Recursion C.5.

RECURSION

C.5.

Oliv with her face locked in a confident smile struts naked out the front door of her luxury condo, the rattle and snap of cameras and flashing strobes momentarily stunning her. “Guys, please,” she says, trying for breezy, “I’m just taking my dog for a walk in the park…”

Which is a lie, Oliv very much wants to be seen showing off her new look. Being photographed, written about, shared and commented on was the entire point of this little adventure. She tosses her long red hair and bites her lip, tires to look a little uncertain, vulnerable, cocks a hip in a way that shows off the sweep of her long legs, and almost falls over when her dog nearly yanks her off her feet. 

“Jojo, no! Bad girl!” Oliv stumbles and wants to throw out her hands for balance, to yank authoritatively on the leash, but obviously she can’t, not since she paid the very expensive body sculptor to remove her entire upper body between her neck and hips. Oliv is currently just a beautiful head and a cute ass and legs that go on and on for days, a bold look even an audience jaded by avant-garde bodies couldn’t ignore. This “short-waisted beauty” form is going to do wonders for revitalizing her career, that is, if her stupid dog doesn’t kill her first.

Oliv minces a few steps on her stilettos and catches her balance, digs in, and tugs with her thighs and neck to make Jojo heel. She curses her agent and publicist again for making her bring the dog on this debut outing. She could have gone for a solo errand, a cute jaunt for a coffee or bagel, but no, dog walking was cute and the park would make a better photo backdrop. Besides, her team had argued, Oliv’s new body was so helpless, so vulnerable, she needed a helper and protector, and they’d made her this wonderful petgirl dog, she should use her, it would be more telegenic than bringing along an assistant or bodyguard. Her fans loved cute dogs. Oliv liked dogs too, enjoyed having Jojo for a pet, she was cute and fun and deserved her walkies, but the last thing Oliv needed while tottering around in a new body wearing nothing but high heels was to be leashed to an energetic dog by her throat. She wanted this publicity stunt to be a sexy SWB strut, not a series of well documented nude pratfalls. “Jojo, heel!”

***

Jojo whines at her beloved mistress and droops her tail. She hadn’t meant to be bad! She was just too excited to be outside and for walkies! There is so much to smell and see and hear and there was so many funny men with flashy chattery things and… but Jojo was a good girl and she knew how to heel. She eases off on the leash and falls into position along the right side of her mistress, matching her pace, just like she's been trained to.

“Good girl,” Oliv says and Jojo’s heart swells with giddy joy. She happily wags her tail as they walk briskly down the sidewalk.

Jojo, well not always Jojo, she used to be someone else. A human. An employee, well, a groupie since she’d loved Oliv so so so much, but she’d been an intern, yeah. Someone to run errands and fetch coffee. Fetch!? Jojo loves fetch!! Her tail wags happily! Would they play fetch at the park? She hopes so!

They reach the intersection and Jojo sits obediently. It all feels so natural, even though she knows she's only been a petgirl for a few weeks now. It’s hard to focus on her human memories, but she can recall writing something on a big paper covered in tiny text and being led to a shiny room with a metal table and being injected by some kind of veterinarian and then a bright warm light that made her feel funny. She remembers watching her hands contract down into her familiar paws, stubby fingers tipped with black claws, a feeling of stretching in her spine, in her tail, aches in arms and legs, the tickle of growing fur, and her nose stretching into her vision as it grew into a snout. She’d meant to say something then, speak some lost human language, but instead she’d barked, a clarion full throated canine woof, and that was that, she was Jojo the dog. 

Jojo glances up at her mistress, although not that far up, her mistress is so short now compared to most humans. Jojo could lick her face if she tried, which of course she wanted to, badly, but she suspects it would only make Oliv cross, so she resists. Oliv is so so beautiful, with her freckled angular face and shining green eyes, her plush slightly sardonic lips, her long shining red hair, styled in loose curls that teased her combined shoulder/hips. Jojo admires her mistress’s hips, wide but slender, with defined hip bones and clavicles, the high soft roll of an expertly toned ass, the rounded hairless plane of a pubic mound, the slender pink petals of her pussy exposed in a heart-shaped thigh gap. Jojo traces her eyes down Oliv’s slim legs: thighs soft and long, graceful calves flexed tight, and petite feet arched by daring stiletto heels. Jojo wags her tail faster and feels her doggy mind and remaining human intellect align in a spark of arousal that makes her crotch feel tingly warm. “Jojo, come on,” her mistress scolds.

Jojo scrambles to her four paws and chases after her mistress.

***

Oliv walks into the park and tries to keep up her confident facade, but the truth is she's nervous. Her new body is so strange: every step feels enormous, the sway of her hips ungainly wide and exaggerated, her center of gravity so low and high at the same time. It feels a little like dancing, something pelvic like a hula or belly dance, but without the arms or belly. She feels graceful, but also unsteady without the counter weight swing of arms or shoulders, like she's stuck walking along a narrow beam or tightrope in handcuffs. And what if she trips? She isn't equipped to catch herself. A fall would mean a crash, followed by a lot of embarrassing kicking legs and rolling in the dirt. How could she even climb back to her feet without arms? Maybe she should have practiced before she left the condo.

Oliv glances around and people are staring at her, some in shock or bemusement or disgust, more than a few with curiosity edging into arousal. She blushes, feeling exposed. Oliv wanted their attention and has no qualms about being nude, she's done it so many times before, but… it feels different in her new body, somehow. Everyone else is so big, and she's so small, and honestly pretty helpless. She couldn’t smack away a groping hand, or open a door without help, or probably even run away very fast, especially in these ridiculous heels. She can't even cover her pussy. Oliv bites her lip and suppresses a shudder, she’s a bit afraid, to be honest. Maybe she should have sent her staff to the park ahead of her and Jojo, planted some anonymous helpers in the crowd. “Too late now,” she mutters quietly.

How is she going to live like this? This SWB form had seemed so sexy and fun during the medical consult with the body sculptor and her agent had been so enthusiastic, but maybe it was a mistake? The transformation had been extreme, so much of her body packed down into such a small package, so many organs replaced or lost. She could breath and pump blood and had just enough of everything else to stay alive with a little help. She could eat, a little anyway, but she didn’t really have the intestinal length for nutrition. She had her pussy and could fuck, she’d made sure of that, but her womb had been deemed surplus volume, so her fertility had been ejected along with her spleen. Oliv spent every night hooked up to a life support machine to clean her blood and feed her and do all the things her little pelvic body couldn’t quite, even with all the mad science built into her. In theory it was all reversible, another temporary form to be shed like a costume, but in practice she knew she’d probably be stuck like this for a while. Extreme modifications required extreme remediations. There was even some concern that it might be permanent. Oliv shivers, and feels a burble of anxiety and a tingle of something else, something warmer. What if, part of her throbbed, she really was stuck?

Oliv glances around and at all the towering, gawking strangers and feels herself blush furiously: could they tell how powerless she felt? How sexy it was making her feel? She notices a warm ache blooming in her bare pussy and can do nothing to disguise her growing arousal. “Ah…” she whispers. 

Oliv feels a sharp tug at the leash belt around her throat and looks at Jojo, who has stopped to eagerly sniff some plant beside the path. Oliv wonders what her dog is thinking. What did her body feel like? What was it like being someone’s pet? Someone’s property? Jojo is an amalgamation of woman and dog, a Dalmatian, a stylish breed and a natural guard dog. She walks on four canine paws and legs that are a blend of human and dog, reformed to be comfortable in a quadrupedal gait. She has a long whippy tail that wags with a manic glee and a mostly human torso, feminine and athletic and hung with six petite breasts that bounce with the rhythm of her tail. She has black-spotted white fur on her lower limbs and tail, but most of her body is covered in human skin, creamy pale but spotted with dark brown Dalmatian-like spots. Her head is mostly human, but sports floppy black Dalmatian ears and a jaw that thrusts forward into a dog-like muzzle with a wide black snout. She still has her human hair, a short messy honey blonde pixie cut. Jojo snorts and tosses her head, turns and lifts a hind leg, and pisses through her canine penis. She is Oliv’s good girl, but maybe a bit of a boy dog too. Oliv shakes her head, it’s so hard to picture her precious Jojo as that former intern, the bashful para-social one that Oliv worried had stalker vibes. She smiles at her dog and is so glad her agent talked her into adopting the petgirl.

***

Jojo finishes marking her scent on the interesting plant and looks up to see her mistress smiling at her. She wags her tail and opens her mouth in a happy pant. Her mistress is so nice and so pretty! Jojo adores her so so much! And this walk was going great! So many interesting smells! So many people and other dogs and plants to pee on! She loves being outside! Maybe she'll see a squirrel to chase! Or maybe they could play fetch! Or a treat! Jojo would really likes a treat! Jojo's mouth waters and her nose twitches and she smells something...

Something exciting! Yes!

Something pungent and maybe a little spicy...

Something that makes her heart beat faster and her crotch deliciously warm...

Something she absolutely has to smell more of!

Jojo raises her snout and sniffs the air, trying to nab the scent and... there! There it was! She turns her head and body, cirlcing, nose twitching and flaring as she drinks in the air, head moving down to the ground and skyward, where where where, there! She follows her nose, eyes half closed, crawling and sniffing, there there! The exciting smell was getting so strong! It must be so close! Closer! Closer! Oh she can almost taste it! And oh!

She's crashed into something with her nose!

Something wet and warm and reeking of sour tangy earthy musk that makes the blood rush to her cock and her heart race faster and faster!

She lunges forward, burying her nose deeper!

"Jojo, no! Bad girl!!!”

***

Oliv is aghast! Her fucking petgirl is jamming her wet doggy nose into her pussy! Almost molesting her with her snout! In front of all these strangers! Oliv’s face is on fire! This is too embarrassing! She stumbles awkwardly, pushed back a step by her dog who seems desperate to ram her muzzle inside her cunt. Everyone is staring! And she hears the snap of cameras! The paparazzi followed her! Nooooo!

Oliv hobbles, twists, takes a hasty step backward, feels her heel buckle, slips, falls! Nothing she can do! Tumbles gracelessly onto her ass! Head flat on the crushed stone path, legs wide, pussy exposed! Oliv’s face burns red with shame, but her pussy burns and throbs with need! Fuck she's so turned on! And everyone can see! And oh fuck! Jojo has jammed her snout right back between her legs, her cool black nose vibrating and pressing harder! "No! Bad! Jojo!" 

Oliv tries to scoot away, to close her legs, to somehow push away her dog! But she can't! No hands! No arms! And Jojo is all tangled up with her legs, pinning her down! She’s totally impotent! Olive looks around wildly and sees staring faces, a growing crowd watching her humiliation! Oh fuck! Her delicious degradation! A moan escapes Oliv’s lips. "Jojo... stop..." 

But Jojo doesn't stop, she licks Oliv, her hot wide wet canine tongue stroking Oliv’s needy pussy. "Ahhhhnnn" Oliv gasps and writhes, while papparazi cameras clatter and flash, capturing the moment, commodifying it, preparing to share it with the entire world! "Nooo..." Oliv whines, but it feels so good! Jojo is licking her just right and the humiliation and powerlessness just makes it all the hotter, all the sexier! Oliv knows she should end it, but she wants more... "Jojo, don't... don't stop..." Oliv wraps her legs tighter around her petgirl. "Fuck me girl, fuck me! Good girl!"

Jojo licks her mistress faster and harder, lapping, tongue so softly rough and wet, hot and strong, and rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, and everyone can see them, everyone is watching, and it's all so wrong, all so awful and bad and shameful, and "Ahhhhhnnnnnn!!!" Oliv squeals and comes, thrashes, the legs that are her whole body senseless and kicking, idiotic euphoria. "Fffffuuuckkkk...."

***

Jojo’s nose and mouth are full of her mistress’ cunt, the aroma, the taste, the slippery wet feel! Her nose is slick and wet with juices and her long tongue feels numb and rubbed smooth from licking delicious pussy! She loves pussy! It’s so delicious and sexy! Jojo licks faster and faster and she feels her mistress orgasm! Feels her thighs clutch at her face, crush her muzzle! Jojo is such a good girl! The best girl! Making her wonderful mistress cum! Yes!

Except… 

Except she has needs too! She can feel the painful ache of her erect cock, unsheathed and wet and hot and hungry to be used. She trembles and grinds her nose into her mistress’ cunt, desperately hopes she’ll be allowed to fuck her next. Commanded to ram her cock into her mistress like a bitch in heat…

***

Oliv is gasping, flopped on her backside and panting, Jojo still snorting into her cunt, excited and looking for more, and fuck she feels so dirty! Her pet just fucking ate her out! In public! In front of the media! And fuck she wants even more... But then there are hands pulling Jojo off her, hands belonging to her agent? An assistant? Hands helping lift Oliv back to her unsteady feet. "Th-thank you..." she manages, flushed with shame and arousal. Her crotch feels slick with dog drool and she can still feel her tiny SWB pulse throbbing in her cunt. "I...I...I..." she stutters. She looks at Jojo who looks adoringly back at her, tail wagging slowly, eyes simmering, her red canine cock unsheathed and erect and ready. "Fuck."

Oliv looks around, sees the crowd still watching her, a whole audience complete with photographers. She blushes and bites her lip and says, "Jojo come... we're just going to go clean ourselves up..."

"But Oliv..." her agent says, and she ignores him. Oliv takes a step, tugs the leash, and Jojo doesn't fight, eagerly follows her mistress’ shameful urgent waddle, straight towards a bathroom kiosk. A little privacy to sneak off and get fucked properly, except it’s obvious, isn't it? Everyone must know Oliv is leading Jojo off to have sex, for more depraved filthy fucking. Oliv’s whole body flushes red with embarrassment; she knows they’re all watching her, all judging her for what she just did and what she’s about to do with her dig. "Good girl," Olive moans and bashes her forehead against the bathroom's handicap access button to open the stall. “Come fuck your momma..."

Jojo wags her tail and eagerly follows her mistress inside, ready to absolutely fuck her brains out>>>