The thrill of your orgasm continues to swell throughout your body, head lowered panting heavily as you struggle to stay on your hands and toes, your body suddenly feeling as if your back and rump is being weighed down. It's strange; you feel like the stud in your fantasy is truly lying on top of you, as if you feel his hind legs and forelimbs hugging your hips and sides. The dog's knot feels oddly thick and tight around your constricting sensitive and slick flesh, not that such a sensation bothers you. It's impressive how much it feels so real right now; the heated breaths of your panting canine stud actually warms your inhuman shaped ears, his voice groaning as you feel his snout sniff the back of neck and...feel his wet licks of affection?
Pulling yourself out of your trance you finally turn your head around, eyes widened to discover a real dog is indeed mounted on top of you catching his friendly licks upon your face. Despite the shock you instinctively lick back enjoying the primal affections, reaching an hand back to wrap around his neck and scratch. Panting tongues huff between each other before leaning closer and nuzzling, pleasant whines escaping your voice. After a while your stud begins to push off and spin around tugging at your loins, tail to wagging tail as he lies down on the floor with his haunches raised.
Given a moment of space you look forward across the room and start to frantically ponder what is going on, the oddity of your situation not fully lost on you even as you can't help but feel good tied like a real animal. Where did this dog come from? Has your daydream spilled into reality? Are you truly this comfortable being stuck in this awkward position? Those questions are only piled on by others as you start to take full stock in your own appearance, your eyes catching a glimpse of your hands and studying them.
A light fuzz of fur have sprouted and spread from the back of hands to up your arms; your entire body feels blanketed in this short pelt, fingers swollen and stubby with rough animal pads underneath and canine claws replacing your nails. Even the palms have ballooned feeling the same texture as your pads slightly stretched out. Your thumbs; thankfully, remained. You look back down yourself examining your feet finding they have shifted much closer to real canine hindpaws, your gaze tracing up your legs and rear taking account how they've altered to appear toned and animal-like.
Brushing your belly over the carpet floor sends sensitive shudders throughout rolling onto your side to see why, stunned to reveal tiny lumps formed down the center of your abdomen and stomach each baring pinkish nipples; animal teats. They weren't very large but they each felt as susceptible to touch as your own breasts, one handpaw idling your teats in exploration whining in arousal.
As you play with your teats and breasts you feel your stud moving pulling himself out, his knot shrunk receding into his sheath as his spunk has been spent. His removal stirs your loins howling distressingly, begging for your canine mate to bury his red bone back inside. Your loins throb; carnal lust seem to linger rekindling from your provocative investigations, fevered mind urging to be mounted once more and receive more seed from your stud.
You're in heat. This must be what bitches feel when struck with it. It's becoming all you can think about again and so soon to. It's not possible that your stud would be rejuvenated so quickly to claim you again, at least you believe. This is; after all, too bizarre that this is happening to you. You're turning into a real dog and a random stud just happens to appear in your room. All signs point to this being a dream; caught up in your fantasy that hasn't ended yet. And what happens to you if you do completely change? Will you still be you or just a simple dog?