Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2008 09:05:36 +0000 (GMT) From: Beverly Taff Subject: Dog Day Afternoon Chapter 28 Two by Two. Chapter 16. Eventually, as the morning sun climbed high in the sky, Trysta had enjoyed enough doggy delights. She sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched luxuriously as Davinia and Wacky whined beseechingly and struggled to separate themselves. Trysta turned and smiled softly at their fruitless efforts then she reached out to stroke them affectionately. "You can stay tied until after I've had a shower darlings, then I'll make breakfast. Be good now." The dogs whined again but finally stopped squirming. Wacky's cock was getting pulled painfully as Davinia's strange vaginal sphincter remained firmly locked around his cock knot. If one of them slipped off the bed they would both be in agony as their weight came to be suspended between dog-cock and bitch-cunt. Knowing this, the pair lay still as Trysta stepped into the shower. Then Trysta had another thought and turned to speak to the dogs again. "D'you two want a shower as well? You must be feeling quite sweaty after all that sex." The dogs barked softly and Davinia wagged her tail hopefully. Her stiff upright rudder thumped against Wacky's nose and he was envious for it reminded him that he was a bulldog with a docked tail. The only way he could express his pleasure was to waggle his whole bum and this would have caused more pain to their tied cock and cunt. Reluctantly he whined sadly but lay still as Trysta returned to gently ease their clumsy sausage-like bodies off the bed and lower them gently to the floor. "Ooof! You two are heavy." She gasped as they finally gently landed on the floor. Then she giggled as Wacky tried to remount Davinia while Davinia stood up to follow Trysta into the shower. As Davinia's cunt sphincter tugged at Wacky's knotted cock, Wacky let out a yelp of pain and Trysta grinned knowingly. "You silly doggie. You know you can't mount her. Your legs are too short. Look, do it like this." So saying, Trysta gently rotated Wacky around and lifted his rear leg over his tied dog-cock. Wacky's cock then hinged backwards easily until Wacky found himself tied butt-to-butt with Davinia. Now one of them would have to walk backwards whilst the other walked forwards if the pair were to make any progress. Naturally Wacky thought he should take charge but at his first attempt to walk ahead he felt a sharp `pleasure-pain' in his dog cock and yet out another loud yelp of pained surprise. Davinia whined victoriously for she quickly realised that she had the `whip hand'. Wacky's tied dog-cock was too sensitive to tug and pull at her bitch cunt. Eagerly she waddled forward and Wacky was forced to stagger backwards to follow Davinia wherever she chose to go. Trysta smiled knowingly. `Gone forever was the bombastic bull dyke who had once threatened to kill her. Now that same vicious lesbian thug was replaced by a servile compliant little doggie who's only aim in the future would be to please both his mistresses.' They entered the shower and Trysta firstly showered herself down. Then both `dogs' savoured the pure luxury of having Trysta sit down with them in the shower and gently shampoo their coats then rinse them off with the delightfully warm nozzle. Soon both their coats shone with a beautiful lustre. Wacky's short smooth-haired coat dried quickly but he had to stand patiently with his cock still tied into Davinia's cunt until Trysta had finally dried and brushed Davinia's long silky coat. Trysta then smiled as she instructed the dogs. "Now, the pair of you go and sit patiently in the living room until I've dried my hair, then we'll have breakfast." Davinia waggled off obediently and Wacky stumbled backwards still being towed by his tied cock knot until Davinia clambered into the extra large doggie-basket. Wacky followed her then they curled up together in the basket. Wacky gratefully embraced Davinia for she had been gentle and considerate of Wacky's sensitive cock as they settled to wait patiently for Trysta to prepare her appearance for the day. Eventually Trysta emerged from the bathroom in her lingerie and both dogs drooled salaciously at the image of feminine provocation. Their human brains were still both turned on by the image of a beautiful young girl in a set of provocative frilly undies. Trysta looked down knowingly as she saw both dogs twitch nervously as their libidos switched on. "Oh no you don't, you randy little pair. I've only just got you two clean and presentable." So saying she reached for the control zappers and deactivated Davinia's cunny sphincter whilst simultaneously deflating Wacky's cock knot. Both dogs slipped apart and whined with disappointment as they felt their sex organs become disengaged and passive. No matter how turned on they were by Trysta's appearance, neither dog could get horny. Finally, Trysta slipped into a tight fitting pair of stretch jeans and loose silky top before preparing breakfast. Soon both dogs were elevated on their special dining chairs to share the table with Trysta. Gently with the most delicate table manners, both doggies nibbled at the chopped up bacon eggs and sausages and swallowed the bits with a gentility born of the knowledge that if they wolfed it down like real dogs they would immediately be condemned to a bowl of ordinary dog food in the utility room. Neither dog wanted that punishment, chopped up bacon; egg and sausages were infinitely preferable to the sloppy unpalatable mush they would otherwise have to eat from the dog bowl on the floor of the utility room. The dog food was necessarily mushy because their rubber teeth prevented them from chewing on such doggy delights as a nice juicy bone. Gratefully they nibbled and picked delicately with all the grace and gentility they could muster. For Davinia it was fairly easy to pick and nibble with her long pointed jaws but for Wacky it was much more difficult because of his flat squashed, bulldog nose. Nevertheless he persevered and Trysta admired him for trying so hard. She resolved that morning to buy him a little bib to help him remain tidy as bits inevitably dribbled from his short blunt sloppy jaws back onto his plate. After breakfast Trysta cleared away the dishes and tidied her flat before preparing to collect the triplets for school. Both dogs clambered eagerly but clumsily into Trysta's car before setting off for Vicky's house. Vicky smiled as they arrived then handed over the triplets to Trysta while Staz took up his normal seat in the passenger seat and the triplets each took station in the children bucket safety seats. Wacky and Davinia were relegated to the rear area of the estate as they drove to school. Once the triplets were delivered, Trysta, Staz, Davinia and Wacky took their morning exercise in the park. Fortunately for Virginia and Wacky, they could waddle about and run free because Staz was there to protect them from any unwanted attentions by other dogs. Trysta had also slipped their little doggie booties on to keep their feet clean whilst gambolling about in the park. Naturally, because of their human sensibilities, none of the three dogs were interested in such foul stuff as other dog shit. They found such filthy issues abhorrent and avoided all dirt just as any sensitive human might. After jogging around the lake, and exchanging greetings with other familiar joggers, all three `dogs' returned with Trysta to open up Uncle Jane's Café ready for the mid morning trade. With Jane away on her honeymoon with Sally, Trysta found the work arduous. She had to prepare food and wait upon the tables and it took a lot of diplomacy towards the regular customers to explain that the delays were because she was short handed for a month whilst Jane and Sally were away on their honeymoon. "You should get a little helper, Trysta", suggested one of the regular patrons. "If only," sighed Jane as she wiped her brow and scuttled away. "Well how long will Jane and Sarah be away?" Another diner asked. "I don't know for sure. It may be a couple of months. Jane hasn't had a break from the restaurant since she started it up. She needs a long time to unwind." Several diners nodded knowingly and smiled as Trysta bustled about. In the kitchen Trysta watched the dirty dishes piling up and realised she would be busy long after lunchtime and she had to collect the triplets at school time. It was going to be a busy time until Jane and Sarah returned. For a week, Trysta persevered with running the restaurant single-handed but by the Sunday she was exhausted. Staz had explained the situation to Vicky and they had decided to help find a solution. That Sunday afternoon on the sunny patio in Vicky's garden they sat around the table bouncing ideas off each other. "It seems the only answer is to take on a temporary waitress for the duration of your uncle Jane's honeymoon." Offered Staz. "I'm not sure Uncle Jane would agree to that. They might learn of things they shouldn't. Uncle Jane and Sarah are a very private couple who wouldn't want a stranger getting close to their private circumstances." Replied Trysta. "All I really need is an extra pair of hands to wait on the table. I can handle all the kitchen work myself." Vicky fell silent as she looked thoughtfully at Davinia and Wacky. "Perhaps you could harness those two." Trysta giggled uncomprehendingly. "How?" Vicky grinned. "I was only joking. You could harness them up to a couple of small carts and they could at least carry the dirty dishes back to the kitchen. They could help towards their keep as it were." "Somebody would have to load the carts and besides, health regulations might prevent dogs from being allowed in the kitchens or restaurant. At the moment they just sit on two chairs outside and act as guard dogs. They earn their corn pretending to be dangerous, well; Wacky does. Davinia could never look a threat, she's just a little dumb-dumb sweetie." Davinia barked with frustration as she tried to express her objections to being called a dumb bimbo. Trysta reached across and stroked Davinia's lustrous coat and the doggie whined ingratiatingly as Trysta remarked. "If you had a pair of hands petal, you might be of some help." Davinia barked again for she desperately wished she could speak. Having a pair of hands as well would almost make her feel human. Wacky sensed Davinia's feelings and also barked excitedly as he tried to express his agreement. Vicky, Staz and Trysta looked at the excited pair of doggies and Staz frowned thoughtfully. "If they had hands they could be really useful." Vicky stared at her partner and frowned as her mind ticked away. "What you mean like centaurs or something." "Well; yes now you come to mention it, or more accurately, dog-taurs." "Whoa, squealed Trysta. That's really weird. You're freaking me out." "No, I don't mean horses, I mean giving them a human torso at the front of their doggie sections." A silence settled upon the group as three minds ticked away. It was noticeable to all that nobody had voiced any objections. Finally Trysta spoke up softly. "The proportions would be all wrong. The doggie sections would have to be much larger to accommodate a human torso at the front." "That's not insurmountable we all three dogs have got enlarged skulls to accommodate the functioning parts of our human brains. Hands would be really useful." "Are you thinking for yourself darling? Asked Vicky of her partner Staz." "Partly love. Hands would be really useful," he replied as he turned to Davinia and Wacky. "Wouldn't it boys and girls?" Both doggies yelped excitedly and Davinia wagged her tail furiously whilst Wacky thrashed his bare bum around franticly to confirm his enthusiastic agreement Even if speech were being denied to them, having hands would be a dream alternative. Vicky, Trysta and Staz exchanged knowing glances as the doggies pranced eagerly at their feet. After another thoughtful silence, Staz spoke up again. "I suppose we could approach Doctor Ahmed again." "I think it's asking a lot." Objected Vicky. I mean it would somehow involve finding a human torso to transplant. The ethics of that are mind-boggling. Besides, a dog-taur would never be able to go out in public. "If it speaks like a human then it could demonstrate its sentience. Lawyers would have hell's own trouble sorting out the human rights issues." Replied Staz. "If they spoke like humans they could tell what had been done to them," countered Trysta, "then we'd all be in the shit!" "Shit'" cursed Staz. "That's a point." "So speech would be out then." Finished Vicky. "And hands for that matter." Added Trysta. "Otherwise they could write a letter to tell what's been done to them." "Yeah. Maybe your right." Sighed Staz. "I was only thinking of myself. It would be really good for me because I'm where I am because of the car crash." He stared balefully ay Davinia and Wacky and remarked. "These two buggers are where they are as a punishment. Davinia could see her last chance of ever getting back to some sort of human acceptance disappearing rapidly and she howled mournfully to demonstrate her woe. Wacky quickly joined her and Trysta reached for the zappers to activate their obedience collars. "Stoppit you crazy mutts! You'll disturb the whole neighbourhood!" The doggies fell silent and settled sulkily under the table. As calm returned, Vicky spoke again. "Would you really want a pair of hands Staz? I mean it would make you look like a freak. You wouldn't be able to hide your condition then." "Yeah but at least my condition is voluntary. The judges would be confronted with a fait-acompli. I could also explain that my dog-taur condition is infinitely preferable to that of quadriplegic. " "We don't even know if Doctor Ahmed could do anything like that. There's still the issue of obtaining a viable human torso." Observed Trysta. "It's still worth approaching him," remarked Vicky. And so it came to be. Doctor Ahmed's secret clinic had been experimenting with many issues surrounding sexuality and nerve tissue injuries. For several months his mind wrestled with the problems until he believed he could put something together that involved an aborted foetus. When they met, Doctor Ahmed laid out his ideas while Vicky and Staz listened intently while Trysta sat silently taking in the information. "Are you saying then that you might be able to graft a foetal torso where my dog neck would ordinarily join my dog body then re-attach my dog head with my human brain to the foetal neck." Gasped Staz. "Something like that." Replied Ahmed. "The foetus was aborted very early and it is currently being kept alive in a special incubator. It's very, very early and there's no proper brain function, as we would recognise it. The oxygen starvation after parturition destroyed the brain. It's not far removed from stem cell development, but it has recognisable limbs and body parts." "So how would you bring it to maturity?" Asked Staz. "It can continue to grow after it's grafted onto you. The foetus would continue to develop whilst transplanted to you and you would have to remain in the incubator while the foetus catches up with your adult body. With my techniques, the human torso should not outgrow the safe proportions to fit the dog torso and the proportions should be about right." "Would I be conscious?" Pressed Staz "Yes. That's one complication; the other problem is that the foetus is female. Male foetuses don't seem to survive so well. It's a bit like the conjoined twins thing. Most live survivors tend to be female. Not as many male conjoined twins survive birth. The front torso will develop female features." Vicky let out a little snort of amusement. "Oh my God! A doggy taur with a dog's cock attached to the dog bit at the back and a human girly torso with tits at the front. Sounds exciting." Doctor Ahmed ignored the salacious imagery and continued describing various technicalities. After long discussions he left Staz and Vicky to discuss the implications. "My God! A girly torso," declared Staz nervously. "I'm a bit thrown by that, I mean, -" "Oh don't be so stupid Staz. You're in a dog's body right now for heaven's sake! What can be weirder than that? Having a pair of tits isn't going to be a problem surely. Nearly every woman on the planet usually gets to manage with them" Staz hummed thoughtfully. "Hmmm. I suppose so. If it means I can have hands and arms then it might be worth it." "Exactly!" Agreed Trysta. Staz turned to Trysta and gave a doggy grin that resembled a soft snarl. "So you want me to be the guinea pig." "You are the one who chooses," replied Trysta, "you have a free choice. Davinia and Wacky don't." "Are you still considering it then?" Pressed Vicky. Staz fell silent. The biggest problem was his appearance in public as a sort of dog-taur. That was bad enough but a dog-taur with a human, female torso; a dog's head and a dog's cock would probably tip the scales of human probity. He might even get locked up. The only way around it would be to convince a judge that his existence as a dog-taur was far superior to his previous existence as an apparent, `vegetable' quadriplegic. A legal check prior to any changes would be of little use for the case would be an original situation with little case law to use as argument. Staz thought long and slowly. The chance to acquire a pair of functioning arms and limbs would raise him almost to the state of human again, what with sentience, speech and dexterity there was little a human could do that he could not, allowing for equipment modifications like for example, driving a modified car. But then, disabled people drove modified cars all the time. The problem was that he would probably have to confirm to human tastes in modesty like wearing a bra for instance. (Neither Staz nor any of the others had realized that the human torso would also include a girl's vagina at the base of the torso and he would probably have to wear some sort of panties.) Not realising this notable issue, Staz finally elected to choose the arms and hands. He nodded his agreement slowly. "I think the arms have it. It would be nice to able to sit properly at table and feed myself." Vicky considered the present arrangements where Staz either wolfed his food from a bowl or she fed him titbits like some spoiled lapdog. `Life would be much easier for her if Staz could live like a proper human. Arms and hands would certainly facilitate that.' She thought. Having made the decision they contacted Doctor Ahmed and he agreed to the procedures. After all Staz had once been a professor of medicine and he fully understood the risks. A month later, Dr Ahmed phoned from North Africa. He had found a suitable body from a botched abortion at an illegal clinic. The poor mother had suffered immense trauma at the hands of a bigoted family and the foetus she had been carrying had to be aborted. Her immediate family had learned of the abortion and the young mother had died later at the hands of her father and bothers intent on a brutal `honour killing'. The foetus was `brain dead' but being kept alive ready to accommodate Staz's acquisition. Two days later Staz and Vicky arrived in North Africa and underwent the secret procedure immediately. Vicky, being a qualified vetinary surgeon, even attended at the operation and assisted. For several months, Staz lay unconscious in a special incubator as the two bodies finally fused together and grew to accept each other. During this time Vicky had to keep up a stream of progress reports to her impatient friends back home until she was finally able to report that Staz was awake and the conjunction had been successful. Staz now had a dog-taur body with his own rear legs and forelegs, a human torso from the dog's neck to the human neck then his own head and brain. Staz was an Alsatian dog-taur with a little girl's torso. Once he was conscious and able to move normally he checked out his new body. Naturally the first thing her realised was that he had a totally unexpected and delightfully pleasant, sensitive new vagina between his forelegs. "Oh my God!" He whined as his new fingers explored the wonderfully sensitive aperture. I' -- I've got a vagina!" "I'm afraid so, confessed Dr Ahmed. It would have been too complicated to remove all the reproductive equipment from the human torso. The surgery was complicated enough anyway and it would have increased the risks to what was already a very delicate foetus. I left the female reproduction organs intact. Sorry my friend but it had to be, the surgical risks were too great otherwise. Staz slid his fingers away from the juvenile vagina and fingered the tiny immature pimples on his new `little girl' chest. "Will these grow?" He asked, anticipating the question. "Eh yes," replied Ahmed. "So in what? -- Twelve or so years I'll grow breasts." Observed Staz recognising the infantile torso's state of development. Ahmed coughed discreetly. "Well it will be sooner than that. The human torso will probably catch up with the dog part. They will grow at the same speed as a puppy's. The human torso will be fully mature in about a year and a half." Staz was not unduly surprised. There were bound to be endocrinological compromises arising from the fusion. He was secretly relieved that he would soon present as an adult in all respects. He turned to `smile' at Vicky and wagged his tail. "Well darling, this is a turn up for the books. Will you still love me now I'm half girl?" Vicky hugged Staz with an intensity that surprised him. "Ouch darling, careful! I'm still mending together underneath. Not so enthusiastic please. Well not yet anyway." Vicky slackened her embrace and kissed Staz eagerly on the mouth to demonstrate her complete acceptance of her partner. "You'll always be mine darling, for ever and ever!" Another thought crossed Staz's mind and her turned again to Ahmed without releasing his newly acquired embrace of Vicky. "I'll still have my three score and ten won't I?" "I should think so," replied Ahmed, "it's your brain clock that determines longevity." Thus reassured, Staz stepped delicately off the surgical bed and tested his new body. Within a few minutes he had assured himself that all his locomotion and dexterity facilities were fully functional then he retired to the lavatory to test out the more basic functions. Vicky and Ahmed naturally accompanied him as he evacuated his body. "I have to urinate and defecate through my human outlets," he observed. "Yes. We thought it would be easier." Replied Vicky. "But you'll have to urinate through your dog-cock after sex. The urine naturally flushes out the male plumbing." "Well if your happy with that, I can handle it. At least it'll be easier around the house, if I have to go like a girl for the majority of visits. Do I have control or is the dog-cock thing involuntary?" "You have control," replied Ahmed, but as a doctor you'll know, it's always wise to clear your penis after sex." "Well I long ago learned how to cock my leg over the pan, it won't be a problem." "Good," sighed Vicky with relief, "I knew you'd understand." As he checked himself out, Staz found he could reach his dog-cock and wipe it with toilet tissue. `Things were definitely on the up and up,' he thought. He turned again and smiled ay Vicky. "This is really great. I can't thank you enough Ahmed." Don't be too hasty, replied Ahmed. We've got to get you home yet. You'll have to travel in a closed crate until we get you home." "Mmmm, bit of a bummer that. Well I'm used to curling up and lying still at home. It won't be much different travelling in a crate. My human torso seems quite flexible enough." "We'll get you a bigger crate," declared Vicky, "with proper cushions." "Well I suppose I'd better put on a slip and panties or something. I'll have to get used to girl's things from now on." Here, Vicky had anticipated Staz. She slipped away to her own room and returned with some cotton little girl's underwear suitably modified to accommodate Staz's dog body. "What's this, an `all-in-one'?" Wondered Staz. "It seems the best arrangement." Declared Vicky as she held out the legs and arms for Staz to clamber into. After checking it out, Staz `shrugged' and started to work the all-in-one body shaper up his body, first his rear legs into the appropriate leg sections then he worked the garment up his dog body then he folded his front legs and worked them into the foreleg sections until he had finally worked the human part up to his neck and worked the straps comfortably around his shoulders. Then he noticed the poppers between his forelegs. "These are for peeing I suppose," he observed. Vicky nodded and smiled. "And for defecating." "My gosh! It's like a pair of long-johns." "Well, long-janes actually darling. There's no fly aperture, cos you've not got a cock up front." "Yeah. That's going to be interesting." Murmured Staz. "Oh we'll work something out. You'll be able to enjoy girl-sex in a couple of years. Think of that." Staz fell into a thoughtful silence. With most of the issues finally resolved, they made preparations to return home.