However, maybe Connor should have expected what Howard was going to do. Especially with him being a pillow and all.
Started simply enough, with the golden retriever trotting over and sniffing at the new item in the room, obviously curious about the pillow. Perhaps because it smelled so much like one of his owners. Perhaps just because it was something new to be investigated. In any case, the dog seemed to like what he smelled, his tail wagging.
Connor needed to put up with Howard's cold nose snuffing about his fabric, unable give any reaction or voice any response. When the dog stepped over him, the dog's underbelly above his pillow form, Connor thought that the dog was about to lay down on him. He supposed that'd be something he'd need to deal with in this form. If the dog deemed him a comfortable napping spot, there wasn't anything he could do ab-
Wait, Howard wasn't lying down on him. What was-
Connor mentally froze when he realized what the dog was doing, then his focus, unhelpfully, focused in on the action, of the dog humping against his fabric, already lipsticking from the sheath, the exposed tip of canine shaft poking against Connor's pillowcase.
T-This couldn't be happening, Connor thought. Guys! Come back and touch me so I can turn back! T-This isn't funny anymore.
However, there was no response from either of his brothers as Howard continued showing his intimate side to the pillow, his forelimbs gripping the pillow closer, humping against his owner in a much more direct manner than the occasional leg hump. Only in this case he wasn't shooed away from his actions, able to commit in his male dog instincts, cock more and more exposed against the pillow with each vigorous hump, unable to hear Connor's mental pleas for him to stop.
Connor mentally whined, both in horror, and also from the strange radiating pleasure from the doggy pre soaking into his fabric, unable to do anything to prevent the inevitable.
Howard whined himself as he reached completion, shooting hot canine spunk onto his pillow mate's surface. The golden retriever panted and snuffed in the post climax, flopped onto the pillow. Only after a nap and his member fully retracting into its sheath did the dog get off the pillow and trot out of the room.
Connor remained a pillow, now strained by dog cum, scattered thoughts coming to terms with the strange thill of pleasing sensations of the jizz shooting off into him, then soaking into him. Hoping that his brothers would fix him soon so he didn't have to go through that again...