It wasn't long after Chery's transformation was complete that she felt a weight on her back. Buster, following his natural instincts as a fully equipped male dog, was vigorously mating with this enticing new bitch. Chery was overwhelmed by his carnal enthusiasm, so different from her heaving, puffing husband, who was good for about thirty seconds before rolling off her and falling asleep. She hadn't had a male this excited about her since Johnny what's his name on prom night, and it felt wonderful. Sex as a dog was very different from sex as a human, but even more satisfying.
Chery knew she needed to explore this new world, of which sex was only a part. She didn't want to go back to her oafish husband and whiny, ungrateful kids. She couldn't leave the wonderful new smells and sensations she was feeling to return to her dull, suburban existence.