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Quarantine Partner
🕑 Added 2020-04-09 13:00:03 +0000 UTCI thought I would deal just fine with the whole lockdown situation given I was used to only having my own company. I’d always liked to describe myself as introverted and even as a kid my parents had complained that I didn’t get out and socialise enough. Once the opportunity to actually leave my apartment and see other living human beings had been removed though, it was all I wanted to do. I knew I wasn’t alone either: I was receiving numerous text messages a day from friends who were desperately trying to stave away the boredom of being in quarantine on their own by trying out a new hobby or marathoning their favourite movies.
Somewhat shamefully I had spent a fair amount of time getting my rocks off. Several times a day I had a hand around my stiff rod, alternating between lazy strokes and desperate beating, as my mind explored all of its wildest fantasies. All of them involved one individual: my neighbor from across the hall, Steve. Blond hair, blue eyes and firm muscles - he was a real life Captain America and my friends had even nicknamed him Handsome Steve. They all knew about my crush on him and the fact he was gay only made things so much worse for me because I clung to that slim possibility that I might actually be in with a shot. Of course, the guys Steve dated were as aesthetically pleasing as he was and all it took was a single glance at my reflection to know that I would never match up. That didn’t stop me from placing him in the center of all my dirtiest thoughts though and he was taking up more time in my mind than ever before given my limited options for daily amusement.
Knowing that Steve was cooped up all alone except for that cute puppy of his - he and his most recent boyfriend had broken up just a few weeks before the world turned upside down - fuelled my mind with ideas I sadly knew would never come to fruition. That night though, as a shooting star passed by my window, I couldn’t help but make a silent plea: I wish I was Steve’s quarantine partner. Just a few moments later and my hips were bucking, sending my climax shooting all over my stomach. Finally exhausted, I quickly wiped myself clean with a tissue and allowed myself to sink into the world of dreams.
Some eight hours later I was awoken by a scratching behind my ear and the most intense hunger I had felt for a long time. I figured I must have rolled over during the night as I was on my front but that didn’t explain the very human hand that had been in contact with my head for a fleeting moment. With some struggle I forced open my eyes and found myself inspecting a room that looked like my own but was decorated differently. Steve’s room, I realized in excitement, my mind harkening back to the wish I had made the night before. Holy shit, it worked!
“How are you doing this morning, buddy?” Steve’s rich voice asked, pulling my attention up to where he stood in nothing but a pair of boxers. I stared up at him in amazement, admiring every toned muscle and the promising outline in the front of his boxers. I’d never had the privilege of seeing Steve in such a state of undress before but it was a mighty fine sight to behold. He didn’t even seem off-put by my staring, instead just smiling down at me. “You hungry?” My growling stomach answered for me. I was starving. “Come on then, boy!”
I sprung up - and onto all fours. Wait a minute… Try as I might, I couldn’t force myself up onto two feet without causing discomfort. The longer I was awake, the more I began to notice how different my body felt, as if the proportions had somehow changed. I could even feel new parts of my body, such as the ferocious wagging of a tail. Fear crept into my mind as the ways in which my wish could have been twisted began to spell themselves out to me. Pouncing off the bed, I located the mirror on the door of Steve’s wardrobe and my heart sunk as my suspicions were confirmed: I was his puppy, Tobi! I attempted to call out to my neighbor, to let him know the truth about my identity, but all that escaped my mouth was a rough bark. No, no, no! This can’t be happening!
“Hey! Stop that!” Steve’s voice called in from the other room, followed by the rattling of a bowl that immediately prompted my ears to perk up. I knew what that noise meant: Food!
Reluctantly pulling myself away from the mirror, I bounded along into the kitchen, following the surprisingly inviting scent right to the bowl as Steve placed it on the ground. Staring in at the dog food, my stomach rumbled and I could barely hold in the salivation. I’m not really gonna eat it… am I? “Go on Tobi, have your breakfast,” Steve urged from far above me. It was all the encouragement I needed before wolfing down the contents of the bowl. I should have been grossed out but it tasted like a divine feast and I was hungry for more. In fact the hunger hardly seemed to be satiated at all.
After breakfast I joined Steve on the sofa and cuddled into his side. Being a canine rather than a human man was an alarming change but having his hand giving me belly rubs was helping to put aside those fears. This might not really be all that bad. It was actually quite comfortable, resting up against his warm body. “You’re the best quarantine partner I could ask for, buddy, even if you do bark at nothing from time to time,” Steve announced suddenly, sending a ripple of pride through his pet dog. The line between myself and Tobi was fading the more comfortable I felt and I wasn’t even sure anymore if that was even such a terrible thing. After all, at least I was getting my wish to be locked down with Handsome Steve!
