Steve walked out into his living room, naked as the day he was born, trying to remind himself not to feel awkward about it. Well, maybe not QUITE as naked, since he had a sheath now, and an expanding patch of fur all over and around the previously taboo area. Regardless, it was time to embrace his new normal, since the most he'd be wearing from now on would be a collar, or maybe some silly Halloween costume if David was that kind of owner. Speaking of David, he was still online gaming in his room, probably chatting with his friends, pretending Steve didn't exist, as usual. At least that would give Steve some time to adjust to BEING naked before being SEEN naked. Besides, Steve probably looked astoundingly weird right now, as a 32-year-old man with dog privates and a furry belly.
[Maybe I should get something to eat.]--Steve thought to himself. After all, it might be one of his last chances to feed himself on human food without begging beside the table or (giggle) nosing through the trash. Maybe he should make himself a nice peanut butter and jelly sandwich while he still had hands. A nice nostalgic childhood treat to say one last goodbye to. Could dogs eat peanut butter? Steve didn't think dogs could eat peanut butter.
As he got out a plate and a jar of peanut butter, Steve looked down and smiled at the rate his fur was progressing. It was already spreading up the middle of his chest and had wrapped itself around most of his abdomen. He had to admit, now that he knew for sure it was happening, he was really getting into it. It was no longer just a desperate act of mid-life crisis or a last-ditch effort to reconnect with his dead wife's teenage son. It was the impossible made possible, and it was something to cautiously look forward to--or maybe not so cautiously, his little adventure in the bathroom were any indication. If he didn't have to worry about work, or clothes, or finances, or technology, or his family drama, or even his own sexual prowess, then maybe a dog's life was worth everything he was giving up. How bad could it be?
Steve's belly rumbled as he twisted open the loaf of bread. The relaxing afterglow of his canine orgasm, the excitement of starting a new life, and the imminent expectation of food had him in a much better mood than before. It was only partially offset by the annoying muscle spasm that had been intensifying ever since his little cleanup. He could sort of make it stop, but the more giddy he let himself get the faster it wanted to go. Why the heck would he suddenly get all twitchy just from turning into a dog? And why only at the lower end of his back?
Wait a minute ...
Steve snapped his head around and craned his neck to try to see down his back. He knew he wasn't as flexible as he'd been a few years ago, so he was surprised when his joints went the extra mile and let him painlessly curl himself around farther than he ever had. They must be changing, too. He got a surprisingly easy look at the inch-long nub that was wiggling back and forth at the top of his furry bottom.
"Heh, I guess I'll have to get used to that." It would obviously be getting a lot longer, and he knew enough about dogs to know that wagging it was a very good sign. He'd never considered having one of his own, though, before that fateful delivery came, he had to admit. Was it, maybe, an inch and a half long now?
Steve turned back from his growing tail to his half-made sandwich, and casually opened the jelly. He idly glanced down when he felt a pinpoint focused tingling sensation on his lower chest, not too different from what he'd already felt (and ignored) on his belly under all that chocolate fur. He nearly dropped his knife when he saw a couple of tiny bumps, right under his original nipples, almost exactly at the edge of his advancing fur-line.
"No way!" He probed them with is fingers, and was surprised that it DID feel just like touching his nipples, only somewhere else, ... man this weird! He touched the upper pair he'd been born with and noticed they had shrunk a bit and were losing some of their color. He traced his hand in a straight line down through his belly fur, and sure enough, there were more, they just hadn't been as obvious at first glance. The lowest pair were almost at his cock.
[I didn't know MALE dogs had nipples...]--he thought silently--[But then, why shouldn't they? Human men have nipples, only not so many!]
Fondling his nippled belly like this was made his leg start to kick out, startling him. He finished making his sandwich in a hurry. If he was changing even faster than he realized, he might not have hands for much longer.