C.E.O. to C.O.W. 1 of 5

C.E.O. to C.O.W.  1 of 5

Before we start, this is an RP between me and @bigredyche.
When we start, this is the form I find myself in…

https://www.deviantart.com/martiandawn/art/Precious-Puppy-Girl-Transformania-Pet-Form-565920702

Heck of a place to start, but now that you have a visual, I hope you enjoy this story.

Themes: magic, humiliation, transformation, anthro changes, gender changes, mind control, forced, body part growth, lots of sex, and even some sentimental romance. AND more I am sure I forgot to include.

@bigredyche is on an indefinite hiatus, but I hope she one day returns because she is so much fun to write with.

Chapter 1, Day 1

SALLY

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I smile seeing my puppy girl husband make a shameless mess of herself in the chocolate cake. “I was going to make a succubus of you, show my new assistant what could have been if she wasn’t true to the contract… or a cow, you always make a pretty cow, but I’m glad I went with this. You’re quite adorable.” Animal instincts further engage, causing you to gorge on the cake well beyond what your appetite could possibly desire. You shove your face into it over and over until nothing is left, and your belly is painfully full.  You slowly waddle back towards me, rubbing your frosting covered face on my clean latex skirt. “Oh Joe!” I exclaim, jumping up suddenly. “Just when I was almost able to feel remorse you go and do that. Now you’re going to need a bath, and I’ll need a new skirt.”

It seemed like a dream come true at the time. Marrying up, you could call it.  Sally von Rader was the only child of Anatine von Rader, biochemist, entrepreneur, billionaire owner and CEO of Von Rader biomedical, a AAA rated and very lucrative corporation.  Sally was no spoiled princess, either, even though she had every chance to be.  She was beautiful, clever, and almost supernaturally persuasive; able to convince people to give her what she wanted either by check or fast talk.  However, she studied, she worked, she prepared for the day she would control the company.  She was grounded, and she loved you.  She was happy and funny and kind, as beautiful as a marble statue, but as her father’s health began to deteriorate and she assumed control of the company, that marble turned to granite.  She used to smile.  Now a smile is a sign of danger.  She used to laugh, now she chuckles.  She used to persuade, now she commands.

AND that extends to you, as well.  She may have taken your name in marriage but there’s no doubt that she’s in charge, in every known way, and in some ways kept secret.  Because she is supernatural, able to change people’s minds for them, control their minds, their feelings, even their actions, and with cutting edge medical techniques at her disposal, physical alterations weren’t beyond her, either.  It certainly helped keep the company healthy, and as she turned to ice you weren’t spared.  Any irritation could result in humiliating consequences.  She was snappish, unreasonable.  You’d find yourself wearing dresses or sucking your thumb.  You’d contemplate escape…but then everything would be fine.  She’d be happy and it would make you happy.  It was a tumultuous equilibrium, and it had lasted fifteen years…… and counting….

JOE

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“I was going to make a succubus of you, show my new assistant what could have been if she wasn’t true to the contract, or a cow.  You always make a pretty cow, but I’m glad I went with this.  You’re quite adorable.”

Your words, even with my simple puppy mind, haunt me.

~This?! This is better than a succubus or cow?! My god woman, what happened to my wife?!~

“Bark Bark!” comes out of my conditioned mouth and my ass wags adorably.  Don’t get me wrong, I DO find this fun, at lease I USED to, but it was fun when my wife was warm, playful, and compassionate.  Ever since she took control of her father’s company, she’s been all business, but not in a good way. Everything is secrets and manipulations.  A spoiled little privileged girl who’ll let nothing stand in her way.  Not even her loving husband.  I brought her flowers, a cake and a card for her birthday.  What do I get?  I get turned into a girl who acts like a puppy!

She prances me around like a trophy and a warning to the office.  Did she thank me or apologize? NO! She belittled me by saying I should have known better and not gone through her stuff.  NO!  She believes I DESERVED this!  What kind of paranoid, psycho, power hungry bitch has she become?  I’m fuming, all the while trying to lick the rest of the frosting off my face as my poor distended belly hurts from my delicious feast.  As much as it pains me, I know the only way out of my current situation is to play along.  I sit on my haunches and look up to my gorgeous wife with big pleading eyes trying to look as adorable as possible.  I waggle my torso excitedly making my breasts wobble.  No matter what mood she’s in, she always loves that.

SALLY

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I smile faintly at Joe making his breasts swing.  Part of me wants to go ahead and undo the conditioning, but you don’t reward bad behavior, even with good intentions.  I dip a napkin in some nearby water and kneel down to clean off his mouth. “Oh Joe, you do know how to be adorable,” I say, wetting another corner of the napkin and going to work on my skirt. “but rules are rules.  Important things are in this office and no one enters without me.  A couple of days of crawling on the floor and sleeping in a crate should drive that lesson home.”

I can see the anger flashing in Joe’s eyes, even though there is whimpering in her throat. “Hey, don’t get testy, at least I’m not making you sleep out…” but a polite cough alerts me to the presence of my Succubus Assistant.

“Mrs. Nobody, I thought you would love to know that Miss Zavalas has been picked up. They’re taking her to your…special conference room now.”

A radiant smile crosses my face, which you recognize to be a very bad thing for whoever this Zavalas is. “You always bring me good news Petra, thank you.” She turns to leave and I turn back to you.  “Exciting news Joe!  Business stuff, you wouldn’t understand, but it’s so great!”  You feel a flutter across your mind as I undo most all of the conditioning.  Your language, your impulse control, and your ability to stand and walk all return, but you’re still a woman. “Looks like I’ll be working late tonight, dear.  You go have a nice dinner, watch a little porn, get yourself off in this body and you’ll be a right man again.” I even kiss you on the lips, a rare show of affection. “Don’t wait up.”

JOE

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My ass waggles more, driving the tail plug deeper in my ass as I present myself on my haunches, because you are finally paying attention to me.  I hold my chin up like a pretty puppy so you can clean the cake off my face.  The mix of resentment and rewarding validation mix in confusing swirls in my head while you personally attend to me.  Finally, I’m not being ignored.  You drive home once more I am not to enter your office without permission.  The human me finds this ominous and insulting, while the puppy me finds my obvious disregard for your rules shameful on my part.  I just nod my head in total agreement as I am to do what I am told.  I see your succubus secretary walk in.  That should trigger a red flag in my mind, but I just stare at her body.  Her aura demands it.  My little bitchy pussy warms as I watch her every step, hips swaying, cleavage bouncing, those nipples pretending to hide, but still obvious to anyone with sight.

My heart swells when I see you smile but then I see that glint in your eye.  Even as half dog I recognize trouble when I see it.  Miss Zavalas is in for a very long night.  You finally release me from my bindings but not before overtly insulting me once more by telling me I won’t understand your ‘business stuff’. Most of the dog compulsions leave my mind as I can more clearly think as myself, at least I think that’s how I think.  You have me so fucked up, I don’t know anymore.  As my bindings disappear, I find myself laying on the floor, naked.  It takes me a while to get the blood flowing through my limbs so I can bend my knees and elbows again.  When I sit up, you kiss me and for that moment everything feels right.  I know what I must do.  I’m going to stop by a fancy restaurant on the way home.  You owe me a nice dinner after all this, then I’ll go home and explore my new body with the help of some porn.

The good feelings fade when you break our kiss.  Once again, I feel the inklings of being alone in our relationship.  I stand and I’m reminded that I’m still in the body of a woman.  You turn and go back to your desk.  I reach out for you, but Petra catches my arm. She skillfully turns me towards the door by wrapping her arm around me and leads me out.  She talks gently into my ear.  Her warm breath sends tingling throughout my body.

“Ms Nobody is very busy and she must prepare for her very important meeting.  Let’s let her be and move on our way, shall we.”  Petra’s infernal skin is radiating heat.  Being naked I’m covered in goosebumps and I find myself leaning into her seductive touch.  

“Yes, leaving Ms Nobody alone is a good idea.” I repeat softly almost in a rote monotone reinforcing the demon’s words.  Petra escorts me out of your office and to the edge of hers before letting me go and returning to her desk.  I stand there cold, rubbing the very places where Petra was touching me trying to bring back some warmth to my body.  I begin to shiver.  I look at Petra with pleading eyes, “I can’t go home like this. Do you have something for me to wear?”

Petra smiles and tilts her head pausing to look at me and think over her options. “I think I have just the thing for you.”  Petra goes to the closet and returns with a trench coat.  She holds it open and I quickly put it on then fold my arm trying to get warm.

“Oh, thank you for this. Imagine my embarrassment were I to go home without this on.”  Petra just smiled and returned to her desk looking through papers, or pretending to do so, obviously having enough and flaunting her disinterest so I’ll take the hint to go.

I leave and walk down the wide quiet hallway towards the elevators.  Each step is an odd discovery of my new body with the way my breasts bounce slightly and my hips sway with each step with the obvious absence of my manhood between my legs.  Just walking is quite the experience.

I press the button to call the elevators and wait.  I look outside, but it is now dark.  The windows reflect back like a mirror in the bright hallways.  I see myself, my female self, and those ridiculous side ponytails looking like puffy dog ears.  I reach up, but to my surprise there is no hair tie.  I grab the hair and pull in down trying to straighten it, but it springs back up in place as soon as I let it go.

“Really?! REALLY!!” I sigh in disgust as I hear the *ding* of the approaching elevator.  I roll my eyes and turn to face the opening car when I take a sideways glance in the window again only to see something else.  I’m still sporting a tail!  Thank heavens the car is empty.  I walk in and turn around.  Somehow the tail is poking through the coat itself.  I pull on it, but it won’t budge.  Really annoyed now, I open my coat and reach inside.  I pull and tug and pull some more only to realize a couple new truths.  The tail plug is no longer in my ass.  No, it is MY TAIL!!  I don’t know what other games Sally is playing with me but I am embarrassed, ashamed and …. angry.  

The car stops.  Flushed, I close my trench coat tight in my arms quickly and back into the corner trying to hide my tail.  I lower my head too embarrassed to make eye contact.  Two young executives walk on in their $1000 suits and leather briefcases. “Oh, Hiya cutie!” One calls out.  I turn my head further down and away and add a death grip to my wrapped around trench coat.  I just hold my breath waiting for the seemingly interminable elevator ride to end.  Eventually, the car stopped and all got off.  I made sure I was last then made my way into the great open lobby.  I hold my head up, my stupid looking hair bouncing, and I walk out onto the street.

Once outside the monster skyscraper and onto the street, I just stood there in awe like I’ve never been to the city before.  I pull my trench tight around me as I feel paralyzed, my tail drooping down wrapped around my ass and hip.  I look at every person walking past me.  I stare at their eyes and they… they don’t even really look at me.  They see me, but look through me, like I’m not there or I don’t matter.  Just like how I would perceive myself if I saw a female me on the street, I guess.  They are too busy, too self-absorbed in their own business to really notice me, know that I am naked under here, or even have a dog tail.  They just don’t seem to care.  

I feel my paralysis lift and I start to walk down the street in my bare feet.  As I move along, I find strength and confidence in my anonymity.  No one knows who I am.  How could they?  I actually smile for the first time.  I tour the city a bit before my stomach reminds me it’s well past dinner time.

I button up my coat and place my hands in my pockets and begin to walk stress free.  Even my tail begins to wag at the excitement of being out in the city.  You told me to have dinner and that’s what I’m going to do.  I make my way up to Chef Reginald’s.  I walk past 40 people waiting in line and up to the podium.

“Name?”

I look at the pompous host and simply state “Nobody.  My Name is Nobody.  I know you have an arrangement with Sally and I want her usual table.” His eyes go wide and looks at me skeptically.

“Let me consult with the manager, ma'am.” He leaves for a few minutes then returns. “Yes yes. My apologies Ms Nobody.  I’m so sorry your table is…well…occupied at this very minute…” He scrunches his eyes as if I’m going to explode on him and he’s bracing for the blow.

I just look at him politely waiting for his counter offer. “And…?”

“And, I can seat you right away at the bar, if that is alright with you.”

“That would be fine… Thomas.” I reply politely after finally reading his name tag.

“Excellent follow Sara here.  Would you like me to take your coat?”

A small shock hits me before I recover. “Uh… No thank you Thomas.  I’m good like this.” Sara leads me to the bar and I sit.  She reads me the specials for the day as I try to cozy in as best as one can at the bar. “A nice dinner. Hmmmmm…” I say to myself under my breath.

An hour and a half later, the bartender is opening a second bottle of vintage wine.  I’ve finished most of my prime rib and two lobster tails.  I make sure everything is on the van Rader / Nobody account.  The poor old sap next to me has heard my story and has shared in my winy whine.  He is so sweet.  He listened to all my complaining and gave me only the gentlest of hugs of reassurement and understanding.  

After the second bottle of wine was polished off, good ol’ Fred patted my hands and gave me a pair of earrings. “Please Josie. You need these more than I do, especially at my age. Here let me help you put these on.” Fred gently put the gold hooped earring in my ears. I took Fred’s wrinkly hand and kissed it.

“You are a true gentleman Fred. Thank you.” With that Fred staggered out of the bar.  To my astonishment my buzz started to fade.  After two bottles of wine I felt like my mind was clear.  I sat at the bar and contemplated what should I do next.

Should I go home and masturbate in my lovely new body while watching porn or should I go back to the office and tell you how I feel?  You.  Sally my wife.  I close my eyes and re-live our last kiss and how it made me feel.  My body warms and I realize I am rubbing my breasts through my coat.  

Home and exploration it is.  I walk the 45 minutes home since I have no form of payment on me.  The late night air is refreshing and gives me time to think.  I pause at street corners and enjoy the smell more than normal, tail wagging all the while.  

Once at home I let myself in.  I drop the trench but I am cold, so cold.  I go up to our bedroom and into our master bath suite.  I immediately start soaking in the hot tub and turn on some porn.  The warm water helps me relax as I watch the unceasing carnal acts on the TV.  The jets help lift my breasts to the surface and the bubbles tickle them as they rush towards the surface.

In no time I’m exploring my breasts, my hard nipples, pinching and squeezing them as my thoughts turn to lust.  My legs splay open and I move my crotch over to a nice strong jet.  Kneeling on the seat, my breasts now rest on the edge of the spa.  My hips are thrusting against the invisible force pressing its way into my needy clit.  I begin moaning and yelling as my orgasm washes over me.  I shake and shudder uncontrollably as my body succumbs to the forces of pure pleasure.  I sink back into the water pinching my nipples riding the waves of water and orgasm.  

Eventually I get out and dry off.  I don’t bother turning off the porn I head straight for your spacious closet.  I pick out my favorite leather and lace teddy I bought for you 3 years ago.  It still has the tag on it. I climb into bed and see it is now 3:17 am. “Happy Birthday Sally.” I mumble to myself then pull up the covers, alone in bed, and fall asleep.