Jared whined, producing the sound with a throat that felt raw and very different. When he tried to plead with Kirk, he only produced more animalistic whimpers.
Kirk chuckled and chided his friend-turned-dog. "Relax, Jared. I can turn you back any time."
"Then do it!" Jared barked.
"You wait here...I've got to find something." Kirk walked across the room and rummage through his dresser's bottom drawer, which served as a sort of catch-all for an assortment of items. "Ha! I knew I still had these."
Jared felt his heart race when he saw Kirk turn back to face him, a collar and leash in his hands.
Kirk watched Jared back his shaggy body between the bed and his desk, effectively corralling himself to await Kirk's next action, which consisted of bending at the waist to snap the collar around Jared's shaggy neck.
Jared felt his hindquarters wag like mad as Kirk fastened the leash to the collar. He felt an overwhelming desire to move, to walk, to run on all fours. His nostrils detected a faint scent of the collar's former wearer. He was amazed that he could determine a male dog had last worn the collar just from the lingering smell.
"We'll take a nice walk down to the park like I promised," Kirk said as he straightened to his full height. "You can play with some other dogs."
Jared whimpered and sat his great shaggy haunches on the floor.
Kirk frowned. "Up, boy," he said and snapped his fingers.
No! Jared felt his body move independently of his desire to remain in place. His canine instinct to obey overwhelmed him as the sound of Kirk's snapping fingers echoed in his floppy ears.
"I'm not your pet, Kirk!" His protest came out as a low, distressed growl.
Kirk put a quick stop to the resistance. He crouched down and scratched behind each of Shaggy's ears.
"Oh god..." It felt so good. His jaws opened and within seconds he was practically drooling from the intense pleasure the ear scratching produced.
"That's a good boy," Kirk said, snapping his fingers again. He loved at how the snap caused his friend's new canine form to almost quiver with anticipation as he waited for a command. "Let's go."
Kirk walked Jared downstairs, out the front door, and onto the sidewalk for their stroll to the park. The moment his paws stepped outside the house, Jared felt an bewildering array of sensations assert themselves almost like he had been slapped. Strong scents competed for his attention. His drooping ears also picked up all sorts of sounds. Some of them he would never have heard as a human. As the dog focused more on the odors and noises, Jared found any degree of human thought curtailed by the overwhelming distractions.