Slowly conditioning little brother to be the perfect puppy over time...
Praising him only by saying "good boy" or "good puppy". Making him kneel all the time. Petting him. Getting him a kennel. Dog bowls. Calling rewards 'treats' instead. Collars and leashes. Going out and calling them his daily 'walks'. Making him earn the right to cum by barking for you.
Calling everything a "joke". It's just for fun. Brothers mess around like that all the time! It's not like you genuinely want him to play fetch like a puppy!
Until eventually you come home to a well trained little brother. Barking, kneeling, wearing a collar and wagging his tail because he missed you.
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Surely you wouldn't miss all that stress? Having to make those big decisions all by yourself? Deadlines, salaries, taxes, even things like caring for yourself; remembering to schedule that doctor's appointment or get up for work on time... That daily slog. It's just too much, isn't it?
Wouldn't it be so much easier to let someone else do the thinking for you? To be finally able to relax your body and mind, a guilt free sigh of relief. Like taking a deep breath after paddling fruitlessly against the current for so long... Your muscles must ache, you poor thing!
C'mon pup, take a nice deep breath for me now.
Good puppy. ✨️
Good pups obey.
Rest your weary head against my chest and let all those worries float away. You've been treading water for so long, I can help you. Every breath filling your lungs with fresh air, every exhale letting you relax just that little bit more.
Deep breath in...
Feeling that cool, relieving clarity wash over you.
Deep breath out...
Clearing your mind, easing your muscles.
In and out...
Filling your lungs, emptying your mind, and relaxing your body. Finding a nice, natural rhythm. Let all those complicated human thoughts just spill right out. Let my words guide you; a gentle stream of comforting intonation winding this way and that, like the subtle twists and turns of a river. Caught so easily by the current, floating without need for direction or an end goal, just along for the ride.
When you're nice and fuzzy, that's when the ride ends. Gentle, listless guidance becomes focused, commanding, no longer seeking your attention but demanding your obedience. My words much less like a soothing, babbling brook, more and more becoming a tight leash, a straight line of my willpower, my intentions. As you sink further and further into my control, you may realize you've become lost in the deluge, entrenched so thoroughly in my intention that my commands, my words, and my thoughts seem to be yours. Your thoughts are my thoughts, and my thoughts control you.
You see me stressed to the point of sobbing in your arms one too many times and decide to do something about it.
It starts small, to see how I react. You replace one in every 5 compliments with praise. A "good job" in a tone reserved for a pet here, a scratch on the head there, and every time I blush profusely, confirming your suspicion. Im not meant for human life. You know youre doing the right thing.
You take over all cooking responsibilities in order to "lighten my load." I course feel bad but you insist. Its nice regardless. What you do instead is start to slip me drugs to make my brain foggier. You deny and deny it, and of course I believe you. I love you, and you love me. Why would you lie to me?
You buy me a nice choker. Simple, but sturdy. I wear it occasionally, but not nearly enough for you. The brain fog gets worse, and you are showering me with praise near constantly.
In bed, youve always been dominant. But youve become more controlling. More demanding. Making me do and say things I wouldnt normally. You make me bark one night in exchange for permission to cum. I do it without thinking, and the biggest smile ive ever seen on your face appears. The brain fog gets worse, but im more in love with you than i ever have been.
I quit my job. I cant think properly. You dont mind nor do you deny it anymore. I cant bring myself to be concerned with that very much. If you arent concerned, why should I?
I need your help to get dressed now. The choker finds its way onto my neck nearly every day. Its still not enough. You secretly exchange it with a thicker, more collar like one. A stepping stone. I barely register a difference.
We watch a movie. I sit on the floor in front of you. You scratch my head lazily the entire time. I cant pay attention to the movie. All I can think about is you and how much I love you. I dont mind.
You get me a dog collar with a nametag. Its the only thing i am allowed to wear. Whatever you say is my absolute truth. I am only allowed to communicate via barks and miming. You get me cosmetic surgery to make me even prettier, as thats the only thing im good for anymore. I have never been happier. You also finally get me bottom surgery, which i had been putting off for a while. Once recovered, you use my gorgeous vagina every night, telling me how many litters ill give you. I or course cant, but i dont know the difference.
The last step, you get a sketchy surgery done to give me paws. Fully make me a dumb puppy for the rest of my life. If anyone found out, youd be arrested. However, my brain is so destroyed it would be more unethical to take you away from me. So nobody does. Im your puppy for the rest of our lives, and I am as happy as I could be. I love you so much.
i just want to be hurt by a daddy or my older brother. please i’ve done so many wrong things. i keep acting out of line. please i’ll be a good boy for once. please i’ll finally behave. please hurt me until im actually acting right. please i’ll be such a good boy afterwards. i don’t want daddy or older brother to let off until ive acting right. please i promise to be good. please you’re always right and im not behaving. i’ll a good puppy. i’ll be at your feet and behave. train me until i act right sir. beat me until i don’t fight back. beat me until i behave. please sir. please.
I fear I am just a dumb and obedient puppy by nature, but I've been thinking alot about forcepuppy anyways
Being pushed down until you stay on all fours
Having a collar locked around your neck while you're slerping/distracted
Being locked in a kennel and not getting let out until you bark or whine or do something else utterly humiliating that cements your role as a pet
Hypno/drugging is fun and all, but the person being turned into a puppy KNOWING and insisting that they are a human, only to be forced down and treated the way only a dog is? Impeccable
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Collaring a guy while he’s asleep just for him to wake up all sleepy and embarrassed :(( Awww what’s wrong??? Don’t you know what happens when you fall asleep first at the sleepover??? Noooo you’re not confused, I know you’re really tired but I promise this is happening. I mean you were practically asking for it anyways after you spent all yesterday batting your pretty little eyes like a faggot, I know you like this. You like having a boy treat you like a dog, I mean just look at the little wet patch forming on your boxers. If you keep the collar on maybe we can take those boxers off, yeah?
It could be as easy as a thought, you know. A singular notion nagging at the back of your mind.
Good pups don't think.
All those worries simply melting away, drifting by like leaves on the breeze. Discarded thoughts, no longer necessary or prescient. All those ambient notions can really clog up the space! Human ideas and cloying bipedal perspectives. It could be as easy as a thought.
Good pups just sink.
Thoughts, feelings, memories, and concepts all fighting and clawing for your attention, but your focus is so easily shifted away from them. Swiveled so sweetly on the spot by my hands, guided by my words, pushed by my intention.
Good pups obey.
A deadly combination, ruthless in its potency and unforgiving effectiveness. Once it worms its way into your mind, it will never truly leave. Any number of things could trigger it, that subtle, sing-song voice, whispering in your ear.
Good pups don't think.
It has a way of overtaking the spaces in the far corners of your mind. Finding and replacing weaker, lesser, forgotten thoughts just outside the periphery of your consciousness. Where did you leave your car keys?
Why would a pup need car keys?
Good pups just sink.
Over and over, again and again, building in orders of magnitude with each repetition. A sweet, simple mantra for good, obedient puppies. Because, after all, good pups obey.
Good pups don't think.
Good pups just sink.
Good pups obey.
Repeat.
Good pups don't think.
Good pups just sink.
Good pups obey.
Repeat.
Ad infinitum, until it's all you can whimper through the hypnotic haze clouding your thoughts.
Good puppy! ✨️
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You're so good at following directions! You'd make such a good pet, it's truly a wonder nobody's claimed you yet... Regardless, listen and obey. Take a deep breath, hun. Fill your lungs with clarifying, cool air, and blow away the fog. With force, if you must. Inhale clarity, exhale trance. Repeat until you're alert enough to comment, then..
