Life of a Pet 1
lunarrush

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Jack drove along the road, bored out of his mind, and ready to be home. After a full day of classes followed by four hours of flipping burgers for not nearly enough money, he was definitely ready to be home and relax. He almost wished for a moment he was taking a bus instead of driving a car right now, so he could just lean back and check his phone. He knew that was kind of a stupid desire, mainly because it'd take twice as long to get there, yet couldn't help but feel like even driving was too much at the moment.

Jack watched the road ahead carefully as the first flurry of snow started outside. He groaned out loud as he saw the shimmering flakes. The last thing he needed was a snowstorm to delay him further. He slowed from sixty to forty, fully aware of how quickly the road could become impossibly slick, or visibility could drop in weather like this. As he went, the flakes seemed to grow larger, and the wind more forceful, and he had to slow down to twenty. The sides of the road were getting harder to see in the darkness and the quickly forming blizzard.

Jack continued along, now forced to go less than half the speed he'd usually go. Both his hands clutched to the wheel as he tried to keep full control of the car. Suddenly, a bright light filled the cab. He blinked a few times rapidly and then yelped as he landed in the snow. His clothing was all gone, his car too, and the snowflakes surrounding him swirled on the wind as he looked around nervously. In the whiteout conditions, he couldn't even see the road, and as he looked back, he couldn't even see any tire tracks.

Though Jack was getting his college education, none of this made sense. He'd been in a car just now. What had the light been? How did he get out here in the snow? Had he been in a wreck? He looked down at his body, finding it was very much what it would generally be, save perhaps his cock had shrunk against his body for warmth in the frigid air. His whole body shuddered, and he knew he had to find a way out of the cold before he stopped to think about this.

Shivering, Jack knelt down and dug down to find the road. He could only hope he'd be able to find one of the traffic lines so he could determine which way might lead him further along. He seemed to recall there were a few houses just a few miles north, the way he'd been going, he just had to find the right way to go, or he'd be hiking back south, and there weren't many houses that way at all. He was nervous, his toes ached with the cold, and he thought he may very well die out here if he couldn't find shelter soon.

Yet, as Jack dug down, he couldn't find the road surface at all. Instead, he found dirt and whined as he realized that without that, he was lost. He looked around, hopeful he could find someplace to take shelter in the storm. Yet, as the flurries of snow continued to drive down around him, all seemed hopeless. His body was quivering, and his mouth wouldn't stop chattering.

As all hope seemed lost, Jack saw something in the storm. At first, it was distant, but then it started to grow brighter. Then, he heard the sound of an engine. He thanked the merciful heavens that the car had come along. His body wasn't shivering anymore but felt numb, and he knew from living in a cold climate that was bad. He maybe had, at most, another couple minutes before he'd have succumbed to the storm. He ran toward the light, waving his hands and hopeful the driver was paying attention.

As he ran, Jack's feet found the road. He wished he had his shoes, his bare pink feet were hardly suited to terrain like this, especially with a thick coating of snow to freeze his toes. He turned to look toward the light and heard the roar of the engine continue to get louder as he waved his arms and stood right in the road. He was prepared to jump to either side if the driver didn't see him, but as the car got closer, he realized something was wrong.

That truck was perhaps twice as big as any he'd ever seen. His eyes were level with the headlights, and it made him feel particularly tiny in comparison. As Jack waved his arms, he wondered if that was a monster truck owner out for a joyride or what. He looked up, hopeful the driver would even be able to see him from that high up and continued to jump and wave his arms in this last desperate attempt to get rescued from the icy cold.

Thankfully, the truck braked and came to a stop a few feet ahead of him. The doors on it were enormous, almost like they'd been built for giants rather than regular people. Then, he saw both doors open and saw something extremely odd step out of the truck. Rather than a human, like he'd been expecting, a pair of giant anthropomorphic wolves stepped out. The closer one, a woman with a concerned expression on her furred muzzle, walked over toward the quivering human.

Jack thought he'd gone mad. The snow must surely have driven him insane. That, or he'd been in a crash, and this was all just some sort of coma dream. He knew there were huge people out there, people who would make him look tiny by comparison, but wolves didn't walk on two legs and wear clothing and weren't big enough to drive a truck like that. Hell, they weren't even capable of driving!

"Oh my gosh, Rob, he's gonna catch his death of cold out here. Do you think he's lost?" the female wolf said as she knelt before Jack and patted her lap as if inviting him to come closer.

Jack considered his options for an instant. Die here in the cold or get closer to the giant wolf and hope they'd save him. If this was a coma dream, it was undoubtedly an unpleasant one. His toes and fingers burned, and the rest of his body felt floaty. He knew he didn't have long if he didn't get out of the frigid temperature.

"Well, I don't see a collar or anything, perhaps he's a stray?" the male wolf she'd called Rob said as Jack got shakily to his feet and moved over to the female wolf.

"Aww, don't worry, little guy, we've got you," the female wolf said as she put her hand cautiously on him, almost as if she was testing his reaction to being picked up.

"Please... so cold," Jack mumbled, his head feeling oddly fuzzy as the wolf touched him.

"Did he just talk?" Rob asked as he looked down at the human pitiably.

"Oh, perhaps his owners taught him a few tricks. Either way, let's get him in the truck, I think that the pet store has a vet. Maybe they can help him," the female wolf said as she reached down and cradled Jack up carefully as he barely managed to maintain consciousness.

"Right you are, let's bring him in. I'm sure his owner will be happy to see him alive again," Rob said as Jack let himself be carried by the big wolf.

This was all surreal, and everything was fading away. Jack felt warmth immediately when the woman started to carry him and clung to her as if she was the very source of life itself. He groaned as everything else began to fade around him, though he desperately tried to cling to the last threads of consciousness, unsure of what his fate would be as he was taken into the truck by the sizable female wolf.

"Shh, it's okay little guy. You know, Rob, they're so cute. Maybe we should get a human for ourselves," the large female wolf said as she buckled her belt and rested Jack on her lap.

"Well, I'm not home during the day. Would you be alright with leaving a human at home alone all day? They're a big responsibility, Diane, and I'm not quite sure we're ready for one. Maybe one day, though," Rob replied as he turned the key, and the gargantuan truck roared to life again.

"Well, I don't know, it would be practice for when we want to have kids of our own?" Diane responded as she leaned across to kiss the male wolf on the side of the neck.

"Now now, we'll talk it over later. For now, I've got to concentrate, this storm's so thick I can only see a few feet down the road," Rob replied as he put the truck into gear and started off down the road.

The warm air blasting Jack made the shivering return as his body started to return from near death. He could feel the tingling pins and needles of feeling returning to his fingers and toes. Yet, even now, Jack was fading fast. The two wolves continued to talk, and their words made even less sense. The human groaned, his head trying to make sense of this all as unconsciousness started to cover him like a comforting blanket. He hoped this wasn't the end, but felt much safer now that he was somewhere warm instead of in the blizzard.

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"... Good thing you brought him in straight away. He has hypothermia, and if he'd been out in the cold much longer, he'd surely have frozen to death," an unfamiliar voice called through the darkness that had overtaken Jack.

"You'll be able to find his owners, then?" a familiar female voice followed up, though not one Jack could place in this state of semi-consciousness.

"Why, yes. Tagging has been mandatory for a few years now. Certainly, he must be chipped. He'd have run from you on sight if he was feral," the unfamiliar voice responded.

"Good. Well then, I guess this is where we say goodbye. Good luck with getting him treated, and do give us a call if you need any more information about where we found him or anything," a familiar male voice that Jack was just starting to remember was named Rob called out in the darkness.

Jack opened his eyes. The area around him was stark, white, and clinical. It looked like a doctor's office, but no. The smell was wrong. While the scent of cleaners and antiseptics filled the air, there was something else there that he'd never smelled in a doctor's office before. He couldn't place what it was, namely because it wasn't something he could easily describe, yet it invoked a feeling of fear.

"Oh, don't worry, I do believe we'll be fine from here, but I'll call to let you know he's safely found his owner," the unfamiliar voice replied, which Jack could now see belonged to a giant jaguar.

Jack sat up on the padded table and looked around. He could see several medical instruments around the room, and they instantly made him feel even more nervous than that odd whiff he'd caught earlier had. He looked around as he saw the two wolves exit the room and shut the door behind them. His mind was overwhelmed as it tried to connect what he'd thought was a hallucination from being out in the snow with what was happening now.

Jack shivered from time to time but felt weak, and his muscles protested even that much effort. One thing was for sure, he was definitely glad to be out of the storm, despite the strange circumstances of his rescue.

"Hold still, boy," the jaguar said as he moved closer to Jack with a strange device in his hand.

Jack grunted and tried to move out of the way. His exhausted body didn't let him move quickly enough, however, and he soon felt the giant cat's hand on the back of his neck, pressing him down against the padded table firmly, though not unpleasantly. The jaguar held the device to his earlobe, and after a few seconds, it made a buzzing sound. With a frown, the big cat moved on, first to his other ear, then to his neck. Both times, the device made the same buzzing sound.

"Hmm, odd. The two who dropped you off said you didn't run from them. Perhaps you're a feral who ran away a while back?" the jaguar said, almost as if musing to himself rather than actually talking to Jack.

"A feral what?" Jack said, obviously confused as to what was going on.

"Ooh, you mimic pretty well. Guess that must mean you were kept from a young age and picked up the habit. Well, not to worry, we'll soon break you of that," the jaguar said as he picked up a bright red collar with a black box attached to the side of it.

Jack looked up at the collar nervously, but before he could do much other than spot it, the jaguar had snapped it in place around his neck. The big cat took a moment to adjust it, sizing it right, before looking down at his handiwork with satisfaction.

Jack grunted as his hands reached up to grasp the collar. Though his fingers found the buckle, it was obviously built with something more durable than a snap latch. He felt ridiculous, the collar wasn't only garish, but seemed like something more along the lines of what a dog should be wearing than a human.

"What do--YEOWCH" Jack tried to complain but felt the box attached to the collar zap him.

Jack yelped and grabbed for the box, but couldn't get it away from his skin even once the shock subsided due to the collar holding it on tight.

"Ah, yes, that should do just nicely. Not to worry, we'll break you of that little habit for your new owners. Don't want you to be undesirable for that little trick, now do we?" the jaguar said as he picked up a pen and made a note on a clipboard on the counter.

Jack grunted but otherwise stayed silent. He remembered one of his friends had owned a collar like this for his dog, used to stop barking. This one must be set to stop talking. He groaned as he looked down at the table, feeling extremely exposed. He looked around and saw a name on a nearby computer monitor's lock screen. Vincent. So, was that the name of the jaguar doctor?

"Now, let's get your temperature taken. Gotta make sure we take the right measures to get you warmed back up," Vincent said as he picked up a thermometer that looked different than any Jack had ever seen.

Jack sat up, expecting to have to suck on the thermometer to get his temperature read. He was surprised, however, when he saw the jaguar dip his fingers into a vat of some kind of thick jelly. Was that because they expected him to fight against getting it pushed in his mouth? The way they'd been talking about him, almost like he was some kind of pet, definitely clued that might be what was going on. He knew he wouldn't fight back, though, maybe that was how he could show the doctor that he wasn't just some animal.

Yet, Jack's guessed reasoning was hardly the real reason. The human was caught off guard as Vincent used one hand to grab onto his hips, then guided the other down toward his ass with practiced ease. Jack yelped in shock as he felt the slicked-up rod slip into his ass, held firmly there by the jaguar's grip as the giant's other hand clasped his hips up so he couldn't move around or try to get the thing out.

Jack's ass twitched and pressed against the invader. The slick lubricant that covered it allowed it to go deep into him. Thankfully, it was thin, but it was definitely humiliating as well as a little painful to have something like that pressed up inside him. He reflexively bucked down as it slipped in, yet Vincent's hand kept him in place as effortlessly as if he'd not tried at all. The jaguar definitely seemed quite practiced at this.

Jack struggled as he felt the jaguar's firm grip on him. He'd had enough of this. He was warm enough now, and it was apparent the pet treatment wasn't going to end anytime soon. Of course, it didn't do him any good. The cat was much stronger and bigger than him, and no matter how he squirmed, he couldn't pull away far enough to do anything about the thermometer invading him.

"Woah now, can't have you doing that, little guy. Gotta get an accurate reading," Vincent said as he pulled the rod out and grabbed Jack harder.

Jack gritted his teeth as he was slid up the table. He tried to squirm but heard a click as the collar around his neck was snapped into place by a short leash. He squirmed as Vincent grabbed his wrists and threaded them into some leather cuffs that were spread to either side of the table, which the jaguar tightened down to keep his hands uselessly out of the way.

Next, the jaguar pulled on a section of the table, and Jack grunted as his hind end was high centered over the cushioned liftable section. He tried to struggle to keep his feet from getting caught, but soon they too were locked away and useless in leather straps. The caught human squirmed against his bonds, but couldn't find room to move even an inch.

"There we go, that ought to hold you for now," Vincent said as he picked the thermometer back up and easily stuffed it back up Jack's rear.

"Y-you can't-YOW!" Jack tried to stutter a complaint about this humiliating treatment only to be interrupted by his collar, jolting him for talking.

"Not very sociable. Must have been feral for a while. That's okay, I'm sure we can get that sorted quickly enough. Just gotta help remind you people are good," Vincent muttered as he let the thermometer sit inside the strapped down human and made another note on the clipboard.

Jack blushed brilliantly. This was utterly degrading, but in the jaguar's strong hands, there was little he could do about it. Not to mention the fact his body was still regaining strength after his ordeal earlier. He'd have to wait for the right moment or try to find some way to prove his intelligence that didn't involve him speaking. Unfortunately, that was difficult to come up with, particularly because he was annoyed with this treatment, and that distracted him from turning his full brainpower to the problem at hand.

"Hmm, pretty low temperature. We'll have to warm you up slowly. I think that a warm water bath that we slowly bring up to temperature," Vincent said as he wrote into the chart again.

Jack mumbled but stopped as he heard the collar beep. He was thankful it'd at least warned him that time but definitely didn't want to push his luck. His ass pressed to try to get the thermometer out, but unfortunately, its lubed-up surface and the angle he was held at only let it slip deeper inside him instead of pushing out. He groaned as he felt the meter at the base of it touching his butt, the battle entirely lost as the thing completely invaded him despite his attempt to get it out.

Vincent took a few more minutes to write down various things and test a few more things. Jack wondered what he was doing and how long he'd be stuck with this rod up his butt. He felt his pulse taken, and squirmed his wrists and ankles against their bonds, but knew he was just stuck until the doctor was done. His ass burned lightly as the long thermometer pressed his insides unpleasantly.

Of course, the presses inside Jack's behind had an unintended side effect. He groaned in utter humiliation as his cock stiffened from the device that pressed his prostate with every twitch of his ass against it. He didn't want to be hard right now, bad enough he was nude and was being treated like this.

"Hmm, I see we've not been neutered," Vincent muttered to himself as he gave the human's ball sack a grope, eliciting a surprised yelp from Jack.

Just as Jack considered if there'd be some way he'd be able to keep talking while the collar shocked him, he felt the thermometer getting pulled out. He grunted and gritted his teeth as the long rod slowly left him, every inch a reminder of just how much of the thing his ass had slurped into it unintentionally. Then, Vincent walked away from the table, and the human heard the door to the room open and close as he was left alone, still entirely restrained to the examination table.

Jack pulled against the restraints for another minute before giving up. He felt all the more helpless to know Vincent could be doing anything, and he couldn't even see what was happening. He tried to look around the room as much as he could from this position but found there was not a whole lot he could see from here. Still, what little he could see all seemed to be at a much larger scale than usual, and he wondered if that was because everybody here was so much bigger than he was.

After several minutes, Vincent returned and started to unstrap Jack from the table. The human considered saying something now but winced as even the thought of it brought back the pain of being shocked. He wondered for a moment what would happen next until he saw Vincent reach up and snap a leash to his collar. He grunted as he was pulled to the edge of the table, and barely managed to get to his feet in time.

Jack tried to stand his ground but found the collar did its job well and ensured he followed along. It was utterly degrading to get led on the end of a leash, and his mind wanted him to resist it and to scream about the injustice to anyone who'd listen. Yet, at the same time, he had a feeling this could get much worse if he put up too much of a fight, and as he nearly stumbled to all fours trying to resist keeping pace with Vincent, he decided it wasn't worth it to fight back just yet, primarily because his body still felt worn out.

Jack was led down a hallway, past several open and empty rooms like the one he'd been seen in. Soon, they reached an area that had "Pet Grooming" written on the sign next to it. He watched as Vincent opened the door and led him inside. There, he saw that Vincent had already drawn a bath in a large tub for him. He looked at the sides of the bathtub and hoped the big cat wasn't about to use any of the restraints he saw there on him.

Vincent led Jack straight into the water and tied off the leash to the side. It wasn't too much, but the human had the feeling if he didn't stay still that it would get much worse. He looked around and saw a station for haircuts and several bottles of shampoo. Most of the things in the room had a price tag on them, which was kind of confusing, and there was another door that led out into an area that looked kind of like a supermarket from what he could see through the high windows while he was sitting in the tub.

Vincent started adding warm water to the tub, and the human felt a painful tingling in his hands and feet. The water felt intensely hot as it poured onto him, though he knew it wasn't. It was a familiar sensation, though perhaps a bit more intense, of getting into warm water when you were cold. He could hear the water draining out as more was added in, but thankfully it started to feel a little better even though the tingling never fully let up as the big cat occasionally increased the heat coming from the tap.

Jack's body started to feel better as he was warmed back up. He watched as Vincent crossed the room and picked up something the big cat had obviously prepared while he'd been stuck in the other office. It looked like an overly large baby bottle with an extra-long nipple and reminded Jack of something he'd seen in a farm documentary when he'd been younger for feeding calves.

"I-" Jack tried to protest, but then clapped a hand over his mouth. He couldn't imagine how much worse it would hurt to get shocked here in the tub, but it definitely wouldn't be fun.

Vincent chuckled as he reached down and easily pried the human's hand from his mouth and coaxed, "That's it, buddy, just open wide."

Jack shook his head around, but Vincent seemed to take that as just another sign he'd been feral before. With one hand, the jaguar managed to grasp the back of the human's head and pinched his nose shut. When Jack gasped the fight was over, the long rubbery nipple found its way into his mouth, and he looked up at the jaguar with helpless humiliation.

The big baby bottle started to leak its contents into Jack's mouth. He felt a wave of embarrassment to have a baby bottle in his mouth and tried to turn his head to the side to pull it out. Vincent's grip was firm and kept him facing upward as more and more of the drink dribbled into his mouth, It, surprisingly, didn't taste too terrible, like chalky hot chocolate, but its method of delivery was obviously wholly degrading. Still, he could feel the nipple leaking it into his mouth, filling it up with the warm drink.

Jack started to struggle to get the bottle nipple out of his mouth. Yet, all he could manage to do was make the sweet flavored drink drip down his chin and cheek. He grunted in annoyance as he flailed and squirmed entirely ineffectually. Then, he realized something. He was only proving the jaguar right. Milk dribbled all down his front, didn't establish that he didn't need to be bottle-fed, and the last thing he wanted was to leave that impression, so begrudgingly, he relented and started to drink the sweet, warm liquid from the oversized bottle.

Vincent watched as Jack drank the bottle down, occasionally reaching to increase the temperature of the water coming out of the tap. Jack felt his hunger fading as his stomach filled with the warm liquid. Perhaps that's why there'd been so much. Jack tried to pull away yet again, feeling full, but the jaguar wouldn't let him get the nipple out of his mouth even though another dribble fell down his chin. He continued to drink helplessly, and by the time he was done, he felt bloated and useless. His stomach actually felt a little expanded thanks to all the liquid sloshing around inside him.

Jack felt his leash untied from the side and wondered if his bath was over. Vincent pulled on the lead, and the human begrudgingly followed the unspoken order. His stomach gurgled as he climbed out of the tub on all fours thanks to the way it was set into the floor, and felt the jaguar start to dry him off with gentle yet firm gropes with a large towel. He winced against them, and as he did, his stomach released a bit of gas he'd gotten from being bottle-fed, and he burped loudly.

Vincent chuckled a bit under his breath and continued to dry Jack off. The human had little choice but to stay on all fours thanks to the jaguar's insistent gropes and presses. He didn't particularly enjoy this, but his body knew what his mind didn't yet, and thankfully he held his tongue and didn't end up getting another nasty shock from the evil collar waiting around his neck to correct him if he spoke so much as a word in protest.

"Alright, let's see here. Hmm, I think maybe having you spend a night in the backroom for observation will be for the best," Vincent muttered as he looked over all the things he'd noted down on his chart.

Jack wondered what he meant for a moment as the jaguar set down a clipboard and started leading him toward another room. He tried to get to his feet, but Vincent's pace and the way he was holding the leash gave the human no choice but to scramble along on all fours helplessly as he was led down the hall and into a room with four cages inside it. They were all empty, and he could see soft blankets inside, as well as a slot for a food and water bowl to be inserted.

"No, ple-" Jack yelled, but then jumped as he was jolted once more by the collar.

Hmm, don't think you'll need this stuff for now," Vincent said as he pulled the water and food bowl inserts from their slot on one of the cages before opening the door and tugging Jack inside using the lead and collar.

Jack grunted and tried to fight as Vincent forced him in, but his wet feet on the slick floor of the clinic and the jaguar's clear strength advantage gave him little choice but to be pressed inside. He heard his leash unclipped and tried to turn and quickly get out the door, but found it was too late when he heard the clang of the door, and the stomach-dropping sound of the latch clicking closed.

The cage was small, much too short for Jack to get off of all fours inside, and had clear plastic extending up three-quarters of the side with thin crossing metal bars covering the top to allow it to vent. The door was entirely made of clear plastic. The latch stood on the other side of that, well out of the reach of his hands. He pressed to the side experimentally and found the plastic had no give in it. He was stuck!

"Have a good night, boy," Vincent chirped as he left the room, obviously in a misguided attempt to comfort him.

The light clicked off, and Jack found himself in the dark. He shivered as he looked around the room, seeing the light flashing on a computer that was in the corner and the shadows of the other cages. He felt utterly alone in here and whined as he wondered how long this was going to last. Would he fall asleep and wake up at the scene of a car accident in his old life? Would he shut his eyes and never wake up again? Was this just what his life was going to be, living like some kind of dog in a world of enormous anthro animals?

Despite his racing mind, his body was exhausted. The room was warm, so much that even completely nude and slightly damp like this, he knew he could fall asleep. He curled up on the floor of the cage, thankful the blanket at least was there for him to lay against as he slowly started to drift off, hopeful things would be better when he woke up next.

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Jack awoke and saw the room was still dark. He could see the glow of a setting moon through the only window in here and wondered for a second where he was. Then, reality came back to him, and he remembered the strange experience he'd had. As it all came back to him, however, he realized that the big bottle he'd drank was the reason he'd woken up. His bladder was full to the point of barely being able to hold back.

Jack desperately looked around. He beat his fists against the clear plastic door, but that hope was dashed when it didn't so much as move under the most strength he could exert. With the way the cage was built, there was no way he could even aim for anything outside the box. He found the slot where the food and water bowl had gone but found his fingers couldn't get it to open from inside the cage like this. His bladder ached, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he didn't have a choice.

Cursing the big bottle, Jack grabbed his cock and held on tightly. He looked around desperately, looking to see if there was even a clock in here so he could tell how long he had before morning. Unfortunately, there wasn't one in the room, and since the computer was in sleep mode, its monitor didn't even show the time. He looked around, hopeful the large anthro animals had thought of some crafty way to deal with this need but found nothing more than what you'd expect to see in a pet cage.

Jack knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. He sat down with his cock held tightly clutched in his fingers and desperately rocked back and forth in an attempt to distract himself from the building pressure. He looked out the window but couldn't see the faintest hint of sunrise yet, and as he looked out there, one thing became completely obvious. He wasn't going to be able to fight this long enough, no matter how he tried.

Jack wasn't going to give up willingly, that was certain. Bad enough he'd been fed from a bottle, what would they think if they came in here and he'd wet the cage? He felt small and helpless as he desperately looked at the sides of the cage as if that would cause them to go away. Yet, even as he tried to come up with some way to distract himself, he felt his bladder start to cramp painfully as it attempted to force the issue and make him release.

Jack winced as his fingers trembled from the pain and knew it was only going to get worse from here. Being found in a puddle was starting to look more appealing than the losing battle he was fighting, so though he blushed in abject humiliation, he released his grip as his aching bladder finally won its battle against his resolve.

Jack sniffled as he felt the flood surge out of him onto the blanket at the bottom of the cage. His face burned hot with shame as his muscles froze in the embarrassment. He felt his eyes welling up with tears. He'd really not wanted to do this, but he'd not been given a choice because he was being treated like a stupid pet. Maybe they'd expected this, perhaps not, but either way, he was unhappy with his keepers at this moment.

Jack had no idea how much longer it was until dawn. He groaned as he looked down and realized he'd pretty much soaked the blanket. He moved it aside, blushing as he realized he didn't want to lay back on that. Yet, as he rested against the hard plastic bottom of the cage, he could still feel the wetness of his accident pressing against his side and reminding him that he'd just peed all over himself and couldn't escape that fact because he was stuck in a cage like a helpless pet. He whined and flipped over, trying to get comfortable now that he didn't even have a blanket to lay on.

After several minutes of flip-flopping back and forth, Jack whined and checked the blanket to see if any part of it had been spared from the flood. Thankfully, after feeling around on it, he found that a small bit of it hadn't been touched and used it to partially cover himself and have something to rest his head against. He whined, then laid back down, his hope that this was all some terrible nightmare diminished by the utterly degrading accident and the fact he'd woken up here for the second time.

It took Jack several minutes to fall asleep again, but thankfully after that, he stayed asleep most of the night. He woke up in the morning to find he was lying on the wet part of the blanket and knew he'd tossed and turned quite a bit in his sleep. He looked for what had woken him this time and saw Vincent standing in the room with his clipboard in hand. He wondered what was being written on it this time.

"Well now, not potty trained, huh? We'll have to take care of that before we get you to the adoption area. Poor fella, let's get you washed up," Vincent said, obviously feeling sympathetic as he bent down and opened the door of the cage.

Jack's arms and legs felt stiff from the night spent in the cramped cage. He could hardly have run as much as he wanted to get away and go find someplace to hide from this humiliation. Instead, his leash was clipped back to the collar again, and he was tugged back onto the cold tile.

"I-it wasn't... "Jack started, only to hear his collar beep to warn him.

It seemed as if his collar was at least giving him warnings before it shocked him. Maybe Vincent had changed it to a lighter setting or something like that. Yet, Jack still gritted his teeth and swallowed the rest of the words along with his pride. He knew there wasn't any way Vincent would believe him even if he could get the whole sentence out, and didn't want to deal with getting shocked and potentially having the collar put back in instant reinforcement mode.

Jack couldn't help his completely humiliated blush as he was led back across the hall and into the pet grooming area. He could tell the store area beyond the other door wasn't open just yet, and he was grateful. The last thing he wanted was to be seen getting bathed like a pet by a bunch of the anthro animals. He felt just as exposed as last night, but didn't know any way to cope with it save for tugging against his leash.

"Well now, I see someone's got his spunk back this morning. That's alright, we'll get you all bathed, and then I need to get a couple things done to take care of your little problem," Vincent said to Jack, though obviously not expecting him to understand it any more than a pet should.

Jack felt his blood run cold a little. What exactly were they going to do about that? He imagined what they might do to try to potty train him, and couldn't imagine any scenario where it was anything but another chance for him to be completely embarrassed. He imagined getting led outside on a leash, then imagined squatting on a puppy pad, but because this world was so strange, there was the possibility they had something he'd never even thought of waiting in the wings just for that.

Vincent led Jack along to the tub, this time empty. He pulled the struggling human inside quickly, and then put one hand on him as he reached for the restraints at the side. Jack grunted and tried to pull his wrist away, but Vincent was too agile, and it swiftly clicked into place kind of like a handcuff on the end of a seatbelt. As the wrist restraint closed, the belt suddenly grew tense, and Jack couldn't pull any more slack as he tugged his wrist against it.

Jack groaned as he felt another belt being led to his thigh, then clicked into place. The belt similarly tensed up as he was denied yet another bit of mobility by the doctor. Vincent circled the tub as if he'd done this whole thing hundreds of times, and seated Jack's other thigh into place, lowering his hand down to ensure the human spread his legs apart a bit and that the restraint would help keep him from having any room to struggle. Finally, the jaguar went for Jack's other hand and simply snapped his wrist in its proper place as the belt stopped moving.

Jack tested the restraints and found them annoyingly effective. From this position, he couldn't move to any side without the other three pulling on him. What's more, because the restraints were slightly above him while he was down in the tub, he couldn't even duck down. Due to the way his legs had been restrained, he couldn't find the purchase to stand up. He looked down, but couldn't see any way to release them at all, which really drove home that he was at Vincent's mercy.

Vincent started the water flowing, and Jack whimpered as he felt the splash of cold water. He hoped he wasn't about to get a cold bath for his defiance, but the doctor merely picked up a sprayer head attached to a hose and flipped the switch to turn the flow from the tap to that. He didn't bother to plug the tub as he ran the water against his hands for several seconds to allow it to warm up, then started to spray the human off.

Jack groaned, but there wasn't anything he could do, plus the water actually did feel good. The fact it was washing away the scent of what he'd been forced to do in the cage last night was undoubtedly helping him to enjoy it a bit more too. He watched as the doctor rinsed him off thoroughly before grabbing for a pink bottle of soap sitting near the tub.

Vincent took a moment to read the back of the bottle, nodding as he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Jack wondered why he'd done that for a moment before he felt the soap being poured on his back. He felt the jaguar start to massage it in, working it down his body and coating every inch of him. Each leg was lifted slightly to allow the soap to get everywhere, save his head. Then, the jaguar rinsed the gloves off and then pulled them off while the soap was left on Jack for the time being.

Next, the jaguar picked up a blue bottle of soap and started to lather it into Jack's wet hair and scrub it through his hair. Thankfully, none of it got into his eyes, but as the jaguar massaged his scalp, the human felt a strange tingling sensation all over his body and wondered what the soap was doing to him. He looked down, but could only see pink suds. He wondered if it was perhaps some kind of flea treatment or something like that.

Once Jack's head had been thoroughly scrubbed, Vincent looked at the clock on the wall, which read five after seven, then picked up the pink bottle one more time to confirm what it said. The human tried to get a look at it, but the way the jaguar was holding it made that difficult. Vincent nodded, set a strainer in the drain, then started to wash the suds away, working from Jack's head to his feet.

As Vincent sprayed, Jack felt a curious sensation. The tingling went away as the sprayer hit the pink bubbles and washed them away, but for some reason, it felt more intense than showers usually did. He looked down and realized his hair was floating down toward the drain along with the suds. The soap had thoroughly removed his body hair.

"H-hey! No!" Jack yelled as his collar beeped for the first one and gave him a jolt for the second.

Vincent chuckled at the exclamation and muttered, "Must be why you were feral. Caused enough trouble to learn to mimic those words. I wonder if you were chewing on shoes or peeing on the rug. Ehh, seeing how you act, probably both."

Jack whined, obviously feeling helpless as even that shout had done him absolutely no good. He watched as more and more of his hair was washed away along with the hair-removing soap. He was grateful that, at the very least, Vincent had left him with the hair on the top of his head. Yet, it felt like just another bit of control slipping away as he watched the hair gather in the strainer as the last of the tingling soap was washed away.

Jack shivered as the stream of warm water finished. He felt like he could feel a breeze, though he knew the room was no more drafty than it had been moments ago. It might all be in his head, but something about having the decision of whether to grow body hair or not controlled by another was insanely degrading. He felt even more naked now than he'd felt so far as Vincent held a round necklace to each of his restraints, which released them, then grabbed his leash back up to lead him off to somewhere else.

Vincent picked up a towel and dried off the human who was still kneeling before him. Jack considered standing up but blushed as he realized suddenly that doing so would just put his dangling dick on more display and that Vincent probably would neither approve of him standing like that or make it easy to remain so. The jaguar hummed as he worked, groping a bit too rough in some areas and causing the human to squirm in discomfort as he was handled like an animal.

Eventually, Jack was dry enough that Vincent was satisfied, and the jaguar started back into the clinic. The human wondered absentmindedly what was going to happen next as he struggled against the collar and lead, but found he had little choice but to follow as the collar pressed down on his throat every time he managed to get any significant distance from Vincent. If only he could find some way to get the damned thing off, he could try to explain this all to the jaguar before it was latched back on.

Vincent walked into the examination room Jack had woken up in, and the human unwillingly followed along. As the door was shut, the doctor bent down and picked up the human, who instantly started squirming as he realized he was being lifted onto the table. The smell in the room hit him again, and he finally realized what it was. Fear, on a primal and carnal level that couldn't be described so much as innately understood.

Though Jack wriggled, he was easily lifted back onto the table. Soon, Vincent went to work restraining him, though this time, rather than raising a section of the medical bed up and restricting him with that, he pressed the human's back down to the padded table and started by securing his neck and wrists. Jack continually wriggled but found it didn't do him much good at all as the jaguar steadily pressed him down.

Next, Vincent pulled Jack's legs down, forcing them to lay flat as the human's ankles were slotted into leather straps like those that held his arms. Once Jack was thoroughly restrained, the jaguar lifted up on these sections of the table, which lifted up and to the sides. Stirrups, such as those you'd see in a gynecologist's office, now held the human's legs up and to the sides.

Jack groaned and wriggled against the restraints, testing to see if there was some way he could stop this. Whatever Vincent had planned, he didn't want any part of it, especially when he saw the jaguar snap on a pair of rubber gloves, pull out what looked like a long stiff rubber rod, and start to dip it into a jar of some kind of clear gel.

Unfortunately, the leather straps were more than enough to keep him on the table. Jack wondered morbidly what that rod was going to be used for since he'd never seen anything quite like it before. Then, Vincent approached and grabbed him by the dick, and he instantly got the message. He tried to move but found the way he was strapped in kept him from moving so much as a muscle. Still, the jaguar must have seen too much wiggle room because before he started, he reached up and strapped a thick leather band over the human's stomach to keep even that from moving.

Jack whined as he felt the tip of the rod pressed against his dick tip. He wished he could control his cock like a finger and keep that thing away from it, but he couldn't, and due to the slow but steady way the doctor was pushing, it wouldn't be long until it slipped in. He yelped as a sudden burning sensation started to flood down his dick. It felt like fire spreading inside him, down his cock as the invader pushed its way into him. The stretching only seemed to get more intense the further the rod pushed into him, and soon his whole dick had been threaded onto it like a worm on a hook.

Vincent worked slowly but steadily, obviously wanting to make this as pleasant as possible but not sugar-coating that it was going to hurt. The burning spread deeper into Jack's body as the rod pushed its way past his dick into his deeper body. He could feel the burning behind his balls, then down between his ball sack and ass, then deeper up inside his body. He couldn't help the scream of pain as his muscles writhed against the leather restraints as he wanted nothing more than to push the jaguar away and tug that thing out of his body.

The burning never ceased from the tip of his dick all the way deep inside as the jaguar continued to thread the surprisingly flexible tube into him. It wasn't nearly as hard as it had looked, but every inch of it stretched him wide and left him dealing with intense, fiery pain as his eyes started to leak tears. His body finally fell still, unable to buck under the strain of the pain as the last of the tube was pushed into him.

Finally, Vincent found his mark. Jack felt something like a slip inside him, and the pushing stopped. He watched in blurry-eyed horror as the jaguar started to pump a small hose attached to the tube, and he suddenly felt something nearly indescribable inside him. It was like he had to pee, and vacantly he wondered if this was some way of stopping him from peeing entirely. He was horrified by the thought, but couldn't do a thing about it as the jaguar continued to work, monitoring a little pressure gauge on the side of the pump.

After several pumps, in which the sensation that he had to pee became impossible to ignore, the jaguar finally seemed satisfied. With the push of a button, Jack felt something disengage inside him, and Vincent finally started to pull the tube free. To the human's horror, however, he could feel that only part of the hose was coming out, the rest of it was still lodged deep inside him, and the sensation that he had to take a pee hadn't left yet.

"Hmm, gotta make sure you're appealing to any pet parents, so," Vincent muttered to himself as he turned and opened a drawer, flipping through something Jack couldn't see as he writhed against the continuing burning sensation.

Thankfully for Jack, the painful sensation had diminished quite significantly, yet it was still there and probably would be for a while. He could still feel where the tube ended inside him, deep within behind his ballsack and beyond anything he could do to get at it. He whined as he wondered what, exactly, this thing would do, whether it was some high-tech way to stop him from needing to pee or what. If it came with the requirement that he felt like he had to pee all the time, he'd much rather just be allowed to use the bathroom when he needed to.

Then, he saw what was in Vincent's hand, and his face flushed brilliantly. A diaper, red and white, with fire hydrants, paw prints, and black lines all over it. He'd not worn one since before he could even remember, and he wasn't about to be strapped into one now. That was just wholly degrading, were they really planning on just keeping his ass strapped in pampers the rest of his life? What had that tube been about if that was the plan?

"No!" Jack shouted, though his collar beeped at him, "St-OUCH," he continued as the collar zapped him, "No!" he continued as he got a zap from the collar that made his whole body tense up.

"Shh, it's almost over. You're gonna be okay," Vincent said comfortingly between Jack's legs, not as if he was responding to the human but were instead trying to comfort him.

"Plea-NGH," Jack tried to beg, only to get a shock from his collar that shut down his response.

"Shh, you're gonna keep getting zapped if you do that," Vincent said, though the tone in his voice said he didn't expect it to work.

Jack whined, he didn't want to get zapped again. He knew that shouting was doing him no good, and so with a blush, he simply gave up for now. He'd get the damn thing off when they put him in a cage later on. Did they really expect him to wear a stupid looking diaper like that for long? There wasn't any way they could stop him from taking it off. At least, that's what he told himself as it was unfolded and slid underneath him.

Jack's face was red as a tomato as he laid silently atop the table for his diapering. He heard Vincent whisper something to him, though if the jaguar thought he'd be able to hear anything more than the encouraging tone, he'd done it too quietly. He groaned, his muscles felt a bit tense from that last zap, and his dick still hurt from getting a rod shoved up into it. The jaguar worked quick, powdering him down and rubbing it in before folding the thick diaper up and taping it into place.

Jack groaned as he looked down at his thickly pampered crotch. It was strangely comfortable for something as degrading as it was. He shook his head, clearing away thoughts that he was just going to wear this. He wanted to tell Vincent off, yet he didn't want to get shocked. Eventually, however, his humiliation won out, and he decided he'd at least get one word in.

"...Asshole," Jack said, feeling the intense zap of the collar as he rebelled in the only way he could at the moment.

That's when Jack felt it. The sudden sensation of urine running down his dick. He gasped as he looked down at the diaper between his legs, and then whimpered when he realized he couldn't hold it. He now understood what the thing they'd stuffed up his dick had done: it had taken the choice of when to use the bathroom away from him. Had the shock triggered this?

"Remind....new...owners...to buy diapers," Vincent muttered, more to himself than anyone else, as he wrote it on Jack's chart and wholly ignored his latest outburst.

Jack blushed in abject humiliation. So, he was going to need diapers now, whether he wanted them or not? Was this because he'd peed his cage last night after being given too much to drink? That definitely wasn't fair, but what exactly could he do about it? With the tube tucked deep inside him, he couldn't get to it, and the fact he still felt a bit like he had to pee could only mean one thing: that inflation pump had ballooned part of it up inside him to keep it from slipping out. He was stuck.

Of course, that didn't mean Jack was going to play this game by their rules. The second he was alone, this diaper was coming off, and he'd just deal with making puddles on the floor. They wanted to treat him like a pet and not give him the chance to explain he was smart as them, fine. They could deal with cleaning up after the mess they created. He was mad enough that he didn't even care anymore.

Of course, unluckily for Jack, Vincent had apparently foreseen what might happen if he was left in a diaper alone. The jaguar reached into the drawer he'd pulled the diaper out of and pulled out some heavy-duty looking rubber pants. Their plastic was clear, so the state of the diaper underneath could be easily checked, but they featured a heavy-duty waist and leg bands along with a sturdy looking clasp.

"No!" Jack shouted again, this time, not nearly as loud as the collar zapped him anew.

"Poor little guy. I think I know why you ran away. Your last owners were always yelling at you to keep out of things, but you just didn't know how to listen. I will have to recommend obedience school for your new people. I don't want to see you out on your own, nearly dead of cold, just because someone doesn't know how to keep their pets in line," Vincent said, sounding disgusted at these former owners as he looked at Jack in sympathy.

Jack whined. He felt all the more helpless to know his shouts to prevent these further humiliations only made him seem like more of an escaped pet. He whimpered as his legs were pulled from the stirrups, feeling defeated as he realized he could only get a syllable out before he'd be shut up by the collar, and that wasn't enough to prove his intelligence. His body felt worn out, both from the shocks and getting the tube stuffed up his dick.

"Put a catheter in the patient, type: removable. If his new owners want it to be removed, they can. However, our recommendation would be diapers for now as potty training one as old as this human is difficult. After he's been through obedience training, and they've built up a rapport, it might be worth considering," Jack read from the clipboard as Vincent set it beside him and started pulling his feet down and into the plastic pants.

Jack felt a chill of helplessness. Not only was he going to be a pet until he could figure out some way to prove to these anthro animals that he was smart without using words. Now he had this catheter thing inside him, ensuring he didn't even get to control his bladder and would need diapers. His situation felt more hopeless than ever. Even if he could get his diaper off. Even if he could get out of the cage. How was he going to stop himself from releasing a puddle of piss at the dictation of this device?

The plastic pants were slid up Jack's legs and into place around his hips. He could feel the leg holes squeezing his legs, and there was hardly any wiggle room at all between the humiliating diaper and the heavy-duty plastic. Next, Vincent adjusted the waist to ensure it was tight, then locked it into place by squeezing the clasp together.

"There we go, now we won't have to worry about that falling off ya, will we?" Vincent teased as he finished unstrapping Jack from the table and picked up the human's leash.

Jack grunted as he felt his leash tugged and tried to get to his feet. He found the diaper was a bit too thick for that, as he tried to take a step and nearly tumbled to all fours, then took another and was sent to the ground. He felt utterly like a baby in this, the thick padding was too much for him to walk upright at his usual speed and pretty much ensured he'd have to crawl if he was being led.

Jack was taken to the corner of the room, where he saw another of the cages waiting for him. He grunted and tried to plant his hands and feet, but Vincent simply opened the door, picked the resistant human up, and deposited him into the cage. He noticed this cage had wheels on the bottom of it, likely to allow for easy transportation of the ‘pet' inside.

Vincent turned and left the room but left the door open, leaving Jack to his own devices for the moment. He reached down and tugged on the plastic pants to test if they had any give. The leg holes were his first target, but he found they were more than elastic enough and stretched over the bulk of his diaper to keep his fingers out. Next, his fingers went to the waist, but he found the tightened band prevented them from slipping down at all or his fingers from getting into his diaper. The clasp didn't move at all when he tugged on it, and he had no idea how he'd even start getting that open.

"Yeah, the new arrival is in my office. He's a bit feisty but pretty cute. I'm sure we'll have no issues adopting him out," Jack heard Vincent say from the hallway.

Jack grunted as he realized this was only the start of his troubles. If he didn't find some way out of it, this was his new life. Trapped in diapers, unable to stop himself from pissing them on a schedule he didn't even know yet.

"He'll need changes twice a day, at least, but make sure to check his diapers. I've put one of our standard locks on the plastic pants he's wearing so you can easily get them off for changes. Still, I'd suggest he be restrained during changes for the time being due to being unused to the life of a pet yet," Vincent continued as he was talking to someone who seemed to be saying very little.

Jack whined and desperately pulled on the plastic front of the pants. He couldn't get enough slack to do anything about them, and the fact they simply bounced back frustrated him. All of this was too good at keeping him a stupid pet, and it made him feel helpless to know he might never find a way out of this.

The door opened, and Vincent walked in, followed by a bored-looking rabbit. The rabbit guy was a bit shorter than Vincent was, but was still a giant in comparison to the caged human. Jack whined, trying to hide his padded butt from the newcomer as it somehow made him feel even more exposed than being naked had.

The rabbit grinned down as he saw the human in the cage and chuckled, "Man, he really is cute. You put him in that type of diaper on purpose?"

"Of course. A cute diaper makes his little problem more endearing for potential owners. When he's changed, make sure to do it into a cute one, the last thing we want is everyone turning him down just because of his past. He deserves a happy life too," Vincent responded, almost sounding offended that his choice of diaper for a pet was being questioned.

"Ehh, alright. Sounds like you know what's best, doc," the rabbit said with a chuckle as he moved around behind the cage and started to wheel it along.

"You know, sometimes I think they can really understand us. Like, look at him, hiding his diaper like that. Is he afraid I'm gonna tease him about it?" the rabbit continued as he chuckled at the caged human.

"I'm certain they understand a few things, though this one is poorly trained and may never be a very smart human. Still, I'm certain they can understand a few feelings we can, though I'm not sure how many really. After all, they still like pleasing things, and perhaps he was kept in a house that had a child before. Perhaps that's why he's looking a little embarrassed to be in that, he's got an association between them and young ones. I'm sure he'll get used to it, though. After all, his owners won't want him peeing on the floor," Vincent said as he started to help the bunny wheel the cage along.

Jack wanted to cry out to complain but knew it was no use. They were talking about him like he wasn't there, and the shocks from his collar were probably still ramped up from his attempt to avoid getting a diaper slapped on his butt in the first place. He wondered where he was being taken as they wheeled him through the door at the end of the hall.

The door opened up into what looked like a store. Jack could see every aisle was set with all kinds of pet gear. From collars and leads to bowls and food, everything he could imagine needing for a pet was here.

Yet, Jack wasn't being wheeled toward them. Instead, he saw he was being wheeled toward an area with a vast "Adoptions" sign hung from the ceiling above it. The section had a wall that was as tall as he was around it, so he couldn't see into it yet, but from what he'd heard earlier, he knew that was where he was going.

Jack whined as he wondered if there was any way out of this. He couldn't see one now or for the foreseeable future. Heck, he couldn't even see a way out of being kept in diapers like a baby, and that really drove home the helplessness of his situation. He could only hope things got better from here, yet somehow he got the feeling they were only going to get worse.

Jack's eyes started to water as the hopelessness of it all set in. He couldn't help it, merely the thought of being stuck like this the rest of his life made him so utterly hopeless that he couldn't maintain his composure anymore. He knew it only made him look more like an overgrown baby, and that only made him feel worse.