The Seven Year Bitch

Foreword

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This is actually a lesbian romance story, but it's here because of the animal transformation aspect, which is prominent in most of the sex scenes. There are some non-con elements as well, since the woman doesn't explicitly agree to become a dog, but that's mostly separate from the sex, which varies from mildly reluctant to enthusiastic.

The Seven-Year Bitch

Or, My Life as a Dog

When I was nineteen, I applied for a job as a live-in house servant. I was a runaway with very few employment options, and I was tired of drifting from town to town. I didn't think my odds of getting hired were very good, but there was little to lose. To my surprise, I was asked to come by the house for an interview with the woman who owned it and her daughter.

Even now I can't refer to either of them by name. I think that they'll forever be Madam and Miss in my mind. The interview had started off pretty mundane, but after some gentle prodding I was spilling my life story to a receptive audience for the first time. It was cathartic but emotionally draining, and when I finally stopped talking I was quietly crying. Miss turned to her mother and said, "She's the one."

Madam asked, "Are you certain?" Assured, she offered to get tea for everyone while we discussed the specific terms of the employment, if I was interested in accepting the position. Naturally, I jumped at the opportunity, and although the drink was not to my taste, I dutifully drained my cup while we agreed on such things as which days of the week and holidays I wanted off. Once the papers were signed, Miss squealed and clapped her hands. At the time I thought it strange, unless she was just happy to have someone about her own age living in the big, secluded house they owned.

Madam turned to me and said, "Now that everything's official, let's discuss your principal duties. My daughter here wanted to get a dog for her graduation gift, but to be frank, she's a bit of a spoiled brat and far too irresponsible to take care of an animal." Miss didn't look the slightest bit chagrined; if anything, she seemed pleased to be described in such a way.

"So I'll need to take care of a puppy?" I asked, somewhat pleased. I was fond of animals, and leaving the family dog behind had been much worse than leaving my parents.

"Well, sort of, yes," Madam replied. "I don't want to have to bother with all the training and grooming and dependency of a real dog, so you'll be spending most of your time here as one."

You can probably imagine how baffled I was by that statement. I'll spare you a verbatim account of the conversation that followed and simply say that she claimed to be a witch who'd slipped a potion into my tea. She shortly thereafter decided that a practical demonstration was by far the best means of getting us all on the same page. She uttered a short phrase in what I think was Latin, and suddenly I was suffused with a ticklish heat.

In all, the transformation only took about ten seconds, but it seemed much longer that first time. There was no pain, really, but it wasn't a comfortable or calming experience. I started screaming when my hands turned into paws while I watched, but the sound morphed into a howl very quickly. I tried to stand up, thinking that maybe I could still run away, but I quickly toppled onto all fours as I shrank and became quadrupedal.

I struggled to get free of the trap my clothes had become, but at a command from Madam I immediately froze and became quiet. With their help I was soon naked, although as a dog that really didn't matter too much. I couldn't help cringing and whining a bit, and I experienced the novel sensation of having a tail tucked between my legs for the first time. My senses were all messed up, at least compared to what I was used to, and I had a hard time following what my Owners were saying. I learned later that my initial change had not been quite what they intended, leaving my mind somewhere between human and canine. It took them until the next day to get the 'calibration' the way they wanted it, and in the interim, I had no clear and reliable memories, just vague impressions of a world of strange colors and fascinating smells.

The next thing I knew I was human again, still naked and on my hands and knees. I was in the kitchen with my head poised over a bowl of water. My reflection stared back at me as my eyes widened with fear. I screeched and tried to scramble away, but Madam had been watching and my obedience was not limited to when I was a dog. While I crouched on the floor, quivering with terror and humiliation, she explained that I would become human again for a couple of hours in the mornings and evenings so I could attend to my needs, since she didn't want to feed me dog food. The rest of the time my form would be whichever Miss preferred, and I was to do almost anything she told me. With a smirk, Madam added that I could spend my weekends and holidays in whichever body I liked more.

~~~

"This is your uniform," Miss announced, holding up a pink leather collar. Madam had driven off to town, leaving me and her daughter to get 'better acquainted'.

"Please let me get dressed," I begged, hunched over and pressing my large breasts against the cold tiles of the floor, the closest thing to modesty I could achieve just then.

"Well, of course, you dumb bitch!" she said with a giggle, still proffering the collar. "This is what doggies wear!"

"I'm not a dog!" I cried, looking up at her with tears in my eyes. "I'm a person!"

"Well, if that's the way you want it, fine," Miss said with a shrug. She uttered the same phrase as her mother had, or one very similar, and in seconds I was a furry animal again. I yelped, but when told to be still I complied. Miss buckled the collar around my neck, saying, "This will always fit comfortably, no matter which shape you're in, and you won't be able to take it off. But don't worry, it won't get dirty or worn out!"

I whined, but Miss ignored my emotional distress. She attached a leash to my collar and said, "Time for walkies!" When I didn't immediately respond to her tugs, she said something different, other magic words, and suddenly the idea of being taken for a walk was

amazing

. I was thrilled beyond belief and barked happily. Now Miss was the one who was resisting being pulled. Giggling, she 'led' me out onto the grounds.

My thoughts were still my own, more or less, but my emotions had a decidedly canine aspect to them. It was a powerful experience, and my dog-like enthusiasm for chasing squirrels and sniffing everything completely overwhelmed the shame and fear my human aspect was telling me I should feel. I consoled myself that at least we were just in the yard, where no one else would see my indignities, although it's highly doubtful anyone could possibly guess

what

I really was, much less

who

.

Miss soon got bored of watching me run around aimlessly, so she found a stick and demanded we play fetch. A few rounds of that also seemed to leave her feeling unentertained, so she decided to spice things up by transforming me back into a human while I was returning with it, carried in my mouth. The humiliation percolating in my subsumed personality flared into prominence as my canine instincts vanished along with the body. I spat out the stick and curled myself into a fetal position, sobbing. Miss huffed with irritation and I heard her mumbling something under her breath. I tilted my head a little and saw that she was reading something on her phone. I guessed that it might be some kind of notes, which was confirmed a few moments later when she uttered yet another strange phrase.

My human body uncoiled, tongue lolling and ass wagging happily as it crawled toward Miss as fast as it could. I felt like a passenger, unable to control anything. As horrifying as it had been to be trapped in a dog's body, that at least had the virtue of some degree of anonymity. As a dog, I was quite literally removed from myself. But having my own body betray me as canine instincts steered it was mortifying beyond anything I could comprehend. I started to disassociate, the way I learned to do as a child when things got really bad. I was aware of Miss ordering me to do stupid pet tricks like begging and rolling over, but it didn't mean anything to me. I barely even reacted when Miss started squeezing my breasts, which were much larger than her own and seemed to fascinate her. I just panted happily and barked whenever I thought she was talking to me. Or the dog running the show did, anyway.

~~~

"If you wanted a naked girl on a leash, you should have just asked for that," Madam said derisively once she returned. "It would have saved me a lot of trouble."

"Ah, c'mon, Mom!" Miss complained. "I was just testing out the spells. Anyway, you're the one who said I'd need to practice transfigurement on a live subject!"

Sighing, Madam intoned words that fully restored my humanity. Temporarily numb to the abuse, I merely stared at her, waiting to see what she was planning. To my mild surprise, she held up a gym bag and said, "I went to that flophouse you were staying at and collected your things. Follow me and I'll show you your room."

I glanced at Miss while cautiously standing up, worried that one or the other would demand that I crawl. When no such order was made, I did my best to conceal my nakedness with my hands and arms, taking mincing steps as I dashed after Madam and followed her upstairs. On the third floor, which was part living space and part attic, she opened a door and revealed a small suite. "There's some basic food items in the kitchenette, and some toiletries in the bathroom. If you're a good enough cook we might have you prepare some meals downstairs, which would mean extra time as a human." Glancing at her watch, she added, "You'll revert to dog form at eight tonight, but I'll leave you like this so you can unpack and get settled in." She tossed the gym bag on the ground and left without another word or glance in my direction.

~~~

Sure enough, as soon as the clock on the wall showed eight, I felt the ticklish heat and transformed. Warned to be expecting it, I was already stripped down, even though I felt ridiculous standing naked in my suite. I had dog-like feelings and instincts again, so the first thing I did was nudge the remains of my dinner off the table and licked them up from the floor, to my human disgust. Compounding that shame, I then trotted into the bathroom and took a drink from the toilet, which I at least hadn't used yet. I made a mental note to always be sure to leave the seat down in the future.

Miss arrived shortly thereafter and leashed me again, leading me to the yard while Madam sat in a lounge chair reading from a thick, mysterious-looking tome. I don't know if it was done more for practice or for perversion, but I spent the next hour being changed back and forth, usually when I was busy doing something particularly dog-like. The worst, no doubt, was being reverted to human in the midst of peeing. I don't even want to imagine how absurd I looked with one leg raised and pissing on a bush, but Miss certainly found it hilarious, especially since I couldn't force myself to stop in mid-stream.

Heading back inside, Miss told me, "For tonight, and maybe the next few nights, you'll be sleeping in my room instead of yours. Mom says it will help you get acclimated to your new home. I don't know if that's true or not, but that's the way it's going to be." Her bedroom looked surprisingly normal, considering she was the daughter of a witch and seemed to be apprenticing in the family trade. She instructed me to lay down in a dog bed that was on the floor at the foot of her own four-poster canopy, and for the next couple of hours I did nothing except watch her go about her evening routines until I dozed off.

I awoke several times, because Miss seemed to be a fitful sleeper, perhaps being disturbed by unpleasant dreams. At some point in the middle of the night she sat up suddenly, eyes wide and breathing deeply. It took her a few moments to collect her thoughts, and I think she noticed the reflection of my eyes in the moonlight streaming through the window. "Come on up, girl. Get into bed with me," she said tiredly. I couldn't disobey the order, so I jumped onto the mattress and laid down next to her. She spooned against my warm dog body and was soon asleep again. I dozed off shortly thereafter.

I was awoken by the abrupt reversion to my original form. Although we'd moved around somewhat in the night, Miss was still lying next to me, and one of her hands was atop my breast when the transformation ended. She gave it a squeeze and said, "Good morning! Mom says I'm supposed to leave you alone from now until you change back in a couple of hours. Have fun! Now get out of my room!"

I scrambled out of the bed and back to my suite, still doing the best I could to conceal my nudity, even though I knew there wasn't much point anymore. I hurriedly took care of my personal business and bathing, then cleaned up the small mess I'd made in the kitchen, making further mental notes for dog-proofing my quarters. Alarmed that it was already an afterthought, I finally put on some clothes, although I limited myself to an old dress that I could shuck off quickly when the time came.

~~~

My first escape attempt occurred a few days later, on my first 'holiday' from the so-called job. They'd never forbidden me from leaving the grounds, so I summoned a ride into town and went to the bus station. I'd left most of my things behind in the suite, hoping that it would make it look like I was just going out for groceries or something, but almost everything I owned was easy enough to replace. Unfortunately, I only got as far as the next town before I disembarked on autopilot. Against my will, I found a secluded spot in a small wooded area and stripped off my clothes. Abandoning them and everything I was carrying, including my ID, I dropped to my hands and knees as I was transformed.

Madam was puttering around in some flower beds when I finally got back, tail tucked between my legs and whining pitifully. "I was relatively certain you'd try this. I trust the lesson has been well learned." She turned back to her gardening and said dismissively, "You'll change back at the normal time tonight. Don't poop in the yard."

~~~

I wasn't a very good chef, so I spent most of the next few weeks as a dog, although I did try to improve my cooking skills during my human weekends. I was sullen and resentful, but they had an easy workaround for my attitude, since dog-me was always bright and happy. I was starting to get numb to certain aspects of my situation, or perhaps trained. My nudity around the two women no longer bothered me unduly, except when Miss would make comments or criticisms. I'd stopped shaving, not that it had been much of a priority for me in the first place, but she'd sometimes pretend to be unable to tell which body I was in, which always made me blush with shame and anger.

Miss still liked to change me back and forth frequently, and I gradually came to understand that she was excited to witness my humiliation. At the time, she lacked the self-awareness to comprehend the roots of her behavior, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before she demanded sexual favors from me. It happened a little more quickly than I guessed, and it ended up more perversely than I could have anticipated.

~~~

"Good girl!" Miss crooned, rubbing my furry belly while I writhed on my back in the grass. Checking over her shoulder to make sure Madam wasn't working in her garden, she then mumbled the words to revert my body, turning me into a squirming, naked woman again. Her hands immediately moved up to my wobbling tits, and the dog whined appreciatively at the mauling. After a little while, she escalated things by leaning down and sucking on my nipples, a new twist on her molestations. Perhaps subconsciously, her right hand crept slowly down my belly, tickling the tiny hairs of my happy trail and on down through my thick bush. She hadn't really touched me between the legs since that first night, but her fingers were soon caressing my lower lips and even dipping inside a bit.

Pulling back abruptly, Miss stared down at me, flushed and breathing heavily. She paused once again to look all around, and seeing that we were alone and unobserved, she undid her jeans and slid them off along with her panties. She tried to kneel over my face, but that scared the dog-mind, which started whining and struggling. My body got still when commanded, but Miss found that her order for me to lick her was not being carried out satisfactorily by the canine cohabitant. Grunting with frustration at the clumsy but probably still pleasurable tonguing she was receiving, Miss restored my human mind and demanded, "Lick me out! If you do a good job, I'll let you sleep in your bed as a girl tonight!"

I had no choice but to obey, of course, but the bribe offered might have been enough to buy my compliance on its own. I had no idea what I was doing, and no one had ever gone down on me before, but it wasn't that hard to figure out what Miss enjoyed. The smell and taste of her sex was pungent, but it turned me on a little, and I'd licked my own asshole as a dog, with a more acute sense of smell and taste to boot.

Wetness trickled down my cheeks when I drove Miss to a climax, and she cried out once before biting her own fist to contain the sounds of her passion. She continued riding my face until she came again a minute or two later, then collapsed to one side, gasping for breath. When she recovered, her expression was a mix of shame, anger, and anxiety. She hissed the words to turn me completely into a dog and said, "Bad girl! Don't tell Mom! Go to your room!" Whining miserably, I did as ordered.

~~~

I got pretty cold treatment from Miss for the next few days, although my dog-mind did everything it could think of to entice her to play with or pay attention to it. When she got horny enough she relented, sitting on my face until it was coated with her cream and then banishing me from her presence. The pattern repeated itself for several weeks with incremental variations. Sometimes she'd order me to play with her tits, or my tits, or finger myself while I pleasured her. She eventually started getting naked before our encounters, and then experimented with different positions. She preferred being on top, but gradually she also began to favor being on all fours like me, with my face in her ass.

"That's right, lick my cunny, you bitch!" she hissed one evening, while I was behind her licking away. It may have been some variation on Stockholm Syndrome, but I was starting to crave our sexual liaisons, which I believed was thanks to them making me feel the most human of anything I did at that house. It may have been a form of rape, or at the very least highly exploitative, but being the lesbian sex pet of a woman felt less demeaning than being her dog. Given how unlucky my life was at that time, I probably shouldn't have been surprised that Miss found a way to ruin our sex for me, by transforming me into a dog while I was trying to enjoy the act for its inherent humanity.

I wasn't sure if the depravity of the act was her kink, or if it was just thanks to me having a longer and more agile tongue, but Miss went wild. She had to order me to keep going, as I immediately tried to pull back, but of course I had to obey. Even though I was the one being controlled, not to mention the animal side of a pairing that struck me as uncomfortably close to bestiality, I was clearly the only one who felt dirty or ashamed of our actions. Miss came so hard that she squirted her acrid juices all over my fur.