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.