The tile floor was cool against her bare knees. A shiver, one of the last truly human reactions she would have, ran through Khushi’s body. She focused on the grain of the wood on the door in front of her, trying to anchor herself to a reality that was rapidly dissolving.This is what you wanted, she reminded herself, the thought a fragile raft in a rising tide of chemical bliss. This is for him. For his happiness. For his perfect pet.The trainer, a severe woman in a crisp white coat named Dr. Evans, stood beside her, a data pad in one hand. “The final series of hormonal stabilizers will initiate the cognitive transition. The linguistic and higher reasoning centers will dampen considerably. Permanently. There will be no return ticket, Miss Khushi. Do you understand?”Khushi didn’t look up from the spot on the floor. Her voice was a whisper, already feeling loose and distant. “Yes.”“And you, Mr. Hussain,” Dr. Evans said, her tone shifting to one of clinical respect. “You consent to the full and permanent re-conditioning of the subject into a domestic companion animal, of canine paradigm?”Her father’s voice came from the chair in the corner, rich with a warmth that made Khushi’s heart flutter. “I do. Proceed.”A smile touched Dr. Evans’ lips. “Excellent. Let’s begin the severity protocols. Subject, present your neck.”Khushi tilted her head, a movement that already felt less like an offering and more like an instinct. The cold press of the injection gun against her throat was a sharp bite, followed by a spreading warmth that flooded her veins. It was a feeling of immense, weightless quiet. The complicated knot of her fears, her memories of school, of friends, of a life before this… it all began to gently, irrevocably, unravel.She groaned, a low sound that was not quite human. Her thoughts became simple, clear streams. Cold floor. Father’s scent. Good. Obey.“The suppressants are taking hold,” Dr. Evans noted, her voice echoing from far away. “Motor control next. We’ll encourage quadrupedal locomotion. It’s more natural for the form she’s embracing.”Strong hands guided Khushi onto all fours. The position felt startlingly right. The world looked different from down here—larger, more full of interesting smells. The clean scent of antiseptic, the faint musk of her father’s cologne from across the room. That smell was the most important. That was Master. Her center.“Good girl,” Hussain murmured, and the praise vibrated through her, a reward more potent than any food.Another injection, this one in the small of her back. A zing of pure, undiluted need shot through her, settling deep in her core, making her clench around nothing. She whined, high in her throat, pushing her hips back unconsciously.“Ah, the libidinal enhancers,” Dr. Evans said with professional satisfaction. “A key component. She will now associate obedience and proximity to her master with intense sexual pleasure. It will be her primary motivation. Her only motivation, really.”Hussain leaned forward, his eyes dark with fascination. “Show me.”Dr. Evans produced a short, polished leather leash. She clipped it to the smooth O-ring on Khushi’s collar. A simple tug upward. “Heel.”The command was a wire pulled taut in Khushi’s mind. She scrambled forward, nuzzling her face against Dr. Evans’ hand, then licking the woman’s fingers, seeking approval. The taste of salt and clean skin was a reward.“Now,” Dr. Evans said, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for Hussain, though Khushi’s new, sharp ears caught every word. “The foundational training. She needs to learn her primary function.”She handed the leash to Hussain. His fingers brushed against Khushi’s cheek as he took it, and a full-body tremor of anticipation wracked her frame. He stood up, a towering, wonderful figure, and led her to the center of the room, where a soft mat lay on the floor.He sat, and gave a gentle pull on the leash. “Come.”Khushi crawled into the space between his legs, her world narrowing to the heat radiating from his body, the rough texture of his trousers against her cheek, the massive bulge she could see and smell. It was the source of everything. Of Master. Of pleasure. Her mouth watered.“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. “You know what you are, don’t you? You know what you’re for.”His hand fumbled with his belt, the clink of the buckle a sacred sound. He freed himself, and Khushi’s breath hitched. He was magnificent. Thick and hard, the velvety head already glistening. A deep, instinctual knowledge took over. This was her purpose. To please this. To worship it.She didn’t need a command. She nosed forward, her human cognition a distant memory, replaced by pure canine devotion and chemically-programmed desire. Her tongue, now her primary tool of affection and service, slipped out and gave a long, slow lick from his base to his tip.Hussain groaned, a sound of pure satisfaction, and his hand came to rest on her head, not guiding, just holding. “Good pet. Such a good little bitch.”The words seared into her melting mind, a brand of ownership. She did it again, more eagerly, lapping at him, savoring his unique, musky taste. It was better than any treat. It was everything. She took him into her mouth, not with human technique, but with a hungry, needy urgency, her jaw stretching to accommodate him.Her world shrank to the sensations: the heavy weight on her tongue, the salty pre-cum beading at the tip, the way his thighs tensed beneath her hands. She bobbed her head, a rhythm emerging that was all animal instinct, driven by the burning need in her own loins. She could feel her own wetness slicking her thighs, a desperate emptiness begging to be filled.Hussain’s breathing grew ragged. His grip tightened in her hair. “Yes… that’s your purpose. This is all you are now. My perfect pet. Taking your master’s cock.”He began to move his hips, gently at first, then with more force, fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Khushi’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a warm, welcoming hole for his pleasure, was the most profound satisfaction she had ever known. She gurgled around him, her body rocking back and forth, humping the air in a futile search for friction of her own.She was so close, her own climax building from the sheer act of service, from the smell and taste and feel of him claiming her. He was grunting now, short, sharp sounds that signaled his own peak was near.“Are you ready for your master’s reward?” he growled, his voice thick with lust.Khushi whined around his cock, a desperate, pleading sound. _Yes. Please. Reward.

Khushi, guided by Dr. Evans and her father, Hussain, undergoes a series of injections that transform her into a canine-like domestic companion, dampening her higher reasoning and enhancing her obedience and sexual pleasure from serving her master. She learns to crawl on all fours, associates her father with intense sexual pleasure, and is trained to perform oral sex on him.

The tile floor was cool against her bare knees. A shiver, one of the last truly human reactions she would have, ran through Khushi’s body. She focused on the grain of the wood on the door in front of her, trying to anchor herself to a reality that was rapidly dissolving.

_This is what you wanted,_ she reminded herself, the thought a fragile raft in a rising tide of chemical bliss. _This is for him. For his happiness. For his perfect pet._

The trainer, a severe woman in a crisp white coat named Dr. Evans, stood beside her, a data pad in one hand. “The final series of hormonal stabilizers will initiate the cognitive transition. The linguistic and higher reasoning centers will dampen considerably. Permanently. There will be no return ticket, Miss Khushi. Do you understand?”

Khushi didn’t look up from the spot on the floor. Her voice was a whisper, already feeling loose and distant. “Yes.”

“And you, Mr. Hussain,” Dr. Evans said, her tone shifting to one of clinical respect. “You consent to the full and permanent re-conditioning of the subject into a domestic companion animal, of canine paradigm?”

Her father’s voice came from the chair in the corner, rich with a warmth that made Khushi’s heart flutter. “I do. Proceed.”

A smile touched Dr. Evans’ lips. “Excellent. Let’s begin the severity protocols. Subject, present your neck.”

Khushi tilted her head, a movement that already felt less like an offering and more like an instinct. The cold press of the injection gun against her throat was a sharp bite, followed by a spreading warmth that flooded her veins. It was a feeling of immense, weightless _quiet_. The complicated knot of her fears, her memories of school, of friends, of a life before this… it all began to gently, irrevocably, _unravel_.

She groaned, a low sound that was not quite human. Her thoughts became simple, clear streams. _Cold floor. Father’s scent. Good. Obey._

“The suppressants are taking hold,” Dr. Evans noted, her voice echoing from far away. “Motor control next. We’ll encourage quadrupedal locomotion. It’s more natural for the form she’s embracing.”

Strong hands guided Khushi onto all fours. The position felt startlingly right. The world looked different from down here—larger, more full of interesting smells. The clean scent of antiseptic, the faint musk of her father’s cologne from across the room. _That_ smell was the most important. That was _Master_. Her center.

“Good girl,” Hussain murmured, and the praise vibrated through her, a reward more potent than any food.

Another injection, this one in the small of her back. A _zing_ of pure, undiluted _need_ shot through her, settling deep in her core, making her clench around nothing. She whined, high in her throat, pushing her hips back unconsciously.

“Ah, the libidinal enhancers,” Dr. Evans said with professional satisfaction. “A key component. She will now associate obedience and proximity to her master with intense sexual pleasure. It will be her primary motivation. Her only motivation, really.”

Hussain leaned forward, his eyes dark with fascination. “Show me.”

Dr. Evans produced a short, polished leather leash. She clipped it to the smooth O-ring on Khushi’s collar. A simple tug upward. “Heel.”

The command was a wire pulled taut in Khushi’s mind. She scrambled forward, nuzzling her face against Dr. Evans’ hand, then licking the woman’s fingers, seeking approval. The taste of salt and clean skin was a reward.

“Now,” Dr. Evans said, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for Hussain, though Khushi’s new, sharp ears caught every word. “The foundational training. She needs to learn her primary function.”

She handed the leash to Hussain. His fingers brushed against Khushi’s cheek as he took it, and a full-body tremor of anticipation wracked her frame. He stood up, a towering, wonderful figure, and led her to the center of the room, where a soft mat lay on the floor.

He sat, and gave a gentle pull on the leash. “Come.”

Khushi crawled into the space between his legs, her world narrowing to the heat radiating from his body, the rough texture of his trousers against her cheek, the _massive_ bulge she could see and smell. It was the source of everything. Of Master. Of pleasure. Her mouth watered.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a low rumble. “You know what you are, don’t you? You know what you’re for.”

His hand fumbled with his belt, the clink of the buckle a sacred sound. He freed himself, and Khushi’s breath hitched. He was magnificent. Thick and hard, the velvety head already glistening. A deep, instinctual knowledge took over. This was her purpose. To please this. To worship it.

She didn’t need a command. She nosed forward, her human cognition a distant memory, replaced by pure canine devotion and chemically-programmed desire. Her tongue, now her primary tool of affection and service, slipped out and gave a long, slow lick from his base to his tip.

Hussain groaned, a sound of pure satisfaction, and his hand came to rest on her head, not guiding, just _holding_. “Good pet. Such a good little bitch.”

The words seared into her melting mind, a brand of ownership. She did it again, more eagerly, lapping at him, savoring his unique, musky taste. It was better than any treat. It was _everything_. She took him into her mouth, not with human technique, but with a hungry, needy urgency, her jaw stretching to accommodate him.

Her world shrank to the sensations: the heavy weight on her tongue, the salty pre-cum beading at the tip, the way his thighs tensed beneath her hands. She bobbed her head, a rhythm emerging that was all animal instinct, driven by the burning need in her own loins. She could feel her own wetness slicking her thighs, a desperate emptiness begging to be filled.

Hussain’s breathing grew ragged. His grip tightened in her hair. “Yes… that’s your purpose. This is all you are now. My perfect pet. Taking your master’s cock.”

He began to move his hips, gently at first, then with more force, fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Khushi’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a warm, welcoming hole for his pleasure, was the most profound satisfaction she had ever known. She gurgled around him, her body rocking back and forth, humping the air in a futile search for friction of her own.

She was so close, her own climax building from the sheer act of service, from the smell and taste and feel of him claiming her. He was grunting now, short, sharp sounds that signaled his own peak was near.

“Are you ready for your master’s reward?” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Khushi whined around his cock, a desperate, pleading sound. _Yes. Please. Reward.

A daughter, with her consent and her father's approval, undergoes a radical transformation at a specialized training center. She is reduced to the mental capacity of a pet dog, her memories erased, and her sexual desires heightened to serve as her father's obedient and willing sexual companion. The narrative follows her journey from a human to a canine-like sexual pet, exploring themes of power dynamics, memory loss, and extreme sexual conditioning.

Khushi's Descent into Devotion

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