The white-robed man smiled kindly at Taylor, though his expression held a glint of malice and…pleasure. Like he enjoyed watching the young man fumbled with his tail and ears. Taylor looked up at him and whined.
“Hush.” The white-robed man chided gently. And tapped a few things into the strange, glowing tablet. “Let’s give you something to ease you into your new form, shall we?”
I gasped and shivered as tingles moved to my testicles, massaging them.
They swelled out, skin turning black then tickled as luscious red-gold fur covered them. Another tingle and my cock was gently teased to erection, a fold of skin covering it, enveloping it in a warm cocoon and pulling it against my belly. The tingles intensified as the mushroom head of my dick poked out the top of my new, furry sheathe. The domed shaped faded into a slick, red lipstick-shaped cock, tapering as it grew further out into the cool air.
A single drop of precum appeared at my tip and slid tantalizingly down the smooth, veiny surface of my new doggy dick. It all felt so…good, like I'd always had it. The rod shivered and grew an inch taller as I watched, fascinated as another pearl of precum oozed from the top of my canine cock.
“It’s alright, son. You’re a dog. Licking yourself is perfectly natural.” The white robed man said.
I never noticed him walk to my side, but now he guided me to the floor. My cock gently bobbed in front of my face, musk wafting into my nose. He took my head in a firm grip and gently pressed it towards my cock. My spine popped and rearranged as my face slowly descended to that luscious dick.
“B-but I’m not a-Mmmph! Mmm-hmmph!” I say as my lovely pointed cock head slides gently into my mouth, smothering my words.
The beautiful, warm, veiny spire was so savory, I couldn’t help but swallow. The contact of my tongue caused electricity to jolt through my new doggy dick. My own sweet-salty taste danced in my mouth as I lapped the precum that oozed from the tip. More pre-cum pulsed out, until a steady stream was leaking onto my smacking lips. Swallowing or pausing to breathe meant that it could escape to roll down my chin and body.
“Mmff… nnff…” I gulped happily.
“There you go.” The man smiled, continuing to press my head further down. “Just a little more to occupy that mouth of yours, huh?”
I can’t believe how flexible my spine and waist suddenly felt. I’d always wanted to suck my own dick, and now here I was, getting a face full of it. The white robed man pressed me further down my immense knob and soon I had trouble fitting the girthy thing down my throat. A few taps later and it easily slid in, my mouth stretching painlessly around it, my nose twitching, nostrils widening.
Scents exploded in my mind as my nose darkened and swelled larger still. Old rotten oak, dust, the smell of the white robed man’s arousal. Foremost, however, was my spicy bouquet. My nostrils flared as I huffed at my musky ball-fur. Precum continued to flow, slathering the back of my thinner, lengthier tongue as it lapped lovingly at my dick.
More taps, and my muscles throbbed in tandem with my cock. They swelled out, gaining definition. Chest growing deeper and wider, stomach pulling up tight, clenching into a row of perfect abs. My back muscles popped into stark definition. It all felt good and warm and right.
The warm feeling became itchy as a short coat of red-gold bloodhound fur spread across his chest and over the rest of his body. I felt my hair recede, coming uniform with the rest of my new furry pelt. My tail wagged below me as I continued to eagerly nuzzle myself.
I barely even noticed how easily my huge cock was getting to take with each passing second. The precum was like a dizzying aphrodisiac, every drop made him crave more. His jaw creaked and lengthened, muzzle growing into view, teeth feeling tender, then there was a pulling sensation as they grew long and sharp. My jowls grew long and floppy, wobbling as I sucked and lapped.
My toes wriggled and reshaped into paws above me as I curled even further, letting gravity help me all the way down to where the knot was. My hands quickly reshaped too, then I intuitively rolled forward, letting just the right leg go down while the left stayed heavily bent and pushed aside. The contortion involved got easier still, and I bent over myself harder, deepthroating and slurping until the knot was full, my thoughts empty of everything but this moment.
Pleasure was building up. The ejaculation seemed inevitable, and soon to arrive. That hot feeling in my groin too much for me to refuse. I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. I could only feel my powerful neck and strong tongue working hard on my cock and knot… and feel how good it felt as I pushed right up to the peak. I both heard and felt myself growling eagerly around the knot as the climactic spasms started.
I shuddered and humped automatically as jets of watery precum shot out. Then a jet of thicker semen spurted out. I tasted the cum along my slender, elongated tongue, and swallowed every drop eagerly, gulping down splurt after splurt after splurt of thick cum as my cock throbbed mercilessly and my balls sagging even fuller and heavier than they had a moment before.
“Rroouurgh… mrrff…” I rumbled happily around the cum and the throbbing meat in my mouth.
“There you go boy.” The white robed man pat me, causing my ears to flop. “Just let it all out.”
I felt strange, thick-headed as the pressure on my head began to increase. The white robed man kept patting me, and I felt my skull begin to pop and collapse under his touch. Gently, oh so, gently, my life disappeared in a strung out haze of orgasmic bliss. The man made a few more taps on his tablet and I yipped and murgled around my cock as my skull flattened and my thoughts focused singularly on the hot cock in my mouth and nothing else.
The air was filled with the lewd sounds of licking and gulping, the hazy pleasure of my afterglow, and the soft groaning of a very satisfied hunting dog. I took my time, continuing to suck the last drops of cum and to clean my shaft and sheath with a sumptuous licking.
The white-robed man quietly slipped a leather collar around my neck as I eagerly cleaned myself and flicked the name-tag. Thunder. After a quick inspection of the my liquid brown eyes, as though to ensure not a spot of human intelligence was left, he attached a leash to the me. I woofed happily as he guided me out the door to the tunnel, a new gift from Lady Hess.
Being a dog wasn’t so bad after all, was the only coherent thought I could muster, my cock dripping pre, leaving a slimy trail on the forest floor as I trotted next to my new master. The smell of the woods was new and exciting and squirrel!. The man pulled me away from the vile rodent. I wagged my tail and rubbed myself against the white-robed man’s leg affectionately.
He said something, a weird noise, but the words were high-pitched and happy sounding. I barked again and he laughed.