The wet lashes of the male's licking drives you closer to accepting what you are about to do, your primal lust intense and thoughts clouded with feral need that you eye the grassy yard and imagine luring your stud into the center out in the open, posturing to present and invite and await anxiously to be mounted; to mate. You smile at the thought, whining gleefully as you start to take a step or two outside pausing each time to waves of pleasure as the dog follows rubbing it's canine snout into your sex hungrily lapping more of your dripping juices flowing.
Yes, you need to mate; you need to breed, take your stud's seed and bare pups. Need to be a dog. Need to be...
Chatter outside suddenly snaps you out of your primal thoughts, small rounded ears erect listening to a faint conversation started beyond one of the fences; your neighbors. Though still driven with animal lust the brief crack of reality has you looking over your changed nudity and the male dog licking your folds, the German Shepard pulling back that moment panting happily as he looks to you for your next move.
You...you need to mate...but you realize this is all so abnormal. You're a human girl, not a dog; you're about to have an animal mount and have sex with you, and your neighbors could be watching. The flash of modesty and shame deters your primal needs as you scramble to your elongated hindpaws grasping the doorway's edge for support. You continue to pant overwhelmed from excitement and fright, wild eyes darting around the fenced yard as you start to pick up other voices realizing your privacy may not be as intact. For a moment you almost ignore as the German Shepard's affectionate tongue licks your haunches and tail wobbly your knees, urging to go back onto all fours and commit to your needs. But you decide at the last minute to gather any willpower you have left and hurry back inside the house.
You collapse near a couch propped on your handpaws upon the cushions; your hindpaws planted on the floor, panicking. Your mind continues to prod you needs with embracing your sexual urges and canine instincts hounding you to let go and be the dog you are, but the sudden changes are still to insane to accept. The old questions return as you gently drop and roll onto your back, yelping softly sitting on your tail.
Why is this happening? How? What force was turning you into a real dog, or has this otherside always been there due to your fascinations of being an animal? Will you continue to change completely; will you still be you when it happens?
The last is put to the test as you start to feel your body grow hot like before, you muscles and bones aching. Panting hard rough growls and whines spill from your hanging maw as you feel your muzzle pushing forward again little by little, your ears lengthening to take a fuller canine appearance. Your hands throb as you feel the palms begin to pull and elongate much like your feet, your thumbs starting to recede back beside your wrists. Your chest pops and creaks filling your rib cage expand further; your torso stretching out into a slightly more narrow animal frame.
You have trouble staying comfortable sitting on the couch as you are, your anthropomorphic body loosing more of its human details as the sensation progresses. Strangely; it slows at that instances but never fading feeling your transformation could resume any minute...and its growing harder to resist the need to feel whole.
You're human. You're...a dog. You're...what are you?
A howl bellows from your canine muzzle, the primal act admittedly relieving from the torrent of confusion. Feeling like a dog does feel right; the warmth and comfort of your thickened fur and the natural shape of your canine appearance beings to renew your zeal, your acceptance.
Barks from the German Shepard steals your attention as you see that the sliding door had been left open, your canine playmate watching from a short distance gleefully with wagging tail. Such a handsome mate. He wants to come back close; wants to make you feel good. The musk of his arousal fills your leathery nostrils making you growl excitedly. Natural urges begin to persuade you, canine needs wanting you finish what you had started. More importantly; you just want to mingle with your stud and play, to be a dog.