Incongruously, Freddie wondered about Bill's age. He didn't look as old as his own parents, who were in their early 40s. He guessed that Bill must be around 30. But why did he have to look so hot at just this moment? Freddie usually found guys his own age more attractive. It was the wrong train of thought to follow.
He felt itching around his crotch. He could feel the skin shift and stretch on his belly as the furry sheath emerged. The itching traveled from point to point on his body as he felt more fur sprout. It was happening again!
"I'm sorry," he told Bill. "I just remembered I have to gorrrr...."
Bill looked taken aback when the youth seemed to growl at him. "Excuse me?"
Freddie, not daring to say another word, waved like an idiot and ran for the house as the changes accelerated. He couldn't chance Bill seeing him change, so he ran around the house to the front door, losing valuable time. By the time he reached the porch, Freddie resumed life on all fours with his front legs stuck through the arms of his shirt and his back legs struggling to disentangle from his pants. His boxers kept his just-emerged tail bunched uncomfortably against his rear.
He stared at the front door, which was closed and no doubt locked. He couldn't get back inside the house, at least not this way. He struggled to get out of his clothes, finally succeeded. He had to sacrifice the boxers to his canine teeth, which finally tore the garments to shreds and freed his long, furry tail.
All through the changes, even as his face elongated back into a muzzle, the brown and black fur returned, and an abundance of scents both subtle and overpowering, assaulted his senses, he felt exposed.
Leaving his pants, shirts, shoes, and shredded boxers on the porch, he trotted off the porch and decided to make his way back to the carport. He could wait for his family to return without feeling vulnerable and on display. He rounded the corner cautiously, but he saw no sign of Ellie or her owner. With the coast clear, he made the final dash to the carport, his hard canine penis bobbing with each bound. He got little relief from his arousal with the scent of Ellie crowding out every other scent signal being received by his brain. He whimpered in distress.
Freddie knew enough now that the quickest way back into human form would be some self-service. He curled his lean shepherd's form on the concrete floor and found that giving his aching dick some attention wasn't beyond his capacity. He moved his snout near the red tip and sniffed. He could smell his own arousal on the breeze, too.
Why did he have to be saddled with such an inconvenient curse? He panted and let his tongue loll from his mouth, but he hesitated.
That's when...