I awoke the next morning, groggy. I didn’t remember sleeping on the floor. Or it being this wet. Pushing myself up, I couldn’t help but sniff the air. It was filled with arousal. That much was certain. The events of last night came into my head, and I looked around for Ralphy. I couldn’t see him anywhere. At least one problem solved. I went red thinking about how much I pleasured a dog, not sure what came over me. I got up, or tried to get up, and fell flat on my face. “The hell?” I looked back and saw my body covered in fur, and a curly tail behind me. My feet were much longer too, and resembled a feral dog’s paws, much like Ralphy’s.
“This…what?” I said, before giving a groan. I turned over onto my back and saw my shaft hadn’t gone down, still throbbing and leaking. My first instinct was to raise my leg and bend over to lap it off. I would have, if it weren’t for the massive surprise waiting for me.