Jen wanted to die from the humiliation; she was being led off the crowded school bus, by a leash attached to a leather collar round her neck, butt naked and to make it worse she had just pooped herself. She kept trying to think about how everyone else pooped and peed but just couldn’t work out how.
Jen didn’t have time to pick up her bag as Susan firmly pulled on the leash and led Jen towards the school, without even the protection of her bag to cover her nudity Jen attempted to cover herself with her hands. Her bare-feet hurt from the cold of the concrete pathway.
“Err Susan... what’s going on?” Jen whispered loudly, trying to get her friends attention. Susan turned and looked at her but said nothing and kept walking into the school, with an extra firm tug on the leash.
As they walked through the crowded hallway Susan was greeted by everyone as she normally would have been, but everyone completely blanked Jen.
“Hi Susan”
“Morning Susan!”
“Hey Susan! See you in math class!”
Jen perked up slightly when someone mentioned her name but immediately wished they hadn’t; “Susan, you know Jen has pooped herself?”
Susan turned around and Jen felt the leash go slack, the sudden lack of force on her neck made her stumble slightly. Susan walked around Jen and brushed Jen’s hands out of the way, “Since when did you have modesty girl?” Susan asked with a laugh. “Stop covering yourself”
Jen tried to replace her hands but found she couldn’t move them in any way that would shield her nudity. The leather leash hung uselessly between her bare breasts now that Susan had let go, Jen felt a soft cloth on her ass cheeks and jumped forward.
“Whoa, steady girl” Susan commanded and Jen, despite her best efforts, obeyed, standing dead still as Susan wiped her ass. Jen still couldn’t work out how she was supposed to have pooped, she knew there was a way that people did it but it was as though no one had ever explained it to her. When Susan was done she gave Jen’s clean ass a quick slap and Jen found she could move again, she blushed furiously; Susan was treating her like a pet.
Unable to cover herself Jen reached up and ran a finger between the collar and her neck, pulling it experimentally, the leather had little give and was tight enough to be noticeable without being uncomfortable. Susan was standing behind Jen and stroked her head reassuringly “There you go girl”.
Jen heard a male voice behind her but didn’t turn around, “No luck with the house training Susan?”
“Nope, she just doesn’t understand the toilet or anything! We tried a litter tray but that just caused more mess. But she’s getting better, today was a blip, I’ve been teaching her to go outside”
Jen listened to the conversation taking place behind her back with increasing embarrassment and nervousness, what was Susan talking about? How had reality changed this time? And there was that ‘toy-lit’ word again! The conversation continued for several moments, all the time Jen kept her eyes fixed at a point on the floor; she didn’t want to turn around. Eventually she felt her leash go tight and realised Susan was leading her towards their first class, on the way Jen plucked up the courage to ask,
“Susan, why are you treating me like your pet?”