When Shelly told me what she wanted me to do to her I was shocked, but she opened a box and showed me that she had everything, and insisted I do it. Then I watched as she stripped naked and stood placidly in the middle of the room. Not sure that I wanted to do what she wanted, I used the handcuffs to bind her wrists behind her back. All she did was grin. Reaching into the box, I pulled out the helmet, and slipped it on her head. After that came the gag and dark visor. Now she couldn’t see what I was doing. I found the nipple clamps and attached one to each nipple, and set the weights swinging back and forth. Her eyes were shiny as I helped her slip into the heavy shoes, then secured the padlocks. The shoes looked exactly like horses hooves, yet fit her perfectly.
"Can you hear me?"
She nodded her head, so I told her to start jumping up and down, which she did. Her firm breasts pulled down by the weights must have hurt her, but she kept jumping until I told her to stop. That’s when it became clear as day that Shelly wanted me to dominate her in any way I wanted to. I looked around the room, her closet, and in her toy box, gathering things I found there, so I could do something she might like. I removed the handcuffs, then reattached them in front of her and stood her by the door. Using a hammer, I pounded a nail into the top of the door and slipped her handcuff chain over it. Now she was on tiptoes, all stretched out. I wrapped that old fashioned corset around her, fastened the hooks, and began to draw the laces up tight. I put my knee in her back and yanked some more, then tied off the laces. Her boobs stood straight out now, and I set the weights swinging again. Her butt was naked and held firmly in place, round and warm by the corset. I drew back, then let the belt hit her right on the roundest part of her butt. She quivered, then stood still as the belt bit into her again and again. My arm was tired, so I rubbed in a slave that only enhanced the burning in her butt. As she quivered under the lotion I sat on the bed watching her.
I reached between her legs and let my finger slide into her wetness. Shelly stood still as I found her button and caressed it until she was almost ready, then pulled away, I heard her panting with desire, but whispered in her ear that I was just starting. I lifted her from the nail and pushed her to the floor so that her head was down and her butt in the air, her sex wide and open. The paddle I found worked quite nicely on those round orbs of hers. When she was flaming red I pushed myself into her, waited, then pulled out. She tried to turn her head to look at me, but I conked her helmet and she went back to kissing the floor. When I could wait no longer, I pushed into her and took her. When I was done and standing there, she rose up and turned to face me, her visor right up against my manhood. Her meaning was clear, so I removed the visor and gag, then let her take me with her mouth.
Shelly was smiling when I removed the helmet, and horny as she could get, so I let her have her way with me. As we lay there in bed she asked me if I would do this again with her, only she wanted me to be more inventive! I told her I would work on it. That night I made her cook dinner naked, then stand next to and behind me as I ate. After the dishes were done I told her to go into the bedroom and wait for me, I had to get a few things. Her appetite for the unusual sparked something in my mind, and I decided that I would take her to the limit of her endurance, whatever that was. In the garage I drilled a hole in the helmet and sunk a long bolt through it so the threads stuck out the back, and the head of the bolt was well padded by the foam lining. I picked up the drill and another bolt before I went back to the bedroom. She was standing in the middle of the room, still naked, waiting for me.
I handcuffed her in back, then pushed the gag into her mouth, made the strap secure, and blindfolded her. The helmet went on easily and I made sure the chin strap was tight before I clicked the visor in place. Leaving her there I measured from the bolt to the floor, then drilled a hole in the door. I put the extra bolt about two inches off the floor and made it tight with the wrenches. Carefully I moved her to the door, lifted her up and slipped the bolt in the helmet through the door while pushing her feet to the lower bolt. I used the wrenches to make her helmet tight against the door and stood back. There she hung, like an ornament hanging on the door. Her feet barely held her up, but she had no choice but to try, or all of her weight would fall on the chin strap. I could hear her moaning a little even as I clipped the nipple weights to her boobs. I flicked on the television and lay on the bed while she merely hung there. When my show was over I found the vibrator, turned it on, and touched her slit with it. The moment I touched her she twitched and I knew she was in some kind of heaven, so I slipped it into her a bit, letting it vibrate enough to make her shake.
I let her down a short time later but left her in the helmet and handcuffed. It was getting late, and did not want to let her go yet, so I drilled another hole in the door and let her stand on the floor while bolted to the door. I went to bed in the next room and left her there all night. In the morning, when I released her from the door she collapsed in my arms, so I removed everything and shoved her in the shower, fed her, and let her sleep for a while. After she was in bed, I went shopping. I noticed that she had a lot of dolls and pictures of dolls in the room. All of them wore frilly dresses, so I decided that she must like it enough to try it herself. It took me most of the day to find everything, but I managed, and returned to the house late in the afternoon. Shelly was awake, making a late lunch for us when I returned. I didn’t tell her what was in the packages, but I did tell her that in the morning I wanted her to put her hair in pigtails, and that she would be doing her makeup under my direction. After the dishes were done we went to bed and played explore for hours on end.
She sat at the vanity ready to braid her hair when I handed her the bright pink satin ribbons. I told her to braid them into her pigtails, but to leave a long tail when she was done. I watched as she did what I asked, then she did her makeup up quite pale as ordered, with a bright blusher on each cheek and bright pink lipstick and gloss. Then I took her to the bed and had her lay down. When she saw the diaper her eyes went wide, but she said nothing as I wrapped it around her tightly and pinned it in place with three pins on each side. Then I had her step into the plastic panties and pull them up tight. The panties were pink with frilly lace at the legs and rows of ruffles across the butt. I had her stand in the middle of the room as I wrapped the corset around her, then fastened it up and laced her in as tight as I could. She was gasping as I reached into the bra and pulled her boobs up and let them set high in the cups of the bra. There were four huge petticoats that were next, and finally, the dress. All pink and white, it was a duplicate of so many her dolls wore. I had to do up the twenty buttons in the back, then I added a pin right at the top, under her collar. The skirt lay there like a table mat because of the petticoats, all pink and shiny as only satin can be. Using the ribbon left over, I weaved in a couple of small bells, then tied a huge bow at the end of each pigtail. The shoes were pink of course, spike heels in patent leather. I had her put her hands in front of her, then slipped a small pink and white handbag over her wrists, added the handcuffs, and tied a big bow over it all to hide the handcuffs.
"I thought we might go out today, and here you are, all dressed up!"
Shock crossed her face as I took her arm and led her out of the room. She was resisting going outside, so I threatened to slip the helmet on and take her anyway. She gave up and let me lead her to the car. The walk across the mall parking lot was wonderful as a lot of people stared and pointed at her, but I held the door open and she stepped inside. I know she was shamed to be there that way, but, she did ask me to help her after all. I made a point of looking into every store window, with her next to me, facing out so the others could see her. She hated it. I took her to a small café and released her hands only when she agreed to drink several big drinks. I know she figured out the reason for the diaper by then, and she was right. We left the mall and just drove around while I waited for her to wet herself, and she finally did. I could smell it. I drove home and released her hands so she could clean up after I unpinned the diaper. She cleaned herself up, then walked into the familyroom, still dressed like a little girl, but without her panties. There was only one thing to do.
I handcuffed her behind her back again and unzipped my pants while pushing her to her knees. It was great the way she worked on me like that, then she didn’t spill a drop. I helped her get undressed, put her in the helmet, and bolted her to the door again. She was smiling around the gag when I walked away. During the week we didn’t play as hard, but I had seen an ad for what sounded like fun, and bought some, getting ready for the coming weekend. I hinted at, but didn’t tell her what I was going to do. On Friday night she insisted that I tell her, but instead I took her to the bath and watched as she shaved her sex bald. I removed any other stray hair I could find, then told her that in the morning she would be in for a treat, but in the meantime, I handcuffed her to the bed and gagged her, so she could watch but not comment on it when I used the power drill and a big wrench to secure a big, round, bolt to the ceiling. I let her sleep on the floor next to the bed that night. In the morning I used a rope to pull her to her tip toes, then spread a plastic sheet under her. I carefully set up my stuff, then, before I started, I pushed the small vibrator into her and turned it on before I shoved it out of sight.
I used a spray of course, it’s the easiest way according to the instructions. I started at her neck, covered every inch of her skin with a light coat, then went over it again and again until I was sure I had it right. Then I had her spread her fingers as I pushed her hands into the bucket, covering her up to the wrist with a thick coating. Her eyes were wide when she saw the bright blue color, but of course, the idea is to train her she told me, so I gave it no thought at all. It took about an hour to dry, and when I let her down, I made her walk around to make sure it was flexible enough. This latex is great stuff! The whole time that vibrator was running, and she actually quivered during the entire procedure, and now that she doesn’t have any access to it, all she can do is endure it. I had a brand new gag, shaped like a short fat penis, and shoved it in her mouth, made the strap tight, and let her free. Now she had no sense of touch, and almost glowed from the bright blue latex. It was an exact duplicate of her shape of course, which was like watching a blue nude. Her shoes wouldn’t even fit now because of the extra coating. I left her that way for about half the day, then she began to urgently point to her crotch, then the bath. She had to go, so I had no choice but to use a thin, sharp knife to make a slit in her coating, then let her use the bath.
I bolted her to the door again, and touched her all over without the slightest reaction from her, so I moved her to the floor, pushed her head down, and tried the paddle again. The slick sound of the wood slapping her latex coated butt made me sure it hurt worse this way, but she never moved. According to the instructions, I had to let her out of it after ten hours, but not wanting to destroy the outfit, I carefully cut down the middle of her back and peeled her out of it without one tear. Fortunately, the latex was just stretchy enough for us to do that. That night I handcuffed her in front, and raised her up on the big eye bolt in the ceiling. Of course, she was naked, and every time I passed her I touched her. That’s when I had a wild thought.
Once again Shelly was a tiger in bed, and once again she urged me to be inventive. I promised I would be. Each night I would experiment with new ways to restrain her, but each morning we both went to work. On Friday night however I was waiting for her when she walked in the door. I ordered her to strip, then gagged her and put the hood over her head. In the bedroom I had laid out the hooves and suit, and without a word began to fit her feet into them. The hands took special extensions so she would be level, but I carefully followed the instructions and buckled her in. The bar went up her back, held in place by five very tight straps. Once I set her on the floor, she would have no way to stand up. In each hoof I added a small weight, and from each nipple, clipped on another small weight. I slapped her on the ass and she stuttered forward, unsure of herself in the hooves. I fixed that by attaching the leash to her collar. With a tug I pulled her slowly out of the room, across the living room, and out into the back yard where I removed the gag and tied the leash to the fence runner we had put up for a long gone dog. Naked, without hands or feet, she could do nothing about it at all. I left her there for about an hour, then brought her in and let her take me in her mouth.
Shelly sat at my feet all night, like a trained dog, without a word. That night I put her down on the floor next to the bed and tied her leash to the bed. In the morning, early, I took her outside so she could do whatever she needed to do. I sat on the porch watching as she struggled the very idea of relieving herself like that, but I didn’t give her a choice, and nature took over. Once she was back in the house, I cleaned her up, but left her on all fours. Her eyes were shiny every time I looked at her, which told me she was in ecstasy. Humiliation turned her on. I put her in the middle of the room, released the leash, then showed her what else I had for her. When her eyes went wide, I slipped the bit into her mouth, made the strap tight, then secured the rest to make sure she could not get it off. The reins hung straight down, dragging on the floor, so I used them to tie her to the railing that went upstairs. Shelly was completely under my control now, and couldn’t do a thing unless I allowed it. I let my finger trace her sex and she went perfectly still, waiting. But I merely brought her almost to conclusion, then quit. I went to get a bite to eat, leaving her there.
While I was eating I figured out that the less Shelly had to say about what was happening to her, the more she liked it. It made me wonder just how far I could take this humiliation. She didn’t even look at me when I returned. I untied her, grabbed the reins, and pulled her outside again. Her nipples had to be really sore, what with those weights swinging with every step she took, but I had to leave them, just for effect. Once she was in the yard I tied the reins so they draped over her neck, slapped her on the ass and let her run free. The fence was high enough to hide her, so I wasn’t worried about that. I sat in the rocker and simply watched as she walked all over the yard, those hooves making a clop sound, just like a pony. About two hours later I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom and removed everything, then stuck her in the shower, letting the hot water beat on her until she could straighten out. She was very eager to jump my body, so I let her. She was like a wild tiger.
While I do not like hurting her, she seemed to like the pain of humiliation more, because she told me to reinforce my control over her, she needed it, so that night I spread her over the small end table with her ass in the air, and used the paddle on her until my arm was tired. She was a mass of red, throbbing pain, but since she virtually demanded it, I also used the belt on her. When I was sure she could not take any more I quit, but left her bent over the table for a while before I let her loose. I know for sure she sat uneasy the next day, but she had asked for it. All I did was what she wanted. But I was trying to think of more innovative ways to control her, and I really liked the idea of her in hooves, since it removed almost all of her humanity, and gave her zero chance of getting out of the get up. I went to a costume shop, and after a short look, found just the thing. I rented it for a week and took it home. The woman told me it had been made especially for some woman that had died, and her husband sold it to her. It was perfect. As soon as Shelly got home I took her to the bedroom and had her strip naked, then helped her slip into the suit. It was tight on her, which was fine with me. Then I put the hooves back on her and added the headpiece before I set her on the floor. She looked just like a small pony! I put the bit in her mouth, pulled the reins tight, then added the headdress. A complicated bundle of straps, but when I was done she had a feather sticking straight up from her head. The tail was attached to a dildo which I slipped into her ass and snapped the straps to the suit. I let her look in the mirror for a moment before I led her out of the house and into the backyard. Draping the reins over her neck, I set out a pail of water and a dish of dry oatmeal. I told her to eat, I was going out for a while. She had no choice at all.
Shelly never complained about a thing, and I didn’t ask. I just did what I thought she wanted. I liked her as a pony, but I also wanted her to taste public humiliation, so I decided that the first suit I had rented should make an appearance. This time she would be a dog. I helped her into the suit, closed the fastener up her back, then added the head. Also tight, I had to struggle to get it on her, then I also closed it tight to the suit. I put a collar around her neck and added a leash, then had her walk around for a while, getting used to it. I forbade her to speak, only allowing her to make a bark or yip sound. The tail also fit in her ass, and I shoved it in, made it secure, then opened the front door and stepped out. Shelly of course did not want to come, but a gentle yank on the leash gave her no choice, and she walked out of the house. I walked to the corner, turned right, and headed around the block. She stayed just behind me the whole time. As we turned the next corner, I stopped to chat with a neighbor. Her dog went up to Shelly and smelled her, then tried to mount her, but I chased him away…for now. By the time we were back home Shelly had mastered the art of walking on all fours, and I let her loose in the yard, closing the gate as I went in the house. Something was nagging me, then I remembered what it was. That male dog had tried to mount her! How much more humiliated could a woman be? I walked back around the corner, and asked if I could borrow the male, and was told to take him, but told me she would stop by around six to get her dog. She had a few appointments. I took the male back home, but left him tied to the post as I went into the backyard to make it possible for him to take Shelly. I fastened her leash to her collar, then tied her very close to the fence, her nose almost against it. A short spreader bar between her rear legs, and she was ready. I let the male loose in the yard.
She heard him coming, and must have figured out what was going to happen, but she could do nothing about it. I sat on the porch and watched as the male sniffed at her, then mounted her. I saw him extend to her, then, with a single shove, he mated with her. I was surprised to see her put her head down, just like all female dogs. The male took her twice more that afternoon, then I took him home. Of course I left Shelly in the yard that night. I let her loose, but not in the house. I also knew that I could not have sex with her again. Oral maybe, but that is all. The next morning I took her for a walk again, almost a mile this time. Twice she had to stop and relieve herself. I merely watched. On Sunday night I let her out of the suit, but she tried to avoid me for a while. I tied her to the ceiling bolt and left her there all night. Shelly never complained about the dog taking her, nor did she ever say a word about being a dog. She was not going to like what was coming the next weekend. I promised myself that humiliation would be the least of her worries.
On the following Friday night after work, I stripped her myself, then opened the box containing the new pony outfit. The extensions for her hands had a grip she could hold onto, and once she had them, I filled the sleeve with the included filler. It froze her hands in place, and she had no way out of it. The suit had been made to fit her exactly, made from a mold taken from the latex suit. I painted her skin with the adhesive, the put her into the suit, making sure the skin was down against hers tightly before I did her front legs. The rear hooves, like the fronts, were new. A bit heavier, and a tad larger around. The head piece went on easily , and I made it secure to the rest of her outfit. She could still talk, but of course, ponies don’t talk, so I shoved in the new bit, pushing the serrated disks between her gums and cheeks then making the straps as tight as possible. The new bit did not allow speech, and the disks would encourage her to do what I wanted.
I raised each hoof and opened the bottom, slipped in a weight, and closed the small door with a click The tail on this outfit snapped to the suit, slightly above her ass, which meant that she now had full body function. Her eyes were wide as I yanked on the reins and pulled her out the front door. The clip clop of her hooves sounded loud, but I did not hesitate, and left the reins lie on the grass as I brought my truck around. I set her into the box and tied her reins, one to each side of the truck, then drove out of town and deep into the countryside. It was cold out that day, but I knew she was warm enough. I set her on the ground, let her reins drop, and smacked her on the ass. She moved away a little, then noticed the fence. Then the small cart. Without a word I put the harness on her, attached the rigging, and climbed aboard the small cart. It had tall, narrow tires that would make it easy for her to pull once she got it moving. She struggled against the weight, then I smacked her with the small whip and she lurched forward. Shelly managed to get the rhythm of it, and she was soon trotting down the small back wood lane. We went maybe a mile before I turned her around and we went back to the truck. I released her into the field and let her stand there as I ate a small lunch I had packed. I gave her some water, and once again had her take me down the road and back before I loaded everything on the truck and went home.
It took almost three hours to get her out of that suit, let her clean up, and then eat before she stood in front of me, naked and smiling, her hand folded in front of her. I slipped some handcuffs on her, gagged her, and let her sit next to me on the floor as we watched television. I let her sleep in a bed that night, but I added a spreader bar just to make sure she wouldn’t be up in the night. In the morning, I set her free, and allowed her to speak for the first time in five days.
"Have you enjoyed everything I had you do?"
"If you wish it master, I will like it."
"That’s not what I asked."
Her eyes got that glazed over look, then ,"Yes Master. I enjoyed serving you."
"I will remind you that you have never used the safe word. What I have planned next will teach you true humility, but I urge you to use the word if I cross the line and you cannot stand it. Let me explain."
So it was. I told her what I had planned for her, item by item, and the fact that she would have to quit her job for it to be effective. I described some of the items, watched her eyes grow wide, then asked her if she would do it.
"If it pleases you Master, I will do as you wish."
She quit her job the next day, and I took a weeks vacation. I had ordered everything long before this, using her credit card, so I spared no expense. Only the best was good enough. Standing in the bedroom, I had her raised to her tiptoes as I slipped the ring into the special pliers, then punctured her labia and forced the ring closed. Five more followed that one, then I slipped the chastity belt around her and closed the lock. There was no way she would ever have sex again. Her nipples were forced through the small holes in the metal bra, and I pushed the rings back in before I made the snap in the back secure. Using shears, I shaved her head bald, letting the hair fall to the floor in a pile. Ignoring her eyes, I slipped the heavy welders goggles over her eyes, shoved the penis gag in her mouth and made the straps tight before I slipped the helmet over her head. The neck collar was a real beauty that had been made just for her. As I opened it and slipped it around her neck, I saw that it was a perfect fit. I made the clasp in the back with the small lock, then flipped the short metal bars down from the helmet and clipped them to the collar. Over her face I added a grid of metal bars, just to make sure. On her feet went the knee high silver boots which I made tight with the straps. I let her down, then stood back and tried out the various buttons on my remote.
One sent a charge into her pussy, just enough to excite her. The next level up would hurt her. The next button sent a charge through the collar and brought her to her knees. I watched as she struggled to her feet, then handcuffed her behind her back. Shelly was now no more than an object. I knew she was scared, but I had explained it to her, and she never once said no, so I just did it. I let her get used to the new iron work, walking and moving in everything until I thought she had gotten used to it, then I put the harness on her. All leather, it’s like a safety harness in that it has rings all over it. As I pulled it tight in the middle of her back, I added the handcuffs. They would be there all the time now, whether I used them on her or not. I put all the keys on a chain, then slipped it over my head. I kept her that way all day, then, that night, I used the harness rings to raise her in a prone position, face down of course, from the ceiling, and left her there. In the morning I let her down, removed the helmet and gag, let her eat, use the bath and so on, then told her to get a skirt on, we were going out. The look on her face was worth it, but I insisted, and she finally showed up in heels and skirt, only the harness, and metal bra protecting her on top. I removed the goggles before I put the helmet back on her, but made the bars secure again.
Shelly did not like it one bit, but she was silent as I drove around town, making sure a lot of people saw her that way. I never let her out of the car of course. By the time we were back home she was tense and frightened, since she knew that I could easily have shoved her out and let her make her way back home alone. I wouldn’t do that to her, but I could. I stripped her naked, raised her up to her full height, and checked the new rings I had put in, then cleaned them with alcohol. She was moaning from the stinging sensation, but I had to do it and she knew it. No longer able to have vaginal sex of any kind, I wanted to frustrate her, make her obedient, and also, willing to do anything I wanted her to. I touched her nipples and listened to the moans she gave out, then lowered her to her knees and told her to take care of business. Without a word she unzipped my pants and took me.
When she was done, I left her there while I sat on a chair in front of her. She had tasted a lot of ways to humiliate her, and I wanted her to tell me which she wanted me to concentrate on. She muttered only one word, and I had my answer. I gagged her, then told her that if that is what she wanted, I would have to go further, much further than I had the first time, that she would never be the same, and probably not be able to appear in public as a woman ever again. She paused for a very long few minutes, then slowly nodded her head yes. That’s when I told her what I would have to do. As her eyes went wide, I told her that she had made the decision, I would only carry out her wishes, but I would do it to the fullest. She was shaking her head no, and I finally removed the gag and let her speak.
"Master! What you propose is inspired, but it does not go far enough! How can I serve you if I am not under your complete control? Do as you said, and more. Let me serve you!"
I shoved the gag back in, wondering what was driving her to this. I did not dwell on it long, and set her free, removing all of her restraints so that she could feel freedom for a few more hours. I kept her naked of course, but she could do as she wished. I made the call, and also, gave him very specific instructions, which he said he could do. Shelly knew only what I told her, but she also knew that I would do as she asked me to. I kept her naked and cuffed almost all of the time while I waited for the parcel to arrive. Of course, I would not be able to help her as much as she wanted, I needed an expert, and the man I called gave me the name of another, more talented person. It was a woman. The parcel arrived, I opened it to make sure it was all there, then I threw a blouse over Shelly and had her walk to the car. I had about a two hour drive, then, following the instructions, I found the building. I pulled her out of the car and went in the building where we met the woman. Taller than average, she had a husky voice, and she was beautiful. She motioned us into a small room and we both sat in the offered chairs.
"You will have to make a video tape my dear. Documents can be forged, although you will have to sign those as well, but with the video tape there is no doubt about your wishes. I will explain in great detail what can, and will be done, then I want you, in your own words, to tell me what it is that you want, and I want you to say it clearly and in as great a detail as you can manage."
She started the tape, focused the camera, then began a long and explanation of her options. Shelly cringed a few times, but didn’t move. A few times she smiled, and I wasn’t sure why. What she wanted to do was so far outside of what I knew that I didn’t understand it, but I’ll admit that I found it intriguing. When the doctor was done, Shelly faced the camera, stated her full name and age, then went into a lot of detail about what she wanted done, then named me as her owner! As soon as she was done, the doctor reached over as if to pat her arm, but stuck a needle in Shelly’s arm, and I watched her as she keeled over.
"This will take a while as she has to heal up between the surgeries before I can continue. I urge you to come see her as often as possible, but plan on several months before I am done and she can be returned to you."
I paid the money, then left. What follows was taken from the doctors own notes so that I could explain all this.
Shelly was moved immediately to my surgery where I did every test I would need, measuring every bone I would have to alter, using x-rays to confirm everything. Since she is a small woman, her bone structure would be easier to change, and I set about researching my options. That took the rest of the day, then I mapped out the changes. I kept her sedated for her own well being, but I would wake her, and ask her again if she agreed to the changes. I would also keep that on tape as well. If she agrees, I will begin shortly after that. In her own voice she once again agreed, and I put her out. The very first thing I would have to do is restructure her bones to fit the new reality, and I started on her right arm. After the initial cut, I shortened the bone from her shoulder to her elbow by a third, then reattached the arm backwards. Three days later I did the same to her left arm. The shoulder joint is the hardest, but using a small grinder I made sure the joint worked easily. I waited a week, checking on her every day, until she had healed enough for me to begin the hardest portion of her transformation. I had to break her pelvis and reset it into a slightly wider position. Shortening the upper thigh bone, I moved to her shin bones. I had to keep her in proportion, and was very careful about that cut, but it went well, and once again, each leg had been shortened. Turning a biped into a quadruped is very difficult, but now that I had finished her limbs, I would let her heal up completely before I went on with the rest.
She would be unable to stand for at least a month, then I would wait a week while she got used to walking that way before I finished. Her owner stopped by three times, but couldn’t take it and told me he would not be back until I was finished. Shelly is a strong healthy female, and began to heal up quickly. I had to use a few skin grafts of course, but when I was done that would not matter. Each day she grew stronger, but had a very hard time getting used to the fact that she now had no hands to work things with, and began to eat much like any quadruped, with her teeth and mouth, mashing her face into her food as any animal would. Because of her facial features, I could not extend her face as far as I wanted, but did manage to form her upper and lower jaws into a protruding yet narrow form. She would be an all new breed I think. In order for her to walk correctly, I had to amputate all of her fingers, then I reattached the tip of the finger to the first joint. If her owner was careful and fed her correctly, her own nails would grow out and look very natural. About a month after I began, I helped her out of her cage and set her on the floor. She was shaky at first, and it took almost an hour for her to learn how to walk on all fours. She tried to stand up a few times, but like most quadrupeds her joints would not allow it without great pain, and she settled back to all fours.
By making her face a bit more extended, she was able to eat a bit better, but she needed her dental work done, so I sat her in the chair and strapped her down. A friend of mine had done this same thing for his own wife, and now does all of my clients as well. He showed up, and began to make the molds, then selected the right teeth from a set he carried with him. After a lot of grinding, he attached the new teeth, both upper and lower, then used his grinder to sharpen the rest of her teeth. He had her try to open and close her mouth before he said he was done. When he left, and since she was already in the chair, I opened her ears and inserted the extensions, then grafted on the skin I had saved from her thighs. When she healed up they would be perfect. I put her back in her cage, and went to dinner.
A week later Shelly was sufficiently healed up for me to start her training. The first thing was for her to learn how to use those new teeth, and I gave her a small steak to work on. She bit down, and sliced right through the meat and gobbled the meat down. I watched as she ate every bit of it, then I let her play out in the yard. That night I gave her another sedative, and when she was out, I set her on the table and clamped her head down. Her nose and lips would have to be black, and I began to tattoo them in the correct manner. I also made a body cast of latex by dipping her into it completely. Only the straws in her nose protected her. When it was dry I carefully made the slit up her belly, peeled it off, and packaged it for mailing.
It took a week to return, but my guy sent the finished product plus the casting. Today is the day Shelly becomes complete. I sat her on the table and told her to be very still, then, starting with her head, I fitted the entire suit to her. As always, it was a masterpiece. Her now stubby fingers were each covered, as were her ears. The legs fit tightly as did the rest of the suit, including around her vagina. The tail was controlled by the sensor I had set into her spine, and that was the last thing I attached before I flipped her over and glued the seam shut. Silk lining would protect her skin while the thicker hide would protect her from the elements. When I was done I put the cheap collar around her neck and attached the leash, then woke her.
Since she no longer could talk because of the shape of her face, she could only let me know what she wanted, by gesture, like any animal. But she could still understand me, so I told her to follow, and I took her outside the building for a short walk around the block. I kept her leash tight, and she obeyed my every whim, just like she should have. When I returned I called her owner and told him to come get her. I let her loose in the yard while I waited.
When I first saw Shelly I was stunned. There was no sign that she had ever been a human being! She looked exactly like a dog! Medium in size with a soft brown coat. I called to her, and at the sound of my voice she ran to me, her tail wagging back and forth, signaling that she eagerly waited for my first command. I removed the cheap collar and slipped the new one around her neck, attached the leash, and led her out to the car. She even sat like a dog! When I pulled into the driveway I let her loose, waiting, then, when she stepped on the sidewalk, I zapped her. Her collar has a built in transmitter for training, and she just found that out. I tied her to the porch, then sat down to read the instruction sheet that the doctor sent along. I was to feed her meat once a day, and dry food after that. She could have all the water she wanted. I left her tied to the porch and went to get some dog food.
That night I put a bowl of dry food out, waiting to see if she would eat it. Shelly smelled it and shied away, but I told her that was it, and unless she wanted to go hungry, she better eat. She ate some of it, but it was clear that she didn’t like it. I kept her inside that night, but let her loose in the yard the next day. I had a date. When I brought Mary home, Shelly was still outside and did not know that while she was lounging in the yard, Mary was busy cleaning my pipes for me. I had refused to give Shelly any meat until she became used to the dry food, but she had not touched it that morning. When I looked for her, I saw her with a mouse in her teeth, diligently tearing it to shreds and eating it! That’s when Mary stepped out on the back porch, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. Shelly saw her and growled, bared her teeth, and looked like she was going to charge us, but I whisked Mary inside, then went back out to have a talk with Shelly.
"Just what the hell are you doing? You’re a dog now, not a person, and I have every right to have some adult female companionship. You wanted this and you got it. You belong to me now, and I’ll look after you, but if you every growl at Mary again I’ll have you on a short leash tied to the tree for a few days before I send you to the pound, understand?"
Of course, she couldn’t answer, but she put her head down and just laid there. My point had been made. Shelly was a pet. A dog that I owned and could do with as I wished with. As time went on, Mary and I got married, but I never told her the truth about Shelly. When Mary and I had our first child however, Shelly was very protective of the boy, and Mary finally accepted her as our pet. Not having sex for a very long time had to be hard on Shelly, so I arranged to have a male dog breed with her. I explained it to Shelly, and she violently pulled away from me, which gave me no choice but to fix it so she had no choice. I tied her leash to the garage wall so that her nose was flush with the paint, then tied both hind legs apart with a short broom handle. We let the male loose in the yard, and he found her in seconds. He sniffed her a few times, then mounted her. I saw her squirm as her penetrated her, then, when he was done, I let her loose with him in the yard. To my very great surprise, she sniffed the male, then spread herself out, and put her head down. She wanted the male to mount her again, and he did. Shelly did not move as those huge paws of his held her down and he pumped her full of his seed.
I breed her once a month after that, and she settled into the role of pet, the ultimate submission. I can see her now, lying in the sun, our son playing on the swings nearby.
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