You try speaking with the ball in your mouth only to find that the only sounds you can make are tiny whimpers or quiet barks, just like a puppy would. “See what I mean? A few more outbursts like that and that new red ball of yours will finish its work!”
“Now, let’s get back to finishing your transformation. You only kinda look like my Dalmatian puppy. Gotta finish you off.” I say.
From under the bed I bring out a small air compressor and airbrush paint gun. “This is just like the setup those body paint competition shows use. “This will help me finish you off in no time” I say.
I proceed to paint every inch of your body below the neck white. Surprisingly it only takes a few minutes and with the vibrating ring around your manhood, the time seems to pass in an instant.
I switch from white to black and begin to add black spots of various sizes and shapes all over your body. After that, I leave you tied to the bed, now completely painted like my Dalmatian puppy from head to toe, and return to my makeup case in the bathroom.
I return shaking the aerosol can from earlier. “Do you recognize this?” I ask as you look up, dazed from the pulsating rhythm in my groin.
“That’s right little pup! More glitter! And more time to enjoy what I’ve done to you as a result.” I begin to spray the glitter setting spray all over your body, very slowly and meticulously, letting it throughly and completely coat your body from the neck down, front and back.
“There now! That should make sure you stay looking cute for a long time! Now sit up, Spot! Up!” I say to you as I try to sit up against the bonds holding your hands and feet to the bed.
“Silly me! I forgot about your restraints. Well just to make sure you don’t get any ideas about running away, I’m only going to take them off of your front paws. That’s right I said paws! Puppies don’t have hands. These are your paws now.”
I release your restraints and you get into a sitting position for me.
I bring out a tube of latex cement and begin to glue your fingers together, side by side so that you can’t move them independently anymore.
“Now for your finger nails. Puppies don’t have fingernails, they have something a little more like claws, but duller for your safety of course.”
I then bring out some black press on nails that are very claw like indeed. I take my time applying them to your now white paws, carefully rounding the edges so they aren’t too sharp.
“There, that’s better.” I say.
“Hmmm...you know what? Those ears just won’t do.” I say, coming over and taking them off your head.