****** My Life AS A Dog - The Doggygirl ****** Provided By: BDSM_Library www.bdsmlibrary.com Synopsis:                                           My Life as a Dog                                    The Doggygirl                                                                              By: Arnold Puttwyn                                                                          Synopsis: A story of innocent young collage girl changes her status from                                                           human to canine an experiment. This is a rewrite of the original story My Life As A Dog.   I was very intrigued by the story, but it wandered a bit from the very promising start. So with the authors permission I made some minor changes.                                                                                                I have a powerful recurring fantasy image of myself, in my image, a pet dog. I have always loved animals and treasure my memories growing up with a pet golden retriever. I loved Rex he loved me. He was my prized possession, and best friend. Through teenage triumphs and disappointments, I always new that I had one true and loyal friend. I often told Rex about how lucky he was to be such a loved and treasured possession. I told him how lucky he was to have none of my worldly concerns. After all, I was his entire world. All he had to do is make me happy. I missed Rex while I was away at college. I visited home as often as I could. I felt more than a bit guilty that I rushed home not to see my family, but to see my loyal Rex. I was crushed when, in the middle of my junior year, he died. A part of me died also. I felt guilt at not being with him for the last two and one half years or even at the end. I had to go on. I returned to school and threw myself into my studies. I had been a psych major for the last year with a minor in biology. My friends drifted away as I focused more and more of my energies on my classes. I spent so much time in classes and hanging around the labs that I soon got to know the faculty quite well. One of the professors and I seemed to hit it off on both an academic and personal plane. He was young and handsome and very intense when it came to his work. He taught three courses and spent the rest of his time working on grant research. What really got my attention was the fact that his test subjects were all canine. I eventually applied for and got the job as his lab assistant. The job primarily involved feeding, cleaning up and grooming the dogs that were used in the professor's experiments. That was just fine with me. I would also get a chance to help out once in a while with his experiments. The professor, Gary Rice, was researching conscience and subconscious behavior programming techniques applied to animals. A lot of what we did was very reminiscent of puppy obedience school. It was only later that I learned that his major funding was coming from the CIA. One day, he asked me if I wanted to earn a modest testing fee by helping him with one of his other projects. I eagerly agreed and reported to his lab early that Saturday. I was taken to an unused classroom and asked to fill out an extensive questionnaire. I was told that following that, I would be interviewed and then the testing would begin. I was disappointed that the project did not involve the dogs which I had naturally grown quite close to. He told me that this phase of his work strictly involved human subjects. The questionnaire covered a lot of personal background data including family, hobbies and interests. It even asked if I had any close friends, either a girl friend or a boy friend. Eventually the questions became more abstract and I realized that I was taking a very thorough psychological screening test. I answered the questions as well and as honestly as I could. In fact it was a bit embarrassing when asked about my feelings toward animals and any special pets. I felt like I was betraying confidences between me and my pet. Finally I finished the questionnaire. I realized that I had been watched because as soon as I set my pencil down, Gary came back into the room. The next two hours were spent with me pouring out my soul to the professor in response to his constantly probing questions. Before I knew about it I was talking about my pet and how much I missed him and the closeness of our owner/ pet relationship. With this completed, I was told that there were two more tests to complete. The first was a brief medical examination including a blood test and extensive physical measurements. The second was a kind of word association game using a series of pictures. The pictures ranged from the fairly abstract ink spot variety to some very strange and explicit pictures of sex and fetishes. The last picture and the one that really struck a nerve showed a man sitting in a comfortable chair reading his newspaper. Next to him on a lamp table was a drink. He was looking up from his paper and gazing thoughtfully at the image to his side. A small cocker spaniel was sitting up in a classic begging pose trying with all of its being to get his attention and to please its master. Sitting a couple of feet from the dog was a young woman about the same age as the man. She was naked except for a studded dog collar padlocked tightly about her neck. She was up on her kneels with her hands drawn in front of her in exactly the same pose as the dog. She too was facing the man in the chair. But she was stealing a side ways glance at the dog. I was asked to look at the woman's face and explain as well as I could what she was thinking at that moment. After some brief reflection, I said that she was embarrassed to be reduced to the same social status as the dog. But apparently proud to be his pet. She was obviously committed to pleasing her master. Her look at the dog told me that she was feeling competitive with the dog and a bit jealous of the real canine. The professor looked at me a little bit strangely as I interpreted the drawing. He seemed pleased by my responses. There were more pictures, but soon the professor announced that we had done enough for the day. I was told that I had done very well and to come back tomorrow to discuss the results of the test. I was paid and dismissed. That night I had a vivid dream about that last picture and of course I played the role of the leading lady. I woke up and continued my dream in a semi waking state. Before I realized it, I had rubbed my self to a very satisfying orgasm. I couldn't get that picture and my resulting orgasm out of my mind for the rest of the morning. That afternoon, I returned to the professor's lab. I was asked to wait in the room containing all of the dogs' cages. I didn't mind a bit and took the opportunity to scratch behind the ears of all of my little friends. The professor then joined me and said that he wanted to follow up on yesterday's testing with one more procedure. I agreed and allowed myself to be put into a hypnotic trance. I woke up in what appeared to me to be seconds and felt very refreshed. I had no memory of what had occurred while I was in the trance. The professor then confessed that I had not really been taking part in an experiment. He was in fact screening people for his next experiment. He had screened over a hundred people and narrowed the field down to two. Me and another girl on campus. He later told me that his screening criteria included finding someone who would have an academic or professional interest in his behavior modification experiments, a person who liked being around and handling dogs, a person who was very open to subconscious programming such as hypnosis and someone with clear submissive tendencies. I blushed and objected to the last characterization, but knew it to be true. We talked at length about his study and his goals to better understand the human mind. To test his understanding of the human mind, Gary had to demonstrate the ability to shape it and control it. Apparently the control aspect of his experiments was what kept the government's grant money coming in. With this background, he asked me if I wanted to hear his proposal. He prepared me to be shocked. He didn't tell me he'd implanted several suggestions when I was under the hypnotic trance to help me understand and appreciate what he was about to tell me. He explained that his research and animal experiments were done. They had been a great success. The dogs had helped him to demonstrate his theories and their application to the University and more importantly the Government. The University was reluctant to take the next step with human trials. It threatening to shut him down when the Government Agent spoke up. The University was overruled and ordered to assist the professor to mount a full fledged demonstration with a human subject. The project would demonstrate the professor's techniques to modify a human subject's behavior and to alter certain of the subject's personality traits. The Government saw that the results would have far reaching applications ranging from criminal reform to covert government operations. The Agent wanted the toughest test that could be devised of the professor's theories. The Agent reasoned that it wouldn't prove very much if one set of human characteristics were simply substituted for others. He insisted that the personality transference should go deeper and involve an alternate personality completely alien to the subject. Looking around at the lab animals, he came up with the ultimate test of the professor's approach. Gary explained that the Agent pulled him aside and privately asked how confident he was of his theories. Could Gary make a person take on the behavior and personality of say an animal? The answer was yes, but the process was not really designed for that. The Agent apparently had his own agenda and would not listen to Gary's protests. The agent announced that the project funding would continue if and only if a human subject was conditioned to live for a full year as a dog. Gary told me that both he and the University argued in vain. In the end the University was told to either support this project or loose all of their grant work. Gary was told that he had two choices only:  1. Continue the experiment in the University setting or 2. He would be forced to continue in a isolated government facility. Eventually both the University and Gary agreed to proceed with the human trials portion of the project. I should have been stunned, but for some reason I calmly absorbed the fantastic story that Gary told me. I actually found myself wondering what it would be like to undergo this process and be a dog. Hell some of my closest friends had been dogs. Gary said that he would not blame me if I simply got up and left. I insisted that I was OK and wanted to hear more. What I had heard so far intrigued me and I was curious about how they planned to proceed. He assured me that all effects of the conditioning would be reversible. Gary said that I would be paid very well for my participation. I would receive full room and board, be granted 30 credits and have $100,000 deposited into my account for completing the trial. Jokingly, he also said that I would probably become famous. The downside was that I would have to take a year off from regular classes and probably delay my graduation by a semester or more. I would also not be able to see friends and family for the duration of the project. As in any experiment with human volunteers, a number of legal releases and other documents would have to be executed by me and my parents. I was concerned about what my parent's reaction would be, but Gary assured my that the Government would persuade them. The release that I would have to sign sent shivers up and down my spine. Gary was not kidding, I would be a dog in every way for a full year. The release included:     My statement that I have agreed to suspend for the term of one year all of my rights and privileges as a human being and citizen of the country and state.    My agreement and revokable permission to be treated as an animal in all aspects by the professor and his assignees.   My acknowledgment that I would enjoy the protection of the animal human statutes and all rules and regulations concerning experimentation with lab animals.   My permission for medical tests and other procedures.   My agreement that I would undergo a rigorous canine training program which would include, but not be limited to, physical correction and subconscious programming. Gary explained that part of the experiment involved my canine role outside of the lab. He said that school authorities would be advised and a feature story on the experiment would be run in the school and local newspaper. This way, I would cause less of a public sensation when seen being led on my leash. He told me that I would be dressed in a flesh tone spandex bodysuit during the experiment. The only other thing that I would be wearing would be a special dog collar. The collar contains electronic monitoring and control equipment. Gary showed my the suit and collar. I ran my fingers over the leather and metal of the collar and felt the shiny and tight bodystocking. Lingering perhaps a little too long with the articles, Gary suggested that I take them home tonight. Gary then told me to sleep on his proposal and see him at 10:00AM the next morning. There would be one more test if I agreed. The Government agent would be there and would want to meet the two candidates for the experiment. Once again I had several vivid dreams of myself immersed in the dog roll. These dreams were probably stimulated by my nighttime attire. Yes, I was already wearing the body stocking and the collar. The collar seemed to fit me exactly over the body stocking and had been difficult to get clasped. I dreamt that Gary was holding my leash in a puppy obedience class. I also dreamt that I was being taken for a walk across campus. Oddly, everyone we encountered treated me as a dog. When I got up, I discovered that I had apparently jammed the collar's lock on the neck of the body stocking. Thank goodness that the stocking was fitted with a hidden crotch access. Feeling quite embarrassed, I put a raincoat over the collar and bodystocking. Donning a pair of medium heals, I set out for Gary's office for the third morning in a row. Gary took one look at me without the raincoat and said that he would guess that my answer was yes. Beet red, I confirmed his assumption. Without warning, Gary reached for what looked like a TV remote control. Following his pressing of a switch, I felt a tingling sensation emanating from the collar. Without any conscious thought, I dropped to my knees. I also found that I could not stand and could not talk. He briefly tested my vocal ability finding that I was reduced to barking and growls. Reaching down to me, he attached a chain leash to my collar and led me into another room. I was being "introduced" to the government agent. Apparently he liked what he saw. I was released from the collar's control and told that I could have the job if I wanted it. It would start in one week once all of the paperwork and medical lab work was completed. Once we were alone again, Gary explained the function of the collar. I had been given a number of post hypnotic suggestions that could be individually triggered by the song. The actual experiment would include this type and other control techniques. Gary then reviewed all of the legal papers and a checklist for putting my things in storage, subletting my apartment and other things. I would have to work quickly to be ready in a week. Gary sent me on my way. Once again I took the collar and bodystocking. I hoped that they would stimulate more dreams of my like as a dog. ***Chapter 2*** I am one of those people who can endlessly debate the pros and cons over a decision with their inner voice. I had just made the decision of my life. Was it a good decision or a bad one? I had just agreed to trade a year of my life for an opportunity to take part in a major study of human behavior. Well, actually that isn't the reason I am doing it. The $100,000 payment at the end of the year is certainly attractive, but that wasn't my primary motivation. I would be working every day with Gary. Half the coeds on campus, and I, had been fantasizing about after class liaisons with him since he came to this school. This was close to the mark, I couldn't count how many times I masturbated to images of Gary and me with our loins locked together. My real motivation was an intellectual and emotional fascination with the relationship between a pet and its owner (and Rex and I). I had agreed to live my life for the next year as a DOG. I would be a dog, a lab animal and a pet. Just thinking about this would send an electric charge from my brain to my pussy and back again. How did I know that I had made the right decision? As I left that fateful meeting when I agreed to take part, I was flushed and feeling more than a bit light headed. Soft shudders were running through my body as I thought about my decision. Less than a block from his office, I had to sit on a bench or risk falling down. I was pressing my hands against my dripping pussy through my jeans to try to quell the lightning bolts running up and down my spine. It didn't work. Before I knew what had come over me I experienced a shattering orgasm. Sitting there in public, fully dressed, and with no more stimulation than my commitment to live as a canine bitch for the next year I had the biggest orgasm of my life. Wow, if I needed confirmation that I had made the right decision, I guess that my orgasm was it! I sat there dazed for another ten minutes before continuing my walk back to the dorm room, fortunately I had on a pair of new dark blue jeans and the wetness seeping through the crotch didn’t show. I had a long list of arrangements that I had to make in the next week before I began the experiment. I had been preparing for the start of the fall semester. All of those plans would have to be changed. Gary had been very thorough and left me detailed arrangements for nearly every contingency. I visited the school registrar and informed her that I would be taking the next year off. All of the classes that I had signed up for would have to be taken next year. The next visit was to give up my dorm room and dining hall pass. I would not get full credit since it was so close to the beginning of school, but the project grant would provide funds to cover that. I would have to move out of the dorm room and put all of my stuff in storage. Gary had rented me a storage bin at a local UStoreIt facility. I felt that I was starting a significant new chapter in my life. Rather than store all of my belongings, I decided to give away or sell what I could. I wanted to start my new life clean without ties to the past. What made it to the storage bin was primarily clothes that no one else would want second hand. My stereo and most other possessions found good homes with my roommate and others. Gary instructed me to talk about my coming role in the behavior experiment with my roommate and other friends. He reminded me that my role would be very public once the program started. He reasoned that the sooner I dealt with that openly the better. My roommate, Sally, progressively went through the emotions of shock, disbelief, horror, pity and curiosity. Yes, after a dusk to dawn emotional encounter she began to understand my need to live out my canine fantasy. Apparently she had a few fantasies of her own, but lacked the courage or opportunity to live them out. One of those fantasies turned out to involve a romantic interest in me. By dawn, we had fully explored the latent bisexual urges in both of us. This aspect of my sexuality was a revelation to me. However, after admitting my need to be treated as a pet, being bi should not have been much of a shock. Sally and I took a short nap in each others arms before we had to attend to the demands of the next day. I was emotionally drained. I had told her of my long time interest in dogs, my daydreams about Gary, my submissive sexual fantasies, and the coming experiment where I would become a dog. I woke up about 10:00, opening my eyes to see Sally gazing thoughtfully at me. She explained that she was thinking about all that we had talked about last night. As I was rising, she asked to see the collar that I would be wearing. I proudly showed her the finely crafted piece of leather and metal. The collar was about 1 ½ inches wide. The dark brown leather was thick but pliable as only the highest quality leather can be. Feeling the collar, Sally realized that sandwiched between the layers of leather was a band of surgical steel. It was beautifully tooled with a geometric design that circled the entire collar. The back of the collar was almost seamlessly joined by a flush stainless steel lock. The front of the collar included a post and a hinged steel ring. On one side was a blank steel name plate waiting for an engraver's tools. Sally asked about the thicker area on the other side of the collar. I told her about the embedded electronics and the remote control box. She asked if this was like the electronic collar and fence systems that have become popular with widespread leash laws. Sally turned the collar over and over in her hands, then held it up to my neck. She asked me why I wasn't wearing my collar? I had admitted to her last night that I had been told to be as open as possible about my new status as a participant in the experiment. I didn't have a good answer for her. With a sly smile Sally pulled me down to my knees in front of her. She took my head in both hands, leaned over and gave me one of the hottest kisses I can remember. When we got our tongues untangled, she announced that she would help me with my transition. Before I knew it, she had locked the collar on my neck. It was already warm from her handling of it. It fit me snugly as expected and would be a constant reminder to keep my chin up. I was an emotional wreck once again. My face was flush and I knew that I was on the edge of coming spontaneously once again. I pulled of my nighty and rubbed my pussy right there in front of Sally. Sally reached down and attached a chain belt to the ring on my collar and pulled my face into her pussy. She gripped my leash with one hand and held a fist full of my hair with the other. I was being firmly guided as Sally came to her own orgasm. After a refreshing shower Sally asked me if I would be wearing any clothes during the experiment. I told her that normally, I would not wear any clothes except for flesh colored spandex leotard that would be worn in public to avoid scandal. Predictably, Sally ordered me to remain naked while we were in the dorm. Dressed only in my collar, I helped Sally to clean up the room and prepare for the day's activities. Sally offered to help me with all of my arrangements as I prepared for my new life. After our lovemaking of last night, I eagerly agreed to spend every moment I had left at her side. Sally said that she would visit Gary's office to let him know about the arrangement and to get a couple of questions answered about the coming experiment. Gary's office in the psychology building was our first stop. He was surprised to see me back so soon, but obviously pleased that I had already revealed our arrangement to my roommate and was wearing my collar. I asked Gary for the key to the collar. Gary ignored my request and said that he wanted to talk privately with Sally. Sally turned to me and with a big grin told me to STAY in the waiting room. She emerged an hour later carrying a large canvas bag. I told her that I wanted to talk to Gary also and inquired about what he had given her in the canvas bag. I was told that Gary was now busy with something else and could not be disturbed. Sally opened the canvas bag and held up its contents one item at a time. The first item was a chain dog leash with a leather handle at one end and a clasp at the other. The second item was the remote control box that I had seen actuate the electronics embedded in my collar. The third item was a bag of pellets. The label on the bag stated that these were specially formulated "dog" treats made by the Iams company for the experiment. Sally let me try one while patting me on the head and telling me that I was being a GOOD GIRL. The last item was the key to my collar. The key was on a long gold chain which Sally slipped over her neck. She told me that Gary was very excited that Sally would be helping with my transition. He apparently had been told about our sexual exploration last night. Sally related his comment that my new role would be more effectively imprinted if reinforced with positive sexual feedback. Sally gleefully announced that for the next week, she would be my owner and I would be her pet. She observed that it was very similar to the Mistress / Slave relationship that occupied her deepest fantasies. We spent the rest of the morning working through the list of arrangements for my extended absence. We visited the post office and made arrangements for my mail to forwarded to a post office box that Sally would periodically check. My telephone was cancelled. Most of my possessions were packed away for the storage facility. After a light lunch, we headed for my appointment with the local veterinarian. Gary had told me that I had to see the vet to initiate paper work necessary to establish my legal status as a test subject (lab animal). I was expected by the vet in charge of the hospital, Dr. James Canes.  “Jim” he insisted. Sally accompanied me into the examination room. Jim explained that I would be thoroughly examined, given several shots and be tested for common canine ailments. He said that my close contact with the other dogs in the lab required some assurance that I was not carrying something that would be harmful to the canine live stock. Talking more to Sally than to me, he also explained that I would have to be kept overnight for observation to insure that I reacted positively to the vaccination shots. Sally expressed her disappointment at this news. I simply sat speechless, amazed at how quickly I was being treated as a dog by both my closest friend and by complete strangers. Jim left Sally and I with collection containers for my urine and feces. I was told to strip so that a nurse could begin the examination procedures. I took the two containers and started to go into the adjoining bathroom. Sally stopped me and reminded me that I was supposed to be easing into my canine role. She ordered me to strip right there in the middle of the examining room. My clothes were put into her canvas bag. Next she led me to the bathroom and supervised the filling of the specimen containers. In answer to my protests, she reminded me that it would be more in character if we did it outside in the dog run. I then sat quietly on the cold stainless steel examining table waiting for the nurse to come back in. The only effect was the I got kinda cold and my nipples got hard and felt very tender. She said “hi” to Sally and asked her if I was being a good girl. While she chatted with Sally, the nurse scratched me lightly behind my ears and petted my head. It felt very good. Any embarrassment I had from being nude except for my collar soon disappeared. The nurse then handed Sally a leash and asked her to hold me while I was examined. I was first led to a floor scale that was large enough for me to stand on, on all fours. I was weighed and measured with all of the data entered into my vet's file. Back on the examining table, a blood sample was drawn from what the nurse described as my right “paw.”  This was followed by a number of shots including canine cough and rabies vaccines. Every procedure was entered into my file. Soon after the nurse left, Jim returned looking thoughtfully at my file. He told me that they needed a single canine name for my file and other forms. He had called Gary and they decided that my canine name would be Fluffy. This would not have been my first choice, but then I had not been consulted. Jim finished up my examination and a mountain of paper work. He told Sally that they would arrange for the appropriate license with the city and forward a full report to the University Canine Lab. Sally was told to pick me up the next morning at 11:00am. I was wondering what accommodations the animal hospital had for me to spend the night. Before I could ask the question, Sally was out the door and Jim had handed my leash to the nurse. The nurse led me from the examination room, through the waiting area and into the rear of the animal hospital. I realized too late that I was still nude and that Sally had left with my clothes. Despite a few double takes, no one in the lobby seemed upset to be treated to the spectacle of a naked woman being led away by her leash. My first stop was at the grooming salon. The nurse explained that as long as I was here, Sally and Jim had decided that I should receive the full treatment. Jim had made some special arrangements on Gary's behalf. My leash was handed from the nurse to the groomer. I was immediately led to a large tub where I was given a very though shampooing. I noticed that the shampoo included a flea treatment. Something else was spread over my underarms, legs and crotch. When it was rinsed off my hair from those areas washed away too. I was now more nude than I had been since I was little girl. Still dripping wet, I was led to a large wire cage. Once secured inside, a large hair dryer on a stand was directed into the cage to dry my hair. The flow of warm air felt so good on my wet skin. There were three dogs to be groomed before my turn so I waited patently (and enjoyed the warm air) absorbed in my thoughts. This was really the first opportunity to replay the events of the last two days. I had made a fantastic decision to become a dog for the next year. That was still sinking in. A side benefit was that my previously reserved roommate had overnight become my lover and Mistress. I realized that this whole experience had kept my pussy constantly moist for the last 48 hours. No wonder they thought that I needed a bath and grooming, I must reek of musk. Finally my turn arrived. I was placed on the grooming table on all fours. My leash was secured to a post at the head of the table to keep me still. An oil was rubbed into my skin from my neck down to my toes. Besides feeling wonderful, I saw that the bottle claimed a thorough application would retard unwanted hair growth for up to six months. Next I was given a manicure and pedicure. After soaking off my pretty pink polymer nails, real canine looking black claws were glued onto my nails with more polymer. These claws extended beyond my fingertips about one inch and had been filed to a rounded point. The claws on my feet were similar, I hoped they wouldn't interfere with wearing shoes. Attention then focused on my mouth. Four canine incisor caps were epoxied over my human teeth. Glancing into a mirror and bearing my teeth, I looked a little like a female vampire and a lot like a canine bitch. I was rolled over on the grooming table and strapped down. The table had a damn extension that made me feel like I was back at my gynecologist. My legs were strapped into the stirrups and spread wide. An orange colored disinfectant was spread generously over my outer pussy lips and a few inches away on my inner thigh. The groomer told me that there was a real problem with stolen pets being sold to unethical laboratories for medical research. I was to be tattooed on my thigh with my owner's driver license number which would be registered with the national lost pet clearinghouse.  She said Sally's social security number had to be  protected and the social security commission wouldn't give out any information, if I got separated. I idly wondered whose number they would use before it dawned on me that such a tattoo would either be permanent or very painful to have removed. It was too late, with a bit of local anaesthesia, the labeling was over before I realized. I now felt an instrument probing at my right labia. I was quickly pierced there. While waiting for a little bleeding to stop, I was shown the ring and tag that would be inserted. The tag indicated that I answered to Fluffy and was the property of Sally Lund. The back of the tag included information about the national registry, my tattoo and an 800 number to call to return me to my owner. I could feel my humanity being stripped away with each passing moment. Everyone was already treating me like an animal. What would it be like when the experiment began in earnest next week? Was I really ready for this complete submersion in the personality of an animal?  My ponderings were interrupted when the groomer replaced his piercing instrument with my new ring and tag. He closed the ring with pliers, then soldered the opening closed. As he handled my ring and pulled at it gently, I was overcome by yet another spontaneous orgasm. What was happening to me? Every time I let down my guard, I was experiencing another orgasm. Is this what Gary meant by sexual reinforcement of my new role? The groomer moved up my body and prepared to pierce my left nipple. He told me with a grin that this had nothing to do with my canine persona. Sally simply wanted me to be pierced here. Had I completely lost control of my own body?   I growled, bared my fangs and shook my head no.  He stopped when he realized I might actually bite him. Next my pierced earnings were removed and replaced with a wide ear staple on each side. I had been tagged like a wild animal or like the punk babes that hangout around the sleazy leather sex clubs. The groomer finally got around to doing my hair. Once again, I wasn't consulted. My over the shoulder hair was cut short and in a dramatic up swept up style that furthered my appearance as a canine. It was a very severe style that was also reminiscent of a punk / slut style. After the perm set up, a frilly red ribbon was tied onto my collar and I was led to the kennel section of the animal hospital. I had spent so much time on my knees between the cage and grooming table, neither the groomer or I thought anything of it as he led me  by my leash down to the kennels with me still on all fours. In this position, cunt tag dangled freely. It started to turn me on a lot just as we reached my "room for the evening". The groomer commented to the kennel attendant that I seemed to be pleased with my new do and jewelry by the way I was strutting. I was led to a large cage that had obviously just been cleaned. There was fresh water in the bowl and some of the dog treats that I recognized from the Iams package earlier. The cage was too short to stand in so I simply remained on all fours. After dark, I explored the outside dog run portion of the cage. I couldn't put off my bodily functions any longer and squatted outside to relieve myself. Feeling much better, I crawled back through the doggy door to the inside of the kennel. The attendant stood there grinning at me and offered to clean me up. I gratefully accepted his offer to clean up my bottom and pussy. He gently cleaned me inside my cage with a damp towel then rubbed more of the hair retardant oil into my skin. I couldn't help being turned on by this intimate attention and his masterful handling of me. Without words, I gratefully returned the favor by giving him a blow job. Rather than interfering, my new canine teeth seemed to heighten his sensations. I had to be careful not to bite him. When he came, I did too, I swallowed every drop, and licked his dick off completely.   He left after refilling my water dish and giving me more doggy treats. I noticed that the German shepherd and golden retriever on either side of me both had hardons and were trying to get at me through the bars. The rest of the night was uneventful. I went to sleep and continued my vivid dreams of being a dog only to find upon waking that it was really happening. After breakfast and a brisk walk (on lead) I was returned to the groomer for another bath and to check on the piercing. Before he finished Jim and Sally came in to admire my grooming. Sally was beside herself as she pulled gently on my ring and tag. After examining my tattoo with her driver license number, she exclaimed that "You really do belong to me now!". Jim had two additional tags for me. One signified that I had just been vaccinated for rabies. The second tag was my city issued dog license. These tags were attached to the ring on my collar. The accompanying paper work was handed to Sally. Sally then replaced the hospital's lead with a leash that she had brought with her. She also handed me the spandex leotard that I had told her about. She commented that would go shopping for something more appropriate for public wear. With that she led me out to her car. Rather than going back to the dorm room, Sally told me that we were going shopping. She said that we were going to a doggy exercise park. We drove to the nearby pet shop where she picked out a large, red nylon  strap chest harness.  Sally took off my leotard and ordered me to my  knees. She placed the harness over my neck, shoulders, and chest, and  pulled the straps snug around my chest.  My little boobs surrounded by the bright red nylon  really stood out. We left and went to a sort of a punk beauty salon, the first station  had all sorts of theatrical makeup supplies. A sales girl suggested a  demonstration and proceeded with my make over. Actually she didn't do  much of a make over. She continued where the dog groomer had left off  by emphasizing my canine features. She even demonstrated how a special  pair of contact lenses would convert my human looking eyes to those of a dog with the large brown pupils. After she was satisfied with the  makeup around my eyes and down my nose, she placed a narrow shiny tube against my cheek. There was a click and I yelped. It felt like a bee  sting where the tube touched my cheek. She withdrew the tube to display and long and thick whisker. She told me that this is the same technique used by hair transplant salons. By the time she finished, I had a full set of canine whiskers on either side of my mouth. We left the shop, Sally gave me only the red harness to wear. She kept the  leotard in her bag.  I started to get really turned on again as my  boobies jiggled while I walked with the leash attached to the ring of  the harness, in the middle of my back. She predicted that we would be the hit exercise park that afternoon and  again tomorrow morning.  She would lead me around like her puppy.  I was starting to feel that pressure building in my loins again. I was going to have another organism before we got to the park. I couldn't wait for tonight. The park was just off the campus and I was quite an attraction.  I got to really just run around with the ‘other’ dogs. I noticed Sally spent quite some time talking to a woman who had a large black furry dog.  Sally called me right after the woman called her dog and left. The next day Sally led me naked to my appointment with the attorneys to wrap up my legal affairs and sign all of the consents and releases necessary to establish the right of the University to use me in place of traditional lab animals. Then it was back to the dog park. When I got to the park I could jump out and run around for half an hour.  Sally called me and put a leash on my harness and led me to her car. ***Chapter 3*** A week ago, I was what I considered a normal college coed in her junior year majoring in psychology and biology. I studied hard and pursued my future professional interests by working part time as an assistant in the canine research lab run by one of my professors. My sex life was quite limited, while my very normal fantasy life focused on Gary, the young and handsome professor. Within the time of just a few days I had taken an unbelievable job as the test subject in a behavioral study, agreed to live and act like a dog for the sake of science, and dropped out of school for the year. I also discovered and revealed a few things about myself including the acknowledgment of my submissive orientation and a bisexual interest in my roommate. It has now been two days since I have worn any of my human clothes. Those were taken from me by Sally at the veterinarian's office. Where I was impersonally examined and vaccinated. After the vet was done with me, I was led to the grooming area in the animal hospital. After a flea bath I was given a very unique manicure and pedicure. I was outfitted with permanent black pointed canine claws extending about an inch beyond my finger tips and a similar set attached to my toe nails. A set of sharp canine incisors had been epoxied over my human-style teeth and a new set of canine whiskers had been implanted on either side of my mouth. My inner thigh had been tattooed for canine registration and I had been pierced and tagged in my labia.  To insure that the vaccinations had no unexpected side effects, I spent the night in the vet’s kennel. The dangling tag swung around whenever I  moved and caused such strong vibrations all through my pussy. As a back drop to all of these activities, I discovered a side to my roommate, Sally, and myself that I had never even suspected. Sally  agreed to help me make the final arrangements for my year with the canine study. In doing so she literally took the role of my owner and mistress to help me make the transition from human to become a submissive canine test subject. Well, it's is now time to get ready to go out with Sally to the party  she suggested. I would depend on Sally for my entire evening at the party. I wish that Sally would come back into the bed room and unfasten my leash from the bed post where I am lying. I tried, but I soon discovered that my new finger nails (or claws to be more accurate) eliminated virtually all fine motor dexterity. I couldn't even undo the simple clip from my leash to my collar! Sally finally came into the bed room and released my leash from the headboard. I tried to thank her but quickly became frustrated with the lisping speech I produced. The canine teeth that I now possessed interfered with normal human speech. "Fluffy, you are very difficult to understand. Human speech maybe beyond your capabilities now. You certainly won't have any need or opportunity to use it once the experiment begins."  Grinning at me, she continued, "let's simply put you on a nonverbal basis from now on to accelerate your transition. Bark once to agree and twice to say no. Go on, BARK, I want to hear how you sound." "ARF" "GOOD GIRL , KNEEL." Sally pulled me down on my knees by my leash. "If you try to talk again, I will smack  you on your bottom. With your claws, you will obviously need my help to get ready to go. Just relax and depend on me. I will do everything for you." "ARF" With that, I was led to the bathroom where I took care of nature's call. I had no idea when I would get another chance. I couldn't do it myself because, I would be collared and leashed. I couldn't ask Sally to take me to the ladies room without risking the correction on my bottom that she referred to. I had already become completely dependant on her for the most simple basic necessities. Sally wiped me then put me into the tub. She thoroughly washed me with the warm spray from the shower hose and a fragrant soap. "STAND" Sally commanded as I was pulled to me feet by my leash. As she toweled me dry, she paid special attention to my labia ring. She was very gentle over  my still tender tattoo. I was led out of the tub to the center of the bathroom. "STAY" Sally liberally flea powdered every inch of my body. I reflected that the only other time that I had received such luxurious personal attention was at the hands of the dog groomer. Back on my feet, I was led over to the vanity table where all of my new makeup was arranged. Sally studied a Polaroid that had been taken of me at the boutique following my "canine make over". She skillfully redid my face to emphasize my new canine features. A lot of time was spent on my eyes, nose and mouth. When she was done, I would have looked a bit odd without my now familiar whiskers and canine teeth. With these preparations completed, Sally secured my leash to the handle of the top drawer in the dresser. This would keep me on my toes until she returned. In about half an hour, Sally came back to retrieve me. She was stunning in her sexy  dress, hose and high heels. The dress was a rich blue leather confection. The leather appeared to be quite soft and supple. The dress was cut to show plenty of Sally's ample cleavage, most of her back and about ninety percent of her legs. Yes, it fit her like a glove (sorry for the cliché). Her legs were sheathed in shear blue stockings with a seam carefully centered on the back of her legs. Her feet were perched in a pair of strappy four inch sandals. Sally was dramatically made up in shades that complemented her dress. She looked very sexy, sophisticated and poised. The contrast between us would be very dramatic. My makeup and collar, I clearly lacked any appearance of sophistication and poise. I was a dog at the end of my owner's leash. Sally made one final inspection of me before taking my leash. She  touched my cheeks and slid her hands over my boobs and down my back. She stopped when her hand slid off my butt. "Now my fine bitch, we need to do a bit of training before we leave for the party.  Remember, I do not expect to hear you attempting to talk. Any attempts will only embarrass you and will result in punishment across your ass with the end of my leash, don't give me that hurt puppy look,  I'll have a leash on you all the time this evening." "Now, you can walk upright tonight but it must be on HEEL. You will walk on my left and just behind me with your eyes straight ahead. I will communicate when to start, stop, the correct speed and our direction by short and sharp command tugs on the leash. When we stop moving, you will immediately drop down on your haunches in a four point sitting position. I became nervous when I realized that my sitting position would  completely expose my inner lips and vagina. Sally didn’t understand when I tried to point out how exposed I’d be. “Oh,” she shrugged, and waved her hand. “Your modesty is not anything I’m concerned about.” When she realized what I was trying to tell her. If I tell you OK, you can relax while remaining in this position. That means that you can look around, sniff the air and lick my shoe if you desire." "When I am seated, I expect you to be sitting at my side on the floor. When I say SIT, you will assume this position. When I say DOWN, you will lie down at my feet." "If I want to give you any food, it will be scraps off of my plate. I will either hand them down to you or I will put my plate on the floor for you. Any thing that I offer to you to drink will be in a bowl on the floor." "Do you understand?" "ARF" "Ok, lets practice heeling and sitting on command before we have to go." Sally drove us to the party at a house just off campus with me curled up  on the back seat. I wasn’t allowed to sit in a car seat or a chair.  She found a parking spot only a block away from the house. I had been led around the vet's office and out of the shopping mall on my leash, but I was still very self conscience about being seen in my new role. Certainly exposure like this will help me to get over my embarrassment. Sally gave me a quick tug on the leash to encourage me to get out of the back seat. "COME Fluffy, HEEL." We nearly caused an accident as we walked the block to the front door.  We were spotted by two cops in a city police cruiser patrolling the  quiet neighborhood. Their abrupt 180 degree turn caused two other cars to dodge out of their way. The cops stopped us with their lights flashing and ordered us to stand by their car while we were questioned. The first cop was a typical middle aged Irish male who had more than one too many donuts in his career. His partner was a young woman who very nicely filled out her uniform. Officer O'Malley (I swear) asked us where we were going and why I was being led by a leash. Sally explained that "we are going out to the house just up the street." The officers nodded and commented that they were familiar with the party house and why they were patrolling this early. Officer Patricia Flynn asked me if this was true and was I being led on the leash of my own free will. I responded by nodding my head up and down and smiling. I shouldn't have smiled, my canine teeth were clearly displayed. The two officers did a double take and looked me over considerably closer. In turn, they noticed my whiskers, and heavy black canine nails, and the identification tag hanging from my pussy lip. The officers became noticeably more concerned and I realized that we would be here for a while explaining ourselves. Operating by the book, the officers split us up to question us independently. Sally handed my leash to Officer Flynn who led me to the back of the car. O'Malley took Sally's elbow and led her to the front of the car. Officer Flynn asked to see some identification. I lifted my chin and leaned toward her so that she could see the tags on my collar. The dog license just identified the City and a license number. The rabies tag identified the Animal Hospital and confirmed that I had been recently vaccinated. "What other id do you have and what is your name?" I responded by pointing to the tag hanging from my pussy. This seemed to help. It gave my name and explained a little of my situation. Officer Flynn parted my thighs and inspected the tattoo that the tag referred to. Flynn told me to "SIT and STAY" while she tied my leash to the bumper of their squad car. She went forward to compare notes with O'Malley. O'Malley handcuffed Sally and put her in the back seat of the patrol car,  and moved out of earshot to discuss our situation. O'Malley referred to his note pad and briefed Flynn on the story Sally had told him. "She says that they are part of some damn study at the University where Fluffy over there is being trained to act like a dog. Since dogs don't wear any clothes she's kept naked, to bring out little Fluffy's canine and submissive nature. Sally is a student and is Fluffy's roommate." All the two girls could see of this exchange was two cops smirking and shaking their heads in amazement. The cops returned to the squad car where Flynn called the situation in for instructions from their sergeant. She related the story, their observations and provided some information to be checked. Flynn gave the sergeant the phone number of the professor who was supposedly in charge of this loony study and the dog license number off of my tag. She also explained my canine appearance and her reluctance to give me a chance to piss in her patrol car. In a few minutes the radio crackled and the sergeant's voice returned. "I reached the professor who supported their story. He didn't appear to know anything attending a party. The municipal computer confirms that a dog license was just issued to a dog supposedly owned by that Sally you  have there. The dog answers to Fluffy and fits the general description of the other girl. There is no breed indicated on the license application." The sergeant told the officers that if I agreed to be a dog then there wasn't really any violation.  He would leave a note on the log for the day desk sergeant to call the professor to make sure this didn't happen this  way again.  Sally's handcuffs were removed and she was let out of the patrol car. Officer Flynn came back retrieved my leash and ordered me to "STAND". "Well Fluffy, they seem to be very confused downtown. The computer is convinced that you are a dog. You seem to want to be treated as a dog and the University acknowledges the study in which you are supposed to be treated as a dog. I don't mind telling you that I am more than a little confused myself. What confuses me the most is the way I am getting turned on by your appearance and by controlling you with your leash. I guess that, YOU ARE A DOG." We drew a small crowd from the party, and we all walked in together. There were several other dogs inside the house.  A really big shaggy black Bouvier, a herding dog from France.  His owner was a the same woman Sally was talking to for so long at the dog park, a professor that taught  Women's Studies, she seemed a bit put off at first.  When her dog took an  active interest in sniffing my pussy, she looked on with more intent.  After several drinks Sally suggested that Louis XIV, was really intent on  mating. I hadn't yet been bred so I may be a good idea for both of us.   Doctor Lyle got a wicked grin and nodded as Sally told her I should be bred there, tonight.  The only one's who were to be part of this not drinking were me and the Bouvier.  I tried to tell Sally I was not really too sure of it, but my verbal skills were severely restricted.  She turned away to get several of the guests to help move the furniture to make an open space in the middle of the big room.  Chairs were pulled into a big circle for everyone to be able to watch.   I was led into the center and made to get down on all fours.  Louis was  brought in behind me so he could sniff my pussy.  I was getting turned on so there was a fair amount of secretions there for him to lick with his  raspy tongue.  That really got me excited. I heard one of the women there say real loud that I was just like a "bitch  in heat."  Just then I felt the big hairy dog paws as he lifted himself up and onto my back.  Professor Lyle had to assist her dog get his dick  into me, but then he took over and  jammed in and out really fast.  I was really surprised that I came so fast.  Then a second time, right when he did. The party started to break up soon after that. Some people were anxious to get home for a little "breeding" of their own, and some were a little embarrassed that I liked it and they watched.  Some of the girls at the party came over to pet me and cooed over me. We went home soon after that, too.  I first I thought the humiliation was almost too much to bear, but I later realized I could do things as a bitch that a human could get arrested for doing. In section 2 Fluffy gets a surprise when she finds the experiment has a physical aspect too, and  may take longer than the year she originally believed                                    http://bdsmlibraryfree.kinkondemand.com/ My Life as a Dog The Doggygirl                                                      By: Arnold Puttwyn                                                                 Synopsis: A story of innocent young collage girl changes her status from                                              human to canine an experiment. This is a rewrite of the original story My Life As A Dog.   I was very intrigued by the story, but it wandered a bit from the very promising start. So with the authors permission I made some minor changes.                                                                                                I have a powerful recurring fantasy image of myself, in my image, a pet dog. I have always loved animals and treasure my memories growing up with a pet golden retriever. I loved Rex he loved me. He was my prized possession, and best friend. Through teenage triumphs and disappointments, I always new that I had one true and loyal friend. I often told Rex about how lucky he was to be such a loved and treasured possession. I told him how lucky he was to have none of my worldly concerns. After all, I was his entire world. All he had to do is make me happy. I missed Rex while I was away at college. I visited home as often as I could. I felt more than a bit guilty that I rushed home not to see my family, but to see my loyal Rex. I was crushed when, in the middle of my junior year, he died. A part of me died also. I felt guilt at not being with him for the last two and one half years or even at the end. I had to go on. I returned to school and threw myself into my studies. I had been a psych major for the last year with a minor in biology. My friends drifted away as I focused more and more of my energies on my classes. I spent so much time in classes and hanging around the labs that I soon got to know the faculty quite well. One of the professors and I seemed to hit it off on both an academic and personal plane. He was young and handsome and very intense when it came to his work. He taught three courses and spent the rest of his time working on grant research. What really got my attention was the fact that his test subjects were all canine. I eventually applied for and got the job as his lab assistant. The job primarily involved feeding, cleaning up and grooming the dogs that were used in the professor's experiments. That was just fine with me. I would also get a chance to help out once in a while with his experiments. The professor, Gary Rice, was researching conscience and subconscious behavior programming techniques applied to animals. A lot of what we did was very reminiscent of puppy obedience school. It was only later that I learned that his major funding was coming from the CIA. One day, he asked me if I wanted to earn a modest testing fee by helping him with one of his other projects. I eagerly agreed and reported to his lab early that Saturday. I was taken to an unused classroom and asked to fill out an extensive questionnaire. I was told that following that, I would be interviewed and then the testing would begin. I was disappointed that the project did not involve the dogs which I had naturally grown quite close to. He told me that this phase of his work strictly involved human subjects. The questionnaire covered a lot of personal background data including family, hobbies and interests. It even asked if I had any close friends, either a girl friend or a boy friend. Eventually the questions became more abstract and I realized that I was taking a very thorough psychological screening test. I answered the questions as well and as honestly as I could. In fact it was a bit embarrassing when asked about my feelings toward animals and any special pets. I felt like I was betraying confidences between me and my pet. Finally I finished the questionnaire. I realized that I had been watched because as soon as I set my pencil down, Gary came back into the room. The next two hours were spent with me pouring out my soul to the professor in response to his constantly probing questions. Before I knew about it I was talking about my pet and how much I missed him and the closeness of our owner/ pet relationship. With this completed, I was told that there were two more tests to complete. The first was a brief medical examination including a blood test and extensive physical measurements. The second was a kind of word association game using a series of pictures. The pictures ranged from the fairly abstract ink spot variety to some very strange and explicit pictures of sex and fetishes. The last picture and the one that really struck a nerve showed a man sitting in a comfortable chair reading his newspaper. Next to him on a lamp table was a drink. He was looking up from his paper and gazing thoughtfully at the image to his side. A small cocker spaniel was sitting up in a classic begging pose trying with all of its being to get his attention and to please its master. Sitting a couple of feet from the dog was a young woman about the same age as the man. She was naked except for a studded dog collar padlocked tightly about her neck. She was up on her kneels with her hands drawn in front of her in exactly the same pose as the dog. She too was facing the man in the chair. But she was stealing a side ways glance at the dog. I was asked to look at the woman's face and explain as well as I could what she was thinking at that moment. After some brief reflection, I said that she was embarrassed to be reduced to the same social status as the dog. But apparently proud to be his pet. She was obviously committed to pleasing her master. Her look at the dog told me that she was feeling competitive with the dog and a bit jealous of the real canine. The professor looked at me a little bit strangely as I interpreted the drawing. He seemed pleased by my responses. There were more pictures, but soon the professor announced that we had done enough for the day. I was told that I had done very well and to come back tomorrow to discuss the results of the test. I was paid and dismissed. That night I had a vivid dream about that last picture and of course I played the role of the leading lady. I woke up and continued my dream in a semi waking state. Before I realized it, I had rubbed my self to a very satisfying orgasm. I couldn't get that picture and my resulting orgasm out of my mind for the rest of the morning. That afternoon, I returned to the professor's lab. I was asked to wait in the room containing all of the dogs' cages. I didn't mind a bit and took the opportunity to scratch behind the ears of all of my little friends. The professor then joined me and said that he wanted to follow up on yesterday's testing with one more procedure. I agreed and allowed myself to be put into a hypnotic trance. I woke up in what appeared to me to be seconds and felt very refreshed. I had no memory of what had occurred while I was in the trance. The professor then confessed that I had not really been taking part in an experiment. He was in fact screening people for his next experiment. He had screened over a hundred people and narrowed the field down to two. Me and another girl on campus. He later told me that his screening criteria included finding someone who would have an academic or professional interest in his behavior modification experiments, a person who liked being around and handling dogs, a person who was very open to subconscious programming such as hypnosis and someone with clear submissive tendencies. I blushed and objected to the last characterization, but knew it to be true. We talked at length about his study and his goals to better understand the human mind. To test his understanding of the human mind, Gary had to demonstrate the ability to shape it and control it. Apparently the control aspect of his experiments was what kept the government's grant money coming in. With this background, he asked me if I wanted to hear his proposal. He prepared me to be shocked. He didn't tell me he'd implanted several suggestions when I was under the hypnotic trance to help me understand and appreciate what he was about to tell me. He explained that his research and animal experiments were done. They had been a great success. The dogs had helped him to demonstrate his theories and their application to the University and more importantly the Government. The University was reluctant to take the next step with human trials. It threatening to shut him down when the Government Agent spoke up. The University was overruled and ordered to assist the professor to mount a full fledged demonstration with a human subject. The project would demonstrate the professor's techniques to modify a human subject's behavior and to alter certain of the subject's personality traits. The Government saw that the results would have far reaching applications ranging from criminal reform to covert government operations. The Agent wanted the toughest test that could be devised of the professor's theories. The Agent reasoned that it wouldn't prove very much if one set of human characteristics were simply substituted for others. He insisted that the personality transference should go deeper and involve an alternate personality completely alien to the subject. Looking around at the lab animals, he came up with the ultimate test of the professor's approach. Gary explained that the Agent pulled him aside and privately asked how confident he was of his theories. Could Gary make a person take on the behavior and personality of say an animal? The answer was yes, but the process was not really designed for that. The Agent apparently had his own agenda and would not listen to Gary's protests. The agent announced that the project funding would continue if and only if a human subject was conditioned to live for a full year as a dog. Gary told me that both he and the University argued in vain. In the end the University was told to either support this project or loose all of their grant work. Gary was told that he had two choices only:  1. Continue the experiment in the University setting or 2. He would be forced to continue in a isolated government facility. Eventually both the University and Gary agreed to proceed with the human trials portion of the project. I should have been stunned, but for some reason I calmly absorbed the fantastic story that Gary told me. I actually found myself wondering what it would be like to undergo this process and be a dog. Hell some of my closest friends had been dogs. Gary said that he would not blame me if I simply got up and left. I insisted that I was OK and wanted to hear more. What I had heard so far intrigued me and I was curious about how they planned to proceed. He assured me that all effects of the conditioning would be reversible. Gary said that I would be paid very well for my participation. I would receive full room and board, be granted 30 credits and have $100,000 deposited into my account for completing the trial. Jokingly, he also said that I would probably become famous. The downside was that I would have to take a year off from regular classes and probably delay my graduation by a semester or more. I would also not be able to see friends and family for the duration of the project. As in any experiment with human volunteers, a number of legal releases and other documents would have to be executed by me and my parents. I was concerned about what my parent's reaction would be, but Gary assured my that the Government would persuade them. The release that I would have to sign sent shivers up and down my spine. Gary was not kidding, I would be a dog in every way for a full year. The release included:     My statement that I have agreed to suspend for the term of one year all of my rights and privileges as a human being and citizen of the country and state.    My agreement and revokable permission to be treated as an animal in all aspects by the professor and his assignees.   My acknowledgment that I would enjoy the protection of the animal human statutes and all rules and regulations concerning experimentation with lab animals.   My permission for medical tests and other procedures.   My agreement that I would undergo a rigorous canine training program which would include, but not be limited to, physical correction and subconscious programming. Gary explained that part of the experiment involved my canine role outside of the lab. He said that school authorities would be advised and a feature story on the experiment would be run in the school and local newspaper. This way, I would cause less of a public sensation when seen being led on my leash. He told me that I would be dressed in a flesh tone spandex bodysuit during the experiment. The only other thing that I would be wearing would be a special dog collar. The collar contains electronic monitoring and control equipment. Gary showed my the suit and collar. I ran my fingers over the leather and metal of the collar and felt the shiny and tight bodystocking. Lingering perhaps a little too long with the articles, Gary suggested that I take them home tonight. Gary then told me to sleep on his proposal and see him at 10:00AM the next morning. There would be one more test if I agreed. The Government agent would be there and would want to meet the two candidates for the experiment. Once again I had several vivid dreams of myself immersed in the dog roll. These dreams were probably stimulated by my nighttime attire. Yes, I was already wearing the body stocking and the collar. The collar seemed to fit me exactly over the body stocking and had been difficult to get clasped. I dreamt that Gary was holding my leash in a puppy obedience class. I also dreamt that I was being taken for a walk across campus. Oddly, everyone we encountered treated me as a dog. When I got up, I discovered that I had apparently jammed the collar's lock on the neck of the body stocking. Thank goodness that the stocking was fitted with a hidden crotch access. Feeling quite embarrassed, I put a raincoat over the collar and bodystocking. Donning a pair of medium heals, I set out for Gary's office for the third morning in a row. Gary took one look at me without the raincoat and said that he would guess that my answer was yes. Beet red, I confirmed his assumption. Without warning, Gary reached for what looked like a TV remote control. Following his pressing of a switch, I felt a tingling sensation emanating from the collar. Without any conscious thought, I dropped to my knees. I also found that I could not stand and could not talk. He briefly tested my vocal ability finding that I was reduced to barking and growls. Reaching down to me, he attached a chain leash to my collar and led me into another room. I was being "introduced" to the government agent. Apparently he liked what he saw. I was released from the collar's control and told that I could have the job if I wanted it. It would start in one week once all of the paperwork and medical lab work was completed. Once we were alone again, Gary explained the function of the collar. I had been given a number of post hypnotic suggestions that could be individually triggered by the song. The actual experiment would include this type and other control techniques. Gary then reviewed all of the legal papers and a checklist for putting my things in storage, subletting my apartment and other things. I would have to work quickly to be ready in a week. Gary sent me on my way. Once again I took the collar and bodystocking. I hoped that they would stimulate more dreams of my like as a dog. ***Chapter 2*** I am one of those people who can endlessly debate the pros and cons over a decision with their inner voice. I had just made the decision of my life. Was it a good decision or a bad one? I had just agreed to trade a year of my life for an opportunity to take part in a major study of human behavior. Well, actually that isn't the reason I am doing it. The $100,000 payment at the end of the year is certainly attractive, but that wasn't my primary motivation. I would be working every day with Gary. Half the coeds on campus, and I, had been fantasizing about after class liaisons with him since he came to this school. This was close to the mark, I couldn't count how many times I masturbated to images of Gary and me with our loins locked together. My real motivation was an intellectual and emotional fascination with the relationship between a pet and its owner (and Rex and I). I had agreed to live my life for the next year as a DOG. I would be a dog, a lab animal and a pet. Just thinking about this would send an electric charge from my brain to my pussy and back again. How did I know that I had made the right decision? As I left that fateful meeting when I agreed to take part, I was flushed and feeling more than a bit light headed. Soft shudders were running through my body as I thought about my decision. Less than a block from his office, I had to sit on a bench or risk falling down. I was pressing my hands against my dripping pussy through my jeans to try to quell the lightning bolts running up and down my spine. It didn't work. Before I knew what had come over me I experienced a shattering orgasm. Sitting there in public, fully dressed, and with no more stimulation than my commitment to live as a canine bitch for the next year I had the biggest orgasm of my life. Wow, if I needed confirmation that I had made the right decision, I guess that my orgasm was it! I sat there dazed for another ten minutes before continuing my walk back to the dorm room, fortunately I had on a pair of new dark blue jeans and the wetness seeping through the crotch didn’t show. I had a long list of arrangements that I had to make in the next week before I began the experiment. I had been preparing for the start of the fall semester. All of those plans would have to be changed. Gary had been very thorough and left me detailed arrangements for nearly every contingency. I visited the school registrar and informed her that I would be taking the next year off. All of the classes that I had signed up for would have to be taken next year. The next visit was to give up my dorm room and dining hall pass. I would not get full credit since it was so close to the beginning of school, but the project grant would provide funds to cover that. I would have to move out of the dorm room and put all of my stuff in storage. Gary had rented me a storage bin at a local UStoreIt facility. I felt that I was starting a significant new chapter in my life. Rather than store all of my belongings, I decided to give away or sell what I could. I wanted to start my new life clean without ties to the past. What made it to the storage bin was primarily clothes that no one else would want second hand. My stereo and most other possessions found good homes with my roommate and others. Gary instructed me to talk about my coming role in the behavior experiment with my roommate and other friends. He reminded me that my role would be very public once the program started. He reasoned that the sooner I dealt with that openly the better. My roommate, Sally, progressively went through the emotions of shock, disbelief, horror, pity and curiosity. Yes, after a dusk to dawn emotional encounter she began to understand my need to live out my canine fantasy. Apparently she had a few fantasies of her own, but lacked the courage or opportunity to live them out. One of those fantasies turned out to involve a romantic interest in me. By dawn, we had fully explored the latent bisexual urges in both of us. This aspect of my sexuality was a revelation to me. However, after admitting my need to be treated as a pet, being bi should not have been much of a shock. Sally and I took a short nap in each others arms before we had to attend to the demands of the next day. I was emotionally drained. I had told her of my long time interest in dogs, my daydreams about Gary, my submissive sexual fantasies, and the coming experiment where I would become a dog. I woke up about 10:00, opening my eyes to see Sally gazing thoughtfully at me. She explained that she was thinking about all that we had talked about last night. As I was rising, she asked to see the collar that I would be wearing. I proudly showed her the finely crafted piece of leather and metal. The collar was about 1 ½ inches wide. The dark brown leather was thick but pliable as only the highest quality leather can be. Feeling the collar, Sally realized that sandwiched between the layers of leather was a band of surgical steel. It was beautifully tooled with a geometric design that circled the entire collar. The back of the collar was almost seamlessly joined by a flush stainless steel lock. The front of the collar included a post and a hinged steel ring. On one side was a blank steel name plate waiting for an engraver's tools. Sally asked about the thicker area on the other side of the collar. I told her about the embedded electronics and the remote control box. She asked if this was like the electronic collar and fence systems that have become popular with widespread leash laws. Sally turned the collar over and over in her hands, then held it up to my neck. She asked me why I wasn't wearing my collar? I had admitted to her last night that I had been told to be as open as possible about my new status as a participant in the experiment. I didn't have a good answer for her. With a sly smile Sally pulled me down to my knees in front of her. She took my head in both hands, leaned over and gave me one of the hottest kisses I can remember. When we got our tongues untangled, she announced that she would help me with my transition. Before I knew it, she had locked the collar on my neck. It was already warm from her handling of it. It fit me snugly as expected and would be a constant reminder to keep my chin up. I was an emotional wreck once again. My face was flush and I knew that I was on the edge of coming spontaneously once again. I pulled of my nighty and rubbed my pussy right there in front of Sally. Sally reached down and attached a chain belt to the ring on my collar and pulled my face into her pussy. She gripped my leash with one hand and held a fist full of my hair with the other. I was being firmly guided as Sally came to her own orgasm. After a refreshing shower Sally asked me if I would be wearing any clothes during the experiment. I told her that normally, I would not wear any clothes except for flesh colored spandex leotard that would be worn in public to avoid scandal. Predictably, Sally ordered me to remain naked while we were in the dorm. Dressed only in my collar, I helped Sally to clean up the room and prepare for the day's activities. Sally offered to help me with all of my arrangements as I prepared for my new life. After our lovemaking of last night, I eagerly agreed to spend every moment I had left at her side. Sally said that she would visit Gary's office to let him know about the arrangement and to get a couple of questions answered about the coming experiment. Gary's office in the psychology building was our first stop. He was surprised to see me back so soon, but obviously pleased that I had already revealed our arrangement to my roommate and was wearing my collar. I asked Gary for the key to the collar. Gary ignored my request and said that he wanted to talk privately with Sally. Sally turned to me and with a big grin told me to STAY in the waiting room. She emerged an hour later carrying a large canvas bag. I told her that I wanted to talk to Gary also and inquired about what he had given her in the canvas bag. I was told that Gary was now busy with something else and could not be disturbed. Sally opened the canvas bag and held up its contents one item at a time. The first item was a chain dog leash with a leather handle at one end and a clasp at the other. The second item was the remote control box that I had seen actuate the electronics embedded in my collar. The third item was a bag of pellets. The label on the bag stated that these were specially formulated "dog" treats made by the Iams company for the experiment. Sally let me try one while patting me on the head and telling me that I was being a GOOD GIRL. The last item was the key to my collar. The key was on a long gold chain which Sally slipped over her neck. She told me that Gary was very excited that Sally would be helping with my transition. He apparently had been told about our sexual exploration last night. Sally related his comment that my new role would be more effectively imprinted if reinforced with positive sexual feedback. Sally gleefully announced that for the next week, she would be my owner and I would be her pet. She observed that it was very similar to the Mistress / Slave relationship that occupied her deepest fantasies. We spent the rest of the morning working through the list of arrangements for my extended absence. We visited the post office and made arrangements for my mail to forwarded to a post office box that Sally would periodically check. My telephone was cancelled. Most of my possessions were packed away for the storage facility. After a light lunch, we headed for my appointment with the local veterinarian. Gary had told me that I had to see the vet to initiate paper work necessary to establish my legal status as a test subject (lab animal). I was expected by the vet in charge of the hospital, Dr. James Canes.  “Jim” he insisted. Sally accompanied me into the examination room. Jim explained that I would be thoroughly examined, given several shots and be tested for common canine ailments. He said that my close contact with the other dogs in the lab required some assurance that I was not carrying something that would be harmful to the canine live stock. Talking more to Sally than to me, he also explained that I would have to be kept overnight for observation to insure that I reacted positively to the vaccination shots. Sally expressed her disappointment at this news. I simply sat speechless, amazed at how quickly I was being treated as a dog by both my closest friend and by complete strangers. Jim left Sally and I with collection containers for my urine and feces. I was told to strip so that a nurse could begin the examination procedures. I took the two containers and started to go into the adjoining bathroom. Sally stopped me and reminded me that I was supposed to be easing into my canine role. She ordered me to strip right there in the middle of the examining room. My clothes were put into her canvas bag. Next she led me to the bathroom and supervised the filling of the specimen containers. In answer to my protests, she reminded me that it would be more in character if we did it outside in the dog run. I then sat quietly on the cold stainless steel examining table waiting for the nurse to come back in. The only effect was the I got kinda cold and my nipples got hard and felt very tender. She said “hi” to Sally and asked her if I was being a good girl. While she chatted with Sally, the nurse scratched me lightly behind my ears and petted my head. It felt very good. Any embarrassment I had from being nude except for my collar soon disappeared. The nurse then handed Sally a leash and asked her to hold me while I was examined. I was first led to a floor scale that was large enough for me to stand on, on all fours. I was weighed and measured with all of the data entered into my vet's file. Back on the examining table, a blood sample was drawn from what the nurse described as my right “paw.”  This was followed by a number of shots including canine cough and rabies vaccines. Every procedure was entered into my file. Soon after the nurse left, Jim returned looking thoughtfully at my file. He told me that they needed a single canine name for my file and other forms. He had called Gary and they decided that my canine name would be Fluffy. This would not have been my first choice, but then I had not been consulted. Jim finished up my examination and a mountain of paper work. He told Sally that they would arrange for the appropriate license with the city and forward a full report to the University Canine Lab. Sally was told to pick me up the next morning at 11:00am. I was wondering what accommodations the animal hospital had for me to spend the night. Before I could ask the question, Sally was out the door and Jim had handed my leash to the nurse. The nurse led me from the examination room, through the waiting area and into the rear of the animal hospital. I realized too late that I was still nude and that Sally had left with my clothes. Despite a few double takes, no one in the lobby seemed upset to be treated to the spectacle of a naked woman being led away by her leash. My first stop was at the grooming salon. The nurse explained that as long as I was here, Sally and Jim had decided that I should receive the full treatment. Jim had made some special arrangements on Gary's behalf. My leash was handed from the nurse to the groomer. I was immediately led to a large tub where I was given a very though shampooing. I noticed that the shampoo included a flea treatment. Something else was spread over my underarms, legs and crotch. When it was rinsed off my hair from those areas washed away too. I was now more nude than I had been since I was little girl. Still dripping wet, I was led to a large wire cage. Once secured inside, a large hair dryer on a stand was directed into the cage to dry my hair. The flow of warm air felt so good on my wet skin. There were three dogs to be groomed before my turn so I waited patently (and enjoyed the warm air) absorbed in my thoughts. This was really the first opportunity to replay the events of the last two days. I had made a fantastic decision to become a dog for the next year. That was still sinking in. A side benefit was that my previously reserved roommate had overnight become my lover and Mistress. I realized that this whole experience had kept my pussy constantly moist for the last 48 hours. No wonder they thought that I needed a bath and grooming, I must reek of musk. Finally my turn arrived. I was placed on the grooming table on all fours. My leash was secured to a post at the head of the table to keep me still. An oil was rubbed into my skin from my neck down to my toes. Besides feeling wonderful, I saw that the bottle claimed a thorough application would retard unwanted hair growth for up to six months. Next I was given a manicure and pedicure. After soaking off my pretty pink polymer nails, real canine looking black claws were glued onto my nails with more polymer. These claws extended beyond my fingertips about one inch and had been filed to a rounded point. The claws on my feet were similar, I hoped they wouldn't interfere with wearing shoes. Attention then focused on my mouth. Four canine incisor caps were epoxied over my human teeth. Glancing into a mirror and bearing my teeth, I looked a little like a female vampire and a lot like a canine bitch. I was rolled over on the grooming table and strapped down. The table had a damn extension that made me feel like I was back at my gynecologist. My legs were strapped into the stirrups and spread wide. An orange colored disinfectant was spread generously over my outer pussy lips and a few inches away on my inner thigh. The groomer told me that there was a real problem with stolen pets being sold to unethical laboratories for medical research. I was to be tattooed on my thigh with my owner's driver license number which would be registered with the national lost pet clearinghouse.  She said Sally's social security number had to be  protected and the social security commission wouldn't give out any information, if I got separated. I idly wondered whose number they would use before it dawned on me that such a tattoo would either be permanent or very painful to have removed. It was too late, with a bit of local anaesthesia, the labeling was over before I realized. I now felt an instrument probing at my right labia. I was quickly pierced there. While waiting for a little bleeding to stop, I was shown the ring and tag that would be inserted. The tag indicated that I answered to Fluffy and was the property of Sally Lund. The back of the tag included information about the national registry, my tattoo and an 800 number to call to return me to my owner. I could feel my humanity being stripped away with each passing moment. Everyone was already treating me like an animal. What would it be like when the experiment began in earnest next week? Was I really ready for this complete submersion in the personality of an animal?  My ponderings were interrupted when the groomer replaced his piercing instrument with my new ring and tag. He closed the ring with pliers, then soldered the opening closed. As he handled my ring and pulled at it gently, I was overcome by yet another spontaneous orgasm. What was happening to me? Every time I let down my guard, I was experiencing another orgasm. Is this what Gary meant by sexual reinforcement of my new role? The groomer moved up my body and prepared to pierce my left nipple. He told me with a grin that this had nothing to do with my canine persona. Sally simply wanted me to be pierced here. Had I completely lost control of my own body?   I growled, bared my fangs and shook my head no.  He stopped when he realized I might actually bite him. Next my pierced earnings were removed and replaced with a wide ear staple on each side. I had been tagged like a wild animal or like the punk babes that hangout around the sleazy leather sex clubs. The groomer finally got around to doing my hair. Once again, I wasn't consulted. My over the shoulder hair was cut short and in a dramatic up swept up style that furthered my appearance as a canine. It was a very severe style that was also reminiscent of a punk / slut style. After the perm set up, a frilly red ribbon was tied onto my collar and I was led to the kennel section of the animal hospital. I had spent so much time on my knees between the cage and grooming table, neither the groomer or I thought anything of it as he led me  by my leash down to the kennels with me still on all fours. In this position, cunt tag dangled freely. It started to turn me on a lot just as we reached my "room for the evening". The groomer commented to the kennel attendant that I seemed to be pleased with my new do and jewelry by the way I was strutting. I was led to a large cage that had obviously just been cleaned. There was fresh water in the bowl and some of the dog treats that I recognized from the Iams package earlier. The cage was too short to stand in so I simply remained on all fours. After dark, I explored the outside dog run portion of the cage. I couldn't put off my bodily functions any longer and squatted outside to relieve myself. Feeling much better, I crawled back through the doggy door to the inside of the kennel. The attendant stood there grinning at me and offered to clean me up. I gratefully accepted his offer to clean up my bottom and pussy. He gently cleaned me inside my cage with a damp towel then rubbed more of the hair retardant oil into my skin. I couldn't help being turned on by this intimate attention and his masterful handling of me. Without words, I gratefully returned the favor by giving him a blow job. Rather than interfering, my new canine teeth seemed to heighten his sensations. I had to be careful not to bite him. When he came, I did too, I swallowed every drop, and licked his dick off completely.   He left after refilling my water dish and giving me more doggy treats. I noticed that the German shepherd and golden retriever on either side of me both had hardons and were trying to get at me through the bars. The rest of the night was uneventful. I went to sleep and continued my vivid dreams of being a dog only to find upon waking that it was really happening. After breakfast and a brisk walk (on lead) I was returned to the groomer for another bath and to check on the piercing. Before he finished Jim and Sally came in to admire my grooming. Sally was beside herself as she pulled gently on my ring and tag. After examining my tattoo with her driver license number, she exclaimed that "You really do belong to me now!". Jim had two additional tags for me. One signified that I had just been vaccinated for rabies. The second tag was my city issued dog license. These tags were attached to the ring on my collar. The accompanying paper work was handed to Sally. Sally then replaced the hospital's lead with a leash that she had brought with her. She also handed me the spandex leotard that I had told her about. She commented that would go shopping for something more appropriate for public wear. With that she led me out to her car. Rather than going back to the dorm room, Sally told me that we were going shopping. She said that we were going to a doggy exercise park. We drove to the nearby pet shop where she picked out a large, red nylon  strap chest harness.  Sally took off my leotard and ordered me to my  knees. She placed the harness over my neck, shoulders, and chest, and  pulled the straps snug around my chest.  My little boobs surrounded by the bright red nylon  really stood out. We left and went to a sort of a punk beauty salon, the first station  had all sorts of theatrical makeup supplies. A sales girl suggested a  demonstration and proceeded with my make over. Actually she didn't do  much of a make over. She continued where the dog groomer had left off  by emphasizing my canine features. She even demonstrated how a special  pair of contact lenses would convert my human looking eyes to those of a dog with the large brown pupils. After she was satisfied with the  makeup around my eyes and down my nose, she placed a narrow shiny tube against my cheek. There was a click and I yelped. It felt like a bee  sting where the tube touched my cheek. She withdrew the tube to display and long and thick whisker. She told me that this is the same technique used by hair transplant salons. By the time she finished, I had a full set of canine whiskers on either side of my mouth. We left the shop, Sally gave me only the red harness to wear. She kept the  leotard in her bag.  I started to get really turned on again as my  boobies jiggled while I walked with the leash attached to the ring of  the harness, in the middle of my back. She predicted that we would be the hit exercise park that afternoon and  again tomorrow morning.  She would lead me around like her puppy.  I was starting to feel that pressure building in my loins again. I was going to have another organism before we got to the park. I couldn't wait for tonight. The park was just off the campus and I was quite an attraction.  I got to really just run around with the ‘other’ dogs. I noticed Sally spent quite some time talking to a woman who had a large black furry dog.  Sally called me right after the woman called her dog and left. The next day Sally led me naked to my appointment with the attorneys to wrap up my legal affairs and sign all of the consents and releases necessary to establish the right of the University to use me in place of traditional lab animals. Then it was back to the dog park. When I got to the park I could jump out and run around for half an hour.  Sally called me and put a leash on my harness and led me to her car. ***Chapter 3*** A week ago, I was what I considered a normal college coed in her junior year majoring in psychology and biology. I studied hard and pursued my future professional interests by working part time as an assistant in the canine research lab run by one of my professors. My sex life was quite limited, while my very normal fantasy life focused on Gary, the young and handsome professor. Within the time of just a few days I had taken an unbelievable job as the test subject in a behavioral study, agreed to live and act like a dog for the sake of science, and dropped out of school for the year. I also discovered and revealed a few things about myself including the acknowledgment of my submissive orientation and a bisexual interest in my roommate. It has now been two days since I have worn any of my human clothes. Those were taken from me by Sally at the veterinarian's office. Where I was impersonally examined and vaccinated. After the vet was done with me, I was led to the grooming area in the animal hospital. After a flea bath I was given a very unique manicure and pedicure. I was outfitted with permanent black pointed canine claws extending about an inch beyond my finger tips and a similar set attached to my toe nails. A set of sharp canine incisors had been epoxied over my human-style teeth and a new set of canine whiskers had been implanted on either side of my mouth. My inner thigh had been tattooed for canine registration and I had been pierced and tagged in my labia.  To insure that the vaccinations had no unexpected side effects, I spent the night in the vet’s kennel. The dangling tag swung around whenever I  moved and caused such strong vibrations all through my pussy. As a back drop to all of these activities, I discovered a side to my roommate, Sally, and myself that I had never even suspected. Sally  agreed to help me make the final arrangements for my year with the canine study. In doing so she literally took the role of my owner and mistress to help me make the transition from human to become a submissive canine test subject. Well, it's is now time to get ready to go out with Sally to the party  she suggested. I would depend on Sally for my entire evening at the party. I wish that Sally would come back into the bed room and unfasten my leash from the bed post where I am lying. I tried, but I soon discovered that my new finger nails (or claws to be more accurate) eliminated virtually all fine motor dexterity. I couldn't even undo the simple clip from my leash to my collar! Sally finally came into the bed room and released my leash from the headboard. I tried to thank her but quickly became frustrated with the lisping speech I produced. The canine teeth that I now possessed interfered with normal human speech. "Fluffy, you are very difficult to understand. Human speech maybe beyond your capabilities now. You certainly won't have any need or opportunity to use it once the experiment begins."  Grinning at me, she continued, "let's simply put you on a nonverbal basis from now on to accelerate your transition. Bark once to agree and twice to say no. Go on, BARK, I want to hear how you sound." "ARF" "GOOD GIRL , KNEEL." Sally pulled me down on my knees by my leash. "If you try to talk again, I will smack  you on your bottom. With your claws, you will obviously need my help to get ready to go. Just relax and depend on me. I will do everything for you." "ARF" With that, I was led to the bathroom where I took care of nature's call. I had no idea when I would get another chance. I couldn't do it myself because, I would be collared and leashed. I couldn't ask Sally to take me to the ladies room without risking the correction on my bottom that she referred to. I had already become completely dependant on her for the most simple basic necessities. Sally wiped me then put me into the tub. She thoroughly washed me with the warm spray from the shower hose and a fragrant soap. "STAND" Sally commanded as I was pulled to me feet by my leash. As she toweled me dry, she paid special attention to my labia ring. She was very gentle over  my still tender tattoo. I was led out of the tub to the center of the bathroom. "STAY" Sally liberally flea powdered every inch of my body. I reflected that the only other time that I had received such luxurious personal attention was at the hands of the dog groomer. Back on my feet, I was led over to the vanity table where all of my new makeup was arranged. Sally studied a Polaroid that had been taken of me at the boutique following my "canine make over". She skillfully redid my face to emphasize my new canine features. A lot of time was spent on my eyes, nose and mouth. When she was done, I would have looked a bit odd without my now familiar whiskers and canine teeth. With these preparations completed, Sally secured my leash to the handle of the top drawer in the dresser. This would keep me on my toes until she returned. In about half an hour, Sally came back to retrieve me. She was stunning in her sexy  dress, hose and high heels. The dress was a rich blue leather confection. The leather appeared to be quite soft and supple. The dress was cut to show plenty of Sally's ample cleavage, most of her back and about ninety percent of her legs. Yes, it fit her like a glove (sorry for the cliché). Her legs were sheathed in shear blue stockings with a seam carefully centered on the back of her legs. Her feet were perched in a pair of strappy four inch sandals. Sally was dramatically made up in shades that complemented her dress. She looked very sexy, sophisticated and poised. The contrast between us would be very dramatic. My makeup and collar, I clearly lacked any appearance of sophistication and poise. I was a dog at the end of my owner's leash. Sally made one final inspection of me before taking my leash. She  touched my cheeks and slid her hands over my boobs and down my back. She stopped when her hand slid off my butt. "Now my fine bitch, we need to do a bit of training before we leave for the party.  Remember, I do not expect to hear you attempting to talk. Any attempts will only embarrass you and will result in punishment across your ass with the end of my leash, don't give me that hurt puppy look,  I'll have a leash on you all the time this evening." "Now, you can walk upright tonight but it must be on HEEL. You will walk on my left and just behind me with your eyes straight ahead. I will communicate when to start, stop, the correct speed and our direction by short and sharp command tugs on the leash. When we stop moving, you will immediately drop down on your haunches in a four point sitting position. I became nervous when I realized that my sitting position would  completely expose my inner lips and vagina. Sally didn’t understand when I tried to point out how exposed I’d be. “Oh,” she shrugged, and waved her hand. “Your modesty is not anything I’m concerned about.” When she realized what I was trying to tell her. If I tell you OK, you can relax while remaining in this position. That means that you can look around, sniff the air and lick my shoe if you desire." "When I am seated, I expect you to be sitting at my side on the floor. When I say SIT, you will assume this position. When I say DOWN, you will lie down at my feet." "If I want to give you any food, it will be scraps off of my plate. I will either hand them down to you or I will put my plate on the floor for you. Any thing that I offer to you to drink will be in a bowl on the floor." "Do you understand?" "ARF" "Ok, lets practice heeling and sitting on command before we have to go." Sally drove us to the party at a house just off campus with me curled up  on the back seat. I wasn’t allowed to sit in a car seat or a chair.  She found a parking spot only a block away from the house. I had been led around the vet's office and out of the shopping mall on my leash, but I was still very self conscience about being seen in my new role. Certainly exposure like this will help me to get over my embarrassment. Sally gave me a quick tug on the leash to encourage me to get out of the back seat. "COME Fluffy, HEEL." We nearly caused an accident as we walked the block to the front door.  We were spotted by two cops in a city police cruiser patrolling the  quiet neighborhood. Their abrupt 180 degree turn caused two other cars to dodge out of their way. The cops stopped us with their lights flashing and ordered us to stand by their car while we were questioned. The first cop was a typical middle aged Irish male who had more than one too many donuts in his career. His partner was a young woman who very nicely filled out her uniform. Officer O'Malley (I swear) asked us where we were going and why I was being led by a leash. Sally explained that "we are going out to the house just up the street." The officers nodded and commented that they were familiar with the party house and why they were patrolling this early. Officer Patricia Flynn asked me if this was true and was I being led on the leash of my own free will. I responded by nodding my head up and down and smiling. I shouldn't have smiled, my canine teeth were clearly displayed. The two officers did a double take and looked me over considerably closer. In turn, they noticed my whiskers, and heavy black canine nails, and the identification tag hanging from my pussy lip. The officers became noticeably more concerned and I realized that we would be here for a while explaining ourselves. Operating by the book, the officers split us up to question us independently. Sally handed my leash to Officer Flynn who led me to the back of the car. O'Malley took Sally's elbow and led her to the front of the car. Officer Flynn asked to see some identification. I lifted my chin and leaned toward her so that she could see the tags on my collar. The dog license just identified the City and a license number. The rabies tag identified the Animal Hospital and confirmed that I had been recently vaccinated. "What other id do you have and what is your name?" I responded by pointing to the tag hanging from my pussy. This seemed to help. It gave my name and explained a little of my situation. Officer Flynn parted my thighs and inspected the tattoo that the tag referred to. Flynn told me to "SIT and STAY" while she tied my leash to the bumper of their squad car. She went forward to compare notes with O'Malley. O'Malley handcuffed Sally and put her in the back seat of the patrol car,  and moved out of earshot to discuss our situation. O'Malley referred to his note pad and briefed Flynn on the story Sally had told him. "She says that they are part of some damn study at the University where Fluffy over there is being trained to act like a dog. Since dogs don't wear any clothes she's kept naked, to bring out little Fluffy's canine and submissive nature. Sally is a student and is Fluffy's roommate." All the two girls could see of this exchange was two cops smirking and shaking their heads in amazement. The cops returned to the squad car where Flynn called the situation in for instructions from their sergeant. She related the story, their observations and provided some information to be checked. Flynn gave the sergeant the phone number of the professor who was supposedly in charge of this loony study and the dog license number off of my tag. She also explained my canine appearance and her reluctance to give me a chance to piss in her patrol car. In a few minutes the radio crackled and the sergeant's voice returned. "I reached the professor who supported their story. He didn't appear to know anything attending a party. The municipal computer confirms that a dog license was just issued to a dog supposedly owned by that Sally you  have there. The dog answers to Fluffy and fits the general description of the other girl. There is no breed indicated on the license application." The sergeant told the officers that if I agreed to be a dog then there wasn't really any violation.  He would leave a note on the log for the day desk sergeant to call the professor to make sure this didn't happen this  way again.  Sally's handcuffs were removed and she was let out of the patrol car. Officer Flynn came back retrieved my leash and ordered me to "STAND". "Well Fluffy, they seem to be very confused downtown. The computer is convinced that you are a dog. You seem to want to be treated as a dog and the University acknowledges the study in which you are supposed to be treated as a dog. I don't mind telling you that I am more than a little confused myself. What confuses me the most is the way I am getting turned on by your appearance and by controlling you with your leash. I guess that, YOU ARE A DOG." We drew a small crowd from the party, and we all walked in together. There were several other dogs inside the house.  A really big shaggy black Bouvier, a herding dog from France.  His owner was a the same woman Sally was talking to for so long at the dog park, a professor that taught  Women's Studies, she seemed a bit put off at first.  When her dog took an  active interest in sniffing my pussy, she looked on with more intent.  After several drinks Sally suggested that Louis XIV, was really intent on  mating. I hadn't yet been bred so I may be a good idea for both of us.   Doctor Lyle got a wicked grin and nodded as Sally told her I should be bred there, tonight.  The only one's who were to be part of this not drinking were me and the Bouvier.  I tried to tell Sally I was not really too sure of it, but my verbal skills were severely restricted.  She turned away to get several of the guests to help move the furniture to make an open space in the middle of the big room.  Chairs were pulled into a big circle for everyone to be able to watch.   I was led into the center and made to get down on all fours.  Louis was  brought in behind me so he could sniff my pussy.  I was getting turned on so there was a fair amount of secretions there for him to lick with his  raspy tongue.  That really got me excited. I heard one of the women there say real loud that I was just like a "bitch  in heat."  Just then I felt the big hairy dog paws as he lifted himself up and onto my back.  Professor Lyle had to assist her dog get his dick  into me, but then he took over and  jammed in and out really fast.  I was really surprised that I came so fast.  Then a second time, right when he did. The party started to break up soon after that. Some people were anxious to get home for a little "breeding" of their own, and some were a little embarrassed that I liked it and they watched.  Some of the girls at the party came over to pet me and cooed over me. We went home soon after that, too.  I first I thought the humiliation was almost too much to bear, but I later realized I could do things as a bitch that a human could get arrested for doing. In section 2 Fluffy gets a surprise when she finds the experiment has a physical aspect too, and  may take longer than the year she originally believed                                    http://bdsmlibraryfree.kinkondemand.com/ My Life as a Dog - 2 f Doggygirl by: Arnold Puttwyn - 2009     Angie Marks was very homesick for her beloved Rex - the Golden Retriever she grew up with, so she took  part in a year-long, behavioral project, to live completely as a dog, at her college, Hyde & Mathers University.  Dr. Gary Rice the researcher selected Angie to be part of his government funded project.  The project would  NOT end in a year, but neither Angie nor Dr. Rice was aware of this aspect. Part 2 The Project **Chapter 3* (continued)      When I woke up, about noon, I was on the deep beige shag carpet in Sally's room beside  her bed, the party was still running through my mind.  I had a hard time believing I had actually been bred like a bitch by Dr. Lyles' dog.  I didn’t know if it was the dog, or the idea I had done it in front of 25 other people.       I went out to the front and room Sally was already gone.  I laid down on Sally’s brown, tan and white brocade couch and put my face to the back so I could sorta hide, I couldn’t see anyone and no one could see me.  I was afraid something was wrong with me, I cried and sobbed for a what seemed like a long time.  After a while I drew my knees up and wrapped my arms around them.  I must have dozed off, because the next thing I heard was Sally yelling at me to 'get off her damn couch,  I knew damn well better than to get on her furniture,' and on and on.      I got off the couch and laid on the floor behind it.  She dragged me out of there and made me go outside to pee on the ground.  When I complained about other people seeing me, she said that I sure wasn’t worried about any other people last night.  I thought she had set the whole thing up with Dr. Lyles.  (She did)     She took me outside on a leash and ordered me squat with my knees apart and pee in the grass just off the porch or the little patio thing behind the 1st floor apartment.  I was totally exposed to anyone, or everyone who happened to look.      A few people were out and one blonde girl recognized us.  She came over and stroked my head while she talked to Sally.  She wore a cropped white top and a tiny pair of dark pink shorts.  While she was standing by me I could look up under the little top and see her boobs.       “Can you see my boobies, Fluffy?” she spoke so very salaciously when she saw that her little top was open from the bottom.  She didn’t care if Sally’s dog saw under her shirt.      I jumped when the phone rang right beside my head, but Sally picked it up quickly and just said “Yes?” like she was expecting the call.       I heard Gary’s voice, but Sally took it into the other room to talk privately.  When she came back she had a sly smile on her face.       “You’re supposed to go in to the Behavioral Lab in the morning, but the project doctors want to come by tonight to pick you up,” she said gravely.  “I don’t know exactly what time....”  Her voice trailed away.  I just shrugged and went back to lying on the couch.         “Hey  Get off my couch,” Sally said very sharply.  “I don’t want any damned animals on my furniture.  Get on the damn floor,” she almost yelled this time and smacked my bare bottom with a rolled magazine.      I got down onto the floor, and the doorbell rang.  The door opened immediately and a heavy, middle-aged blonde woman walked in followed by 6 or 7 men dressed in black and green military fatigues.  They wore black boots and black berets and black pistol belts.      “Hi, I’m Dr. Leanne Castor,” she said, holding out her hand.  She didn’t wait for Sally to shake her hand and without another word to us she turned and began to direct the men to pick up everything there associated with the project, especially the special dog food. She explained to Sally that it was a special blend made for me only and could be dangerous to anyone else who may eat it.   Sally hurried around and made sure all of it was picked up.      “We’re here to pick up Fluffy tonight,” she said softly.  “I really need to avoid any extra publicity that may happen tomorrow.”  Dr. Castor pulled some papers from her pocket and handed them to Sally.  “If you’ll read these.” she paused as she handed them over, “you’ll see this is on the up and up.”      “It’s OK,” Sally said.  “We’re alone right now.”  The woman smiled a tiny bit, as she turned toward me.      “Has she been fed this evening?” she asked Sally.      “Yup,” Sally answered.  “And had her pills too,” she added, “the new blue ones.”      I just kinda watched as everything was bagged up, I realized this seemed out of the ordinary, but I didn’t mind.  Dr. Castor snapped a leash to my collar and led me toward the door.  Sally rushed up to hug me good bye.       Then we were in the back seat of a large dark blue vehicle.  Dr. Castor had a hypo ready and gave me an injection, right in the side of my neck. I didn’t remember anything else from the trip. **Chapter 4** The Next Morning Fluffy can no longer relate the events herself.     Fluffy awoke lying in a long black wire kennel, in the center of a large sunlit room.  The room was a rectangle twice as long as wide, one whole end was a huge window, from end to end and ceiling to floor,  with tinted glass panes.      It was a medical facility of some sort, the upper parts of the walls were white and the lower portion,  from the wainscoting down was covered with brushed stainless steel panels.  The walls around the entire room were lined with medical equipment.  White EKG and EEG devices, a large white enameled counter with a huge sink, was on one section near the window, an adjustable overhead arm with a hose and sprayer protruded from the wall above.      The kennel had a thick dark blue resilient pad covering the entire floor.  Fluffy had plenty of room to stretch out but at 4 feet it was too short to stand in. She could hear people in the next room talking and moving things around, like moving furniture.      A coed named Yolanda Lindares, Fluffy knew her from a class and she seemed to be around on the campus a lot, came in to check on her.  Her dark hair fanned out as she turned quickly when she saw Fluffy was awake, calling to Dr. Castor as she hurried to the other room.  Fluffy heard excited voices and then more moving around.      Dr. Castor walked unhurriedly into the room and straight to Fluffy’s kennel.  She stood while the same coed, brought over a chair for her, to sit by the kennel.     “I suppose you’re wondering just what is going on, eh?” she asked casually.  Fluffy just nodded.  “Well this probably not quite what you expected.  I’ve been doing this research for nearly 12 years and it was time to move to the next level, and you’re that next level.”       Dr. Castor stood up and walked around the kennel, “you may recognize a few of the students here helping me.”  They helped me select you,” she smiled.   “Yes, you were selected nearly 4 months ago and groomed for this project.”      “WwhaaT?” Fluffy managed to get out.      “You will actually get to become a dog.  Or as close as we can get you,” she smiled proudly.  Fluffy just stared.  “You’ve told a lot of people you would be a dog if you could, right?”  Fluffy just lowered her chin, and with tears starting to form, nodded very slightly.      “The special dog food was heavily fortified with several additional compounds and re-engineered hormones made from a combination of canine and human hormones.  I’m sure you’ve noticed a few , little changes, but probably missed a few too.”       “You’ve been very pliable lately, following instructions very well,” Fluffy nodded.  “Maybe quite easily aroused,” Dr. Castor suggested.  Fluffy’s face reddened as she thought about Dr. Lyles' dog and her new relationship with Sally.       “The serums have helped with that, I  eased your sense of responsibility,” she stood and walked slowly around the kennel.  “Your speech too, it’s not just the silly little teeth Sally had glued in place.”      Dr. Castor sat back in the chair.  “We have a long way to go yet,” she leaned back and sighed.  She noticed Fluffy looking inquisitively.  “Do you want to hear it now?”      “Neeed to know wh-wh-what.”     “The next batch of serum will be in the form of localized shots to continue your transformation into a canine bitch.” she stood again and smiled proudly.  “You’ll lose all the human hair and grow a short, sleek coat, the same color as your current hair.  Just like a dog, a little thicker on the back and very short, thin white hair on your chest and belly.”  She stepped closer to the kennel and bent to look Fluffy in the face.  “Your nipples will become  teats, and your breasts will go away, dogs don’t have boobies anyway.”  She sat back in the chair again, “we’ll implant fangs or canines and remove those glued on ones.”           “Sally’s been helping us for the last 3 months, getting information and adding some compounds to your food,” Dr. Castor said gravely.  “That’s why you’ve been easier to recruit for the program.”      “Th-th blaack dogg?” Fluffy asked. “Th’ party?”      “According to your calendar,” Dr. Castor took Angie’s little book from her lab-coat pocket,  “you should have been in the middle of your period,” the doctor looked at the little book again.  “We need a couple of tests but it look’s like you’ve started estrus instead of periods.”       Fluffy sat open mouthed when she saw that the strange doctor had her menstrual calendar.  She’d last seen it just a few nights ago when she double checked to see exactly how many days she missed.      “It was a bit of a surprise to me, though.  I guess you‘re a little bit of a slut yourself too.  Ehh?”      “W,,w,,was hottt.” Fluffy explained.      “You were in heat,”the doctor chuckled.  Now you know why we call it that.”  Fluffy just nodded.       “Tomorrow I’m going to do the first surgery, to redo your ears.  The lobes will be removed and some of the skin used to make pointed ears for you.”      “Then I’ll have to stitch the bottoms to make them stand up straight,” she rolled her own right ear to show Fluffy what she meant.      She stood and pushed the chair back from the side of the kennel, she stepped to the side again, “Dr. Reese and a few of my assistants will be here soon to begin the heavy duty treatments.”  Dr. Castor turned and walked back to the other room without looking back.  Fluffy just sat in the center of the kennel without any sort of expression, she was too devastated to even comprehend all of what she just heard.      Another student came into the room, Fluffy knew her too, Diana Bernett.  She was in post grad studies now.  (Actually Angie to Fluffy was the basis for her doctoral thesis)  She had gone out with Gary a few times while Angie and a couple of other girls were also trying to catch his eye.  Diana had very long pale blonde hair and wore it pulled back into a long ponytail.  She was always very well dressed and her make-up, perfect.  Today she wore a stiffly ironed white lab coat over a light blue blouse and short navy blue skirt.  She smiled as she approached Fluffy’s kennel.      Diana had a brown woven leather leash in her left hand and the snap in her right as she stood by the door waiting for Fluffy to come to her.  Fluffy finally decided that she didn’t want to be in there any longer and came to the door.  Diana reached in and snapped the leash to Fluffy’s collar.      Diana petted Fluffy on the head, as she came out of her kennel, and gently scratched her behind her ears.  She cooed softly and told Fluffy how good a girl she was.  Fluffy was amazed that she like the attention, she looked up at Diana slowly and smiled.      “Come on, sweetheart,” Diana ordered firmly.  “We have a lot of work to do on you.”  She led Fluffy into the next room where a lab table was set up, and several other students and project interns were waiting.       “Get up there girl,” Diana said as they approached the stainless steel topped table.  Fluffy looked quickly at her and then turned and hopped up to sit on the end of the table.      “Oh, look,” Diana exclaimed.  “She still thinks she’s human.”  Diana walked around the table to the other end and pulled the leash sharply, so that Fluffy was compelled to lie back on the table.  Several of the others quickly strapped Fluffy’s arms and legs to the sides with canvas cuffs and straps.      An older man, with an unruly shock of pure white hair stepped forward as Mike, one of the young male students pushed a white enameled cart with a white towel covering the items laid out on the top shelf.      “I’m Dr. Reese and I’ll be administrating the first level of serums to move the transformation along.”  With that he quickly uncovered the tray to expose several brown, white, and clear glass bottles of medication each with a soft rubber clamped on top, for hypodermic syringe filling.      The doctor had a whole box of syringes on top of the cart too.  He selected several and began assembling them.  He made up 6 with short, ½ inch needles, and 6 more with longer 2 inch needles.       Diana had already donned her light pink sterile gloves and had a handful of alcohol wipes. (Fluffy wondered where she got pink ones.)  Diana opened the packs and began wiping Dr. Reese’s locations around Fluffy’s breasts. 3 around the top, just below Fluffy’s pink nipples, and 3 around the base of each full breast.       Fluffy yelped and cried as he carefully injected the contents of the shorter needles into the tops of her breasts, just behind her nipples.  Then he used the longer needles to inject the compound into the base of each breast.      Dr. Reese made up several more syringes of different compounds, and began injecting them into Fluffy’s arms and legs.  He spoke softly and named them off to Mike, who pushed the cart, he carefully wrote down the names and volumes administered.      When he was done Dr. Reese directed Diana to give Fluffy a bath and take her to her kennel to rest.  She smiled and unstrapped Fluffy and led her by her leash to the end of the room where a large waist-high white porcelain sink and counter top with over head sprayer was built in to the wall.  She directed Fluffy to lie on the counter and began to spray her with luxurious hot soapy water.  It felt sooo good, Fluffy didn’t even notice at first that the hair on her head washed off too.  When she saw the pile of brown hair around the drain in the bottom of the sink, she quickly put her hands to the sides of her head.  When she looked around in panic, Diana assured her that it would soon grow back, quickly.      Once she was dry and relaxed Diana led her back to her kennel.  Fluffy grabbed Diana’s hand to keep her there, she didn’t want to be alone.  Diana looked at her patiently.       “My boobs?” she managed to say fairly clearly.      “Yes that was the stuff that’ll make um shrink up an’ go away,” Diana answered.      “Y-yyo kkin helpp, me?”  Diana just smiled salaciously and shook her head, no.      “Yoo don’ ccare?”  Fluffy moaned.      “Of course I do sweetheart,” she answered.  “I want you to be the best human bitch you can.”       “I want to see this project through,” Diana shrugged.  “You’ll be mostly a canine bitch when we’re done.”  Diana smiled again and gently rubbed Fluffy’s ears.  “I have to go now,” she said as she urged Fluffy into her kennel.       Fluffy slowly went into her kennel and curled up into the smallest ball she could.  She sobbed quietly for about 10 minutes, as the shots put her to sleep then she slept very soundly.      Fluffy was jarred awake by someone shaking her kennel.  She looked around quickly to see a huge man wearing a dirty white lab coat over navy blue trousers and gigantic, black leather sneakers.  He was about 50 years old and bald on top, but had long black and gray, salt and pepper hair, on the sides and back, over his ears and collar.      When he saw Fluffy was awake he set the kennel back down, and bent over to get on eye level with Fluffy.      “Well,” he said loudly, his Central European accent dulled by the years of work in America.           “Get over here, so we can get goin' on dis for today.”  Fluffy slowly moved toward the kennel gate while the man unlatched it.      “I’m Dr. Castor,” he smiled at Fluffy’s quizzical look.  “I’m Hugo Castor.  You met my wife.”  He held out the end of the leash to snap onto Fluffy’s collar.  She approached cautiously, but raised her chin so he could snap the leash on.      When he got her out of the kennel, he pulled her along behind as he walked to the same chair his wife used the day before.  He sat in the chair and pulled Fluffy closer, so she stood with her feet between his huge black shoes.  With his left hand he reached around her waist and pulled her even closer.  So very gently for so big a man her carefully touched each breast and areola, especially looking at the tiny injection areas.      “Hhmm,” he said to himself.  “Very good.”  He looked into Fluffy’s eyes, “I was concerned there may be some inflammation around the sites, but it’s perfect.”       “Mmmy boobs are all right?”  Fluffy said with obvious difficulty.      “Yep,” he looked at her face again.  “A few more days of shots and they’ll be gone.  Then I’ll start building up your teats.”  He squeezed the sides of her face so she opened her mouth, when he could see inside he looked at her makeshift fangs.  “We’ll make sure you have real good canines, they’ll take a little longer than these, though.”  He gently nudged Fluffy back so he could stand.      “We’re getting ready in the other room to prep you for the surgery,” Dr. Castor smiled softly.  “Along with the ears, we have to redo your nasal area.”      “Whaa?” Fluffy asked in confusion.      “You’ll have a little bit of a snout,” he said.  “But not too much,” he added quickly.  “After today it’ll be started, but will have to grow on it’s own too.”      Dr. Reese came in with Diana pushing his medical cart.  “Hi, Hugo,” how’s she doin’?” he asked brightly.       Diana walked over to Fluffy and began examining her breasts, “Gone down a little,” she said as she carefully felt and manipulated each breast.  “Darn they feel real firm, almost hard now,” she exclaimed.  “Bet cha’ lots of girls would like to have like these.”           “ I have my doses all made up for this morning,” he looked at Fluffy carefully.  “If I get them in now it’ll 2 hours before the surgery starts,” he shrugged, “should be long enough.”      “Yeah,” Dr. Castor answered.  “It’s all natural compounds and won’t affect the surgery.  Go ahead.”       “Come on sweetheart,” Diana pulled Fluffy by Dr. Castor’s leash.  They went to a narrow exam table set up near the big window.  Fluffy looked out the window into the pre-dawn gray and slowly got up onto the table and laid on her back, while Diana attached the arm and leg restraints.       “We’re on the third floor,” Diana said softly, “that’s too far to jump.”      “Larry,” Dr. Castor said quietly, “that compound really does a good job, she’s really calm and doesn’t even seem to worry about any of this.”      “I’m not surprised, but this is a bonus.”  Dr. Reese followed Diana, pushing the cart himself.       “Ok, Fluffy,” he smiled as he spoke.  “Today I have a bigger dose and it’s in 8 syringes,” he leaned closer.  “The needles are shorter though.”  He began by pointing out the spots for Diana to prep with the alcohol wipes.      When she was finished Dr. Reese began to inject the contents of the syringes into Fluffy’s breasts.  He worked quickly, but carefully.  He injected each breast 8 times, placing 4 straight in from the side, just below her nipples and 4 more in chosen spots around the base of each breast.      “Do you have something you need to say sweetheart?” Diana asked gently as she petted Fluffy’s head and touched her cheeks softly.      “Whaa’‘?” Fluffy asked.  “Why?”      “Well after today’s surgery you won’t be able to speak at all,” Diana said softly as she leaned close to Fluffy.  “You knew this was coming didn’t you?”  Fluffy closed her dark eyes as tears started to pool in the corners, she also nodded her head in tiny little motions.      “I love you,” was all she said.  She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. **Chapter 4A**      “Hi, how are you, Gary,”  Yolanda walked slowly through his office door.  He looked up quickly, and unconsciously licked his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, just like Diana said he would.      Yolanda wore a very short light gray miniskirt, sheer, sleek stockings, with tiny sparkles knitted in, and dark gray leather strap sandals with thick platform soles and very high wedge heels.  She slipped off her light coat to reveal a white, silk see-through blouse under a short sleeveless vest, matching the miniskirt.      “I have something that I need to talk to you about,” she said slowly.  “A psychological training situation.”   Yolanda was well prepared for this by Diana, who had been the original bait to assure his cooperation to sign their chosen target, Angie.      As Yolanda walked slowly across the tiny office, she dropped her little, silver, clutch purse and took another step.      “Ohh_” she exclaimed and bent while turning to pick it up.  Yolanda’s short skirt rode up when she bent.  Gary looked carefully to see what color underpants she had, but to his surprise she was bare.  He easily saw her thick shaved pussy  lips, just as Diana and Yolanda planned.      “I was just getting ready to go for a cup of coffee,” he suggested.  “We can discuss your training problem there.”      “Sure,” she answered brightly.  “I’m ready for it too,” she smiled lasciviously.  “Coffee,” she added as she looked around.      “So Yolanda, what sort of behavioral problem do you need to solve?” Gary asked, and tried not to stare at Yolanda’s breasts.  She remarked about the heat in the Starbucks Coffee Shop, and unbuttoned the buttons of her vest.  The expensive, well cut, vest stayed in place over her breasts, but opened a little each time she moved to sip her coffee.  When she set her cup down the vest fell back in place.  Each time the vest stayed open just a tiny bit farther.      “We can get to that in a bit,” she wrinkled her nose and smiled.  She hoped she looked sexy, enough.  It didn’t matter, Gary’s entire interest was in  her firm boobs, and pale brown nipples.       After another sip of coffee Yolanda leaned back slightly in her chair, so her vest fell completely open.  She made no move to cover her breasts.      “Maybe we should go somewhere else to finish our coffees,” Yolanda said as she sat up slowly so her vest closed up slightly, but not enough to cover her breasts.      She started to stand and Gary rushed to help with her chair and coat.  She stepped close to him to get her coat on and the back of her left hand brushed over the front of his pants.  She had to suppress a laugh when he jumped like he been shocked.  I never knew it was so easy, she thought as they walked out of the shop.      When they arrived on the street, Yolanda’s cell phone rang.  She answered and began a heated and loud, partially Spanish, conversation with the caller.  She stopped talking and slapped the phone closed.       “I have something that just came up,” she said with a very disappointed tone.         “I still need to talk to you,” she stepped very close again and gently kissed his lips while her left hand again brushed over his pants front.  This time she could feel his hard penis pushing back.      “There’s a cab coming for me,” she said before he could offer her a ride.  The cab arrived just then and stopped beside them on the sidewalk.  Gary quickly opened the back door, she slipped and sat primly on the rear seat.  As soon as she sat the cab started to roll, Gary had to close the door quickly.       Gary watched the cab leave until it turned left two blocks along.  The cab pulled over immediately to pick up another fare.  Diana got in quickly and the driver sped away fast. ***Chapter 5**      Fluffy opened her eyes and found she was lying on the mat in the center of a kennel.  No restraints and no bandages. She carefully touched her face and felt her ears.  They were only a little tender, but the skin seemed whole.  She took a deep breath and looked down to see what there was left on her chest at the same time she gently felt with her right hand too.  She closed her eyes, and just shook her head slowly, nothing,,,nothing at all.     “How long have you been asleep?” Diana asked.  Fluffy nodded.  “We had to use induced comas, it’s been 21 days today, this time.”  Diana smiled, “we had to use 4-21 day comas, but you’re well healed and awake now.”       Dr. Hugo Castor walked into the room just then, and smiled when he saw Fluffy awake.       “Very good,” he said in his loud voice.  “Leanne did such a good job with the ears, and nails.”  Fluffy held up her hand to see the nails herself.  She no longer had fingernails, but rounded canine type nails growing from the top ends of her toes and fingers.  Her hand looked different, she held up her left hand and looked at Dr. Hugo.       She cried out and yelped loudly.      “We shortened the fingers by docking them at the first joint,” Dr. Hugo sounded quite proud of himself.  “The nails were easy to do,” he said in a very matter-of-fact tone.  “Hairs and nails are made of the same type of cells, and were quite easy to transplant.”      “We intended to wait for your foot modifications until later this year,” Dr. Leanne Castor said from the door.  “But we were required to make that little modification now, too,”      “Since dogs all walk and run on their toes,” Dr. Hugo started.      “I removed your heels,” Dr. Leanne added proudly.  “Now you can run on your toes, too.”      Fluffy looked at herself, the fur had grown in well.  The hair on her head was even longer than she’d hoped for.  Her arms and legs were covered with short sleek, brown fur, she could only hope her back was the same.  Her chest and belly were still nearly naked.       “We didn’t want to completely change your hands into paws,  so we only took off to the first joint,” Dr. Hugo explained.  “You’re not as capable as a human, but not nearly as dependent as a dog.”      “We did what we have been working at for many years now,” Dr. Leanne explained proudly.  “We believe you have become the best of canine and human_”      Fluffy just didn’t really see how they could be so proud of themselves when they took her whole life away. The Farm     “Fluffy, get into this kennel for me,” Dr. Hugo Castor held open the gate to a small kennel that stood on 4  wheels.  She got in and had to sit with her legs crossed, and she had to stay slightly bent over to fit in the smaller  kennel.  When the gate was closed Diana had a fitted cover to pull in place.       With the cover in place, 4 of the same soldiers who helped out earlier came and rolled the kennel down the elevator and out to the rear dock.  They carefully lifted it into the back of a dark blue Suburban and closed the door.  The soldiers got in and the driver left quickly.     She could hear them talking among themselves, with the thick cover over the traveling kennel none of her escort even thought of as a human being.  So no one spoke to her, none of the soldiers knew that she could comprehend them.  She heard them talking about a nice place in the country.  One even thought it was like a resort.      When they arrived nearly 3 hours after dark, the soldiers unloaded the kennel and left in the big vehicle.  The cover was pulled off by Mike and Harry, two of the young male students Fluffy had seen earlier before, her operations.  One held a leash and the other opened the gate for her. She untangled her legs and leaned out the open gate.  Her leash was quickly snapped on and she was given time to stretch her brown furred legs.  The sky was completely dark, not even a twinkling star, the evening was chilly not quite enough for  frost, but  both boys wore jackets, Fluffy had only her fur to keep the chill away.   Each had a bright LED flashlight because of the complete darkness.       The students looked at her curiously, they hadn’t seen her since the operations were completed and her fur completely grown.  Mike shined his light on Fluffy's feet and legs, but stopped at her butt and pussy.           “Look at how big her pussy lips are,” said Harry, the taller student.      “Yeah, Dr. Leanne injected a new form of collagen,” said Mike.  “It really puffs out her pussy lips.”      “Shame, ‘bout her boobies,” Mike surmised, after he moved his light up to the rest of her body.  “She had nice ones.”  Fluffy smiled to herself, glad someone noticed, she thought.         “Yeah,” responded Harry.  “Let's go, I'm getting' cold.”      “Fluffy, are you gettun' cold?” Mike asked after bumping her left shoulder with the back of his right hand.  She smiled and shook her head.  “Not even a little?”  She shook her head again.        They aided Fluffy to the house where both Dr. Castors waited.  The too warm, front room of the farmhouse was furnished in rag-tag country style, with dark wood, the furniture was covered with brown, tan, and white plaid Herculon, and 2 light blue non matching, cloth covered easy chairs.      “Nice to see you again, Fluffy,” said Dr. Leanne Castor.  “You're so very beautiful.  Hugo you didn’t tell me just how great the fur makes her look.”      “Yes, I did,” he said to Fluffy softly and shook his head.      “Unless there is some sort of a problem,” Dr. Leanne started.      “We may never get to see you again,” Dr. Hugo finished her sentence.  “So we need to check you over to be sure we are all done,” he added.      Fluffy stood on her toes with her left hand on the back of the couch, just for a little extra balance.  She looked at her self in the mirror over the flaming fireplace.  She saw a strange, but pretty animal with a short muzzle and wide green eyes.  She was covered with short, smooth brown fur on her arms, legs and back.  The fur faded to very light brown and to tan on her sides and then to very short and very thin white hair on her, now flat, chest and belly.  Her hairless, pale pink nipples and cone shaped areola’s stood out against even the thin hair on her chest. The fur stopped at the top of her Mons and left her pussy and anus totally bare.  She grimaced when she thought of going around with her pussy on display like this.  When she curled her lips she could see her new fangs.  She looked positivly vicious when she bared those huge white teeth.        Diana told her earlier her bare pussy and anus was so she could be kept clean easier, but Yolanda told her it was easier to view estrus and film sexual activity.  Fluffy became scared when she realized they intended to breed her with born canine males.         Dr. Leanne led her to the side door, Dr. Hugo opened it to reveal modern laboratory facilities.  She led Fluffy inside to an examination table, complete with gynecological fittings in place on the end.  Fluffy sighed and climbed onto the table, when she was in place she put her lower legs on the narrow leg support trays.     .“Hugo_ Hugo_” she yelled.  Look it’s a little, tiny tail,” she yelled.  The exam had just started when Dr. Leanne cried out.      The two of them handled and pulled gently while looking through a huge lighted, magnifying glass on a swing-arm.  The arm was placed between Fluffy’s legs for better observation of her pussy.     The two doctors photographed Fluffy’s tiny new tail.  They were so excited they forgot all about Fluffy.  When she saw her chance she hopped off the table and rushed the door.  She was out of the lab and through the living room.      Two more steps and she’d be outside, out into the night, and freedom.     One more step and she’s out....... “YYYIIIIIPPEEEEEEEEEE___” The pain was unbelievable.     “YYYIIIIIPPEEEEE___” Fluffy cried out again as she fell and rolled on the floor.  Diana stood in the kitchen doorway, holding a small black plastic rectangle in her right hand.  She held the red center button down for a full 90 seconds after Fluffy fell to the floor.  Fluffy thrashed and cried out the whole time.       The pain stopped almost immediately, when Diana released the large red button.  Fluffy looked around and then felt around her neck and the collar.      “That's right the collar has a shocker circuit built in,” Diana said harshly.  “It's adjustable too,” she held up the remote and showed Fluffy the wheel in the side of the device.  “That was about half power, I'll show you  higher if you aren't back in the lab in about 10 seconds.”      “That was a long time comin',” she turned to Dr. Hugo, in the lab doorway.  “I was sure I'd have to show her earlier.”  She watched Fluffy as she walked back into the lab, she turned back toward her office after the door closed.      “Hugo, I don't like that “svine,” Dr. Leanne whispered.  “She's a nasty bitch.”      “Not at all like our sweet “hafan,” she turned toward Hugo.  “Our sweet little bitch, our Fluffy,”  Dr. Leanne gently petted and stroked Fluffy's head and shoulders.      ****Chapter 7*** Dr. Rice Visits      “Good Morning_”  Yolanda said brightly as she strode in, smiling when she saw Fluffy was already awake.  Fluffy wagged her stubby tail when she saw Yolanda.  It had grown quickly, and Dr. Leanne cropped it at the 4th joint, like a Great Dane's or Doberman's.  It hurt a bit at first, but within a few hours the pain was nearly gone,  Dr. Hugo said it was because a dog heals very fast.      “We can get started with your morning training early.”  Fluffy crawled closer to the kennel door so she could get out to urinate.  “A special guest is coming by in the morning.”      “In a hurry to start training, Fluffy?”  Fluffy just shook her head, no.  “Ah, you need to pee?”  This time Fluffy nodded largely.  “Well you're  learning to piss outside, all the time from now on,” Yolanda didn't smile this time.  Fluffy nodded slowly, anything, just let me pee, she thought.       Yolanda snapped her chain leash to Fluffy's collar as she crawled out of her kennel, and waited while the new bitch stood up.  She had Angie's menstrual calendar in her left hand.      “You should be starting estrus today,” she looked up at Fluffy.  “Are you?  Do you feel it?”      Fluffy nodded and then put her left index finger to her nose.       “You can smell it too?”      Fluffy shrugged and nodded as they started toward the door.         “Stand up on your toes, Fluffy,” she ordered as Fluffy tried to walk as a human.   “Get up on your toes, baby.”  Fluffy was so anxious to get out to pee that she did as Yolanda ordered as she walked to the door.      When she got to the doorway she hurried outside as Yolanda smiled.  Fluffy was quite willing to go outside with the right motivation.  She was a bit balky at first.  Now she went out without any extra urging.      “See that big white building over there?” Yolanda pointed to a building in the distance, “that's where your new kennel is.  We'll go down there later today.”  Fluffy watched as several born canines ran in the fenced area behind the big barn.      “Walk up on your toes, Fluffy,” Yolanda ordered as she led Fluffy outside and off the porch.  After about 20 feet she stopped,  “Squat here to pee Fluffy.”  Fluffy squatted with her feet and knees apart, to make it easier to pee.      “Arch your back, and lift your tail up.” Yolanda instructed.  “Arch more, and put your front paws on the ground too.” she added after Fluffy tried a little.  “You'll piss way out behind and not get any on yourself.”  Fluffy arched hugely and then let her urine go.       “Very good,” Fluffy basked in Yolanda's praise.  She liked pleasing Yolanda, and she liked the praise.      Yolanda led Fluffy in the thick green grass around the farmhouse several times.  She  reminded Fluffy only rarely to keep on her toes.  Fluffy found that she could walk better and more comfortably on her toes and with her back very arched.  They walked by the big front picture windows and Fluffy looked at her reflection in the glass.  Fluffy followed Yolanda as she turned away from the house.  She could see the reflection of her hairless pussy, as everyone else could too.      She didn't think much about it, but she remembered the first time she saw her pussy and anus as she walked outside.  Yolanda led her near the farmhouse and she looked back over  her shoulder and saw her own reflection in the window.  She was embarrassed when she saw her dark pink anus and huge, thick, pale pink pussy lips framed by her brown fur.      She tried to hold her hands over her butt and tried to walk with Yolanda with her back     much less arched.      “STOP THAT,” Yolanda ordered.  “Bitches aren't shy or modest,” Yolanda jerked firmly on Fluffy's leash.  “Now stand up there right,” Yolanda ordered.  “I want you to arch  up again too.”      Now three weeks later, with Yolanda's gentle training methods and Fluffy's natural drive to please, she walked high on her toes and kept her back very arched and proudly held her shoulders  back.  Yolanda led Fluffy around  the farmhouse again and stopped under a huge maple tree in the front of the house.  They stopped and Yolanda sat under the tree, leaned casually against the trunk.  She patted the ground beside her left hip.  She took a magazine from her hip pocket.  It was the latest edition of “Dog World”, Yolanda looked at the cover picture.      “Fluffy, Sit,” she said firmly as she continued to pat the ground.  Fluffy came over and sat  by Yolanda.      “Fluffy, Down,” Yolanda said after a few casual pats on Fluffy's head and shoulders.  Fluffy  laid down in the cool green grass beside Yolanda, while Yolanda gently stroked her soft back.      Fluffy sighed and rolled over onto her back and wriggled on the ground.  Her shoulders went to the right and hips to the left, she wriggled the other way, shoulders to the left and hip to the right.  Yolanda lifted her hand and watched with a bemused expression, until Fluffy stopped.      “Feel good?” she asked.  Fluffy just nodded while still laying on her back.  Yolanda began to pet and stroke Fluffy's chest and belly while she read an article about a Belgian Shepherd, who won the AKC Westminster Show last year.  As she read she let her hand wander to Fluffy's chest, she began unconsciously plucking Fluffy's teats gently.  Fluffy laid quite still, but Yolanda noticed when Fluffy gasped and shook slightly.      “Oh My,” Yolanda exclaimed when she realized what she was doing.  “Fluffy does that feel good?”  Fluffy panted softly before she nodded solemnly.  “Did it turn you on?”  Fluffy slowly nodded again.  “Do you want me to stop bothering you?” Fluffy grabbed Yolanda's arm as she emphatically shook her head NO.  She laid back onto the ground and pulled Yolanda's hand to her left nipple again.      Yolanda smiled and returned to softly stroking and gently pulling Fluffy's teats.  Fluffy began to wriggle on the ground again.  Yolanda pulled her hand back, and Fluffy turned around so Yolanda's hand was on her flat belly instead of her chest.  She stopped and looked up at Yolanda, “your turn,”  she thought as she looked up.  Yolanda started to put her hand on Fluffy's belly and stopped about and inch away.  Fluffy put her paw on the back of Yolanda's hand and pushed it down onto her short sparse white fur.      Yolanda went back to her magazine article as she tenderly petted Fluffy's belly.  As she read her hand strayed to Fluffy's pussy.  Fluffy shifted slightly, as Yolanda allowed her middle  finger to smoothly stroke the sensitive pink tissue between Fluffy's thick outer pussy lips.  Fluffy began to whimper and moan softly.   She arched her back and lifted her entire body off the ground, held only on the back of head and toes.  (She was careful)  The first orgasm Fluffy had in over six months, was amazing and lasted nearly 2 minutes.  Fluffy didn't lower herself, she just dropped back onto the ground.  Yolanda raised her hand, Fluffy grabbed her wrist and pulled Yolanda's hand to her face.   She couldn't kiss Yolanda's wonderful fingers, but she licked the back and began on the palm, but Yolanda pulled her hand back.      “You don't have to do that anymore,” she whispered.       “You appreciated what I just did and wanted to show me?”  Fluffy looked directly at Yolanda's face and dark brown eyes, and nodded with small little movements.      They walked slowly and Yolanda chatted more about Fluffy's special guest, but she wouldn't tell Fluffy the guests name.  Fluffy's wet pussy shined and gleamed from the back as she walked along beside Yolanda.      “Do you mind being wet all the time you're in estrus,” Yolanda asked as they arrived at the barn.  Fluffy looked at Yolanda and nodded, shrugged and then shook her head no.      “Guess that means sometimes?” Yolanda guessed.  Fluffy shrugged again.      “But it doesn't matter because you can't do anything about it?” Fluffy nodded slowly.      Two of the four dogs started barking as soon as Fluffy stepped inside the door.  A huge Great Dane sat quietly in his kennel as Yolanda and Fluffy approached.  He casually walked to the front and sniffed as close to Fluffy's pussy as he could.  Yolanda opened the gate of the kennel between the huge Dane and an equally big, red/brown Doberman Pinscher.  His  were almost orange instead of the usual tan.  Fluffy moved very slowly as she went inside.  She stayed in the middle to keep as far as possible.       “Eiger, his name is Eiger,” Yolanda noticed when Fluffy looked toward the Doberman often.  Fluffy looked toward Yolanda quickly,  “The Dobie.  His name is Eiger,” Yolanda smiled slightly, she wanted to reassure Fluffy, and not embarrass or scare her away.  “I think he likes you, too,” she nodded toward the big dog.  He sat near the small vertical bars separating their kennels.  When Fluffy looked toward him he shifted anxiously, and tilted his head from side-to-side.      She turned and left without looking back, she didn't want Fluffy to see her smile.  This was the breakthrough she wanted.  Diana would be overjoyed to hear this news.   This afternoon just before feeding she would lead Fluffy and Eiger to a separate kennel, the breeding kennel.      Yolanda went to the empty observation booth, where she could see Fluffy's kennel without being observed herself.  The booth was used at night to make sure the animals were safe from the outside and each other.  Fluffy looked at Eiger for just a few minutes and then walked to the lightweight bars separating their kennels and turned to press her butt against the bars.  It gave Eiger access to her pussy.  She closed her eyes and leaned totally against the bars while Eiger sniffed and then licked her pussy through the bars.      Yolanda led Fluffy through the barn to the gate of the breeding kennel.  This kennel was in a separate section of the barn.  Fluffy turned and looked at Yolanda when she saw the kennel ceiling was too low for her to stand.      “Go ahead,” Yolanda urged.  “You'll just have to go on your hands and knees.”  Fluffy seemed to just realize  she could crawl as Yolanda said it.  She had just gotten inside when Harry brought the Doberman in.  Yolanda held the door for the big dog to walk right in.  Fluffy brightened when she saw or scented him.      Yolanda, Diana and Harry were the only observers of the first breeding.  Eiger walked to Fluffy and circled behind as she knelt on her hands and knees in the center of the kennel.  Eiger approached carefully and sniffed of Fluffy's pussy from the back.  Fluffy looked toward Yolanda for advice.  Yolanda just ducked her head down while still looking toward Fluffy.  Fluffy got the idea and lowered her head and shoulders, but kept her bottom up.  She even wriggled a tiny bit.  Eiger's bright pink penis slipped out of the sheath on his lower belly.      Eiger carefully raised up on his hind legs and put only some of his weight on Fluffy as his long slender penis sought the wet opening of Fluffy's vagina.  She whimpered softly as his member slid into her.  Once in place the portion just behind the head began to swell, Fluffy could feel as it thickened.  Eiger began to pump quickly and very hard.  They were both done in just a few minutes, but Eiger couldn't pull out until the swelling went down.      Fluffy started to panic at first, but after 2 deep breaths she stopped herself.  Yolanda was surprised when Fluffy looked toward her and then just lowered her head to rest on her folded arms on the floor in front of her knees.  She continued to keep her bottom up high enough for Eiger's and her own comfort until his penis began to recede.  After about 5 minutes his bright pink penis just slid out of Fluffy's still wet vagina.      She turned around quickly and pressed her face against Eiger's nose.  Then she surprised Diana and Yolanda both she did her best to kiss Eiger on the side of his snout.  The surgery to form her own snout made pursing her lips very hard if not impossible, but Eiger stood patiently while she did her best to kiss him.  She laid down on the floor of the kennel, with her right leg drawn up and closed her eyes.      “I never expected anything like that,” Diana said softy.  “She actually did her best to kiss him.”      “She really is starting to accept that she is becoming a canine bitch,” Yolanda whispered back to Diana.  Diana didn't answer she was busy scribbling notes for her thesis.      “This is the first time she's stretched out and didn't seem to care if her belly and teats touched the floor,” Yolanda said as they walked out.  “She has always been so careful to keep her belly up.”      Yolanda was back in about half an hour, she found Fluffy sitting with her bottom on the floor.  Eiger was behind and around the sides and in front and back around behind.  She looked like she had been on her hands and knees but had lowered her butt down to keep Eiger out.      “Yelp,”  sounded almost like help to Yolanda.  Fluffy looked to Yolanda to get her out of the kennel and away from Eiger's incessant attentions.  Yolanda smiled and shook her head.  She sat in one of the chairs to watch.  Fluffy took a deep breath and straightened her legs, which raised her butt and pussy up for Eiger.  He hurried around to Fluffy's back and began to sniff her pussy.  In just a few minutes he started to lick her.  After only 2 or 3 slurping licks he raised up and mounted Fluffy again.      Eiger's now bright red penis slipped quickly from it's sheath and directly into Fluffy.  This time she yelped as he swelled larger in her.  Fluffy lowered her head to rest on her arms again, while Eiger's hips surged forward and back in short rapid movements.  Fluffy became aroused and began to respond to his jack hammer assault on her pussy.  He was done quickly this time, but Fluffy took a little longer to cum.  She did soon after Eiger.  She had to wait only a few minutes this time for him to release her.  They both laid down again, completely spent.  After just a few minutes Yolanda opened the door and led Eiger back to his own kennel.      When Yolanda returned for Fluffy, she had to waken the spent bitch.  She opened the gate and slipped quietly into the kennel.  She sat beside the sleeping Fluffy for nearly 15 minutes before she started to wake the doggygirl.      “Fluffy, wake up puppy,” Yolanda said softly as she gently shook Fluffy's furred shoulder.       “Yowwll,” Fluffy sounded like she was groaning softly, as she stretched hugely.  “Mmmmmmmmmmmm.”       “Satisfied?  Did you like that big dog,” Yolanda was truly serious.  She wanted to know how Fluffy felt and if canine sex was as satisfying as human relations.       Fluffy nodded thoughtfully.      “Was it as satisfying as a man?” Yolanda asked carefully.  Fluffy sat back and closed her eyes to think for a few seconds.  She shrugged slowly, but nodded slowly.       “Were you a virgin?” she asked.  Fluffy shook her head.      “Was it a long time ago?  So you're not sure?”  Fluffy nodded and held up 1 stubby finger.      “Just 1 time?”  Fluffy nodded.      “Let's go back to your room,” Yolanda said as she snapped her leash to Fluffy's collar.     Diana sat at her desk in the small office of the farm house facility.  2 male students, Mike and Harry, came in to meet with her.  They had been with the project since the beginning and helped select Angie.  Mike dated her once and Harry shared a behavioral lab-class with her.  She pointed out two chairs for them, but didn’t actually ask them to sit, both did.     “I’ve heard that you two were planning to “try out” my little Fluffy when you had the chance.”  They both looked at the floor and muttered non-committals in answer.  “Well, Mike” she looked toward the taller brown haired student, “and Harry,” she looked to the blonde crew cut student.  “I’m here to tell you that I need just that.”     “What?” they said in unison.     “The next part of the program calls for both human and canine breeding,” she smiled as Mike and Harry realized they  weren’t here to get fired.  “You have to be willing to breed her when we say it’s needed, and on film.”     “Cameras?” Mike exclaimed in a high pitched yelp.  “Um, I not to sure about that.”  He sighed as he thought about the lost opportunity, but also thought about the internet porn he’d seen.     “We won’t be filming you, specifically, but Fluffy’s reactions and expressions,” Diana explained.  “Sometimes it may be a little forced and others completely consensual.”  Diana stood and looked out the window.  “The only thing is you’ll be sharing with two dogs,” she said, still by the window.  “Not at the same time,” she added quickly.  “Not an orgy or gang-bang with you and dogs.”      “We won't be discussing this conversation with Yolanda,” Diana said firmly as she looked out the window.  “At all, understand?”  She turned to face the sitting students.      “Yes ma'am,” Harry answered immediately.  She looked directly at Mike.      “Not a word, ma'am.”      Gary Rice arrived at 9 o'clock, in his old gray Volvo.  The smoke from the diesel engine was thick and smelly.   She knew he did not like Diana at all, so Yolanda met him outside to be there when he realized Diana was part of this program.  Gary surprised her though and told her that he knew Diana was also her, but to be here with Yolanda was worth putting up with Diana.      He was interested to see what his behavioral help done for Yolanda.  So they went directly to the kennels to see the dogs.  As they walked along Gary told Yolanda how much he cared for her.  “Wait 'till you see what we've done to your student_”  ran through her  mind as she walked along.  She looked up at him and smiled.  They went into the barn and through to the kennels.       At first Gary had a hard time seeing in the dark but as his eyes adjusted he looked at all the dogs there.       “Wow, that's a big dog,” he said as the Great Dane caught his eye.      “Umm, yeah, that's Prinz Ludwig,” Yolanda chuckled.  “We call him Louie.”      “There's 2 German Shepherds here on this side,” she said as they moved along.  They stopped facing the shepherds, his back was to Fluffy's kennel.      “You didn't need any special help with these dogs,” he said.  “What gives,,,,,,” his voice trailed off as he looked over her shoulder and saw Fluffy sitting so properly in her kennel.      “This is it?” he said without looking away.  “Was she the student, Fluffy?”  Yolanda nodded slowly.  “Was it?”  He still hadn't looked away.      “Yes, that's her,” the trepidation made her voice shake.  She was afraid Gary might blow the whistle on the whole project.       “Wow, that's amazing,” he nearly whispered.  “Did those two doctors,,,the married ones, from someplace in Poland or somewhere?”     “The Castors, from the Czech Republic,” Yolanda said.  “Yeah them.”      “Um did my training work?” he finally asked.      “Yup.”      “We're going to breed her with the Dane in a little,” Yolanda offered.  “If you wanta stay and observe.”      “She'll do that?  With the dogs?” he asked.      “She's just like any bitch in season, she wants to breed with them.”      “Sure,” Gary said quickly.  “Time for coffee first?”  Yolanda smiled and nodded.  She took his hand and they left, smiling and chatting.      Yolanda and Gary sat in the same chairs she and Diana used before.  Fluffy was on her hands and knees in the breeding kennel.  She lifted her head and inhaled deeply, sniffing to  try to find if her mate was nearby.  She didn't know this time she would have the gigantic Great Dane.  Harry led the big dog in and opened the door.  Fluffy couldn't see Yolanda and Gary due to the glare from the camera lights.  Today Diana didn't make any attempt to hide the filming, and Fluffy didn't care.  Right behind Harry and the Dane, Diana walked in.  She was careful because she wasn't sure how Gary would react to seeing her, since she really used him to get Angie to sign to be Fluffy.      Yolanda was concerned that Fluffy might not respond to a different dog, she didn't want Fluffy to get hurt.  She had the handlers ready to get the dog out if things went bad.  Louie the Dane walked quickly to Fluffy and sniffed all around her starting with her nose and down her right side and to everyone's surprise, back up her left side.  Fluffy whimpered and whined softly when Louie passed her pussy.  He walked around her left side again, this time he sniffed her wet and dripping pussy.  Louie even licked her inner thighs, but quickly pressed his nose hard against Fluffy's pussy.  He pressed so hard she had to move forward a step.  Soon he was licking and slurping loudly.  Fluffy whined again she was ready for more than just oral sex.  Louie slipped several inches of his big penis from his sheath, it hung nearly half way to the kennel floor.  She lowered her head and shoulders, keeping her bottom up in a sort of presentation to him.      Louie raised up and stepped over Fluffy's body and then dropped his feet on either side of the small bitch.  He inched forward until he felt his hind legs touch Fluffy.  He leaned back and raised up on his feet until the end of his penis felt Fluffy's moist pussy,  he quickly pushed forward until the extended portion was inside Fluffy.  Yolanda could see the   rippling of his sheath as more of his penis slid into Fluffy's wet pussy.       Fluffy's mouth opened in surprise as so much more of his red member slid into her.  She started to try to raise up, but his position above her prevented that.  She was trapped against the floor.       Within 2 minutes she was pushing back against his belly as he pushed forward.  Fluffy finished quickly, but Louie wasn't done yet.  He continued to push in and out as Fluffy had a second orgasm.  She howled the second time, and then Louie filled her vagina with thick amber semen.  So much that globs ran down her lowered belly and even more dripped to the floor.      She had to wait nearly 10 minutes for his penis to recede and he could slip out of her.  She lowered her head again and just waited.  As soon as he was done he walked to the kennel door and waited for the handler to take him out.      Fluffy just sank straight down, closed eyes, and slept. Fluffy has started to accept and maybe even like her new life as a canine bitch. What happens when the project ends. Often lab animals are discarded.  Part 3 to follow.                                     Review_This_Story || Email Author: Arnold_Puttywn ****** MORE_BDSM_STORIES_@_SEX_STORIES_POST ******