Erika whimpered softly as she felt the large furry orbs between her legs empty themselves. Melissa's shorts were soaked with cum and so were the bedsheets, but she was so deep asleep she did not realize what was happening. Erika laid still under her friend with a dizzy head while her body started reverting back to completely human, dick and fur disappearing in a minute.
Basking in the afterglow of her climax, poor exhausted little Erika dozed off before she could even realize it. When she opened her eyes again, she was humping a pillow with her morning wood. She could see the morning sunlight through the bedroom's curtain, and Melissa had left the room.
Erika jumped out of bed, panicked. It was only a few hours since the last surge of white goo, and the dog thing between her legs was already returning, tenting the bottom of her ample shirt; a wet spot was visible. Did her friend notice anything while she was still unconscious?
She removed her shirt and hid it in her bag, putting on her denim shorts and one of the bras Melissa had given to her. Erika squished her balls in the shorts and buttoned them over her erection. The pointy end was still visible above the waistband, poking against her belly; fortunately her canine penis had not fully grown back yet so it remained easier to conceal once she put on her tank top.
Once she was convinced her morning wood wasn't too noticeable, Erika exited the room, looking for Melissa.
"Melissa? I'm up!" she called through the corridor.
She heard water run in the nearby bathroom and walked up to it, putting her ear against the door. At first she heard nothing. Then, through the watery splashes of the shower, she thought she could make out Melissa's heavy breathing and quiet moaning. Was her friend touching herself in the shower?
Erika felt a faint stir as her canine penis crept up her belly under the tank top, the still small furry sack in her tight shorts swelling sensibly.
"Melissa's in the shower" a voice said at the other end of the corridor. Erika jumped and turned around. Melissa's brother Cole was standing there in his pyjamas. He was almost 14, that is just one year older than Melissa. They shared the same dark brown hair and blue eyes, and slightly chubby disposition - though Cole had too gone through a recent growth spurt and was beginning to shape up a little, losing in width was he was gaining in height.
"I... uh... okay, thank you" Erika stuttered with embarassment, hoping she was showing no bulge. However Cole seemed more interested in Erika's top and, probably, her swollen breasts, than her lower half.
"I'll walk you to the kitchen, breakfast must be ready and you can wait for Melissa there if you want" said Cole as he walked past Erika. She followed him to the kitchen and sat next to him at the table, trying to look casual in spite of the lingering morning wood and arousal between her legs.