Dredd’s training

“Now that we have established a way forward I think I’ll leave you to get Dredd bred. I was going to call her Drew but I would suggest a name that is further from Dredd,” Kelly suggested.

Candy said. “But I think Latoya is the best… cause she’s such a toy yeah?”

“You decide. As long as it’s appropriately girlish. Just get her bred. Have fun!” Kelly said as he left the two to their games.

“Now where were we? Oh yeah. Stripper gear,” the new Dredd clapped his hands enthusiastically and the old Dredd rolled her eyes in embarrassment- her doppelgänger was a poor substitute for the man she had been, at least so far! “Now, let’s get you dressed. You’re going to be my star attraction.” He stood and turned to Dredd’s closet where Dredd kept his favourite outfits for his bitches for when he fucked them. The irony was not lost on Dredd. The Candy looked at the outfits with amused excitement.

Dredd was less enthused and more conflicted. The thought of being paraded around the club in such skimpy attire was degrading, but the breeding urges made the idea strangely appealing. She had just walked through the club naked so any clothes was an improvement… but the fact was her body was no longer her own, and she found herself eager to please Candy. Men would want to fuck her in these outfits, and she would have **** but to submit.

"Choose one," Candy ordered, his voice filled with a new male authority. Drew's eyes scanned the rack, settling on a tiny plaid skirt and a white blouse with a frilly collar. It was a schoolgirl outfit, the kind that made men's cocks swell at the thought of corrupting innocence. She knew she wouldn't be leaving this room with any dignity left, but the thought of wearing something so revealing and kinky was oddly thrilling.

With trembling hands, she picked out the outfit and began to dress herself, the fabric feeling foreign against her new soft skin. The skirt barely covered her round ass, and the blouse clung tightly to her small new breasts, the buttons straining to hold them in. Candy watched with amusement as Drew. “You look very cute.” Candy said.

"Thank you, Sir," Drew murmured, feeling a strange thrill at the words.

"You're going to be a natural," he said, his eyes sparkling with malicious delight. "But first, let's make sure you're ready for the stage."

Candy led Dredd over to a mirror, where the new breeder slut could see herself fully transformed. The schoolgirl outfit made a mockery of her former power, highlighting her newfound vulnerability. The tiny skirt barely covered her now plump and inviting ass, and the white blouse was so tight that her dark areolae were visible through the fabric. The outfit made her look even more like a submissive little slut. Candy produced some stiletto heals that Dredd put on.

"Look at yourself," Candy said, his voice a mix of glee and contempt. "You're going to be the best little slut this club has ever seen." Dredd stared at her reflection, the fear in her eyes slowly shifting into a **** hunger, breeding urges overpoweringly strong. She could almost feel her body begging to be used.