Freddie got contemplative on the ride home, trying to think a few steps ahead. His parents kept preemptively blindsiding him with their reactions to his time on four paws. Mom greeted them at the front door. "Did everything go well?" She asked Freddie's father as she beamed down at him.
Still, she remained an immovable barrier as Freddie tried to squeeze past her and enter the house.
"You know the rules," mom said. "I can't risk it. It's almost impossible to get the smell of dog pee out of carpet or upholstery.
"Mom!" Freddie barked once. He couldn't believe she thought he might pee on...
"I discovered that mess you left in the broom closet!" Mom scolded. "Really!"
If not for the thick fur covering his muzzle, Freddie felt sure he would have blushed as brightly as a candy apple. He'd forgotten the entire incident of taking a piss in the broom closet. He had tried, and failed, to see that most of his attempt had made it into the rubber bucket. What was he supposed to do? He had been trapped, and at least he hadn't gone on her precious carpet!
"What happened in the broom closet?" Dad wanted to know.
"Never mind, dear," Mom said. "Would you put Freddie in the fenced area? I have some lunch made."
"Lunch!" Freddie barked. Didn't he get lunch? Was he supposed to be content with a dish of kibble in the morning and then again in the evening?
His father tugged on the leash, and Freddie knew he was defeated. He sadly fell into line and trotted obediently to the fence. Once inside, his father unfastened the leash from the collar. "I don't know what you did to stir up your mom, but try to behave. OK?"
In a huff, Freddie barked twice. His parents could be overwhelming when he was their human son. As dog owners, they were positively smothering.
He'd had enough. At least he would have some privacy now. "I've just got to do what it takes to get back into human form," Freddie thought as he got comfortable on a soft spot of grass.
The scent of Ellie carried by the breeze helped him get started. Even without Ellie visible, her presence made itself strongly known as Freddie's super-sensitive nostrils picked up her sex-charged pheromones. His doggie dick welcomed the idea of Ellie as shown by how quickly the red, quivering tip emerged from its protective sheath. Freddie whimpered and twisted his body so he could bring his snout close to his privates.
They looked so different. He pushed his nose against his fur-covered scrotum, sniffed, and felt a burst of color in his brain that looked like an exploding firework and just as fleeting in duration. Freddie was about to lick his balls when he had another thought. Why should he rush back to human form? If he delayed, he could skip school on Monday. He could catch up on sleep, not worry about homework, and...
And what? He didn't have a lot of options. Without thumbs, playing video games or using his phone wasn't possible. And he remembered he couldn't even eat decent food — no pizza, burgers, pasta. Banished to the yard, he couldn't watch television. Skipping a day of school wasn't worth this boredom.
Freddie licked the red tip of his doggie dick. "Ohgod!" He growled from the intensity of the pleasurable sensation.