The Bitch's Quadrupedal Training and Fleshly Reformation
Every time the pet livestock Chiyo crawled forward on all fours, her ass jiggled enticingly. Part of it was the nature of quadrupedal movement, but Chiyo was also deliberately shaking her hips. Bitches were fundamentally trained to look lewd. The sway of Chiyo's ass was a product of that conditioning. In other words, Mitsuki would have to learn to shake her own ass like that from now on.
Unlike Chiyo's seductive sway, Mitsuki crawled forward without any movement in her hips at all. A whip immediately lashed across her ass.
Crack! "Grrraaah!"
She hadn't barked like a dog, so another whip came flying. "Woof! Woof!" Only after she finally barked did the whipping subside.
"Stick your ass out more and shake it properly, dear."
It was a command to perfect her movements as a true bitch. Terrified of the whip, Mitsuki thrust her ass out farther and resumed crawling. From behind, it looked like a clumsy waddle.
After crawling for what felt like ages, they arrived at an open yard area. Two doghouses stood there, along with toys scattered about that a bitch might play with. This was the breeding pen for training bitches.
"We'll start with how to run in the yard. Chiyo, demonstrate."
"Woof!"
With a vigorous bark, Chiyo broke into a full sprint. Even hobbled by her restraints, her unbelievable speed was astonishing. Running in the yard—what was known as gait training—was basic education for any bitch. They went on walks with their owners, played fetch, and sometimes caught toys their masters tossed. All of it relied on solid gait training as the foundation.
Chiyo dashed at full speed, then began leaping over obstacles in her path one by one. Normally, jumping that high and landing on knees and elbows would shatter joints. The latex coverings on bitches' arms and legs were designed to protect them as much as possible, made from a special shock-absorbing material.
"Now, enter the doghouse. Go."
Chiyo raced toward the doghouse faster than anyone. Upon arrival, she immediately crouched and shoved her body inside. In no time, she had successfully crammed her entire form into it. But Mitsuki was still struggling to even get her legs in.
Naturally, Matsuta alternated between whipping and beating to hurry her along. "Get in there faster!"
"Woof! I'm getting in! Woof!"
Forcing her body inside, Mitsuki ended up with her arms and legs sticking out through the bars. It was an incredibly awkward position for moving, but such things didn't matter to a bitch. Once she'd crammed herself in with effort, Matsuta chuckled and hoisted up the doghouses containing Mitsuki and Chiyo.
Vrrrrm!
It felt no different from being hoisted into the air while fully restrained. During training, bitches were treated like mere baggage. With no human rights, they were livestock—tools, nothing more. Being dangled naked by a crane inevitably brought on nausea. Her vision blurred.
Slap!
Matsuta had smacked Mitsuki's ass hard. "Focus properly, dear. We're heading off for your bitch body development now."
She had no idea what "body development" meant. But Mitsuki couldn't adapt to being transported like this at all, and soon her focus began to slip again. In the end, Matsuta activated the puppy-tail plug jammed into Mitsuki's anus.
Bzzz! Bzzz!
The sudden vibration in her ass drew a filthy moan from Mitsuki. "Nngh! Hnnngh!" It wasn't just the entrance—the plug extended deep into her colon, so the sensations doubled and tripled, defying description. Her entire body trembled from the vibrating stimulation.
Mitsuki endured the vibrations as best she could, waiting for time to pass. Drip. Soon enough, the crane carrying them halted.
"You're about to undergo bitch body modification. It might hurt a bit, so bear with it."
Modification? Pain? Her mind went blank. She couldn't even guess what they planned to do. Before Mitsuki or Chiyo could dwell on it, their bodies were handed over into the process line.
In the dim process line, ominous sounds began to echo. Beep. Beep. Amid the blaring siren, machines bristling with menacing needles approached—threatening to anyone who saw them.
The bitchification process was divided into two main stages. The first was standard for all bitches: lower body muscle enhancement, spinal reinforcement to protect their weakness, and olfactory amplification to heighten their sense of smell as bitches. The rest were optional, tailored to the buyer's preferences.
For Chiyo, it involved adding puppy ears and massive breasts. Mitsuki had no clue what would be added to her. The buyer who ordered her wanted her turned into a perfect bitch. Whatever grudge drove it, the specified processes were straightforward:
Sensitivity Enhancement, Pregnancy Conditioning, Constant Arousal, Clitoris Customization
Sensitivity enhancement and constant arousal were popular choices among many buyers. Bitches who underwent them were rarely kept as mere pets—they served other purposes. But pregnancy conditioning was expensive from the base price alone, and it risked breaking the bitch quickly, so most avoided it.
Mitsuki couldn't imagine what awaited her. She received a sedative injection and blacked out.
Whirr. Whirr.
The unconscious bitch was placed on the conveyor belt and slowly moved along. Sharp needles pierced her body in various spots, injecting unknown fluids. Sometimes, if the sedative dosage was off or ineffective, the pain midway through would wake them. Mitsuki was one such case.
She awoke to sharp pain stabbing her ass and breasts. "Kaaagh!"
She screamed in agony, but once the process had started, there was no stopping. Poke. Another needle pierced her skin, injecting aphrodisiac. This fused with her cells for a permanent estrus effect.
"C-Cold!"
Her body, chilled by the fluid, soon burned hot. The aphrodisiac took effect almost immediately. Hot juices dripped from Mitsuki's pussy. A bitch in heat naturally ramped up sensitivity. But the machine couldn't measure that—it simply detected the secretions, approached to clean, and sucked at her pussy vigorously.
The stimulation made Mitsuki leak more, trapping her in an endless vicious cycle.
Soon, they reached the final stage. A sinister machine loomed closer.
Clitoris Customization
What did that mean? Customization? Mitsuki soon learned the horror behind that phrase. The machine roughly pried apart her labia minora. Her body twisted instinctively at the strange sensation.
"Urk! Hic!"
Her clit, hypersensitive from the conditioning, throbbed swollen to bursting. Then came a chilling whir beside it. Vrrrrm!
A sharply spinning drill. The moment Mitsuki saw it, her face drained of color. It was obviously meant to pierce her clit. Fear made her tremble uncontrollably. If it were a human operator, they might grant a shaking bitch a moment's reprieve. But machines had no mercy.
At the precise position, it impaled her swollen clit and inserted a small golden lump. It was a remote-controlled electric shock device. Cruel owners sometimes added these for bitch training.
The pain of piercing living flesh—especially a nerve cluster—made Mitsuki piss herself yellow. But the machine detected the filth and doused it with disinfectant. As the chemical hit her fresh wound, only Mitsuki convulsed in spasms.
She blacked out again. While unconscious, more ominous machines approached, tampering with her lower abdomen. When all processes ended, Mitsuki lay collapsed, a faint scar across her lower belly.