While Jon was still examining the bench and ignoring his brother's flirtations, he realized another smell was really getting his attention even more than it had. It was getting to be so intense now that he just had to find out where it was coming from. At first he wondered if it was just something else on the bench, but now it clearly wasn't. Maybe he could find it without causing anyone too much trouble? It still smelled like it was so nearby that he probably couldn't walk ten paces without stumbling on it. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Wait, it's really close! Is it ... right in front of my face now? Did I find it? (Snuffle, snuffle, snuffle.) Oh, man, that is nice! Is it Tina's perfume? No ...
The tip of Jonathan's dick felt cold like it did whenever the sheath started to slightly peel off of it. Damn! He must be getting an erection. 'Not here! Not naked! Oh well, everyone sees me as just a dog around here anyway... That aroma, it's so...' It was alluring. He realized it was really just a subtle facet of a different smell, something he'd been smelling ever since he and Benji made it to the park. It was all... right here in front of his nose now, it was ...
Jonathan redirected his attention to what he could see through his eyes for a change and finally realized exactly what he'd tracked down. His nose was in the rear end of the corgi! She was panting and looking backward, seemingly relieved that her canine playmate had finally decided to "introduce" himself. Jonathan stumbled back, terrified at the implications and unsettled by the tall block of flesh that was sticking out from under his eyes. His muzzle was even bigger now! And he'd started getting a hard-on right here out in the open at the scent of a female dog!
"Well, I guess I'd better get going for real this time. You have my number, Benj, now don't forget to call me!" said Tina as she led her attractive Corgi away with a leash tug. Benji saw his dog brother looked like he had seen a ghost. His bloodhound snout looked pretty cool on him, though.
"Hey, buddy, what's up? You look like something's bothering you," he said to the scared dogboy.
"Uh, n-n-n-no, it's nothing. I mean, nothing different, still the same old not-quite-dog boy. I certainly d-d-d-didn't ch-change anymore," he stammered nervously.
"Uh, OK, well, if you say so," Benji played along. He could see just how well his former brother's muzzle was coming along and figured whatever fraction of bloodhound smelling ability Jon had access to now must already be like seeing into another dimension. Benji noticed Jonathan's doggy lipstick and decided to approach that issue gently. "Um, is it just me, or are you looking rather aroused?"
"What, NO! I mean--I mean, T-T-Tina was really hot," Jonathan stammered, covering his maleness with his hands and darting his eyes from side to side, blushing. He may have been obviously sniffing a dog's bottom in front of the whole park, but he was NOT going to admit to his brother that he had the hots for his new booty call's Corgi.
"Like, I know, right? I got her number!" Benjamin smiled, waving a tiny piece of paper.
Tired of being the only one who was nervous and having embarrassing little secrets to reveal, Jonathan got a confident grin on his face and decided to point out something he was smelling about Benjamin--something the whole park couldn't see out in the open, unlike his own doggy maleness.
"I can tell you're fairly ... 'aroused' yourself," Jonathan chimed in, pointing do Benjamin's crotch.
"What?! How did you know that?" Benji feigned surprise. His erection wasn't as visible as Jon's was by any means, but it was poking into his pants somewhat, and any idiot could see that Tina turned him on just from the way he was flirting with her. But Benji wanted Jon to acknowledge his newfound abilities.
"The nose knows, brother," winked Jon, pointing at his wrinkly muzzle. He knew fully well that his admittedly impressive gain was another big loss to humanity, but he was ready to boast a little bit. Anything to sound like something other than jittery basket-case for once.
"Heh, heh, case closed, officer," giggled Benji, putting his hands up in a mock-defensive posture. "How about we continue our walk, eh?" Jonathan walked close behind his brother, privately reviewing the recorded scent of the Corgi still stored in his snout, playing it over again like a videotape while he walked, wagging his tail in broad strokes.