"Come here Brutus!" Emily called to her dog, a white Borzoi, who happily bounded up to her. "Oh, who's mommy's favorite woofer? You are!" She cooed as Brutus barked in agreement.
Looking up the hill at her mansion, she sighed, she'd just bought the place, but still had to hire the help, so all she had was the furniture that she was given by her father. As the two walked back inside the house, Jeff just finished entering his changes to the world, and the changes began rippling outward.
Once the door was open, Brutus ran inside, disappearing down the hall that had his room, yes, her dog got his own room, while she went off to her living room with the 80 inch TV and $500,000 couch. Just as she sat down, she realized that she was feeling the ludicrously expensive leather on her bare skin, and a quick look did conform she was naked.
"Huh." Was all she could muster at the sight of her naked body, and aside from the unusual sensation of her body slowly changing to the new body standards for humans, didn't make any remarks as her breasts ballooned out from B cups to close to E cups.
As she scrolled through the channels, a pink, diamond-studded collar with little bells appeared on her neck, her pure silver name tag jingling from it as she adjusted her seating position to one that felt more comfortable. Her long hair shortened itself, and found itself done up in twin pigtails, almost in mimickery of a dogs ears, and her previously well-shaved and waxed crotch grew a bush that'd make the 70's proud, before being trimmed into a heart. Apparently dogs enjoyed styling their humans hair.
Before Emily could take stock of her new body, her fingers stopped working right, and the remote fell out of her hand, off the couch, and clattered on the million dollar floor.
"A toy?!" Emily thought to herself, bounding off the couch on all fours and picking the remote up in her mouth, shaking her head back and forth much like a dog used to, the little bells jingling on her collar.
"Emily!" She heard a deep voice call out to her, and she perked up, her butt wagging so much in happiness that her much larger breasts were wobbling, before taking off in the direction of the voice, barking in excitement.
She burst into the kitchen, seeing Brutus standing there on four legs, wearing a loose pair of athletic shorts and nothing else, "Here you go girl! Lunch!" He said as he set down a bright pink food bowl with 'EMILY' written on the side in pure Silver.
Emily bounded forward and began eating her food, made in a factory, while her owner and former dog ate leftovers from a restaurant that cost $10,000 a plate. But she didn't care, as she happily ate what was still essentially dog food in all but name, naked on all fours in what had just moments before been her kitchen, Brutus patting her head, she was happy.