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First thing i am not a writer, but my story has to be told. It all started about 6 years ago when i became an undercover cop, i infiltrated a known crime boss and became a trusted member of the organization, little did i know was that he knew i was a cop and he had grand plans for me. Now his passion was his guard dogs, he just loved his prized dobermans, he explaned it to me one day that the only things in his life that he could truly trust was his dogs, loyalty was never questioned. He explained that to move up in the family was through loyalty, the more you were trusted the more the prestige, so it came to no surprise that when the drug delivery was coming in that i was to go meet it. The plan was simple, meet the freighter off shore in the high speed boat, trade money for drugs, come back with the goods. Plan number two was bust the whole gang and go home with another scumbag between bars. Well the whole thing went to shit.

I awoke in a bright room naked and strapped to a gurney, i was groggy and confused and totally alone. After a while ( i don't know how long) in walks mr crime boss, ill call him cb for short, what walks in behind him is another matter. Ever see them sci-fi movies with the little white aliens, that is a pretty good explanation of what was standing there. Cb then explains to me that the aliens are more technoligcaly advanced than us exept in one area, namely computer chips, and he was trading computer chips for medical technology. They were realy good at implanting donner organs, fixing spinal chord injurys, even rewriting dna so that the body would not reject the parts replaced. They could replace hands, arms, legs, the posibilities were endless, and they knew how to operate with little to no healing time, something like star trek only real. He then told me that i was going to be his first test subject, and that a year ago he had used the aliens technology to implant my human dna into one of his dogs embryos,that was needed for replacement parts from a diferent species. I asked what replacement parts and he just smiled and said just you wait and see. Thats when the alien injected me something and everything went black.

I awoke in a different place this time, it resembled a jail cell, only much much smaller. With a shock i realized i was in one of the dog kennels, ok calm down you can get out of this. Then i realized that someting felt different, my hands were gone, cut off at the wrist by the feel of it, but there was no pain to speak of, just two stumps ending at the wrist, i didn't know what to do. Then i realized something else, i couldn't feel my feet, sure enough they were gone also along with the rest of my lower legs. They had been amputated right below the knees, i think this is were i screamed and passed out from the shock of being mutilated.

I awoke to some proding in my butt, then everything went suddenly into overdrive, i scrambled around, paniked, bumped my head trying to get up and promptly knocked myself out!. I came too a little later again strapped to the gurney, cb telling me to stay calm that everything would be alright. How could everything be alright now that i was a quadrapeligic ?, That was step number one, when i found out you were an undercover cop i wanted to kill you, i felt betrayed. Just why can't i find someone loyal for a change, thats when my white alien friend here said to make you Loyal, and so that is what we are going to do, only we had to wait a year for the puppy to grow to maturity before harvesting the replacement parts. Dogs don't need hands and with your legs as short as they are you will never walk again, not like a human anyway. I felt like replacing all your limbs but then decided to keep you at least a little bit human. I want to show how betrayal will not be tolerated. Thats when they knocked me out with that drug again to stop me from screaming.

I awoke in the kennels again, only these were the big ones with the dog runs attached, i was laying on an old blanket that smelled like piss, i realized it was probably my piss, i couldn't remember the last time i used the bathroom but from the smell it seemed rather recent. I tried getting up but trying to balance on just your knees was out of the question, so i crawled towards the door, a small dog door, and pushed my way through to the outside. I will not go into details about how embarasing it was to have to shit out in the open, it was just that, embarasing, just try wiping your ass with no hands. I checked to see what other changes they had made to me but found i was still just a quad, having to walk on all fours was just degrading, i was never more scared in all my life. I went back inside and found there were 2 bowls on the floor, one had water in it, the other had something else, dog food i think. I looked around, didn't see anybody, and tentavily took a sip from the water bowl, then i greedily slurped as best i could, what can i say i was thirsty. Thats when cb walked in and caught me drinking from the bowl on the floor, what a good boy was his reply, i cursed at him, at least i tried to, nothing came out but a garbled hiss, i tried again with the same result. Hard to talk when your vocal chords are turned off. I just stood there on all fours and shook with shuch anger im sure i turned red, no hands, no legs, and now no voice, damn that son of a bitch! he was turning me into an animal and there was nothing i could do about it. Its just temporary until your new ones are installed, damn i was starting to think that my body was an asembly line the way he kept talking about replacement parts, although he hadn't replaced anything yet. You just rest for a while and relax because tomorrow things get really exciting ,he then turned and left me to my fuming rage.

I got up the next morning after a fitfull sleep and decided to explore my dungeon, there was an ordinary door with an ordinary latch right in front of me, there were no guards anywhere in sight so i tried to see if i could get out, my stumps for hands just couldn't manipulate the latch, with mounting frustration i gave up and went outside for a piss, after a while of figuring out just how to piss i just squated and let it go, i dribled some on my leg but what else could i do, be damned if i was going to lift my leg like a dog, not yet anyway. I went back inside, cb was there waiting for me, so i see you have a little problem with pissing on yourself. I just stood there humiliated again. We are going to fix that very soon. Because you freaked out so bad the last time i am going to tell you what i have planned for you. i am going to turn you into a dog, a female dog to be precise. I just looked at him dumbfounded. Because you like squating like a bitch you are going to be one. The puppy that contained your human dna in its genes had a 50/50 chance of being either male or female, and it turned out female. I looked at him in confusion. You are in for a sex change. i just stood there shaking again, he was going to take my manhodd. I felt so helpless that i just cried. You're not just having a sex change either, the vagina will be 100% functional, the ovaries and the womb are going in as well. If i want to breed you you will have normal doberman puppies, your rectum is also going to be replaced because it will be in a different location just under your new tail, it will make shitting easier, that way you won't have to wipe your ass. The operation shouldn't take more than a couple hours, then with a day or two to heal you should be back in your kennel. He turned around and ordered them bring me!, and to make me walk.

The guards opened the door to my kennel and aproached me, i backed away until i hit the wall, then they just grabbed me. I was powerless to defend myself, thats when i noticed something pink in his hand, he then without ceremony buckled a collar around my neck, attached a leash to it and then let me go. COME he said and then he jerked on the leash, i promptly sat down. Thats when i learned my first lesson, resisting the collar only means being dragged along whether you like it or not, it was either walk or choke to death so i eventually walked, i didn't make it easy on him by any means but we still reached our destination. After they had strapped me down on the operating table they just left the room, i was really starting to panick by this point. Cb walks in followed by that freaky white alien, he circles around me a few times finally stopping in between my legs, he fondles my balls a little bit. You know pink really looks good on you, and it will really look good on you after your done here, when next we meet you will be a bitch, able to be fucked and have puppies, what fun that is going to be to watch. He turnes, looks at the alien and says, you know what to do. Aliens sure know how to knock you out with needles.

The next few days were nothing but a blur, i guess they kept me drugged most of the time. I was floating in some kind of green goo, but i can't relly remember much about the procedure. I was finally taken out of that stuff, where tankfully they let me sleep. I awoke back to where i was before, strapped on the table, i couldn't move at all i was strapped so tight. Ahh i see your awake, how does it feel?. He started circling around in and out of my field of view, he finally ended up at the foot of the table. Well how does it feel? Thats when i realized my butt felt really different, especially when he passed his hand over my crotch, i can't describe how horrible that feeling was, it was just as sensitive as my penis, only way different. Now you can piss like a true dog, there are plusses to being female, multiple orgasms are one of them, you will find that out in time when you go into heat, but that wont happen for a while yet. We will let you get acustomed to yourself before we go onto the next stage, but don't worry that will come soon enough!. He then had the guard bring me back to my kennel. They unstrapped me, put me on the floor, reatached my collar and led me out of the building i was in. This time i didn't resist, i just walked along completely in shock of what had just happened. When they opened the door to my kennel i just meekly walked in, depression taking over really really bad. I just couldn't accept what had just happened, i think i eventually just passed out from the exhaustion of it all.

The night was spent with nightmares about evil white aliens brandishing sickly sharp knives cutting off my genitals. I awoke in a cold sweat during the night in complete darkness. It was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see any part of yourself. I experimented with rubbing my arm between my legs, only to find what felt like a tiny nub of flesh where my balls used to be, of course there was no sign of my penis. The troubling part was that nub was really sensitive and despit myself it felt good rubbing it, thats when the shock of what i was doing made me realize that i was playing with my vagina. I stopped what i was doing in disgust and cursed the only way i could, silently.

How was i going to cope with this ordeal, right now i felt i would have been better off dead. Suicide came to mind but how do you kill yourself with no hands. As bad as it was getting i still think if i could do it i would lose my nerve and quit. There was no way in hell i was a coward and i didn't want to go to hell, so it seemed that survival was the issue now. The only way to survive was to become something i was not, to become a dog, and he did say there was more to come. Oh well, time to try and sleep again and hope the nightmare doesn't come back.

Morning found me looking at what was between my legs, it looked like a dogs vagina but it didn't stop there, i had 8 nipples arranged down my chest and stomach. From the feel of my tailbone there was more of it than there was before, looks like i had a tail to go along with my vagina and tits. Time to go to the bathroom again. I edged out into the run and did what i had to do, squating was definately a requirement know. I didn't pee on myself like the last time, that done i went back inside. My stomach was starting to grumble from the lack of food and with trepidation i went over to the food bowls, looks like dogfood, smells like dogfood, tastes like dogfood. The taste was just bland but with hunger driving you on you do what you have to. It left a gritty feel in my mouth, i had some all over my face from having to stick my face in the bowl. I almost had to push it onto the floor to be able to eat it, i followed that with a slurp of water and then went and layed down in shame. I could still fell the collar around my neck and it kept reminding me of what i had become, the memory of the morning was leaving me depressed again, and the following days thay just left me alone, i just fell into a habit of drinking, eating, calls of nature and sleep, what more could i do ?

It was maybe a week from my sudden sex change that cb showed up again. How are we doing?, you seem to be adjusting ok, but you seem to have trouble eating your food. Don't worry, you wont have that problem for long. You see that is the next stage of your transformation, to give you a mouth that will easily eat out of a bowl. You see you are going to get a new nose, one that is cosiderably longer than the one you have now, along with some new ears. Enjoy your face while you can cause tomorrow its going to change. With that he left me sitting there depressed as all get out for i knew he was going to go through with what he just said. The next morning came all too fast. First thing you now a guard is waking me up. I scrambled to get up and out of the way, but he attached that leash to my collar before i could go anywhere. He then pulled me outside. I didn't know were i was going, he was bringing me somewhere different than the last time. We were in the middle of the lawn out back when he suddenly stops and says, ok go. I look up at him as if dumbfounded. Well do you have to go or don't ya. With shame in my face i realize he was bringing me out for a piss. Well hurry up and go we don't have all day. With my face beet red and a little bit of coaxing i managed to do as he asked. I found out that my tail automaticaly lifted to the up and raised position when i had to shit. It was getting easier to control now that i had had time to practice. We continued on our way to the building i was getting very afraid of.

With much trepidation i was pulled through the doors into the operating room, my leash was then tied to a ring in the wall. That was the first time i was tied by my collar, and it didn't feel good. To know how a buckle works and not be able to work it was depressing. Here i was tied to a wall and there was nothing i could do about it. Cb walked in then and asked 'hows my girl'. We are now going on to stage 2. My white friend over there is going to remove your lower jaw and replace it with the dogs lower jaw, along with the teeth, tongue, and vocal chords. He is then going to remove the bottom part of your skull all the way to the bottom of your eyes and then graft in the upper part of the dogs jaw. Because there is so much difference between the 2 skulls it is going to take a long time to complete the procedure. Rest assured that it will not be a problem. I sat there trying to think of a way out, but it just seemed all so hopeless. I was helpless to prevent it. I was shaking in fear, but i think that was his plan all along, to scare the living shit out of me, and it was working overtime. I tried breaking the leash from the ring to get away but it was no use, i was sitting there in utter helplessness.

All too soon the time came, i was again strapped to the table with cb circling around as if in triumph. He was postering with glee, I was trembling with fear and he knew it. What do you think of yourself now bitch! ,since i could not reply i just groaned. Just 2 more steps to go and you'll be complete. Oh great something to look forward too, what more could he do other than change the way my head worked. All too soon little white alien was again putting needle into me, and soon after that it was blissfull unawareness. Again i have memories of being suspended in green goo. I don't have memories of being in any sort of pain, it felt somewhat like an out of body experience. I was aware but not there sort of feeling, time had no meaning and nothing made any sense at all.

When i awoke this time i think i was better prepared than the last time, but it was still a shock. It seemed my life was getting full of shocking surprises. Nerves that were rewired had left my brain trying to understand all the signals that were different and new. My nose still felt like my nose but it felt like it was somewhere else on my face entirely. My tongue felt huge and my face felt all out of proportion. When morning light finally arrived the sight in front of me was just too much. My nose was definately longer than before, i could see the black tip of my new nose about four inches in front of my eyes. I could feel my teeth, they were all very pointy and sharp. My tongue was going to take some getting used to, it just didn't respond to the way it was supposed too. I got up and went outdoors and started my daily routines again. I came back in and decided i was thirsty. Now how to go about getting a drink? The first thing i did was submerge my nose too far in, and with a splutter i was sneezing water out of my nose. After recovering and reminding myself that my nose was a lot longer i tried again. I tried slurping like before but it didn't work, i just couldn't create enough suction. Thats when i remembered that dogs lap the water. I stuck out my tongue and realized that it would naturally curl under my chin, creating a small cup in the underside. Stiking my tongue in the water resulted in the small cup being filled and flicking it back quikly i was able to drink. It was not as fast as slurping but what else did i have to do. Eating was actually easier than i had hoped, after getting around to not bitting my tongue. This was going to take a lot of practice, i think fate was starting to set in at that point.

Later on that day a guard tossed someting into my kennel, it roled in not far from were i was. The boss wants you to practice chewing on that. I went over and looked at what he had thrown in, it was a rubber ring chew toy. Oh joy i had a chew toy to play with, what fun we were going to have now. I hate to admit this but that chew toy was just what i needed to help rewire my brain. After a few days of chewing i could actually eat something without bitting my tongue. My new ears were something else as well, they were not on top of my head like a real dogs but they were further up than my human ears were. Somehow i could hear better as well. I was getting used to things i never thought possible. The fear was still there and all but i think the prospect of becoming a dog was, i can't explain it really, i think acceptance was setting in. I couldn't do anything about it so just live with it. I had no choice in the matter anyway, so when the guard came in i just stood there. He atttached the leash and i just automatically followed. He had already proved that i was going with him whether i wanted to or not, so i didn't resist. Again i was made to go outside in the open. It was still embarasing but what can you do, i was led to that cursed building again but at this point i didn't care anymore.

What awaited me there was not what i expected at all. There was someone sitting in front of the table with what appeared to be a tattoo gun. The table was different, it had a pole at one end that went up about two and a half feet then turned 90 degrees and went for another two feet. It ended with a small leash on the end. This is a grooming table, here we are going to make you look more like a dog. You see dobermans are black with some tan markings here and there. Our tattoo artist is going to tattoo your entire body, from the tip of your nose to the tip of your tail. This is the last stage of your transformation, getting tattooed will finish you off. With that i was lifted onto the table and that short leash was then attached to my collar, i had no choice but to stand there. This is no ordinary tattoo gun, thanks to the little white alien he can inject the ink right into your skin with little to no pain. It will do a spot about one inch square at a time. The ink is also special, it will stop you from burning in the sun. It will completely replace the white skin pigment making it 100% permenent, no laser will be able to remove it. Well at least i was awake for this one, they started in between my shoulders and went everywhere from there. It felt like they were heating a part of my skin, wherever that gun was my skin would get really hot. It was almost like getting burned but not quite. It hurt the most around my eyes, the rest it was just extremely uncomfortable, except for maybe my vagina, that was painfull as well. It took about 2 hours to do the black and one hour to do the tan. After three hours my ordeal was over, then i was lifted and put on the floor in front of a mirror. That was the biggest shock of all, for i didn't recognize what was looking back, i was looking at a dog. Thats when the finality of it all sunk in real hard.

I spent the next few days trying to come to grips with my life, such as it was. Lets face it, i could not live as a human anymore. That was brutally taken away from me, but what to do now? I was literally someone elses slave. They told me what to do and i did it, although they pretty much just fed me and left me to my own. My tongue didn't have as many taste buds as before, as the dogfood didn't taste as bad as before. Cb had one of the guards bring me for daily walks, which usually meant having to pee in front of them. It was still embarasing, but i was getting better at walking on all fours. Not having the hindrance of lower legs i could crawl fairly well. That was my day to day routine, sleep, eat, go for walks, piss in embarsement, shit too, and sleep some more. I hadn't used toilet paper for a couple months now, at least i thought it was months. Time suddenly meant nothing to me, i couldn't judge an hour much less a month. They didn't tell me the time nor was there a clock in sight. The only passage of time for me was night and day. I was fed only in the morning and only once a day, so i wasen't getting fat. With such a routine going on day to day i just fell into a pattern of repetition. It seemed i was going on autopoilot, my mind was just along for the ride, i think they thought i had just lost it, gone mad or something. The thing was i had given up hope. I knew that the police had declared me dead, with the way that freighter had blown up i would have declared me dead also. Carefull plans of abduction had resulted in my curent fate. I was sitting there in my kennel living like a dog, and there was nothing i could do about it.

Things were routine for a while, i hadn't seen cb in a long time. It seems he was away on business in another country. Things changed when he finally came back. It seems he took great pride in bringing me for walks. I think he enjoyed watching me squat to pee because he was always saying "good girl" or something similar. For me it was just infuriating, i felt like bitting him. I certainly had the equipment to do so, i had since destoyed i don't know how many rubber rings. But as tempting as it was i knew it would just make things worse. Things really changed one day when cb declared my "puppyhood" officially over. You are now an adult and are going to be taking on certain responsibilities. There is a party tonight and you are the guest of honor, and with that he turned me over to one of the guards. Bring her to the groomer and have him make her look respectable. I'm still having trouble accepting the words girl, and her, it just rubs me the wrong way. Of course they just enjoyed my discomfort and used those words even more. It seems they didn't like the smell since the first thing they did was give me a bath. I was rinsed off about every couple of days with the hose, but this was the first time in a long time that someone was actually going to use soap. When they put me in the washtub and the water was warm and not cold i almost smiled, but then the scrubbing began. It seems i had quite the layer of dirt because they changed the water and bathed me twice. They scrubbed everywhere, they had no problem at all cleaning my new female genitals whatsoever. I think they were lingering there on purpose. I pretended i didn't notice. They then dried me off and i was declared done. That was all i really needed since i had no hair to speak of. That was one thing that cb had insisted on, i was to be buck naked at all times, no hair, no fur, not even on my tail. I was still completly covered with human skin, although of quite a diferent color. I was then led back to the kennels.

When i arrived back to the kennels cb was there waiting for me. Ah the birthday girl arrives at last. Could he really mean it, was it really my birthday. Turns out it was, and that was the first time since my transformation that i had an idea of how much time had passed, and it was about six months! I have some presents for you, sure enough he had several boxes all wrapped up and decorated. He placed one in front of me. Open it. I looked at him as if he was kiding. At least try. I went over and took the string in my mouth and pulled up, it seems that was what he had planed because the cover came off easily. I dropped the cover and looked inside. Whatever was inside was covered with tissue paper. I gingerly took the paper in my teeth and removed it. What i seen next i should have known. I was happy to have presents only to find a shiny new collar in the box. Well take it out of the box. I looked at it in dismay but did what he asked. I took it gingerly in my teeth and pulled it out of the box. Bring it here so we can see what you got. I went over, he told me to sit, i sat, he then took the collar from my mouth and proceeded to look it over. What a nice new collar you have there, want to try it on? It was black, made out of leather, about 2 inches wide and came right out of a dog supply store. With shame i lifted my head so he could unbuckle my dirty pink nylon one. It felt weird with no collar on, but then he buckled on the new one, and he put it on snug. He then took some pliers and proceeded to attach a dog tag to the ring, now i would jingle every time i moved. And now for gift number two. I opened it as i did the last one but with a lot less enthusiasm. That one turned out to be a black leather agitation harness that they use on police dogs. That i did not expect, that too was soon adjusted and buckled on. I really felt trapped now, having so many straps around your chest was unnerving. It was the last present that sent chills up my spine. When i opened the box what greeted me was a black leather muzzle, custom made just for me. He then took the muzzle from my mouth and then held it in front of me. Put your nose in it. I hesitated. He then told me with a little stronger voice, put your nose in it now or you'll wear it for a week! I inched forward and slowly put my nose in. Push it in all the way. I pushed and felt the leather get snug around my nose. He then proceeded to pass the strap between my eyes and attach it to the straps going behind my head. After he had buckled it on tight he took the matching leather leash, attached it to my harness, and brought me for a walk. It felt wierd walking around with all that hardware, and with that harness on he was in complete control. He could nudge me in the direction he wanted me to go. The muzzle was the worst though, that was when i realized he had complete control over me. I ate when he told me to, i drank when he told me to, i even pissed when he told me to. He had complete control over my life. I didn't do anything without his say so. The worst thing about it was that i was cooperating and obeying like a good girl, damn, even i was thinking of myself as a female now.

The party that night was just to parade me around and to show what happened to traitors. I was dressed in all my leather finery. It was the first time i had been indoors since my change. I was warned that if i pissed on the floor i would get my nose rubbed in it, so i just followed along. There was a lot of people there and the anxiety of being naked in front of all those people had me on edge. The muzzle assured no accidents would happen. I was paraded around, people were petting my head much to my dismay. I was passed around from person to person for a while, they all had fun walking me too and fro. Thats when cb anounced that he needed a name for his girl. I was blushing in shame. Names were suddenly flying around as everybody got into seeing who would come up with the best name for me. Damn it i had a name, but again i had no choice in the matter. Names like princess, blacky, sally, and a whole bunch of others were shouted out. Its when someone said come here girl that someone else said, thats it, call her girl. You know that name somehow fits, from now on your name is girl. I was stunned, not only where the calling me a girl but now it was my name as well. Cb had an engraving machine and pretty soon i had another tag on my collar. What joy, even more jingle jangle, would the shame of it all ever end. Thats when i realized i was in it for the long haul, i was now and forever a dog, the human in me was dead.

My training started a couple of days later, i was thought to sit, heel, come, lay down. I was brought on longer and longer walks. I think he was trying to make me one of his guard dogs. No matter how hard i tried i just couldn't run fast enough, the best i could manage was a fast walk. The trouble was that i was injuring my stumps on the ground as i walked and after a while i just couldn't go on, it hurt to much. Cb then decided i needed protection. He had me fitted with rubber prosthetics at the end of my stumps, it looked like i was wearing black tennis balls. That helped a lot, i could walk a lot more and so i eventually ended up going about as fast as a slow jog. That wasen't fast enough for gaurd dog duty so i guess i was just going to be his pet. He said i would still make a good mother some day, that word surprised me, i had forgot about that. I was brought to that cursed building one more time. That building would always be my curse. I was strapped onto my back and my legs were splayed to the side. My pussy was wide open for viewing. the alien then came in with a tray of instruments. He proceeded to stick a cold metal something into my vagina. That was disturbing, it felt like he was grabbing my penis only on the inside. He then squeezed on the handle and opened me up wide, i never felt so stretched in all my life. I groaned with discomfort and pain. He then proceeded to do something in there, i felt something cold and then a sudden pinch. I howled in pain and started breathing fast, that had hurt. He was soon removing his tools and with releif i was leaving that place hoping never to return. I realized what he had done when a couple weeks later i went into my first heat. It seemed he had implanted a device in there that would stop the estrous cycle until cb deemed me ready, i guess now i was ready. Ready for what was another question.

I have never been so horny in all my life. That heat thing must have been releasing something into my brain. It came and went, the other dogs in the kennel were suddenly very interested in me. There was some crying and barking for weeks, but they were not alowed in. I could even smell it, i was getting better at sorting out the different scents. A dog in heat was a pungeant smell to that nose. At the time i had smelled it before i haden't realized what it was, i knew what it was now. The prospect of having sex was scary, i didn't want to have sex that way. I think if they had let a male in that week i was in heat i would have fucked no matter what. That no matter what was getting pregnant. I just could not fathom such an experience. How could someone once male giving birth, the thought just blew my mind. When my second heat came i knew what to expect, what i didn't expect was what would happen. I figured they would have a dog cover me, but no, they were going to humiliate me further. I was dressed in all my leather finery and brought into a room. I was placed onto a short table and strapped to a sawhorse or something like that. It was padded and kept me on all fours. My harness was attached to it and they even strapped my muzzle to it. I figured i knew what was coming but it still surprised me. It seems the guards and anybody who wanted to was gonna have a turn. Cb walked in and started to gloat. Well girl here we are, what do you think of your situation now. Mr. undercover cop is about to be gang banged. I just closed my eyes and started to cry, i just couldn't hold it in anymore. Don't worry i'll be gentle. He then started playing with me, he was stroking what i think was my clit, if dogs even have clits. It felt like he was stroking the head of my penis, only it was way more sensitive. I got horny real fast despite myself. I kept trying to block out the sensation but to no avail. Next thing you know he started rubbing his penis against my lips. I started rotating my hips trying to stop the inevitable, but then he pushed up and in and that was my first sex as a dog. It felt like my penis was surounded, only i was surounding a penis instead. I could fell his balls smacking my pussy lips every time he rammed it home. Horny as i was i was enjoying every minute, i experienced my frst orgasm not soon after. Then the next one, and then the next one, it was so intense i actually passed out. For a couple of hours after that it was non stop sex, they finally removed my muzzle to let me breath. Soon after that i passed out from shear exhaustion.

I awoke the next morning a litle bit sore, they had really did a number on me. I was shocked to realize i had actually enjoyed the experience. I was also mad at the same time. I guess thats what happens when you have no choice in the matter, they were even controlling my sex life. Latter that afternoon a guard came bearing a visitor, a really excited visitor. The guard said hi girl, this is max, you treat him good now you hear. With that he opened my kennel and let that doberman into my domain. Now the dilema of having sex with max was scary. The night before i had had sex with humans and thought nothing of it. Now i was looking at beastiality, for max was a real dog. I was currently sitting down, of course i had an audience to watch the show. Cb was there with a grin on his face. I was sitting there sulking, max came over and licked my face. He then started nosing around my rear. You better let him or we'll tie you up like last night. With a sigh of resignation i got up on all fours. Max knew what to do. I felt his cold nose sniffing at my crotch. Without further adieu he was atop of me. I felt him grab me around the hips with his paws and then he was probing my pussy with his dick. After being stabbed a few times with that hard dick, dogs have a bone in there. I moved to help him and then he was in. I thought i had been pumped last night but this was way more intense. When he got in it wasen't a slow pumping motion but an all out freight train. He was pumping full speed ahead. Then he slamed that baseball sized knot home. It was so sudden it made me yelp, he then bucked a few times and stopped. We were now tied together. I could feel him inside, his penis was pulsing in a steady rythm. It was driving me nuts, the orgasm hit me with such force i almost fell down. Max then decided he was gonna get down. He slid off my back and turned around, his butt to mine. His penis then rotated in my pussy and sent me over the edge again. I stood there gasping for air. In the course of about 20 minutes i felt him pulse with orgasm after orgasm. I didn't think he would ever stop, but i was having too much pleasure to care. Suddenly he deflated enough to pop out and calmly went over and lay down. I was left there gasping, enjoying the afterglow of the ordeal. I soon went and lay down next to him, and we were soon both asleep. Max spent the next week with me, i no longer tried to resist him. My brain was just too numb from the pleasure. When my heat cycle ended i was sad to see him go. When i could think straight again, i thought oh my god what have i done. The worst of it was i had done it willingly.

My training continued, so far i had either been caged in the kennels or on a leash. There was no freedom to speak of, so it came as a surprise one day when cb asked me if i wanted to play. I looked up at him in confusion. He then produced something out of his pocket. You know what this is. I sure did know what that was. It was a remote dog training collar. He then unbuckled my leather collar, i was still being held by my harness. I think he liked the look it gave me. He then buckled the electronic one on, putting the small probes at my troat. He then let me off the leash, that was the first time i had been free in a very long time. I felt like running for it but reluctantly stayed put. He then produced a tennis ball. Want to play fetch? He then brought his arm back and tossed the ball, go and get it. I looked up at him with pure hate in my eyes. He then pressed a certain button. The jolt sat me down, i shaked my head in bewilderment. That is setting number one, shall we try setting number two?. I got up and headed for the ball. Faster. I jogged the 30 feet or so and picked it up. Ok bring it back. I obediantly brought it back. Good girl. He then took it from me, patted me on the head and tossed it again. Again i went and got it. We played fetch for quite a while, it was humiliating and humbling at the same time. We played that way every day from then on. At least it was play for him.

About a month after having my fun with max, cb brought me to what he called "the birthing house". We will find out if your pregnant. I found out he had quite the breeding program going, he even had his own vet to take care of the animals, myself included. I was told that the earliest method of pregnancy detection was ultrasound, a nice test because it was noninvasive, i really liked the sound of that, the noninvasive part that is. Finding out if i was pregnant was another matter entirely. I was placed on the table, it was padded instead of being just steel. i was told to lay down and roll over. Cb then asked me if i had to be strapped down, i meekly looked away and didn't move. I was anxious to know in a way. The vet then placed a drop of some kind of gel on my stomach, it was unusualy cold. He then place the ultrasound device on me and proceeded to smear it around. He did that for a while. Then he seemed to find what he was looking for. Ah ha, there they are. I don't exactly know how many there are but they are there, wow. Wow indeed, i felt like i was gonna be sick.

My dog food changed , they even started to fill my bowl right in front of me, purina puppy chow. I guess i needed extra calories now that i was pregnant. I shiver at the mention of that word. I could fell the changes in me, thay fed me twice a day now. The vet also came and checked my temperture every day around noon time, i don't have to say were he checked it, lets leave that to your imagination. Around the 50th day of being pregnant i was taken to the birthing house again. This time they were doing an xray to see how many pups i had, they counted them but they never told me how many i had. When i got back to the kennels they had added some furniture. They had added something cb called a whelping box. It had sides that were high enough so that 4 to 6 week old puppies couldn't get out, although i should have no problems. Theres another word that sent chills down my spine, puppies. The box was lined with towels. Get used to being in there for thats where your gonna feed the pups. It was cleaner than my blanket so i didn't argue, it was more comfortable too, it had padding.

There are 3 stages of labour. The first stage was my cervix had started to dilate, remmeber i had a vet watching me all the time. I was starting to have contractions. At the time i was shivering, restless and i wasen't all that hungry. The vet told cb that that was perfectly normal. Stages two and three, active labor and placental expulsion, conclude with the expulsion of the fetus and the placenta, respectively. Respectively my ass, labour was no fun at all. I was laying down and breathing hard and every time i had a contraction i was grunting. I never thought it would be so hard to have puppies. I now knew first hand what mothers everywhere were going through. I was never meant to go through with something like this. They were telling me to push, i was trying as hard as i could, if only i could curse. Finally one came out. I thought having sex was stretching, this beat that by a mile. The puppy came out in an amniotic sac, the vet gently took it and ruptured the membrane. He used some kind of nasal aspirator to clear the fluid from the mouth and with a towel he dried it off. He gently rubbed near the umbilicus to stimulate respiration, then used dental floss to tie off the chord about an inch from the pups body. He then cut it off with scissors and diped the chord in some iodine. The placenta they removed after they were done. i was scared when i saw a discharge of bright green goo coming out of me. I still have nightmares about the alien and his green goo. It took about six hours to deliver the pups, i ended up with four, two males and two females. I was let out for a potty break and then encouraged to eat, labour is hungry business, so i didn't argue. I then got into the whelping box and the puppies were placed in with me. Suckling was a new experience again, it was weird having the little bodies in there with me. It was almost hypnotizing, when they were feeding off me it put me in a relaxed state i had never felt before, it was almost teraputic. The next day my meals were increased yet again. It would seem i could eat whenever i wanted. My bowl was always full, and let me tell you feeding them pups sure made me hungry. I was still producing a bright green odorless discharge. The vet called it lochia, i called it creepy. It eventually went away, about four weeks later. That was a creepy four weeks, the pups on the other hand grew like weeds. I was moved into a family kennel when the little devils started exploring, i really liked that, more room to move. The puppies got weaned about a month later. At about three months of age they were taken away, cb said he had some high paying customers that wanted their pets. It seems i was now providing the bastard with income. I was moved back to my old kennel. Going back to a six by six cage was depressing, and as much as i hate the idea of being pregnant i loved those puppies with all my heart. The depression really hit me hard, hard enough that i wanted to die. It took a while to get out of that funk, but eventually everything went back to normal. The new bed i was given helped on that score. The blanket that i had before was awfull thin. It seems cb was proud of me and was rewarding me for a job well done. He even gave me some free time every day. I had a part of the back yard all to myself, of course i was wearing an electronic collar, one that would shock me if i strayed to close to the the underground fence. There were flags i kept well away from, but i still enjoyed sleeping under that big oak tree.

They bred me twice a year. That was the only way of keeping track of time, every six months i went into heat like clockwork. It soon became aparent that my pups were in high demand, because when i was pregnant i was very well taken care of. I was even given a bigger kennel permanently, no more six by six cage. This one was about twice as big and the run was a fenced in back yard. That back yard did a lot for my sanity. It was only about twenty feet by sixteen feet, but it had that oak tree i was so fond of right in the middle. It did a lot for my clostrophobia, it was my sanctuary. Cb still liked to bring me for walks around the property. Sometimes he would tie me behind the main house, where he could watch me through the window of his office. Being tied was bothersome but i was getting used to it. After being in the dog frame of mind for a few years you eventually just go with the flow. I just didn't fight it anymore, i was a dog now, and thats the way i was going to live and die. I went from an undercover cop to a prized doberman. I don't think cb had thought it would turn out so well. I heard him talking to someone in his office one day about my puppies. It seems they were highly sought after. They were the most intelligent dogs around, maybe some of my human intelligence ended up in there genes. Anyway he was discussing price and the numbers eight to ten grand were being mentioned. I looked up in surprise, no wonder he was treating me good, i was bringing him seventy to eighty thousand dollars every year. It seems i was limited to just four pups, because that is all i ever produced. Seventy to eighty thousand dollars, that was more money than i had ever seen. I could live very well off of that. Thats when i stopped daydreaming and realized i was still tied up behind the house. I guess when your a dog material things don't mean anything anymore. The only thing that i owned was the collar around my neck. When you live your life as a dog for so long, you start thinking like one. I think that was the only way i was able to survive, i just acted like a dog untill it became natural. Natural enough that i stopped thinking of myself as human. When cb would say, speak girl, i would bark out a reply without even thinking about it.

My world was about to change all over again. On one particularly warm night i had fallen asleep behind the house. Cb has left me there on warm nights before, so i wasn't overly concerned. I actually liked sleeping out in the open, there was a doghouse back there with blankets in it if i got cold, but i had yet to use it. I awoke to some of the dogs growling. There was always guard dogs patrolling around the area, i mean cb did raise dobermans, and not just for pets. I saw one of the dogs across the yard. I heard a funny little sound and the dog suddenly jumped and then dropped and rolled over. Something had to have hit him. I heard the sound again and saw another dog drop. Thats when i seen the little red tranquilizer dart sticking out of his butt. I got up and looked around. Thats when i heard the sound again, but this time the little red dart was sticking out of my butt. Tranquilizers do just what they say, they tranquilize, i was out in less then 15 seconds. I awoke in a very small place, very small. I looked around and noticed i was in a portable crate, the kind that they use at the airports. The other dogs were there also. Some of them whimpering and some of them still asllep. I was not a happy camper, i barely had room to turn around. It seems i was in some kind of truck, i could hear some low talking in the front of the cab. Someone was talking on a radio, "operation pet patrol is still underway, will advise when all threats have been neutralized, just a couple more then we can move in". I realized with a shock that i was in the custody of the police, or swatt, or something. They were gathering up all the guard dogs. iI seems they were going to take cb out once and for all. Suddenly i was very happy, i had finally been deliverd from my captor. I heard the man in the cab suddenly" move it they are going to get away" thats when the shit hit the fan. The main house went up in a huge fireball, it seems cb didn't want to be taken alive and had blown himself and a few cops to kingdom come. It was ground zero out there. I was glad i hadn't been in that backyard when it blew, the explosion had rocked the truck pretty badly. As i understood it we were two miles away, that was one hell of a bang.

They delivered the crates we were in to some kind of building somewhere, i think it was were they kept there own k9 squad. They just unloaded the crates with us still inside them. They put the crates on the floor and left, it looks like i was going to be uncomfortable for a while. Plastic crates just ain't cozy, there is just no way to get comfortable. The lights suddenly went out and we were left in the dark, i guess we were not to important at that point. I know a lot of good men had died that night, that explosion had been huge. I think the entire compound had been destroyed, which left me the only witness alive. I was just wondering what my future had in store. I just hoped that the drug they had used to knock me out hadn't hurt my pups. I was pregnant again, something that i was stll not looking forward to. Being pregnant wasn't so bad, neighter was nursing the pups, but the actual giving of birth just sucked big time. All i could do was try and get some sleep, there was nothing else i could do. Having to use the potty in a plastic crate is unpleasant to say the least. For me it was down right gross, try peeing and then have to sleep in it, again it was gross. When they finally showed up to let us out we were all a mess. They let us out as a group, it was a fenced in enclosure outside. They hosed us down and then gave us food and water, but otherwise left us alone. I don't know why it took so long for them to notice me, i guess they just were not looking for a human among that group. I looked like a dog, it was only up close that you would see the difference. They were taking us out one at a time, i guess they were checking to see if we were healthy. They would reach in through the bars with a long metal pole with a loop on the end. They would then snag a dog, subdue and muzzle him, or her, and then drag them away. My turn finally came. They had no trouble snagging me, i wasen't resisting anyway. When they came to put the muzzle on i just sat and waited. When it was on i was taken out and brought to a room somewhere. I still don't know why no one noticed what i was, i don't think anybody was enjoying there work. When the vet came to my room he did a quick glance, grabbed his clipboard and suddenly dropped it. I didn't know anybody who could open their mouth so wide, well except me of course. He kept saying oh my god oh my god. I just looked at him, for once i was not the one in shock. He left the room in hurry, and soon i was on a metal table with vets surounding me. He removed my muzzle and then asked. Can you understand me? I shook my head in an up and down motion. Are you human? i shook my head in a side to side motion. This aparently was not the answer he was looking for. Ok were you was once human? this i shook my head yes to. They then asked me if i could talk, i shook my head no, at least i didn't think so. They then proceeded to do test after test, scan after scan, they were really flipping their lids when they realized i was pregnant. I was soon moved to a top secret location with more advanced medical equipment so that they could do even more tests and scans. I wasen't proded this much when my transformation happened. Eventually they put me in a room, it was more like a jail cell. It had a toilet, a sink, and a bed and was surounded by bars. I needed to use the toilet but was unable to get on. With a little shame i did my business in one of the corners, what can i say, being pregnant is murder on my bladder. They didn't seem to apreciate this for i soon found the mess cleaned up and myself wearing diapers. They had to cut a small hole in it for my tail. The only good thing about where i was is that i had a bed, it was only a cot but when compared to sleeping on the floor curled up in a thin blanket, it was heaven.

They finally set up somebody to take care of me, after all someone had to change my diaper. That was not my idea of fun, having to shit in that was gross, it was more humiliating then when i was made to pee in front of the guards. Her name was Sam, she kept asking me to try talking. All i ever managed was a pitifull whining sound, i just couldn't form the words. My mouth was never meant for human speech. She finally gave up and said she would find another way for me to communicate. Thats when the light bulb came on above her head. I have an idea, come with me. She then clipped a leash to my collar and she then took me to another room. In that room was a whole bunch of computer equipment, she then lifted me up onto a chair in front of one and then produced something that looked like a hook, only it was not pointy. She proceeded to attach it to the stump of my right arm, she then attached another one to my left arm. She then placed a keyboard in front of me, i now had two prosthetic fingers. She then urged me to type something. Two finger typing is slow, but hi all the same, is what i put on the screen. Those first words i had typed were the first time i had had a two way conversation in six years. The tears were running down my cheeks. Do you have any special needs? I told her that i didn't like the diapers and wanted to do my business outside. I just couldn't get on the toilet by myself, and being pregnant i liked being outside so i could go when i needed to. I will see what can be arranged. I pleaded with her that i didn't want to shit in that again. It was just too gross and could she please bring me outside because i really needed to shit. There is nothing i can do so your just going to have to bear with it for the time being, but i will change you right away. I told her that if she really needed to keep me in diapers that there was such a thing as a doggie diaper. They were designed for tails, and had a pouch under the tail that kept the shit away from the skin. The depends they were butchering for me just made me to uncomfortable. Oh all right. I guess i can clean it off the lawn. Its not all that diferent than cleaning your ass, might actually be easier come to think of it. The building i was in had a sunlit centre courtyard. I was taken there and much to my relief the diaper disapeared, and stayed that way. The next time i was taken there for a potty break they had built me a sandbox, it made it easier for them to clean up after me.

Sam finally asked me how in the world was i created. The scans show both human and dog dna, but that is impossible. Humans can't breed with dogs, it looks like you have ordinary puppies in your womb. I then went on to explain that i was once 100% human. But that is impossible too, the dna test proves it. The human and dog dna are both present in your genes. You have to have been born this way. I then told her about the little white alien, how he had taken parts from the dog, who i asume died, and transplanted them into me. Rewriting my genetic code as he went. I then told her my real name, my service number and at wich prescinct i had worked at. She then looked up the information, pronounced me deceased, and then looked at me in confusion. How do you think i know how to use this computer? This gave her a lot to think about, but i don't think she believed me, not yet anyway. You mean to tell me an alien cut you up and then replaced the parts from a regular dog? I typed in BINGO, you hit the nail right on the head. She still had trouble believing it, the words impossible kept coming up. In our world with current medical technology, yes, it is impossible, but this alien is not from our world. When i told her that it had taken only two to three weeks, she was shaking her head no. It just can't be. She then showed me an xray of my skull. There were no marks or scars anywhere, it looked like it had always been that way. Even the skin where the parts had been put in had no scars, not even my amputated limbs. My tail was completely controlable, although you could see the scar from where it had been docked. Even my ears showed the scars from where they had been docked, but other than that, the rest of me looked natural. I was about to give up in frustration when i remembered that the prescinct had requested a retinal scan of my eyes. There was the proof that i needed, a retinal scan would prove who i was. That was the first time i made any headway, for when they set the scanner onto my eyes, my old picture came up. It listed the last time that i had been scanned, a little over six years, and presently deceased. Thats when she realized i had once been male. The implications of this were quite clear when she looked down at my swollen belly and remembered my puppies. She then realized what i had been put through. Oh my god, how did you stay sane for all those years, you must have had a terrible time coping with what they did to you. Finally we were in full agreement.

Well if i thought i had attention before, i had it now. The implications of what had been done to me where causeing waves in the medical community. Even though i was technically a citizen, i was still led around on a leash, i guess they thought i was going to run away or something. I finally asked sam what was going to happen to me. I don't know, the laws are kinda not there for something like this. Why am i still kept on a leash? She then realized and said, oh no, with all the fuss about what happened to you i never thought to think of you as a human being, i just never thought about it. Yeah, people do that a lot when they see a dog on the floor. I would really like a little bit of freedom, i mean, i have been wearing this collar for six years. I don't need to be led around. I have a human brain that can inderstand requests, so could you please take it off ? She then looked at me. I guess so. My neck was bare at last.

Things were finally looking up. With my status as a person reestablished, i started to get a little respect. They even tried to fashion some kind of clothes for me, but that was impractical. How was i going to take them off to use the potty. I guess until something was figured out i was staying in the nude, which i was well used to. I was using the potty fairly often lately so i think i was going to be in labour soon. The doctors were looking forward to that, i wasen't. I finally told sam that i needed a place to have my pups, sam suggested a room at a private clinic. As much as i would like that a dog kennel would probably be more apropriate. I don't want my pups delivered under all that attention, the only help i need a vet can provide. I don't want all those doctors all over me, it would be just too stressfull. Sam reluctantly agreed with me and so i was moved to a private veterinary clinic. I was placed in the back of van. How do you want to do this? I turned around and went into the crate that was placed there. Sam then shruged her shoulders, closed the gate and went up front. The ride wasen't long, and it wasen't my first time in a crate. I began to ponder how i was going to live my life from now on. I couldn't sit in the seat because of my tail, and the thought of cutting it off sent shivers up my spine. I had been cut up enough for one lifetime. Again i asked myself how was i going to live as a human. The simple truth of the matter was that i could not. I was a dog now, wether i liked it or not. At least now i was a free dog, one that could actually make decisions for myself.

The vet clinic was just that, a vet clinic. I was again placed in a kennel, where the vet could monitor me. I explained how the delivery went before so i wont explain it again, lets just say i knew what to do. The medical community went nuts over the fact that a human gave birth to perfectly healthy puppies, only i wasen't fully human anymore. That fact was abundently clear. Puppies don't belong in hospitals, as much as i would have liked having them there. The kennel was the best place for them, and that meant i had to stay there, although i had the freedom to leave. I was given access to the clinics back yard, i could go there whenever i wanted. They were situated next to a river, and i liked walking along the shore reminiscing of what was to come. The medical community had given me leave to raise my family. I was gratefull for that, although now i had to decide what to do with them. Before they had been taken away at around three months of age, this time i was going to see them grow up. Its a lot of work, raising puppies. I was contmplating giving them up for adoption. There was no way i was going to sell them. I know that technically they aren't mine, that they actually belong to the dog that died for my transformation, but i still feel responsible for them. After all it was i that brought them to term.

It was fun raising them puppies, they grew up real fast. In the end i opted for adoption, they were just to much for me to handle. I couldn't exactly order them around, and they could literally run circles around me. I still had to communicate by typing, a slow and laboureous process. I just couldn't talk, i tried every day to form words to no avail. Two doctors and two vets ended up adopting them. I had a lawyer make a contract that my puppies were to be pets only. No medical experiments for any of them includung any of their offspring. They made away with good pets, especially when i told them that cb had sold them for $8000.00 or more. I told them that there was actually a waiting list for my puppies. People were getting in line for them, so don't advertise where you got them. It was now time to decide what to do. Should i try and live like a human, or should i live like the dog that i felt i now was. Decisions decisions decisions, i needed to talk to a shrink.

The shrink was more confused than i was, but in the end we decided to add up the pluses and minuses of being human or dog. The pluses of being human. You have first and foremost the freedom to choose. You have to be a contributing member of society, get a job, get a place to live, pay your bills, etc. etc. The pluses of being a dog. Well there really aren't any pluses, but the fact still remains that i can better function as a dog. I currently have the freedom to choose, but that is all i have. All i can contribute to society is a pile of shit on somebodys lawn, and i can get fined for that. Getting a job is again out of the question, what job can i do. i can't even sit on a toilet, i am too afraid of breaking my tail. Getting a place to live, i can't even open the front door, so what is the point of bying a house. it just wasen't something i could use, and how do you pay your bills if you can't get a job in the first place. It is just impossible to live as a human, the only alternative is live as a dog. With my mind finally made up, i had a decision to make.

I want to live as a dog. Now the only problem with that is that i now need somebody to take care of me. I spoke to Sam about it, and asked for her advise. She couldn't believe what i wanted to do. You just got your humanity back, why would you throw that away ? How am i going to live as a human? We then went over point after point of why i had to take this route. But you will have to give up your freedom again. My freedom was taken from me a long time ago, and i can't get it back. No matter how hard i try to be human, a dog will always look back at me in the mirror. Well, how do you want to proceed with this? i said i would just have to live as somebodys pet. You really have thought this through, haven't you. I just can't see any other way, the doctors can't change me back, not that i would if they could. Once around was enough for me, i just can't go through that again. Get me clasified as a dog again. I had gone through all that problem of proving who i once was, only to have to go back to the way i was. She said it was going to take a lot of work to get me classified as canine. As a human it was illegal for me to be outside naked, yet it was proven that clothes just weren't for me. I just couldn't function alone, i needed someone to take care of me.

The process took a while. I had to aply to all sorts of govenment agencies, go to court, have a shrink evaluate my sanity, and so much more blah blah blah. I had to explain why i could not live as mr. so and so. The doctors explained i was about 50% dog, and they just could not see me function as a human. The only other alternative was to function as a dog. That was the deciding factor, i could not function as a human. The judge asked me if i knew what i was asking for. I did, at least that is what i typed on the computer. As a dog you will need to have an owner. You will have to wear indentification, that means wearing a collar again. You will have to be on a leash every where you go. That means no freedom to go where you want. Whoever owns you can have you legally killed. That was definately something i had not thought of, euthanasia. Still i felt i had no other choice. With a bang of his gavel i was declared a dog for the second time in my life. At least now i could take off the ill fitting clothes that sam had made me wear. Sam was declared my legal guardian until someone was found to adopt me. I don't want you to end up at the local shelter. You have been through enough already without having to put you through that. Sam then signed some papers and then we were off. I am really glad that sam was my legal guardian, we had become good friends over the last year. She escorted me to her car, where she made me hop into the back. We then went to a pet supply store. People still just seemed to see me as a dog. I guess they were just to busy to notice. The lady at the counter then asked sam if she could help her. Sam then pointed at me. I need everything. We were led down the aisles. There were racks of collars, leashes, harnesses, muzzles, dog bowls, simply everything a dog could need. Sam would pick out an item, look at me for aproval, and would then place it in the cart. Since she had been apointed guardian, she had a budget to take care of me. That budget included a trip to the pet store. Since she was spending someone elses money, she asked me if i prefered leather or nylon. I pointed to the leather. My my you are kinky. She bought me a one and a half inch wide black harley davidson spiked leather collar. You will look mean in this. She then pointed to the harnesses. I sadly shook my head yes. She then picked out a padded leather walking harness, similar to the one had i worn before. It was black also, she got a matching leather leash to go with it. She picked out a black leather muzzle. I shook my head no but she insisted. I don't want you chewing on the furniture. All i could do was relent to her wishes. She then got food and water bowls made out of stainlees steel, my she wasen't skimping any. She had a tag made out on the engraving machine, my name was still girl. What can i say, it was the one i knew best. She then picked up some assorted chew toys and some dogfood. It was found out that dogfood was better for me then human food anyway. I could hardly argue the point. She then picked out the largest crate they had in the store, i was not happy about that one. Sam then packed up her purchases, and then we were off to the hardware store. Sam went in by herself while i waited in the car. She came back with a long tie out chain, it was starting to look bleak. She seemed to notice that i was getting down and depressesd. Don't worry, the judge gave me a list of things to get and i have to get everything on the list. Doesen't mean we have to use everything though. With that we went onto our next destination.

We then went over to the local animal shelter. She had me registered as a female doberman. It felt strange being actually declared a dog under the law. My human side was definately gone now. The clerk at the animal shelter asked if i was spayed. No, in fact she recently gave birth to pups. Are there any any plans to breed again? Sam looked at me and i shook my head no. The clerk looked confused at that. Your dog understands you? Yes she does, she is very smart. I don't think that there is a word that she doesen't understand. Come to think of it, ask her which tag she wants. He then produced a bunch of tags, holding them up for me to see. I shook my head yes to the one that matched the one on my collar. Thats another thing he noticed, i wasen't wearing my collar yet. Where is your dogs collar? Sam then pulled it out of her purse. Sam passed it to him and asked him to please attach the tag behind the other one. He complied, then passed it back. Sam then looked at me. Are you ready, your legally required to wear it now. I shook my head in the affirmative. She then without fanfare buckled it around ny neck. She placed it snug but not too snug. It would become more comfortable after it was broken in, i knew that from experience. The clerk then made an apointment for a physical examination, i guess they just loved probing me. I followed sam out on my own, she knew i would not stray. We then went to my new home, it was nice to have a home.

When we got home Sam set me up in my own bedroom. I was very thankfull for that. She said i pretty much had the run of the house. It was going to be strange living in a house again. I have a carpenter coming in next week to install a doggie door into the back door. I am also going to have the entire back yard fenced in. Her back yard turned out to be an entire acre of trees. Don't worry about the doghouse that is going to be put in, that is just for show. You may be a dog but you're going to be a pamperd one for a change. I was starting to like it here. She then had me follow her into the living room, thats where she had placed all of her purchases. We may as well unpack all of this stuff. She first placed the dogfood in the pantry. She then place both bowls in the kitchen, at the end of the counter. They were placed on a special mat that woulden't let the bowls slide around. She filled one with water, the other one with food. We then went back into the living room where she started taking out all the leather hardware she had bought. Well we may as well see how everything fits. She then picked up the leather walking harness. I promptly stood quietly while she adjusted this and that. She then picked up the muzzle. She looked at me with a little evil smile on her face. What should we do with this? I knew she was teasing so i teased back. I went over and stuffed my nose right into it. She then adjusted the assorted buckles, checked to see it wasen't too tight, then took it back off. Well now we know that it fits we can put it on the rack in the hall, and with that she hung it up. With all the hardware in place she then decided to show me her back yard. She clipped the leash onto my harness and we then went for a nice long walk.

Well it was nice living there. Sam had a computer installed in the front room so we could talk. She asked me how i liked it here. I told her she was the best friend i had ever had. This just made her day. I was finally happy for a change. The carpenters came and went, and now i could go out by myself. Just feel free to go out any time you too. I spent a lot of time exploring the huge back yard, damn but i could get lost in there. One day i was towards the very back end of the fence when i spoted something behind a tree. I went over to investigate. Thats when the little white alien stepped out. I turned to run away but he hit me with someting. I just fell to the ground, unable to move. He then aproched me and touched me on the head. Well i'm glad you are still alive. When i finally got the ship running the little traker i placed in you showed me where you were. We have some unfinished business you and me. With that i passed out. I think i awoke on his ship. I was again strapped down. I was uterly helpless, he could literally kill me if he wanted to. I was shaking in my boots, that is if i had boots. This dire humour is starting to get to me. He aproached me and with some kind of instrument forced my jaws wide apart. He then clamped something onto my tongue and pulled it out as far as it would go. With that out of the way he then sprayed something into my troat. All feeling in my mouth went completly away. He then picks up an instrument. It looked a lot like some long needle nose pliers. He then seems to go down my troat all the way to my ass. He then closes the handles very carefully. He then tugs a little bit while slowly turning and finally removes something. Ah there you are. He then takes another instrument. This one looks like a small green ball on a stick. He goes down my troat and within about a minute removes it. He then unclamps my tongue and with some relief he then unclamps my jaws. I lay there slowly working my jaw. I could move it but i couldn't feel it. The paralisess is only temporary. He then showed me a small little red ball. It had two quarter inch long prongs on each side. This was attached to your vocal chords. It stopped them from vibrating properly. Of course with it now gone you should have no further dificulty talking instead of speaking. I was looking at him a little bit surprised now. The thought of being able to talk was aleviating my fear. The drug i administerd should wear off in about half and hour. He then unstrapped me, but left fast enough that i couldn't follow him. I was now free but trapped in a room.

When he came back, he appeared in front of me on the wall. He explained that he wanted to talk but was now fearfull of my teeth. He was afraid of me tearing him to shreds. Well the thought had crossed my mind, after all he was at least partially responsible for what happened to me. He then explained that what he had done to me he had no choice. Cb had captured him when he crash landed. He had forced him to do his bidding with promises of replacement parts, namely computer chips, but the parts never came. He was still looking for parts that would replace his navigation console. I can now fly wherever i want to but interstellar travel is still impossible. i can only fly where i am looking, which is too slow. What do you want with me? With a shock realized i was talking back. Ah i see you've found your voice. I was in too much shock to think about it. Having a one way converstaion is a little boring don't you think? i repplied with a yes. Good, maybe now we can get down to business. What can i do for you? I still need a certain cpu to finish my repairs to the navigation system. I asked him which cpu was he refering to, he then told me the fastest pentium would do nicely. I have one of those in the computer at the house and you are free to take it, i don't seem to need it anymore. He was so overjoyed with that that he started to dance with glee. You don't know how long i have been waiting for this. Do you want anything in return? i jumped on that and asked him to make me human again. I was suddenly filled with hope, but alas it was not to be. He explained that cb had cremated the body parts he had removed from me and without the originals he could not turn me back. He explained that he could do it with new human parts, but they would have to be alive for the process. The thought of killing someone to make me whole again was not something i would wish onto my worst enemy. I still have the original female canine in stasis, I can finish you if you want to go in that direction. The thought of being 100% dog was not apealling, but then the thought of having legs that were meant to walk on all fours was. Can you give me the dogs legs, walking with my current ones is a bit hard. Remember they were straight and had no joints. The thought of being in that tank again gave me the shivers but being able to walk normally was a big gain in mobility. That is no problem at all, and should take only a couple of days. With a shock i remebered Sam. She is currently sleeping and completly unaware about anything. And so with that i underwent another procedure that would make me more dog, but in the end it was worth it.

After the operation the alien released me back into the back yard. It was weird again, i could feel the new nerves firing in my brain, the sensation of feeling my legs beyond the knees had me jumping for joy, and i could literally do just that. He explained that he had reinforced my pelvis and shoulders with some kind of metal, the name of which i can't pronounce. My legs would not have any problems with the extra weight. Half my skull, along with my chest and backbone, was all that was left of me. I still weighed more than a regular dog. I led him up to the house were he promptly opened the door and went inside. I led him into the front room and showed him the computer. He removed the tower, and then looked inside. It was like having a little kid in a candy store, he was mumbling something which i only asumed was his native language. He then looked at me and thanked me. I can finally go home. With hope that was the last i would see of that alien, he said Sam would awaken after he removed the dampening feild from around the house, and would be none the wiser. I watched him leave, then i went into my room for a well deserved nap. Being able to tuck my legs under me was way more comfortable now, and the next time i went for a run, well maybe i could run.

Sam was confused, she didn't know what had happened. She had had the weirdest dream, it was the strangest thing in her life. She turned on the tv to watch the news, only to see the date. Four days had passed since her last memory so i can understand why. She then noticed the computer was missing. Where did that go? I didn't want to say anything yet so i stayed silent. I did a turn in the living room hoping she would notice my legs. She still looked confused, so i did another turn hoping she would hear the claws on the floor. You're acting weird. Then she noticed i was standing on paws. She was quick to investigate, running her hands down my legs. how? I then said one word. Alien. You mean to tell me....uh....you can talk? Yes, i finally can. It was hard to talk, i had to consintrate in order to form the words properly, but i was getting better. Again she asked me how, so i told her the aliens story. She was having trouble believing until i did a third turn around telling her the alien had given me new legs. Well we have proof now to back it up, the doctors are going to go nuts again. I asked her not to tell, i had had enough proding and probing for two lifetimes and didn't need any more. Well at least we can have a proper converstaion now. She then threw me a curveball. How would you like me to adopt you? I jumped up and down in my enthusiasm, while replying with a bark. So you can bark now eh? Yes, when the situation is right, and this one is right. I think we will keep your sudden talking ability a secert. If they find out you can talk you know what is going to happen, so no talking in front of anybody but me. I couldn't agree more.

Well Sams supervisors were not to happy about her decision. How are you going to attend to your dutys while having to take care of a dog. Sam worked for the FBI, so she was gone a lot of the time. I will apply for a special permit that will allow me to bring her along. They eventually relented, saying it was probably best to keep an eye on me anyway, i guess they still wanted answers only i could provide. The adoption was pretty straight forward, they just had sam sign on the dotted line and that was it, after paying the adoption fee that is. They then took a large needle and placed a traking chip between my shoulder blades, it was a little painfull, but well worth the price. Now i really had a home, what a secure feeling that was, it had me tingling all over. When we finally got home i just had to try my new legs. I was definately faster than before, sam just couldn't keep up. I think for the first time i was happy. I had a good friend i would do anything for, one that would take good care of me. I say that as if i'm incapable of taking care of myself, the truth is that i can't. I have no fur to keep me warm so without shelter i would probably die of exposure. I now looked like a dog who had been shaved. The only difference where the wider shoulders and bigger skull.

Sam got a replacement computer. She had some prosthetic hands made for me that would slipp over my paws. It was then much easier to work the computer, i could actually work the mouse. i could open and close the hand just by flexing my paw. Having the new legs made it easier to sit in a chair as well, they gave me better balance. I was actually thinking of trying to use the toilet, on second hand maybe not. At least now i could turn on the computer and pick which program to run. That computer allowed me to tell you my story and keep a diary of my lifes events. I could take off the prosthetics all by myself, i had a big mouth after all, so my life as an invalide wasen't to bad. At least i could entertain myself when sam was not home. Going to work with Sam had its rules, i ended up wearing everything sam had bought. While i was walking besides sam i had to be on a leash and wear a muzzle until we got to her office. In the office it was taken off. Sam had a separate desk with a computer on it. I could then help her with her reports and such. I wasen't much help really, but it kept me occupied. People would find it strange to walk in and see a dog sitting there picking away at the keys. It must of looked kinda funny, i never got faster than a two finger, but at least i got something done. I treated it as a job and eventually ended up doing errands for other people as well. I would deliver letters and small packages to diferent people in the department. They eventually forgot about the muzzle, i needed my teeth to hold the satchel they would put the letters into. I eventually became the departments delivery girl, they even attached a radio to my collar so they could call me when needed. I would bark once for yes if i was available and two if i was busy. I got a lot of petting on the head. I didn't mind anymore, after all i was working where i felt i belonged.

I still went into heat twice a year. That was uncomfortable, i would just get redicoulously horny. Sam would just ignore me, to a point that is. She eventually tied me outside. I can't say i blame her, i was being a bitch. She asked me if she should go find me a male, she knew several people in the K9 unit that would just love to bring their dogs in for a visit. I considered it but said no, i didn't need more puppies. All i needed right now was a good fuck. She started thinking about something. You know maybe we shoud get you fixed, it would mean an end to your heat cycles, and peace for me. I didn't like the thought of getting another operation, and said so, but she was the boss. I had agreed to that, if she thought i really would be better off. Its your decision, after all you do own me. She acted like she didn't, she treated me more like a member of her family. In the end she had a right to do to me whatever she wanted. She always had the final say, and i never argued the point, thats just the way it was. Well maybe we can alleviate you another way. She then went into her bedroom and came back out with a dildo. It was one that had a vibrator in it, i found out i really liked vibrating dildos. When the department found out i was getting fixed, a lot of the K9 guys decided to argue about that. It seems they thought i would make some excellent puppies, being how i was so smart. Could Sam please allow at least one more litter. Sam looked at me with the question, i lowered my head in defeat, and so it was decided that i would get pregnant one more time. I latter told sam that this was it, this was the last time i wanted to have puppies, after this one i wanted to get fixed. She agreed with that. I went and visited the pound. I eventually picked another doberman to mate with, and enjoyed a couple weeks of sex. I gave birth three months latter, right on schedule. I found it easier this time, i guess the human hips i had before didn't allow me to strech adequately, so giving birth this time was less stressfull than it was before. The K9 guys gave me and my pups plenty of attention. When they were grown up enough they began their training as police dogs. Not all dogs are smart enough for police work, my puppies on the other hand were the smartest the k9 handlers had ever seen. They eventually started a breeding program to improve the stock they were keeping. Me i was proud that they had been recieved so well. I was given praise for donating such smart dogs. I was latter given a certficate of apreciation for all the work i had done. It seems they had missed my errand service in the department offices when i was delivering something else. I eventually made it back. When the time came for me to get fixed it was decided to just give me a vasectomy, instead of removing my womb and my ovaries. They just tied them off so no eggs would be released. That meant i would still go into heat, but at least i could get relief without worrying about getting pregnant. Having sex was fun. I'm sure the male dogs didn't mind. Sam just called me a horny bitch for about a month each year. That was the only way i was going to have sex anyway, so why fight it.

Well that is my story for now. Maybe i will wright about some of my adventures traking down criminals some day. Or about the time i cought some home invaders that decided to enter the wrong house. I knew how to distinguish diferent odors now. My brain had taken a long time to acomplish that, and so i was getting good at traking. I wasen't great mind you, just good. Maybe Sam will wright about her adventures or about me, only time will tell. And that is all for me, its time to turn this computer off and go to bed, before Sam decides to tie me to it, or worse.

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