With a snap of her fingers, you clatter to the floor, in the form you know you should be~ Her paws take over, slipping in, strapping you on... once more relieving you from the burden of personhood.

You feel almost aimless at times, weird, wonky...

Finally you tell your Mistress what's up, how weird you feel, that you feel like you're out of form... and with a soft, simple smile, she just seems to know.

At first you just think they're odd thoughts, or just growing pains, getting older, etc... but it only gets stronger.

Day after day things feel weirder, like you don't belong there... it's a growing pressure that is slowly pushing at the edge of your mind.

Gosh this is GOOD >//<

There's no cock like no cock