Mike woke the next morning with the previous night’s dreams in his mind. They were strange, but for some reason he seemed to like them. The idea of him being an obedient dog that fills his diapers seemed to turn him on.
His diaper was already stuffed, as he had relieved himself the previous night.Without even thinking about it Mike release his bowels, adding to the already large diaper.
The hypnotic suggestions had already taken hold. Soon he would be hypnotized and conditioned into an obedient diaper dog.
After eating breakfast, which was the same as last nights dinner, he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find Trainer.
“Mike 7 Obey 9 Time 2 Husky”
Hearing his trigger, Mike immediately smiled as he became completely obedient. He then followed Trainer as she led him to a large room. It had a decent amount of space and various piece of equipment for training.
"We are going to do some training. Everything you are told to do is perfectly normal for you. The next time you wake up, you will be conscious of everything you do like normal, but you will do as you are told and obey. You will obey and understand that you are acting like a good dog. That is completely normal, because you are a good boy. Now, wake up."
Mike woke up and looked around before remembering that he was about to start dog training with Trainer. The absence of a dog momentarily confused him, before he forgot why he was even concerned. Nothing was wrong. He was a good boy.
Diana was ready to begin the process of turning Mike into a dog. It is fairly easy to make him want to be an obedient diaper dog. However, this desire does not mean that he will truly believe he is a diaper dog. The effects can even wear off over time. In order to completely hypnotize Mike, Diana would need to slowly get him to accept it as the absolute truth. Mike needs to believe he is a diaper dog, and take it as an absolute fact. This takes at least a week even with the intense drug enhanced hypnosis session yesterday.
Diana brought out a bowl of food, the meat and veggie grits, and placed it on a tray with a spoon.
“You are a good boy. Show me how a good boy eats their food.”
Mike immediately grabbed at the spoon, and Diana pressed a button on a remote in her pocket. Mike recoiled in pain, as his collar shocked him.
“Show me how a good boy eats their food.”
Once again Mike tried to grab the spoon only to get shocked. This went on for about four hours.
Mike’s mind was full of his commands. He was a good boy. Good boys must obey. Eventually, Mike remembered that good boys are good dogs. He should eat like a good dog.
This time Mike shoved his face in the bowl. Eating his food like a good boy.
Diana smiled and began to pet Mike.
"Good dog.
Diana repeated the process with a bowl of water.
“Good dog. That is how a good dog drinks. Now relieve yourself. Feel pure pleasure wash over you. Remember that this is how you eat and drink. You get down on all fours and use your tongue like a good dog. You do this because you are a good boy.”
Mike was a good boy. He felt a pressure in his bowels and he immediately knew what to do. Staying on all fours he squatted down. He released another load of shit and piss into his diaper. Pleasure filling him as he did so. He stood back up fully awake and consciously unaware that he had defecated himself yet again.