Collar of Freedom
By: Dog Treat & Deep Diver
(© 2008 by the Authors)
= Gone on a new
journey but never
forgotten!

“That looks good, I think.  What do you think, Greg?”

Greg had prepared a bag of ice to put on Chippy's crotch and penis to keep down the swelling.

Chippy could not speak to thank Greg for the comfort and care he was receiving so he just decided to lick the man's arm and hands.

“A master piece!”  Greg responded to the vet.

Chapter 4

Chippy laid in his crate for about two weeks after the first procedures, given many treats and the "special water" to keep him from too much pain as well as accelerate the healing process. His brain still changing, his physical condition doing better each day, some of the dogs never made it past this point dying due to the drastic changes. Some thought they weren't ready and only those who wanted their true destiny seemed to survive.  This is one of the reasons these dogs are so expensive.

He was now ready for the next stage of bodily alterations, which would involve hip replacements and altering his other joints and a new facial construction as well.

Chippy was never able to see what he looked like, no mirrors, it wasn't important for a dog to approve or care about his looks, it was only important for the humans to approve since the better he looked the better price that he would bring.

His trainer came for him early in the mornng and led him to the grassy area.   His water had been laced with a loosener and Chippy evaculated everything that was in his intestines.  He was surprised that the odor was less pungent then normal.

Chippy still enjoyed the other strong scents of the area, it was something he was starting to look forward to and dream about, all the smells that he would now catalog in his brain, he had nothing else to worry or think about except these basic things, no more bills, people or relationships, only smells, sounds, and food.

After he was fully evacuated the trainer led him in the direction of the surgery and instinctively Chippy began to resist the lease as they approached the place that he associated with so much pain and anxiety.  Since he had been sleeping most of the time, his muscles had lost a lot of tone.  This was done deliberately to make the bone replacements easier on him.  After healing a new exercise program would be initiated to tone up his muscles once again.

Greg tried to reassure him.  “Chippy, you know this is for your own good and that you want this.  These changes will help fulfill your desires.  Come on now and stop fighting the inevitable. This is a journey you know you have to make. The pictures you saw of a completed pet, they are your destiny.”

But Greg had to use muscle power to drag the reluctant man/dog into the surgical room.  Then when ordered up onto the table, Chippy just whimpered and tried to move towards the door.  This was normal dog behavior so the staff was not surprised and extra attendants were on hand to hoist him up onto the operating table and help strap him down.

Chippy trembled as he was strapped in, the treats shoved into his mouth had the same calming effect as he relaxed into the restraints.

Greg began to comfort him by petting his back as the nurse put a catheter up his penis.  A burning sensation filled his penis as the tube was slid up the opening.  His body tensed and he tried to squeeze down on the muscles that controlled his urine, but there was nothing he could do to prevent this latest intrusion.

Erick could only wonder what they were about to do to him.  He dreaded the pain that was surely to come.

The vet says:  “looks like the penis healed perfectly, as his hand reached below the ass  to slide out the metal dildo that had been in there for two weeks in order to give the artificial vagina its form while it healed.

Erick heard and felt a suction sound as the vet slid it out of his former scrotum.

Expenses were a critical factor as always, so no general anesthesia would be used so that they could avoid the cost of a anesthesiologist.  The nurse pushed a needle into his neck to connect him to an IV since his arms and legs would soon be worked on by the skilled surgeon.  The IV again had saline solution and antibiotics.

Chippy felt a sexual feeling of pleasure as the vet pushed his fingers into the new opening below his penis, a whimper of pleasure came involuntarily from his mouth as the vet fingered him while examining the new pussy.

Basically, Erick was about to lose his major joints which were going to be replaced by bionic ones made out of space age alloys.

The doctor injected his shoulder with a hypodermic needle which would provide the local anesthesia.  Again, Chippy's head was put into a  mechanism that could be used to direct his attention.

A plastic glove with no fingers was placed around each hand and the wrist clamped with a strong wrist restrainer.  Erick's fingers which were poking out the holes as his hand was held tightly in place by the applied plastic glove. The vet took a pair of very sharp shears and easily and quickly just snipped off all the fingers, one by one.   Chippy's eyes opened wide with fear as his human hands slowly became dog paws.

The vet didn't waste any time and hacked the fingers off so quickly knowing the profound effect it would have on Chippy, but this was of no concern to him.

Each finger was swept from the table, one by one, and into a metal pail.

The nerves in each finger made them twitch as they fought for life, but with their blood source cut off, they were soon both motionless and lifeless.

Erick's feet were clamped as well into similar devices leaving about 1/3 of each of his feet sticking out.  Shots were give to dull the pain.

"Oh shit, they aren't even going to leave me my toes!" Erick mourned his loss internally.  He could hear each toe fall into the metal pan.

Then he realized he would have paws instead of feet and that he would only be able to stand up this way on all fours for ever.

Then they began working on his hips and continued making extensive changes, but they knew now Chippy could take it.

The vet first removed each natural joint and then replaced it wit a more dog like metal one.  They he moved hips and knees to shoulders and elbows.

Chippy could barely feel his arms and was not able to bend then yet,  his body was so different, he looked less and less like a man and more and more like the pet that he thought that he wanted to be.

Erick thought that he would pass out a few times, but his morbid curiosity and fear of how far they were  transforming him into the perfect man/dog kept him fully present to the morning's events.

After a few hours of this, he was emotinally exhausted, his body changed so radically, the vet now came around, to his face.

Greg could see how stressed out Chippy was becoming.  He never imagined that so many changes would be made in a single day. Greg rubbed his penis manipulating him into a full erection, trying to distract his trainee.

But the vet knew it was important for a dog to face reality and so for the first time since he arrived at the transformation kennels, a mirror was moved into position so that Erick could watch as his human face was removed.

The vet traced his hands over chippy's face, kind of feeling and evaluating the bone structure.

Then injected Novocaine into Erick's jaws, gums and nose.

His mouth became numb and Chippy was wondering what the vet was  going to do next. 'How am I going to look and what will it feel like?'  Erick wondered.

Artificial dentures much like a dogs bite were inserted under Erick's mouth skin and screwed into his jaw bone.

Greg kept a nice back and forth movement going along the length of Chippy's penis, and Erick wished that he could forget abut what as being done to his mouth, but he just couldn't take his eyes off the mirror.

The vet cut a slice open around the face and put his fingers inside pulling the skin forward, his nose was cut and given and upward lift so it pointed forward. It was an awful experience, but at the same time interesting to him, as he continued to wonder what would he look like.

As his face took on the appearance more and more of a dog his cock began getting harder and harder.  Greg noticed and increased the pumping action of his fist.

It was like Erick's dream coming true.  He could see his face changing before his very eyes.   His nose colored black the nostrils now pointing forward and some new bones added to his face and a jaw made the skin stretch forward.

It became increasingly difficult for the vet surgeon to concentrate on his work as he glanced at the unsheathed cock that was glistening with pre-cum.

looked so nice poking out of Greg's fist.  The vet was pleased that the penis was able to slide smoothly out of its sheath when it became erect.

I looked in the mirror, My face wasn't healed yet, but I actually looked like a dog, a real dog, well almost.  Okay, it wasn't the long snout of a collie but it was no pug's puss either.  I could even move my nose to smell better, it was amazing, I couldn't smile anymore but if I could I would have.

This morning had felt like a walk through hell, watching the amputaions of each finger, toe and tooth, but now seeing a dog's face looking back at him in the mirror brought him over the edge and Chippy shot his wad at least up to his chin!

Yes, it was so sexually arousing to truly be an animal, a dog, a pet, at last!

The vet was pleased with the progress, but felt sorry for the agonizing days ahead that Erick would need once his shoulders, hips, elbows and knees healed.  It was not going to be easy to relearn how to walk especially on all fours.

Greg popped a treat into Chippy's mouth as the nurses began bandaging his face, arms and legs.  He would have to be taken back to his crate on a stretcher.  He would be fed intravenously and kept  semi asleep most of the next two weeks. Then they would begin a regime of physical therapy followed later by relearning how to walk.  In the meantime he would be given large amounts of "special water" and treats that would also cause profound mental as well as physical and emotional changes.

Once back in his crate, the anesthesias began wearing off and Erick was in hell until he found that taking large swings of the water soon brought temporary relief.

Yes it helped so much, and each day he remembered being human but less and less of the details.  Also, handsome Greg with his marvelous hands, would be petting him and occasionally spanking his monkey.  Trying to help him feel good through the rough adjustment period.

Chippy was also bonding with Greg, like no one ever before in his life.

When ever Greg even got near the door, Chippy could smell him and recognize him by the sounds of his foot steps.  It was amazing and he loved Greg's scent especially when he didn't shower or use perfume before coming to work.  The more natural his aroma, the more Chippy savored his scent trail.  Yes, it was a base smell that he loved, it never changed it was Greg's smell.  He would  even have loved to stick his new nose up between Greg's ass cheeks and really get a good whiff of his natural gases.

Once Greg farted near Chippy and forgot himself and said, "Excuse me."  But the odor was like winning the dog lottery.  Chippy inhaled as much of that natural explosion as his lungs permitted.  It was awesome!

Chippy could barely move around in his cage but was getting stronger.

One day, Greg gave him a very special treat when no one else was around, he whipped out his nice seven inch thick cock and let Chippy lick and suck on it.  Well sucking wasn't so easy any more, but when Greg shoved it down Chippy's throat, Chippy fought the gag reflex and kept swallowing.  He watched Greg's face with each swallow and it was clear he was in a state of pure bliss.

His nose taking in the intoxicating musk of Greg's crotch as he took the cock so deep, giving his trainer pleasure was so satisfying to Chippy.  Chippy didn't get to see Greg's beet red face in the cafeteria when someone used the world bestiality.  He had never thought that that word had applied to him and he was caught off guard.

But what the heck, Chippy was giving him much better head than his bitch of a girl friend and he was a human dog after all. He rationalized to himself.

Next thing, Greg surprised Chippy by moving his crate to another room and putting it next to Rex's pen.

This was done to motivate Chippy to cooperate with the physical therapy which was bound to be a very painful and tiring experience.

Rex perked up, looking over at Chippy, they both recognize each others' scents right away. Rex began getting so excited and Chippy was getting anxious, seeing the huge dog again and feeling so deeply attracted.  He wondered how long would it be before he would again feel that Alpha dog taking his new dog cherry!

Greg wanted to let Chippy out of the cage but he was barely able to stand, much less walk.  His legs were not yet able to function, he would need undergo physical therapy to learn to control them, to learn to move like a dog, and no longer as a human.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/04/08