Mel looked at the spell. The words made little sense, but she was desperate. She didn't know how much longer she had until Beth came home. She tried to say the words, but all that came out of her canine mouth were a series of growls and grunts. She whined in disappointment.
'What if I just say them to myself? In my head, really hard?'
Mel stared at the spell carefully going over every strange word. Then, with tight concentration, she THOUGHT the word. Every word she thought of just grew stronger in her mind's eye. She placed all the importance she had, all the desperation of wanting to get back to being a human, into those words.
She remained perfectly silent, allowing the spell to be presented at the forefront of her mind. She would be human again, she would be human again, she would be -
There an explosion of power and light!
She yelped as an incredible heat overcame her - which was quickly followed by a sense of just plain wrongness. She was laid out on her back. Mel watched as fur dissolved from her torso and her breasts swelled back up. Followed by . . . another pair just under neath. And yet another pair. Oh no! OH NO!
Mel got up to all fours and trotted over to the mirror.
She felt strange. At least as a dog, she was passable as a dog. Now, she was just . . .
Mel face was still dog-like, though the muzzle was shorter and the fur was gone. She still had her leathery brown nose and her ears still hung obnoxiously off to the side of her head. She did in fact have six breasts. Her legs and arm remains dog-like, ending leathery paws and claws. They were still very hairy. She still even had that stupid tail.
Mel . . . had a dumb urge to chase that stupid tail.
"Arf," she muttered and stared at herself. Maybe should could go back to normal if she tried to the spell again. She wandered over to the desk and leapt up onto the chair. Mel stared at the symbols that she was recognized as letters except now . . . now she couldn't remember what they meant. In fact, none of the letters made sense to Mel.
'I can't read no more,' she thought sulkily. 'Ohhhh I'm gonna get so much trouble with Mistress gets home.' Mel caught herself. 'Mistress? Fuck no! More like the bitch witch.' She caught herself again. 'No wait, I'm the bitch.'
That was when Mel realized what had happened. Part human in the body, sure, but mostly still dog. Her brain. Her mind. It must have been affected too! That was why Mel felt like such a bad dog. She had been so stupid. She was becoming so stupid. Mel wanted mistress to come home and forgive Mel for being such a bad dog.
Maybe Mel will go to the park. Maybe the male dogs will be there . . .
"ARF!" barked Mel. She tried to reign herself in.
But at that thought, all she could think about was going on a walky when mistress came home. Even though Mel had been a bad dog . . .