Mary hesitated, her heart racing as she took in the sight of her transformed dog turned man. A wave of confusion washed over her, but beneath it all was a undeniable pull towards this new version of Buster. Her eyes lingered on his muscular chest, tracing the lines of his abs, and finally resting on his arousal which tentatively stood at attention.
She couldn't deny the attraction she felt, a mix of familiarity and the unknown that sparked a fire within her. Her hands trembled as she reached out, tentatively touching the skin on his muscular chest, longing to feel more of his skin.
Buster noticed her gaze and the way her fingers danced just above his bare skin. He could see the battle within her, the struggle between what was comfortable and what was excitingly new. Sensing her desire, he leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Mary, I know this is a lot to take in," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "But if you want, if you feel it too... I won't push you. But it's okay to be curious."
Her breath hitched, and she looked away for a moment, considering his words. The memory of their years together flashed before her eyes, the countless times he greatet her with wagging tail when she came home. The times she petted him or the played together in the park.
And now, here he was, offering her something more.
With a deep sigh, she closed the gap between them, her lips meeting his in a tender, hesitant kiss. The electricity that coursed through her veins surprised her, confirming that this wasn't just about the physical transformation. It was the connection they shared, now enhanced by the vulnerability and intimacy of this new experience.
Buster wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as if he were afraid she might disappear. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them intensifying with each passing moment. Mary's inhibitions melted away, replaced by a fierce passion she never thought possible.
As they broke apart for air, Mary gazed into Buster's eyes, searching for any hint of regret or discomfort. Instead, she found only warmth and understanding.
"I'm not scared anymore," she whispered, her voice barely audible above her racing heartbeat. "I trust you, no matter what form you take."
With a soft smile, Buster gently caressed her cheek. "I'll always be here for you, Mary. No matter what."
As Mary and Buster kissed again, their lips exploring one another with increasing intensity, their hands began to roam freely over their newfound forms. They moved in unison, the rhythm of their exploration mirroring the beat of their entwined hearts.
Buster carefully undid the buttons of Mary's blouse, his fingers lingering on the swell of her breasts as the fabric fell open. He traced the outline of her bra with his thumb, sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle tug, he removed the garment, exposing her delicate curves to his hungry gaze.
Mary, equally eager, marveled at the unfamiliar sensation of Busters human male form, running her fingers along the hard line of his abdomen and lower back.
Their lips parted briefly as they caught their breaths, exchanging moans of pleasure and desire. Mary's hands explored the expanse of Buster's chest, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath her touch. In turn, Buster cupped Mary's face in his hands, cradling her as their mouths fused together once more.
Breaking the kiss, Buster lowered his head, planting kisses along Mary's collarbone, down her neck, and across her chest. His tongue flickered against her nipples, sending electric currents through her body. Mary arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, needing more of his touch.
As Buster continued to worship Mary's chest with his lips, his fingers deftly unfastened her jeans, easing them down her hips and thighs. Mary lifted her hips to assist, allowing him to discard the fabric and reveal the lacy thong she wore underneath.
Meanwhile, Mary's own hands ventured further south, reaching for the unfamiliar territory of Buster's crotch. The shape of his canine member was elongated and thicker than a human penis, with a coiled sheath of skin protecting the sensitive tip.
Mary hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering just above the strange appendage. She couldn't help but be intrigued by its unique appearance. Gently, she reached out and brushed her fingertips against the furred base, feeling the warmth and responsiveness beneath the coarse hairs.
Buster let out a low growl, the sound half-human, half-canine, as her touch sent a shiver through his body. Encouraged by his response, Mary tentatively wrapped her fingers around the shaft, marveling at the texture and weight. Despite its differences, there was still a undeniable familiarity in the act of pleasuring her partner.
As Mary stroked, Buster's member responded, swelling and lengthening under her touch. The coiled sheath retracted, revealing a more humanoid-looking head, adorned with a pronounced ridge. The scent of arousal filled the air, a potent combination of their mutual desire and the remnants of Buster's former self.