William Knoff - TRAINING AREA<br/><br/>Ouch.  I hadn't expected that!  I clamped my hand over her mouth, cutting her off mid scream, and held her.  It quieted her screams, but she was still trying to scream through my hand, a look of stark terror on her face.  I should have taken into account that she was deaf when picked up by the collection squad, and might have always been so.  Coupled with her other modifications, being 'blessed', unexpectedly, with a sensation never experienced before might have been too much.  I looked around, helplessly, for something I could use to shut her up.  This was the training and discipline room, there had to be something.  I scanned the room quickly, and saw, half way across the expanse of the room, a wall arrayed with a variety of implements.  A few of which were gags.<br/><br/>I waited until she was taking a deep breath, then sprinted across the room, and snatched a cloth covered gag off the wall, and turned to run back as she let loose another wavering, piercing scream.  Her mouth was wide open, and as I raced back to her, I cut her scream off by shoving the thick gag into her mouth, and snapping the straps closed behind her head.  She was still screaming, or trying to, but her screams were muffled effectively.  The other dogs off in the kennels, first excited into barking wildly at her screams quickly grew silent again.  At least now I knew why her ears needed to be unplugged in a quiet area.<strong>"This will quiet you down a bit.  Nod at me when you're done screaming your foolish head off, puppy.  Then we can begin considering giving you a name."<br/></strong><br/><br/>Likely she hadn't heard a word I said, I'd repeat most of it when she calmed down.  In the meantime I resumed inspecting her, no doubt adding to her terror.  Her nipples were leaking profusely now, indicating that a trip to the milking shed was in order, once she was calm enough to lead her around on her leash.  Her breasts were large, very large, for her tiny frame, and I grabbed up the piled documents I'd set down earlier, and shuffled through them until I found the page I wanted.  No breast changes were made, other than lengthening her nipples, and forcing uncontrolled, and constant lactation.  She was just naturally large.  Her skin, from all that I could see was flawless, and pale, her body delightfully curved, hips wide, bottom round and firm.  The 'package' was completed with silky soft, and floppy spaniel ears sprouting from her head, and a long furred tail growing from the top of her rump.  So far, she was everything I could have hoped for.  Except for the screaming.  I squinted at her, she was still going at it, but also still sitting in the position I'd put her in.<br/><br/><strong>"Are you ready to calm down yet?  Or should I give you reason to scream some more?"</strong><br/><br/><br/>