The woman walked off, back towards the house, no doubt returning to the dinner she had just told Jared about. Even if he wasn’t hungry, and he was, Jared still would have followed her due to the completely alluring nature of her. Bounding after her in more of a dopey way than he intended, Jared eventually made it to the front door, which the woman opened for him before entering through it herself.
Jared’s dog nose manages to pick up a variety of different scents pouting from a nearby kitchen, which he instinctively started to walk towards. However, he was stopped when the woman bent down and hugged him, unintentionally smushing her breasts against the back of his head. Jared panted, feeling extremely hot yet joyous with the sensation. It was like two soft, oily , warm water balloons were gently caressing the fur around his neck.
“No, silly, not that way. This way. We’re eating in the kitchen.” If Jared could have sighed happily, he would. Her voice was soothing; soft and harmonic, mature and clear. He felt content and safe when he heard it, and he surmised that, if having been turned into a dog and getting adopted by this family meant living with her? He was one lucky pup. Albeit one fighting some rather intense penile strain at the current moment.
As Jared was enjoying the sensation of the woman’s breasts and their heat resonating onto him, he heard Daisy’s father’s voice. “Emelia! Did you get the dog in?” The woman stood up, and her luscious breasts parted from Jared’s fur. “Yeah, Dad,” she called back. “Be there in a minute!” She began to walk in the opposite direction of the kitchen, gesturing for Jared to follow her.
“So that’s the girl’s sister..... hmm!” Jared followed her, this time into a large dining room where Daisy, her father, and her mother were already seated. A bevy of different foods and cutlery were spread across the table, and the smells resonating from it made Jared hungrier by the second. However, before he could turn his attention to the human food, the sister (Emilia, he surmised) pointed him towards a small bowl filled with what looked like a grey paste that was somehow dry and wet at the same time.
“No, no. Not here. You eat over there”, she said, turning him toward the food bowl. The smell coming off of it was repugnant, and the thought if how it tasted made Jared even more wary.