Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 19:53:43 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two Chapter 11

Two by Two.
Chapter 11.


     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 vetinary 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.    As yet 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 travelling between his flat,
Jane's pavement caf 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 realised
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 recognised
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 realised
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 realised
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.