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Lydia Lewdecia Lusticana sat in the large genuine leather office chair behind her new desk. Her two button suit jacket, squeezed her plump breasts together, the low cut silky, pearl blouse she wore only emphasized her considerable cleavage. She knew she looked sexy. She knew she could make any man drool. She was after-all, half succubus and all woman.

“Sit,” she said simply as she waved her hand with a flourish to the chair opposite her. It sounded somewhere between an offer and a command and that was exactly how she meant it to.

“You must be Mister Smith. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Clay W. Smith nods with a genuine smile. "It's an honor to make your acquaintance Ms. Lusticana."

He sits down in the chair she motioned to then offers her his hand to shake, trying to be as polite as possible. He wanted to make a good impression here since this interview could be the big break he'd been seeking. If he was successful he would surely have the money and respect he desired.

Lydia reached forward and took his hand. She smiled politely but in her head she was already judging this "man." You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake and his was not as firm as she had expected from a man wanting such a high profile position at the company.

"The pleasure is all mine, Clay. Do you mind if I call you 'Clay'?" She asked, but it was just a formality. She had already decided when she shook his hand that she was going to call him by his first name whether he liked it or not. Clay didn't even blink when she asked. He thought it meant she liked him not that she didn't respect him.

"That's perfectly fine with me. Miss." He sits back with a bigger smile on his face. He was beginning to have confidence.

What a poor sap. He thinks he's doing well! And that smile... It's kind of cute. Oh, Clay... Cuteness is hardly a quality we look for in an Executive. Lydia thought to herself having to refrain from chuckling.

"I must say your resume is quite impressive, it speaks for itself... but at the end of the day it is simply just words on paper, don't you think? We want to get to know the real you... So lets start off easy. Tell me about yourself. Do you have many friends? Family?... Pets?" Lydia's smile briefly turned to a wicked smirk as she said the last part but all wickedness disappeared as quickly as it arrived. Clay was momentarily perturbed when he saw the sudden change in Lydia's demeanor but it was gone so soon he thought it must have been his imagination.

"Well I'm particularly close to my grandma. She raised me after all. I don't have much time for friends... but I do have a pet. A dog. She's a little roan cockerspaniel. Her name is Matilda." He seemed happy when he talked about his dog.

"Simply adorable," Lydia practically swooned. Being a succubus that preys on men, she had a wide variety of tastes and Clay already seemed to fit in one particular category quite nicely. He seemed to be an effeminate momma's boy that needs a strong woman in his life and Lydia loved to be the strong woman with a weak man wrapped around her finger. If she had been interested in having a boyfriend she might have liked one like Clay to dote on her and give her affection like a cute puppyboy manservant. Too bad that this is a job interview and not a blind date, Clay-ee boy.

"I'm sorry. Most men tend to go for the bigger, stronger breeds of dog. Not cutesy little things like cockerspaniel's... I suppose you could say you're exceptional in that regard as well as having an exceptional resume!" Lydia tried her best to lie and sound as if she was paying him a compliment.

Clay pursed his lips slightly when she talked about his taste in dogs. It wasn't his fault Matilda was so darned adorable. Anyone would love her, he was sure.

"So, what makes you think you would be good fit for our new executive position? As I'm sure you're aware it is a very demanding job and you could be asked to do a variety of different tasks."

He quickly straightened himself out and smiles professionally. "I'm willing to jump through any hoop you need me to for this job, Miss." He says thinking this will earn her admiration. He was willing to do anything for this job.

Lydia's eyes flashed bright as if he had said something right. Something she was very glad to hear.

"That's quite reassuring but I've found that most men who make statements like that are not always prepared to live up to them." Lydia stood and sauntered out from behind her desk, revealing her short pencil skirt that hugged her booty. Swaying her wide hips purposefully, she went to open a closet hidden behind a large mirror and from it she pulled a big metal hula hoop...

"A lot of men will say they will jump through hoops but again, those are just words. Are you willing to prove it to me? Are you willing to show how far you'd go? How much you want this?" Lydia asked as she held out the hoop.

He was surprised when he saw it. "Your oddly prepared for this....but I suppose I can't go back on my word now can I.....?" He gulps audibly. He really didn't want to do something so humiliating but he had said he would so he had to go through with it no matter what. Trying not to simply trip on it and land directly on his face he quickly jumped through the hoop. Fortunately for him he sticks the landing.

"Very good!" Lydia claps, "you are seeming more and more to be a man of your word. That's a rare find these days. The fact you are willing to do something so simple and yet a little absurd speaks volumes. You wouldn't believe how many men won't do this simple act because of their pride... but it is just jumping through a hoop. It hasn't cost you anything. It doesn't really show how far you are willing to go."

Lydia rests the hula hoop against her table and perches on the corner as she slips her heels off. She rolls her skirt up a little and detaches her stockings from her garter belt then slips them down her legs.

"Please excuse me. My feet ache..." she states and raises a foot to point toward Clay and waits to see his reaction.

He watches her take off her stocking uncomfortably. He wasn't exactly sure what to make of this. He quickly looked up at her eyes to avoid being seen staring. "What exactly would show what I'm willing to do....? What are you suggesting...?" He looks at her with a straight face.

"Don't play coy, Clay dear. You know exactly what I'm suggesting and I'm also testing your problem solving skills. Let's assume I'm your boss, as I would be if you get this job, and my feet hurt." Lydia's voice turned from authoritarian to cutesy and she wiggled her toes toward him, "What are you going to do to make my tootsies feel better...?"

He doesn't seem amused in the slightest but he quickly hides it with a smile. "I'd rub them for you of course...." He said feigning excitement. He reaches out and puts her foot in his lap so he can begin rubbing them. He actually did a pretty good job with it.

"Mmm, thank you, Clay dear," Lydia rolls her head back and moans but then her smile turns to a pout and she lifts a dainty foot to his face and says in a childish voice, "but I have an owie. Will 'ou kiss it betterer?"

He hesitates only a moment before he kisses her foot. Just a soft peck. He refused to do more than that. He wanted to hold on to at least a shred of his dignity in front of her. He better be getting this job for all of this.

"OWIE! It hurts, Cway. Kiss it pwoperly!" Lydia kicks her feet against his thighs, continuing her childish act. She looks into his eyes pleadingly and she looks so close to tears that it is difficult to tell if she is acting or not.

He clenches his jaw and lowers his gaze so she can't see his expression. Then he picks her foot back up and began to practically make out with it. Tongue and all.

Lydia giggled and gave Clay a pat on the head as she swung her feet back from his lap and quickly donned her shoes again. Her demeanor was once again serious and professional as she started to speak, "I sensed some reluctance there and had to put on an embarrassing act to get what I wanted. You know, I was very close to asking you to leave but I suppose you got there in the end. If you hadn't become so enthusiastic we would be parting ways right now... In fact, I'm still not sure how serious you are about this new position or if I should give you another chance... there are plenty of other candidates with your credentials..."

"What more do you want me to do?!" his eyes widen from fear. he needed this job to get ahead in life! "I will do anything... and I won't hesitate again... I promise. I need this job," he begs her with a pained expression.

"So you say but your actions say otherwise," Lydia turned away dismissively and paused for what was surely a painfully long time for Clay. Then she turned back and carried on her tirade, "I mean look at you! Sat comfortably in that expensive chair. You're hardly begging for a second chance at all and you expect me to believe this job is important to you?"

He was pretty sure that she was bullying him at this point but there was nothing he could really do about it....except beg as if his life depended on it. He got down on his knees before her and clasped his hands together. "Please. Oh please just stop teasing me. you know I'm more than qualified for this job and I've already proven how much I'm willing to d,." he held his tongue as to not call her a bitch.

"Hmph!" Lydia walked behind her desk and pulled a stack of papers from her draw, slamming them down on the table. "These are the résumé's of all the applicant more than qualified for this job. I could pick anyone of them but I want the best. What none of these words can prove is how loyal and obedient each applicant actually will be. You expect me to believe that you are the best applicant just because you jump through a hoop and begrudgingly kiss my foot? This doesn't show loyalty or obedience. It doesn't show love of me, my company or the work that we do and it doesn't show that you are the best applicant. Swallowing your pride and begging is a start, so I will give you another chance. So... tell me, what personifies loyalty and obedience, to you?"

Clay notices the little smirk on Lydia's face as she asks him and as their eyes meet he is certain she somehow knows exactly what he was thinking of. Sensing where this is leading, Clay blushes and pouts before finally losing his temper. He glared at Lydia and snapped, "I will not be your dog!"

Clay stood up abruptly and bowed his head to her. "Now I'm going to leave before I do something I regret. Have a good day. I hope those other applicants will be good boys but I will not." He turns to leave. It may take years but he would surpass her if it was the last thing he would do.

"If you leave now you will never become a C.E.O. Not here, or anywhere else. I have considerable influence... not to mention surveillance footage of you jumping through hoops and kissing my feet..." Lydia grinned and nodded to the almost hidden cameras in the room. "stay and you still have a shot at the career move of a life time."

Claay spins back and looks to the partially concealed cameras. If what she was saying was true and she shared that footage he would lose all respect. He would never have a chance to climb up the corporate ladder. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh then he turns around and faces her. "Obviously you must want me or you wouldn't keep egging me on. Should I even get my hopes up?" He sits back down on the chair. "I take it none of the others did what I did. Am I correct? How much farther do you want me to go? Act like an actual dog?" He said dismissively.

"You're right. I do want you but you're wrong if you think you're doing better than the other applicants or the interview would be over already. You can start by stripping. I'll even turn the cameras off as a show of good faith." Lydia turned her computer monitor around, showing the camera feed and then pulled a remote from her draw and pointed it at the cameras hidden around the room, theatrically pressing the off button. Each of the feeds on the monitor went blank.

He blushes slightly and nods to her. He loosens his tie and began to slowly undress. He was thin but well toned and his cock was slightly larger than average but not porn star huge. One interesting thing though was the piercing that went right through the head of it.

"My, oh my! Mister Smith. It looks like you've been keeping a naughty little secret. You certainly have gone up in my estimation." Lydia wasn't teasing but was genuinely impressed by his pierced manhood. "You know, I have the perfect gift for you."

She hurried back to the hidden closet and picked out something small that fit in the palm of her hand. Then she slinked back up beside him and worked his cock to full erection with her slender hands, then she delicately played with the piercing, keeping what she was doing hidden from Clay, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Clay bit down on his lower lip as she played with his cock, tugging at the ring, a huge turn on for him though he wouldn't admit it to her and even though he hated to admit it.

"Tah-dah!" Lydia said and finally let Clay see. She had attached a tiny golden bell to his pierced penis. "It's real gold. Consider it a gift. Now your little ding-a-ling has a little ding-a-ling!"

Much to his embarrassment, Clay kind of liked the little bell she had put on his cock ring, but again he would never admit that. "Thank you for the gift miss. You're too kind," he said without sarcasm.

"That kind of sounded like you meant it. Well, this puppy deserves a pat on the head just for that," Lydia smiled up at him innocently from her knees. She raised her hand slowly as if she were going to try to reach up and pat him but then quickly patted the head of his penis instead, making the bell jingle and her giggle.

Lydia stood back and took in the sight of him naked before her, erection and all. She nodded as if satisfied. "Now," Her voice was low and wicked, "I think it's time you beg like a dog."

He knew pausing to think about it would only make her angry so he quickly dropped to his knees and raises his hands up as if they were paws. His tongue lolls out the side. "Oh pwetty pwease Mistress, give me the job!" he said in an excited tone. mimicking a dog as best he could.

Lydia grinned at the sight of this smart, successful man begging, naked and like a dog. She hadn't even used her powers yet and already he was acting like an obedient little bitch for her. "What was that boy? I didn't understand. Maybe if you try speaking properly, I'll understand."

He keeps himself from rolling his eyes. "Pretty please give me the job, Mistress. I'll be a good boy if you give me the job." he says looking up at her with big round eyes.

"Tsk, tsk!" Lydia shakes her head and sighs, "you truly are a dumb, drooly doggy."

She can't help but wonder how he managed to get the qualifications he has now when he can't understand this simple task. She gives him a forced sympathetic smile, like she is the reluctant bearer of bad news, like perhaps this simple mistake has cost him the job, then she bends at the waist and ruffles his hair condescendingly and says in a syrupy, pitying tone, "I meant you should bark like a dog, poppet."

He closes his eyes and looks down for a second before looking back up at her with determination. although it was misplace in this scenario. "Bark! Bark! Bark! WOOF! Bow wow...." he adds a whimper for good measure hoping that it would be enough to finally end the humiliation.

Lydia feigns a gasp of surprise, totally and obviously over acting it this time. She gushes in a silly voice reserved for dumb pets and small children, "Whose a good boy? You're a good boy. Yesh you are! Good boy, Clay! Good boy!"

She pets him on the head and then pulls something out from behind her back. It looks like a rolled up piece of paper, wrapped in a bright red bow, like a diploma... or perhaps a job contract.

"Here boy!" Lydia waves the parchment in front of his face slowly, making sure he understands what it is, and then she tosses it across the room "fetch!"

He quickly scrambled after it and grabs it in his mouth before coming back and putting it back in her hand. He wanted to open it up and see what it really was but he wasn't sure how she would react to him if he did that since that would technically mean breaking character.

"Goood boy! You are turning out to be such a good doggy, Let's see what it says," Lydia unravels the parchment but instead of legal jargon it simply says, "Congratulations on going this far. You will find your new job at the bottom of the dog bowl."

Lydia then noded to a dog bowl, filled with jelly and kibble, in the corner of the room. Clay gagged as he looked at it's sloppy wet contents because he knew exactly what she wanted him to do with that food. He didn't look her in the eye as he crawled over to the bowl on all fours and stared down at it for a good while. When did this even get here? he thought inwardly. Finally, he had steeled himself enough to take the first bite. Holding his breath, he quickly downed the whole bowl, lapping up the jellied meat with his tongue, barely spending time to chew at all as he tried to end the revolting, degrading experience as quickly as possible so he could finally earn the job he knew he so richly deserved.

However, the only thing at the bottom of the dog bowl was its shiny mirrored surface and Clay has just enough time to stare in disbelief at it as Lydia slips the bubblegum pink collar around his neck. The heart shaped tag read "Jingles", the same as the name on the dog bowl, the same as the sound Clay's little ding-a-ling now made with every step. Lydia watched Clay's nose darken in the reflection of the dog bowl and chuckled to herself.

Clay reached up to touch his nose in disbelief with shortened stubby fingers. "Oh my god...what did you dooo?! BARK! Make it stop! BARK! I'm not a dog!" he glares up at her and screams, beginning to growl fiercely like the dog he was starting to resemble.

"Oh! So the little puppy has some bark in him after all! Well, that is too bad. You're far too late to change my mind about you," Lydia shook her head ruefully as Clay's metamorphosis progressed and long hair started spread over his lean body.

"The truth is I knew from the moment you shook my hand that you weren't executive material. You thought you were being a gentleman with that weak handshake but we are not looking for a gentlemen. This is the cutthroat business world. You cannot afford to be gentle if you want to reach the top, you silly boy!" Lydia laughed as the sorry excuse for a man visibly shrank before her.

"Still, I gave you a chance to prove me wrong but all you did was prove me right. You jumped through hoops, begged, played fetch... No self-respecting man would do those things. Those aren't the actions of a high powered Executive, those are the actions of a dog."

As if on cue, a dog tail started to grow out from above Clay's tight buttocks. His ears expanded and drooped downwards even as he shrunk ever smaller.

"Now I’m molding you. You are after-all, simply clay. Putty in my hands, and I’m going to turn you into something that suits your personality. I promise, you may not have the job you wanted but I will find the perfect role for you."

Clay's eyes and face were hot with tears and humiliation as his face stretched into a muzzle and he dared to snap at Lydia's ankle and continues to bark up at her. He was finding it impossible to get up on his feet again. He had never been this angry, upset and humiliated in his entire life. "Bitch!" he shouts out gruffly before losing his ability to speak entirely. Though he tried to look menacing once his tail sprouted it tucked between his legs, showing how truly scared he was and delighting Lydia who relished the sight of the handsome intelligent man reduced to yapping dog.

As Clay snapped at her ankle, Lydia leapt into the air, with a quick tear huge black bat like wings spread from her back, tearing her jacket and blouse to shreds, leaving her bare chested. Her skin had turned to shimmering violet and her eyes jet black and soulless. Her wings flapped, loudly, holding her aloft and she tutted through sharpened teeth.

"Bad dog. Bad Jingles!" She laughed wickedly as the man shrunk further, his whole body restructuring into that of a dog. "I was planning on letting you be a more dominant dog breed, a grey hound or a husky but you've proven yourself unworthy. You the effeminate former owner of a cocker spaniel dared to call me a bitch? Well, you can join your lovely little companion! And we shall see which one of the two of you is meant to be the bitch!"

The tiny golden bell jingled as Clays penis began to shrink and his ears drooped as he noticed her awful transformation, then they droop even further at what she said. No! No! Being a dog is bad enough! but to be a female dog, too... Oh god that was worse than death! And she was even talking about bringing his own dog into the mix! He whimpers and looks up at her pleadingly. just let him have his cock. That’s all he wanted at this point, besides that bell would be stuck inside of him! the same wouldn't really suit if you can’t see the bell.

"Donna bring in Matilda," Lydia announced and the door to her office opened and in walked a small, pale purple woman, no more than 3 feet tall but with the voluptuous ass of a woman twice her height, beside her was Clay's very own pet cocker spaniel.

"You should know what to do if you want to keep your manhood, or what little of it there was to begin with," Lydia mocked, "Or else Matilda becomes Matty and you'll find yourself beneath your former pet."

Clay lets out a cry as he sees his beloved spaniel and the second she sees him she gets excited. Matilda bounds over, yapping excitedly, and began to sniff the little male dog curiously. It smelled so much like her master that she instinctively loved it but it wasn’t her master, it was a dog like her. A big male dog who would give her puppies. Master didn’t like her playing with male dogs but Master wasn’t here. She thought excitedly. She licked at his muzzle and eagerly presents herself. Her tail wagging wildly in his face. Clay felt his shrunken penis stir, pulling out from it's sheath, the little bell jingling signalling his horniness. He let out another, pitiful whine and quickly mounted her. The pleasure was indescribable, his large canine knot holding his former pet in place as he humped his beloved pet furiously. Lydia watched the little rutting dogs with cruel amusement.

"How easily you submit, dear Jingles. It's rather pitiful how you could ever have even dreamed of being anything more than measly mutt. You've certainly found the perfect position now." Lydia laughed and turned to her servant and slave.

"Cross Clay Smith off of the list of potential's. He isn't even worthy of being human let alone one of us."

~

Mrs. Smith opened her door and looked around before noticing the woeful whining at her feet and looked down. A pet cage had been left on her front doorstep.

"Matilda?" Mrs. smith asked and the little bitch barked in recognition. "What is that grandson of mine thinking, leaving you here on your own?"

Then she noticed the other dog whimpering in the cage beside her and her eyes narrowed as she studied it. Then their eyes met and she felt a sudden recognition.

"Clay?!"

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Lydia Lewdecia Lusticana sat in the large genuine leather office chair behind her new desk. Her two button suit jacket, squeezed her plump breasts together, the low cut silky, pearl blouse she wore only emphasized her considerable cleavage. She knew she looked sexy. She knew she could make any man drool. She was after-all, half succubus and all woman.

“Sit,” she said simply as she waved her hand with a flourish to the chair opposite her. It sounded somewhere between an offer and a command and that was exactly how she meant it to.

“You must be Mister Smith. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Clay W. Smith nods with a genuine smile. "It's an honor to make your acquaintance Ms. Lusticana."

He sits down in the chair she motioned to then offers her his hand to shake, trying to be as polite as possible. He wanted to make a good impression here since this interview could be the big break he'd been seeking. If he was successful he would surely have the money and respect he desired.

Lydia reached forward and took his hand. She smiled politely but in her head she was already judging this "man." You can tell a lot about a person from their handshake and his was not as firm as she had expected from a man wanting such a high profile position at the company.

"The pleasure is all mine, Clay. Do you mind if I call you 'Clay'?" She asked, but it was just a formality. She had already decided when she shook his hand that she was going to call him by his first name whether he liked it or not. Clay didn't even blink when she asked. He thought it meant she liked him not that she didn't respect him.

"That's perfectly fine with me. Miss." He sits back with a bigger smile on his face. He was beginning to have confidence.

What a poor sap. He thinks he's doing well! And that smile... It's kind of cute. Oh, Clay... Cuteness is hardly a quality we look for in an Executive. Lydia thought to herself having to refrain from chuckling.

"I must say your resume is quite impressive, it speaks for itself... but at the end of the day it is simply just words on paper, don't you think? We want to get to know the real you... So lets start off easy. Tell me about yourself. Do you have many friends? Family?... Pets?" Lydia's smile briefly turned to a wicked smirk as she said the last part but all wickedness disappeared as quickly as it arrived. Clay was momentarily perturbed when he saw the sudden change in Lydia's demeanor but it was gone so soon he thought it must have been his imagination.

"Well I'm particularly close to my grandma. She raised me after all. I don't have much time for friends... but I do have a pet. A dog. She's a little roan cockerspaniel. Her name is Matilda." He seemed happy when he talked about his dog.

"Simply adorable," Lydia practically swooned. Being a succubus that preys on men, she had a wide variety of tastes and Clay already seemed to fit in one particular category quite nicely. He seemed to be an effeminate momma's boy that needs a strong woman in his life and Lydia loved to be the strong woman with a weak man wrapped around her finger. If she had been interested in having a boyfriend she might have liked one like Clay to dote on her and give her affection like a cute puppyboy manservant. Too bad that this is a job interview and not a blind date, Clay-ee boy.

"I'm sorry. Most men tend to go for the bigger, stronger breeds of dog. Not cutesy little things like cockerspaniel's... I suppose you could say you're exceptional in that regard as well as having an exceptional resume!" Lydia tried her best to lie and sound as if she was paying him a compliment.

Clay pursed his lips slightly when she talked about his taste in dogs. It wasn't his fault Matilda was so darned adorable. Anyone would love her, he was sure.

"So, what makes you think you would be good fit for our new executive position? As I'm sure you're aware it is a very demanding job and you could be asked to do a variety of different tasks."

He quickly straightened himself out and smiles professionally. "I'm willing to jump through any hoop you need me to for this job, Miss." He says thinking this will earn her admiration. He was willing to do anything for this job.

Lydia's eyes flashed bright as if he had said something right. Something she was very glad to hear.

"That's quite reassuring but I've found that most men who make statements like that are not always prepared to live up to them." Lydia stood and sauntered out from behind her desk, revealing her short pencil skirt that hugged her booty. Swaying her wide hips purposefully, she went to open a closet hidden behind a large mirror and from it she pulled a big metal hula hoop...

"A lot of men will say they will jump through hoops but again, those are just words. Are you willing to prove it to me? Are you willing to show how far you'd go? How much you want this?" Lydia asked as she held out the hoop.

He was surprised when he saw it. "Your oddly prepared for this....but I suppose I can't go back on my word now can I.....?" He gulps audibly. He really didn't want to do something so humiliating but he had said he would so he had to go through with it no matter what. Trying not to simply trip on it and land directly on his face he quickly jumped through the hoop. Fortunately for him he sticks the landing.

"Very good!" Lydia claps, "you are seeming more and more to be a man of your word. That's a rare find these days. The fact you are willing to do something so simple and yet a little absurd speaks volumes. You wouldn't believe how many men won't do this simple act because of their pride... but it is just jumping through a hoop. It hasn't cost you anything. It doesn't really show how far you are willing to go."

Lydia rests the hula hoop against her table and perches on the corner as she slips her heels off. She rolls her skirt up a little and detaches her stockings from her garter belt then slips them down her legs.

"Please excuse me. My feet ache..." she states and raises a foot to point toward Clay and waits to see his reaction.

He watches her take off her stocking uncomfortably. He wasn't exactly sure what to make of this. He quickly looked up at her eyes to avoid being seen staring. "What exactly would show what I'm willing to do....? What are you suggesting...?" He looks at her with a straight face.

"Don't play coy, Clay dear. You know exactly what I'm suggesting and I'm also testing your problem solving skills. Let's assume I'm your boss, as I would be if you get this job, and my feet hurt." Lydia's voice turned from authoritarian to cutesy and she wiggled her toes toward him, "What are you going to do to make my tootsies feel better...?"

He doesn't seem amused in the slightest but he quickly hides it with a smile. "I'd rub them for you of course...." He said feigning excitement. He reaches out and puts her foot in his lap so he can begin rubbing them. He actually did a pretty good job with it.

"Mmm, thank you, Clay dear," Lydia rolls her head back and moans but then her smile turns to a pout and she lifts a dainty foot to his face and says in a childish voice, "but I have an owie. Will 'ou kiss it betterer?"

He hesitates only a moment before he kisses her foot. Just a soft peck. He refused to do more than that. He wanted to hold on to at least a shred of his dignity in front of her. He better be getting this job for all of this.

"OWIE! It hurts, Cway. Kiss it pwoperly!" Lydia kicks her feet against his thighs, continuing her childish act. She looks into his eyes pleadingly and she looks so close to tears that it is difficult to tell if she is acting or not.

He clenches his jaw and lowers his gaze so she can't see his expression. Then he picks her foot back up and began to practically make out with it. Tongue and all.

Lydia giggled and gave Clay a pat on the head as she swung her feet back from his lap and quickly donned her shoes again. Her demeanor was once again serious and professional as she started to speak, "I sensed some reluctance there and had to put on an embarrassing act to get what I wanted. You know, I was very close to asking you to leave but I suppose you got there in the end. If you hadn't become so enthusiastic we would be parting ways right now... In fact, I'm still not sure how serious you are about this new position or if I should give you another chance... there are plenty of other candidates with your credentials..."

"What more do you want me to do?!" his eyes widen from fear. he needed this job to get ahead in life! "I will do anything... and I won't hesitate again... I promise. I need this job," he begs her with a pained expression.

"So you say but your actions say otherwise," Lydia turned away dismissively and paused for what was surely a painfully long time for Clay. Then she turned back and carried on her tirade, "I mean look at you! Sat comfortably in that expensive chair. You're hardly begging for a second chance at all and you expect me to believe this job is important to you?"

He was pretty sure that she was bullying him at this point but there was nothing he could really do about it....except beg as if his life depended on it. He got down on his knees before her and clasped his hands together. "Please. Oh please just stop teasing me. you know I'm more than qualified for this job and I've already proven how much I'm willing to d,." he held his tongue as to not call her a bitch.

"Hmph!" Lydia walked behind her desk and pulled a stack of papers from her draw, slamming them down on the table. "These are the résumé's of all the applicant more than qualified for this job. I could pick anyone of them but I want the best. What none of these words can prove is how loyal and obedient each applicant actually will be. You expect me to believe that you are the best applicant just because you jump through a hoop and begrudgingly kiss my foot? This doesn't show loyalty or obedience. It doesn't show love of me, my company or the work that we do and it doesn't show that you are the best applicant. Swallowing your pride and begging is a start, so I will give you another chance. So... tell me, what personifies loyalty and obedience, to you?"

Clay notices the little smirk on Lydia's face as she asks him and as their eyes meet he is certain she somehow knows exactly what he was thinking of. Sensing where this is leading, Clay blushes and pouts before finally losing his temper. He glared at Lydia and snapped, "I will not be your dog!"

Clay stood up abruptly and bowed his head to her. "Now I'm going to leave before I do something I regret. Have a good day. I hope those other applicants will be good boys but I will not." He turns to leave. It may take years but he would surpass her if it was the last thing he would do.

"If you leave now you will never become a C.E.O. Not here, or anywhere else. I have considerable influence... not to mention surveillance footage of you jumping through hoops and kissing my feet..." Lydia grinned and nodded to the almost hidden cameras in the room. "stay and you still have a shot at the career move of a life time."

Claay spins back and looks to the partially concealed cameras. If what she was saying was true and she shared that footage he would lose all respect. He would never have a chance to climb up the corporate ladder. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh then he turns around and faces her. "Obviously you must want me or you wouldn't keep egging me on. Should I even get my hopes up?" He sits back down on the chair. "I take it none of the others did what I did. Am I correct? How much farther do you want me to go? Act like an actual dog?" He said dismissively.

"You're right. I do want you but you're wrong if you think you're doing better than the other applicants or the interview would be over already. You can start by stripping. I'll even turn the cameras off as a show of good faith." Lydia turned her computer monitor around, showing the camera feed and then pulled a remote from her draw and pointed it at the cameras hidden around the room, theatrically pressing the off button. Each of the feeds on the monitor went blank.

He blushes slightly and nods to her. He loosens his tie and began to slowly undress. He was thin but well toned and his cock was slightly larger than average but not porn star huge. One interesting thing though was the piercing that went right through the head of it.

"My, oh my! Mister Smith. It looks like you've been keeping a naughty little secret. You certainly have gone up in my estimation." Lydia wasn't teasing but was genuinely impressed by his pierced manhood. "You know, I have the perfect gift for you."

She hurried back to the hidden closet and picked out something small that fit in the palm of her hand. Then she slinked back up beside him and worked his cock to full erection with her slender hands, then she delicately played with the piercing, keeping what she was doing hidden from Clay, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Clay bit down on his lower lip as she played with his cock, tugging at the ring, a huge turn on for him though he wouldn't admit it to her and even though he hated to admit it.

"Tah-dah!" Lydia said and finally let Clay see. She had attached a tiny golden bell to his pierced penis. "It's real gold. Consider it a gift. Now your little ding-a-ling has a little ding-a-ling!"

Much to his embarrassment, Clay kind of liked the little bell she had put on his cock ring, but again he would never admit that. "Thank you for the gift miss. You're too kind," he said without sarcasm.

"That kind of sounded like you meant it. Well, this puppy deserves a pat on the head just for that," Lydia smiled up at him innocently from her knees. She raised her hand slowly as if she were going to try to reach up and pat him but then quickly patted the head of his penis instead, making the bell jingle and her giggle.

Lydia stood back and took in the sight of him naked before her, erection and all. She nodded as if satisfied. "Now," Her voice was low and wicked, "I think it's time you beg like a dog."

He knew pausing to think about it would only make her angry so he quickly dropped to his knees and raises his hands up as if they were paws. His tongue lolls out the side. "Oh pwetty pwease Mistress, give me the job!" he said in an excited tone. mimicking a dog as best he could.

Lydia grinned at the sight of this smart, successful man begging, naked and like a dog. She hadn't even used her powers yet and already he was acting like an obedient little bitch for her. "What was that boy? I didn't understand. Maybe if you try speaking properly, I'll understand."

He keeps himself from rolling his eyes. "Pretty please give me the job, Mistress. I'll be a good boy if you give me the job." he says looking up at her with big round eyes.

"Tsk, tsk!" Lydia shakes her head and sighs, "you truly are a dumb, drooly doggy."

She can't help but wonder how he managed to get the qualifications he has now when he can't understand this simple task. She gives him a forced sympathetic smile, like she is the reluctant bearer of bad news, like perhaps this simple mistake has cost him the job, then she bends at the waist and ruffles his hair condescendingly and says in a syrupy, pitying tone, "I meant you should bark like a dog, poppet."

He closes his eyes and looks down for a second before looking back up at her with determination. although it was misplace in this scenario. "Bark! Bark! Bark! WOOF! Bow wow...." he adds a whimper for good measure hoping that it would be enough to finally end the humiliation.

Lydia feigns a gasp of surprise, totally and obviously over acting it this time. She gushes in a silly voice reserved for dumb pets and small children, "Whose a good boy? You're a good boy. Yesh you are! Good boy, Clay! Good boy!"

She pets him on the head and then pulls something out from behind her back. It looks like a rolled up piece of paper, wrapped in a bright red bow, like a diploma... or perhaps a job contract.

"Here boy!" Lydia waves the parchment in front of his face slowly, making sure he understands what it is, and then she tosses it across the room "fetch!"

He quickly scrambled after it and grabs it in his mouth before coming back and putting it back in her hand. He wanted to open it up and see what it really was but he wasn't sure how she would react to him if he did that since that would technically mean breaking character.

"Goood boy! You are turning out to be such a good doggy, Let's see what it says," Lydia unravels the parchment but instead of legal jargon it simply says, "Congratulations on going this far. You will find your new job at the bottom of the dog bowl."

Lydia then noded to a dog bowl, filled with jelly and kibble, in the corner of the room. Clay gagged as he looked at it's sloppy wet contents because he knew exactly what she wanted him to do with that food. He didn't look her in the eye as he crawled over to the bowl on all fours and stared down at it for a good while. When did this even get here? he thought inwardly. Finally, he had steeled himself enough to take the first bite. Holding his breath, he quickly downed the whole bowl, lapping up the jellied meat with his tongue, barely spending time to chew at all as he tried to end the revolting, degrading experience as quickly as possible so he could finally earn the job he knew he so richly deserved.

However, the only thing at the bottom of the dog bowl was its shiny mirrored surface and Clay has just enough time to stare in disbelief at it as Lydia slips the bubblegum pink collar around his neck. The heart shaped tag read "Jingles", the same as the name on the dog bowl, the same as the sound Clay's little ding-a-ling now made with every step. Lydia watched Clay's nose darken in the reflection of the dog bowl and chuckled to herself.

Clay reached up to touch his nose in disbelief with shortened stubby fingers. "Oh my god...what did you dooo?! BARK! Make it stop! BARK! I'm not a dog!" he glares up at her and screams, beginning to growl fiercely like the dog he was starting to resemble.

"Oh! So the little puppy has some bark in him after all! Well, that is too bad. You're far too late to change my mind about you," Lydia shook her head ruefully as Clay's metamorphosis progressed and long hair started spread over his lean body.

"The truth is I knew from the moment you shook my hand that you weren't executive material. You thought you were being a gentleman with that weak handshake but we are not looking for a gentlemen. This is the cutthroat business world. You cannot afford to be gentle if you want to reach the top, you silly boy!" Lydia laughed as the sorry excuse for a man visibly shrank before her.

"Still, I gave you a chance to prove me wrong but all you did was prove me right. You jumped through hoops, begged, played fetch... No self-respecting man would do those things. Those aren't the actions of a high powered Executive, those are the actions of a dog."

As if on cue, a dog tail started to grow out from above Clay's tight buttocks. His ears expanded and drooped downwards even as he shrunk ever smaller.

"Now I’m molding you. You are after-all, simply clay. Putty in my hands, and I’m going to turn you into something that suits your personality. I promise, you may not have the job you wanted but I will find the perfect role for you."

Clay's eyes and face were hot with tears and humiliation as his face stretched into a muzzle and he dared to snap at Lydia's ankle and continues to bark up at her. He was finding it impossible to get up on his feet again. He had never been this angry, upset and humiliated in his entire life. "Bitch!" he shouts out gruffly before losing his ability to speak entirely. Though he tried to look menacing once his tail sprouted it tucked between his legs, showing how truly scared he was and delighting Lydia who relished the sight of the handsome intelligent man reduced to yapping dog.

As Clay snapped at her ankle, Lydia leapt into the air, with a quick tear huge black bat like wings spread from her back, tearing her jacket and blouse to shreds, leaving her bare chested. Her skin had turned to shimmering violet and her eyes jet black and soulless. Her wings flapped, loudly, holding her aloft and she tutted through sharpened teeth.

"Bad dog. Bad Jingles!" She laughed wickedly as the man shrunk further, his whole body restructuring into that of a dog. "I was planning on letting you be a more dominant dog breed, a grey hound or a husky but you've proven yourself unworthy. You the effeminate former owner of a cocker spaniel dared to call me a bitch? Well, you can join your lovely little companion! And we shall see which one of the two of you is meant to be the bitch!"

The tiny golden bell jingled as Clays penis began to shrink and his ears drooped as he noticed her awful transformation, then they droop even further at what she said. No! No! Being a dog is bad enough! but to be a female dog, too... Oh god that was worse than death! And she was even talking about bringing his own dog into the mix! He whimpers and looks up at her pleadingly. just let him have his cock. That’s all he wanted at this point, besides that bell would be stuck inside of him! the same wouldn't really suit if you can’t see the bell.

"Donna bring in Matilda," Lydia announced and the door to her office opened and in walked a small, pale purple woman, no more than 3 feet tall but with the voluptuous ass of a woman twice her height, beside her was Clay's very own pet cocker spaniel.

"You should know what to do if you want to keep your manhood, or what little of it there was to begin with," Lydia mocked, "Or else Matilda becomes Matty and you'll find yourself beneath your former pet."

Clay lets out a cry as he sees his beloved spaniel and the second she sees him she gets excited. Matilda bounds over, yapping excitedly, and began to sniff the little male dog curiously. It smelled so much like her master that she instinctively loved it but it wasn’t her master, it was a dog like her. A big male dog who would give her puppies. Master didn’t like her playing with male dogs but Master wasn’t here. She thought excitedly. She licked at his muzzle and eagerly presents herself. Her tail wagging wildly in his face. Clay felt his shrunken penis stir, pulling out from it's sheath, the little bell jingling signalling his horniness. He let out another, pitiful whine and quickly mounted her. The pleasure was indescribable, his large canine knot holding his former pet in place as he humped his beloved pet furiously. Lydia watched the little rutting dogs with cruel amusement.

"How easily you submit, dear Jingles. It's rather pitiful how you could ever have even dreamed of being anything more than measly mutt. You've certainly found the perfect position now." Lydia laughed and turned to her servant and slave.

"Cross Clay Smith off of the list of potential's. He isn't even worthy of being human let alone one of us."

~

Mrs. Smith opened her door and looked around before noticing the woeful whining at her feet and looked down. A pet cage had been left on her front doorstep.

"Matilda?" Mrs. smith asked and the little bitch barked in recognition. "What is that grandson of mine thinking, leaving you here on your own?"

Then she noticed the other dog whimpering in the cage beside her and her eyes narrowed as she studied it. Then their eyes met and she felt a sudden recognition.

"Clay?!"