Jared dragged himself from the bed, slouched to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, turned on the hot water, and let the resulting jet of water caress his body and help distract him from the strange dream.
He tried to think thoughts as far from dog-oriented ones as possible. No matter what crap the weirdo in the dream spouted off, Jared knew with absolute certainty that he had no desire to return to four-footed life as a dog.
Well, not permanently, came a niggling little condition, unbidden, from the thinking part of his brain. It might be cool to slip into full-on Shaggy mode during stressful times, such as those instigated by stern teachers, strict coaches, and his demanding parents. After all, how stressful can it be to be a dog that only thinks about eating, sleeping, and perhaps licking his balls?
With his perpetual horny state, it's probably a good thing it's physically impossible for him to lick his balls or suck his own dick. He chuckled as he turned off the shower, stepped on the floor mat, and reached for a towel. He started drying himself off with the fluffy towel when he got a shock that almost caused him to scream.
His very familiar cock and balls had vanished. Instead, he saw a furry sheath running along his abdomen and two balls encased in their own furry sacks. He dropped the towel on the tiles and raced to the sink. He gazed in the mirror. In every respect, he looked completely human except for his new doggy private parts.
"No," he cried out, hoping he had never gotten out of bed and was still dreaming.
"Consider them a test run." The voice drilled into his head like a horde of insects chewing through wood.
It was the strange being from the dream.
"Did you do this?" Jared demanded, failing to keep his voice low.
"I'll remove them," he said.
"Good," Jared said immediately. "Do it."
"I'll remove them," the being said impatiently, "once you prove you're more human than beast."
"I can't walk around like this!"
"I'm assuming you'll wear garments," Wepwawet said and leered.
Jared groaned when he saw that the red tip of his penis had peeked from the sheath.
"You'd do better to ignore those feelings, boy. Those are a one-way ticket to dog-hood."
"What do you mean?" Jared cried, unable to tear his gaze from the reflection.
"The more you surrender to animal instincts, the more you'll become a dog," the being explained the rules of the game. "Next time, maybe I'll give you a tail or big, floppy ears. Or how about a dog's tongue?"
Jared stood, horrified. "Please," he begged. "Stop doing this to me!"
The being smiled, but the impression it gave exuded the predator closing on chosen quarry.
"I've got an appointment," Wepwawet said. "Don't you enjoy yourself too much, boy."
Before Jared could say another word, the strange entity changed into a cloud of sparkling lights and blinked out in unison.
Jared stared down at the emergent canine penis stretching a bit farther from the furry sheath. He grabbed for a relatively clean pair of his boxer shorts and pulled them on. Out of sight, he hoped, might mean out of mind.