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Third story, which is alt pov for the previous story. ~4500 words
It was supposed to be released closed to the previous story, but it was only half finished and I didn't want to delay the other one.
Alan's side
The friday night party was in its peak, while Max stood to the side talking to his friend Alan. Max handed off the requested drug, Alan wanted to chill after his family decided to bother him again.
"You sure this stuff is the safest you could find?" Asked Alan.
Max rolled his eyes.
"As safe as can be. It was your call to try some drugs to relax, despite always declining when I offered."
"It was never a good time and I didn't need it. What's this stuff anyway?"
"Just some modified catnip, so it works on more than felines. Either way, it's yours now. Just read the note and have fun with it."
Max walked off, leaving Alan all by himself. There were already some other friends waiting for him and apparently, they've got some new stuff to try. Everyone in the group greeted him with a mix of hey, sup and yo. Some of them already looked high and kinda out of it.
"So what was it that you've got? Apparently it's good and original and all that, but you were vague." Said Max.
"It's this. Saved you two to try." Said Lily as she handed off a ziplock bag with two bone treats.
"Looks like something you'd give to a dog." Said Max as he looked over the bag in his hand.
"And it will make you feel like one!" Said Chris as he leaned on Max's shoulder.
Without further questions, Max shrugged and grabbed one of the "treats" to shove into his mouth. It tasted like oil and unidentified meat, with the texture of soft powder candy. Not the best first impression, but the effect made up for it. Max felt like his brain power went down and got replaced by pure endorphin.
"Ok, that's NEW and I've tested a lot of weird drugs." Said Max, while cleaning the remnants of the drug from his teeth.
"Used to be a test drug to speed up Pavlovian response or something and now it got adjusted for better use. Finally found something new before you." Grinned Chris in victory.
Max, Lily, Chris and a few more friends, talked with each other, drank alcohol and shared other drugs, like trading collectible cards. It lasted for hours, until Lily turned to Max.
"So, wanna get more of those treats, Max? You probably won't get those for weeks, unless you do it soon."
"Yeah, sure. The party is falling apart anyway. Is it far?" Asked Max.
"Nah, 5 minute walk. I'll lead the way, cause I'm leaving and it's on the way."
Max nodded and then the two of them left the party. Max didn't see Alan, so he sent him a text. After walking for a few minutes, they got to the spot.
"Just walk in and hand this off. Cya." Lily handed Max a note.
"Alright, cya Lily."
Max turned to the door and walked in. It didn't take long for him to get a few small bags of the drug. He took out the leftover treat from the party and ate it on the way home. I felt like a nice and happy energy boost for the walk ahead.
Max entered the apartment building and rode the elevator up to his floor. Inside his apartment, he looked at time and decided to quickly wash up after the party. The new drugs went into his stash for the time being. It didn't take long, until he was done and laid in bed.
"Eh, one more."
He fished out the bag and got one treat onto his hand and into his mouth. He let the effect kick in, while laying down and drifting off to sleep.
Max woke up to a day of Saturday freedom and testing his new "toy". It wasn't that strong, so it seemed perfectly fine to use whenever. He made simple sandwiches and ate them in his bed, while looking at his phone. Afterwards, he dressed up and grabbed anything he needed when going out, including the inconspicuous bag of bone shaped drugs. Outside, he just wandered around, with no particular goal in mind, until he passed by a pet store. That gave him an idea for some roleplay to go with the treats. He always liked that type of thing.
Inside, he looked for the "props", such as a collar, leash, set of pet bowls and a tennis ball. He paid, packed all of it and walked out like nothing happened. Another piece was taken from the bag and placed in Max's mouth.
"The taste is not that bad, after getting used to it." Said Max under his breath, while feeling the effects.
He wandered around for a few more hours, before getting takeout for dinner at home and walking back, before food went cold. Back at his place, he sat down on the sofa in front of the TV and ate. For post dinner dessert, Max took another treat and continued chilling on the sofa.
The Sun has set, meaning Max could try out the stuff he bought at the pet store. It's the perfect opportunity, while his roommate was still out for a couple days. First, he wrapped the collar around his neck and locked it securely, then the leash was clipped onto the D-ring. Without waiting, he grabbed a treat and ate it. A nice fog of happiness came over his mind, making all problems disappear for a moment. The collar and leash added a bonus layer of complexity to it, a feeling of belonging and security only found in this scenario.
However, the duration of it was probably the biggest downside that troubled Max. The effect was novel and satisfying, but being pulled out of it created a void to be filled. It wasn't a good idea to use too much in one day, so Max relented. After all, it was just a quick test on increasing the immersion with props. He sighed and took off the collar for today, causing the emptiness to become more pronounced. Before going to sleep, Max got high on something else and played some games, thinking that was a solution to the need for more treats.
While making breakfast, Max felt a new type of withdrawal, if it could be called that. This was not the first time he got too eager to test a new drug and ended up with a withdrawal, but he was used to overcoming it and got over it fast. But this one? Just like the new high, the side effect of overusing it was also new. Still, he was confident in himself for the time being, it was just a drug like any other.
As Max was keeping himself distracted playing games, a nagging feeling at the back of his head was urging him to put on the collar and take a treat. The weird part of this feeling was the collar being its own need. It wasn't just a prop anymore, it was its own drug. At that moment Max took another mild drug to deal with his own desires and went back to playing. Unfortunately that didn't help at all, despite always working for him with all previous withdrawal symptoms. A thought that this feeling wasn't just a symptom went through his head, but he had no basis for it. In fact all he had for proof was the lack of it.
In a moment of weakness, Max changed his approach to reducing the dose over time, a solution he knew but never really used. A treat laid in his hand, tempting and mocking him. With a swing of his arm, he almost threw it onto his tongue. He chewed slowly with low pressure, making it change shape between his teeth, until losing its integrity and falling apart. He savoured the taste, after all, it would be the last treat for a while. His eyes stayed half lidded, while the brain capacity went lower and happiness higher.
Instead of going back to gaming, Max changed his shirt and rushed outside to get some fresh air before dinner and leave the treats away from reach. The high that lasted a minute at best before, was now going for its fifth minute. Nearby park was the perfect place to sit down and relax, with the eyes of other park goers making him appear normal. Two minutes into the high, it stopped and wasn't nagging him for more yet. However, a new need appeared in its place, one that stayed in the subconscious. The need for attention.
The time to grab food was approaching, so Max went into a diner to pick something out. A stable new to the window was free, so he sat down and looked at the menu. A waitress came over to the table after giving Max the needed time.
"What can I get you today?" She asked with a smile.
"Just a burger and black coffee."
"Alright, I'll be right back." She noted it and left.
Max had time to think, before his food was ready and he already knew what to think about. The moment the waitress talked and smiled at him, he felt something similar to the high he experienced from the treats. An almost sickly happiness, that numbed his brain or the other way around. Max though the high went away already, but either something made it spark or-
"Here's your burger and coffee, call me if you need something."
"Thank you." Noded Max.
He was left alone to focus on the food, which made the last thought slip away. The burger was good, which he already knew, since it's not his first time in the diner. All the calories, combined with caffeine from the coffee, straightened up Max's brain for the time being. However, the need for attention was still subconsciously present and made him act up on it. He paid for food and drink and walked out to make a call.
Max pulled out his phone and went into contacts, to pick someone close to talk to. His roommate Will would most likely realise something is off and chew him out for trying some new drug without thinking. Besides, he was probably busy with his grandfather right now. Next pick was Alan, who was probably at home as usual on Sunday and the catnip drug he received was a good excuse to talk if needed. Max pressed the call button and waited, until Alan picked up.
"Hey, you need something?" Asked Alan.
Max suddenly felt weird when hearing Alan's voice. There were butterflies in his stomach and his heartbeat went up. It was just like with the waitress, but stronger. He collected himself quickly to focus on replying.
"Hey man, just checking up on you. How's the stuff I got you?" Max replies and immediately used the catnip excuse.
"It's working, that's for sure."
Again, his body reacted to his friend's voice. Something was clearly up and there was no need to pull Alan into it.
"Uhh... good to know, that's all I needed. Got to go."
Max pressed his back against the wall and took a deep breath, holding it as if infusing it with inner turmoil and releasing it. He didn't know what to do with the sudden jump in energy, but he somehow knew he wasn't physically able to. The drug felt like it held the solution, which made no logical sense whatsoever, but the gut feeling made it apparent. It's like someone else in his brain knew what to do and tried to slip him in a cheat sheet. Max pushed himself off the wall and turned towards his apartment. He needed a treat right now.
A neighbour greeted him on the way to the elevator and he nodded a greeting back, despite wanting to do more than that. The ride up felt like the time had slowed down, causing Max to double check if he didn't press the button to the top floor by accident. The elevator door slid open and he marched down the corridor. He was so close.
Max went in and locked the door shut in a hurry. All the things he had in his pocket were taken out and thrown to the bed, with too much force. This caused his phone to bounce off the bed and fall behind it, but he didn't even notice. The treats were right there, but he had one more step to do before eating them. He grabbed the collar and placed it on his neck, causing a high of its own. The feeling of belonging and obedience, he's never experienced before. With preparation done, he fished out one treat and flicked it up into the air, to catch into his mouth. As the stupidity came over him, he repeated the mouth catch two more times.
The effects of the drug were stronger than ever, even for a triple dose. Not that Max cared, while he got a "prop" from a pet store he didn't use yet: a tennis ball. It's just a simple spherical item, but right now it seemed like the most fun thing in the apartment, even more than the treats. At first it started normally with throwing the ball up into the air and bouncing it off walls. Then he got more into it and threw the ball at random, only to go to it and bring it to the starting point. Eventually, all reservations disappeared and Max took the ball into his hands and bit on it. He couldn't really get a good bite, but attempts were enough to make him feel good... too good.
The sensation sent a shiver down his spine and all of a sudden something was painfully pressing into his pants. Without much thinking, he instinctively grabbed the rim of his pants and pulled them lower and released something. Max sat on the floor and looked through his shoulder to see what was moving behind him. Something furry moved into vision and then moved away, only to come back and move away again, over and over. He tried to grab it, but failed a couple times, until it was finally in his grasp. Upon inspection, it turned out to be a tail with a dark brown top and tan bottom.
What should have alarmed Max, was instead making the tail wag even more. Thinking under the drug haze in his head, made it appear as a part of him, one he needed to express himself. With another treat to munch on, he resumed playing with the ball, until hunger made him stop. In the kitchen, he looked through the fridge and found a pack of yummy hotdogs. For a moment he considered cooking them, but the idea itself felt bothersome, when all he had to do was tear the package and get the sausages out. Before he got to eat the semi-meat, he spotted the pair of flat pet bowls he left on the counter yesterday.
Without thinking much, Max dumped the hotdogs into one of the bowls and ate from it, hands free. There wasn't really a reason to use the bowls, since the mess was the same, but it felt more appropriate to do so. Afterwards he grabbed the second bowl and filled it with water and set it on the counter, next to the other bowl. The goal was to wash down the food, but it wasn't very effective to just lick the water, despite wanting to. In the end, he compromised and shoved his face into the water to drink.
Despite still being early, Max's eyes started to close by themselves. It's like the food sapped out all his energy for the day. Thinking about just a short nap, he took one more treat, laid down on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately. By the time Max woke up, it was already Monday.
He needed a while to collect his thoughts, as his head felt all weird and sluggish the harder he tried. Max sat up and reached out to where he usually left the phone, but it wasn't there. Chances are he is running late with work, but... he doesn't feel like going at all. Work just doesn't seem important right now and he can't really think straight anyway. Better not to be a problem and make somebody shout at him for making mistakes.
Max slipped out of bed and started making breakfast by pure instincts. He grabbed the still hotdog covered pet bowl, poured cornflakes in, added a few treats and covered it in milk. A poor mockery of cereal stood before him on the counter and made him drool. He licked his lips and overly long teeth and started crunching the mix of cereal and treats, while the milk splattered around the counter. Satisfied by the meal, he wagged his tail and licked his lips again to clean the mess, while leaving the one on the kitchen counter.
Despite the amount of the drug he just ate, the morning fog in his head didn't get worse, just filled with excitement. Max went into the bathroom next to relieve himself and on the way out, he stopped at the sink. There was something wrong with the darkened nose and mix of dark brown and tan in his overgrown hair, but he couldn't figure out what. Instead he ran the water in the sink and lapped it up with his tongue to cool off.
With all his needs satisfied, he wanted to spend his now seemingly bottomless energy. He put on his shoes to get out for a jog, but they were uncomfortable around his toes. In the end, he took them off and decided to go in the socks he hadn't removed since yesterday. After grabbing the tennis ball at the last moment, he went outside towards the park.
People looked at him all weird and concerned, but he registered it as attention he needed. At some point the socks fell off somewhere on the sidewalk, but honestly, it was an improvement for his feet. The exposed rough padding on his soles and dull claws were much more suited for walking and even more for the future run in the park. Max took in the fresh air of the park and felt excited to smell more stuff as he jogged. Max spent hours running, sniffing things and throwing the ball all over the park. There was some disappointment when people didn't want to throw the ball for him or when he fetched the frisbee before some other dog. In all cases they gave him a stare and walked away in a hurry. He didn't take it personally though, since he knew he was acting good.
After playing and running for so long, it was already way past dinner time and Max's stomach was punishing him for negligence with hunger. Since he took no money with him, buying food wasn't a possibility, even if he was smart enough to think of it. With seemingly no options left, he headed home by the usual route. However on this route was also the diner, which presented another option as he passed by. It wasn't the diner itself, but the unattended garbage container behind it, full of yummy smelling things.
Max propped himself on the wall of the container and started picking out the best stuff. A couple fries here, a charred burger patty there and other leftovers or failed meals. With his tummy full, he was satisfied, with the only need being some treats for dessert. Due to that, he still went home instead of playing more outside.
He got to the apartment building and got into an elevator, but the numbers on buttons didn't make sense to him anymore. Max hoped for a neighbour to help him out, but nobody came for far too long to wait longer. Instead of using the elevator, he went to the stairs and climbed them up on all fours, with his ball barely hanging on in his teeth. Figuring out which floor he needed was still an issue, but he solved it by finding the distinct smell of his place.
The first thing he did inside the apartment was getting the remaining treats and greedily eating all of them. After that, he threw his shirt off, releasing the fur that covered his torso, tan on the stomach, dark brown on the back. Clothes were bothering him for a while now, so having one less article made him want to continue. The pants and underwear were already barely holding anyway, as the tail forced them to stay low. All it took for them to fall was a bit of shaking on all fours.
Now all he had left on his body for protection, was fur and a collar. The need for a nap came back, just like yesterday, but Max forced himself to stay active just a bit longer. He walked to the sink on all fours and tried drinking, but the faucet refused to move. Or rather his hands couldn't get a proper grip, especially with the sink being higher. Max notices there was still the bowl of water on the counter, which made his half canine ears perk up with hope. Unfortunately the clumsy goof he was now, grabbed the bowl and made it spill everything onto the floor. He whined briefly in guilt, before licking water from the floor and going to the rug under the bed. Perfect place to sleep at, since the bed felt off limits now.
Next morning, Max yawned with his muzzle and stretched his legs as they gave a few satisfying pops. He made a single attempt at standing up like a person, before getting back to his paws as he should be. There was nobody to give him a bowl of food, so he went to the kitchen himself. He scratched at the door on the fridge, making no progress whatsoever and producing small frustrated barks. Eventually something clicked in his head and he bit the handle, while backing up with his whole body. The fridge opened and Max quickly walked in the way of the door, before it closed again.
It took some work to get to the top shelf where all the meat was, but all the goodies there were worth the effort. He threw out some packs of sliced meat onto the floor for later and a larger piece of ham for now. Max let the door close and begun eating. The ham got slightly dry after few days and the slices took a lot of additional work to chew through the plastic package, but it was delicious. When he finished, thirst came over him, but there wasn't anything to drink anymore. The sink was too high and the last bit of water from the bowl already dried up on the kitchen floor.
Max went to the bathroom, where the sink was in a better spot. Unfortunately, while the spot was indeed lower, the round valve wouldn't budge even from his teeth biting it. Another solution presented itself to the right, where the toilet stood. Max approached it and nearly started drinking, but the remaining dignity stopped him in time. This turned out to be a blessing, since the bathtub was both easy to access and turn the valve. With a twist of his muzzle, the water flowed from the faucet, giving fresh and cool hydration.
With the water still running, Max jumped out of the tub and shook off some water that clung to his fur. Now all matters were handled, allowing the canine to go outside to play. However the moment he approached the door, he felt a mental block stopping him. A dog is not supposed to go out without an owner, even if he doesn't have one right now. Max doesn't want to be a bad dog... or at least not that bad. Instead he entertained himself with what was in the apartment.
The ball lasted an hour, but he already played with it yesterday and throwing it himself didn't scratch the itch for fun. His attention moved to the spare shoes next to the door, perfect for chewing and filled with various smells. Poor shoes lasted for a while, until they were all chewed through, by the german shepherd's jaw. The exchange of destruction for entertainment continued, bringing an end to another pair of shoes, sofa pillow and a bunch of clothes. Eventually that also became boring, so Max took a nap.
When he woke up, he was hungry, but there was no good food left. At that moment Max could only think about someone bringing him a bowl full of chow, but there was nobody there. He lowered his ears and tail, while going to the bathroom, to at least drink water from the tub. The growls in his stomach made the time pass both fast and slow as he paced around the room. The lack of food, walkies and attention made Max feel neglected and sad, yearning for an owner to take care of him. Finally the day was coming to a close, as the sun outside the window had set and darkness covered the apartment. With that, he laid to sleep next to the bed.
Suddenly, Max was woken up by the door opening. The light was barely falling through the window, meaning it still wasn't morning yet. Max stood up and ran to the door, expecting an intruder, but the smell carried in the draft was familiar. The sight of his roommate Will made him wag his tail like never before and bark repeatedly. Surprised Will tried to calm the dog, before it could throw him to the floor.
"Calm down doggie, calm down. What are you doing here? Max I'm back, wake up and tell me why is there a dog here! You left the door unlocked too!"
The dog barked back, when the name was mentioned, but it wasn't suspicious yet, since it was barking since the start. Will went to Max's room and found an empty bed and torn clothes.
"Where is he? Ugh, you made quite a mess here buddy."
Will went around to look for a sight of Max, while Max followed him. There was even more mess to be found, the bowls, plastic packages and running water in the tub, but no Max. While cleaning up, there was a bag that seemed different. Will read the small sticker on it: treats, dog brain drug. He looked at the panting dog next to him and put two and two together.
"No wonder your phone was unavailable. This is probably the biggest stunt you've pulled."
Will lowered himself to look into Max's eyes.
"Anything in your defence?" Said Will.
"Woof!~" Said Max.
Max's stomach growled and with pleading eyes, he whined. It was clear he was hungry and Will was the only person to fix it.
Will sighed.
"Wait here."
Ten minutes later, Will was back with dog food from a store and placed it in a bowl. While Max was demolishing the food, Will poured water in the other bowl and called Alan. No answer.
"That can't be good."
After an hour of making sure nothing bad can happen, Will left Max in his room and headed out to Alan, expecting a similar result.
It was supposed to be released closed to the previous story, but it was only half finished and I didn't want to delay the other one.
Alan's side
The friday night party was in its peak, while Max stood to the side talking to his friend Alan. Max handed off the requested drug, Alan wanted to chill after his family decided to bother him again.
"You sure this stuff is the safest you could find?" Asked Alan.
Max rolled his eyes.
"As safe as can be. It was your call to try some drugs to relax, despite always declining when I offered."
"It was never a good time and I didn't need it. What's this stuff anyway?"
"Just some modified catnip, so it works on more than felines. Either way, it's yours now. Just read the note and have fun with it."
Max walked off, leaving Alan all by himself. There were already some other friends waiting for him and apparently, they've got some new stuff to try. Everyone in the group greeted him with a mix of hey, sup and yo. Some of them already looked high and kinda out of it.
"So what was it that you've got? Apparently it's good and original and all that, but you were vague." Said Max.
"It's this. Saved you two to try." Said Lily as she handed off a ziplock bag with two bone treats.
"Looks like something you'd give to a dog." Said Max as he looked over the bag in his hand.
"And it will make you feel like one!" Said Chris as he leaned on Max's shoulder.
Without further questions, Max shrugged and grabbed one of the "treats" to shove into his mouth. It tasted like oil and unidentified meat, with the texture of soft powder candy. Not the best first impression, but the effect made up for it. Max felt like his brain power went down and got replaced by pure endorphin.
"Ok, that's NEW and I've tested a lot of weird drugs." Said Max, while cleaning the remnants of the drug from his teeth.
"Used to be a test drug to speed up Pavlovian response or something and now it got adjusted for better use. Finally found something new before you." Grinned Chris in victory.
Max, Lily, Chris and a few more friends, talked with each other, drank alcohol and shared other drugs, like trading collectible cards. It lasted for hours, until Lily turned to Max.
"So, wanna get more of those treats, Max? You probably won't get those for weeks, unless you do it soon."
"Yeah, sure. The party is falling apart anyway. Is it far?" Asked Max.
"Nah, 5 minute walk. I'll lead the way, cause I'm leaving and it's on the way."
Max nodded and then the two of them left the party. Max didn't see Alan, so he sent him a text. After walking for a few minutes, they got to the spot.
"Just walk in and hand this off. Cya." Lily handed Max a note.
"Alright, cya Lily."
Max turned to the door and walked in. It didn't take long for him to get a few small bags of the drug. He took out the leftover treat from the party and ate it on the way home. I felt like a nice and happy energy boost for the walk ahead.
Max entered the apartment building and rode the elevator up to his floor. Inside his apartment, he looked at time and decided to quickly wash up after the party. The new drugs went into his stash for the time being. It didn't take long, until he was done and laid in bed.
"Eh, one more."
He fished out the bag and got one treat onto his hand and into his mouth. He let the effect kick in, while laying down and drifting off to sleep.
Max woke up to a day of Saturday freedom and testing his new "toy". It wasn't that strong, so it seemed perfectly fine to use whenever. He made simple sandwiches and ate them in his bed, while looking at his phone. Afterwards, he dressed up and grabbed anything he needed when going out, including the inconspicuous bag of bone shaped drugs. Outside, he just wandered around, with no particular goal in mind, until he passed by a pet store. That gave him an idea for some roleplay to go with the treats. He always liked that type of thing.
Inside, he looked for the "props", such as a collar, leash, set of pet bowls and a tennis ball. He paid, packed all of it and walked out like nothing happened. Another piece was taken from the bag and placed in Max's mouth.
"The taste is not that bad, after getting used to it." Said Max under his breath, while feeling the effects.
He wandered around for a few more hours, before getting takeout for dinner at home and walking back, before food went cold. Back at his place, he sat down on the sofa in front of the TV and ate. For post dinner dessert, Max took another treat and continued chilling on the sofa.
The Sun has set, meaning Max could try out the stuff he bought at the pet store. It's the perfect opportunity, while his roommate was still out for a couple days. First, he wrapped the collar around his neck and locked it securely, then the leash was clipped onto the D-ring. Without waiting, he grabbed a treat and ate it. A nice fog of happiness came over his mind, making all problems disappear for a moment. The collar and leash added a bonus layer of complexity to it, a feeling of belonging and security only found in this scenario.
However, the duration of it was probably the biggest downside that troubled Max. The effect was novel and satisfying, but being pulled out of it created a void to be filled. It wasn't a good idea to use too much in one day, so Max relented. After all, it was just a quick test on increasing the immersion with props. He sighed and took off the collar for today, causing the emptiness to become more pronounced. Before going to sleep, Max got high on something else and played some games, thinking that was a solution to the need for more treats.
While making breakfast, Max felt a new type of withdrawal, if it could be called that. This was not the first time he got too eager to test a new drug and ended up with a withdrawal, but he was used to overcoming it and got over it fast. But this one? Just like the new high, the side effect of overusing it was also new. Still, he was confident in himself for the time being, it was just a drug like any other.
As Max was keeping himself distracted playing games, a nagging feeling at the back of his head was urging him to put on the collar and take a treat. The weird part of this feeling was the collar being its own need. It wasn't just a prop anymore, it was its own drug. At that moment Max took another mild drug to deal with his own desires and went back to playing. Unfortunately that didn't help at all, despite always working for him with all previous withdrawal symptoms. A thought that this feeling wasn't just a symptom went through his head, but he had no basis for it. In fact all he had for proof was the lack of it.
In a moment of weakness, Max changed his approach to reducing the dose over time, a solution he knew but never really used. A treat laid in his hand, tempting and mocking him. With a swing of his arm, he almost threw it onto his tongue. He chewed slowly with low pressure, making it change shape between his teeth, until losing its integrity and falling apart. He savoured the taste, after all, it would be the last treat for a while. His eyes stayed half lidded, while the brain capacity went lower and happiness higher.
Instead of going back to gaming, Max changed his shirt and rushed outside to get some fresh air before dinner and leave the treats away from reach. The high that lasted a minute at best before, was now going for its fifth minute. Nearby park was the perfect place to sit down and relax, with the eyes of other park goers making him appear normal. Two minutes into the high, it stopped and wasn't nagging him for more yet. However, a new need appeared in its place, one that stayed in the subconscious. The need for attention.
The time to grab food was approaching, so Max went into a diner to pick something out. A stable new to the window was free, so he sat down and looked at the menu. A waitress came over to the table after giving Max the needed time.
"What can I get you today?" She asked with a smile.
"Just a burger and black coffee."
"Alright, I'll be right back." She noted it and left.
Max had time to think, before his food was ready and he already knew what to think about. The moment the waitress talked and smiled at him, he felt something similar to the high he experienced from the treats. An almost sickly happiness, that numbed his brain or the other way around. Max though the high went away already, but either something made it spark or-
"Here's your burger and coffee, call me if you need something."
"Thank you." Noded Max.
He was left alone to focus on the food, which made the last thought slip away. The burger was good, which he already knew, since it's not his first time in the diner. All the calories, combined with caffeine from the coffee, straightened up Max's brain for the time being. However, the need for attention was still subconsciously present and made him act up on it. He paid for food and drink and walked out to make a call.
Max pulled out his phone and went into contacts, to pick someone close to talk to. His roommate Will would most likely realise something is off and chew him out for trying some new drug without thinking. Besides, he was probably busy with his grandfather right now. Next pick was Alan, who was probably at home as usual on Sunday and the catnip drug he received was a good excuse to talk if needed. Max pressed the call button and waited, until Alan picked up.
"Hey, you need something?" Asked Alan.
Max suddenly felt weird when hearing Alan's voice. There were butterflies in his stomach and his heartbeat went up. It was just like with the waitress, but stronger. He collected himself quickly to focus on replying.
"Hey man, just checking up on you. How's the stuff I got you?" Max replies and immediately used the catnip excuse.
"It's working, that's for sure."
Again, his body reacted to his friend's voice. Something was clearly up and there was no need to pull Alan into it.
"Uhh... good to know, that's all I needed. Got to go."
Max pressed his back against the wall and took a deep breath, holding it as if infusing it with inner turmoil and releasing it. He didn't know what to do with the sudden jump in energy, but he somehow knew he wasn't physically able to. The drug felt like it held the solution, which made no logical sense whatsoever, but the gut feeling made it apparent. It's like someone else in his brain knew what to do and tried to slip him in a cheat sheet. Max pushed himself off the wall and turned towards his apartment. He needed a treat right now.
A neighbour greeted him on the way to the elevator and he nodded a greeting back, despite wanting to do more than that. The ride up felt like the time had slowed down, causing Max to double check if he didn't press the button to the top floor by accident. The elevator door slid open and he marched down the corridor. He was so close.
Max went in and locked the door shut in a hurry. All the things he had in his pocket were taken out and thrown to the bed, with too much force. This caused his phone to bounce off the bed and fall behind it, but he didn't even notice. The treats were right there, but he had one more step to do before eating them. He grabbed the collar and placed it on his neck, causing a high of its own. The feeling of belonging and obedience, he's never experienced before. With preparation done, he fished out one treat and flicked it up into the air, to catch into his mouth. As the stupidity came over him, he repeated the mouth catch two more times.
The effects of the drug were stronger than ever, even for a triple dose. Not that Max cared, while he got a "prop" from a pet store he didn't use yet: a tennis ball. It's just a simple spherical item, but right now it seemed like the most fun thing in the apartment, even more than the treats. At first it started normally with throwing the ball up into the air and bouncing it off walls. Then he got more into it and threw the ball at random, only to go to it and bring it to the starting point. Eventually, all reservations disappeared and Max took the ball into his hands and bit on it. He couldn't really get a good bite, but attempts were enough to make him feel good... too good.
The sensation sent a shiver down his spine and all of a sudden something was painfully pressing into his pants. Without much thinking, he instinctively grabbed the rim of his pants and pulled them lower and released something. Max sat on the floor and looked through his shoulder to see what was moving behind him. Something furry moved into vision and then moved away, only to come back and move away again, over and over. He tried to grab it, but failed a couple times, until it was finally in his grasp. Upon inspection, it turned out to be a tail with a dark brown top and tan bottom.
What should have alarmed Max, was instead making the tail wag even more. Thinking under the drug haze in his head, made it appear as a part of him, one he needed to express himself. With another treat to munch on, he resumed playing with the ball, until hunger made him stop. In the kitchen, he looked through the fridge and found a pack of yummy hotdogs. For a moment he considered cooking them, but the idea itself felt bothersome, when all he had to do was tear the package and get the sausages out. Before he got to eat the semi-meat, he spotted the pair of flat pet bowls he left on the counter yesterday.
Without thinking much, Max dumped the hotdogs into one of the bowls and ate from it, hands free. There wasn't really a reason to use the bowls, since the mess was the same, but it felt more appropriate to do so. Afterwards he grabbed the second bowl and filled it with water and set it on the counter, next to the other bowl. The goal was to wash down the food, but it wasn't very effective to just lick the water, despite wanting to. In the end, he compromised and shoved his face into the water to drink.
Despite still being early, Max's eyes started to close by themselves. It's like the food sapped out all his energy for the day. Thinking about just a short nap, he took one more treat, laid down on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately. By the time Max woke up, it was already Monday.
He needed a while to collect his thoughts, as his head felt all weird and sluggish the harder he tried. Max sat up and reached out to where he usually left the phone, but it wasn't there. Chances are he is running late with work, but... he doesn't feel like going at all. Work just doesn't seem important right now and he can't really think straight anyway. Better not to be a problem and make somebody shout at him for making mistakes.
Max slipped out of bed and started making breakfast by pure instincts. He grabbed the still hotdog covered pet bowl, poured cornflakes in, added a few treats and covered it in milk. A poor mockery of cereal stood before him on the counter and made him drool. He licked his lips and overly long teeth and started crunching the mix of cereal and treats, while the milk splattered around the counter. Satisfied by the meal, he wagged his tail and licked his lips again to clean the mess, while leaving the one on the kitchen counter.
Despite the amount of the drug he just ate, the morning fog in his head didn't get worse, just filled with excitement. Max went into the bathroom next to relieve himself and on the way out, he stopped at the sink. There was something wrong with the darkened nose and mix of dark brown and tan in his overgrown hair, but he couldn't figure out what. Instead he ran the water in the sink and lapped it up with his tongue to cool off.
With all his needs satisfied, he wanted to spend his now seemingly bottomless energy. He put on his shoes to get out for a jog, but they were uncomfortable around his toes. In the end, he took them off and decided to go in the socks he hadn't removed since yesterday. After grabbing the tennis ball at the last moment, he went outside towards the park.
People looked at him all weird and concerned, but he registered it as attention he needed. At some point the socks fell off somewhere on the sidewalk, but honestly, it was an improvement for his feet. The exposed rough padding on his soles and dull claws were much more suited for walking and even more for the future run in the park. Max took in the fresh air of the park and felt excited to smell more stuff as he jogged. Max spent hours running, sniffing things and throwing the ball all over the park. There was some disappointment when people didn't want to throw the ball for him or when he fetched the frisbee before some other dog. In all cases they gave him a stare and walked away in a hurry. He didn't take it personally though, since he knew he was acting good.
After playing and running for so long, it was already way past dinner time and Max's stomach was punishing him for negligence with hunger. Since he took no money with him, buying food wasn't a possibility, even if he was smart enough to think of it. With seemingly no options left, he headed home by the usual route. However on this route was also the diner, which presented another option as he passed by. It wasn't the diner itself, but the unattended garbage container behind it, full of yummy smelling things.
Max propped himself on the wall of the container and started picking out the best stuff. A couple fries here, a charred burger patty there and other leftovers or failed meals. With his tummy full, he was satisfied, with the only need being some treats for dessert. Due to that, he still went home instead of playing more outside.
He got to the apartment building and got into an elevator, but the numbers on buttons didn't make sense to him anymore. Max hoped for a neighbour to help him out, but nobody came for far too long to wait longer. Instead of using the elevator, he went to the stairs and climbed them up on all fours, with his ball barely hanging on in his teeth. Figuring out which floor he needed was still an issue, but he solved it by finding the distinct smell of his place.
The first thing he did inside the apartment was getting the remaining treats and greedily eating all of them. After that, he threw his shirt off, releasing the fur that covered his torso, tan on the stomach, dark brown on the back. Clothes were bothering him for a while now, so having one less article made him want to continue. The pants and underwear were already barely holding anyway, as the tail forced them to stay low. All it took for them to fall was a bit of shaking on all fours.
Now all he had left on his body for protection, was fur and a collar. The need for a nap came back, just like yesterday, but Max forced himself to stay active just a bit longer. He walked to the sink on all fours and tried drinking, but the faucet refused to move. Or rather his hands couldn't get a proper grip, especially with the sink being higher. Max notices there was still the bowl of water on the counter, which made his half canine ears perk up with hope. Unfortunately the clumsy goof he was now, grabbed the bowl and made it spill everything onto the floor. He whined briefly in guilt, before licking water from the floor and going to the rug under the bed. Perfect place to sleep at, since the bed felt off limits now.
Next morning, Max yawned with his muzzle and stretched his legs as they gave a few satisfying pops. He made a single attempt at standing up like a person, before getting back to his paws as he should be. There was nobody to give him a bowl of food, so he went to the kitchen himself. He scratched at the door on the fridge, making no progress whatsoever and producing small frustrated barks. Eventually something clicked in his head and he bit the handle, while backing up with his whole body. The fridge opened and Max quickly walked in the way of the door, before it closed again.
It took some work to get to the top shelf where all the meat was, but all the goodies there were worth the effort. He threw out some packs of sliced meat onto the floor for later and a larger piece of ham for now. Max let the door close and begun eating. The ham got slightly dry after few days and the slices took a lot of additional work to chew through the plastic package, but it was delicious. When he finished, thirst came over him, but there wasn't anything to drink anymore. The sink was too high and the last bit of water from the bowl already dried up on the kitchen floor.
Max went to the bathroom, where the sink was in a better spot. Unfortunately, while the spot was indeed lower, the round valve wouldn't budge even from his teeth biting it. Another solution presented itself to the right, where the toilet stood. Max approached it and nearly started drinking, but the remaining dignity stopped him in time. This turned out to be a blessing, since the bathtub was both easy to access and turn the valve. With a twist of his muzzle, the water flowed from the faucet, giving fresh and cool hydration.
With the water still running, Max jumped out of the tub and shook off some water that clung to his fur. Now all matters were handled, allowing the canine to go outside to play. However the moment he approached the door, he felt a mental block stopping him. A dog is not supposed to go out without an owner, even if he doesn't have one right now. Max doesn't want to be a bad dog... or at least not that bad. Instead he entertained himself with what was in the apartment.
The ball lasted an hour, but he already played with it yesterday and throwing it himself didn't scratch the itch for fun. His attention moved to the spare shoes next to the door, perfect for chewing and filled with various smells. Poor shoes lasted for a while, until they were all chewed through, by the german shepherd's jaw. The exchange of destruction for entertainment continued, bringing an end to another pair of shoes, sofa pillow and a bunch of clothes. Eventually that also became boring, so Max took a nap.
When he woke up, he was hungry, but there was no good food left. At that moment Max could only think about someone bringing him a bowl full of chow, but there was nobody there. He lowered his ears and tail, while going to the bathroom, to at least drink water from the tub. The growls in his stomach made the time pass both fast and slow as he paced around the room. The lack of food, walkies and attention made Max feel neglected and sad, yearning for an owner to take care of him. Finally the day was coming to a close, as the sun outside the window had set and darkness covered the apartment. With that, he laid to sleep next to the bed.
Suddenly, Max was woken up by the door opening. The light was barely falling through the window, meaning it still wasn't morning yet. Max stood up and ran to the door, expecting an intruder, but the smell carried in the draft was familiar. The sight of his roommate Will made him wag his tail like never before and bark repeatedly. Surprised Will tried to calm the dog, before it could throw him to the floor.
"Calm down doggie, calm down. What are you doing here? Max I'm back, wake up and tell me why is there a dog here! You left the door unlocked too!"
The dog barked back, when the name was mentioned, but it wasn't suspicious yet, since it was barking since the start. Will went to Max's room and found an empty bed and torn clothes.
"Where is he? Ugh, you made quite a mess here buddy."
Will went around to look for a sight of Max, while Max followed him. There was even more mess to be found, the bowls, plastic packages and running water in the tub, but no Max. While cleaning up, there was a bag that seemed different. Will read the small sticker on it: treats, dog brain drug. He looked at the panting dog next to him and put two and two together.
"No wonder your phone was unavailable. This is probably the biggest stunt you've pulled."
Will lowered himself to look into Max's eyes.
"Anything in your defence?" Said Will.
"Woof!~" Said Max.
Max's stomach growled and with pleading eyes, he whined. It was clear he was hungry and Will was the only person to fix it.
Will sighed.
"Wait here."
Ten minutes later, Will was back with dog food from a store and placed it in a bowl. While Max was demolishing the food, Will poured water in the other bowl and called Alan. No answer.
"That can't be good."
After an hour of making sure nothing bad can happen, Will left Max in his room and headed out to Alan, expecting a similar result.
Category Story / Transformation
Species German Shepherd
Size 120 x 120px
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