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"Obedience training?" Mark asked, taking a bite out of the sandwich as their local diner, his boyfriend Thomas leaned in with his ears lowered and giving his big puppy dog eyes.

"I thought it'd be cute and funny," he said, the Malamute giving his most heart warming whine he could.

The human sighed and chuckled as his boyfriend put his hand on top of his own, and with a sigh Mark glanced at the paper again. "Once, but just because you gave me the whine. You know I can't resist the whine..."

Thomas perked up and grinned happily as he snatched up the other half of Mark's sandwich and took a hearty bite out of it. "Knew it'd work," he chuckled, and stuck his tongue out as Mark glowered at him over his stolen sandwich. "Anyways it's only one session anyways," he chuckled, watching as the human ordered another sandwich.

"Only one session for obedience training?" Mark asked, taking a sip of his drink. "That doesn't sound like a very successful course..." he muttered, Thomas smiled brightly as he finished off his half of the sandwich.

Scratching his head the malamute smiled as he licked his boyfriend on his cheek. "Don't worry about it. I've heard it has a one hundred percent turn out rate," he said, giggling as Mark wiped away some of his dog slobber. "Also..." Thomas said, leaning in before quietly whispering to the human. "I thought this might turn up the pup play," he giggled, watching as Mark's face light up red.

"Don't talk about that here!" the human hissed, burning bright as he took a quick drink of his water as the waitress set down another sandwich. For a few moments they were quiet as Mark ate the sandwich, and then he finally spoke softly. "Better pup play?" he asked, Thomas giggled madly as Mark thought it over.

***

Walking ino the small house, Mark was a bit embarrassed as he saw not only dogs, but other humans and two otters in there. His own boyfriend followed him in, and it appeared that all of the people in the room appeared to have their significant other sitting behind them. "Take a seat," the teacher said, he looked to be a large rottweiler with a rather tight pair of pants.

Choosing the closest chair, Mark felt his face flush as he took a seat with Thomas sitting behind him with a satisfied smile. "You're gonna do fine," Thomas whispered into his boyfriend's ear, smiling to himself as he sat behind the human.

"You are all here for obedience training," the rottweiler started, pacing back and forth already as if he were a drill sergeant. "I am here to turn you all out of here as good obedient dogs to your respective masters," he explained, Mark watched as some of the others sitting down tittered with embarrassment. One of the otters actually stood up, and started for the door before the dog stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"This... this is a mistake, I let my boyfriend drag me here, and..." the otter started, avoiding eye contact with the rottweiler.

"Sit your ass down. You are being trained to be a good, and respectful dog," the rottweiler said, and the otter tried to look tough for a moment before backing down and sitting with a mortified expression. "Now all of you will find a collar under your chair, as obediant dogs you will be expected to wear this collar at all times. Now please put it on," the trainer said, and Mark pulled one out with a horrified expression.

Turning in his seat to face Thomas, Mark flaunted it with anger. "I am not going to wear this. I'm going to look like an idiot!" he hissed, but Thomas just mimed putting it on. Mark shook his head, and folded his arms as all of the other men in the room snapped them on.

The trainer didn't take this sign of disobedience well as he stomped over,a nd stopped right in front of Mark. "Put that collar on, now," he growled, the rottweiler's voice trembled with authority.

"No," Mark said, not willing to be pushed around like the otter before him.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I think you mistook something about this class. What I say isn't a question, it's a command, and if you don't put that collar on now... I'll have to put it on you myself," the dog said, his voice starting to quiet into a simmering anger.

"Hm... I don't think so. I'm leaving," Mark said, starting to stand but as he stood there was a flash of motion as the headlines of today's newspaper swung at him and bashed him right in the face startling him enough to freeze as the instructor snatched the collar from his grasp and snapped it around his neck. "What the...?" the human moaned, and he found himself face to face with the newspaper holding instructor.

"You are a very bad boy, now take your seat," the instructor said, and Mark was shocked as he found himself unable to disobey the direct order, like a dog with his tail between his legs he sat down and looked at his feet. "Now that all of you dogs have your collars on... I want you all to meet your masters," he said, and with a gesture all of the significant others stood and walked around to stand in front of the collared men.

Mark looked up, and blushed as Thomas smiled down at him. "I'm your master now, Mark," Thomas said, smiling as Mark blushed.

"No..." he muttered, but shivered as he felt his pants grow a bit tighter from his arousal. To be treated like a dog... it turned him on like a light switch. Being treated like this was turning him on, but more than that he felt... in his place.

"Masters, I believe that your pets should not be sitting on furniture. Command them all to sit on the floor like the dogs they are," the trainer commanded, and Mark was shocked that they were going to really do this.

Knowing he would never do such a thing, Mark was confident as Thomas looked at him. "Mark, get off the furniture and sit on the ground like the dog you are," he said, and as soon as the command was said Mark knocked the chair back and sat in a rather awkward position as he sat like a dog. "Good boy," Thomas said, and if he had a tail Mark would've been wagging it like a good dog.

Mark was perplexed now, he had just been denying that he would've done such a degrading act but now... he felt so good just sitting there. Though the position was less than comfortable... "Now that all of your dogs are sitting there, throw the balls I have given to you, and command them to fetch it," the trainer said, and Mark watched as his boyfriend drew a ball from inside of his jacket.

Now this he would never do, a ball was not on his list of exciting things to play with... He watched as Thomas tossed the ball, and he just smiled confidently as he didn't fetch it. "Fetch the ball boy," all of the trainers said, and like a gunshot all of the collar wearing boys ran on all fours to get the balls. Mark felt a rush of excitement as he attempted to leap over the couch and snag the ball, but he and one of the otters collided heads on the way over the couch. They were dazed before they shook their heads and got their respective balls, and Mark didn't think his mouth could stretch wide enough but he found himself walking back with ball in mouth and dropped it at Thomas's feet.

"Oh my god..." Mark said, blushing ferociously as Thomas picked it up and wiped off his spit. "What am I doing?"

"Now any dog deserves a nice scratch, give your dogs a scratch behind the ears to say 'good boy'," the trainer said, and Mark rolled his eyes. This would never... oh dear god... the scratching felt soooo good. His leg started thumping up and down as Thomas scratched that gorgeous sweet spot behind his ear. The stamping was loud as all of the collared men did it, and afterwards they panted a bit. "Now before I move on," the trainer said, smiling as all of the dogs... people panted happily. "Some of you only signed up for the collars. I'm sure you can train your dogs from here on. You may head out," he said, and three of the dogs walked out with their partners while one of the otters and two of the humans also left.

The trainer looked at all of the people still there, and with a smile he noted that they were all wearing clothing"Now I noticed all of these dogs are wearing people clothes. Should they be wearing people clothing masters?"

"No," Thomas said, watching as Mark flushed heavily. Would he have to strip in front of the other men?!

"That's right, now for all of you still here I've set up some special suits for you to wear from now on. Go in the back and find the packages with your names on them, and you will dress in a nice orderly fashion. Mark, you go first," the trainer said, reading the human's name off of the clipboard.

Mark shook his head though, but that wasn't going to work as the trainer nodded at Thomas. "Mark, come with me and get your clothing," the dog said, and like a whip hit his backside the human found himself rushing into the backroom where there were boxes set up on the floor within his reach. Finding the box with his name on it Mark rushed back into the front room, and dropped it at Thomas's feet with a glare. "Get dressed now," Thomas said, and Mark sighed as he picked up the box and went into the bathroom.

Outside he heard others' names being called out, and finally he stood up with a wince with box in hands. "What is this?" he asked, and opening up the box blinked as he saw some odd rubbery material inside. Touching it he winced as it let off a small jolt of static, and then pulled it all out. It looked to be a body suit, and it squeaked whenever he moved it. "Oh dear god..." Mark moaned, but the order from his master... Thomas still stood so he quickly pulled off his shoes, socks, and clothing before slipping on the body suit. It seemed normal enough, but there seemed to be a big hole in the back jsut above his ass. "Weird..." he muttered, and walked out of the bathroom with the suit on. The suit made his cock bulge out a bit, and according to some instructions in the box he wasn't allowed to wear socks, shoes, or much to his embarrassment underwear.

"Good boy, now back on all fours," Thomas said, and Mark was back down like a dog as one of the others walked in behind him. The suit felt surprisingly good as Mark moved back into the living room with Thomas, and every movement though squeaky felt... arousing?

"That's a good looking dog," the trainer said, smiling down at Mark who was shocked to find himself very happy at the complement.

"Thank you," Thomas said, he then picked up the seat Mark had knocked down and took a seat. "Sit down, Mark," he said, and the human blushed as he found himself sitting next to his boyfriend. Being commanded so much like a dog... it was making him hornier as they went, and Thomas seemed to notice as his own pants were tight.

The others started to come in one after another, each with a different colored bodysuit. Mark's own was primarily black, with grey and white stripes on it. The others differed from his own in patterns, and colors. One of them even looked like they had dalmatian spots on him, and Mark even noticed that some of the other men seemed to be as aroused as he was in their tight suits. To be honest by this point Mark was starting to feel a bit fuzzy headed... like he wasn't in control of himself anymore. His eyes had started to take on a bit of a green hue, though he didn't notice nor did any of the other dogs.

"Now all of you dogs need to eat like proper dogs. In the back room there are dog dishes set up with kibble, and water. You are going to go eat out of your bowls, and when you're finished you will bring them back to your masters," the trainer said, and Mark spat in shock.

Thomas smiled down at Mark, and the human shook his head violently. He wasn't going to eat dogfood... he was into pup play, but this was inhuman! "Do as he says, Mark," Thomas said, and the world blurred as Mark felt a goofy smile slide across his face and he ran off to find his dish. At first he had been completely aware of his commands, but now everything seemed to be blurring a bit into a happy rush when he was commanded by his master.

Taking a bite out of the kibble, Mark knew he shouldn't like it... and at first he didn't. The taste of the dry dog kibble was terrible, but as he lapped from the water and ate more and more of the kibble he started to enjoy it. He didn't notice fur starting to peak out from the edges of his collar, and some forming on his wrists and ankles as well. The human chowed down on his bowl of kibble along with the other dogs, and they were starting to change too. The dog anthros weren't changing, but the other humans and the otter were starting to change. The humans with new fur, and the otter with his body becoming more doglike and the color of his straight brown fur starting to dilute with the white like the dalmatian printed bodysuit he wore.

Mark panted as he sat next to Thomas once more, the dog anthro smiling as he held his boyfriend's bowl in paw. Mark blinked a few times and shook his head as he realized what he'd eaten, his mouth full of the nasty taste of dog kibble. Though... now on second thought it didn't taste quite as bad as he originally thought... The other dogs... people... followed after him. "You're becoming a very good boy, Mark," the trainer said, smiling down at Mark.

The human didn't notice that a puff of fur was starting to escape from the hole in his bodysuit, the newly forming tail starting to wag already as he was given good praise for his behavior. The suit had been special made to make whoever wore it turn into an anthro dog, and in this case it was doing its job well along with the collar's special hypnotic properties. Combined the collared men were falling deep into the mindset of a pet dog, but a bit more kinky than just that as they were all panting not just from tiredness but growing arousal.

Somewhere inside Mark knew something was wrong as he felt his body starting to change, his hands growing fur and pawpads along with his feet. He even watched as his new muzzle grew out, his nose becoming leathery and black as the smells of other dogs entered his nose. Even so he couldn't care as Thomas scratched behind his ear making his foot thump on the floor as the trainer smiled, the otter had already become a dalmation as he didn't have a lot of transforming to do, the new dalmatian panting as he sat beside his boyfriend. The other humans were in the process of changing as well, and they all had tightly concealed boners. "You're all becoming such good dogs..."

Mark's eyes now pulsed with a green light, his mind practically gone as he only wanted to listen to his master boyfriend's commands. He could still have conversations as he was still intelligent, but now he was a dog... a pet to his master. He watched as the trainer handed out small booties that looked like regular dog paws rather than the anthro ones, and Mark lifted his paws for his master to slide them onto his paws making him look like he had latex dog paws. He panted along with the other dogs as the trainer clapped his hands, and smiling he gestured to all of them. "Congratulations, starting today you are all good dogs. Your masters can do with you what they will, have fun," he chuckled, his own pants extremely tight as he let them out.

"Mark, starting today you will be my fantastic pet boyfriend. We're going to be having a lot of sex with you in that sexy skintight outfit, and being a husky... oooh you're sexy," Thomas chuckled, rubbing his tight bulge as his boyfriend happily painted happy to do anything for his master.

***

Waking up Mark barked in shock and surprise, looking at his new hands in shock. The previous day was a bit of a blur after putting on the collar, he tried to sit up but moaned as he realized his boyfriend's bone was still stuck in deep. "Good morning," Thomas chuckled, sitting up making Mark moan in pleasure.

"T... Thomas, what's going on?" he asked, noticing a skinsuit on the floor next to him he gulped as some of the previous day came back to him. "Thomas, was I under some sort of trance?"

Thomas just chuckled as he scratched behind Mark's ear making the husky whien in pleasure as he moved into the scratch. "Don't worry, you'll be a good boy now," he said, and Mark's eyes glowed green once more as his collar turned on. "Now let's have some more sex," he said, and Mark nodded happily as they got into the position once more for Thomas to ram deep into his boyfriend.