As you bound out of the basement in your dog costume, Uncle says, "Oh, Sis, I've gotta go now. Promised I'd take John to the park. You know walkies. The cute fella even brought me his leash."
You stop short and balk. He's talking about you to your mother like you are really a dog. Your suddenly acute hearing picks up the muffled voice of your mother from the phone's ear piece saying, "Well, John-John, is really a good dog, I just didn't have the heart to take him to the pound. Thank you so much for taking him, Jack. It's just too bad that so many apartment buildings don't allow dogs. Oh, and be sure to take him to the vet and get him licensed."
"Don't worry, Sis, I will."
You figured Jack was playing you when you came out of the basement, but how could mom know which costume you'd picked? Let alone how could anyone expect that you could hear her part of the conversation? There's something freaky about this costume! What did Jack say about being a wizard?
You struggle with your nose and mouth to find the zipper pull. It's got to be here somewhere, doesn't it? You burrow your nose in you're fur. It's amazing how sensitive the suit is as you feel your nose on your torso. It's like you're really a dog. You find yourself licking yourself and freak, there's no way your mouth could reach your dick, at least not before you put the costume on.
"Bye,Sis," Jack said hanging up the phone, "Stop that John-John!" he snapped at you, and grabbing a rolled up newspaper he whacks you on the nose, "Bad puppy!"
You whine, but stop licking yourself.
Uncle Jack says,"Good boy, now you wait here. I need to get someone to mind the shop, while I take you for a walk. He ties your leash to ring mounted into the counter. Then he goes to the door and shouts, "Bruno, here boy!"
A big mastiff enters, "Bruno, this is John-John, keep him company, while I go downstairs," Jack said closing the door and disappearing into the basement.
Bruno pads slowly toward you with his eyes locked on you. You feel small compared to the huge dog glowering at you. Drool dribbles from his bared fangs, as he sniffs the air around you, and then sniffs your butt. You find yourself sniffing his butt too. You lower your ears, and bow submissively exposing your belly to the alpha dog.
"Yeah, you'll make a nice bitch," Bruno said in a deep gutteral voice.
"You can talk?"
"So can you!" he retorted.
Of course, humans would only have heard a couple dogs barking.
Getting over for the moment that the dog talked, you think about what he said, and gasp, "Bitch? But I'm a guy! What do you mean by that?"
Bruno still behind you nuzzles your butt and you feel his tongue lick and lube your hole.
"Oh,no," you begin to say.
"Here, Bruno," Jack shouts as he emerges from the basement. He's carrying your clothing.
You feel relief and hope. He's going to help you.
Instead he begins to put your briefs on Bruno, and your socks and you're amazed to see the physical changes occurring in Bruno as his hind legs become human. In a few minutes, there's a 20 year old man wearing your clothes, which are clearly a bit too small for him.
"Bruno, you watch the store, while I take John-John to the V-E-T-S," Jack says.
"Sure thing, Master Jack," Bruno says eagerly.
Your clothing turned him human, so Uncle Jack must know who you really are, musn't he? You strain at your lead to get close to the man wearing your clothes. You want them back.
"Okay, John-John, time to go walkies. You can play with Bruno when we get back. Oh, and Bruno, review those books on the counter. When we get back, you can begin John-John's obedience training."
Jack leads you out the front door, and on to the porch. You suddenly feel terribly naked. You realize the dogsuit isn't a costume any more it's your naked skin. You really are a dog.
Jack tugs at the lead as you remain frozen on the steps. "Come on boy, come on!" You follow him down the steps and into the gravel parking lot. In a few minutes you're walking in the dirt and grass along the side of the road as you walk toward the park.