Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2008 20:15:12 +0000 (GMT)
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon Chapter 23

Two by Two, Chapter 11 -- by: Beverly Taff


A few days later, Jane eventually learned of Staz's amazing circumstances.
She was attending a house party at Vicky's and everybody was sat around the
large dining room table. Naturally, Staz sat in his armchair at the head of
the table with Vicky to one side and Sally to the other. As the meal
progressed Jane watched fascinated at the way that both Vicky and Sally
waited upon Staz's every need. The soup was spooned delicately into his
mouth while the rest of the food was graciously prepared into neat bite
sized lumps. Staz delicately took it into his jaws and chewed it with his
mouth closed. The dog's remarkable training fascinated Jane but she was
mildly surprised that a veterinary would let a dog share their table.

'After all,' she asked herself. 'Didn't dogs poke their noses into the most
disgusting places when they were out in the park?'

Eventually, Jane could not contain her curiosity and she asked Vicky why
she let her dog indulge itself by sharing every part of her life.

A silence fell around the table as the group turned as one to Vicky. The
moment of truth had arrived. Vicky glanced at Staz who discreetly raised an
eyebrow and nodded his consent. Jane watched the strange interplay with
fascination then frowned as Vicky answered.

"Would you like Staz to explain?"

"What d'you mean," Jane replied as puzzlement creased her brow further and
the other girls stared bewildered. For although the rest of the girls were
aware of Staz's brain transplant, only Sally knew the whole truth.

Vicky glanced again at Staz and he sat back in his chair as he prepared to
shock them.

"I think it is time to come clean with you all," he announced.

For a brief second, a stunned silence descended then everybody started
talking at once. Pandemonium ensued briefly until Staz finally stood up in
the chair and rested his forepaws on the table.

"Ladies, Ladies, -and gentlemen too," he added as he turned to smile at
Jane.  "Let's have a bit of order here. Don't all speak at once. Now, one
at a time please! Jane, you go first being as you're the new girl."

For a moment Jane was still too shocked to respond to a 'dog' addressing
her and she shook her head in disbelief.

"Is - is that really you?" she finally managed. "Vicky's not some sort of
ventriloquist is she?"

"We can go to another room if you wish, then you can ask me out of
earshot."

Staz's answer was enough to convince Jane and she sagged back in her chair.
Immediately Betty asked a question and soon the whole group were expressing
their delight. Steve was truly come amongst them again, albeit in Zac's
magnificent body. The party had come alive. The girls found it a real treat
to have 'proper male company' and proper communications with Staz. They
were overjoyed for him. No longer would he be constrained by the clumsy
keyboard and laptop.

They rose from the table and moved to the drawing room to join the other
dogs.  There Vicky and Beverly explained to a mildly confused Jane that
only Staz had a human brain. Billy, Zeta and Dido were real dogs and unable
to sit at the table.  Jane was excited and amazed at the situation so she
took Staz aside and he explained all about his surgery.

Sally was both amazed and excited. The idea she had been having to punish
the man who had raped her now took another delicious twist. After Beverly's
revelations about her 'bitch tits' and 'bitch womb' Jane had been
contemplating somehow kidnapping the brutish rapist and then implanting a
bitch's womb into him so that he would be pestered by dogs every time he
went to the park. Now her fertile imagination made a greater leap.

'Better still, if she could somehow have the brute's brain transplanted
into a bitch's body and make it so that the bitch was always on heat', she
thought.

That weekend she finally revealed her secret wishes to Sally. As she lay
curled up in Sally's arms she gently broached the subject of her rape and
the trauma it had caused. Sally sighed softly. Jane had not consummated
their relationship.  She somehow associated the sexual act with the violent
attack she had endured.  Jane had retreated into her feminine side in some
sort of attempt to disassociate herself from any form of masculinity. She
had come to associate masculinity with cruelty and violence and she did not
wish to soil the beautiful Sally with something so disgusting as 'sex'. As
a consequence of Jane's trauma, Sally was becoming frustrated. Yes, she
enjoyed sex with Staz during her workdays but she so wished to consummate
her love for Jane in the regular traditional way. In truth, she wanted
Jane's baby.

Both girls lay with their heads on the pillow and their long hair spread
out like spun gold when Jane broached her feelings.

"I think I'll somehow get better if I can see that bastard suffer for what
he did to me."

"How d'you propose to do that," asked Sally.

"D'you think that Beverly and Vicky would agree to transplanting that
brute's brain into a dog's body?"

"I don't think so. Steve agreed to have his brain transplanted into Zac's
body.  It was an improvement for him. He was totally paralysed. You've seen
him running about the park and enjoying the absolute joy of his newfound
mobility. He has a wonderful life for he can function at two
levels. Especially now that he can talk.

He joins with us and lives with us as a social human being, then, when he
wants, he can go hurtling about the park with Billy, Zeta and Dido with the
wind streaming through his fur. For Staz, the operation was the best cure
possible for his paralysis but I don't think he or Vicky would agree to the
procedure being used as some sort of punishment."

Jane thought for a moment then replied, "But that brute is paralysed, at
least from the waist down; and he's only got one arm. He's permanently
stuck in that wheel chair and all he can do is commute between the park and
his apartment.  I can see the desperation in his eyes every time he stops
for a coffee and a pastry. And I've noticed he's getting fat. It's the lack
of exercise and greed."

"Well isn't that punishment enough?" replied Sally.

"No," growled Jane bitterly. "I want him to really understand what rape
means.  To understand the constant fear of us girls every time we go out in
the park.  The very fact that we have to take the dogs with us all the time
is proof of our imprisonment. I want him to really understand and feel that
basic primordial fear."

"Well you'd better speak to Vicky and Beverly about it and to Betty as
well.  Vicky and Betty are the vets, they'll put you right."

They rolled together and hugged each other as a tear leaked into Sally's
eyes.  She so wanted to share everything with Jane and if punishing the
rapist worked, she would support Jane one hundred percent. That weekend, at
a barbeque in Vicky's garden, Jane broached the subject.

The girls listened wide-eyed with shock that slowly turned to curiosity and
finally to a salacious communal discussion.

"You'd somehow have to get his consent in writing in case he tried to sue,"
argued Vicky.

"But if he was a dog, who would know and how could he sue?" countered Jane.

"If he spoke to someone, they would report it. He would only have to walk
into a police station and declare his condition," observed Betty.

"Not if we paralyse the vocal chords so that he wouldn't be able to bark or
make any noises at all."

"You mean like that African breed of hunting dog that can't bark. Those
basenjis."

"Yes. If he couldn't bark then there's no way he can communicate."

"What about computers?" added Staz. "I use one all the time."

"I think it's still a bit risky. If he ever managed to reveal his identity,
that would be the end of it. The authorities would put us all away for
ever."

Jane fell silent. She felt that her friends were not being supportive
enough.  It wasn't the principle that they objected so much as the risk of
discovery.

"If I found a way of preventing him getting to a computer, I suppose that
would be OK."

The rest fell silent. They recognised Jane's trauma and all felt sympathy
for her.

"You'd have to keep him in prison if you wanted to do that.

"Or make him wear an obedience collar; you know, those collars that give a
dog a shock if it barks all the time. I could make him wear a collar that
gives him a shock if he goes into the wrong room or misbehaves. Like those
electronic cat flap collars that only operate the cat flap for one cat."

There was a long silence around the table before Betty replied softly.

"It might work. You'd have to be in control all the time though."

"I could take him as a pet and keep him at the restaurant as a watchdog. He
would be well fed and given a proper home."

A slow smile spread around the table as the group finally found a
consensus.  Even Staz found himself sympathetic although the idea of a
'punishment collar' sent a fricassee of nervousness down his spine. He
expressed his fears quite openly and a unanimous 'Never', echoed around the
table.

"Not you Staz. You've never done anything wrong. I'd never allow it!"
declared Vicky, vehemently.

Cautiously, Staz joined the consensus, and the group then set about the
arrangements.

It was left to Jane to gradually draw David into her confidence and slowly
bring him around to the idea of a possible cure. After a few months she had
him eating out of her hand and willing to sign almost anything. The brute
was desperate to recover his mobility and just about any avenue was more
attractive than his present helplessness. Eventually, Jane had him ensnared
and he agreed to try some 'experimental surgery'.

Jane now started drugging his coffee every morning this started to affect
his intellect. Dave became confused and dumber but the condition was
temporary, being dependent upon the drugs. Before long a mildly stupid Dave
found himself in a foreign country facing a strange foreign doctor who
exposed him to a barrage of tests. His confusion and disorientation was
explained to the doctor as 'brain damage from the truck impact', and the
foreign doctor accepted this with no qualms. As Dave underwent the
questioning, Jane and Beverly sat in with him and explained other aspects
of the case until eventually; the strange foreign doctor was satisfied.

"Well David," he explained, as he stood up. "I think I can do a lot to cure
your condition and apply a permanent remedy to your propensity for
antisocial behaviour. When I have finished, you'll be mobile and able to
function sexually again. I can't answer for any brain damage that you've
suffered, although there might be a marginal improvement in your brain
functions. Are you agreeable to the operation for a caninisation?"

"Yes doctor," whispered Dave hopefully. He was by now too stupid to
understand the real meaning of the doctor's word 'caninisation'
(transplanted into a dog's body,).

"You understand of course that you will have totally different perspective
of the world afterwards, don't you?"

The confused Dave nodded uncomprehendingly and signed the disclaimer forms.
Ahmed exchanged a knowing glance with Jane and countersigned the documents.
Jane and Beverly witnessed the signatures and the process was commenced.

They then returned home to await developments. Jane continued secretly
administering Dave the drugs and he settled into an almost imbecilic stupor
whilst leading a semi vegetative existence traveling between his flat,
Jane's pavement cafe and the park where he fed the ducks. Often Jane
accompanied him and people expressed admiration for her 'Christian act' of
caring for the monster who had so abused her. Jane just smiled
sanctimoniously and expressed her fears that David seemed to be descending
into a vegetative state as his physical condition worsened. Others nodded
sagely and attributed his condition to his inactivity and depression.

After a year, Jane and Beverly received confirmation from Africa that a
genetically compatible dog had been bred and it was ready to receive
David's brain. Within days David, Vicky, Jane and Beverly arrived in Africa
and Ahmed wasted no time preparing to transplant the crucial organ into the
dog's enlarged cranium.

Beverly was stunned when she recognised the dog standing on the inspection
table and she turned to Jane accusingly.

"You never said it was going to be a long haired Basset hound bitch!"

"Can you think of a better breed of dog? Look at it. Basset hounds are the
dwarfs of the dog world and what's more this bitch's legs are inordinately
short even for a Basset. Just look at her waddling about."

To demonstrate how short the bitch's legs were, Jane took Beverly's hand
and placed it under the animal's belly. Beverly felt the bitch's nipples
brush against the back of the hand event though it was planted firmly on
the table.

"Good God, Jane, there's less than an inch of clearance! If she has puppies
she'll have to wear a bra to protect her nipples from scraping on the
ground."

"Good that will keep reminding her she's a girl. It would be interesting to
see what sort of bra she would have to wear. You could help him there what
with your experiences."

Beverly grinned knowingly and fingered her eight bitch stiffening nipples.

"Mmmm. That could be interesting," she sighed.

Jane stepped back to study the Basset bitch and smiled again.

"Look at her, her legs are so short that she won't be able to climb up on
the furniture without help and she certainly won't be able to reach up to
the computers. By the time she's wearing a punishment collar, Dave will
know exactly what it's like to be totally under the control of somebody
else. As a bitch, he'll never be able to harm another soul!"

"But - but she won't even be able to use the toilet like the others. She
will never be able to reach up to the pan!" objected Beverly.

"She'll be living with Sally and me in the flat over the
restaurant. There's plenty of room up there. We'll install her own special
sanitary arrangements just like the old fashioned French toilets like a
hole in the ground. She'll have to learn to use that."

"And look at those long floppy silky ears!" protested Beverly. "They drag
along the ground like a pair of brushes!"

"Ahmed assures me that they will be clear of the ground once the cranium is
enlarged and Dave's brain inserted. After the operation, her skull will be
reshaped with the extra bone from Dave's cranium. The long narrow skull
will be slightly higher and more dome shaped to receive the human brain
into the Basset hound's long narrow brain box. The swollen skull will be
camouflaged by that beautiful feminine head of hair. Just look it's
beautiful and it grows exactly like a girl's." Jane ran her fingers through
the beautiful, golden, silky, blond hair and held it out to study the ears.

"Now you mention it, those ears are a bit long though it's nice that the
ear hair matches the rest of this beautiful crowning glory. You wont be
able to see her ears under this mane. She'll have to hold her head up high
and proud to keep those long silky ears clear of the ground. It will teach
her good posture."

Beverly grinned and wagged her head.

"You've been planning this a long time haven't you?"

"He'll never be able to rape anybody again. In fact, it will be just the
opposite. If you look at the bitch, you'll see that she cannot lower that
long feathered tail. See, it's like a banner or a flag; always sticking up
stiff and bouncy. It's another congenital feature that was engineered into
her makeup.  She will never be able to hide her sex, and that tail will act
like a signal, an invitation. It will be a siren call to all the other
dogs."

Beverly studied the silky tail with its long, golden, silky banner sticking
proudly astern like a battle ensign.

'Jane was right!' thought Beverly. 'The long golden silky tail was
screaming, 'Here I am, come and fuck me!' to every dog she would ever
meet. She stroked the beautiful coat then another thought struck her.

"But what about grooming?" continued Beverly. "With a coat like this,
she'll need constant brushing and grooming."

"Then she won't wander far, will she? Her coat will always have to be
groomed and trimmed to stop it dragging in the mud. She's going to be a
'high maintenance bimbo' of the doggy world!"

And so it came to be. A few days later Ahmed and Vicky completed the
procedure then left the patient unconscious for a few weeks to get over the
worst pain and heal the scars. As the dog lay in coma, Jane had her own
surgery to insert the doggy knot in her cock. When she recovered and had
her first erection, she squeezed the base of her penis and smiled as the
knot expanded half way along her cock. Sally would be really pleased that
Jane would now be able to service her just like Staz.

After recovering Jane started visiting the silky golden haired Basset
hound, as she lay still unconscious while the alterations to her body
repaired themselves.  It was a long slow process but eventually Ahmed
decided that the pain had subsided and the day had arrived for Dave to be
woken up.

As he slowly recovered consciousness, Dave sensed that he could move his
arms and legs. A wave of excited relief surged through his body as he felt
a definite response to his motor efforts. However, they still hadn't
removed his eye bandages so he was unable to see. He reached tentatively
for the eye bandages but Jane's voice advised him to stop. Obediently he
desisted for as yet he still thought he was a fully functioning human
being. The tubes down his throat also prevented him from speaking.

Prior to waking up, Ahmed had placed a big preventative surgical collar
around Dave's neck to stop him scratching or irritating the surgery scars
and stitches around the skull. Dave could feel the collar but simply
thought that it was part of the supportive equipment to help him
recover. Patiently he lay on his side until he felt delicate fingers
slackening the eye bandages.

Dave finally emerged and blinked sensitively to find Jane staring lovingly
into his eyes. He tried to say hello but the sound came out completely
differently.

"Woof" he barked uncomprehendingly. He presumed the tubes down his throat
caused the peculiar distortions and he tensed as he saw the strange foreign
doctor start to remove them. Somehow, the tubes seemed to be a long way in
front of his eyes and he gave a puzzled frown as the last tube emerged with
a slight bubbling sound. His throat felt a little sore but he was relieved
to hear Jane speak to him.

"There we are my little Dumdums. Is that better? Can you hear me now?"

"Dave answered 'Yes', but again the sound came out as a hoarse 'Woof'.

'Fuck!' he cursed to himself. 'What was wrong with his voice?'

Jane spoke again.

"Ah. Never mind my little Dumdums. It's no good trying to talk my pretty
little friend. You'll find out why in a minute. Now would you like to try
and stand up?"

"Dave answered 'Yes' again but once more it came out as a distinctive
dog-like 'Woof'.

'Damn!' he thought. 'What the fuck was wrong with his voice?'

Jane offered out her arms but Dave refused her assistance and rolled over
to stand up. It was now that things began to get really weird. For a few
moments, he scrabbled uselessly on the surface then realised that somehow,
he was unable to sit up and hang his legs over the table. He tried to look
down at his arms but the big collar prevented any sight of his body. He
looked down over the edge of the table then realized he was looking down
the edges of a long silky golden nose. Automatically, he moved his arms to
swing himself off the table and the next moment he was tumbling to the
floor. He landed with an excruciating thump and let out a howl of
pain. Somehow, his legs had failed to reach the floor or absorb the
drop. He had tumbled to earth like a sack of potatoes.

He lay recovering from the shock and pain as Jane bent down to rub his back
then he slowly tried once more to stand. Immediately he lost his balance
and toppled awkwardly as Jane caught him and gently lowered him to the
floor. Something was completely wrong with his body.

"Fuck!" he 'woofed' again. 'What the hell was wrong with him?'

Cautiously, he rose to all fours and found the posture peculiarly easy. The
problems started again started when he tried to rise to his feet. For some
reason he just couldn't get to his feet. His body seemed hopelessly heavy
and kept dropping forward onto his hands again. There was simply no way he
could stand up yet. For the moment, he would have to move around on all
fours until he got his balance. He looked at Jane who was kneeling beside
him and he asked her what was wrong with his legs.

Of course, the words did not emerge from his mouth. The sound simply came
out as an incoherent string of soft woofs and whines. Dave swallowed
nervously as Jane spoke again.

"What's the matter little Dumdums? Doggy got your tongue?"

"Woof! Woof, woof, woof!" he replied, frantically trying to make himself
understood.

"Sorry my pet. I didn't get that. It was just a series of barks."

Dave tried to explain that he was having trouble talking but once again it
came out as nothing more than a string of excited woofs. Then he realised
that Jane had stood up again and he was staring up at a giantess. Somehow,
he was standing on all fours and yet still lying low down on the floor
below Jane's knees.

Cautiously he tried walking and was stunned to find that he could move
quite freely across the floor. He looked around him and was puzzled by what
he saw.  Even the chairs were above his head. Somehow, he was less than
eighteen inches tall, but the chairs seemed to be all in proportion. Then
Jane reached down and attached a lead and collar around his neck. He froze
but she started to drag him forward. He tried resisting but his sensitive
hands were simply lifted off the floor and he found himself being strangled
as he was dragged across the floor.

"Ouch! Stoppit bitch!" he 'barked'.

"What was that Dumdums? Sorry my pet. I don't understand you. Come and look
in the mirror."

So saying, she yanked hard on the collar and dragged him through into an
adjoining room. In a huge mirror on the opposite wall, Dave looked up to
see Jane tugging a beautiful, longhaired, golden Basset hound with silky
ears that almost touched the ground. It was several seconds before he
realised that the dog was he.

He let out a terrified howl that transcended all animal sounds then slumped
to the floor with shock. Jane bent down to stroke the collapsed bitch then
tried to lift her to carry her to an adjacent settee.

"Oooh! You're heavy darling, I didn't realise that Basset hounds could be
such big heavy dogs. Can you help me Beverly?" she asked.

Beverly took the rear end and carefully they eased the prostrate bitch onto
the settee in the next room. Jane flopped down onto the settee and removed
the choker chain then gently stroked the hound's long silky head.

"Gosh! I didn't realise that Basset hounds could be so heavy."

"Well if you look," observed Beverly, "she's got a torso as big as most
dogs.  In fact it's a bit longer than Zeta's or Dido's and she's quite a
bit plumper.  Not so lean as the Alsatians. It's because the legs are so
short that people often make the mistake of thinking Basset hounds are
small dogs like Dachshunds.  If her legs were normal she would be quite a
big dog."

Jane let her hands delicately trace along the long silky spine and found
herself having to stretch to reach the butt and tail.

"Yes. She's quite long isn't she? I never realised."

"Yes. Even for a Basset she's a little extreme. But Ahmed and Vicky assure
me that there are no problems with her spine or leg joints. She's a healthy
bitch and she'll have healthy appetites."

Jane's hand unconsciously drifted to the bitch's rear and located a
familiar object in her genitalia.

"Oh! She's already got a cunny plug."

"Yes. Vicky slipped it in this morning. It's to keep her newly grafted
sphincter contented. She doesn't know it yet but she's going to be one
horny bitch."

"Both girls smiled and continued savouring the soft beautiful coat as they
ran their fingers affectionately through her golden hair. Jane grasped the
'flagstaff' of a tail and tried to depress it. When she released it, the
tail flicked back into it's perky upright position and remained there
defiantly.  Even when unconscious, the dog's tail was fixed firmly in the
upright position with the slightest suggestion of a curve. Beneath the tail
the golden hair was absent.

The bitch's naked anus and vagina were clearly marked by two pinkish
telltale rings. The lower ring was already sporting a bright pink
plug. Jane rotated it gently and the bitch twitched as its tail trembled
then wagged stiffly as the flag hairs swished invitingly.

"Yes that tail's definitely a clear invitation," smirked Jane.

"I think she's waking up," observed Beverly.

"What shall we call her?" asked Jane.

"Well she used to be David. Let's call her Davinia. If she's still as
stupid as Dave was, she wont get confused. It will be an easy name for her
to remember."

Jane smiled as the bitch let out a low whine.

"Hey up she's awake!" cautioned Beverly.

The bitch tried to get up but Jane gently restrained the nervous Davinia
until she had stopped trembling.

"Are you OK now darling? No more little tantrums eh? Are we going to be a
good little girl for mummy?"

Davinia let out another confused 'woof' and settled momentarily under the
pressure of Jane's firm commanding hand.

"I hope that mean's a yes Dumdums," she crooned affectionately.

Davinia then tried to lurch forward but her short stumpy legs simply failed
to supply enough propulsion or reach. She flopped forward onto her
breastbone and buried her long pointy nose into Jane's lap. The surgical
collar dug painfully into her neck and prevented any further progress.

"Oooh, we are getting affectionate, aren't we darling?" giggled
Jane. "Would you like to put your pretty little nosey-wosey into mummy's
pussy then?"

Davinia scrabbled awkwardly backwards and started barking furiously.

"Sshh darling. Good doggies don't make a lot of noise. If you persist in
barking like that, mummy will have to put this special collar on you. It
makes bad doggies into good doggies."

Jane held up another bulky collar and indicated the ring of little metal
tips on the inside.

Davinia eyed the collar suspiciously and swallowed nervously. She 'woofed'
uncertainly then whined ingratiatingly.

"That's better Dumdums Now lets see if we can get that horrible surgical
collar off you. Your scars have healed enough so it's time to remove it.

Davinia sat still as Jane pretended to fiddle with the large plastic
cone. She was actually slipping the 'obedience collar' on first behind the
plastic conical collar but Davinia couldn't see anything. Finally, Jane
released the huge conical impediment and Davinia immediately turned to
study her new body.

"Damn it! I am a dog!" she woofed angrily.

"I'm sorry darling. You're making no sense. We'll have to arrange some
signals.  Here's a book of signs and sounds that Vicky's dog Staz uses to
communicate.  If you learn these, you'll at least be able to talk to
Staz. You'll be talking the same language."

Beverly passed the book to Jane who held it open at the first page.

"Look Darling. One bark for yes and two barks for no. You'll be using 'yes'
more than 'no' because you're going to be a very obedient little girl, so
one bark for yes will save you breath.

You will need all the breath you've got, especially when we go walkies in
the park. You'll be quite puffed if you try and keep up with the other
dogs. You'll have noticed you're a Basset hound. With those short little
legs, you'll never be able to chase the other dogs. You'll just be able to
waddle around whilst the other dogs whiz by. They'll be able to catch you
though.

Davinia studied her new body ruefully then stood uncertainly and looked
down at the floor. It was only a foot away but it seemed to be miles away,
like the bottom of a gorge.

'Could she reach it?' she wondered. 'It wasn't far but after falling off
the table Davinia was now extremely nervous of heights. She pranced
uncertainly on the settee and whined as she pleaded to be 'let down'.

"Aahh. What's the matter Dumdums? Can't you get down?" smiled Jane.

Davinia whined again and tried to rear up to lick Jane's face, thus
ingratiating himself into her pack. He was surprised by his own action and
realised there were still some doggy feelings left in his behaviour. His
efforts to reach Jane's face failed miserably. His forepaws just didn't
have the length and leverage to propel his chest and head high enough to
reach Jane's face; even though Jane was sitting right beside him on the
Settee. Davinia realised that jumping was quite impossible. He could only
jerk his neck and spine to raise his chest and forepaws about an inch off
the ground. He was virtually tied to the floor by his impossibly short
little stumpy legs. He whined plaintively and stared beseechingly into
Jane's eyes. Jane gently stroked his long back and smiled softly.

"Yes darling. I hold all the aces. You're a little rug rubber now. Once I
put you down, you won't be able to climb up on any furniture or beds unless
we invite you and help you up."

Davinia wagged his tail ingratiatingly and whined his submission but he was
secretly angry. He still hadn't realised he was a bitch. His rapist nature
still prevailed and he wanted to mount Jane and teach her a lesson by
raping her.  As she pulled him over her lap he pushed his little back legs
with all his might and succeeded in toppling her backwards. Then he tried
to pin her down with his stumpy little paws and mount her.

As Jane lay giggling underneath him she recognized his attempts to hump her
and she squealed with delight.

"Why darling, I do believe you're trying to fuck me! What a silly little
girl you are! Haven't you realized yet. Look, follow my fingers. What are
those?"

Davinia felt Jane's fingers delicately tracing their way down two lines of
extremely sensitive nipples. He convulsed with pleasure then pressed his
tummy eagerly against her fingers in a desperate attempt to continue the
delightful sensations. To his dismay, Jane's fingers continued towards his
groin and he tensed expectantly as he anticipated her fingers reaching his
cock. Instead, her fingers continued tickling between his rear legs and he
twisted his head to look where he knew a dog's cock should be. Jane
recognised his actions and grinned victoriously.

"What are you looking for darling? Look all you want. There's nothing there
darling. You'll have to look under your tail."

Davinia scrambled awkwardly off Jane's tummy and rolled back onto the
settee to try and poke his nose into his own crotch. If he had been a
normal dog, he would have found a cock in the usual place and easily been
able to lick it. If he had been a normal bitch he could have curled in a
bit tighter and licked a bitch's cunt. However, Davinia was not a normal
dog.

Davinia was now a Basset hound; a dwarf with a long back and short stumpy
legs.  Furthermore, she was a slightly plump Basset hound. She could look
where a cock would have been but she would never have been able to reach
it. Every time Davinia tried to curl under his belly, he lost his balance
and rolled perilously close to the edge of the settee. As to reaching and
licking a bitch's cunt that was forever to be denied to him. Davinia would
never be able to reach round and lick her cunt or protect it from unwanted
attentions. Davinia's panic started to well up as she realised she was a
helpless fuckable bitch. 'She couldn't run, and she sure as hell couldn't
hide.'

Jane's fingers drifted idly to the cunny plug in Davinia's cunt and she
rotated it gently. Davinia felt the most delightful sensations radiating
from her bottom and she yelped with surprised delight. Jane turned it again
and Davinia found herself backing eagerly against Jane's hand as the
sensations caused her to respond automatically.

Davinia's male brain tried desperately to resist the demands of her body
but it was no good. The bitch responses were simply too
overwhelming. Despite his resistance, Davinia found himself rotating and
humping urgently against the strange lustful sensations radiating from his
core. She whined despairingly and Jane stopped rotating the plug for a few
moments. Davinia whined and yelped a little louder then found herself
licking eagerly at Jane's face as she begged for more.

Urgently she found herself pressing her pussy against the arm of the settee
and she could not desist until something had happened deep within
her. Frantically, she started banging her butt against the arm until Jane
took pity on the boor bitch and she gently turned Davinia around. Davinia
continued whining eagerly as Jane gently gripped the pussy plug and started
pumping it in and out of Davinia's sex. Davinia realised that despite his
masculine revulsion to such an intimate invasion of his new female parts he
was absolutely helpless to stop it.

His bitch body had taken complete control and he was now one helpless,
horny Basset hound bitch. Slowly, he felt an orgasm starting to boil
through his body as the lust radiated from the intimate female parts he so
detested. He wanted desperately to stop but it was impossible. As the
pressure built up his whole rump started to rotate and pump eagerly as his
four short little legs started to paddle desperately in an attempt to
somehow force that wonderful artificial cock deeper into his sex. As Jane
gently manipulated the cunny plug, poor Davinia felt her heart thumping
frantically as her whole body started to explode with lust. Then Jane
simply stopped and stood up to talk to Beverly.

"There see. She may not like her new doggy body but she certainly likes the
sex."

Davinia started to howl with frustration and frantically banged her butt
against the arm of the settee. Jane frowned and scolded her.

"Be quiet Davinia. Naughty dog. Stop making so much noise."

Davinia was beyond understanding and continued to whine feverishly as she
pleaded for satisfaction. Jane scolded her again.

"If you don't stop young lady. I shall be forced to use the collar."

It was no use. Davinia's lust was in complete control as she pranced
frantically on the settee and banged her butt against the arm. It brought
no relief. Her cunny was screaming to be reamed and filled with a delicious
proper doggy cock.  Even the butt plug was failing to satisfy her ascending
needs. Davinia cursed inwardly and barked desperately for relief.

"You've got a cock Jane. Use it. For God's sake use it! I'm on fire
here!!!"

The loud barks were the last straw for Jane. If there was one thing she
detested it was a disobedient pet. Angrily she pressed the button on the
remote controller and a paralysing jolt was sent thundering through
Davinia's collar.  She let out a scream of agony and toppled stunned off
the settee. Her efforts to save her self were comical as her stubby limbs
paddled uselessly and her butt squirmed frantically as though trying to
unhinge itself from the rest of the pain-racked body.

Davinia was experiencing an intensive orgasm in her nether parts whilst her
spine jangled with pain from the obedience collar.  "You bitch!" he woofed
feebly as the confused sensations wracked his female body.

Jane smiled condescendingly and spoke sternly.

"Next time when I tell you to stop, you will stop; OK!"

Davinia lay exhausted as the aftershocks of lust reverberated through her
pain- wracked body and she stared nervously at her new mistress. Fearful of
another brutal lesson, she lay where she had fallen until ordered to move.

"Good Dog! Now stay there while Beverly and I go and see Vicky."

Cautiously, Davinia sat as upright as a Basset Hound could and adopted a
contrite pose as her big sad blue eyes followed Jane's delicious butt
through the door. Davinia still had a man's sexual appetite and from his
ground level perspective, he had a delicious view straight up Jane's short
skirt. The sight sent ripples of lust through Davinia's loins and she
squirmed salaciously.  Instead of an erection however, he was frustrated to
find he only felt a harm wet itch radiating from just beneath his
butt. What was worse, he had no way to satisfy it. He could no longer fuck
he could only be fucked. He was no longer in control!

As Jane and Beverly turned into the corridor, Jane turned one more time and
smiled as she wagged her finger warningly.

"Now be a good girl and guard the room. No running away!"

As she disappeared, Davinia felt alone and frightened. She whined nervously
and felt another mild shock tingling through her throat. She yelped with
fright and a stronger jolt slammed through her body. For a moment she sat
frightened then emitted a very soft nervous 'woof'. The shock was somewhere
between the severity of the previous two sensations. Davinia quickly
realised that the louder she barked, the stronger the shock. Already, the
obedience collar was achieving its purpose. For about ten minutes, Davinia
sat silent then she became impatient. She whined softly then stopped
immediately as the familiar tingling rippled down her spine. Cautiously,
she stood up and waddled hopefully to the door.

As she pushed her nose around the doorpost she suddenly felt another jolt
from the collar. She stood stock still as she realised the collar's 'cat
flap' device had operated. There was an induction coil by the door that
activated the collar if she tried to cross the threshold. Davinia tried
again a bit harder but the shock simply got worse and she felt a vicious
wallop almost stop her heart.  She quickly realised that she was confined
to the apartment.

Bitterly she returned to the settee and tried to clamber back onto its soft
luxurious cushions. It was then she realised she had no claws. Her stubby
little legs paddled uselessly as he smooth soft paws slithered
ineffectively against the soft shiny satin of the settee. It was an
impossible task and she slumped backwards again to settle disconsolately on
the floor.

There she lay examining her paws and realized that they did not have the
usual hard rough pads of a normal dog. Instead they sported a set of soft
sensitive pink pads exactly like a newborn kitten. Cautiously, she licked
them and her rough tongue tickled her feet. She twitched sensitively and
realised her feet were as sensitive as a human's. It was only because she
had been walking on the soft smooth indoor flooring that she had failed to
notice. She was still learning the essence of being a dog. Resignedly, she
squirmed her long, rounded body and struggled to regain her feet then she
trotted into the kitchen. The cold tiles immediately reminded her of her
sensitive feet and she minced sensitively towards a doggy bowl that was
obviously laid out in readiness.

Fortunately her eating responses were automatic and the food tasted
delicious.  It was mostly a mushy mix with the occasional titbit thrown in
but it was tasty and quickly assuaged her hunger pangs.

Had she needed to tear and rip at the food like a wild dog, she would have
quickly realised that her teeth were useless. Her jaws had seen some very
expensive crown work and her teeth were simply cosmetic. The newly
implanted teeth were made of a stiff but pliable synthetic rubber. The
teeth simply folded and compressed when she clamped her jaws to make a
bight. Davinia would never be able to bite in anger.

She realised this when she found one tasty lump of meat amidst the
mush. Like all dogs, she enjoyed different textures in her food and she
eagerly picked out the chewy lump. After a few attempts, she realised that
her teeth simply would not cut the meat. The lump remained intact and she
was finally forced to swallow it whole. This was no problem for a dog but
the pleasure of chewing and squeezing the flavours out of the tasty flesh
was denied her. She rolled on her plump side and bent her head towards her
stumpy little paws to try and discover why. Carefully she twisted her neck
around as tight as she could and strained with her forepaws to investigate
her teeth. Eventually, she just managed to touch one of the forward
incisors and bent it back with surprising ease. When her paw slipped off
the tooth it flipped back with all its rubbery consistency.

At last Davinia realised there was something strange about her teeth.
Cautiously, she tried to bite a chair leg and realised immediately that
although her jaws had clamped down hard, the chair was simply trapped
between her gums.  Her false rubbery teeth had simply collapsed flat onto
her gums with no effect at all. All Davinia could do was give the chair leg
a gummy suck like a newborn baby or an old granny. Her teeth were nothing
more than cosmetic substitutes to make her jaw look normal. They were stiff
enough keep the lips in place and give her jaws a proper occlusion but as
teeth they were useless. It was just one more privation she realised she
would have to endure through her new life.

'Thank God for mushy dog food,' she concluded as she returned to the dog
bowl and lapped up the remainder of the mush.

The next hurdle was drinking. After a few futile attempts with the water
siphoning up her long slender nose causing her to sneeze and choke she
concluded that the delicate ladylike way was impossible. Reluctantly, she
was forced to lap sloppily like any normal dog and the water splashed
messily across the floor. As she busied herself with the water, she did not
hear the girls returning. Suddenly she saw three pairs of heels and three
pairs of graceful curvy stocking legs appear in front of her. Davinia
stopped drinking and looked up subserviently to see three delightful
triangles of panty crotch under the skirts. Once again Davinia's male urges
sent shivers of delight down to her feminine organs and she wagged her
stiff tail eagerly.

"Are you pleased to see us Dumdums?" crooned Jane affectionately.

Davinia wanted to bark but the obedience collar prevented it. Instead he
waddled forwards and gently licked Jane's feet. Jane giggled at the
ticklish sensations then bent down to stroke the affectionate Davinia.

Being a transvestite of course, Jane could not bend and close her legs like
a real girl and her knees remained slightly parted as she stooped to stroke
her pet. Davinia got a perfect view of Jane's crotch and gently eased
forward to sniff curiously at the wonderful aromas that wafted from under
Jane's skirt.  Davinia didn't realise it of course, but Jane's masculine
pheromones were sending her bitch senses into overdrive. Davinia's
metabolism was exactly programmed to respond to Jane's scents and hormones.

Eagerly, Davinia nosed under Jane's skirt until she encountered the
stiffening bulge encased in the soft silky pants. Jane squeaked with
delight and twitched deliciously as she frotted herself against Davinia's
inquisitive nose.

"Ooohh, you little nymphet," giggled Jane as her erection struggled to
escape it's silky prison.

Davinia couldn't help herself and she fiddled eagerly with the crotch of
Jane's panties. Sadly her soft rubbery 'teeth' were completely unable to
rip the material and she had to content herself with licking the delightful
organ through the soft silky panties. Jane squirmed with delight and
gasped.

"Why you little Jezebel. Just wait until I get you home!"

Davinia's male persona hated herself for what she was doing but her bitch
nature drove her on. She tasted faintest whisper of salty dampness on the
front of Jane's panties and eagerly nosed forward for more. Finally Jane
had to stand up to prevent herself having an orgasm there and then. Davinia
whined desperately and got a mild shock for her pains. The collar was still
active. As she flinched with pain, Jane suddenly realised she had forgotten
to switch it off. She grinned guiltily to Beverly and Vicky then apologised
to Davinia.

"I'm sorry darling. I forgot."

With that she flicked the controls and then hung the 'Zapper' behind the
bathroom door. The girls exchanged knowing grins when Davinia made a couple
of desperate but pathetic attempts to reach it with her jaws. Her efforts
didn't even reach to the doorknob let alone the hook at the top of the
bathroom door.  Davinia was forced to give up but she continued to stare at
it wistfully for several minutes before risking a tentative bark. When
there was no immediate jolt of pain, she sagged with relief and waddled
submissively across the drawing room of the apartment to sit obediently at
Jane's feet and await her pleasure. Jane slipped off her heels and gently
ran her stockinged feet along Davinia's back as she spoke.

"Now Dumdums, we're all going back to America tomorrow. So you'd better be
a good dog or I'll turn you loose on the streets of Africa. Do you
understand me?"

Davinia woofed contritely and resolved herself to whatever fate awaited her
back in the country that Dave had once known as home. Now he was a bitch,
he or rather she, could only hope for Jane to remain kind and affectionate
towards her. His days as a brutal control freak and rapist were well and
truly over.

End of Chapter 11 - To Be Continued

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