Your beastly urges climbs past the lump in your throat, soft whines escaping parting lips; your lolling tongue slips out falling into a heated pant. You hips wiggle as you start to feel a phantom sensation growing above your rump, kneading fingers reaching behind and pulling down your pants as if needing to free your trapped tail anxious to wag. Before long you start to give into this startling need to bare your nudity hoping the lack of clothes would magically invoke your secret fur to finally sprout from your skin and spread into a fine soft coat.
To be adorn with fur. To stand on thick paws. To pant and bark with a canine muzzle. These are not the desires a normal person would have, and yet it feels all too damning to repress even now that you are alone and safe to embrace the animal howling to be reborn. Yes; you can't escape the truth that being a canine; a energetic dog would be a rapturous dream if magic and the supernatural were real. Fulfilling the fantasies of running swiftly on all fours, to appear like one fur claws and tail, and to mingle and play with other dogs excites you.
A bit much even to your normal sensibilities feeling the wetness of your panties grow damper as you start to slouch and posture your body in a beastly manner, impatient hands wrestling your unnecessary clothes off your blushing hot slender frame. Breasts and sex exposed, the chill of your room soothes your naked body as you fall closer to the floor seeking to be on your hands and knees, drool pooling at the tip of your panting tongue.
Yelps and barks spill from your voice the moment you hit the carpet, leaping and shaking as you express your zeal to feel like a dog. You start to crawl, sometimes attempt to walk on the toes of your feet, nose to the ground sniffing about trying to discover new and unique scents you may have never noticed before in your room. You paw at items littering the ground, snatch something tuggable or tearable in your teeth, bouncing around leaping onto your bed only to jump back down; you feel oddly energized and you love it.
You eventually return to your piled clothes, your nose rubbing over your pants and panties as the musk of your arousal soaked in hit you hard. It causes you to recognize the lingering throbbing between your thighs stirred from your gradually shift from woman to animal, the smell of your wetness urging such temptations to take hold again. You stand there as old familiar fantasies blend together in your mind, your playful desires to mingle with other dogs turning sultry as you imagine a curiously affectionate stud paying attention to you; another furry bitch, nosing under your curled wagging tail.
Suddenly; all you can think of is begging for your curious stud to bury his red bone, lowering your chest and lifting your rump both in dream and reality wagging your rump offering the chance to do it. You know feeling this way is strange causing some embarrassment whenever you are around real dogs, occasionally crossing paths with extremely friendly mutts that pay too much attention to the back of your haunches. You wouldn't ever consider indulging these temptation around a real animal; that would be sick. But if you were a dog yourself...
Perhaps indulging such fantastical behaviors and urges have lead you down this path, to a point you've begun to feel comfortable accepting another canine as a potential partner. You try to shake these thoughts out of your head peering up to the laptop near your bed, reconsidering that maybe it would be best to relieve your desires through more articulate story telling instead of your depraved animal thoughts. Yet the daydream continues to roll, gasping out a yelp as your shocked how oddly real it felt just now imagine your fantasy stud mounting on top; it's swelling knot pushing inside. You look back and see no one, and yet your loins constrict and sweat as if touched by the thick animal rod pumping within the temple of your canine counterpart in your mind.
Maybe this is too far and curling up in bed reading a good book as originally is a better time to spend your evening. Or perhaps you ride out the rest of your fantasy gripping your senses and embrace the joys of mating like a true dog. What harm could either or none do at this point?