Cal hears the slam of a car door and tries again to move to the open kennel gate. The bitch still has a deathgrip on your cock and is intent on not losing this erotic canine tug of war. You stretch your legs and yelp when you lift up her rear end with entrenched dick. You realize your legs and arms are still human except for your german shepherd fur and malformed paws, and have no trouble getting enough clearence to painfully drag your bitch to the opening.
You feel grass on your doggy fingers and stop instinctively squinting to see a police woman in her late thirties holding a familiar collar. You try running but immediately fall when your bitch sees an opportunity to yank you back.
Mark's mom fastens the collar tightly around your neck, locking you in your anthro dog form, your fingers are no longer nimble enough to undo the buckle but at this point you don't know which direction you're transforming. Mark's mom reaches between your hind legs and feels you up. You pant heavily and release another load into Helen's cunt before popping out.
You see your wallet sticking out of her breast pocket as she continues to hold your maleness and looks into your canine face. Your tail instincltively curls up between your kneeling hind legs. "Cal, this is a pretty interestng toy you got here,you should be more careful with what you play with..."