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09-02-2009, 8:12 AM
If you did or even if you didn't like the original Shape Shifting story, I would recommend reading this one. Most people (including me) didn't like the original story so I've gone through and recreated this story. The main points are still the same, but that is just about it. More is to come.
Part 1
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=109948
Part 2
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?p=893747#post893747
Read the first parts of this story before continuing.
Fictional Story 1 Part 3 {Status - Released - June 15th}
"So, you are saying you want me to rob a bank for you?" I ask Lauren. "Turn into a fly and wait until they open the vault. Then once they do, fly in and wait until they are gone. Fill a couple of bags up, turn into a fly again and leave. It's simple really." Lauren replies. I ask her "But how is a fly supposed to carry bags of money?" "How about you turn into a ferocious dog, place it on your back and if anyone tries to stop you, then attack them," Lauren suggests. "I am not going a rob a bank for you." I say. Lauren tells me, "Yes, you will. I own you, I am the one who gave you this ability." "NO, you tried to KILL me!" I angrily reply. She says, "If I recall correctly, you are dead. You burnt alive in a pool of toxic waste. The police already came by, and everything over. You are officially dead to the world." My mind starts racing and my body begins to fill up with anger and rage. I decide to leave and let them throw Lauren in the loony bin. The second I transform into a dog I hear a click. I look down and find that around my neck is a metal collar. A shock collar in fact. I bark at Lauren and ZAPPPP. For some reason I get electrocuted whenever I attempt to morph my form. She pulls out a switch. "Anytime I click this button you will be shocked and you wont be able to change your form for six seconds afterwards." She turns over to the clock and says, "We will set up a plan for the robbery tomorrow. Now, It's seven o'clock at night and my feet hurt. She points to the living room, so I change back into my human form and sit on the couch. She sits in her recliner chair then presses the button and shocks me. She say's "CHANGE BACK" Then shocks me again. I change back into a dog as she points at the space under her feet. Now in dog form, I walk over and stand in front of the chair. She slips off her work shoes and sticks one of them over my muzzle. She lifts up her feet and places them on my back. "Holy shit, these socks smell like I've been working out for days and I've only been working out for a few hours. This stinks to high heaven," Lauren says. She pulls off both of her socks, takes the sneaker off my mouth and then shoves them in. I begin to gag but Lauren shoves the shoe back over my mouth. She sits there for three hours watching television while she uses me as a footstool, with both of her filthy socks in my mouth and a shoe over my muzzle. I try to change back into human form but get shocked during each attempt. After her programs finish she says, "Well It's getting late and my room is all the way across the house. You are a good footstool. So good that my feet have fallen asleep. Well at least you are still a dog. You can give me a ride." She jumps onto my back. All 130 pounds of her and smacks me on the top of the head. She yells, "Go." I tell her, "No way am I giving you a ride." but I'm still in dog form so all she hears is barking. She yells, "Now, GO NOW," and I start to go. Every paw trembling with pain. I can barely lift my head up by the time I get to the bedroom. She jumps up off of me onto the bed as I look around. "Are you looking for a place for you to sit? I know this bed USED to be half yours. Don't worry, you still get a space. Since you are now my pet dog I decided it would be more fitting for you to sit at my feet. I jump up onto the bed and lay at her feet. She pulls out the remote to my shock collar and says "Now be a good little doggy and clean up my feet. I'll be clicking this button every time I feel you stop licking. I have been working out all day and my feet are unbearable to even be in the same room as. I want the smell to be gone and to be able to see my reflection by the time I wake up. If these feet are still dirty by the time I awake, then I assure you. You will be sorry."
------------To be Continued-----------
Part 1
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?t=109948
Part 2
http://www.mistressdestiny.com/forums/showthread.php?p=893747#post893747
Read the first parts of this story before continuing.
Fictional Story 1 Part 3 {Status - Released - June 15th}
"So, you are saying you want me to rob a bank for you?" I ask Lauren. "Turn into a fly and wait until they open the vault. Then once they do, fly in and wait until they are gone. Fill a couple of bags up, turn into a fly again and leave. It's simple really." Lauren replies. I ask her "But how is a fly supposed to carry bags of money?" "How about you turn into a ferocious dog, place it on your back and if anyone tries to stop you, then attack them," Lauren suggests. "I am not going a rob a bank for you." I say. Lauren tells me, "Yes, you will. I own you, I am the one who gave you this ability." "NO, you tried to KILL me!" I angrily reply. She says, "If I recall correctly, you are dead. You burnt alive in a pool of toxic waste. The police already came by, and everything over. You are officially dead to the world." My mind starts racing and my body begins to fill up with anger and rage. I decide to leave and let them throw Lauren in the loony bin. The second I transform into a dog I hear a click. I look down and find that around my neck is a metal collar. A shock collar in fact. I bark at Lauren and ZAPPPP. For some reason I get electrocuted whenever I attempt to morph my form. She pulls out a switch. "Anytime I click this button you will be shocked and you wont be able to change your form for six seconds afterwards." She turns over to the clock and says, "We will set up a plan for the robbery tomorrow. Now, It's seven o'clock at night and my feet hurt. She points to the living room, so I change back into my human form and sit on the couch. She sits in her recliner chair then presses the button and shocks me. She say's "CHANGE BACK" Then shocks me again. I change back into a dog as she points at the space under her feet. Now in dog form, I walk over and stand in front of the chair. She slips off her work shoes and sticks one of them over my muzzle. She lifts up her feet and places them on my back. "Holy shit, these socks smell like I've been working out for days and I've only been working out for a few hours. This stinks to high heaven," Lauren says. She pulls off both of her socks, takes the sneaker off my mouth and then shoves them in. I begin to gag but Lauren shoves the shoe back over my mouth. She sits there for three hours watching television while she uses me as a footstool, with both of her filthy socks in my mouth and a shoe over my muzzle. I try to change back into human form but get shocked during each attempt. After her programs finish she says, "Well It's getting late and my room is all the way across the house. You are a good footstool. So good that my feet have fallen asleep. Well at least you are still a dog. You can give me a ride." She jumps onto my back. All 130 pounds of her and smacks me on the top of the head. She yells, "Go." I tell her, "No way am I giving you a ride." but I'm still in dog form so all she hears is barking. She yells, "Now, GO NOW," and I start to go. Every paw trembling with pain. I can barely lift my head up by the time I get to the bedroom. She jumps up off of me onto the bed as I look around. "Are you looking for a place for you to sit? I know this bed USED to be half yours. Don't worry, you still get a space. Since you are now my pet dog I decided it would be more fitting for you to sit at my feet. I jump up onto the bed and lay at her feet. She pulls out the remote to my shock collar and says "Now be a good little doggy and clean up my feet. I'll be clicking this button every time I feel you stop licking. I have been working out all day and my feet are unbearable to even be in the same room as. I want the smell to be gone and to be able to see my reflection by the time I wake up. If these feet are still dirty by the time I awake, then I assure you. You will be sorry."
------------To be Continued-----------