"I still can't believe that fit in me," Dom said, watching Blaise's knot finally slip down into his sheath, followed by the rest of it.
Blaise shivered at the foreign but warm and comfortable sensation of his manhood getting swallowed. "Yeah," he agreed, reaching down and touching the well-closed opening that it had vanished into. "M..m-may I?" he asked, reaching his hand out toward Dom. "Of course," answered Dom, sticking his pelvis forward. The two men gently rubbed each others sheaths gently for a few moments and even got their pink tips to show themselves again, and then finally Blaise shook his head and got up.
"Uh, I guess we'd better, um, look for Devon or something," he said, not nearly as sure of himself as he usually was.
Devon nodded in agreement and said, "I guess you're right. We might get caught here if we stay too long. And Devon might have been turned into a frog for all we know."
"Don't say that, Dom."
Blaise didn't want to think the shop might actually have magic in it, but what had happened to their dicks? Blaise reached around and picked up his jeans, flapping them a bit to get ready to put them back on. He accidentally knocked a tennis ball off the shelf and caught it ... with his mouth! Not sure why he had done that, and not wanting to think about it, he dropped it into his hands and returned the saliva-soaked toy where it came from.
"I'm starting to think I don't want clothes any more," said Dom.
"Well, we don't really have much of a choice, Dom. You know how society is."
"Pssh, I wish I did," Dom said with more irritation than he intended. Blaise knew how much his developmental issues bothered him but had always supported him anyway. Dom hoped they would get to spend their lives together.
Blaise silently had to admit he wasn't in a hurry to cover up his knew naturally covered privates either. He was curious about them. And about Dom's. But they'd already spent an audaciously risky amount of time on gay sex in the aisles of a pet store. "Now get your clothes on," Blaise commanded, even less sure this time about whether he was talking to himself or Dom.
"That ... might not be easy for me any more, Blaise," said Dom. Blaise looked up and saw Dom holding something long and slightly curved that was sticking out from behind him. "What is that?" asked Blaise.
"It's ME. It grew out of my tailbone just now," came the answer Blaise didn't want to here. "It felt kind of good actually. It was swinging around a lot before I caught it," Dom continued.
Blaise tried very hard to consider that calmly before saying, "Wait, if it grew out of your tailbone, then does that mean it's a--"
But before Blaise could finished his question, he felt his own tailbone twitching. And then he felt it grow. But unlike Dom's which came out wagging, Blaise's new growth hugged his ass, and when it got long enough he could see it between his knees, pointing forward. "Oh shit, I've got one, too! It looks like a tail! It looks, it looks--"
"--canine," Dom finished for him, "It looks like a hairless dog tail." Dom's own was back behind him wagging slowly, occasionally making appearances around his sides.
"How can you be so calm about this?!" Blaise demanded. Dom shrugged. "You know human social interaction is hard for me. Maybe if we do turn into dogs then I won't have to worry about it any more."
"Dog's have social cues too, Dom. They expect you to do things they do when you are a dog, too. Like sniffing their butt or getting in fights or peeing on stuff or--"
"--or making gestures with your tail?" Dom finished, pointing between Blaise's legs to make a point. "I can see you're anxious right now. Much easier than sorting out figures of speech and shit." Blaise couldn't answer that. Dom had made his point. "Well maybe we can't get our pants on but maybe we can still find Devon."