I checked my phone, I still had 8 minutes until Dinner. “I guess I still have time for another test. But what should it be?”
That’s when a neighbor came jogging by with his dog. “I wish his clothes would disappear.” I wanted a better view this time. Instantly his tight tank and jogging shorts were gone. The feeling of air on his naked skin and the sidewalk under his bare feet caught his attention and he stopped. The jogger stared down at his naked body. His dog, a goofy golden retriever stopped with him, seemingly bemused by his owner’s situation.
The jogger was a lean young man in his mid-twenties. I had seen him plenty of times, once he had been shirtless, but being able to see the whole things was a thrill. He had a narrow chest with some hair on it that went all the way down to his legs. His dark hair was clear against his light skin. His dick wasn’t huge, but even from my bedroom window I could see it.
Please with the results, I was real for the real test. “I wish he was a dog.”
The first change was his body hair. It grew thick and long. Before his full coat had developed, he fell onto all fours with a yelp. A bushy tail grew from just above his butt. His face pushed out into a muzzle and his ears lengthened in to points, resting near the top of his head. He was turning into a handsome, fluffy herding dog of some kind. His shoulders narrowed, his arms got a little shorter, and his hands turned into paws. The last changes that I could see were his legs, or hind legs now. His feet lengthened, the toes and balls of his foot reshaping into paws. His hips flattened out and he adjusted his stance, finally comfortable standing on all fours.
The newly minted dog started looking himself over, in what I assumed to be disbelief. The golden retrieved was wagging excitedly. I guessed he was happy to have a new playmate. The old dog introduced himself to the new dog the way they do. The former jogger wasn’t expecting a close inspection of his rear end and he cringed in surprise, his ear twitching back.
I was having fun watching the dogs interact, but I felt a bit bad for the guy. As far as I knew, he wasn’t a jerk like Chuck. I thought about changing him back before I had to go down to dinner.