"So," said Steve, "do you regret being such a huge bitch in the office all the time?" He laughed at Lynn.
Lynn, rather than try to reply, deeply growled at him.
"Bad girl! No growling," said Steve. "I bet you'd like to be able to speak like a human again, wouldn't you?"
Lynn put her butt on the floor, raising her paws together in a classic doggy begging gesture. She whimpered softly, hanging her long tongue out of her mouth.
"Oh, alright," said Steve, "but you're keeping the tongue. It's adorable." He opened his laptop, clicked some keys, slid a bar. Just like that, Lynn had her human speech equipment back.
Lynn watched Steve work. The changes seemed to be controlled by a computer program. Perhaps, if she watched closely, she could learn it as well? "Stho," Lynn said, still uncoordinated with her tongue. "You dare to call me a bitssh and fwuck wisch my body?"
"Speaking of fucking," said Steve, "Your initial panic probably overrode the feeling, but you are in the middle of a heat cycle. You must be needing some release...desperately."
Lynn looked confused, but couldn't deny the deep need in her loins. "Ugh," she exclaimed, "I'd rather fuck a pitbull than a looscher like you."
"Suit yourself," said Steve, "that can be arranged." The computer beeped ominously.
Lynn ::whined:: and sunk down as flat as she could to the floor.