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Nice story!  The premise is very creative.  Jen's struggles to do human things while being a dog girl are cute and nicely-described.

 

There is this thing that isn't necessarily a flaw but takes part of the fun out of the story for me.  Stephanie/Jen is just playing a game, she knows it's a game, and she's fully aware of her real life as a human.  The conflict of a dog girl trying to do things like eat human food and use human toilets doesn't mean much when we know she can just quit the game whenever she wants.

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Nice story!  The premise is very creative.  Jen's struggles to do human things while being a dog girl are cute and nicely-described. The tone of the story was more "it's ok to like weird things" the struggle focuses more on she wants to be more dog and let loose and enjoy it, vs just a dog trying to act like a human.

 

There is this thing that isn't necessarily a flaw but takes part of the fun out of the story for me.  Stephanie/Jen is just playing a game, she knows it's a game, and she's fully aware of her real life as a human.  The conflict of a dog girl trying to do things like eat human food and use human toilets doesn't mean much when we know she can just quit the game whenever she wants.

Hmm, I wrote this as a more omo centric side story to The Sphere involving a very minor character Stephanie.

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Samantha sighed with longing at the display more than ever now. Playing that damn game only made her desire worse, not better. Tom, was of course, utterly delighted with her new fixation. “Sam likes a dirty game, Sam likes a dirty game.” He would chant. At first, she tried to deny it with a shrug or a wave of her hand.

 

“It wasn’t terrible.” She had admitted when she first came out of the experience. In fact, it hadn’t been terrible in the slightest. It was, heaven forbid, fun. More than just fun. Thrilling even. And so…naughty.

 

It was a disorienting coming out of it. She felt like she had been in there for days, only to be told she was playing for just few hours. The first thing she had done was pat herself to make sure she was dry. She was, thank god. It had felt so real, she was sure she had… Some people weren’t so lucky. She couldn’t count how many times she had to disinfect the seat after the people who played were a little too sensitive.

 

“Peeing in a Sphere game is like peeing in a dream.” Tom explained after she had admitted she thought for sure she’d wake up wet. “It’s more common in people who are prone to bedwetting. Sphere dives are like lucid dreams. You know it’s not real, but… might as well make the most of it while you’re there.” She hadn’t thought of it like that before. She supposed they were kind of like dreams. “Nothing wrong with having a dirty dream once in a while.” He said with a wink. She blushed.

 

Now the guilt was starting to set in. The reason these games were even allowed to exist was for “rehabilitation” purposes. Yet she stood there judging every person who requested them. Not everyone was ready to be with a physical person. Was she even ready? She told herself many times she was. It was her duty after all. Settle down, get married, have a few kids. Repopulate. She thought of being with Tom. She shuddered. Nope, she wasn’t ready.

 

The Sphere had been created to help people re-adjust to socializing. The world had been silent for so long. No one needed to talk face to face anymore thanks to advances in technology. So humanity simply forgot how. With no face-to-face interaction, birth rates dropped drastically and the human race began to become extinct. So now they struggled to reverse the damage. The younger generation was being raised to speak with one another once again. Avatars were created as a way to teach social skills through games. Eroge video games were one of those tools.

Rumor was humans used to have sex for pleasure, now it was nothing more than an act out of necessity. Could it be a learned behavior? Pleasure? Could humanity learn how to feel pleasure instead of obligation? Could humans learn how to love? Could marriage be something more than just tolerating your partner?

 

The idea behind eroge games was, if you could awaken arousal in the Sphere for another person, you could awaken it in real life when the time came. The higher the difficulty, the more complex situations you’d find yourself in. She guessed she could see the logic in it. But why a dog? Why did she find interest in being someone’s pet? Tom said it was something called a fetish. Everyone had one apparently; it was just a matter of finding it. Having a fetish was the key to being one step closer to feeling pleasure.

 

Samantha knew it was important, but she had to laugh sometimes. The way people talked about finding pleasure in sex, it was like they were talking about finding true inner piece. She mentioned it to Tom once. He smirked and said it was about finding inner peace. She just groaned and rolled her eyes.

 

Maybe it was the way she kept staring at his image, but Tom had her pegged. She wanted to play again. Bad. It had been a week since she last logged in. She had tried to play it at home in a partial dive, but it just wasn’t the same. She wanted to feel his touch. She wanted to feel embarrassed. She wanted to feel that collar cinched tight around her neck. Her heart skipped a beat when he offered to let her play. It was another slow day- most days were since the home console came out. Not many people could afford a full dive.

 

She tried to play it off, but he could tell she was excited by the glow in her eyes and the way her voice rose a few octanes. She asked about work, to which he replied, “What work?” He motioned towards the empty lobby. She -not so reluctantly- agreed.

 

The cheery upbeat music played in her head. An image of her avatar Jen appeared with large floppy ears hanging down towards her chin. Her orange copper, colored short hair went down a little past her neck. The system asked if she’d like to change her appearance. She declined. Then it asked if she’d like to change the difficulty setting. She obliged.

 

She set the game to a more advanced mode. And then a different message popped up.

 

To get the most out of your preferred settings, we suggest turning on mature content. Would you like to turn on the mature content?

 

She stared at the message. What would happen if she said yes? She paused for a moment trying to decide. No, no way. She couldn’t do that! She reached her hand out to press no, but at the last second, changed her mind and hit yes. She shuddered a bit, unsure of what to expect, but at the same time filled with a nervous excitement. A new warning message popped up that wasn’t there the last time she played.

 

Your preferred difficulty settings have enabled chemical manipulation in order to help you get the most out of your experience. Please press okay to continue or info for more information.

 

Wait, the game was going to drug her? She didn’t like the sound of that. She pressed the info button.

 

Chemical manipulation is done by sending small electrical currents to your brain via the plug. While no drugs are being administered, chemical manipulation encourages your brain to produce excess hormones to help exaggerate your game play experience.

 

She supposed that was all right then. She pressed the back button followed by okay.

 

Thank you for playing Dog for the Day. Please enjoy your gaming experience.

 

Jen opened her eyes and found herself lying on her back in bed. The sun was beginning to rise and shine through the blinds of the small bedroom. She turned her head and saw her master- the non-playable character she had grown so attached to- sprawled out. She watched as his chest rose and fell with his deep even breathing. He looked so peaceful. How I wish you were real. She shook the thought out of her head. It was because he was only a NPC that she had allowed herself to grow so attached to him. She could never handle sleeping next to another person in bed. Or be touched. Or held. Or be seen peeing.

 

She blushed as she remembered the last time she had logged in during a full dive. She felt like she now shared a bond with him. A bond she could never share with an actual human being. Jen was beginning to see the appeal of these games. She could never have these feelings for someone in the real world.

 

She scooted over a little and rested her head on his chest. She scrunched up her face in confusion when she heard a strange rustling noise. She looked to him, but he was still asleep. Where had that come from? Jen shuffled her legs. There it was again. The noise was coming from under her. She lifted the blanket up. That’s when she smelled it. Pee. She flipped the blanket off of her and stared down at herself. She was lying on a puppy pad. A soaked puppy pad.

 

“Good morning,” a groggy voice said. She looked over at him as he smiled and ruffled her hair. Her tail wagged under her despite her situation. She leaned her head into his hand as cue for him to keep petting her. He obliged- until he saw the mess she was sitting in. He let out a sigh as she whimpered and hung her head down. “Again?”

 

Again? What did he mean again? This was the first time she had wet the bed in game. Even though she knew it wasn’t real, her cheeks still burned with shame and embarrassment. Her heart beat in her chest as she waited for his reaction. Eventually he just smiled and said, “What am I going to do with you?”

 

She relaxed, but stared down at her mess. “Sowwry.” She mumbled.

 

“Well, it’s a good thing I had you sleep on top of those last night.” He said. He patted her head one more time before getting up and walked over to her side of the bed.  “This is the third time you’ve wet the bed though.” He pulled down her soaked shorts and panties and bundled them up with the soaked pad. “Maybe I should make you an appointment with the vet today.” She whimpered and shook her head, but her pleas went unanswered. “Well, c’mon, let’s get you in the bath.” He picked her up under her arms and carried her to the bathroom. She hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder. She wished she could stay wrapped in his arms and scent, but all too soon he set her down on the bathmat and started stripping her the rest of the way.

 

She flinched when the faucet was turned on. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to her heightened hearing in this world. She stood off to the side waiting for the bathtub to fill when the running water made her bladder ache. What? Didn’t she pee enough in bed? She looked to him, but his back was turned, so she looked up at the large porcelain bowl and frowned. The lid was down. She was so short in this world she wondered if she could lift the lid by herself. She felt like the size of a small child and the toilet bowl went a little past her waist.

 

She tugged on the hem of his shirt. He looked down at her and smiled. “What’s the matter?” She tried to ask for help, but the words wouldn’t come as easily as they had in her last session. She figured it was because she had changed the difficulty setting. She pointed to the lid.

 

“Toi- toy-“ She tried to say.

 

“Hmm, you want bath toys?” He asked. She shook her head. She was beginning to feel desperate. She chalked it up to the running water. She shuffled her feet and kept pointing. “Do you need to go potty?” She nodded her head and blushed at his infantile language. He hadn’t treated her so young before, had he? She supposed she deserved it after wetting his bed three times in a row apparently.

 

He lifted the lid for her. He was about to help her up, but she quickly launched herself up and on. “It’s a little big, isn’t it?” He turned his back as he shut off the water.

 

“Yeah,” she agreed. She breathed a sigh of relief. She almost hadn’t made it in time. She relaxed and leaned back. A big mistake. She yelped and whimpered as she felt herself fall in. He turned back around to find her stuck, legs and elbows the only things keeping her from contact with the water.

 

He quickly grabbed her and held her in his arms. She whimpered as her body trembled. “Aw, you poor thing. You’re shaking. It’s okay; I’ve got you. Did that scare you?”

 

“Y-yes.” She whimpered. It was silly, she knew, but her heart hammered inside her chest. It was like she had never felt so scared in her life. So what if her butt got a little wet?

 

“It’s okay, I get scared when I fall too. Even when I just feel like I’m falling.” He explained as he rubbed her back. “Sometimes right when I’m about to fall asleep, my body will jump and it feels like I’m falling. It’s scary.” She nodded her head. For a NPC, he sure knew a lot about the little things. “I’m going to put you in the water now, okay?”

 

“Okay,” she squeaked. He set her down in the warm bath water where she finally settled down.

 

He chuckled when he poured a cup of warm water over her head while she lapped up the water cascading down her face. She regretted doing the same when he rinsed the suds out of her hair. Jen made a displeased face as she tried to scrape the taste out of her mouth.

 

“We need to go shopping today. I’ll try and find you something to help with the toilet situation. In the mean time, go ahead and use the pads. I don’t want you falling in and getting hurt.” He said. He put a towel on her head and began to dry her hair, but when he lifted the towel away, he was greeted with large orange eyes giving him the puppy dog stare. He chuckled, tapped her on the nose, and got her dressed.

 

Breakfast was amazing as usual. He made her a whole plate of meat and she didn’t feel the least bit remorseful for the animal critters she was ingesting. Since it wasn’t real, she figured it was okay. Once again, she inhaled her food and was left staring at her owner enjoying his. He shook his head and grinned when he saw her pleading, desperate gaze.

 

After the dishes were done, and he was showered and dressed, he announced it was time to go. Her tail wagged back and forth in a flurry of excitement at the prospect of riding in the car. Her excitement only grew when he cinched her purple bedazzled collar around her neck. And then she felt…funny. She starred off into space as she ran her finger along the faux leather. He seemed to pick up on her change of attitude.

 

“You alright?” His large green eyes were full of concern.

 

“Yeah,” she answered after a moment of hesitation. She snapped herself out of her daze and smiled.

 

“Just making sure.” He said giving her a pat on her head. There it was again. How strange. He frowned and mumbled something about making an appointment, but all she noticed was his hand on her head. It felt…better than usual. She closed the gap between them and hugged onto his leg. “You’re acting a bit odd, you sure you’re okay?” She nodded her head as he rubbed her back. It felt so good; she wanted to be rubbed more. If she were a cat she’d be purring like an engine. She blushed when a strange yap escaped her lips. She broke apart as her senses returned. Maybe she was enjoying this a little too much.

 

“If you’re sure you’re okay.” He said. He took a few steps towards the door before stopping to ponder something. “Before you get in my car, please try going potty.”

 

Her face flushed as she remembered the last time she rode in his car. She had gotten a little too excited and leaked. She nodded her head in agreement and began walking towards the bathroom, but froze when he called after her. “Use the pad until we figure out the toilet situation.” She pouted, but he remained unmoved. She stared at the white mat in the corner of the room in distaste, but the scent of pine beckoned her forward.

 

She figured she’d compromise and move it behind the coffee table for some privacy, but when she tugged on the mat it wouldn’t budge. There was adhesive on the backside and her little arms couldn’t pull it up.

 

Her saw her trying to move the mat. “Go, Jenny,” he said.

 

She scowled. The pine scent was wrecking havoc on her. The animal side of her was coming out. She needed to own that matt. There was only one way to do it. Jen looked down as she felt her shorts growing warm.

 

She squeaked and crossed her legs. Why? She hadn’t had to go that bad! She grabbed at her crotch and doubled over. He came over to see what the problem was. He moved her hands and quickly pulled her shorts down for her, but the damage was already done. Jen squatted over the matt to finish, but her shorts had caught most of it. He didn’t say anything to her, but she heard him talking on the phone a few minutes later.

 

When he came back out, he held a wet rag in his hands along with another pair of shorts and undies. He helped her clean up while she hung her head down in shame. “We’re going to make a pit stop on the way to the store.” He didn’t say anything more. He didn’t have to. She knew he was taking her to the vet.

 

The car ride passed in silence. She didn’t really understand why she felt so anxious. Much more so than she would if she were going to see her regular physician. She chalked it up to fear of the unknown- until she remembered the warning about chemical manipulation. The game was playing with her emotions. She tried to remind herself she could log out any time she wanted to, but she knew she didn’t want to. She wanted to see where this would go.

 

She smiled when he attached her leash to the collar and walked her inside. Even if it was silly, she felt a little bit of pride being his dog. It was as if she was showing him off on the other end of the leash.

The first thing she noticed when they walked through the door was the smell. The scent of every animal, past and present, that had been here lingered in the lobby. She felt the need to sniff every chair and every person sitting in them before he guided her over to the front desk.

The lobby was loud. She could hear several voices talking amongst themselves. When he finished the paperwork he led towards a group of free chairs. She looked around and that’s when she noticed it. She could hear voices, but the people were silent. What she heard were the animals. How cool, she thought. She hadn’t realized she could speak to the animals in the game.

 

She glanced around the room taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. Her tongue hung out her mouth as she panted. To her left was a rather large woman with a tiny teacup Chihuahua trembling in her lap. The dog was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit she had ever seen complete with red skirt and beads to match its owner’s outfit. It had a miserable look on its face. “Kill me now.” It grumbled.

 

She smiled sympathetically as she sat in the plastic chair, kicking her dangling legs in the air as a way of displacing her anxiety. She watched her legs and wondered when the last time she was able to  sit in a chair and not touch the ground with her feet. It had to have been 10 to 12 years at least.

 

Jenny looked up when she heard the front door open. In walked a man who appeared to be in his mid 40’s with a grey newspaper boy hat and thick mustache. He carried in his arms a black crate with many holes in it and sat down beside her after checking in at the front desk. She moved her head a bit closer and peeked into the dark crate through the holes. A small pair of green eyes met her curious glance followed by a hiss. Before she could stop herself, a low growl emanated from deep inside her chest. The man with the box quickly moved the crate to his other side and gave her a sharp glare.

 

“Be nice,” Jenny’s master said. She hung her head and whimpered. He patted her hair as a way to say all was well. Jenny went back to kicking her legs while stealing occasional glances at the hunched up fur ball inside the crate.

 

Whimpering filled the room as a lady came in dragging a very distressed German Shepherd by the leash. She appeared to be struggling as tried to pull him in with both hands. The large dog wasn’t having it. He dug his paws into the ground and tried to grab onto anything he could to prevent himself from being pulled in. “No, please! Don’t do it!” The dog begged in a voice only Jenny could understand. “I promise, I’ll never look at another female again! Please don’t chop them off!”

 

“Jenny and Jeremy.” Another voice called out, stealing Jen’s attention away from the fighting dog.

 

“That’s us.” He said standing up. She wondered who Jeremy was for a second until she realized that was her master. She remained frozen in her seat. “It’ll be okay; I promise.” He coaxed, but Jenny remained paralyzed. He picked her up and carried her towards the back as she buried her face into his neck.

 

“Looks like we have a shy one.” The voice from before said. She peeked her head out from the crook of his neck to see a young man in his twenties dressed in green scrubs. The vet tech motioned for Jeremy to set her down on the scale. After he got her weight, he had her stand up as tall as she could against the wall as something came down on top of her head. He marked down her measurements on his tablet before motioning for them to follow him.

 

He led them into the second examination room while Jeremy set her down on a cold metal table.  “Now I just need to get her temperature,” He said. Jenny stretched out her arm so he could scan her chip, but instead he came towards her with a strange looking device. “Open your mouth, please.” She did as he said while he stuck something metal under her tongue.

 

It felt odd and uncomfortable. She wondered how long she’d have to wait, until finally it beeped. He pulled it out of her mouth and scowled. “Sorry, it didn’t work. I have to do it again.” He put the object back under her tongue and again it displayed an error message. And again. And again. “I’m sorry, it looks like the anthro thermometers broken. Let me go ask the vet what he wants to do. Might have to use the regular dog thermometer.”

 

“I hope not.” Jeremy said with a frown after the tech left. He turned to her and said, “I’m sorry about this, Jenny. I’ll try and get you out of this, but if worse comes to worse, will you promise to be a brave girl?” She didn’t like the sound if this one bit.

 

The vet tech came back a few seconds later, apologized, and announced he’d have to use the dog thermometer.

 

“Can you just not take her temperature?” Jeremy asked. The tech shook his head and explained the vet needed it in order to make a proper diagnosis. She didn’t like how serious her master looked right now. She let out a whine, unsure what was going on. 

 

He positioned her on the table in the doggy down position, with her head and arms down in front of her and her butt high in the air as she sat on her knees. It wasn’t until she felt the back of her shorts getting pulled down did she realize what was going on. That’s when she tried to make a break for it. She hopped off the table while the tech was lubricating the thermometer and made a mad dash out the door.

 

“WE GOT A RUNNER!” She heard yelled behind her. She tried to run into the lobby, but found her way blocked by the secretary. She turned and tried to hide in one of the rooms when she found her master behind her not looking pleased. He knelt down in front of her. She was about to yell log out, but his words made her stop.

 

“If you get this over with, we’ll go get a hamburger later.”

 

Was he seriously trying to bribe her with food? How dumb did he think she was?

“A hamburger with bacon on it. Lot’s of bacon.”  
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“Now was that so bad?” The vet tech asked as he removed the thermometer from her bottom. She whimpered and nodded her head as she squeezed Jeremy’s hands.

 

“You did good! It’s all over now!” He said pressing his forehead against hers. “You feel a little warm.”

 

“She’s running a slight fever.” The tech said while tossing his gloves in the trash. Jeremy made a pouty face at her before giving her a hug. She sniffled and threw her arms around him. “Uh-oh, let me get a rag.” He said. They both looked to find the table covered in urine. She whimpered again in embarrassment. “It’s okay, it happens.” He said. “At least your shorts were off.”

 

When the vet came in, he introduced himself and began asking Jeremy questions. He tried to explain the situation as best he could. Unknown to Jenny, her character had been having several accidents lately. Daytime and night.  Along with seeming out of sorts and distracted, he thought it best to have her get a check up. The vet nodded his head and listened before asking more questions.

 

“Had she already had all of her shots?” She was relieved to find the answer a yes. “Has she been fixed?”

 

Jeremy shook his head, before explaining she was too young. She breathed a sigh of relief as she imagined Jeremy pulling her by the leash while she dug into the floor like that German Shepard from earlier. He asked how old she was, to which he replied, “four months.” And then the examination came.

 

He looked in her ears, and the back of her throat. He listened to her heart and felt her joints. And then he started examining things a little further south. She growled when she felt a hand touch her down below. He then gave her a clean bill of health.

 

“Then what’s causing the problems?” Jeremy asked.

 

“All perfectly normal symptoms for a puppy about to go into heat.”

 

The look on Jeremy’s face explained it all. He hadn’t been expecting it either. “I thought dogs didn’t go into heat until 6 months -especially anthro’s.”

 

“Smaller breeds can start around 4 months, but yes, she’s an early bloomer. All the signs are there though. Increased urination, spaced out behavior, mild fever, swollen vu-“

 

“So what do we do about it?” Jeremy asked cutting him off. He seemed about as reluctant to talk about her lady parts as she was.

 

“Well, if the wettings are persistent, I’d suggest getting some puppy pants. They’re like the pads, but she can wear them underneath her clothes and pull them up and down. They especially help with the discharge. Now it’s important not to breed her with other dogs until at least her third cycle. If symptoms become unmanageable for her until then, you can do one of several options. You can teach her how to relieve herself, you can give her medicine to help temporarily suppress her urges, or you can help relieve her urges yourself.”

 

And there’s the mature content, Jenny thought with a sigh.

 

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