The Cages

You leave the sleeping puppygirl, and follow Micah. He leads you to a large room, almost a warehouse, filled with stacked cages. Each holds another puppygirl, naked save for their control collar. You look around the room marveling. There must be hundreds of puppygirls here. All of them panting, playing, entirely incapable of complex thought. Much like Daisy, they're also so beautiful that they make your mouth water.

"Now, there is a great deal of demand for a naked women that be kept as pets, and we have a fantastic selection." He waved around.

"We've got black girls." A frizzy haired black girl to your right paws at the bars of her cage with big puppy dog eyes. Adopt-Me eyes. "Asian girls. Lots of those coming out of China. Indian girls. Middle Eastern Girls. You name it. Want an athletic Irish redhead? A busty scandavian blond? Something perhaps on the bigger side. We make no judgement here. Young. Old. Whatever you're looking for."

You look around the room. An above average number are asian. No doubt reflective of the Japanese roots of the country. But, the general principle he laid out was correct. If you have a particular taste in a woman, you can find her here. You walk over to a cage and reach your hands through the bars. Inside is a curvy black haired asian girl who looks vaguely like Kin. She leans forward and eagerly laps at your hand. It tickles.

The more you look at her, the more a stray thought crosses your mind. Kin had a flyer for this place in her backpack....and a collar. What did that mean?

"The girls you have here." You turn back towards Micah. "Are they ever allowed to leave?"

"No. Never." He shakes his head. "Once they become a puppy, they're the possession of the Akechi Corporation. An owner might decide to free his puppy or remove her collar for long enough for her normal functions to return. However, much of the puppy training is psychological. Those elements are permanent. We keep track of the puppies after sale for legal purposes. It is quite rare for an owner to decide to return human function to a puppygirl."

"How do you get the girls that you turn into puppies?" You ask.

"Exclusively through legal means, I assure you." He must have noticed the concern on your face, because his tone suddently softens. "One wouldn't want any troubles with the authorities." "We offer generous incentives to the families of volunteers that make our contracts quite lucrative for them. A very attractive offer, to be sure. Many choose to be puppies though without need for such crass bribery. The collar produces powerful rushes of endorphins in the subject. It also modifies and enhances the pleasure centers affected by stimulation."

"A life pampered and cared for? Free from want, hunger, or stress? Many girls choose that over working for twenty years, finding a nothing of a husband who can't pay the bills, and then stressing themselves out even more once they have kids. We offer our girls freedom."

"And many take you up on this?" You glance back at the puppy licking your hands. How had she ended up here? What was her story?

"Almost every girl you see here didn't require monetary persuasion." Micah assures you. You're not sure if you should believe him.