The supervisor arrives.

The supervisor regarded Jeff. “Each time I see a human turned into an Anthropet it still amazes me. Come girl.” He waved her over. She obediently obeyed. A need to please him was ingrained in her now. He had a subdermal chip needle which he pushed into the back of her neck. There was a click and a moment of pain as her identity chip was implanted beneath the skin of her neck. “Good. This can be used to identify you should you ever stray. Or be taken. Anthropets are in demand and some are stolen from unwary owners. We will need a name for you and you will need to be registered to an owner as a breeder. How do you like your new body?” He asked ruffling her ears. She was so much smaller now she realised. An urge to fawningly lick his hand overwhelmed her. Her tale wagged in pleasure. She was uncertain she could speak in response. She may need to learn how to speak. And her vocabulary seemed limited. “Ah yes. A modification specific to our formerly human subjects. There are mental blocks in place that can only be released by voice command by your owner or an executive of Anthropet. Speak freely girl.” He scratched behind her ear and she felt her leg twitching.

The male dog Anthropet moved to the edge of his cage and inhaled her scent. He seemed keenly interested. “Ah yes. As a breeder you will be perpetually in heat. Well until you conceive. You should put that in your story,” he laughed, “Perhaps if you could still read and write...” He led her away from the other recent transformers to a waiting van where a large chauffeur waited. “Time to go to your new home...” the executive said as he motioned for her to get in. There was a collar and leash therein which he casually fastened about her neck. He turned to the chauffeur. “The Senator will like this one. It’s the reporter that did the expose on his campaign donators.”

The chauffeur laughed. “Really? That was a guy if I recall correctly. Jeff something or other. Pay back is gonna be a bitch.” He agreed.

“She’s fully primed for breeding.” The executive noted. “Thank the senator for me.”

“Hah. You’ve solved a number of problems for him... all the bitches in his kennels were people that have crossed him.”