"What the hell did you two do!? Why am I glowing?" Stacy demanded as she balled her fists in fury. "We'll Hannah hear said you were a bitch" Dave laughed, "You didn't?" Hannah practically giggled, her anger at him momentarily forgotten. Stacy went to take a swing at the redhead but was stopped as she collapsed to her knees as the glow faded.
"Eugnnn..." Stacy whined as a heat apread through her body and blonde hairs began to sprout all over skin. "Ooh What breed?" Hannah asked excitedly, clutching at Dave's arm. "You're actually liking this aren't you" he grinned giving her a squeeze on the ass. Hannah squealed, her face flushing red as she realized she was pressing her breast into Dave's arm, but she didn't let go. "Don't push you're luck dickhead" she replied, though her response was far less sharp than those earlier, and she couldn't deny her growing affection for him.
Absent-mindedly rubbing her swollen stomach with her free hand Hannah repeated her earlier question as the pair watched an increasingly hairy and distraught Stacy begin to morph "what breed?".