Chapter 2

“So, basically, the reasonable requests are just like when you were in NIS, except now you can only use a few fingers on your hands, and you can’t play with yourself?” Bobby sounded disappointed.

“We also can’t give reasonable requests to anyone,” I added dryly. Bobby didn’t care about what we could or couldn’t do. He was curious about his own boundaries and he made that abundantly clear when he asked the same question.

“Nothing bigger than a finger can go inside of us, fulfilling requests last about a minute, they can’t involve inflicting pain, nothing sexual,” Katie added.

Bobby seemed disappointed. “So, it’s even less than what you did last year in NIS? That’s lame.”

I was hoping Katie wouldn’t spill the beans on the PSP-specific requests, but of course she wanted to brag. “Oh no, there are a whole bunch of new ones too,” she countered. “Sit up, roll-over, play dead, beg, present.”

“Present?” Bobby hadn’t heard of that one. It was the most humiliating of all the one-word commands.

“Present,” she corrected his pronunciation, “It isn’t pronounced like a Christmas Present. It’s pronounced like you are presenting something. In this case, your tummy,” my sister demonstrated by laying back and spreading her legs, bringing her knees up to her head and spreading her legs to show her wide open pussy.

“That’s not ALL you are presenting,” Dad chided her. She provided everyone with an outstanding view of her spread pussy and puckered asshole. She hadn’t put the tail back in.

“That’s one big, beautiful butthole,” Bobby acknowledged he could see up my sister’s ass too.

She blushed a little and giggled “Are you going to rub my tummy, or can I sit back up now, Bobby?”

“I am going to have so much fun with this,” Bobby chuckled and began gently petting my sister’s soft, white stomach.

“It’s a good thing you can’t tell me to speak!”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Only a teacher, our handler, or our parents can tell us to speak,” my sister observed and demonstrated by barking once. “We can’t talk – only speak in bark and growls until we are given permission to speak again.”

“Wow, maybe we’ll get some peace and quiet around here,” Dad mused.

“Ruff! Ruff!” my sister barked once enthusiastically. She explained that one short bark meant yes, and two short barks meant no. “We still have to give you and mom oral reports of how our day went and what we learned, so you can’t shut us up permanently!”

“Oh, your father isn’t going to shut you up all the time. I would like to keep that rule though after you finish with the program. It could come in handy,” Mom was joking.

“IF we finish the program,” I lamented. I was sort-of-kidding. This was going to be the most humiliating thing I had ever done in my life.

“Oh no, I spent about three hundred dollars on supplies for you girls. You are definitely FINISHING the program,” my mom heard my whispered complaint and assured me we were going to follow through.

“Three hundred dollars?” Dad nearly fell out of his chair.

“Think of it as an investment, Honey. If both of our girls get a full scholarship to college and it only cost us three hundred dollars then that was a bargain,” my mom explained calmly and Dad accepted that explanation.

Mom sent Bobby out to the car to collect the things she bought from the pet store. My sister and I would usually help unload the car, but given our limited mobility, we remained on the carpet in the living room.

“Mrs. Andrews gave me a list of things you would need for school and home. I kind of went overboard,” she smiled. Mom loved to go shopping. “It would have been a lot cheaper if we had dogs already!”

“Oh, can we get a dog of our own, mom?” Katie always wanted a family dog.

“Why? We have two right here,” Dad snickered as he carried a very heavy box inside with Bobby’s help.

“How long IS this program?” Dad seemed skeptical we needed all of this stuff, and I was as well. He began to unbox whatever was in the large box while Bobby went back for more stuff.

“Mrs. Andrews told me that the girls were founding volunteers and they’d need to remain in the program until it got off the ground if they wanted to be considered for the scholarship,” my mom explained.

I groaned a little, but kept my wise-cracks to myself. It wouldn’t do a lot of good at this stage.

Mom bought us all sorts of dog toys, some of which looked suspiciously phallic. She bought us balls, and treats. Dad asked why we needed those, while he uncrated what was in the larger box. She had so much stuff she didn’t even show it to us. Mom gave us a foreboding warning that there were some things she hoped she wouldn’t have to show us. That made Katie want to know what those objects were even more.

“Only if you misbehave,” Mom warned. We had been told behavior studies as part of the PSP held us to a very high discipline standard. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but since I seldom got in trouble, it didn’t worry me.

“Fetch,” A ball had caught Katie’s interest. She picked it up with her mouth and then dropped it. She let it bounce a few times in front of me and then dashed after it herself.

“One of our reasonable requests is we have to play fetch if anyone asks us to,” I explained why Katie bounced around the living room chasing the ball, dropping it, and giggling playfully.

“Well, does that include fetching my slippers or newspaper? That could be useful,” Dad observed.

Katie let the ball drop out of her mouth. A little spit dribbled down her pretty chin, and she told him, “Of course, Daddy!”

“Katie, you seem to love it, but I am a little worried about you, Ashley,” my Dad asked if I was going to be able to handle reasonable requests.

“I can do it,” I promised. I was trying to convince myself that I’d be able to handle this bizarre new program. “One of the stipulations of the program is we can’t give anyone else reasonable requests, but we have to take them from literally everybody -even other students in NIS. I guess I will have to get used to that.”

“Yeah, practice makes perfect,” Katie winked at me as she tried picking up the ball and shaking it with her head. It wasn’t easy – she had to open her mouth REALLY wide.

“Okay, well sit-up,” At first, I didn’t realize my father was giving me an order. A reasonable request really isn’t a request. I can deny it, but I’d get in trouble. I have to do it if I am able. There are some reasons a participant in NIS or PSP might not be able, but they are mostly due to physical limitations or needing to focus on a test.

“C’mon, Ashley. I am trying to spare you getting in trouble at school,” he said. I would get in trouble for refusing a valid reasonable request.

I lifted my butt up onto my calves, and then put my hands in front of my boobs. I let my tongue wag a little and begged just like I had practiced today with Mrs. Andrews and Mr. Jordan.

“Not very convincing,” Dad told me that if that was begging, it wasn’t working. “You have to give me the puppy dog eyes! Show her, Katie.”

“Tee-hee,” my sister bounced into the same position that I was but spread her knees a little wider and hopped her butt up and down on her calves eagerly. She panted her tongue in and out like she desperately wanted something, and Dad had whatever IT was.

I tried to mimic my sister, and he called out a few other simple commands like roll-over and play dead for me to practice with.

I saw he was putting together some contraption. It was made of iron and had been painted black. “Is that a cage?” I asked my parents.

“It’s a crate,” my mom explained proudly. I didn’t see the difference, but apparently there was one. “I bought the biggest one they have.”

“Oh goodie, is that one for me?” Katie sniffed around the cage like she was trying to find out by smell alone.

“No, this was the most expensive item I bought today. I thought about buying you both your own dog crate, but they would have had to be much smaller. I bought the biggest one, so you can share!”

“Oh goodie, thank you Mommy!” Katie almost hugged my mom and stopped herself.

“You can still hug me,” Mom was pleased that Katie was happy with the purchase. She assured me that she bought us a very large pillow to put inside and that it wouldn’t be that bad. “It’s the one Mrs. Andrews uses at home,” she told me.

“Mrs. Andrews also has to do this at home?”

“Oh yeah, she is the ambassador of the program. She has to experience it first hand in order to direct it. How else can she advise students?” my mom explained.

“Cool, we will be roommates,” Katie giggled and corrected herself “Crate-Mates!” She asked whether the dog crate would go in her room or mine.

“I assumed we’d keep it here in the living room. That will make it easier for us to take you outside, and its not like you need a lot of privacy,” my mom didn’t see a reason to bring the dog crates upstairs to our rooms.

I was surprised Katie was disappointed. She had been so gung-ho about everything. Why wouldn’t she love being naked on display in our living room?

I would find out later her reaction was because she was hoping to masturbate when she was alone. Mom probably knew that Katie would be tempted if we were alone upstairs with the door shut.

That evening my Parents and Bobby gave us reasonable requests to prepare us for tomorrow. They mainly focused on me because I was the one who needed a little practice. Bobby played Fetch with my sister in the backyard, and they had a pretty good time.

At dinner, my mother showed us two custom stainless steel bowls for each of us that she had custom-made for us at the pet store. They were emblazoned with our names on them. Dad considered it a little frivolous, but Katie thought the glitter lettering was really adorable.

“Mrs. Andrews told me to do half dog food, and half people food at first,” Mom placed the bowls in front of us. In one bowl mom mixed some milk with water for us to drink. In the other bowl, was a terrifying mixture of wet dog food (Alpo canned food) and my mother’s meatloaf.

I nearly gagged, trying to eat the sloppy mess. “Can’t I use my fingers?” I begged as I worked my head into the bowl.

“Just get your entire chin in and chow down, don’t worry about getting messy, Sis,” Katie advised. Her face was covered in a white-milky substance with chunks of meat falling off her face. She looked like a total pig and she sounded like one too.

“This is gross,” Katie said out loud. “It’s dry, and tastes awful.”

“Well get used to it, the dog food is going to be a regular part of your diet for a while,” Mom assured her.

“It’s not the dog food that I mind. It’s Mom’s meatloaf!” Katie’s joke resonated with everyone, and Mom had a good laugh.

“You are lucky that PSP is trying to move away from spankings, young lady! I should spank your butt for that one,” Mom offered playfully.

Katie was too busy eating to offer another witty response. We made a lot of noise, slurping and trying to pick up the food with just our mouths.

Bobby watched us struggle to eat while the rest of the family sat at the dinner table. He giggled a little and occasionally offered us bits of biscuit. Mom didn’t seem to mind.

Our chairs were obviously vacant during dinner while we ate like dogs. It was a stark reminder that everything had changed today for me.

I suddenly missed being able to even sit in a chair. We could sit up like dogs, but most of our time was on all fours. I was just glad that I was flexible and could handle remaining in that position for long periods of time.

“Hey Katie!”

My sister stopped eating to answer hear our brother’s question. A sly grin spread across her pretty face. She yipped like a dog to indicate he had her attention.

“How do you fart with that tail up your butthole?”

“Girls don’t fart, silly” Katie frowned her reply and continued eating. She had always told him that anytime he accused her of ripping a silent and deadly one.

“You aren’t girls now, you are puppies,” he reminded her with a wry grin.

“Fair point,” my sister looked up at her little brother. “I am still getting used to it, but I sort of clench, and then push the plug out a little, let a little gas escape and then suck it back in,” she raised and lowered her eyebrows as she demonstrated how she could manipulate the plug with just the muscles of her anal wall.

“After dinner, are you going to take me for a walk, Bobby?” she asked.

“Sure, we can go walking to the park,” he laughed. I quietly groaned into my milk.

“Well, then you will see me do more than fart pretty soon,” Katie seemed downright gleeful about the prospect of taking a dump outside. She had an adventurous spirit and often seemed down to do anything – even something as wild as that. I was terrified.

“What are you even talking about? Oh yeah, you have to go pee and poop outside. You really do have to live like dogs. Well, I am not cleaning it up.”

“YES, YOU ARE, YOUNG MAN!” My mom made it very clear that my brother was going to be expected to bag our messes in the yard and throw them away.

“Gross,” Bobby didn’t seem as enthusiastic.

“Oh c’mon, Bobby! It’s going to be fun. Like you said,” my sister reminded him about how he gloated over how much fun he was going to have making us present our bellies earlier.

“I didn’t know I’d have to pick up your mess,” he groaned.

“No hands,” my sister grinned really big, food and milk was still dripping down her chin. She held up one of her hands to show that she only had use of two fingers and one thumb and wouldn’t be able to pick up after herself. “Think of it as an education! You’ve always asked me where the pee comes from, well now you get to see how the lemonade is made!”

Last year, my brother received a very thorough understanding of how female plumbing works in both holes. He asked my sister questions, and she was more than happy to show him how it all worked. As far as I knew, she never actually peed or pooped in front of him, but he got to look deep into the nether reaches of her bowels and cervix.

That was one of the primary justifications for NIS. Not only for the educational value of understanding the human body and its functions, but to simply satisfy teenage curiosity.

National Statistics had proven to consistently reduce teen rapes and pregnancies with these programs, and it was hard to argue with results. Boys increasingly didn’t feel the need to force themselves on girls. I don’t know if it was because there was an outlet for them to satisfy their curiosity and even touch parts of our bodies, or what.

All I knew was that the results had a direct correlation to the installation of the program in a given geographic region. The adoption of the Naked in School Program had not been done all at once. They rolled it out to specific areas and monitored the results on society. They compared that to regions with similar education and economic indicators that didn’t have NIS. It was all pretty scientific.

My mom wiped our faces down with a wet washcloth and chided me for not finishing everything. “You should get used to this food now. In a week, I am supposed to switch entirely to dog food,” she warned me. My sister had nearly cleaned her entire bowl.

Katie also had some of the meat sauce on her tits. My sister looked sexy even when she was covered in gravy from eating like a pig. Mom wiped that off as well. “You both need a bath,” she declared.

“I’ll shave my sisters,” Bobby offered and, he made no secret he’d probably enjoy giving us one much more than we would receiving it from him. I don’t’ think my sister would have minded. I was terrified of my little brother using a razor on my pussy!

I had never shaved myself before – I could only imagine he would mess that up.

“No, I’ll give them one. I need to shave Ashley before school tomorrow,” she looked directly at the dark curly hairs between my legs. Even though my pubes didn’t hide my slit, it felt like I was still ‘covered.’

I was aghast over the prospect of losing the last bit of body hair that I could hide behind. I pleaded with her but to no avail.

“Ashley, all the other girls at school in the NIS program are going to be hairless. The PSP manual requires proper grooming. Your entire body has to be fully on display. If you think that little mass of hair is hiding your pink bits, then you are sadly mistaken. Your hair is going to become sweaty and gross, so it has to come off,” she insisted.