Then spent some more time playing until Jon was exhausted and he curled up on the sofa while Damian prepared an evening meal for the two of them, serving Jon’s up in a bowl which he placed on the floor and Jon ate from dog style. When that was done they settled down to watch some more anime, Jon cuddling up to his master. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Jon that he appeared shorter now. Before, he’d been half a head taller than Damian, but now when the two stood up, Jon’s eyes were level with Damian’s chin and Jon’s new inclination to tilt his head up slightly meant he now naturally looked directly at his boyfriend’s mouth and soft kissable lips. Like the other changes Jon was perfectly okay with them as it played into his submissiveness towards Damian to be the smaller of the two. They sat there for some time, Damian with an arm around his petboy and Jon resting his head on his madter’s chest, until eventually they both yawned and decided to turn in.
Jon followed Damian into Damian’s room and clambered onto the foot of the bed, laying in the feet am position watching as Damian undressed. It wasn’t until after Damian had pulled his pyjamas on that the two realised that they had no sense of modesty towards eachother now; it just felt perfectly natural to be naked around eachother. Blushing, but smiling, Damian climbed under the covers and lifted them back to pat the bed next to him. With a happy yip, Jon rolled onto all fours and crawled over to him and cuddled up to him. Damian smiled and kissed him on the lips passionately.
“Love you Jon.”
“Love you Day-Day.”
The next morning they got up and showered together, giggling as they lathered shower gel onto each other’s bare skin. As no one was home, they ate breakfast naked before getting dressed. Damian dressed as he normally did, but Jon, as a petboy now, had a very different wardrobe. Like yesterday he wore his collar, cuffs and pet headband and additionally wore a pair of tight rubber shorts and a latex top that covered his arms, shoulders and pecs, but nothing more and finished it off with a fur-trimmed jacket that was only an inch or two longer than the top an left his chest exposed. All these choices came naturally to him and he didn’t really realise he’d made them until he was fully dressed in the outfit, at which point he felt completely comfortable in them.
They were heading for the door when Jon asked “Do I have to be on a leash when we go out, or do I roam free?”
Damian paused thoughtfully and fished the stone out of his bag. “Wish we knew.” Stashing the stone again, he grabbed a short leash from a side table and clipped it to Jon’s collar. “Looks good on you,” he smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek. Jon blushed and kissed back. At the door, Damian pulled on his favourite old pair of Converse sneakers while Jon slipped into rubber paw shaped things which only covered the balls and toes of his feet and were held on by straps that clipped to his ankle cuffs. They looked impractical and felt painful to walk in normally until the idea came to Jon to walk on the balls of his feet as if he were wearing high heels. That felt far more comfortable, and far more natural.
Holding hands they left for school, hand in hand. They took there time, strolling casually and keeping a look out for changes. For the most part everything looked the same, with no other petboys to be seen until they got to school where they saw a handful walking with their owners. Jon glanced around and was supposed to see one petboy was...
