Pulling out your phone and the reverse camera only confirms that you have a full grown muzzle with teeth and tongue match. With much of your body racked with the same harsh feelings, and with a note of where this would lead you, every effort is made into getting home at least.
Only two blocks away, the distance was made difficult but cramping hands, feet, ribs, and most every other joint and place in your boy. By the time you reached the front door of your apartment, you had lost six inches in height but was still quick to get to the second floor of the complex and to the door.
No sooner is the door open than you're face down on the carpet, your body aching but still crawling forward.
Your dog, Jake, runs up, still smelling you. The burly mastiff-retriever mix could still scent that old part of you but was also trying to process what had happened.
Crawling forward, your pants slide off soon followed by your underwear. When Jake's big wet nose pushed itself into your cunt, you started to pant. You had left the front door open and at least the first one to have you was a dog you knew. It wasn't until now, though, that you recognized the large nature of your dog that was lost on you as a person.
As you were mounted, Jake growled to keep you still and you simply gave in. Feeling his doggy cock shove into you was something you never expected when you adopted him only 2 years ago. By the time the cock was starting to swell, you were all but fully formed into the perfect mate for Jake. As you took his load and lay down, with your old shirt still on, both you and Jake took a well earned nap.