"I've trouble enough, he thinks and kicks the collar under the washing machine." The excuse must be both realistic and possible to be believed.
"I'll tell her that I triped while walking and hit my head. I blacked out and....." Mrs. came home early afternoon since monday was a holiday. Mr. Ken told his whopper of a story. The Mrs.' was at present unable to suggest anything else, so she kissed the ole' fool and let the situation pass, for now.
Later as Mr. Ken patted himself on the back for not having to tell how the yellow cursed triangle had caused his change appearance. Both of their sons' were away from home and left the two lovers alone.
After putting the two dogs into their night crates, the two lovers retired to a kingsize bed. Mr. undressed in private and walking into the black dark room crawled into bed with Mrs. Covers went down and then pulled up to cover the happening. A sort of christian ritual of personal privacy in a intimate way.
As the romp continued till well past midnight, Mrs. noted the medallion still around her husbands' neck. Asking where it came from she made a note that it was glowing blue in the dark room.
"I found it on my walk before I hit my head, he said." The Mrs.' looked into his eyes and could tell there was more to the story than what he told.
"Since you found a necklace, I found a necklace too." Reaching up she clipped on the massive Malmute collar. "There is a decoration fit for that bullshit story, Mrs. said in an angry voice. I suppose some chick gave you that for some personal attentions?"
"No way dear it's all true, I grrruufff, I ggrrrrruufffed, cough, cough, he jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom." Closing and locking the door he looked in the mirror. His nose was jet black on the end and black fur was growing on face, head, neck, and chest.
"This can't be, he thought." As fur bloomed everywhere, feet rolled into paws of great size. Legs reshaped into big dog' hind legs and a flat rump. A tail sprouted as his fore legs and paws completed. He looked down and felt relief to see a pair of testicles and a furred sack. A large dog sheath now adorned his lower belly. Looking into the mirror a reflection of their BIG DOG, King the Alaskian Malmute stood on hind legs looking back.
Yawning as only a dog can, dropping to the floor his mind devolving to almost animal walked out into the bedroom. There to his delight was Mrs. Ken kneeling on the bed, laughing. In one great jump he bounded onto the bed and sniffed a moist pussy.
"Get away you beast, she said." Turning she saw a large black dog that had died five years ago. The BIG DOG's pink pointed cock was out long and stiff. It was dripping with cum of anticipation of procreation. Mrs. let out a short scream as the cock poked into her warmth.
A rock hard rammed deep into the woman's virgina. The big dog wrapped his forelegs around her hips and pounded away. The sex was a savage delight for both dog and woman. Somewhere in the moment of passion she blacked out and as the dog dismounted he turned and ran out of the house.
In the street a nose smelled many lovely sniffs'. Not long before he came upon a female Dobberman in heat. Again the rock hard, hard made it's desire felt by another female. This time his knot moved deep into the bitch and they rested together for four hours.
Morning light flooded into the bitch's dog house, as the mates awoke to a new day. The sun also woke the human male mind. Rememberances of last night with both wife and a bitch. Yet he still was a full grown 200 pound Malmute stud.
Truly he was King for a Day !