WARNING: R18G Extreme content!!

Part 10
Her rights as a person were gone the moment she put on the collar and until her training was over, her Master was the collective of the federal bureau of pettification. In their care it was their right and duty to make the decisions regarding her. After all, that is what all owners do for their pets.

She was kept unconscious for the majority of the healing process and once she was allowed to return to the waking world, she was kept on muscle relaxants to keep her body docile and weak to prevent any unwanted damage to her tapered limbs. They had enough experience with her to know she would make things far more difficult than they had to be.

The cocktail of drugs left the newly formed nugget in a drowsy state. Her mind left in a haze. She knew something was wrong, and yet she just couldn’t focus enough to realize what it was yet. The pet sitter whispered calming affirmations and reminding her she was a good puppy as she lay there in the most vulnerable state she had ever been in, physically and mentally.

The minutes, the hours, the days ticked on by. It took over nearly 2 months for her stumps to heal, but the instant they were she was rushed off to begin her new role in life as Experiment 717.

Part 11
When you tell people you work at the FBP as a trainer, often times you get a pat on the back, an atta boy, praise for doing your job, envy from guys who wished they could be around naked bitches all day, and how lucky someone musty be to have such a position within the bureau. But not every job is fluffy dog tails and happy drooling faces.

In order to advance and make things better for humans and human-pet you got to do the dirty jobs behind closed doors. That was the experimental division. A collective group of eggheads and deviants coming up with new ways to push the boundaries. To test and refine what wasn’t yet even known to be wanted. Yet they strived to be ready, ensure it would be safe, and fool proof to use and implement as soon as the bigwigs or the masses desired it. And like any endeavor you need research material and subjects.

This was Pepper’s new home… a laboratory that would see her as even less than a dog, a number. A number that was being permanently etched into her skin. All she could do was sob on the table as the horror of her situation had truly set in. Any change of returning to a normal life was long gone now, much like her arms and legs. She was just a tool to be used for testing, a genie pig.

For all her resolve, her determination, her spunk. It had gotten her nothing… no… In this moment she had never felt more defeated and destroyed than she did now.

Part 12
It took weeks for Pepper to break out of her stupor. They had even wondered if perhaps they had broken her after all. It made no difference to them, though it was her drive and willpower they had desired, but these things couldn’t be helped and she could still serve some purpose within the experiment division.

After a while though the spark started to return to her eyes. She started eating on her own, and spilled her food and/or water everywhere constantly, thrashing about more when she was touched or picked up, making loud and continuous noises, etc etc… the men and women that worked in the department were relieved. Not for her sake, but for the promise of exquisite test results she would provide in the future.

It was weeks now since she joined the experiment division and her stumpers were now well enough for her to get around on and so it was time for her to actually start earning her keep. It wasn’t known at the time how permanent of a fixture the first test would become in the young stumpy puppy’s life, but it nothing else Pepper’s long term “commitment” to her muzzle does provide them with excellent data for the long term effects of such a device going forward for other pets.

You see the muzzle is not hollow, but has canisters within it to hold fluids. The nose can flip up and can be filled. Primarily it is filled with urine, ensuring that the lab workers don’t need to take as many bathroom breaks to just pee. However if the wearer of the muzzle is good then whoever has access to the pup’s pet-sitter gear via their smartphone can reward her with activating the filter. Allowing the pup to suckle the filter liquid instead from the phallus.

They probably should have waited to tell her about how the muzzle worked after they got it on her. But it was much more entertaining to see the helpless girl squirm in vain while being equipped with her new canine accessory.

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The 4th installation of Pepper’s origin story! This time things get extreme!!
Tier reward pics for Pepper, who also wrote the story!
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