A toy

The guy reached to a shelf and he grabbed a strange bone shaped squeaky toy that he began to shake, causing the squeaker to go off.

"Arf! Arf! Arf!" Kelly was shaking her ass around, as if shaking an invisible tail along with it.

The man then leaned closer as Kelly grabbed onto the toy and began to growl as she pulled on it. You were too shocked to react as you watched Kelly act exactly like a puppy would over her toy. When she finally got the toy out of the man's grasp, she ran around, squeezing the toy within her teeth. Listening to the squeaking as she ran around in circles.

"She will tire herself out," The guy promised as he patted you on the shoulder. "But when she is ready for you, she will let you know. The toys are laced with special kind of medicine that protects her teeth, so you don't need to worry about the dentists ever again."

You looked to Kelly as she laid down, arms stretched out, laying one on top of one end of the toy as she continued to play with it. "What did you do to her? How did you do this?"

"That is a trade secret," The guy said, giving you a shove. "Have fun."

You look back at Kelly as she only continued to play with the toy. You approached her and reached out to her, touch your daughter like you would any other day on the shoulder. But your contact caused her to jump and yelp.

Kelly whimpered as she backed off in fear, looking back at you. "Kelly, it is me. Your daddy. Don't you remember?" You don't know how far gone she is. How much of her mind they broke. "It's me, sweetie."

Kelly approached you slowly, sniffing your palm that was stretched out before licking it. That was an odd experience as you have never once thought of your daughter licking you like that. Then she sat down at your feet, her knees bent, arms stretched out as if she was pouting. She was begging? For what?