"This is absolute insanity..." Troy muttered to himself as he walked home. Now, with the cool breeze blowing against him and the excitement gone, he was able to really feel the tiredness from all the transformations. The 'mild amount of energy' seemed to start taking effect after so many. "Can you believe this Rosco?"
Rosco barked twice.
"Right..." Troy nodded. He was starting to wonder if he should change Rosco back into Dustin. It didn't feel like he upset. His head still head up high as he walked and his tail wagged a bit back and forth as he walked in pace with Troy. They walked all the way back to his house, waving at Clint as they entered. "So..." Troy plopped down on the couch. Rosco jumped up right beside him. He sat patiently, almost knowing that Troy wanted to talk to him. "Do you want to be a dog still?"
Rosco's head tilted. He looked a bit confused. "You know you're not a dog. Right? That you have to go to work on Monday?" Rosco tilted his head again, then looked down. He laid down completely, putting his paws over his snout. "Dustin, you have to go to work on Monday." Rosco's paws went to his ears, almost like he was trying not to hear it. "This is stupid. You have to actually talk to me. Shape."
Rosco's body instantly started to change back into a human's. His snout shrank while the dark wet nose dried out. All of the brown and black fur started to recede back into him showing off his paler looking skin. The black nails that stuck out of his paws turned back into their peachy color while each of the digits extended back into fingers and toes. His weight shifted and changed until he was back to being a full on human. His hands still covered his ears as he tried not to listen.
"Dustin." Troy said. Slowly his friend looked back up at him. Troy hadn't realized that he'd be completely nude. "You need to talk to me."
Dustin looked down at his human hands. Then back up at Troy. "Was I... Was I not a good boy?" he asked. There was almost a sound of desperation. That's when he grabbed Troy by the shoulders. "Was I not? What did I do wrong? I can be better!"
"That's not it!" Troy shoved him off. Then stood up to get some distance between them. "You were good. It's just... You're not a dog!" However, looking down at the man, he still sat as though he were on all fours. His fists dug into the could while his legs sat beneath him. Most importantly, he wasn't at all ashamed of his nudity. His large athletic body had faded years ago. A solid layer of fat covered every bit of him along with a dusting of fur running down his pecs and belly. It was far thicker on his arms and legs. Even though his body had gone back to human, his actions hadn't. "Are you still under the control spell?"
Dustin tilted his head. "Dunno."
"Stand up," Dustin stood up. at 6' he stood a couple of inches taller than Troy. "Sit." Dustin dropped to all fours. "Lay." He laid down. "Roll over." He did so. Then rolled back onto his back.
"Good boy belly rub?" Dustin asked. His hands were imitating what he wanted.
"Su-sure," Troy agreed and dropped down on his knees rubbing his belly. Dustin's leg started to kick as Troy ran his hands along his belly. His back arched a bit as a happy sound escaped his mouth. Troy stared. Was he really under the control spell or was this a trick? "Kiss me," he said.
Dustin paused for a second and then leaned up. Their lips locked. Tongues intertwined. Troy grew lost in the moment. So many thoughts about his friend had gone by, and now he was able to actually feel it. He was able to run his hands through the thick auburn fur running up and down his taut belly. Troy felt himself going deeper into it. Wanting more.
But then he stopped.
"Dustin. You're straight," Troy said. It took a lot for him to stop himself. Feeling that furry belly and those big arms were a fantasy he'd had for a long time. And now with him being able to actually do it, he felt a bit dirty about it.
"But I want to be a good boy," Dustin replied.
Troy cursed himself. 'He's still under the control spell.' Even if he was still human, he'd do whatever Troy told him to do. "Damn it..." he dug his nail into his finger. "Do you remember being human?"
"Of course," Dustin said. "But I want to be Rosco. It feel good when you tell me what to do. Can you turn me back?" He was down on all fours, twisting his head ever so slightly at the thought of being the dog again.
"I--" Troy felt something catch in his throat. He positioned himself on the couch. "I don't think that's a good idea. What about Amy?"
"What about her?" Dustin pounced onto Troy, knocking him back into the couch. His larger, burlier body laid on top of the other man. "Hmm?" he leaned in, nuzzling the side of Troy's neck. Small kisses were quick to follow. Dustin's hands found their way under Troy's shirt as more of his weight rested on him. "I feel so much better with you. When you tell me what to do, I feel so goooood. Better than I ever felt. When you tell me to sit, I sit. Roll over? Happily. Suck your dick?" He smiled. "I know you want me to. I've always known. You're sooo bad at hiding it. It's kind of cute really."
Troy stammered stupidly as one of Dustin's fingers booped his nose. "It's not like I didn't know," Dustin said. He was actively stripping Troy. "When you'd stare at me at the pool. Or watch me change in the locker room. Or when you would bump into me... You'd get so red. Apologize in such an awkward manner. OH GOD! This feels so good!" Dustin cried out. His nails dug into the couch as he flexed his hands. He seemed to be in an overstated world of bliss as he filled more and more of Troy's fantasy. "You want it! I know it! Let me be a good boy! Let me suck your dick!"
Troy was hard as he'd ever been. The kiss was nearly enough to send him over, but to actually feel Dustin on top of him, was a world unto its own. He'd visualized it so many times, wanting to feel his larger body holding him down. Now it was happening. And it sounded like Dustin wanted to please him so bad. Slowly, he let out a nod. "You can... Suck my dick..."
"Really!?" Dustin squealed as he lowered himself back down onto the ground. His big hands meticulously removed Troy's shorts, only letting his hard cock completely free. It sprung up, standing straight. "I knew it!" he bragged. Still, he teased Troy. His mouth lowered slowly to the tip and lips pressed against it. The sensitive tip felt the soft lips and the light touching of his prickly beard.
Troy's hands tried their best to grip the couch. His nails scratched at the cushions. Dustin eyed him with a proud, cocky smile. He could tell Troy loved it. The strong tingling in his brain made sure to make master happy. Every time he did something that Troy wanted, a huge rush of endorphins would flood his brain. Then with every lick, every slurp, every inch pushed further inside him, he could feel all the happy feelings master felt. He happily continued as long as he was a good boy.
It was hard for Troy to contain himself. It'd been a long time since something like this had happened and never did he think it'd be from someone like Dustin. He felt his body jerk. It was accidental, but Dustin didn't seem to mind in the slightest. The smile on his face only seemed to broaden as he did everything in his power to not make a mess.
"I--I--" Troy tried to apologize.
Dustin was quick to join him back onto the couch, snuggling up against him. "It's alright. Don't worry about it. I wanted to do it." He stared Troy in the eyes. "Really."
"But--"
"No buts," Dustin put a finger to his mouth. "Unless you wanna do mine," adding a saucy wink.
Troy felt his face burn bright red. It's something he'd wanted more than anything. Seeing that large mound of semi-muscular flesh stretch his black or khaki pants at work every day was a dream come true. He quickly shook the thought. "I think I need a second... I'm just going to go to the bathroom..."