(Note: This story has some elements of bondage, spanking, ff, and role-
       playing and fantasy along with some sci-fi elements in future parts.)


Patty On A Leash - 1


     Patty was winding her way around the corner, finishing
up her part-time job walking Mrs. Fisher's two dogs. It was a
simple job, but she was a very nice woman who lived about two
blocks away from where Patty lives, and after playing with
the dogs on her way home from school, she spoke with Mrs.
Fisher and struck a deal.

     Mrs. Fisher was an attractive woman, about 30 years old,
with short blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.  She was
about 5'11", and was in great shape.  Often, before Patty
took the job, Mrs. Fisher could be seen walking with or
jogging with the dogs around the neighborhood in tight
spandex shorts and exercise pants.  She was a very quiet
woman, keeping to herself, but friendly.

     Patty was a petite 18 year old in her last year of high
school. She had well-formed legs and hips from her
cheerleading all during her school years, and had nice sized
breasts with perfectly round nipples.  The extra cash she
earned from taking care of the dogs would go towards her
college fund, but she liked the animals very much, so she
very much enjoyed her work.

     It was dusk when she finally got the two dogs, both
Golden Retrievers, one male and one female, back to the
house.  When she got to the back door, Mrs. Fisher was
waiting, concerned something had happened to them.

     "I am glad to see you Patty, it was getting late and I
had feared something was wrong".

     "Sorry for the delay", Patty explained as she hung up
the dogs leashes.  "We were having a good run, so I wanted to
give them a full workout while we had the light".  "They look
rested, don't they?"

     Patty, you take such good care of them, I appreciate it
so much, it is so hard to watch them while I have to take
care of some business, I am glad they are in good hands".
"Come into the living room and rest awhile with me"

     They both walked into the large Victorian style homes
living room, and relaxed on the plush furniture Mrs. Fisher
had throughout the home.  Her two loyal pets came in and
rested on their respected animal beds.  Patty noticed how
well she took care of her pets needs, she treated them just
like she would a human.

     "Can I get you a glass of soda or water Patty, you must
be thirsty after the run?"

     "Yes, thanks, it was very tiring.

     Mrs. Fisher walked over to the bar and poured some soda
into a large glass with ice.  She walked over to where Patty
was sitting, put the drink down in front of her, and then sat
across from her on the other couch.

     Patty must have been dry, she drank the entire glass
down in a matter of moments.  Mrs. Fisher called the dogs
over to her, and they both jumped up on the couch and sat
down beside her, much to the surprise of Patty, who did not
think she ever allowed them on the furniture.

     "On special occasions, I let them up on the furniture,
it is so relaxing up here, it makes you want to stretch out
and relax, doesn't it?"

     Patty was inclined to agree.  She was starting to get
very tired, taking the dogs out for exercise today mush have
knocked her out more than she realized.  She wanted to leave,
but she found herself becoming very comfortable there on the
couch.

     Mrs. Fisher walked over to the couch, and started to
massage the legs of the very groggy Patty.  The two dogs also
came over to where Patty was, and sat down on each side of
her.

     "Excuse me Mrs. Fisher. I am not feeling well, I think I
will go home now" and tried to stand up. Walking about two
steps, she collapsed onto the couch.  Mrs. Fisher ordered the
dogs off the couch to their beds, walked over and picked
Patty up, and carried her out of the room.

     Patty was very much out of it, but could vaguely pick up
on some of the things which were happening to her, but she
thought it was all a dream.  She thought she felt someone
taking off her clothing, bathing her, and cutting her hair.

     She also thought she felt her hands being tied and bound
as well as her legs, but each time she thought she was coming
to, she blanked out again.

     In what seemed like hours to her, Patty woke up slowly,
feeling a chill on her back.  She tried to move to stand up,
but her legs were constricted, as were her arms. She was
lying on her side, with her arms and legs pulled in front of
her.  She was resting on soft material, similar to what she
found in the living room furniture.

     She heard the door open, and Mrs. Fisher walked in.
Patty had never seen her like this before.  She was wearing a
black mini dress, black stockings, and very high heels with
an ankle strap.  She had her hair tightly pulled up, and was
carry some leather straps and chains.

     "Well my little puppy, how are we feeling today?" she
asked a puzzled Patty, who was try to get up still.  "Are you
trying to stand up, well, this is not they way you do it any
more, so try sliding out of you little bed, and get up on all
fours, come on!"

     Patty started to slide out of the bed she was lying on,
and again tried to stand up.  Her ankles and wrists were
bound tightly and connected to each other, and her head was
also tied to the straps which ran from ankle to wrist.  The
was only one thing she could do, walk on all fours!

     She crawled over to where Mrs. Fisher was, slipping
slightly along the way.  Patty's finger and toe nails were
painted red, and she was wearing white stockings with a thin
snap thong covering her crouch.  A thin and small strip of
spandex material covered her breasts, and around her neck was
a collar with a hook for a chain.  Her hair was permed up and
had red ribbons in it.

     "Yes my sweet little Patty, I saw how much you enjoyed
the lifestyle my dogs enjoyed, and I like you SO very much, I
thought I would allow you to enjoy their lives and in the
process help me with my work."

     Patty tried to pull apart the straps holding her down,
but it was impossible, they were too tight and thick.  With
almost a dog like instinct, she tried chewing on the straps.
Mrs. Fisher laughed at the site.

     "Gee, I have not even started to train you and you are
already starting to act like a puppy!"

     Patty looked up to her with tears in her eyes.  "Why are
you doing this to me?"

     "My business is in the medical field, helping to find
ways have controlling behavior in people who have problems or
who need help.  I also do a little research on the side in
testing the behavior of animals, especially dogs, which I
like so much".

     "You have so many positive qualities, you would make an
excellent candidate for some trials, and this was the best
way to do it".  "Beside, I found you attractive and the dogs
like you too".

     "So what will happen to me know?"  Patty sobbed as she
stood on all fours on the floor.

     "You will live like a dog, be fed, watered, and receive
injections which will give you dog like behavior in no time.
Soon you will not be able to talk, you speech ability will be
temporally suppressed."  "You also will not be able to walk,
you will not need the straps, you will automatically get on
all fours and walk this way."  "You will be a dog!"

     Mrs. Fisher walked over to her, and patted her on the
head.  She reached underneath and pulled the leash ring on
her collar around and hooked it to the leash in her hand. She
gave it a tight pull, and Patty's head popped up, pulling her
arms up.

     "Come on Patty, can you sit up and beg for me, come on,
beg, pant little puppy".

     She resisted, and spit into Mrs. Fisher's face.  Wiping
the spit away, she grew angry, and let go of the leash. She
walked over and picked up a rolled up newspaper.

     "You have been very bad, and you must be punished, you
must be spanked!" she yelled down to Patty in a firm voice.

     Patty tried to move away quickly, but she was not used
to being on all fours, and could not move quickly.  Her silk
stockings made her slip as she moved on the finished wooden
floors, which is one of the main reason she was made to wear
them.  Mrs. Fisher grabbed her by the collar, and starting
hitting her on the behind.

     "Bad girl!, bad girl!, when you are told to behave, you
BETTER do as I say!" she yelled as she spanked her bottom.

     Patty was crying, the tight straps and Mrs. Fisher's
strong grip on the collar strap preventing her from moving
away.  After several more strikes, she pulled the newspaper
away.  Reaching around, she grabbed the leash again and
pulled Patty's head and arms up.

     "Now, will you beg for me, come on, pant and beg for me,
you know how its done, you made my puppies do it, now, so can
you".

     Patty looked at her, and with tears in her eyes, pushed
herself back onto her knees, lifted her arms up with her
hands forward, and started panting.

     With Mrs. Fisher laughing, Patty continued to pant, her
tongue hanging out.  The way she was holding herself up on
the balls of her feet made it appear she was on hind legs.
The light in the room shimmered off her sparse spandex
covering and silk stockings.  It appeared Patty was
submitting to Mrs. Fisher, less risking another beating.

     Mrs. Fisher walked over to her and patted her on the
head.  "That's a good girl, come on, lets get you something
to drink".  Patty got down onto all fours again, and Mrs.
Fisher took her by the leash and walked her out of the room
towards the kitchen.

     Patty was moving slowly, but was following along
obediently.  Once inside the spacious kitchen, Mrs. Fisher
led her over to the sink area where the dogs bowls are kept.

     "Are you thirsty, of course you are, well, I have got a
present for you!" she said with a grin on her face.  Letting
go of the leash, she filled a dish with water and put it in
front of her.  It was a bright white dish with "Patty"
inscribed on the side.  Patty turned her head away, but Mrs.
Fisher pulled it back towards the dish.

     "If you want to drink, start laping away at the water,
otherwise, do without, those are the choices!" Patty heard
bellowing out of Mrs. Fisher, who was growing angry again.

     Sensing she may be hit again, and feeling dry, Patty
bowed her head down and started laping at the water.  She
found it difficult to learn to do, but soon was able to take
on some water.  Mrs. Fisher kneeled down along side her and
started to pat her on the head again.

     "Yes my pretty little thing, you are learning to obey
quickly, I like this" she said with glee in her eye.  Again
pulling on the leash, she pulled Patty away from the bowl and
walked her back into the living room.

     "Well, I have to go out for awhile, so you will have to
stay here with the pups until I return".  She unhooked the
leash and put it on the table.

     "You can do what you want, walk around, play, sleep,
just do not get any ideas about trying to call out or getting
to an open door.  The phone lines in this room are off when I
am not here, and the doors and windows are locked and the
drapes drawn so nobody can see in".

     Patty was moving around the room slowly trying to see if
she could see out or get out, instead all she did was tired
herself out. Dejected, she walked over to her bed, and fell
onto her side, tears flowing down her face.  The next sound
she heard was the door slamming shut as Mrs. Fisher walked
out.



Patty On A Leash - 2

     When she awoke, Patty found the two dogs waiting by the
door, waiting for Mrs. Fisher to come and take them out.
Usually by this time, Patty would have come and taken them
out, but she was now in need of someone to help her.

     Patty crawled out from her bed, and walked over to the
door where the dogs were.  Mrs. Fisher came in, and patted
each of the dogs as they jumped up and down on her.  Patty
was sitting there on her legs, trying to loosen the stain
from the straps, her eyes red from crying.

     "Well my pretty young thing, it seems the pups here have
to go outside, what about you, do you need a walk?" she said
with a vicious grin on her face.

     Patty pleaded with her, "please, let me go, let me up, I
have too, I need to....." her voice trailed off as she turned
her head down.

     "First I have to take care of them, then you, so just
sit tight and wait".  With this, Mrs. Fisher took the dogs
out into the yard.

     Patty walked over to the window, and looked outside from
what she could see at her height.  It was getting darker out,
so they would be inside soon.  Suddenly she had an awful
thought, would she make her go outside?  She crawled as fast
as she could back to her bed, hoping Mrs. Fisher would
become tied up doing other things and forget about her for
now.  This would not be her luck.

     The dogs came running in, and Mrs. Fisher walked over to
her bed.  Reaching around her neck, she clipped the leash
onto the collar and pulled her up on all fours.

     "Come on Patty, it is time for you".  She tried pulling
away, but as usual Mrs. Fisher had a tight grip on her. She
reached around and smacked Patty across the behind once very
hard, causing Patty to almost fall.  Mrs. Fisher reached
around to Patty's waist, and unsnapped the thin thong which
covered her crotch area.  She blushed with embarrassment.

     "Well my dear, we can't have you outside where you could
be seen, so I will take you downstairs to a special setup I
have for you, come on".

     With a great deal of fear in her eyes, with a cool
breeze blowing through her middle, she trotted on all fours
down the hall on the leash with Mrs. Fisher.  On the way,
Mrs. Fisher's hands found their way over her ass, running it
over and over.  This was making her feel uneasy and horny,
which made her very nervous.

     Mrs. Fisher slowly took Patty down the steps to her
finished basement area.  It was difficult for Patty getting
down the steps, she slid slightly on her stockings, and the
straps did not give her good balance.

     "If you would learn how to walk on your own quicker, you
would not need the straps" Mrs. Fisher told her has she
reached the last step and was finally on the floor.

     "What happens to me now?"  Patty asked as Mrs. Fisher
stopped her near another door in the basement.

     She unlocked the door, which led to a room where Patty
saw a large boxed in area filled with sand and tree branches.
She led Patty into it, and unhooked the leash.

     "Here you go my dear, I will be waiting outside for you,
just yell when ready".  She started to turn and walk away.

     "Wait, I cannot do this, please, don't make me do this!"
Patty cried out to her.  Mrs. Fisher kept walking and told
her, "it is this, or nothing else, so I would get used to
it".  With that, she walked out the door.

     Patty stood there on all fours, wondering what to do
next.  She had to take care of business, but did not want to
do it here.  Sensing no other choice, she moved around to
make the straps somewhat out of the way, stood up on her feet
and spread her legs as wide as possible, and relieved
herself.

     Once finished, she made sure she rolled away from what
she had done, and crawled out of the box, ashamed at what she
had become and what she had to do.  Mrs. Fisher came back
into the room.

     "There, was that so bad little girl" she said has she
hooking Patty to her leash. "Pretty soon you will get used to
that, it will become second nature".  She took out Patty's
thong and snapped it around her again.  "We have to keep you
pretty, don't want to have you crawling around with your
parts hanging out!".  She led Patty out of the room and back
up the stairs.

     Once in the main room, Patty tried to walk over to her
bed area, but was pulled down the hall.  She was walking
fairly well, learning to balance herself on her feet and not
letting the straps trip her up.  She was brought into a room
which had several large cages in it, an examination table,
and lots of research information and equipment.  Trying to
pull away in fear, she was grabbed underneath by Mrs. Fisher
and picked up and placed on the table.  Only the fear of
falling with being able to catch herself kept her from trying
to jump off.

     Mrs. Fisher unhooked the straps which connected her legs
to her arms, so Patty was able to stretch out.  This was a
error Mrs. Fisher counted on, because as soon as she did,
Patty was restrained to the table by her hands and feet.

     "No, let me up, let me go, help!, please, oh....." with
this a ball gag was inserted into her mouth, quieting her
down.  Patty looked around nervously as Mrs. Fisher prepared
some needles in the corner.

     "I guess you are wondering what these are, well, this is
part of what I was talking about when you first woke up, this
is the research".  "I have taken a drug which deadens nerves
and impulses in the brain, and mixed it with another compound
found in certain dogs, one which controls behavior and
response to verbal commands and actions".

     "You are going to be injected with several of these
now".  "Over the next few hours, you will lose the ability to
talk, to walk, to think with any complexity".

     "In the meantime, your brain will process the chemical
which I have taken from the animals and you will start
reacting to the stimulus and the actions you are told and
shown".  "While you are lying here, I will play dog training
and obedience tapes over and over for you as the drugs take
effect, the results should have you barking and running
around here like the pups in no time!"

     Patty cried into heavy sobs as Mrs. Fisher walked over
to her.  She wiped the tears away, kissed her on the
forehead, and began the injections.  One by one, the
injections were administered to her, and she slowly stopped
resisting and soon was lying quite still.

     Finishing up the medical part, Mrs. Fisher cleaned up
the lab and prepared to shut down for the night. Patty was
lying there on the table on her stomach now, headset on
playing obedience tapes and other sounds over and over in
conjunction with the video tapes being played in front of
her.  This would go on for the next 24 hours or so.

     Mrs. Fisher turned down the lights, and walked out the
door.  Patty was on the table motionless, enthralled with
what was happening on screen, as the new chemicals pulsed
through her body.


Patty On A Leash - 3



     Just about two days later, Mrs. Fisher checked her
remote monitors and charts and concluded Patty's initial
treatment should be sufficient for now.  Picking up her
leash, she headed down to the treatment center in the cellar.

     Patty was now lying in a large cage on her side, having
been moved there after the initial 24 hours. A sedative kept
her asleep while the treatments continued, and her body was
in the same position any dog would be found in while
sleeping.

     Mrs. Fisher shut down the IV machines feeding the
materials into Patty, and removed all of the tubes and
needles.  It would be a few minutes before she awoke, once
the IV was removed, the drug would become inactive.  Mrs.
Fisher closed the cage door, and waited to see what Patty's
reactions and response would be when she awoke.

     Patty started to blink her eyes slightly, and began to
slowly move her arms.  She was still very groggy, but was
starting to come around. Mrs. Fisher walked over to the cage
and started calling her.

     "Come on girl, time to wake up, come on, time to see how
my handy work came off this time!"  Patty slowly started to
stand, and for the first time, she stopped trying to stand
any further once she stood on all fours.

     "What have yourr done torr me, grrr?", her voice trailed
off, with many of the words mixed with low growling sounds.
She was having trouble forming complete words and sentences.

     "It would appear your first treatments have taken well,
you are already starting to lose your ability to speak, and I
think once I let you out, you will walk around a lot better
without your straps".

     Mrs. Fisher walked over to the cage, opened the safety
gate, and started to rub Patty's head.  She tried to speak
against, but all that would come out were mumbled words and
whimpers.  Sensing she might be stable to move, Mrs. Fisher
closed the safety gate, picked up Patty's leash, and went
over to the cage to take her out.

     Once the door was opened, Patty walked slowly on all
fours out the door and onto the floor.  With the straps now
unhooked, she seemed to move a lot easier and with more
comfort and stability with her new position.

     Mrs. Fisher clipped the leash onto her collar, and
kneeled down to pat her head and rub her under her chin.  By
natural instinct, Patty rubbed her face into Mrs. Fisher's
hand, and when she put her hand out in front of her, stuck
out and licked her hand with her tongue.

     Mrs. Fisher was very impressed, this was the first of
her test subjects which responded so quickly to the initial
treatments.  Putting the leash down for the moment to close
up the cage and tidy up the area, Patty lied down on the
floor, arms in front of her, head down, legs behind her.

     When Mrs. Fisher walked over to her to pick up the
leash, she tried to speak again.  "Please, do not dorr this
torr me, I don't......grrr.......and broke into some small
grunts and barks.  She kept barking, it was quiet because she
did not have a lot of strength yet, and her female voice did
not have a high pitch to make it piercing.

     Mrs. Fisher was glowing with success as her little dog
walker barked away on the floor.  She petted her on the head
again, and this seemed to calm her down. Pulling on the
leash, Patty picked herself up and trotted down the hallway.

     She took the stairs a lot better, the silk stockings
still were a source of some slipping, but it made her a lot
prettier.

     There was something deep inside Patty's brain which was
telling her this was wrong, but the new chemistry pulsing
through her system was repressing these feelings and ideas.

     Instead of being able to speak words, she found herself
walking with her mouth open, tongue wagging, as she was
brought back to the main floor.  The audio and video tapes
had made a strong impression on her mind.

     Once upstairs, Mrs. Fisher led her into the spacious
living room.  The two other dogs came running over to Patty
and began to sniff her.  The treatments allowed Patty's body
to emit a scent similar to a female dog through her sweat
glands, and her sounds and yelping had caught the attention
of the other dogs before she came upstairs.  The dogs licked
Patty's face and back, and she rubbed up against them in
response.

     Mrs. Fisher sent them away.  She unhooked the leash from
Patty's collar, and pulled her up on the couch.  She jumped
up in one shot, pulling herself up with her arms and palms.

     Patty was still very tired, and layed down on her side,
instantly putting her arms and legs down in front of her,
staring out at the TV screen activated by Mrs. Fisher.

     "Such a sweet little girl, you have responded so well, I
will have to rethink the rest of the procedure for you, and
perhaps take you to a more advanced stage!"

     Mrs. Fisher noticed the light as it reflected off
Patty's stockings, despite all of the medication and
transformation, she was still quite a woman.  Since dogs like
to have their stomachs rubbed, she put her hand underneath
Patty's stomach and started rubbing it back and forth slowly,
then alternating to circles moving up underneath her breasts.

     Patty's senses did not know how to react to this, her
sub-conscious took this as a sexual advance, her brain was
telling her to accept it as playful petting by her owner.

     Patty rolled onto her back, pulled her arms and legs
back and held them in the air, allowing Mrs. Fisher to use
both her hands to massage her entire body down to her vagina.

     Mrs. Fisher's hands found their way to Patty's female
parts, and without warning, she took two fingers and entered
her.  Probing back and forth inside of her, Patty began to
move her legs back and forth in response.  She was getting
wet, as was Mrs. Fisher, who was now rubbing deep inside her
own body.

     Patty was whimpering, if she could speak, she would no
doubt be moaning loudly right now.  Continuing to work
inside herself also, Mrs. Fisher was working Patty into a
frenzy of whimpering and body movements.  After a few minutes
of bucking her hips forward, Patty collapsed into a massive
orgasm, flowing into Mrs. Fisher's hands.

     With Patty still lying on her back, Mrs. Fisher layed
back herself and continued to work on herself.  She was
emitting soft moans, loud enough to catch the attention of
the dogs, and of course Patty.  Rolling over onto all fours,
she crawled over to Mrs. Fisher, put her head between Mrs.
Fisher's legs, and started lapping at her.

     As Mrs. Fisher's moans grew faster and louder, Patty's
tongue moved faster and faster back and forth. Grabbing
Patty's head, she let go of her own orgasm, which Patty
continued to lap up, licking all around her.

     Exhausted, Mrs. Fisher closed her legs and stood up off
the couch. Clipping the leash to Patty's collar, she called
her off the couch and led her out of the room.  "Come my
little girl. I need to rest, and I want my little girl to be
lying there waiting for me with the rest of the puppies".

     Led into Mrs. Fisher's huge bedroom, Patty was allowed
to lay down across some huge feather pillows, while the other
two dogs came in and rested there also.  Mrs. Fisher
stretched out on her bed, and was soon drifting off to sleep.

     Patty's eyes slowly started to close on this day.  She
could not recall or remember much of anything, but she knew
her life was changing and would be changing more.  Not
knowing what had happened to others who came before her, she
did not know how true this was.


PATTY ON A LEASH - 4



     As the light from the early morning sun started coming
thru the slits in the blinds, Patty awoke from her sleep, and
climbed down off the bed.

     She really was not fully awake yet, but she was able to
walk around the floor, stretching her legs.  She did not
realize she was sniffing around the furniture as she moved
around the floor, she also was moving with a great deal of
ease on her all fours.

     Mrs. Fisher awoke soon after, and after rolling over a
few times in her large, soft bed, she too got up, and walked
over to where her new little puppy was standing.  She kneeled
down and was scratching Patty under the chin, who responded
by licking her hand.

     "Such a sweet little girl, come with me, I will give you
some fresh water".  Instead, Patty, at a fast pace, moved
past her towards the door which led to the basement, to the
sandbox.

     "What is it, do you have to go out, come on, speak, tell
me what you want".

     Patty walked over to the door, and lifted herself up and
started pawing at the door, and emitted short and rapid loud
barks.  Her sounds attracted the other dogs, who came running
in behind her.

     Mrs. Fisher petted each of them and called them over to
the outside door and pushed it open, letting them run free in
the yard.  She then looked down at Patty, looking up at her
pawing at the door.

     "You need to go downstairs little puppy, well, come on,
lets go and see what you have learned".  She opened the door,
and Patty moved slowly but with confidence down the steps and
ran through the basement to the other door leading to the
special room.

     Mrs. Fisher followed shortly behind and unlocked the
door, and Patty climbed into the box and went about her
business.  She soon climbed back out and came out of the
room, and sat back on her legs in front of Mrs. Fisher.

     "Well my little girl, you behaving so well, I may have
to treat you, would that make you happy, speak for mommy,
come on, speak little puppy".

     Patty began to bark over and over, pulling her hands in
the air, trying to paw at Mrs. Fisher.  She responded by
petting Patty on the head, and started walking away down the
cellar hall.  Patty quickly followed her down the hall,
yelping most of the way.

     Making her way to another storage room, Mrs. Fisher
brought Patty inside to where there was another dog lying on
a doggie bed.  Patty could sense other dogs there also.  She
tried moving over to where the scents were coming from, but
Mrs. Fisher grabbed her by the collar and clipped her to the
leash attached on the wall.

     "I brought you here Patty because this new mommy here
needs some assistance, and you have just the right "parts" to
help her out with".  With this, she moved a board away from
the doorway where she was standing and six puppies came
running out towards her and the dog lying in its bed.

     "You see Patty, this little mommy dog is just too tired
from feeding her many pups, this is her second litter in such
a short time".

     "With you here, we can put those milk filled tits to
use, and get you prepared for when you have your own little
pups, I might even let the dog who studed this litter try
you!"

     Patty appeared to be alarmed at the dogs overrunning
her, and watching them pull at their mother for milk. The
mother dog just layed there as the pups fed on her.

     Mrs. Fisher unhooked Patty, and brought her over to
another doggie bed where she was tied down.  Mrs. Fisher
removed the spandix strip which covered her breasts, and
gently rubbed her breasts and nipples, making them moist and
leaky.

     Patty's nipples had become slightly longer due to the
treatments, so when Mrs. Fisher brought two puppies over to
her, they instantly went to Patty's breasts and started
drawing on them, causing her some initial pain and soreness
from their rough treatment.

     With maternal and animal instinct, she nuzzled and
licked the pups as they fed on her, and allowed each puppy to
in turn come over and feed from her full breasts.  Mrs.
Fisher looked at this and smiled with delight.

     "Well my little girl, you are taking such good care of
these little pups, I think this treatment and training, you
may be ready for some of your own!"  "I think I will leave
you here for awhile to get used to this part of your new
life, and will be back for you later, when we will start your
treatments again."

     Mrs. Fisher came back a few hours later, and found both
the dog, the puppies and Patty asleep, with one of the pups
suckling lightly on one of Patty's nipples, drawing her sweet
milk out.

     She took the pup away from Patty, and put it with the
others by its mom, where it soon was asleep next to its
brothers and sisters.  Gently she shook Patty awake. and she
stood up.

     "Well my little milk machine, did you enjoy feeding the
little pups, they seemed to like it VERY much!"  Mrs. Fisher
took Patty's covering and pulled it around her breasts,
pulling them tight and covering them up.  She noticed some
moisture leaking through the fabric.

     "Patty, you are leaking, you must be so full inside
those beautiful breasts of yours, well, cannot have you
walking around with your tits swaying in the breeze dripping
milk!"  She unhooked the covering again, and while Patty
looked up at her with a ver curious face, she picked up a
carry bag and pulled a breast pump out of it.

     Mrs. Fisher proceeded to drain the ample milk from
Patty's breasts as she layed on her back, stomach being
patted by Mrs. Fisher.  In no time she filled up several
bottles with her sweet milk.  She re-attached the covering
around her breasts again, and hooked a leash to Patty's
collar.

     "Come my little girl, there are tests to be done, and
treatments to be given to you".  Her breasts tender and sore,
she walked with Mrs. Fisher slowly down the hallway,
balancing herself now with ease on all fours, walking towards
the next step in this process Mrs. Fisher was putting her
through, her awareness of her previous personality and
situation quickly vanishing from memory.

     Patty soon found herself back in the same room where the
transformation process began.  Mrs. Fisher picked Patty up
and put her on the examination table.  She tried to resist,
but she was scared, so she stood on the table shaking and
crying.

     Looking around, Patty saw some other dogs in cages
around the room.  There were many different types of dogs
being kept, large and small.  In a larger cage in the corner
of the room, she saw a large golden retriever inside, running
back and forth to the cage door.  The dog seemed very
excited, and some of the other dogs also seemed excited by
the retrievers presences and scent.

     Mrs. Fisher came over to Patty, and before she could
react pricked her skin with a needle and administered a long
injection of a clear fluid inside her.  This was followed by
two more similar injections.  Patty was feeling warm, and was
now laying down on the table.

     "Well Patty, you must stay here now while this material
takes hold of your system".  "From here, if all goes
according to schedule, you will spend some time in the cage
there and I will monitor you reactions and see what
and how you physically react and what happens from your
encounter."

     "Meanwhile, this small injection will make you sleep and
allow the chemicals to do their work".  Patty felt one more
needle prick her skin, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

     What she could not hear or feel was Mrs. Fisher picking
up her limp body and putting it on a rolling table and
bringing it over to the cage where the retriever was.

     Patty's undergarment was removed, and she was placed on
a bed on the opposite side of the cage.  The retriever
sniffed around close where she was, but a screen kept them
apart, for now.  The retriever layed down in front of the
screen, eyeing the sleeping Patty.

Subject: NEW: patty5 (1/1) f nc
From: lee.holeva@channel1.com (Lee Holeva)

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   A while ago someone posted a story, "Patty on a Leash", parts 1
to 4. I thought the story excellent, though incomplete. Thinking
that such a fine story deserved an ending, I took it upon myself to
write one. Here's my version of part 5 of "Patty on a Leash": Note:
the following addition was written by an author other than the
person who wrote chapters 1-4. This person couldn't wait for the
sequel!

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                     Patty On A Leash - 5
                       by Neuralmancer

   While Patty slept, more physical transformations occurred. Over
a period of several days, a layer of fur, the color exactly
matching her original hair color grew over 90 per cent of Patty's
body. Most thick along her back and over her buttocks, the fur
tended to thin out across her belly. Patty's breasts, vagina, plus
the soles of her hands and feet were left bare. Even Patty's face
became covered with a fine layer of hair. Patty would never ware
clothing again.

   Patty's body started to become more dog-like. She was being
reshaped. Her hands and feet began to reshape themselves into paws.
Her arms started to lengthen while her legs began to shorten.
Patty's facial features began to change as well. Ears lengthened.
Her nose flattened out. And simultaneously the lower half of her
face began to extend itself into the shape of a dog's snout.
Canines developed. Mrs. Fisher's injections had the effect of
altering Patty's genetic makeup.

   Patty's physical alterations would take place according to the
pattern of her previous humanoid form. For example, from her
coccyx, her tail bone, a dog's tail would begin to grow. The
general proportions of Patty's torso would change little from her
previously human form. Unlike most conventionally created dogs,
Patty's hips and chest would remain much larger than her waist. The
sex organs of the previously human dogs remained virtually
unchanged. An additional distinction is that she would not develop
any additional pairs of tits. Her present pair of breasts, the size
of which actually increased by the effect of the treatments, would
have to suffice to feed any of her future offspring. A generous
milk capacity compensated. The limitation of the number of tits on
the female dogs was one of the reasons that Mrs. Fisher desired to
create more of the special bitch dogs. A minimum number were
required to nurse the pups that were being born.

   More than physical differences such as the number of pairs of
tits of the bitches distinguished Mrs. Fisher's transformed dogs
from the more normally produced variety. A more subtle difference
between the two classes of dogs was the dramatically increased
intelligence of Mrs. Fisher's animals.

   Obviously, Patty's canine transformation wasn't going to be one
hundred percent effective. Some remnants of patty's previous human
condition would remain. Although Patty's physical alterations would
be permanent, her humanity would only be suppressed, not
eliminated. Occasionally in the absence of the effect of her new
bestial instincts, glimmers of rational thought would come forth.
In the battle over rationality versus canine instincts, the
instinctual response of a dog would dominate.

   Mrs. Fisher watched as Patty awoke. After patty's days of sleep,
she was considerably more a dog. The beginnings of a retriever
perhaps. The transformation would take many more weeks to complete.
Patty got up and sat on her hindquarters.  Hearing the other dogs,
she was at first unsure on how to react. Sniffing the air while
simultaneously turning her head around, Patty then noticed the male
retriever. Any confusion quickly disappeared. Sexual hormones
immediately began to take affect. The male retriever took notice as
well. His large penis quickly became erect. Patty rose up and
rubbed herself against the screen separating the two animals.  In
addition to her broadcast of sexual pheromones, her vagina began to
become very lubricated. Unfortunately, all the male could do was to
sniff Patty's vagina. The screen prevented their mating.

   Mrs. Fisher beamed. Hurrying over to Patty she promptly removed
Patty from the cage. As Patty stood on all fours on the floor, Mrs.
Fisher reached down with he right hand to stroke patty's vagina. It
was very wet. "Just waking up and already in Heat! Not right now
Patty dear, your not quite ready." Turning her attention to the
male retriever, Mrs. Fisher said, "She'll be yours soon enough. You
know darn well that Patty needs to develop a bit more before you
may have your pleasure."

   The next few weeks were devoted to helping the new mother dog
feed her many puppies. Patty greatly enjoyed this. She would lye on
her back as the puppies came to in pairs to nurse. Their sucking
was quite pleasurable. One by one the little pups would come over
to Patty and clamp their tiny mouths to one of her extended
nipples. Frequently Patty would have one pup at each tit vigorously
sucking away her sweet milk. As the days progressed, the nursing of
the pups became easier and easier. Patty was transforming more
every day into a dog.

   Patty began to think how she would like to have her own pups.
Her thoughts returned to the lusty male retriever.  Occasionally
when Mrs. Fisher was occupied with something else, Patty would
sneak over to the male retriever's cage. By a sequence of mutual
barks and whimpers Patty and the male retriever would communicate
their common desires.

   Like Patty, the mother dog had only a single pair of tits. Her
bodily proportions were distinctively not like that of a dog. Each
dog eyed the other during the feedings. Patty had no idea what the
other bitch had been through. Patty would experience it soon
enough.

   One day, Mrs. Fisher clipped a leash to Patty's collar and
walked her to the examination room. By this time Patty's physical
transformation was complete. "Now Patty it appears that you are
finally ready for mating." Mrs. Fisher then led Patty to a much
large cage wherein the male retriever had already been placed.

   "Here she is, all ready for you. I know I can count on you boy."
With that Mrs. Fisher pushed Patty into the cage with the male
retriever. Instincts took over. The scent of bitch in heat greatly
excited the male dog. His penis became very stiff and large. Unlike
most male dogs, his penis lacked a penis bone, betraying his
origins.  Going over to Patty, he first sniffed her vaginal area.
Patty replied with whimpers. He then promptly mounted her. With a
rapid forward thrust of his hind quarters, his penis entered her
wet vagina and he began to pump.

   Not missing a bit of the mating was Mrs. Fisher. As if she was
watching a porno-movie, Mrs. Fisher's eyes remained fixated to the
TV monitors. Reaching down to her cunt with her right hand, Mrs.
Fisher stroked herself as the mating progressed. With a knowledge
coming from much practice, Mrs. Fisher located the tiny bud of her
clitoris. Just like a little penis, her clitoris stiffened to her
touch. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Watching the two dogs go at it
made Mrs. Fisher extremely horny.

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   Patty was overwhelmed by the desire to copulate. An emptiness
that she couldn't quite fathom had to be filled.  She brushed up
against the male dog while whimpering her desires. This action
resulted in the male promptly taking her. From behind, he thrust
his penis deeply into her. Grasping her sides with his front paws,
her then bit down on the back of her neck. Growling deeply, he
furiously pumped his penis into her. Rocking back and forth, Patty
expectantly meant his eager thrusts. Patty was being overwhelmed by
spasms of pleasure. Keeping her mouth open, quick pants barely kept
up with her body's oxygen demands. Deep primordial instincts that
she couldn't control took over the movements of her dog body.

   Finally joined with a loud growl, the male dog came within
Patty's vagina. She was filled to overflowing with dog sperm.
Relaxing a bit he then withdrew from Patty and, his job finished
for now, proceeded to relax in a corner of the cage.

   Recovering her senses, bizarre thoughts cursed through Patty's
mind. The canine part of her satisfied, what was left of her
humanity temporarily regained possession. Something did not seem
right. She had just had sexual intercourse with a dog! Patty sat
down on her hind quarters and pondered her situation. Her vagina as
well as the back of her neck were somewhat sore. But what could be
so odd about sexual relations between her and her canine lover?
After all, was she not also a dog? hadn't she always been a dog?
Some deep suppressed memory told her that she wasn't meant to be
this way. Why was she having these thoughts in the first place? 
Something was amiss.

   Mrs. Fisher would let the pair repeat their sexual act as many
times as was required to impregnate Patty. Mrs. Fisher was
overjoyed at the thought of more puppies to increase the population
of her very special kennel. That her transformed dogs could breed
to produce canine offspring pleased Mrs. Fisher to no end. These
animals were no mere bastardized sort of mule, no she had created
a new totally independent species.

   Patty's belly would swell from the new life growing within her.
Then after a period of time somewhat greater than the gestation
period of normal dogs, but less than that of humans, Patty would
give birth to a litter of pups.  She would then join the other
mother dog with her maternal duties.

   While Patty was still pregnant, Mrs. Fisher would periodically
check on Patty's condition. Patty found her going about to be a
little slower than before. Any hindrance of her movements didn't
bother Patty. Like any expecting mother, Patty was preoccupied with
thoughts of nest building. Practically every day, Mrs. Fisher would
caress Patty's swelling belly. Joining Mrs. Fisher in Mrs. Fisher's
bedroom, Mrs. Fisher let Patty jump onto the bed. Standing on all
fours, now the only way that Patty could stand, Mrs. Fisher would
run her hands all over Patty's fur covered body, from her head to
her tail. She would of course spend a little extra time at Patty's
underbelly. Mrs. Fisher was delighted with her latest creation.

   Running her hand across patty's swollen underbelly, Mrs. Fisher
beamed, "You've taken so well to the transformation. And now heavy
with a litter of pups! I'm so pleased."

   Somewhere nested deep within Patty's tortured mind was a thought
that told her that this was not the way she had intended to have a
family. It was a fleeting thought and quickly evaporated into the
mist of unconsciousness. Patty's newly acquired canine instincts
promptly took over.