Canine Planet Part 3 (Dog Head-Swap)

I woke up the next day and felt like something was off, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I hopped off the foot of the bed and walked by the mirror. Suddenly, something caught my eye that made me stop in my tracks: I had a human head! I'm a dog, dogs can't have human heads! Wait, something was off. I'm not the dog in this relationship, I'm the human! Yet, I found that my head was filled with memories that didn't belong to me. All of my memories were from Xena's perspective and I even had memories of before I had purchased her from the pet-shop! It was odd, it was as if I now possessed two minds instead of one!

My mind had been tampered with once again! I turned to find that I was not the only one who had been altered. Xena stretched as she woke up and I soon caught sight of something rather distracting: Xena's borrowed cleavage. My, or rather her breasts were larger than they were last night! They must have been at least an F cup in size! "Need a walk, Xena?" Xena said, while behaving in a way that was identical to how I behaved as a human. By the look on her face, it's almost as if she had forgotten the bonding we had done last night! Despite having the face of a dog, she no longer possessed that look in her eyes. Even after getting my body and her rude behavior, her eyes still possessed that canine twinge that hid the personality of a somewhat selfish dog beneath them. The problem? Those eyes no longer showed that spark, they now looked more like the understanding eyes of a human than the glazed over eyes of a dog.

The dog-headed woman must have believed she really was me! What if she had all my memories as well? Xena crept out of bed and stretch, her massive breasts bouncing up and down as she did so. I was almost ashamed to see my body with such rather large cleavage, after all having a big bosom is almost always a detriment as far as back-pain is concerned. Surprisingly enough though, she was able to balance herself very well despite her massive cleavage. I always had problems with the weight of my own breasts, yet I found Xena able to bound up and down with little effort. Her breasts had surpassed J-cup in size, they were almost the size of workout balls! As I stared up in awe at her melons, she looked down at me and smiled. "Oh, I see! You want to ride in your master's cleavage! Might be a tight squeeze for a tiny dog, but I can give it a shot. First, I gotta get dressed." The dog-headed woman smiled and walked off. Wait, did she say between her cleavage?! I didn't want to ride in my former body's cleavage!

I ran to the door of the bedroom and pawed at it. I wanted to get out of this room! I tried to open the door with my paw, but it was shut tight! Before I could mount an escape, Xena walked back in to the room. She wore wear appeared to be tight blue-jeans and a tight white top that showed up a plentiful amount of cleavage. "Looks like some little corgi is in a rush!" Xena walked towards me and picked me up before I could have time to react. I thrashed about as she lowered me towards her stolen breasts. "Now stop thrashing, you may hurt mommy!" I didn't want to damage my former body, so I calmed down and stopped struggling. With that, Xena lowered my fluffy body into her plentiful cleavage. She tucked me into the large fleshy orbs that were attached to her chest. My rough paws tickled the sides of breasts as she tucked me into her large cleavage. The breasts hugged my tightly, I felt like I was trapped on both sides by two large walls of soft flesh. My fuzzy neck and still human head stuck out from her cleavage as the rest of my furry body was encased in my former breasts. I wriggled about, tickling Xena's chest and causing her to giggle in the process. "You can stay in my cleavage for a while, as long as you're good! Now, let's be off." Xena said with a smile as she gripped the door handle and opened the door.

I was now stuck between the hefty breasts that once belonged to me! And oddly enough, they were fairly comfortable. Xena walked towards the door with me in tow and opened the door. I was unprepared for what I was about to see. To my utter shock, everything was back to normal! The heads of humans were now back on their proper bodies as were the dogs. People smiled and stretched as they looked down at their bodies. What I didn't understand was why everyone else was normal again, but I wasn't! Well, not everyone was back to normal. James' head was still attached to the body of a French female poodle and worse still he now possessed the head-fur and ears of a common poodle. The female panted like mad as a male non-human-headed poodle sniffed her rear. I could tell that the poor dog was in heat! She flailed her floppy ears from side to side as the lowly poodle looked up at me and Xena. Xena smiled and bent over so abruptly that I nearly toppled out of her cleavage. She pet over and petted the panting poodle. "I'm sure you'll make a great mom, Trixie!" A look of panic formed on the poodle's still-human face. It's obvious that the former man did not want to be a mother.

I looked  the female poodle in the eyes and noticed that look in her eyes. I could still see humanity in her eyes, but at the same time they possessed that glazed-over look that a dumb dog would have. Xena waved goodbye to the poodle pair as she walked away with me still in tow. As we walked, I noticed only a couple of other head-swapped humans and dogs. The football player Phil's head was attached to the body of his great Dane. His leash was being held by his former body, which was now piloted by the head of his once-faithful great Dane. The former football star chewed at his leash as his former body laughed. Xena waved to them and kept going. The whole time I was pondering about this strange turn of events, I couldn't wrap my head around this whole scenario. The aliens said they'd change us back in a few years. Yet, it's only been a couple of days. And even despite that, some humans and dogs remained swapped. What was the reason for it? I soon discovered the reason as I spotted a calendar as Xena walked by. To my surprise, the calendar had a picture of one of the aliens on it! As soon as I spotted, I desperately tried to wriggle out of Xena's cleavage. Xena smiled and lifted me out from between her bosom. "Looks like you want to walk on your own for a bit. Here you go, girl!"

After removing me from her cleavage, she placed my tiny fuzzy body on the ground. I then waddled over to the discarded calendar. Looking at it, I could tell that it was written in an alien language I couldn't understand. Looking at the list for the first page, I was surprised to find that their weren't different boxes for each individual day. In fact, each day was replaced with a different minute. In fact, the whole calendar was just filled with boxes listing minutes instead of days. It turns out, a year for an alien equates to a day for a human! Discovering this suddenly allowed me to remember something I had forgotten from that fateful evening. The haze lifted as I remembered the moment after the head-swap. I was still half-awake, my head freshly grafted onto Xena's body. My body was immobile, I hadn't yet gotten feeling in it. As my eyes fluttered, the alien came into view. Poking and prodding me, he examined my form. Suddenly, within moments the feeling returned in my body as I was driven by instinct. At that point, I leapt up onto my paws and bit the alien in the face repeatedly. The alien's allies pulled the head alien away is he glared at me. "That's it! Her swap is being extended! Leave the others in their forms for 1-3 of our specie's years, but give her two human years as a dog!"

Those words echoed through my head. I hardly could believe I had forgotten them. That night had been so hazy for the past couple days, yet I could remember it perfectly now. Xena and I were stuck like this longer because I bit the alien in the face! I can assume James and Phil suffered the same punishments as I did. The aliens must have blocked my memories of this event. I was stuck like this for the next couple of years while the world around me returned to normal. Looks like I would have to deal with it, after all I wasn't alone. As I stared down at the calendar, Xena giggled. "Ready to go home, girl? Mommy's got some things to take care of!" I turned to her and gave her a happy bark as she picked me up. Placing me back in her cleavage, we both made our way back home. Even though I was stuck like this for the moment, I knew that one day Xena and I would be back to how we once were. In the meantime, I would enjoy my existence as a dog to the best of my ability! I figured that being a dog couldn't be the worst thing for me, after all I managed to survive head-swapping surgery and the embarrassment of being carried around in my own cleavage. Compared to that, what's the worst the world could throw at me?

A couple months have passed since then. I normally go for walks with Xena, sometimes on a leash but mostly snuggled tightly in her cleavage while she walked. I would normally visit James the poodle, who was now pregnant with a litter. She didn't seem to mind it too much, as the happy little poodle was still her usual self. The tiny dog wasn't super playful though, her baby-bump slowed her down considerably. The pregnant dog wasn't as bouncy as she normally was, but I'm sure she'd bounce back after having her litter. Likewise, Phil the great Dane was getting used to his role as a dog. He'd help blind people cross the street and even did some work as a police dog for a little while. I had changed as well to an extent. I adapted the personality and mannerisms of a dog as I found that my memories and Xena's have merged together. In fact, I found that her memories were a lot more prominent then my own. My thought process was now that of a common canine, yet still retaining some of my own personality traits. One such quirk that I still possessed was being rather embarrassed when being forced to relieve myself on a fire hydrant. My intelligence had also rapidly decreased, greatly reducing my IQ in the process. My eyes were now the glazed-over eyes of a dog, a dumb dog that stared at the world with little understanding of it. A dumb dog that waddled about with her tongue drooping from her mouth like a fool. And I won't lie in saying that I didn't enjoy it. In fact, I lavished in it!

I felt so much more free than I ever did as a human! A dumb and obedient creature, yet one that was very dedicated to her master. I was more like Xena then Patricia now, but I still possessed most of my human memories and a small sliver of intelligence left. In many ways, I preferred my canine mannerism and lack of intelligence to my humanity anyways. I had Xena, or rather "Patricia" to do all the heavy thinking for me. All this time I had worried about being stuck this way or having Xena lord my body over me for all eternity, yet I never once thought to try and enjoy myself. Now, I had the chance to be an actual canine and exist as another being entirely. To me, dog days aren't a terrible thing. They're just something that takes getting used to. And since I'll be spending a few years as a dog, I'll have plenty of time to get used to it.