You look down at your newly changed legs. They are stocky, bear-like with the Old English Sheepdog’s characteristic bobtail, and they are completely covered by a thick shaggy layer of dark blue merle fur. And as you do that, you feel yourself torn in two by your current predicament. To mount your roommate’s Old English Sheepdog, Abby, and satisfy yourself at the expense of losing yourself and becoming her mate. Or to hold back your own horniness in the vain hope that by perhaps resisting these animalistic desires, you would be able to change back to your full human self. But as you think that particular thought, along comes another thought that fills you with worry and concern.
What if you do hold back your own horniness, but don’t change back? What if by holding back, you end staying for the rest of your life as some freak? Something to be mocked and pitied by others? Do you really want that to happen to you?
You look at Abby’s rump and feel your own horniness beginning to gnaw at your resolve and desire to stay human. You shake yourself and drop out of your crouching position onto all fours. And then awkwardly pad over to Abby. You sniff at her cunt and smell the scent of her own readiness to be mated. You lick her cunt with your tongue sending a growl of sheer pleasure between the two of you. And as you lick it, you watch your own change into that of a dog’s- long, flat and very pliable. You pull your head away from her cunt and lick your lips with your new tongue. The action of which causes your lips to darken. A cleft splits your upper lip and as your tongue slides across your lips, you can feel the shape of your teeth and jaw beginning to change. You lick your nose, amused by the sight of being able to do this silly little trick correct for once. Your nostrils swell and blacken till your nose becomes that of a dog’s.
It is the sight of your nose becoming that of a dog’s that convinces you that there is no turning back for you. Your own horniness has happily doomed you into becoming a dog. All you need to do now is to stop fighting the change and embrace it.
So you back away from Abby and prepare to mount her, noticing for a brief moment that your shuffling, bear-like gait is smoother and less awkward than before. It also seems like you have shrunk a bit, for it looks like you can perfectly spoon yourself against Abby’s back when you mount her. You then...