CANDY, GREETING HER NEW MASTERS<br/><br/>One of the men knelt beside me. I shivered and whimpered as his wonderful finger parted the folds of my sex. I hadn't realized until that moment how wet and horny I was ... it was all I could do not to rudely push my aching slit back against his fingers and let him penetrate me. My pussy was sopping wet, begging to be fucked, and my thighs glistened with need as well. I'd barely noticed the burning want for pure, decadent sex because of the pain in my breasts, but now that it'd been awakened ... I was ashamed to admit it, but I really hoped one of them would fuck me. Soon.<br/><br/>They began to speak. In English! I was excited, to finally hear words I could understand ... until they became words I didn't want to hear.<br/><br/><em>"We know you're a special little bitch, Candy.  We know you can talk."</em><br/><br/>When I heard Master Anthony say that, I wanted to cry.<br/><br/>Somehow, I'd managed to convince myself that maybe my new owners weren't aware of my horrible predicament. That they'd been blissfully unaware of the monsters who ran the Club that arranged for my conversion, that they thought I was a simple, dumb dog, not a girl cruelly given the form of one. And that somehow - given time - I could make them aware of what had happened to me, and that this nightmare could finally be over ...<br/><br/>But no. They knew. They were like the other monsters at the Club. For all I knew, they'd specified that my mind remain unaltered.<br/><br/>Still ...<br/><br/>They spoke pleasantly. They dressed well, and the apartment was beautiful. Maybe they were simply lonely, and needed companionship? I nodded. Yes. I supposed maybe that was possible ...<br/><br/>I smiled happily at them. "Yes, Master Anthony. Yes, Master Randall. I'll do as you say." I cooed as Master Randall ran his hands lightly over my swollen tits ... his touch was divine, and heightened my need for relief. Maybe he'd milk me by hand? No one had done that yet to me. All my breasts had known since being altered were milking machines, sucking lips, and cocks sliding between them. My face reddened as I thought of a pair of strong hands, kneading my breasts, pulling my nipples and letting all that milk squirt out ...<br/><br/>They led me around the apartment. I earnestly followed, my head darting everywhere as I took in the sights of my new home. It was clear that yes, there was another dog somewhere - and judging from the toys, another female. I almost forgot about that when I saw the squishy toy, though. For a moment, I looked nervously between it and my new masters - I wanted, very badly, just to hump it like crazy for a few moments, just get a gloriously hard, nasty cum and relieve that relentless need burning between my legs ...<br/><br/>But I didn't. Master Randall knelt besides me and said something wonderful, instead.<br/><br/><em>"Let's do something about your lovely full tits."</em><br/><br/>I nodded in eager delight, and kneeled up for him. I thrust out my chest for him, giving him ready access to my spectacular, swollen breasts.