Wait! What were you thinking?
You shake your head and try to ignore your recently developed gay desires and the boner in your pants; a few drops of pre beginning to leak from the tip and stain your boxers.
“I’m straight! I’m not gay!” you think to yourself. In a desperate attempt to convince yourself that you don’t have a new sexuality, you shut your eyes and conjure up images of naked women. However, despite your best efforts, you can only envision Caleb in your mind. Your mind completely overridden with sensual images of the naked Anthro German Shepherd that leave your dick erect and throbbing.
“James? James?”
You open your eyes to see Caleb still standing in front of you, the hulking canine waving his paw in front of your face. His face has a worried expression, and his ears lie flat against his head. It almost looks adorable, the Anthro’s resemblance to an average dog in spite of his imposing and muscular physique.
“Uh… yeah?” you respond quietly, your voice sounding unusually soft as you clear your mind from the shameful and explicit thoughts you envisioned him in.
He moves his paw away and cocks his head to the side. “Hmm… you’re acting funny. Is there something troubling you?”
You stare at the adorable and attractive Anthro, your eyes scrutinizing his handsome face, massive muscles, and impressive cock before gulping. “N-no. I’m good,” you say and cast your eyes to the side to avoid direct eye contact.
Caleb gives you a doubtful look and glances you over before spotting the bulge in your pants.
“Oh! So that’s what it is.” He grabs your hand and begins to lead you out of the alleyway the two of you were in and towards the road, back to the sidewalk you had been previously walking on. Surprisingly, the beefy dog pulls you gently by the hand as he leads you down the sidewalk. “Honestly, James. I know you like to go all out when we go at it, but you don’t have to save it up for that long if it bothers you.”
“I… don’t… uh, what?” You can’t even understand a single thing Caleb had said as you concentrate more on his fluffy paw intertwined with your hand before looking toward your other hand and realizing that the gun still resides in it. You frown and begin to turn the gun over, trying to find some sort of solution to your current dilemma.
“Once we get back to our apartment, we can take care of it. To be honest, I feel a bit pent-up too.”
You only half listen to Caleb, more focused on the gun, before realizing something odd he said. What did he mean by “our” apartment?
You look away from the gun and back to Caleb, prepared to tell him you live alone, until you see he appears differently. Well, he still looks the same, but he’s not naked anymore. He’s now wearing a tight-fitting blue shirt with an open brown jacket over it, along with a gray pair of pants that have a hole for his tail to come out of. He doesn’t wear any shoes, but he appears to have a watch on his left wrist.
“WHAT THE HELL?! When did you put clothes on?”
Caleb looks at you confused. “What are you talking about? Man, you must be really out of it. We better head to our bedroom. Stat.”
As the two of you continue walking, you notice that the people you pass by don’t even give Caleb a single look, acting as if seeing a giant Anthro dog was completely normal. What was going on?
Caleb brings you to your apartment complex, and you don’t even question it, adding it to the list of peculiarities that you’ve witnessed since you’ve used the gun as he drags you up the stairs and to your apartment door. Letting go of your hand, you reach into your pocket to pull out your key, but watch in surprise as Caleb pulls out his own key and unlocks the front door. He hunches down and steps inside; you follow right behind and enter an entirely new apartment than the one you left behind this morning. It’s much larger, and the ceiling is further away, allowing Caleb to comfortably stand at his full height. It also contains more belongings than you can remember: several video game controllers lying on the coffee table, more than one chair in the kitchen, and an excessive amount of dishes.
This clearly looked like an apartment for two people, not one.
Your mouth hangs open as you examine your apartment in curiosity before resting on top of the much longer couch and cradling your head in your hands. Despite your arousal, the uneasiness you got from your apartment’s new appearance, the bewildering sudden materialization of clothes on Caleb, and the compliant acceptance of a giant Anthro dog was making your head spin. How did your apartment and the world change? Was it a result of the gun? And, worst of all, why did you feel unbothered with the results?
You face Caleb and see him give you a big smile that makes your heart beat madly. You grasp your chest and feel your face flush as your troubled emotions are immediately replaced with infatuation. Was this the emotion you would usually feel around guys?
“I’ll go set the bed up,” he tells you, his tail wagging madly as he walks away and in the direction of your bedroom… or was it our bedroom? You recall Caleb saying something earlier about it, but at the moment, you feel as if that’s the least of your worries. Watching Caleb walk further down the hallway to the bedroom, you get an idea: What if you shoot Caleb with the gun again? After all, if it got you in this mess, maybe it could get you out of it. You grab the gun and aim it at Caleb’s back before you pull the trigger and release.