# Happier as a pup Henley fought with the neck of his dress shirt. He wasn't used to warning one but the badger did because he was making a big deal of 'actively' interviewing.  After this he could go skulking back home.  Safe to ignore the outside world for another month.  The interviewer was late and he had been waiting in their office for a long time.  How long, he didn't know anymore.  All there was to do was watch a few monitors showing advertising for 'synergy' and other corporate bullshit.  It all played on really short loops.  At least it was something to watch.  What was he interviewing for again? "Aww, what a patient and good boy you are!" A lion in a fancy looking suit said after finally showing up.  He ruffled Henley's head fur and took a seat across from him at a nice desk.  "What a cutie. I'm glad you're here." He felt uncomfortable. The way the lion looked at him was off, but he couldn't tell how. He flapped his jaw a few times trying to say anything.  Yelling "Could you not?" or "What the fuck?", even saying nothing and just storming out were all things he wished he could do.  Instead he blushed and felt kind of nice from the complement. The lion opened a folder and read aloud. "Name, Henley Cobble. Last employed 3 years ago, pizza delivery, species, badger with a bit of border colly. Know how much?" The lion's gaze was so intense it got to him. "Like an 8th, one of my grandfather's parents-" Henley said, but the lion had moved on. "Currently residing in your parents basement. Well, I think the polite term for what you are is a fuck up." The lion said seriously. "But an adorable one." He reached across the table and patted his head again. "Sound about right" Henley was starting to panic. "What's going on?" He failed to say. "Ya, I'm a fuckup" He actually said. "Now tell me, what's your sex life like? Go into great detail, we want to know what kind of a horny boy we get to shape." "I'm not telling you that, what the fuck kind of place is this." He stood up, then got lost in the lion's eyes. "My girl broke up with me last year, we didn't really have sex much anyway.  I masturbate like 3 times a day to porn.  Big tits are mostly what I search for." "Straight? Any attraction to the male form? Anything not vanilla?" The tiger asked casually, writing down a few things. He sat back down and found it weird how natural it felt to have this conversation. Answered everything asked of him.  "Straight, no sexual attraction to guys.  I looked at bondage porn once, but no, not really for me." The lion grinned.  "What a boring guy.  How would you feel about becoming a puppy?" He pressed a button on some remote and the screens changed to showing a fur, some cat anthro in heavy bondage gear.  His legs and arms were short and he was practiced at what looked like crawling on nubs that ended at elbows and knees.  Black skin tight covering on most of his fur, but his head was given special attention and the cat features were smoothed to look more dog-like.  Between his back legs, his ass was on full display without any kind of cat tail.  Instead a fake dog tail hung out of a bathplug.   Below it, hung, without balls, a cartoonish dog cock, hard and knot poking out of a very real looking sheath.  Not what he was expecting at all. The lion came around the desk and was holding him from behind.  "Take your time, Imagine that's you." He said, "I want to know your honest thoughts." In shock, Henley took a while to absorb what he was seeing.  Inside him he felt very conflicted.  He knew how he felt but another voice was growing inside him. "Horrifying." He said. "Sick, and terrible." But undeniably, the puppy on screen looked so happy.  They played in grass, rolling over, going on walks.  So carefree.  "I… don't hate it.  Is that what I'm interviewing for?" The tiger laughed. "Interviewing? No, we already started." --- The badger pup's records were scrubbed.  There was no Henley Cobble anymore, no one, even his parents would miss him.  They went through the rest of processing, being stripped naked and checked for quality by the lion.  He checked off basic information for the form, deciding the fate of the pup while he just watched the hypnosis embedded videos more.  His humanoid cock was a good base and was deemed to not need removal and replacement. Next they were sent to more processing.   Direct brainwashing hid away from the pup of what little Henley remained, down to somewhere deep in his mind to make room for the newly born happy horny puppy drone.  Out with straight, in with highly diverse pan with a special horny attraction to other pups.  He was expected to on sight feel the need to play and mount and be mounted by them.  Usually a messy process, the uploading tended to make pups spontaneously splatter.  It was kind of special as it tended to be the last viral load of cum they would ever produce. Wasting it on themselves.  The badger was no different.  He wasn't different from the many other pups that had sat in the exact spot and gotten similar procedures and similar programming.  His balls would be added to the pile too.  Just two more stones taken away to make good puppies. He wouldn't remember any of the process.  Probably a good thing.  It was about to get painful. --- There was a loud snap and Henley woke up.  He remembered the interviewer being late but that was about it.  With a yawn he stretched, feeling surprisingly light and opened his eyes.   A cat, dressed up like a puppy, was standing over him.  They looked familiar.  He went to scratch his head. He couldn't.  He tried to stand up. He couldn't. His legs were half missing too.  He panicked.  Pushing away at the pup with his half arms he tries to stand up, wobbles and falls flat.  His crotch feels weird.  What did they do to it? "The old personality is in there.  That's it now." Someone above the pair of legs near him said. It might bleed a bit through and learn what his puppy side learns but we don't recommend keeping them like that" They said something else, but he couldn't understand and with a snap felt his mind cloud.   He didn't shake his head and start prancing up to the cat pup or start licking it.  That was not him.  He wasn't doing it, and yet he felt it all.  "….. Puppy….. good…. balls…." Words, he remembered words. Meaning. He couldn't find most of them now. His nose was pressed up against the tail plug of the other pup.  He was barking for help, and someone thankfully did.  The odd sensation of his ballless cock, which kind of had a knot now, poking into the other pup's tailhole.  It was joy he hadn't felt in years.  He felt his own tail plug inside him which made him feel special.   The part of him that was not the pup faded more and more.  He went back to sleep and the puppy brain started to fuck him. Memories flooded in. All the training.  He had been a pup for a while now. He felt how much he loved every pup his cock went in, and loved every pup that came in him, breeding his ass like it should be.  He loved cocks, how he had never realized that before.  His balls were holding him back.  He never needed them anyway.  Every memory was so happy, he was so happy.  He was happy for the puppy.  He was happier as a puppy.  Henley faded back down and slept in bliss..