Processing at the BPA

'Why me? Why do I have to be a petgirl?'

She looked around the hallway and was grateful it was empty. The last thing she remembered was receiving a hard candy from Mr. Copperberg during first period Algebra II class and an internal feeling of positive warmth at pleasing him for some reason. It had been happening often over the past week and she couldn't figure out why. Now she knew.

'At least I'm not one of those stupid pinks.' She thought as she continued to look in the mirror. 'Are those blue highlights in my hair? I like it. Oh look, my skin is blemish free. And my nipples are so pointy and pink now. At least my areolas are not so freakishly large for my small breasts now.' She then proceeded to touch one of them.

*Gasp*

'Why are they so sore now?!'

Arizona spent almost twenty minutes taking in the changes to her new body and was examining her new tail and wondering why touching its base sent a sexual thrill through her when she heard the two BPA officers show up.

Female officer: "Over here Roger." She called to her partner when she spotted Arizona chained to the floor. "You must be Arizona." She said walking over and pulling something out of her pocket and keeping it behind her back so Arizona couldn't see it.

Arizona: "Yes I am! Could you get me out of this cha-" *inrmmn* The officer crouched down and put a ball gag in her mouth before she could finish the sentence.

Female officer: "That's better. There's no need for talking girl, just do what we tell you and things will go smoothly. Hand me the keys would you?"

Officer Roger handed her the keys once he reached her, a five foot pole leash in the other hand. "Why do you always have to gag them? That policy only applies to the pink collars." said Roger.

Female officer: "It's better this way. The sooner they get used to it, the better. Besides, it's not like it's a rare or anything. It's a blue. Blues shouldn't be allowed to talk." She then took off Arizona's school ID from her neck and let it hang from the chain.

Arizona had a fearful expression on her face as officer Roger looped the snare over her head while the female BPA officer got her hair out of the way so he could tighten it. The chain was then unlocked from the wall and fell to the floor, leaving it to hang from her collar and allowing the female officer take the ID. When she tried to stand, officer Roger used the pole to **** her back on all fours.

Officer Roger: "None of that now. You're a petgirl now, and petgirls walk on all four no matter the collar color in the custody of a BPA officer. Unless you want a spanking of course. Then my partner would be happy to oblige. Now be a good girl and come with us."

Arizona nervously walked on her hands in knees down the empty hallways of the high school and out the doors as officer Roger pulled her along. She walked to the end of the teachers parking lot to a waiting petgirl control truck. The female officer unlocked and opened a cage door on the side of the truck and officer Roger led her to crawl up the side into the open cage, where the end of the dangling chain was locked to an islet. Then the noose around Arizona's neck was removed and the cage closed.

Arizona then sat down on her legs and held onto the sides of the cage as the truck was driven back to the BPA offices. She could feel the wind all over her naked body as the vehicle sped down the road, the cold wind tickling between her legs and causing her to become moist as the winds friction arouses her.

After awhile the truck enters an open fence into a parking lot, which is at the back of the BPA offices. The officers then take Arizona out of the cage and leads her inside the building. Right inside the door there is a line of twenty kennel cages against the wall with a long counter with cabinets right above them. Almost a third of the cages are occupied, all by pink collared girls, two of them rubbing themselves. There are thick absorbent mats in all the cages, as well as a pallet beneath each of them.

Arizona is led to the far end and backed into a small cage and is finally free of the chain and noose, but not the ball gag which is still locked around her head. She is left there while the officers file the report and call her owner/parents.

A few hours later, another officer rolls up a pallet jack under her cage and takes her to another room and up a ramp, her cage deposited behind another petgirl on a conveyor belt three feet off the ground. He then pushed a button and the belt moved over to allow room for another cage. By the time he was done there were eight petgirls on the belt.

Another officer came in after he left, a middle aged woman this time who carried in a stack of files. She went over to the first cage that was right next to Arizona's and opened smaller door on the cage. She then started using baby talk everyone seems to use around dogs and called the pink collar over to put her head through. After searching through a few file, she finally found the right one and took out the attached tags to put on the new petgirl. She then closed the cage when done and push a pink button on the wall. A cage sized door slid open and the conveyor belt moved, taking the petgirl through the wall, closing firmly behind the cage.

Arizona was now in front of the officer who was looking at the only blue file in the bunch.

Officer: "Well girl," in a normal and unfriendly voice. "you must have been really mean to get a blue collar in high school. We typically only see your type at the college level and up. Arizona Lee Darcy, well, just Arizona now. It seems your owners, a Mr.Brian Darcy and Dustin Wong-Darcy, have enrolled you in a third party milking class. Not one of the basic four flavors either. Luckily for you we only have the basic training setup to get you familiar with the process. Now come here girl and lets get those tags on you!"

Arizona cautiously crawled to the front and put her head through the door so her tags could be attached. On the front of the cowbell shaped tag was the name ARIZONA, and on the back had her petrgirl serial number. The second rear smaller round tag had her owners contact info. The officer then shoved Arizona's head back in the cage and closed it.

Officer: "Time to get you on your way little bitch!" And slapped the file against the cage, startling Arizona. She then pushed a blue button and Arizona was sent on her way.

Arizona had just past the small door and was being moved along one of five colored conveyor belts. She was deposited on the blue one. At the end her cage slid along some steel rollers on a ramp down to floor level where she came to a jarring stop and was thrown against the cage wall. Arizona looked around a saw a man taking the previous petgirl out of the cage from the pink belt and hand her off to an older woman who looked like her mother. Both the woman and petgirl seemed happy to see one another. The woman then walked the wagging tailed petgirl out of the far door while the man took the cage off the belt and took it to the far wall.

'When will my Dad's get here.'Arizona thought for the hundredth time that day. 'I'm getting hungry and really thirsty thanks to the holey ball gag in my mouth. Why can't they just take it out all ready. And I really have to pee!'

Arizona had already tried to go earlier but couldn't. She had seen one of the petgirls in another cage go number 2, but not 1 and she knew why. The absorbent maps were more for sexual fluids than pee because petgirls had to spread their legs wide to actually go. It seemed to be a physical impossibility for some reason.

Another petgirl arrived on the pink belt and the worker opened up the cage and a man this time came out of a line that Arizona finally noticed.

*Hmm*'Hey! Why does that little bitch get to go before me? And where are my Dad's? I wanna go home! Let me out of here you fuckers!'

Arizona had a nasty expression on her face by the time most of the other petgirls were gone and the line only had one left, which the man let out of her cage and led her to a holding pen since there was no one to pick her up. The man finally came over to her, but didn't open her cage. He just slid it off the rollers where it roughly landed on the floor and he used another pallet jack to roll her silently through a set of double doors at the other side of the building.

'Maybe my dads are through here. It's not like I'm one of those simple pinks after all.'