“First, let’s get you out of those clothes,” the Kennel lady said. “They’ll just get in the way.”
At your mistress’ suggestion, you quickly remove your shirt, pants and underwear and pile them on the floor beside you.
“Very good!” The Kennel lady praises. “You are very obedient. Now, pet, sit.” She motions for you to kneel in front of her so she can attach your collar. You get down on your knees in front of your mistress, and lean back on your haunches with your hands held limply in front of you. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth and you pant excitedly at the thought of being the Kennel lady’s pet.
The Kennel lady crouches down so she can affix your collar. As she latches it around your neck, she playfully runs her hand through your hair and rubs you behind the ear. You whine instinctively to show her your appreciation. All of a sudden, you feel waves of warmth pass through your body. Your human thoughts and concerns melt away and are replaced by the pleasant security of being a dog. You lick the Kennel lady’s face as if to thank her for choosing you to be her pet.
Miranda rises from her resting spot to examine your changes. She sniffs at you and licks you as fluffy white fur begins to grow up your chest and down your legs. A wave of ecstasy envelopes your canine mind as a nub of a furry tail begins to push its way out of your spine. It quickly grows out and curls just like Miranda’s. Your nose becomes black and moist as your muzzle begins to push forward. As it does, you become aware of all the new and exciting smells the kennel has to offer. One in particular catches your attention. It is the smell of Miranda, the bitch who will soon become your mate. Miranda, sensing your interest, turns away from you and presents her canine behind to you. The Kennel lady, who has moved out of the way so that her new dogs can get acquainted, smiles as you sniff deeply the rich scent of Miranda. The white fur continues to cover your changing form as your fingers and toes shrink and become paws. Your ears come to points and migrate to the top of your head as the changes run their course. You give a satisfied woof, hoping the Kennel lady will come over and play with her new Samoyeds.
“Wonderful, my pets!” the Kennel lady praises as she walks over to where you and Miranda are sitting. She pets you both and reaches into her pocket. She brings out a couple dog treats and offers them to you. You and Miranda pause briefly to enjoy the aroma, then quickly lap the tender morsels out of the Kennel lady’s hands. “Good dogs. Now,” she says as she attaches leashes to your collars, “let’s take that walk!”