Another few days, and another "grooming" session was held. It became clear with Jen that these sessions were where her physical progression would take a major leap. And today was no different.
For the first time, Jen was released from her gloves. And to her shock, instead of a balled up fist, her hands had been completely turned into dog paws. Her arms also had a nice coat of blonde fur as well. The people around her inspected her paws extensively, trimmed her nails, and then moved on to her hind legs.
Having not used them properly in such a long time, Jen was concerned about their state, only to again be surprised once the wrapps were removed. The moment the wraps fell, Jen felt something uncompress, as two new points of contact touch the table below her. Her hind legs had been turned into canine hind legs as well. The same steps were then taken, an inspection followed by a nail trimming, before Jen was allowed to exit the room, now shakily wobbling on her new paws.
Jen nearly broke down right then and there. It was so beyond her ability to accept at this point where she couldn't think straight. The shock was a pretty massive one to her self image. And she began questioning whether or not she was now more dog than human.
Once back in her kennel, Jen went straight to her bed and curled up. Why was this something her Owner put her through? Was she just another pet to her? Wasn't she special? Why was she left here? What had she done to deserve all of this?
As her mental ability failed, Jen was "saved" by one remaining constant in her life that she could count on. Something fully reliable, something concrete that would not change. And that something was now laying beside her, licking her muzzle.
Rex would always be there. He cared about her, and that alone was enough to cause a turning point for Jen's mind. She finally began rejecting her humanity. If the one being who truely cared for her was a dog, then she wanted to be the dog along side him. She would fulfill the role of being his mate. He deserved it after all. No, he deserved better, but this was all she could give him. A half dog reject like herself.
But Rex accepted her fully. So that night, Jen finally allowed the one thing she had been putting all of her effort into avoiding, to happen. She and Rex finally had sex. Her new limbs made getting into the proper position very easy, and Jen knew that this was the right thing for her to do.
There was an immense calmness that washed over her body, seemingly purging every last spread of humanity from her being. She no longer was Jen the human. No, she was Jen the dog now. She was a bitch, but more importantly, she was Rex's bitch. And the fullness in her loins was now proof of that. She was elated to have his cum inside of her, and wished she could continue on to the next phase, but knew that while she was now a dog, being bred by one was still not possible for her. Sure, she could have sex with 1000 dogs, not that she would, but still, even then she wouldn't become pregnant. It was one of her new goals in her new dog life. She desperately wished to give her mate puppies, and become a useful bitch for him.
The following day was much better for Jen now that she truly had accepted herself as being a dog. She had way more fun at the park, and for the first time, she felt that she wasn't being weighed down by some invisible chains. She could just be free and play.
Helen, who had noticed the dramatic change, as well as last night's fun, was grinning widely. Her mini-goal was complete. And she couldn’t be more happy for her new favorite couple.