You're a good dog

You have all night to think about it, and there's really no contest: you're best off if you play along. You determine to be a good girl and take two weeks of this, to enjoy all the perks and ignore the most unpleasant parts.

Because of this decision, the two weeks actually pass pretty smoothly. Your days go by much like the first one: food and grooming in the morning, followed by a walk before your father and Christina go to the lab for the day. Once or twice, Christina stays home to keep you company and play doggy games with you. She encourages you to do all sorts of dog-like activities, like burying items in the sand. And she trains you to follow commands: soon you can sit, roll over, and play dead with the best of them. Sometimes your father takes you up to the lab with them, leaving you under the supervision of Michael, who takes care of you as he does whatever it is he's meant to do in the front room, and fucks you before you leave at the end of the day.

Of course, because you're so good, there are plenty more sessions with Christina and your father in the evening. They're very attentive to your needs and desires, as long as you express them with doggy mannerisms. The more like a dog you act in general, the better they treat you. They avoid doing things that are exclusively human--you never get kissed, and you never get to be on top. But you soon find that you enjoy licking Christina's pussy, sucking your daddy's cock, and getting fucked from behind like the animal you're fast becoming.

Your toileting and cleanliness remain the most difficult aspects of your new existence. You eventually get used to going outside, even if you're still a little embarrassed by needing someone else to wipe you afterwards. Your father makes you go a few days between baths, but he doesn't insist that you emulate the canine instinct to put up a struggle when faced with the prospect. So, you soon learn to love those days when Christina has permission to take you out to the shower and soap you up. Despite her newfound bossy attitude, she is still capable of being tender.

Christina has changed too. She carries herself differently and looks like a whole new person. She's now a confident brunette instead of a haughty blonde. Her make-up makes her look more mature and older than her age. She cooks dinner for your dad and lays out his clothes every day--for all intents and purposes, they live as man and wife.

The two weeks is soon over, and Christina and your father prepare to leave. You watch, unable to help in your present state, as they pack up all your things. The boat back to the main island will be arriving in another few hours.

Your father comes up to you. "It's time we're leaving, Ally. Now you've kept up your side of things and been a good dog. I hope you've learned your lesson about being a bitch."

"Woof!" you agree. You have no problem vocalizing like a dog now.

"So now you've earned the privilege of making a choice," he continues, in the same tone he'd use when lecturing someone. "You can go back to your old life, to college, to friends." As he says this, he sets down a pair of your panties to your left. "Or, if you prefer, you can remain a dog. The company will transport you back home in secret. Christina and I will take care of you and your every need: you'll be a pampered, well-fed and -fucked bitch." On your right, he sets down your leash.

You stare at the two items.