"Oh, shit!" The huge, muscular man staring down at Jack was tall and very muscular, and Jack had no trouble at all believing he had been a Green Beret. He cringed and whimpered instinctively, and to his shame, pissed himself in fear.
Instead of showing outrage, though, Rick crouched down and spoke in a soothing voice. "Oh, I'm sorry little guy. It's OK. I was just surprised." He dropped hand down to stroke the top of Jack's head. "Damn, honey! I know we'd talked about getting a dog, but you could have let me know. I think I scared him half to death!"
Confusion started to replace the fear that Jack had felt when the closet door was first yanked open. His whole body felt strange, and his vision was distorted. Sounds and smells, especially the rank stink of his own piss, were much stronger. And he felt muscles moving in his butt that should not be there, accompanied by a rhythmic thump he could hear and feel.
Sharon peered over her husband's shoulder and grinned. "Awww. I think he likes you. See? he's wagging his tail." She winked at Jack. "He's so cute. I just had to bring him home."
Rick looked Jack over. "Look at the size of those paws. He's gonna be huge when he grows up. Is he a pure Great Dane?"
Great Dane?! It was hard to think clearly, but Jack finally understood the odd feelings. Somehow, Sharon had turned him into a Great Dane puppy!"