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Doggo always hungry…

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This story topic was voted on by the wonderful Avid Readers on my Patreon! For June’s poll the winning story prompt was “Build a sub”

Due to scheduling conflicts and other obligations It has been about three weeks since you and your handler meet up for anything truly intense and intimate besides occasionally getting coffee and obeying his orders over text messages. It was agony of it’s own way, as you missed his voice as he barked out commands, his hands groping your body all while he subjected you to whatever his whim demanded.

When the stars aligned that allowed you to finally go over his place and spent Friday night serving him to make up for lost time. During that night your handler informed you that he had the next day planned for you, as an ‘extreme make up day’ for all the missed sessions and refused to expand more about it for the rest of the night.

After you woke up the next day, you creeped out of bed to prepare your handler breakfast full of pancakes, eggs, bacon and fresh cut fruit, to be served in bed. As you placed the tray on his night stand you circled to the foot of the bed, crawling on hand and knee up towards your handler’s groin. You woke him up with the beginning of a blowjob that continued on as he ate and only finished in your mouth as he swallowed the last bite of his pancakes. Once your handler was full and emptied he decided to tell you more of what he had in store for you. 

It was a new pop up ‘one stop shop’ for sub gear and accessories in the city and because it had been such a long time since he took you anywhere he decided to book you an appointment. 

A new kink store was news to you. You usually had your ear to the same ground as your handler, picking up on the same news beats and gossip as him, and you haven’t even heard anything about this new store, but the way your handler talked about it as if it’s been up and running for a while.

As you were pondering that, your handler stepped out of the bed and went to get dressed. As you wiped the cum and slobber from your own lips, he tossed you his chosen outfit for you onto the bed. Both you and him were dressed in almost normal attire, except for the metal choke dog chain around your neck.

Once both dressed, you followed him out the door as he grabbed his keys. The drive was surprisingly short as your handler took a few turns from main street and pulled into a parking lot behind a recently remodeled building. As you got out of the car your handler took the lead with a confident stride as he led the way to front this new store.

It was built like a trendy store that was painted in pure white, that was almost blinding in the bright sunlight. All the windows were covered with black curtains, which eagle eyed people would notice that the curtains were made of latex. There were no front doors that could be seen, the only thing standing out from the flat wall was a three side movie theater style ticket booth, also painted white as the walls.

Walking up to the booth you saw an incredibly innocent and cheery staff standing inside the booth, she had shoulder length blonde hair, in a uniform of an old time movie usher and she had a genuine and expected smile as she addressed both of you, “Hello! Do you have an appointment?”

Without missing a beat your handler replied, giving his full name and the time. The staff smiled and checked her tablet. After pressing a few buttons on her screen she looked back up and asked, “is this the client?” your handler confirmed.

With that response there was a small and subtle shift as the assistant changed her body orientation towards your handler as she directed her full attention to him, actively cutting you out from the rest of the conversation.

“Have you looked over our store?” the staff asked your handler, he replied with a ‘yes’. “And is this your first time here?” ‘your handler said ‘yes’, “Any questions before we start?” Your handler just shook his head. 

“Very well, follow me..” as the assistant excused herself, exiting her booth from the back door. A moment later a segment of the white door budged, swinging backwards to reveal a darkened entrance. Your handler confidently strode in as you followed behind him.

Going through the opening you walked past the thin white painted exterior and was welcomed to the store’s true self. 

The inside was dark and cool, lightened by a few ceiling lights that were shining on the half dozen areas of the open floor. The interior looked like a stripped big box store with plain tiled floors and no cleaning beyond the crisscrossing metal frames.

Your eyes were drawn to what was right in front of you as the welcoming staff took her spot, and waited a minute, allowing each of you to take in everything within the building. 

Beyond her, stationed right in the middle of the floor was a wooden animal pen. Standing above the actual hay straw that littering the pen’s floor were latex animal people. There were pups, wolves, cats, lions, pigs, ponies, bears and even a latex dragon all laying down, pacing, or crawling within the pen. Next to it was a glass cylinder glass enclosure, with knee high water surrounding the model island where a latex mermaid and merman sat with their shining scales, colorful neon wigs set into their latex masks, and matching colored rubber lips. Half of them were watching you and half had their eyes on the other people scattered on the floor. 

In amazement you looked to your right, there was a theatre light shining on the forward most right corner of vast room, a tiled open shower area with two fully suited up and masked latex staff members standing at attention, each holding a loofah and a pump bottle of soap in each of their black gloved hands.

Continuing counter clockwise was a tailor station with a normally dressed staff member posed and ready to take measurements standing behind a wall sized closet and wall shelve of shiny thin latex shirts, legging, gloves, masks and foot socks.

Beyond that in the far right corner of the floor was a separate station full of latex animal gear, dog hoods, masks, slippers, gloves, and all different leggings and sleeves and tops  of all different colors and shapes.

The left far side was another station, manned by  that had shelves and hangers of harnesses, leashes, collars and additional accessories with a lean back tattooing chair and a kiosk box wiring in the back.

Then at the middle section of the left wall was a standard store checkout area where you saw a  man signing a receipt while holding a lease that was attached to the next of a freshly made pup in a new bitch suit. The sub stayed patiently next to his dom on all four bended back limbs; he was decked out in a matching color pup hood, collar, restraints, and harnesses.

There was a confirmation beep as the cashier handed the dom his paper-handled bags and gestured him to the discrete exit door just beyond that station. Once the man received his credit he glanced down at this new bitch suited sub, gave his collar a quick yank and walked towards the exit. The sub awkwardly tried to navigate his new bended arms and legs to keep up with his owner’s stride. You remembered that the door they walked out of  was to an alleyway between this building and the next with a clear shoot to the back parking lot.

As you just stood there, dumbfounded, the cute ticket woman cleared her throat and said, “Welcome to Build A Pet! Please follow the arrows on the ground as you make your way around the store and enjoy!” Still blown away from everything in the interior and the fact that this got built and staffed, in your city, right under your nose. You felt a hand grab your chain necklace and with a yank you heard your handler say, “C’mon, we got to get you fully prepared before you can be dressed.” As he leads you to the right, toward the first station.

As you approached, you came to a mental sign stand, inside the frame you saw a poster that simply read, “ALL PARTICIPANTS MUST STRIP AND SHOWER BEFORE CONTINUING WITH THE BUILD A PET™ EXPERIENCE”. Your handler broke away from you as one of the latex clad staff members approached you, pointing to your clothes and then to a paper bag off to the side.

Standing rigid you gazed around and quietly took into account all of the staff members that were populating the floor. Then you awkwardly turned to your handler who met you with his cold stare and only raised an eyebrow at you in an expected manner as his only response to your hesitation. With that answer you closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you slipped out of your sneakers, socks, shirt and jeans. Revealing the bright pink frilly panties that your handler assigned for you to wear for today. As you took them off, becoming completely naked, you heard a choir of growls and animal catcalls from the pen in the middle of the floor.

You quickly handed your clothes to the staff who started folding and gently placed them into a paper bag. You hurried to the titled area as the other latex staff turned on the shower head and beckoned you forward, walking into the stream of water the first staff walked over to join as both started to grab a off white loofah while pumping foaming soap into it. 

Before you could figure out what was happening, the two latex drones joined you in the open shower as both grabbed an arm and began scrubbing away with professional dedication from head to toe. As you were being cleaned you caught a whiff of the soap, it was the mild fragrant industrial soap that was mass produced for hospitals or low end hotels.

Anytime that you moved your arms to help with the process your hands were wordless batted away and yanked back into place. The latex helped continue in silent work, scrubbing every square inch of your body from your head, your chest, deep in between your ass, taint and cock down your legs and in between your toes. When the water was turned off your skin had an extra shade of pink to it, from the intense scrubbing. Your handler nodded with approval as you were handed a beige towel to dry off as you were directed to the next station.

Once dried off, one of the latex workers approached you again with a big bottle of clear lube and in a counteractive manner started wetting and rubbing your entire body with the lube and a hand towel. Soon you were standing naked with clean and glistening skin. Only then you were finally free to move on to the next section.

The staff at the measuring section hardly said anything. He barked at you the stand up on his podium went to work, diligently taking your body measurements. After that he disembarked, hurriedly walking up and down the shelves of his area, grabbing one of each type of clothing before he abruptly tossed them at your feet and informed you to ‘get dressed’. With a bit of difficulty you were able to separate the pieces from each other and slowly slid into the thin latex clothes. 

At the next station a female assistant greeted you in that experienced staff retail joy as she welcomed your handler and extended a cheery yet almost condescending welcome to you, complimenting you on your shiny new base outfit before going into a practiced speech.

“Welcome to my station, here is where the true magic happens! Where you,” as she gives a two finger point to your handler, “decides what animal you want to take home today! We have our classic dog…” At that the pup in the pen behind you barked with excitement. “Cat,” a loud mew that tried to rival the dog answered, “bear,” a deep roar radiated and echoed around the floor. She went on listing off each animal as the corresponding animal let out a response in practice and recited pace. At the end of the list she turned to your handler and asked which one he would want. You could practically hear the animals leaning in and practically hold their breath. 

There was a moment of silence before your handler calmly stated, “Pig.” At that your heart sank as you heard a victorious squeal from the hog in the pen.

“Perfect choice!” the staff said in that same voice, that suggested that it was what her response and inflection would be regardless of the selection he made. She directed him to the swine selection of her station and started asking your handler for the specific colors and details he wanted his pet to be, leaving you alone where you stood. After a few back and forths the staff picked out the corresponding accessories and gear as she finally turned to you and handed you the selections. You were given a pile of muted pink rubber that looked like they were made and treated with the same materials to make utility workers’ pants for when you have to work in the sewers. You were directed to a bench to put on the gear.

Reluctantly you began to put on the heavy and muted pink outfit on, covering up the nice and shiny black latex with thick padded rubber. You slid into the pants and then the top with its own padded gut that made you look like you packed on an additional fifty pounds. Following that came the matching realistic rubber pig mask before applying the piggy slippers, and then attaching the pig trotter gloves to your hands. Once it was all done you rocked yourself forward and began to stand up.

You had to adjust your stance with the additional bulk to your frame, and iIt took a moment to waddle to your handler as he looked on with a smirk as he held his hand out, pointer finger down and twirled it around. Follow that command you compiled as you spinning around in slightly clumsily manner as you heard the staff cooing response, followed by the pen of the animals letting out roars of approval with the pig behind the loudest with his own grunts and squealing. Your face was flushed red with embarrassment at the groups’ response to your little piggy pirouette.

Once everything was squared away and your handler approved of it all, he was politely directed to the accessory section. As you walked behind your handler you heard the continued squeals of the pig in the pen as he followed you from his side of the fence. The piggish jeers caused you to blush in both flattery and embarrassment, since now he was the only one paying any attention to you as all the other animal subs went back to their own activities.

At the penultimate station you were greeting to all the leashes and collars as your handler was greeted by an assistant who stated that his section is all about, “Personalizing and dressing up your pig, however you like.” He went on to list the various harnesses, bracelets, collars and metal tags that can be customized with anything at their own engraving kiosk. Then added that with the pig option it also comes with an exclusive customization as well, with nose rings on the mask, ear tags, and tattooing.

Your handler perked up and immediately opted in for all of them, as the assistant asked your handler to bring his pig to the padded black chair he was going to go out back to fetch the tattoo artist.

Moments later the staff came out with another staff member with arms heavily tattooed from fingers to shoulder, wheeling out a metal shelf trolley that held bottles of inks and a tattoo gun attached to an external heavy duty battery. As you laid out on the black tattooing chair, the tattoo artist introduced himself to your handler and ran down the list of potential markings and designs that would work best with his particular pet.

Your handler decided to go with the classic, ‘SOME PIG’ tattooed right on your new paunchy gut. The tattoo artist nodded and set to unpack out his inks and start up his tattooing gun. Your handler was directed to browse the rest of the shelves of accessories, leaving you alone with the artist. 

The artist said nothing to you as started his work. You crane your neck the best you could over the heavily layered torso on the chair as you witness him quietly begin the process of tattooing your belly. It was a surreal experience watching the tattoo artist work on your body, adding the permanent ink to your muted pink stomach. You could feel the pressure of his hands on your torso and hear the hum of the needle gun as it kept stabbing away. 

The entire experience was so real that you needed to constantly remind yourself that the tattoo was not actually applied to you, but onto the pig suit. Once it was all done the tattoo artist gave your porky belly a gentle slap as he turned to holler at your handler to state that his work was done. 

Your handler returned with a basket full of accessories. As soon as you stood up your handler went to work attaching another layer of gear onto you. He attached a bright pink collar on your neck that he attached to a leash of the same color, from there he went down your body and applied a harness, wrist and ankle cuffs, and then before slowly helped you into an equally bright ping speedo, with a yellow locked symbol on the groin. As this was happening all the staff commented on how the bright pink gear worked great on the muted pink outfit.

With the last piece being applied creating the entire outfit, your handler wordlessly pulled the leash as he brought you to the checkout center. You tried your best to keep your eyes forward fixed right on your handler without trying to catch the glimpse of what, if any, animals in the pen were still looking at you.

As your handler walked up to the cashier he started the casual conversation of confirming all of the gear and services that his pet went through in this appointment. As she was ringing up the expenses she asked about insurance plans on the gear, as well as the company’s own polish and upkeep products. She mentioned that all these purchases included a free month of obedience classes by the store’s best trainers to instill the lessons and tricks that his pet would learn with the other subs in the program. Your handler mewed about that prospect and took one of the pamphlets about the classes, folded it and placed it in his pant’s pocket.

Once your handler confirmed everything he was given the total cost, that hefty price that caused your handler to whistle out in mocked astonishment as he comically reached into one of the paper bags and withdrew your wallet. In one swift motion he unfolded the wallet, pulled out your credit card, and handed it over the cashier. Without any question or concerns the cashier accepted it and swiped it.

You stood there, dumbfounded and blindsided by how much you were going to be charged for this experience, a bright light was casted into the room. Looking to your left you saw the initial welcoming staff opening the hidden door to welcome a new couple. The smaller and meeker one was looking around with the amazement you had before he finally laid eyes on you, and that was when his mouth dropped open. 

A loud beep from the cashier informed you that the charges successfully went through and she wished your handler a fantastic day as she dropped the receipt into one of the paper bags and she then gestured to him and to a lesser extent, you, to the discrete exit door.  Your handler thanked her with a wink and yanked your leash as he walked towards the door. 

Taking your first step was nothing short of blinding as your eyes were forced to adjust to the harsh midday sunlight shining down directly on you. You instinctively shielded your eyes with your padded arm as it took a minute for your blinking eyes to adjust to the drastic shift in the environment. Even within that first step you felt the sun bearing down on you, as the it’s penetrating ray went straight through all the layers and warmed up your skin to the point you could practically feel the initial beads of sweat forming on your skin.

You began to turn towards the parking lot just before you felt the stern pull of the collar, followed by a condescending, ‘nuh-uh-uh’. You turned back to your handler who was giving you a wry smile as he was wagging his finger at you

“Oh piggy, that was such a process for me that I need a mega pick me up at the coffee shop on main street.” and before you could reply he flashed your credit card and simply said, “Your treat.”

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haro-whumps:

This is a crossover fanfic between my boy Galo and @whumping-every-day ’s character Mutt (and Trev, sort of)

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Galo wasn’t entirely sure of the series of events that had led him here. Auntie Maggie’s step-son from her first marriage had a friend who had a slave and the friend and his sister had gotten pulled away on an emergency and needed someone to watch after the slave while they were gone, and their usual dog sitter wasn’t “emotionally suitable.”

Galo’s cousin (was that the right word? They only barely counted as relatives) had moved away but had given the friend, Trev, Galo’s phone number and, admittedly, he was only a few hours’ drive away. Nyla could take care of them all for an evening, but the other guy, “Mutt,” was not so stable as all that, and Galo liked long car rides.

He liked having someone to commiserate with, too, for all that Trev and he seemed to operate on fundamentally different wavelengths. Someone who got the “holy shit walking on eggshells” thing. Also the “ah, I have a surprisingly evil dead relative” thing. Being that Trev was from across state lines, and that his state apparently had different safety constraints and standards of living for slaves, Trev had it worse than Galo. Sorry for that guy.

Well sorry for Mutt first and foremost. Absolutely sorry for Mutt FIRST and foremost.

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AAAAAASGSGSSGSHJSJSSKSKHHHHHH! TWO OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM TWO OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS!! ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I LOVE THE INTRO AND THE PUPPERS AND THE WAY GALO HANDLED MUTT AND CALLED HIM KITTEN AND LET THE PUPPERS ON THE COUCH!!!

So

Much

LOVE

BTW I didnt think Galo was creepy. Just as you said in the tags, he was meeting Mutt part way. He gave Mutt what he needed in the moment to feel safe.