| If you read my previous notes you will know how I came to this point. Suffice it to say, my Boss, Dr Maya turned me into a bitch. I do not want to make that sound like an evil thing. Maybe I even requested it. I, myself locked on her GPS shocking collar, giving her total control over me. I come onto this scene with six breasts and a tail, perhaps more canine than human. The four new nipples were not functional, but Dr Graz used and experimental process that has made them bona fide teats. The process is in the testing stage for humans, and will not be on the market for about 10 years. I, however, am a registered expirimental animal, so I have them. I am not giving a redux of the entire story.When I voluntarily pressed shut the lock on my pretty red collar, I was locked in. By that gesture, I became Dr Maya's bitch. That evening, we sat in her clinic and she explained some things. Rose, you are my property now, and I am going to pursue my experiment to the end. In order to do this I will further dehumanize you. I started to ask a question and she shushed me. Animals do not talk. I knew this would arise. She reached over and picked up an aerosol can with a long tube. She skillfully pried open my jaws and the tube went down my throat. I knew what it was. A bark suppressant. I felt a cold spray, and she removed it. We sat silently in the semi darkness for a few minutes. I did not really feel anything. You must swallow carefully until this is over. The first administration will last about 4 to 6 hours. I will give you another treatment in the morning. If you do not cooperate I will shock you until you obey. I tried to answer and nothing came out. So I began whispering. Hmm. Still misbehaving? she sprayed a small amount on the sides of my tongue, then explained that the second administration will last longer. I would get the 3rd one in the afternoon, and that one should be good for 24 hrs. Eventually it could be permanent or at least for a longer time, but she had not yet decided on that. Whisper to me now, Rose. I could only make garbled hissing. That is one part of your final transformation. I am moving you in with Rajah, now. Rajah was a gay dog. a beautiful Doberman that had a thing for other dogs. Bitches? He liked to play with bitches. That was it. She fastened paw shaped booties oven my front paws, and put me on a leash, leading me to Rajah's pen. Before putting me in she had me go to hands and knees and fastened the knee pads that would not allow me to straighten my leg. Rajah was happy for company, but after a brief inspection, it was only tumbling and jumping around. He was not in the least interested in mon petit mignonette. It was actually fun. Rajah is beautiful. I hope the right guy buys him someday. We played until we dropped off to sleep.Early in the morning, Amy, Dr Maya, took me to the surgical bay and gave me a shot to stop my milk, and another with dog hormones, and forced down some vitamins. Then I was flopped over on the table and she planted a small slow disolving bolus of vaginal scraping from estrus bitches in my womb. This would realease over days and perfume my entire body, but especially the pleasure spot. The serum came from the bitch I was introduced to. Her eggs had been captured and soon would be seeded into my falopian tubes. She's a beautiful animal ! A dog's gestation is a little more than 2 months. My puppies would be Virgos. My booties and knee pads were removed, and I was allowed to play with the other bitches in the dog run for a short time, then taken back to my isolation room and locked in for the working day. Not to lock me in but to keep others away from me. There was a lot of reading and net searching for me, and work on the exercycle and treadmill. Amy brought in my meals, a bowl of Science diet and a bowl of salad. |
