Buddy sniffed the air, looked at Parker's face, and tilted his head to the side. Parker had no idea how he looked right now, but he imaged he probably looked like a clown of some sort. Hiding his embarrassingly large tongue back up inside his much longer new mouth. Parker looked down at the transformation gun to see if that could have had anything to do with this. It smelled just like boring, inert plastic, but there did seem to be vaguely colored blinking light on it. Before Parker could examine it further, he tensed up suddenly in surprise at an unfamiliar surging feeling in his butt, paired with an increasingly uncomfortable tightness in his pants, followed by a newfound sense of strength and flexibility in his lower spine that he'd never felt before. Wincing from the strain of one of his limbs feeling strapped down tightly from all angles, and confused by the sensation of coarse cloth stretched taut against a confusing new area of strength and hair, as well as the feel of something furry pressed against one of his legs, Parker flinched and turned around to see what could be happening back there. He could see a long, thick, tubular bulge in the right leg of his pants, so he supposed that something unspeakable must have slithered its way into his pants somehow without him noticing! Was it dangerous?
Dropping his pants in a hurry, Parker felt freedom and relief from beneath him, but his relief was replaced by shock, awe, and fear when the furry creature in his pants turned out to be long and limbless like a serpent, and surprisingly strong and quick enough to lurch up out of his pants as though it were lunging at him! His terror at the horror-movie like scene triggered a fast, strong reflex he didn't recognize, but he didn't have time to worry about that because the furry thing darted down under him to stick out front between his legs! Turning his head forward again to see where it went, he grabbed it desperately to jerk it away from him, but instead of managing to throw it across the room, he instead somehow managed to yank on his own backbone so hard that he howled, and the tight grip of hands around something tender forced him to let go immediately, allowing it to tuck itself up tighter, almost against his belly.
Staring anxiously at the chocolate-furred pillar of bony flesh before him, Parker leaned in forward to sniff at it. The fur smelled musky, but it didn't smell foreign. A scent was wafting up from a gland somewhere on it that seemingly pleaded with him to recognize it. It was like an identity thief waving Parker's own ID card at him. It was--his own scent? Parker reached on hand forward more cautiously this time, he only very lightly touched his finger onto the fuzzy tip. He felt a gently finger far away at the end of himself. Probing his both his hands over with some trepidation, he gradually came to understand that this object was part of him. Feeling it relax in his curious hands, he remembered the earlier sense of mobility he felt, he learned to make it twitch and move on purpose, before giving into a burgeoning impulse to align it with rest of his back. He concluded that it looked like a lab's tail, and from his experience with Buddy, he recognized its current position as a canine expression of interest. Realizing at last what was happening, he smiled at his tail and quickly found out how it felt to wag it.
"Do you realize what this means, Buddy? That funny machine granted my wish! It's you and me together, from now on!" Parker said with glee. Or, at least he tried to say that. He gave up on trying to talk and instead put his new canine tongue to use giving affectionate licks to Buddy while Buddy circled around to sniff his former master's tail.