Kin the Puppygirl

It was Kin.

In the center of the room was a large open enclosure, much like where they'd been keeping Daisy. This one too held a puppygirl. She looked like all the rest, naked and crawling on all fours in nothing besides the trademark puppy collar. Only, this one was your crush. Kin was wearing the pink collar you found in her backpack back in the quad. The one with the tag that said "Princess". There was no mistake about her features either. The same luscious curves that you'd been so enamored with with were even more luscious and awe inspiring without her tight jeans to cover them.

If there was any doubt as to what she was doing here, it didn't last long. She was sitting on all fours with her tongue panting out. Her eyes were different too. She had the same vacant mindless expression he'd seen on the faces of all the other puppy girls. Kin was a puppy girl too. There was no doubt about it.

You hesitantly took a step forward, trying not to let the shock show on your face. It takes all your mental energy not to go slack jawed. This explains why she had an ad for this place in her backpack. Still, What did this all mean? Hadn't he said that puppy girls didn't have any outside life? Was she new?