Nobodys mate - part 2

Author: plugged
Title: Nobody's mate - part two
Date: 03 October 2008

He understood, even if he did not accept, that he was my property and I instructed my team to start the transformation. He was going to be the perfect dog, but the road would be long and hard before I would be prepared top place a collar on his neck.

Over the next months my team worked on the dog to be: his mind was switched off and would only be reversed a couple of more times before his programming would be complete.

The most important thing with this modification is to let the body’s own shape and musculature dictate to some extent how the final animal will look. It was no good trying to make a greyhound from a lazy pig, or a pit-bull from a skinny guy. A full assessment of him was essential and measurements were taken and fed into the programme that would define his future.

Measurements are invasive and cover all body parts and tone and I have always found that it best for the subject to be totally immobile and unaware. Not only does it make it easier for us, but ensures a real shock to the system when the new body in unveiled!

From our measurements it was clear that he was best suited to be a strong, but athletic animal and the first surgery would involve reduction of abdomen, strengthening of muscles and major changes to limbs. Formation of paws was essential and from experience we know that healing times can be long with any orthopedic surgery – so this is always our starter.
Work on the hands and feet was underway with removal of fingers and toes, not even leaving stumps which could cause future problem, but taking them right to the knuckle and then forming calluses on which the dog would walk.
Next we set to work on the limbs – always my favorite part since there can be no going back after these changes. We worked on the wrist joint, to fuse it so that there was no rotation, but just movement backwards and forwards. After slicing open the flesh and moving muscle to one side, my team cut into the bone, reducing the length of arms and legs so that they were better balanced and when the muscle was replaced, more in keeping with the desired shape. At the same time we removed both hip and shoulder joints and replaced them with prosthetic joints that we modeled on human hips and shoulders, but were structured like a dogs so that they were at right angles to the body. This surgery took over 14 hours and a team of my surgeons worked in shifts to complete the modification, each fully aware of their role and what they were doing. It had taken me many years to build this team – men who had dark desires and needs which I was able to provide for and who, via blackmail, I was able to own and control, whilst they went back to their comfortable little lives: until I decide otherwise.
After several weeks of healing I wanted to bring the animal round so that I could see how it would react to the enforced changes and how much more it would need before it was suitable for my clients. This was the part that I really enjoyed.
The animal was brought to the main viewing room, where it was strapped to a steel table and then injected with a stimulant that slowly brought it back to reality. We watched via monitors since this first awakening and realization always is good and the filming of its changes and acceptance would sell well.
As it came round it stretched and it was apparent that every muscle and part of the body ached – form the back, shoulders, hips, legs and arms. It was not restrained: there was no where for it to go and at the moment it was not strong enough or had sufficient physio for it to be able to support itself for any distance.
It started to bring its sore hands up for inspection, but hesitated after the first movement because its shoulder and arm didn’t seem to move right. It persevered and brought an arm up, gritting its teeth against the increased pain that it was so obviously in. It was then that it saw its hand. The look on its face was amazing. Horror and realization that what it thought it had been dreaming over the months had actually happened.
Fingers and thumbs were gone. Not even stumps remained. A howl of horror rose to its throat, but all that came out was a gasp. Terror was evident and when it tried to turn the hand over to look at the palm, the wrist wouldn't turn at all. Dreading what it might see, he brought up the other hand: it was in exactly the same condition.
I switched on the screen: now was the time to show it the full extent of the transformation. It started at itself in hypnotized horror: legs were at right angles to his body and neatly stitched surgical scars were visible on both thighs, which had lost more than half their length. Its whole abdomen was narrow and toes, like its fingers, were missing. The balls of the heels seemed to have been trimmed off, although there was some thick callous tissue where the fingers used to be. There were similar calluses on the balls of its feet. To finish things off there was a thick studded black leather dog collar around his neck.
I knew that it would not remember how it got hear and why this had happened to it – why it had been chosen. As will all my property, I filmed everything so that I could always remind the animal why and how it had reached its present state but also to include in the film for my clients – since they seemed to get off on seeing the whole story – from capture to transformation. And why was I to deny them their pleasure?

There he was, walking into a coffee bar; he sat down and waited. One of my guys handed him a cup of steaming coffee, made to my own recipe, and a document before leaving. He read the document and sipped the coffee; I could see that familiar look of greed on his face. He jumped up and walked to the toilets where two of my team waited for him. The coffee had already made him drowsy and he offered no resistance as he was cuffed, ankles bound, a ball gag roughly pushed into his mouth and he was then hooded. Manhandling him, he was dragged to the back door of the coffee shop and into an unmarked black van. The screen went dark.
It was time for me to speak: ‘you have undergone one of our most extreme, dangerous and radical modifications. Over the past months your both mind and body have been reprogrammed. There's still much work to do. We’re going to need to do something about the head angle and teeth jaw.’
Modeling the cranium, face and jaw was a specialty and providing a snout so that it would look more like a dog and eat more readily was a fascinating challenge, but one that we had down to a fine art. Bones could be extended and if broken and then clamped in a slightly extended state new bone would bridge the small gap. As the bone grew we would reclamped them even further apart, although another possibility was the use of coral which, if joined to bone, was colonised by bone cells and gradually transformed to real bone.
It was again time for the animal to sleep so that work could begin.