"No Ty, No!" - Dustin shoots up from his bed and exclaims. He looks around his room frenetically. Everything seems the same, maybe a little bit dusty, but the same. He chuckles in relief, "What a fucking terrible nightmare, am I becoming some sort of weird ass pervert. Who dreams about being a breeding mutt". Fuck, how terrible would it be if I had actual children to take care of and shit."
Dustin lays back down and took a deep sigh of relief. His chest felt really heavy though on the exhale so he instinctualy looked down. On his chest where two furry DD cup breasts with stiff perky teats a quarter of an inch long.
DUstin absolutly flips.
After 20 minutes of just hitting and bitting her pillow (the latter is strangely disconcerting how good it feels with her muzzle), Dustin, now he guesses Dusti took to examining this odd form in the mirror.
Even trying to stand up was difficult. Her digitagrade paw where almost like wearing high heels, something that dustin had only experienced when he was young, trying on his mothers pair. She had to practice tightening the tendents that use to form the soles of her feet, and her soft paw pads felt immediately cold on the tiled floor. Her ligaments were long and svelt and her short black and white huskey fur felt like a velvet rug. She was taken aback from how thin her hips and pelvis was. It wasnt small by any stretch of the immagination, slightly larger than average in fact giving her a heart shaped butt, but how did she manage to pop out all those puppies with such relatively small-- Dusti's did a double take.
"Wait, wasnt I just massively pregnant, how could I possibly forget about that?!" Her eyes drifted to her midsection which was oddly flate and formed nice feminine hourglass shape. While woudering this conundrum she moved her gaze to her head, which was disturbingly canine in shape.
All and all Dusti had an all consuming sense of phantom limb disorder. Nothing felt right. When she put her hand-paws on her head she felt like she should be touching a human one, not a dogs. Her hand eye coordination was off by a mile, she reached for a glass of water on her bead stand and managed to accidentally hit it off. But all of that was nothing to what she felt between her legs, or more accurately, what she didnt, and just above her pelvis. She felt like there should be a penis there, but all she felt was void, she no longer had the nuerological connection to the vestage, but she still had the concept of it being there. While you would excpect a newly minted girly to find this most distubing, what trully got her attention was a heat and slight bump emanating just below the navel. She pocked it softly with her undexterous clawed finger and it was soft and much warmer then her general body tempurature. It also caused a flash of arousal and emotion With the vision of a rounded belly going through her head. This was just too weird and she flat out stopped, a looming dread at the concept of children at the back of her thoughts.
All and all she was a 6 foot husky bitch and there was no two ways around it.
Now that she got a grip on herself she know wanted to know what was happening around her. Where's Ty, Where's Sidni? The idea of those two lurking about in their canine forms made her uneasy, but also caused her heart to flutter. On shaky legs she stumbled to the window on the opposite side of the room and opened the blinds.
The boy stuck in a female anthro's body cringed a bit at the morning lights, but than gauked at what she saw outside: For some reason it seemed like the house was right at the edge of a grand forest, with trees as far as the eye could see. Dusti remembers Ty ranting on about some fantasy world and it seemed like he pulled through with that. Taking her gaze off the horizon, she saw ramshackled buildings and a burgeoning settlement. She layed her eyes apon what looked like the German Shepard Cindi in Dusti's dad's old marine uniform and holding her mothers crop whip she used when she felt kinky. The Dower Dog looked as authoritative and stiffed lipped as a seasoned military Sargent. She seemed to have a slight roundness to her abdomen like someone in the early stages of pregnancy. Despite, or maybe partialy because of it, she had a "dont mess with me, im a badass" aura about her. Her back was straight and her eyes were like daggers observing.... Wolves?
Across the small village Dusti spotted a healthy number of Anthro wolves, maybe 12 or 13 hard at work doing various tasks. builing new shacks, cooking, weaving, using makeshift spears on training dummies, etc. She seemed drawn to them for some reason, and when a particularly large and muscular one took a glace up at the window she immediately knew why. It was something in his eyes. Something that made clear without a shadow of a doubt that these wolves were her children.
A sudden surge of every emotion imaginable feel upon Dusti: Confusion, unconditional love, horror, pride, contempt, and feelings she could never truly express in words. She slammed the blinds close and wobbly returned to her bed to think.