 'No, this can't be....I'm liking it? Really? I.... I'm so confused. But I... I love being a dog.' I knew she loved me and would take very good care of me. I could only wait for her to give me my collar with nametag and that she would neuter me if I would be bad.
I leave, but return quickly with a collar, a very nice, placing it around your neck. It has your name Philippe on one side and my address on the other.
I sit up straight, giving you all the space you need to put it on. I almost feel proud to wear it
I chuckle, picking up the phone in the room. I tell whom I'm speaking to that they should come over, he's ready for his daily work.
I just walk around, getting used to be on all fours
The door opens and a handsome, blond, muscular man in his mid-twenties comes in. "Yes, Madame DuBois, Zis the handsome boy?"
I look up, wagging my tail. Not realizing I’m still also having my human thoughts, my gay human thoughts, meaning I get hard when walking up and sniffing the handsome man.
He picks up, absolutely falling in love with you, loving the feel of your tongue on his face. I knew you would like your new dog walker. "Take him out for a while, make sure he does all of his business...let him see some Paris, he did just arrive..."
If I could smile I would, but instead I wagged my tail and barked, jumping up and licking the handsome face of my new best friend
A totally new world would open up to me. sniffing all sorts of scents, marking my territory, discovering the streets of Paris, my new home town. I just knew I was home and happy about it.
A leash attached to your collar, the dog walker, Reynard, took you out the front doors and led you down the street as well-dressed woman and finely-dressed men passed you, nodding to Reynard, a couple even remarking how meticulous your manicured fur looks.
I feel proud hearing that
As you are brought to a nearby park, you catch sight and smell of another male poodle.
"Bonjour..." The other male poodle says to you.
"Yes, I can...I see that you were once...a man, like moi?"
"Yes, but.... how do you know?"
"I can smell it, young man..."
"what happened to you? How long have you been a dog?"
"My wife...she got me...in the divorce...I have been a poodle...for about a year now..."
"oh my god, was it.... part of the settlement? forced by law?"
"How is it to be a dog for a year?"
"I owed my wife...uhh...about 150,000 Euros and since I could not pay it...an agreement was made and now I am...her dog."
"In all honesty, she treats me better as a dog than she ever did as her husband."
"Oui...for the remainder of my life, young dog."
"is there even a way back?
"it must be hard seeing her with other men than."
"If I could dig up 150,000 Euros, maybe...I could be changed back, but...then I'd have to get a job, et cetera..."
