Pampered Pet Obedience Ch. 02

After a long time in the back of the van while we travel slowly through the city, I am unloaded. The horrible guard from the court room quickly waves over a guard from the conversion centre, they both lift the crate out and put me on a small conveyor belt that quickly whisks me into a small opening in the side of the building. The small passageway is completely dark so I can see nothing around me, I shift uncomfortably in the crate, my legs having gone numb from the pressure of my body on top of them.

After a short journey, the crate is lifted off by two men who suddenly appear at the sides. The crate door is slid quickly open and the doorway aligned with another doorway. 'Move.' One of the guards say and kicks the cage at my rear. I shift quickly out of the crate and into my new enclosure. I look around at the sparse grey cell -- four concrete walls and one wall of glass that must lead to a corridor. The enclosure door is slammed shut and bolted after me. I sit on the meagre bed of blankets that are in the corner -- they are clean, and there is a clean bowl of water sitting next to it on the floor. I can't believe this is where I've landed myself now -- lets just hope that this won't be as horrible as it seems.

Just as my thoughts are dragged away thinking about how I'll be relegated to a life of being told to sit and stay, the glass door swiftly retracts into the wall and I startle, looking up wide-eyed at the tall dark featured man who enters. He allows the glass to close him in with me. He sits on the floor in front of me and takes a tablet out of his lab coat pocket and begins tapping away without saying a word. After a moment, he looks up and smiles.

'Hello April, my name is James and I'm going to be your conversion owner for the next few days. As I'm sure you know, you've been assigned to be converted into a dog bitch and then to be put up for re-selling. I will be responsible for your care and a brief period of re-retraining before we hand you over to your new owner. I must tell you -- I think it will end up in a bidding war. We haven't had any bitch dogs for quite some time and they're often requested.' I stare blandly at him while he rambles on oblivious to my disinterest in the bidding.

'Now,' he starts quickly, 'we will go over some of the procedures and I will explain them briefly to you. Since this is a court order and not an owner order -- you sadly don't get to pick any of your dog features, but I'm known to have very good design choices, so I hope you don't mind me taking some liberties.' Again, I sat in silence -- I knew it wasn't a question or a request, I knew this was not my decision to make so I saw no point in contributing to this.

'Now today and tomorrow will be dedicated to having your procedures done, and then the day after that will be the brief adjustment and training period. Today, you are scheduled in for having your voice box exchanged and your tail, nose and ears added. Tomorrow will be dedicated to reproduction and walking styles before we alter those too.' He glances up at me quickly and really looks at me for what I feel is the first time. His smile doesn't drop an inch as he takes in what must be my pallid complexion and says, 'Oh come now April, it isn't so bad, we're going to get you a lovely owner. We'll just have to work super hard on gaining you some good obedience points to start you off while you're here won't we!'

I nod mutely and tune out of his description of today's procedures, I've heard about these ones, they're all the common ones. The ones that have my attention are the reproduction and walking styles part -- I've never heard anything about either.

I sense James moving towards me as he removes my sheer white dress and then clips on a heavy collar around my neck. He quickly attaches a leash and says, 'Come along, we don't want to delay your first procedures!' I stumble up and walk after him to make sure he doesn't have to drag me.

At this point I'm hardly shy about being naked in front of anyone, but as a household caretaker I barely left the house -- it was only ever my old master and his friends that saw me naked whenever they came around. Now, walking out into what is a busy centre naked has me blanching a little. I unconsciously bring my arms up to my chest to cover myself a little, James tuts and I feel a sharp jolt at my neck and gasp in surprise at the sting it sends down my spine.

'Ah ah, bad girl. You must present yourself clearly at all times -- no hiding. Soon you will be trained out of that -- you will be a dog, you won't be conscious of your nakedness at all.' He continues to tug me along, I can feel his eyes running over me and making assessments on what needs correcting based on what he sees -- every so often I sense him nodding in confirmation to himself.

We eventually reach a medical room that smells like bleach and disinfectant. I crinkle my nose against the smell while James leads me to a vet's table in the middle of the room. He first attaches my collar to a different leash on the bench, then taps the table and says, 'Up, girl.' I obediently hop up to sit with my legs swinging over the edge. James shakes his head at me, 'On all fours.' I swing my legs up and shift to all fours as James pulls the leash tighter to restrict my head movements. The door directly behind me opens, but the collar is pulled so tight now I can barely swing my neck around to see who it is that's came in.

James holds a brief conversation with the man about why we're there, confirming the procedures that are to be done today - voice box, tail, nose and ears. James comes to the head of the table while the man behind me snaps on a pair of gloves. 'Okay, April, this is your vet, Ben. He's going to check you over before we further discuss the changes we will make to you today. Then we will put you under anaesthetic and by the time you wake up you'll be halfway finished!' He grins at me as if this is fantastic news -- I bite my tongue to stop the sarcastic 'whoop-de-fucking-doo' from coming out of my mouth. I need those obedience points. Instead, I mumble, 'Oh, okay.'

I jolt suddenly forward as I feel Ben's hands slide up the back of my right thigh. James brings his hands up to hold my wrists to the table and whispers reassurance to me in my ear. At first it makes me uncomfortable, but as Ben proceeds with his examination of me, I start to find comfort in it. So much, that I find myself leaning my head against his shoulder.

Ben has been working along my body squeezing here and there, checking my pulse, my eyes, and my general health. Once he approves, he informs James he will be moving onto the procedure sites to examine them. He begins with my nose. He uses some weird machine to gauge my sense of smell. 'Good but could certainly be better -- this will be no problem to enhance. I will also make the requested adjustments to ensure that her nose temperature and moisture can indicate her health.' James mumbles his approval as Ben opens my mouth to check my teeth. He comments, 'Good teeth and gum health, I'll recommend on her health report that dental chews are to be kept regular to maintain this. The voice box is easily exchanged -- I already have the upgraded one you selected earlier prepared and ready to go.'

Great, in a matter of hours, I'll only be able to bark, whimper, growl and howl. To be honest at this point it's a bit of a relief, I'm a little sick of having to converse with anyone as it is. Especially if they're coo-ing over what a good dog I am, it's maybe best I can say anything with words.

He then inserts another small device into my ear to check my hearing. 'Also overall good -- left function is slightly worse, but nothing that we can't fix once we alter the pitch perception. Again, as requested we will also install the desired ear coverings -- were these to be floppy ears or straight standing?'

'Hmmm, straight standing I think. Nothing too big, but enough to be seen clearly,' James responds after a moments deliberation.

I startle again as Ben glides his hand down my back to my rear end. James soothes me again, this time lifting a hand to stroke through my hair, I relax onto his shoulder again.

'Now for the tail -- we have a few more modern options that we can offer since we're expecting a great deal of bids for this bitch. Here, let me show you.' I hear some clicking, and then James shifts slightly to look at whatever the doctor is showing him -- I again try to shift slightly to see but the tightness of the collar pinches the delicate skin on my neck. 'Ouch!' I yelp.

'Settle girl, don't worry, I will choose a nice option.' James proceeds to ask questions about the various models of tail that Ben is offering, all the while stroking my hair. I tune out the technical speak of the two scientists. I perk up a little again once I hear Ben saying, 'I think the TailSpin 3.0 is the best option for this particular bitch. The insertion is easy albiet uncomfortable at first but it heals very quickly. It will still allow her to defecate easily, it is non-removable -- unless by surgery of course -- and the flexibility in the tail itself is great. This reduces risk of breakage or snapping during breeding.'

I shift uncomfortably as James moves to the other end of the table with Ben. Ben spreads my ass cheeks as he again, begins explaining to James how the procedure is done. He circles around my asshole, only pressing his finger into the tight ring of muscles slightly as he mentions different things to James that I only catch odd murmurings of: 'no loss of sensation', 'enhances realistic breeding prospects', 'easily mountable', 'can be linked to hormones and emotions.'

James confirms; 'Yes I think you're right, this is certainly the best option. If we want the best price for this bitch we need to give her something new and coveted. This could be one of those things. I approve all of these changes, you're a talented man Ben. Let me sign the paperwork and then we can get on with it.'

I hear paper shuffling, and then James comes to my head again and gives my head another stroke. 'Okay April, it's time. We're going to put you under, I'll see you after your procedures are done.' He smiles politely at me. I take a shuddering breath and say 'Okay, James. Thank you for looking after me.' I say, since after this I'll no longer be able to humanly vocalise my thoughts.

'Good girl.' He says as I feel a surprisingly sharp prick in the back of my neck. I start to feel drowsy automatically and I can feel myself start to sway. Two set of firm hands help me to lay on my side on the table, I get a blurry flash of James's face before everything fades out completely.