"That isn't fair. I was finally a man, and now..." your voice trails off, a few tears stringing down your face at the sight of your new pink dog dick getting swallowed up into the packet of fur you'd be keeping it in from now on. Oddly enough, your new arrangement feels warm, cozy, and kind of comforting like that, but you aren't happy because it wasn't the prize your human adulthood had given you.
"... and now you're not," your dad finishes, more cheerfully than you think is appropriate. "You were never gonna be a good man anyway, but now you have a chance to be a decent dog. Is that so bad? Sure, you'll have to work for once in your life, and you won't be making your own decisions anymore, but think about it: your jobs will be easy by human standards, you'll have better senses than even I can imagine, you'll have other people feeding you and taking care of you just like I do here, and you won't even have to wear clothes any more, except for the occasional dog vest. Oh, and if you manage to keep those pure bred nuts, you'll have stamina like most men could only dream of. We both know what a horndog you've already been all along--one of the things you take after your old man, I guess."
Fuck him. Still mocking your sexual escapades even after he took your humanity where it counts. It's not like you gave him shit for all the sleeping around HE did before things got serious with Jason. Granted, you weren't exactly the most supportive family member about him being gay, though. You sure have made a whole lot jokes about him being with men moreso than the how many he was with. You watch your creamy underbelly fur spread more over your abdomen than just your sheath and start trying to think of some way you can stop this on your own. Maybe if you ... um, (sniff, sniff!) ... what's that smell?
You feel your nose moistening a bit and reach up to touch it, disturbed at the strange texture it's taking on. But quickly you are distracted from everything else by the fact that you can smell something pretty intensely. No, you can smell A LOT of somethings, all dueling each other for attention until you just give in and start sniffing the air in basically every direction you can point your head. You can smell ... you can smell your fur. You can smell your father, even though you never really thought of him as having any particularly strong odor. You can smell ... food? Yes, dog food! The housekeeper must have put out dinner for your father's pet dachsund Bella. You normally can't look at the stuff without gagging, but now you can't stop your belly from rumbling at the scent. You can smell the housekeeper! And you can (sniff sniff!), you can smell Bella.
You lick your nostrils, not even realizing you can do so until you have already done it. Is your tongue longer? Licking it again makes the scents a little more vivid and you realize you're really enjoying the scent of Bella. She's so friendly and feminine and (sniff, sniff!) she's in heat! You know you normally even notice that last part, but you just can't unsmell it. You shouldn't even care that she's in heat, but you can't stop the pangs of arousal that are coursing through your very being. Are you ... horny because your dad's dachsund is?!
You hear her yapping while the housekeeper tries to get a handle on her until her morning walk. You shiver, licking your nose and bringing in that scent again. That ugly discolored prick of yours starts poking out of its sheath again. The scent of precum floats into you your nostrils. What the fuck is wrong with you?!
Your dad sneers, "I knew it! I had a bet going with Jason that you'd try to find some way to get yourself off within minutes. He seems to have thought you had more self-control than I did." You ignore him and keep sniffing. You wanna go have sex with Bella right now! But that's disgusting! She's your father's DOG, for crying out loud! You have fucked supermodels! You whine in frustration. If you're not actually going to do THAT, you're going to have to do SOMETHING to relieve this tension. You look down at your unsheathed dog penis and scowl. It's humiliating, but the scents from it are just working you up even more, tempting you to feel something on it. You could try to cover it with your hands, or you could try to do something else instead.
"You, you sure I don't have to hide this any more? Or, um, look for somewhere more private, or ... ?" you stutter, staring at your glistening red beacon, practically hypnotized by the scents and only half aware of what you're even saying."
"Pssh, you can fuck yourself silly in broad daylight for all I care any more, you horny bum. Just as long as your out of my house and out of my hair by sundown," he says.
Your fur is still spreading, and your shaft is still emerging. If it really is nothing more than what a dog has, then maybe you don't have to feel so guilty about--OH! You touch the red flesh and spasm. Your rock-hard dick sticks out a little more. You absorb the fresh aroma of your healthy canine musk. You weren't entirely expecting the feel this kind of pleasure from something so difference from what your body had ten minutes ago. You wrap your hand around the shaft and roll your eyes back in your head.
"It looks like Jason's paying for dinner tonight," your dad says in a smug voice.