Max was grinning wildly, wagging his new tail and waiting for his next change when his penis started to feel funny. He looked down and saw it starting to stand up straight like he was getting an erection. That wasn't what it was, though; something was different. He tilted his head to one side and reached down to poke it. It was rock-hard alright, but not for the reason you'd expect: Max could feel an actual bone down inside there! Max knew something was going on down there that he didn't have any experience with, but somehow it just felt right. Having that permanent firmness down there felt like something he could used to, something he wanted, something he would almost say he'd been missing all along. He felt the same way about the warmness that was caressing his balls as they got covered with warm fur. His tail slowed down a bit, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned in pleasure as warm, furry skin grew upward to encase his hardened dick before partially fusing into the skin of his lower belly. Coming back to his senses and looking down at it, he realized that this was no longer the proper equipment for sexually satisfying Monica. He wasn't sure giving up his human sex life and expecting Monica to go find male human companionship elsewhere on short notice was entirely fair to either of them. There was a certain allure, though, in the thought that this new equipment might have its own new uses in his dog life. He grinned mischievously and wagged his tail steadily at the sight of a pink tip starting to poke out in the into the warm night air.
The heat and humidity seemed to get worse for Max, and it seemed to give him the urge to do something he knew he'd be doing a lot from now on. He opened his mouth, breathed in the air around him, and basked in the pleasant coolness of saliva dripping and evaporating off his exposed tongue. Speaking of which, there seemed to be a lot more tongue than he remembered! He grabbed at the wide, flat pink mass that was flapping around under his chin as he panted. The audience laughed at his comically oversized organ. Monica thought about the fact that Max (formerly known as Damon) had never been a good kisser and was really going to be her pet instead of her boyfriend now.
* At least it'll be hard for him to mess up doggy kisses! * she giggled mentally, remembering her great dane licking her face every morning when she was a teenager. She was still kind of miffed at Damon for keeping this desire a secret from her throughout their relationship and then basically breaking it off in front of a crowd at a magic show. She'd been thinking he might be marriage material and had been waiting on him to propose. Her clock was ticking and they weren't getting any younger, after all. In a sense, though, tonight he was giving her exactly what she'd been waiting for: an unconditional commitment and a readiness to take a risk and start a new life together. She was still going to get used to that new life being pet toys, vet appointments, bowls on the floor, scratches behind the ears and walks on a leash.
The fur was still spreading, and Max was playing with the cream-colored underbelly coat he'd already grown in. He'd also discovered some sensitive new spots underneath this fur that surprisingly reminded him of his nipples. He didn't realize that an obviously male dog would have so many non-obvious teats, but it made sense. After all, male humans have their own pair of useless chest-welts. Being a dog just meant having more of them, enough to suckle a litter if he had been female.
Madame Illusia amazed her audience yet again by making a tennis ball appear in her hand out of nowhere, in a colorful puff of smoke. Damon was admiring some darker fur that had started to grow on his sides when he heard the noise and looked when Illusia started to whistle.
"Whoowhoowhoowhoowhoot! You want the ball, Max-y? See what I've got here? Who wants the ball?!"
Max stared intently and followed the ball with his eyes, his tail and his body held still as he waited expectantly. When nothing else happened, he barked and went back to staring.
"Go get it, boy!"
Madame through it and the naked dog man ran after it while the audience laughed.