Natasha and Abby had just finished having sex; Natasha had come so violently she had passed out.

“Glad you enjoyed that”, said Abby, kissing her. “It’s your last bit of fun for a while…”

She gave Natasha an injection. She didn’t want her waking up mid conversion…

Natasha moaned, gently, but didn’t wake.

Abby tenderly, carefully removed her slave uniform. Despite all that had happened, she still had feelings for Natasha, but she felt she’d like her even more when she was ‘finished’…

Easing Natasha into her transparent bitchsuit, she sealed it shut. She then brought out the Alsatian costume that went with it…

Natasha woke up in her basket, as an Alsatian. In shock and horror, she yelped, mewled, screamed, frantically trying to pull the suit off. She didn’t deserve this! She didn’t!

She whined and whined, bashing her head against Abby, who just held her…

The special gags built into their suits had made sure both Rod and Natasha would never talk again, even though Rod had already been silenced. Natasha was now just as helpless and, as far as she was concerned, even worse off than before.

Natasha eventually wore herself out trying to get free and sagged against Abby, whimpering quietly. She didn’t know, however, that her suit was different from Rods. Her Alsatian costume could be removed by her owner. The bitchsuit was permanent, however.

Both Rod and Natasha were now starting to find out about the other ‘surprises’ their suits were bringing them. Their nipples were uncovered; brushing against them stimulated them, strongly. Abby even sucked on one of Natasha’s nipples and she nearly hit the roof with a yelp! Also, if you pulled their tails, it triggered the vibrators in their butt plugs.

Rod was hating his new confinement; he had just fallen into a sulk, in his basket. Natasha, on the other hand, was loving it, even if she didn’t know why. She started following Abby everywhere, nuzzling her, being incredibly affectionate.

Abby noticed. It was turning her on as well, being kept company by a sexy, attentive Alsatian…

Rod, however, was getting to be a real worry. He had completely withdrawn; not surprising, really, considering what he had gone through.

Abby ended up sedating him and dropping him off on the doorstep of an animal sanctuary one night. One of the vets screamed when she worked out what Rod really was…

Rod’s suit gave no clues at all where he had come from. Abby and Kimmy had paid enough for the suits for them to be made with ‘no questions asked’ and they had been sent to a PO Box under an assumed name, paid for in cash. Rod wasn’t able to tell anybody anything, either. He was now catatonic, hovering near death, and permanently disabled. It was looked at almost as some kind of malicious kinky sex act gone wrong (which it sort of was)…

Natasha, however, was thriving as an Alsatian. She was loving it. Abby, now she was in complete control, was so caring it was unbelievable. She even entered Natasha in some dog shows and won some very prestigious rosettes. Natasha was rewarded with extra sex that night…

Natasha and Abby had ended up together, as a couple; just not the way either of them expected. Kimmy visited regularly; Natasha made her happy as well…