Pretty Little Bitch

Two days after the branding and piercings, Dorothy decides it’s time for the final permanent modifications.

She wakes you early by tugging on the leash attached to your collar. You’re still sleeping on the pink pet bed in the corner of her bedroom, drooling through the ring gag, tailbone sore from the constant plug.

“Wake up, Slutcunt. Today Mommy makes you perfect. No more ugly harness. No more boots. Just real bitch parts.”

She drives you to a private, discreet clinic on the outskirts of the city — the same place where the previous modifications were arranged. The modifier is already waiting in the surgical suite, tools laid out, along with a second specialist for the more complex work.

The Tongue Modification

They keep you conscious but heavily sedated.

The muzzle-harness is finally unbuckled and removed after weeks of constant wear. Your jaw aches as it closes for the first time in days, but the relief is short-lived.

The surgeon makes a series of precise cuts to the frenulum under your tongue and reshapes the muscle. They lengthen it slightly and sever certain control nerves while reinforcing others. When the procedure is done and the swelling reduced (accelerated healing injections are used), your tongue can no longer retract fully.

It now rests permanently outside your mouth — long, soft, and slightly flattened at the tip, just like a real dog’s. You can move it, but it always lolls out, pink and wet, unable to stay hidden behind your lips.

Drool management becomes impossible. It constantly drips from the tip of your tongue in long, shiny strands.

The Tail

This is the most invasive part.

They position you face-down on the surgical table, ass raised. The specialist makes an incision between your butt cheeks — several inches above your hole, right at the base of your spine. They carefully attach a custom bio-engineered tail: pale champagne blonde, the exact shade as Dorothy’s hair, thick and fluffy at the tip, tapering elegantly.

Real muscle tissue, nerve connections, and a small anchor point are surgically linked to your nervous system. When the procedure finishes and the anesthesia wears off, the tail is fully functional.

You can wag it.

You can tuck it when scared.

It moves on instinct when you’re aroused or humiliated — which is almost always now.

The fur is silky soft, matching Dorothy’s luxurious waves perfectly. A small silver tag hangs from the base: “Property of Dorothy”.

The Unveiling

When you finally wake up back at home the next evening, the changes feel overwhelming.

The heavy muzzle-harness and paw boots are gone — permanently.

You’re now completely naked except for your pink rhinestone collar, the inverted micro cage with its beaded catheter, the fresh brands above your locked clitty and on your thigh, the nipple and genital piercings, and the new tail.

You try to speak.

What comes out is slurred, messy, and animalistic — your long tongue lolling out, interfering with every word. Drool immediately starts dripping onto your chest in thick strings.

Your new tail wags nervously behind you, betraying your humiliation.

Dorothy stands in front of the full-length mirror, holding your leash.

“Look at yourself, Slutcunt.”

You crawl forward on all fours (still the most natural way to move after so long in the boots) and stare.

The reflection is devastating:

Long, soft pink tongue permanently hanging out, drool cascading freely.

Fluffy champagne-blonde tail swaying gently between your butt cheeks, just above your plugged hole.

Fresh brands clearly visible: “Dorothy’s Slutcunt” and “Mommy’s Leaking Bitch”.

Tiny silver tags on your pierced nipples and the ring through your caged clitty.

Constant drip-drip-drip from the catheter.

Dorothy smiles proudly. She reaches back and gently strokes your new tail, then gives it a light tug. The sensation shoots straight up your spine — intensely pleasurable and deeply humiliating.

“Wag for Mommy.”

Your tail wags instantly — fluffy and eager.

She laughs, rich and delighted.

“Perfect. Now you really are my little bitch. No more pretending to be human.”

She turns, bends slightly, and lifts her silk robe.

Her thick cock is already hard.

“Show Mommy how grateful you are. Use that new dog tongue on my ass while your tail wags. Then I’m going to breed you properly — tail high, tongue out, drooling like the animal you’ve become.”

Your new tail starts wagging faster despite yourself.

Drool pours from your lolling tongue onto the floor as you crawl forward, eyes glassy with shame and helpless arousal.

The summer is far from over.

And Slutcunt is finally complete.