Clearly Duke had similar designs on Mitch as he did for you. You shouldn't help Duke,
Mitch is your buddy and the two of you go way back, but as you stand you can feel breasts
budding on your torso and an alluring aroma is wafting just under your moistening nose.
Nagging doggy thoughts about pleasing your mate and expanding your pack stalk at the
edges of your conscious mind.
Duke cocks his head in amusement as he watches your mental struggle. As your body
slouches back towards doggiedom it becomes increasingly easy for him to read your mind,
and perhaps even influence it. If you are going to escape from life as his bitch you're
going to need time to come up with a plan, time your horny former pet now controls.
Mitch could buy you that time.
"rrr, Ok. I'll do it. But I need to be fully guy to pull it off." You tell Duke.
"Excellent. I knew you would see things my way. What is your plan?" He asks as your
body reverts to its human and more importantly male form.
"There's a game tonight. I'll call him over, have some beer and make a silly bet. If I win, he
wears your collar for the rest of the game."
"And if you don't?" Duke asks, and suddenly I feel my dick pull back into a slit.
"He gets easily confused when he's sloshed. Worst case you jump on him and I clip on the
collar while he's distracted."
"This is a good plan. We will go with it. Make the call." He said as he padded away.
You motion to your still flat crotch. "But what about this, he might notice!" you whine.
Duke casually saunters back to you and sticks his wet nose against your flat slit and
inhales. You shudder, both at the tiny thrill Duke just gave you and at the horror that it
thrilled you at all.
"Its a reminder, and a motivator. You will get it back just before Mitch gets here."
He sniffed longingly again, then turned and walked off. "Don't worry, You're going to
enjoy this."
In the back of your mind, a thought echoed Dukes words, adding "and so will Mitch."