Story by Maddisaurus/Pepper

[Warning: Some gross enema/ass-to-mouth stuff (POOCHow)]

Part 7

Pepper’s resolve was being tested more often now. Though these little tests, or ‘special training’ sessions, were held out of the sight of the other pups. After all, some of the stuff they were doing would scare some of the pups more than they already were, making them more difficult to train. Pulling Pepper off to the side had another effect with some of the girls in the litter thinking that the raven-haired pooch was getting special treatment. This isolated her from the pack, which pending how these preliminary tests went, Pepper would soon find herself alone anyway, so didn’t bother the trainers seeing the other pups working together to block Pepper out and exclude her.

After a few days of being prevented from eating the bland kibble by the other puppygirls, Pepper found herself in an unenviable position of either begging for something to eat or dying of starvation. The latter not being an option she begged and whined during the next feeding like she never had before. Some of the other pups looked sympathetic, but if they helped, they’d also be out of the pack, and all they had was each other in this degrading environment. None of them wanted to be in Pepper’s position.

Thankfully for Pepper, she was about to be given a very special meal as part of her ‘special training’. Led away from the others and taken into a small room, Pepper watched as the trainer opened a box of PooCHOW. She felt her heart sink as she watched him pee in a bowl and mix it with the powder from the box. Seeing the pitiful pup before him and what was about to happen must have excited him, as he decided to add his cum to the mixture as well, only making Pepper wrinkle her nose up even more at whatever he was cooking up.

After the mixture was inserted into her rectum & plugged once more. He walked her around a bit, allowing the substance to congeal inside her. She hadn’t eaten in days and yet she had never had to let out this big of a load in her life… After what felt like forever she was led back to the small room and given a bowl to release the now gelatin-like substance into.

Pepper had never felt so degraded as she did right now as the trainer explained that her ‘Enemeal’ was ready. She looked at the mound of jello in horror and disgust, and yet she was so hungry, and thanks to the sensory alterations of the Pet-Sitter gear, it smelled divine… She what it was made of, where it had come out of., and yet… in her shame she found herself left with few other options.

Part 8

PooCHOW became a semi-regular figure in her diet, much to her dismay. They even started collecting some of the urine and cum from the other pups to put in her meals. Just to show her how low she was in the pecking order.

But Pepper was nothing if not adaptable. Yes, it was humiliating beyond words could describe, but they wouldn’t be going through the extra hassle if she wasn’t getting to them, right? Soon they would see that she wasn’t an animal. No matter how far they pushed her, she would see herself how she should be, not how they wanted her to see herself…Besides… as messed up as it was… what she was being given to eat now tasted a million times better than the food they were given her and the other before… She knew it shouldn’t and it was revolting, and yet she was eating better (tasting stuff) than those other bitches.

Though the trainers seeing Pepper remain on her high horse was not the plan, especially with all the things they had put her through. So it was time to add to her gear and make her look even more like the puppy she was. After a bit of a struggle shoving the canine-shaped phallus into her mouth and applying the muzzle, she was all set.

She despised the new pieces of gear just as much as the rest of the gear. Though unlike some of the rest of it, she could somewhat tune out, the snout she now sported that remained in her peripheral vision and the cock holding down her tongue made them nearly impossible to ignore. What worried her more were the comments like “You’ll get used to it” and “You think this is bad?” which made her mind wonder what was next, if this wasn’t the muzzle’s final form.

What was worse, was now she’d be forced to beg more often. The simple act of just lapping up water was now impossible unless she humiliated herself before doing the degrading act. She’d paw at the muzzle, like a bashful puppy covering its snout with its paw, in a pitiful attempt to get it off.

Like many other attempts to break Pepper, the muzzle seemed to have a different effect than originally intended. Sure she seemed humiliated and humbled at first, but it soon gave way to anger, frustration, and determination. If anything her resolve to win only seemed to be bolstered despite her treatment.

Part 9

She was an interesting case. It was not often they got girls with such willpower. Not saying the ones that went through the program lacked fortitude and drive. Most just had enough sense to spare themselves the added shame, punishment, and depravity. Most knew they just had to put their head down, roll with it, and get through it. Some even found enjoyment in it all. A space where they could explore new sides of themselves without the fear of social backlash. After all, if they played into it, then they were just being the puppygirls they were meant to be for their time.

So Pepper was a unique case after her year-long training session had come to an end. From here most pups are sent out to their assigned Master’s for the next year (or till their service time is finished). Pepper would not be given to a Master however, instead she would be used. Her disposition was far too… useful for the egg-heads in the Experiment Division. After all, they only got a handful of pets like this a year, and even then, quite a few would break mentally and never recover. This might happen with their newest fascination, but if she could keep it together, she would prove to be a wonderful tool for the advancement of Petification going forward.

An idea that had been toyed with but never implemented with the petification of the girls coming through the program was amputation, the removal of their arms and legs just above the elbow and knee joints. This was of course deemed several times to be too extreme, as the vast majority of the pups would return to civilian life after service. There were of course rare occasions that stayed under wraps, As the FBP knew the public at large would accept this style of petification as a whole currently. But there will be a market in the future someday. After all, the rich loved to display their wealth in very outlandish and eccentric ways, and the FBP needed to be ready when that day came. With that in mind and Pepper’s personality, she was considered the perfect candidate for the Experimental Division to begin the study, testing, and treatment of the stumpy puppy variant.

Pepper was taken into a room and given an anesthetic. As she faded off to sleep, she saw them removing her pawed sleeves and stockings. Little did she know that would be the last time she’d see her arms and legs. The last time she stretched her fingers or wiggled her toes. She looked around one final time, unaware that her life was about to take such a drastic turn. Soon the darkness of sleep crept in and her thoughts faded away into a deep, long slumber. Her puppy life was about to truly begin.

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Pepper’s origins continues! A ComPet set of tier reward pics for Pepper who also wrote the story! Thank you for the support and for letting me share!