He’d taken Sally to a mind blank center and then trained her to be a dog. She was the best of both worlds, she’d play fetch, get tummy rubs, and lick his face. She was loyal, obedient and completely his.

And she was still a woman so he could fuck the shit out of her too. He was happier with her as a dog on the inside and a woman on the outside than he’d ever been when he’d had to sit through endless conversations with her.

He didn’t know, but the mind blank had actually regressed a week after Sally got it. She completely remembered everything, but she didn’t have the heart to tell him. Plus, she enjoyed being his fuckable dog more than she’d ever enjoyed being a girlfriend, so she just rolled with it.