Nicola sat there fingering her pussy, while waiting for something else to happen... but nothing seemed to change. She was still a naked, masturbating slut and James was still a brown Labrador.
"I guess they changed their minds," she said. "Do you feel any different, Ja__"
She looked over at James, who instead of listening to her, was busy giving his privates a lick.
"James! James, look at me!" She kept calling his name, but the dog wouldn't respond. Then she noticed something she hadn't before. There was a red collar around his neck with a tag attached to it. Nicola leaned on closer and was able to see a name engraved on the tag that read "Woofer".
"Woofer", replied Nicola. Suddenly, the dog turned around and started panting happily with his tail wagging rapidly. "Um... James, er, I mean, Woofer... can you speak?!"
"Woof," the dog replied. "Woof, woof!"
"I was afraid of that," replied Nicola.
Then a strange feeling came over Nicola. She removed her finger from her pussy and positioned herself on her hands and knees with her rear facing the Labrador. And without thinking it she started calling for the dog.
"Come on, Woofer! Come on, boy! Who's a good boy! Yes you are! You're a good boy, Woofer!"
Nicola watched as the dog approached her and started sniffing her from behind. And even as she continued encouraging him, deep inside, she knew she wasn't ready for what was about to happen next. She felt the dog climb on top of her and after a few humps, she finally felt his throbbing penis slide within her.