“You need some accessories, Tony.”
“No more! Please!” Tony whines, trying to find his feet again. He falls flat on his ass. Being cockless, he doesn't have anything to hide, but he covers himself with paw-like hands never-the-less. He's always been shy, but now he was more embarrassed over his body than ever before. He felt so vulnerable. Alex considers for a moment.
“I know just what to add to make you even cuter. Stay,” he orders before leaving the room. The computer is right there. He can fix this right now before his brother returns. He doesn't want to be this small and fragile. And not to mention he's still desperately horny and stuck with a constant need to urinate but being completely incapable of elevating either sensation. The changing of his age hadn't helped that at all.
Tony makes to stand up, but hesitates. His owner had told him to stay. What was he thinking!? His owner!? No, his brother had said it. And why should he listen? Still, as soon as he disobeyed by crawling from the spot he'd been told to stay at, he felt a strong sense of guilt well up inside of him. He was a bad boy! A bad boy! Shame! Shame!
Lip trembling with guilt for reasons Tony didn't understand, he forced himself through it and crawled to the computer chair. He was so small now that he had to hoist his tiny anthro body up onto the seat with a little hop to get on. If he could have stood upright, he reckoned the top of his head might not even reach over his owner's bellybutton. The perfect hight for... No! He didn't want to think about that. It made him all tingly inside for some reason and he was horny enough as it was. Even thinking was becoming hard all he could think about was his owner's big vibrating... No!
He had to fix this now. He had to climb up onto his knees on the seat to reach the entire keyboard, but as he tried to type he felt even more guilt overwhelm him. He was being a bad boy! A very bad boy! He withdrew his hands as if the computer was a fire he'd foolishly touched. Why couldn't he do it? It was right there! But there was this deep need in him even stronger than his hornyness. Even stronger than the pressure on his bladder. Even stronger than his independence and freedom. He wanted to be a good boy. He wanted his owner to be proud of him. To please his owner.
No, no, no, no! This was all wrong! He wasn't his owner, he was his brother! So why wasn't he changing himself back?
“What do you think you're doing?” Alex said strictly from the doorway. Tony was overwhelmed with guilt and fear.
“I... I... I...” Tony stammered, unable to look his owner in the eyes. Alex grabbed his leash and dragged him off the chair. Tony fell to the ground at his owner's feet.
“Bad boy! Bad bad bad boy!” Tony whimpered and buried his head in the floorboards in shame. Tears ran down his cheeks. He deserved to be punished harshly. He knew that.
“I'm sorry,” he cried, but Alex wasn't satisfied.
“Show me how sorry you are,” he ordered. Desperate, Tony began licking Alex's bare feet all over. Worshiping them. Cleaning them. Getting every inch, even between the toes. “You directly disobeyed my orders and even tried to change yourself back. Do you think cleaning my feet is good enough?” Tony turned around and presented his ass to Alex.
“Please, sir. Punish me!” His face and chest was pressed against the floor, but his legs were straight and on tip toe to get his ass as high and accessible as possible. His back arched in a wonderful curve.
“That's better,” Alex said, raising an arm high and bringing it down with full force. Tony cried out with the slap on his butt, but didn't move. He didn't even ask for mercy as his owner spanked him again and again. Every hit ran threw his body, bending his spine more and pressing his sobbing face against the floor.
Tony's little legs were trembling at the end of it, but he didn't dare lower his ass. He was our right crying at this point. Alex let him finally drop to the floor. Tony curled up like a wounded animal. He felt so guilty. He'd been such a bad boy. But to Tony's astonishment, his owner gathered him up into his arms and hugged him tight.
“I forgive you, Tony,” he said softly. “Just be a good boy from now on, okay? Be a good little pet.” Tony wrapped his own arms around his owner in gratitude. His arms could barely reach all the way around. A warm glow filled him.
“I will!” he promised. “Thank you!” His protesting half was almost forgotten in the moment. Alex let him go and ordered him to sit. Tony obeyed. He still knew he should fight this and regain his freedom, but he also wanted to be a good boy. What was wrong with him? Alex had brought a box with him from his own room.
“I brought you a present. An accessory that I think you'll like. You're going to get very familiar with it.” From the box, Alex pulled...