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1. The Plug.The only window in the operating room faced the dog run. A cold rain was sizzling up against it, so I did not feel that it was necessary to close the blind. I was coming from the shower, next door, so I was wearing only a short, thin cotton robe. I think they are called happy jackets. Dr Amy entered and locked the door, then turned with a big grin. What’s this? My puppy wearing a gown? Trying to be a person today? It made me feel silly, so I slipped out of the robe, folded it and laid it on the counter. There was no place to hang it as the other patients that entered this room were never clothed.Yes, I was also, officially a vet’s patient. Her expiremental dog who could report on how different procedures felt. I stood there, waiting in silence. Dogs do not speak, I have learned. I wore only my pretty red patent locking shocking collar. And goose pimples. I could see myself in a mirror, and watched my nipples, all six swell and stiffen in the chilly air as Dr Amy spread some items on a tabouret next to the exam table. I caught my own eyes in the mirror and flinched. I was shivering and for a moment considered that I neither liked nor disliked the fact that I was no longer human. Not a bitch, I felt, but not a woman, now. I think I can never go back.Amy snapped a leash to my collar and drew me to the table. Making a kissing noise she patted the table. I crawled up and stood, shivering an hands and knees. Good girl. She drew my head down and attached my leash to the olding ring. Down. I crouched and she skillfully dumped me on my side. Lets have a look.She propped up my upper leg and inserted a speculum. A floodlamp was turned on and the welcome warmth flooded around me. Oh, she said, I hate to see those pretty little torpedos collapse, as she gently drew her fingers across my teats. They look like torpedo heads justting from your chest and belly She hummed softly as she examined my vagina. Just relax, girl. We’ll be at this for a little while. It was early early morning and I could still feel/taste the coffee in my mouth and throat. Dr Amy had commented on dogs drinking coffee but said she supposed it did no harm. Still I knew it did not fit her picture of a dog and soon coffee drinking would also be a thing of the past. Back in the field of humanity. Humans did it. It was not for me, whatever I was. Maybe I was becoming a kind of goddess?A stretching pain got my attention as Amy pressed something into my cunt. This is what we measured you for last month. remember? I grunted a sort of woof, then, as she adjusted it I squeeked Owie OWIE She stopped, but the pain did not. Sorry. Do you want to stop this procedure, have a pain shot or can I continue. I would like toi continue, but I’ll stop if you want me to, of course.I grunted for her to continue and asked what is that, anyway. My invention. Lets call it the plug. It has a flange that fit behinds your sphincter and if I can get this top part to snap down, it should cause your muscle to clamp down and seal you shut. I have a key to loosen and extract it, otherwise it could only be removed by cutting it out piece by piece. There was a snap and the pain abated a little. Oh you are such a sweet little doggie. She pressed a treat into my mouth and I gritted my teeth on it to prevent further outbreaks. Did you feel the catheter? Uh uh. Good. I did numb that a little, but I think you have to feel the plug for it to work right. The cath is threaded to a channel in the plug. Give me your front paw. She guided my hand to my crotch and put my fingers on a little valve. This will allow you to drain yourself, but otherwise, keep it closed. You’ll be dripping all over all the time. Go ahead, feel it.My crotch was smoothe. My vagina was now a small bulge of soft ruber that felt very fleshlike, with the little valve on the side, almost hidden in the first fold of enclosing lip flesh. Amy softly massaged the outer lips up over the edge. I felt again and it gave me a rush. Another vesitige of humanity gone I had been unsnapped from the ring and the Dr now was helping me off the table and to stand. It hurt really bad. Oh, what’s the matter here. Amy knelt and adjusted the plug. Now it was somewhat better, and when she pressed me down to all fours it felt OK. Lift one knee way up and down a couple times, and then the other. I did that, and Amy felt around, then helped me to 2 feet again. The pain was gone, replaced by a tight secure feeling. It was nice. I leaned down and licked Dr Amy’s hand. She pressed the latexed fingers into my mouth and let me suck. They were covered with my essence. After a while she straightened me up and asked how it felt. I like it. It feels as if there it a knot stuck right in the vestibule. It just feels nice and snug, and I love the way it feels when I touch it. Its going to be strange, I would imagine when you walk with it. I slowly paraded scross the operatory and back. Yes, I had to change my gait a little, but it was not unpleasant. I was miling. You are such a perfect little puppy. You can wear it now untill this evening when Willis will breed you. I thing we’ll seal his sperm inside you. To use the toilet, just go as normal and do not forget to close the valve.She pressed her other gloved stinky fingers into my mouth and patted my hair. Have a good day at the college, and best no let anyone feel, she said with a grin.

   Comment by Rose1 — 15, 2005 @ 5:36 pm

2. I dressed hurriedly and drove to the college for my classes. I wore the dog colored Body Armour top, with the elasticized cut outs for my six nipples, and a loose nylon top with a autumnal leafy pattern over that. A forest green cord skirt, Lacy topped thigh highs and the riding boots. No panties, as I was thinking, since my pussy has disappeared, I don’t need panties. Do I The feeling from the plug was strong as I walked around campus, and sitting down was terrible unless I pulled my knees up. That was a little problem as it could easily provide a beaver shot. At least a shot of beaver territory. But I was enjoying that too. Between classes I would steal a break in a toilet stall and try to pick at the plug. No way could I get a grasp on it nor budge it towards coming out. I could slide it enough to ease any building discomfort, though. It was exciting to feel the skin smooth vacancy there, where I once had an entry into my body. It was radically kinky. No body ever turned up before with their pussy missing. And all the while the muscles were cramping around the inner ring, as if chewing thru was a possibility.At the library, I went to a carel with my laptop to do some cramming. I felt quite abraded by then, so I lifted my legs and spread them to ease the pressure. After an hour, I was about to leave when there was a soft rap at the carel door. I opened it to a young man. Pardon me, I was across the aisle and could not help but see under your door. Only then did I recall that for ventilation purposes the carel doors stopped about 1′ from the floor. My crotch had been perfectly framed in the opening. I was blushing purple.No one else noticed. I am a senior med student, and I have never heard of a vagina with no opening. I think it is very interesting. My tongue was frozen. I did not know what to say nor do. I just gave him a sick smile. His hand went down and under my skirt as he checked it out. Please I have to go to work now. I pressed past him, in the process, brushing him with all six of my milk filled treats. As I rounded the corner to the elevator, I saw him standing there, stunned, feeling his chest. He did not follow. I almost ran to my truck and drove back to the clinic.Dr Amy greeted me with a smile. Get on the table in room 1. No need to disrobe. I went in, pulled up my skirt and laid on the table. She came in and locked the door. Wordlessly, she proped up my upper knee, and snapped on some latex gloves. She tenderly patted my face as I inhaled their aroma, spreading from the heat of her hands. Want to moisten them? She pressed her fingers into my mouth and I obediently licked and sucked on them. Besides teaching me obsession with animal sex, and in becoming an animal, she was addicting me to her latex covered hands.She began humming and poking around. There was an instant flash of pain, a click and then relief as the plug was withdrawn. What a relief She drew a magnifying lens over and mentioned that there was a little irritation. She applied a soothing herbal and cortisone healing cream. I don’t want Willis licking too much stuff off here. She slapped my butt and took the prop away. You are a good little goddie. She looked at me. Say it I am a bitch. I am not human. I am a female canine. That’s right Relieved, I went out to complete my regular duties.Everyone else had gone home, and I had finished nursing my puppies. Dr Maya, Amy, lived here, upstairs, and I also had an appartment here, but more and more often I slept in a cage. I was about to go to bed, when Amy came in. Down. I got on my hands and knees. She snapped on a leash and led me to my water bowl. I sucked up all the water I wanted, then she took me out, in the dark to the dog run. I tinkled, then she took me back in to a breeding room. Willis was waiting. I knew he had been stimulated every day for the past 2 weeks without orgasm. I knew because it had been my duty, Now I was ahackled face to the floor, with my knees pushed forward and spread. Doc freed Willis. He did not stop to sniff or lick. He was sort of my mate, a mastif. With Amy’s help he rushed his cock into me and started pumping. I could feel his knot go in and out a couple times, and then my sphincter clamped down and swallowed him. He yiped at the sudden pressure, then decided he liked it. Dr Amy strapped his front legs to the ring that my neck was attached to. When he was plunging deeper, everything else was driven from my mind. I wanted to swallow the whole dog into myself. I wanted to please him too. Then he stopped and laid across my back. breathing hard. Heat rushed into me, past my cervix and up into the core of my body. It was so much that I almost passed out.Doc held me shut when he eventually withdrew.. I was still dazed when I found myself on the table with the plug reinserted and locked. All of that juice, still hot was locked inside me. It will swim up inside you, and be absorbed in a couple days. Think you can keep the plug that long? I’ll try, I answered.

   Comment by Rose1 — 16, 2005 @ 1:41 am

3. Nice so far keep the good work up.

   Comment by Fasthumper — 16, 2005 @ 2:45 am

4. Wow, what a story, Please Keep up the writihg I can relate to it so far, resl good. This post has been edited by boneherthedogman on Sep 16 2005, 05:30 AM

   Comment by boneherthedogman — 16, 2005 @ 9:28 am

5. Excellant as usual a work of art. THank You for continuing your writing Rose I love it so.

   Comment by looking4tx — 16, 2005 @ 10:30 am

6. Thank you gentlemen Lookinf 4 tx, Fasthumper, Bone her. I amvery very pleased with your notes. You are going a long way to keeping this forum lively by leaving notes for the writers. Again, Thank you, gentlemen. I dedicate the next page to you. Rose

   Comment by Rose1 — 16, 2005 @ 5:15 pm

7. The lounging pads in the cages of the other dogs were Nylon foam bubbles and the covers were a thick waterproof material. Mine was feather stuffed and had a soft thick napped flannel cover. It felt furry. I also had a down coverlet, so I could sleep in comfort.Still, there was the kennel smell, and I could not stand erect in here. Since my hands were bound in dog bootie mitts, I had to arrange my blanket mostly with my teeth. Hmm. New dog in the next cage. He was sniffing intently so I backed up as far to him as I could, He was a big doberman. He whined and tried to get his tongue to me, thru the wires. I can smell you too, sexy boy, I whispered softly. Then I turned and put my face close to his. Oh, I wish you were in my cage here filling me. How long would you last? My bitch pussy would clamp down and choke your cock. He whined and began to dance excitedly.I smiled to myself. As she had clicked shut the lock on the cage, Amy had told me I had bitch breath. I blew some at him, and he froze and sniffed the air, intently.I sipped a little water from my bowl and gulped down a couple mouthfuls of food as a midnight snack. A dampened cloth was tied inside my cage for me to wipe my face on. I lais down and concentrated on the feelings that the plug was pulsing through me. My cunt muscles were fucking it. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. It was involuntary and sexually pleasing, yet relaxing. My dreams were of being tethered at the end of an interminable line of dogs with little pinkies showing, and Amy laughing like crazy as she helped each to mount and tie. I had wondered from the first if she was crazy. Whatever, she has certainly driven me mad. I do not think like a bitch, nor do I think like a girl. I am a loop of dog and horse fucking thoughts. I turned over and my belly full of sperm went bloop, bloop.It was early when Amy woke me and after I drank and ate from my bowls, she removed my booties and led me to the shower, me on hands and knees, led by a leash. I called goodbye to the doberman.Like him?, asked Amy. Is he going to breed me? I asked. I don’t know. Maybe. He’s a virgin, never even had a bitch. What a waste Amy giggled and turned me loose in the shower. You are becoming a better bitch than any I have ever treated before. My favourite patient. She was reminding us both of her control over my mind and body. It was a control to which I totally assented. Once again I could touch and play with the plug. It was stimulating. Every gal should have one. I was in my room, lieing on a futon when Amy brought in my starving little puppies. They hungrily latched on and I enjoyed the suckling as I stroked my plug. Amy stood watching me for a while, then snapped on a latex glove, reached under her skirt and felt around for a while and then offered her hand in front of my mouth. I opened and sucked greedily, welcoming being pulled ever more deeply into a liking for her glove treatments. I had a small rippling orgasm, as the suckling reached a frantic height, my fingers sought my missing pussy, and I licked the warm slippery tasty fingers.

   Comment by Rose1 — 16, 2005 @ 5:52 pm

8. They were my puppies, but I am not feeling motherly towards them. Bitch eggs were implanted and then, a couple days later I was bred. I was put on dog hormones that made me sort of nauseous and then a temperature inducing drug that made me very sick, most of the time. very sick. The Volkspolitzei were said to use it to soften people for interogation, or so I’m told. It was an awful ordeal. Fortunately canine gestation is short. When they were delivered, of course I had a real conflict.I loved having the puppies and nursing them, but They had some messy troubles with the higher fat content of my milk. But we are still all here. On the other hand there was an appalling cloud over it. Even Dr Amy was subdued and morbid for a couple days, as we adjusted to the enormity of what we’d done. Now, I want to nurse, but they are ready for weaning and their teeth are getting sharp, and they are into nasty biting.Will we do it again? We both vowed never again, but as time goes by one gets into the idea again and wants to see if it can be done better. We have already talked about things we’d do differently, but we’ve also talked about the drain on my health and my change in attitude. I have never been purely happy since that fateful mating. I guess one might say, I went thru it doggedly.I must say this, now:These stories are meant for artful entertainment only and their truth or fiction is up to the reader. Whatever you please. Please leave a note and tell me what you think. Someone once led me to the epiphany that truth is stranger than fishin’

   Comment by Rose1 — 17, 2005 @ 8:19 am

9. Since being dehumanized I believe that my sense of smell has grown stronger. I can tell first, a dog’s mood by its scent. And my own scent. Now I can smell people. Can smell who is near me without looking. Sometimes I can tell how they are thinking. Is that just fanciful? Cartesian philosophy has a postulant: I think, therefore, I am. Well Boompa Ren, can I then say, I think so, therefore I do or therefore it is?Think what that opens for us all I dreams and lusts make us, as beasts, different. It is what makes us beasts. Not a bad thing. You may think that is a flimsy idea, but no Quantum physics ends / begins with the concept that what you think is the way things are. The ultimate manifestation of matter is a wave of energy, if that is what one sets out to prove. Yet, if you believe it is a particle, also, you can prove this and demonstrate that THIS theory is just as valid.Flipping back the calendar a millenia, look at the Kaballah. The first 3 sephiroth describe the Force, God(dess) awakening, saying I: I AM: IAM THAT (this): From thence the thought descends through increasingly dense spheres to Malkuth where we are. The only sphere with matter, Time and Space. Kabbalists maintain that we can “travel” among these spheres. Briefly you can step up to Yesod, become part animal and return, just as in the wave/particle controversy. Quantum Physicists play with time and space, and manipulate matter, Using the Force of which we are all made.Is that true or false? I do not know this. It is an idea, and it gives me feelings of love for all of you. Admiration and love. You wonderful travelers thru the Tree.I think I have gained animal chracteristics, therefore I have. I have become obsessed with animals, and lost much interest in my particular species. There have been many doorways. One has been that nasty spray can. Bark Stop. Sometimes a dog gets into a loop and stimulates itself to bark by barking. Dr Maya puts the thin plastic tube down their throat and gives a little spray. In less than a minute they are silent, not even trying to bark. When I got loud and mouthy on the exam or operating table my jaws were forced open and the tube went down. POUFF squeak squeak, and then silence. But I noticed something. When it leaked on my tongue, I stopped thinking. What an ability Total consciousness but no cognitive thought You need words to think, and to use words your tongue must move. I found that my tongue would make micro movements when I thought. The way some people move their lips when they read. Try it. Don’t speak outloud, but in you mind, say a word. Nobility is a good one. You shall feel micro movements in your tongue. Many nights in locked in my cage, I would lie awake, haunted by phantoms of my disappearing humanity. I learned to stop my tongue and went to sleep. Amy and I talked and she tried it on her tongue. Same effect. So I went for days with my tongue “tied” No thinking. Only pictures, smells and sounds. The limbic system works well, so you are in no danger. Still hunger, thirst, anger and f thots of great intensity and beauty. I could have f in a fire. All of my nerves and feelings became alive with greatly magnified intensity. The dog cock sliding in became the universe. But a horse The feeling and watching it Ach I have to quit writing for now.

   Comment by Rose1 — 17, 2005 @ 5:45 pm

10. Hey Rose1,Your story seeems very real . I really like the Kabbalah too . I love the mystics . Have you seen the movie “What The Bleep, Do You Know ” ?Peace,Chris

    Comment by doglover45 — 18, 2005 @ 1:06 am

11. Thank you, ChrisI was just using the idea that you can THINK things into reality. Yes, the Kaballah is endlessy intrigueing. But alas, no I have not seen What the Bleep do we Know. Just ordered it from amazon, so do not tell me too much. Thank you for your note. That was very considerate, sir. Rose

    Comment by Rose1 — 18, 2005 @ 3:23 am

12. I will try to answer the e-mail questions about the “silence”. I wish these questions would be posted as I can’t give you total info about this, but I bet other readers could provide pithy comments. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the e-mails as they are love letters, and I enjoy the feelings of warmth and love being transmitted. I hope that I somewhat reflect it back.Where can I get it? I do not know. It has a foreign label on it, And Doc says the cans came with the building and practice when she moved in. Or is that what you meant? I know someone will do some research and find this. The active ingredient comes from a common house plant, sanseviera, also called mother-in-law’s tongue. I was told that name was used because a drop on her tongue would shut her up, but I think because the leaves are long and sharp. Muy formidab I hasten to add a caveat IMPORTANT. It paralyzes muscles like curare. LISTEN. It is named for the bowstrings that the Ottomans used to stragle people who got on their nerves. You could suffocate from ingesting it, on your own aspirations. This compound has been buffered but is still dangerous. Don’t try it. You’d probably die.What is the experience like? I used it last nite so I could answer that. I will try to recall a non verbal experience. Of course, I can’t describe it. It is unspeakable, but I will say something like what happened. I sprayed a jet into a wastebasket, then touched my finger to the micro drop at the end od the tube and spread it across my tongue. It proved to be sufficient. Doc merely latched my cage, did not lock it, and I was not wearing the booties. I also have an alarm button to call her if I need help. I lay down on the mat and listened to her steps disappear down the now dark hall of the kennel. Loud echoing. The sound brought pictures of her and things she had done. I saw her speaking but could not understand. Then it was silent, but not silent. The house was making sounds like a ship at sea. I could hear the breating and snuffling of a dozen dogs. My mind sorted them out and I could remember everything about each one. His particular smell, and his way. I also vividly recalled that I had sex with 8 of them, and those memories came through, with magnified sound, smell, taste, and physical sensation. I went into a sub orgasmic state. Very close and filled with terrific need. I looked at the big dobermann, next door, sleeping innocently. Grrrr No, I did not crawl in with him. I relieved myself. It was intense. I could not take his virginity, because Amy said not yet. I did not get the words in my mind, but I saw her forbidding expression before me, and it was a “thou shalt not pass” barrier in my mind. I looked at him sleeping and the concept of sleep entered my mind and I knew nothing further until I awaoke many hrs later. My description is vapid, but its the best that I can describe.

    Comment by Rose1 — 19, 2005 @ 7:34 am

13. Sorry about not having answered the e-mail questions about my tail. It has been removed. The mounting tore twice and it was a problem. The worse was accidentally sitting on it. That hurt the insertion and it would be sore for a week. Anlther nasty problem was shitting on it when I had the doggie booties on my front feet. In those cases I needed help to defecate, or to urinate and then also to be washed off. Arrgh I wore modified panties when in the human mode, but it was still a scandal under skirts andd an obscene lump under pants. Now I have a little X scar where the mounting plate had been. I don’t miss it. I did not like much about it, but it was fun to wag it. Even then, I had to wriggle my hips to wag it. Can you still love me without a tail?

    Comment by Rose1 — 19, 2005 @ 5:48 pm

14. Rose we will always love you tail or not. Thank you for your continued writing. You are a masterful writer. I find your stories mesmerizing and I feel depressed when I come to the end of a chapter adn excited about the next installement. Thank You,

    Comment by looking4tx — 20, 2005 @ 6:37 am

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