The long, furry tail is growing its way out of your spine…it causes the fine wool on the seat of your suit pants to tighten-thereby pulling the material on the crotch tight across your dog cock…you repress the moan caused by the pleasure it makes you feel. For a moment, it seems like the tail is going to explode out of the seat of your pants like a torpedo. You quickly move your hand to your backside and give it a nudge towards your left pant leg. You feel its scratchy, coarse fur making it’s way toward your knee.
A glance down to your feet shows that black fur has been growing on your ankles…so quickly that it has forced your socks down to the base…in horror, you notice that some black hairs are mingling on the tops of your freshly-shined shoes…your wingtips are looking like furtips. Wait…if the transformation is apparent on your feet then it must be apparent on your…...your...HANDS!!! A glance down to your hands shows coarse, black hair…everywhere! The crisp, freshly starched white French cuffs on your shirt are the perfect contrast to the blackness of the hairs growing from your person. Your fingertips look positively Goth…the fingernails have elongated an inch and have turned black as pitch. A layer of leather has attatched itself to your palms.
In embarrassed horror you realize that the exertion from the terror mingling with your rapidly developing animal flight instincts have caused you to pant madly. You try to stop…desperately. Instinct has taken over…it is an involuntary response now. Strings of thick, wet dog drool start to fall on your tie and lapels. To stop this, you have to take your hand (actually, it is almost technically a paw at this point) and force your dog tongue back into your mouth.
One of the bosses snaps at a secretary motioning for her to get you some water. Your body starts to shift…becoming smaller in some spots, larger in others. In an all-too brief moment, there will be absolutely no way to hide the fact that you are turning into a dog…