Soft tan colored fur lines the inside of your crotch and extends around an impressive cock, attaching it to your lower belly. The sounds and smell of Buster thrusting into your sister only add to your erection, and you decide the only way to avoid committing incest is to get out of the house until the whole thing blows over.
Picking up your nokia you call your highschool buddies, "hey Mark, I need a place to stay a couple a nights, can I crash in your basement"
"umm, sure, just don't bring drugs or anything, my mom's a cop you know", Mark always was a pushover trying to hang around the popular athletes, good thing his insecurity lasted after highschool.
"I'm not an idiot, no one will even know I'm there".
You end the call and look back down, you rub your hand against your new fur and marvel at its softness. "Taking a whiz is going to be difficult" you think as you pull your athletic shorts up over your canine equipment and adjust your shirt to look more natural. The dog cock and balls don't like being restrained and you find yourself ultimately tying your shorts as low and loose as possible and letting your T-shirt cover everything else.
Taking the collar with you you go to your car. You keep everything you need in there in case you want to make a show of leaving fast. Mark just lives a block away and the cellar window behind his house hasn't latched since the eigth grade.