1. Emma - A rare treat.

 

I sniffed the food and then looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was watching me. Tracy had placed the bowl in the corner by the fridge and told me to eat every last drop. As I settled down in a crouch, I was thankful she had given me a cooler spot to eat, for I hadn't quite adjusted to the thick pelt that covered my entire body.

It was true that I was living out my fantasy, but I never imagined the Bancroft chapter would make my dreams a reality. There were a number of issues that concerned me. For example, a small area around my twin orifices had been left fur-free.

Knowing that my 'Puppy' sex was the focal point of my rear end, embarrassed me intensely. I hadn't seen a reflection of my nether region, but I had seen the shocked reactions of various people including Olivia and the twins.

Even the short stubby tail they had given me didn't hang down and hide anything. That aspect of the transformation was awful but didn't distress me as much as having four limbs the same length, or having paws instead of hands and feet.

And then there was my head. I had seen the pair of puppy boys, who like me had been transformed into pseudo Woodles (Cross between an Irish Wolfhound and a Poodle). With our cream fur, floppy ears and cute faces, we were totally convincing imposters, which horrified me. That was until I took the time to think about it, while I was having my fur brushed in the delivery van.

If I couldn't escape (I was going to try), it was better that I actually looked like a dog, rather than a misshapen creature that resembled an experiment gone wrong. I would have to knuckle down and hope that someone in the close would look after me properly. I could only escape if I had help or got a huge slice of luck. Was there such a person? I wondered, and would I get lucky?

I was responsible, in a way, for my canine appearance. My step-mother's plan, all along, was to get Doctor Stevens to put me in the Highbrow Medical Centre. I had been a thorn in her side for years, so she came up with a plan to have me sectioned for 6 months, as soon as I finished my final school year.

Having just turned Nineteen, I was looking forward to a long summer holiday. So, I was shocked when Audrey made her move. However, before she could put her plan into operation, Jack, our neighbour, witnessed and filmed me behaving like a dog. Montaro Nakamura came up with the dog suit solution and I was given the option - a long spell in a nut house, or a shorter spell, living the life of a Puppy-girl.

Doctor Stevens was cock-a-hoop. In one foul swoop they had solved the problem of the dissidents among their crazy sect, the 'All Life Society.' He was an elder and the leader of the group. He was also a talented doctor who had enormous power.

He and his partner, Tracy, lived at number one, but they had spent a lot of time at David's house, which was where they were housing the Puppy project. Tracy was the doctor's eyes and ears, which was why I wasn't surprised to see her making the dinner and organizing everyone.

The young woman was busy washing her hands, while the others were in the next room using the exercise machines. When I arrived an hour earlier, I sensed an unexplained tension between Bethany and David. There was something going on that I wasn't aware of and it had something to do with me.

I took a mouthful of the cold mix and started munching it with my new longer canine teeth. I had some practice chewing a rubber bone at the clinic, but the meal I was eating was my first and I was struggling. In the clinic, the medical staff had fed me liquid food from a bottle, so I was relieved to get some solid food in my belly.

The premium dogfood must have run out, because the food in my bowl was of a poorer quality and not as tasty as before. The sweetcorn helped to disguise the taste of the meaty stodge and jelly. My bloated tongue helped to scoop up the food and my strong appetite helped me to masticate and swallow it quickly.

By the time I had emptied the bowl and licked it clean, I was feeling full up. I was thirsty and wondered if I should ask her for a drink. I spent a couple of minutes thing it over. Looking along the line of kitchen cupboards, I could see Tracy with her back to me.

The blonde-haired young woman was wearing a short red cotton dress, cinched at the waist. Interestingly, she was wearing skin tone stockings, red suspenders and matching red stilettoes. Her outfit was out of place in the kitchen, but it suited her dominant nature.

Another frustrating aspect of my new life, on all fours, was that I couldn't see what she was doing, however the aromas from the food were driving me crazy. I had met her a couple of times and always found her pleasant - that was until Doctor Stevens put his plan into action.

I took one step toward her. "Ruff, ruff!" I barked softly.

She turned and placed the dish she was holding on the countertop. "Finished, girl?" She picked up another dish and bent forward to show me the contents. "I've got a treat for you, girl. Sweet potato crisps." She didn't wait for my reaction. Instead, she emptied the contents into my bowl. "I'll get you some water," she added.

The water was appreciated, but a bowl of dry yucky dog crisps wasn't my ideas of a treat. I started nibbling them and wouldn't have managed to eat them without the water to wash them down.

I had just finished when I heard the back door open and close. I glanced sideways just in time to see Doctor Stevens walk past me. I smelt chocolate and when I turned he was presenting Tracy with a large box of Belgium chocolates.

The tall, middle-aged doctor was wearing grey trousers, a light blue, short sleeve shirt and a dark blue tie. He was in his late forties and was probably twice the age of his partner. However, he looked remarkably fit and health for his age. His short dark hair, clean shaven features and bright hazel eyes were a draw to any self-respecting young woman, as I witnessed at the clinic.

He placed his Doctor's bag on the countertop, glanced down at me and then wrapped his arm around Tracy's waist. "How are you getting on with our new Pet, darling?"

"She's been good, so far. Any news from Japan on the pelt?"

"Not yet. The next three are for Manchester, so we have to wait our turn."

He had one arm around her slim waist and slid his other hand up, under her skirt where he discovered she was wearing suspenders and a thong. Tracy placed the chocolates on the table and gave him a long lingering kiss. I watched him fondling her bare buttocks and fiddle with the suspenders for a few seconds, but the smell of the chocolates drew me toward the table.

John took hold of Tracy's blonde ponytail and used it to gently to pull her head back. "How's the training going?"

"Well, they went for a run on the new circuit in the spinney. As you can hear, David and the girls are on the machines."

"Mmmm, has David accepted the control?"

"He's more focused on the training and isn't moping about as much," she said softly.

"Shall we let him do an S & R lesson?"

Tracy thought for a moment. "The girls need their oral lessons and Olivia needs a triple. I think tomorrow morning at midday after everything has settled down, would be good. Then she'll be ready to attend Bethany's award night."

"You like Beth, don't you?"

"I do and she's off limits unless I'm involved, understand?"

"Your wish is my command, babe."

It was beginning to look as though Tracy and not John was running the show.

"Good, I've put our sports things on the bed..." Tracy looked down at me. I had unintentionally moved to the edge of the table and was sniffing the air just below the chocolates. "I think the bitch can smell the sweets."

"She can. We tried an experiment at the lab and she easily found a piece of chocolate lying on the ground. The treatment is working." He walked over to the table and started unwrapping the box. "Do you want one, girl?"

"Ruff!" I exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as possible.

He lifted the lid and offered them to Tracy. "No thanks, love. Maybe after dinner. It'll be ready if thirty minutes. Don't let the girls see them, but the bitch can have one... Only one."

The doctor picked one for me and let me take it off the palm of his hand. It was a coffee cream and tasted delicious.

He waited for me to lick my lips and then after picking up his bag, pointed to the doorway. "Come with me, girl."

I followed him through to what used to be a dining room. The furniture was gone, and in its place stood five gleaming exercise machines. There was a rowing machine, a running machine, a cycling machine, a cross-trainer and a vertical leg press which included a bench and a pile of weights.

The twins were on the rowing and running machines, Olivia was on the cycling machine, Beth was on the cross-trainer and David was laying on his back under the leg press.

John looked down at me. "Sit, girl."

David lifted his head from the bench. "John, is it that time already?"

David had his knees on his chest, having just let the weights drop slowly. His muscular thighs looked impressive, but his tightly wrapped bulging genitals look strangely unimpressive. Before I was taken to the clinic, 4 days earlier, the young man had a permanent hard-on, now it was conspicuous by its absence.

"It's nearly seven. Dinner is in twenty minutes. Before that, I want to explain to you and the girls some important Puppy welfare tips. Can you organize the girls and I'll pull the bench out?"

"Sure." The athletic young man slid out from under the bar and off the end of the bench, then went from machine to machine, checking on their progress.

John grabbed one end of the long bench and pulled it into the space. "He patted the black padded top. "Come here, Emma, let me give you a hand up."

I had been there before. He cupped my pussy with his huge hand and hoisted me up, then placed his bag at the other end, by my front paws. He unfastened it and pulled out a pair of surgical gloves, a syringe, a bottle of fluid and two tubes of cream. I was about to become the focus of the group's attention once again and I was dreading yet another embarrassing demonstration.