It is a dog’s form that you now take…and a dog’s instinct takes you right to the leg of your Master. Your huge, muscular dog body attaches itself to his leg like a starving barnacle to the hull of a ship. You hear him yell out as your cock starts doing a kinetic motion on his leg; you are still under the table as he tries to free his leg from you by shaking it back and forth. “This is my Master,” you think to yourself as the wet tip of your rock-hard cock scrapes the fabric of his pants “I’m showing Master that he is most important,” your dog logic tells you. Amidst the sound of his shouting, you go into the throws of pleasure…at once relieving your sexual tension and feeling that you are doing what’s most appropriate. So intense is your base, animal need to get off, a nuclear bomb could go off, and you wouldn’t even notice. That’s precisely why you don’t notice that the spell is wearing off…very fast! All signs of your dog form fade from view in a breath. With heroic effort, using the tabletop as leverage, your boss has yanked his leg-with a thrusting, releasing moaning you in tow from the table. Gasps are heard in the room. One secretary screams, the other one starts to laugh. You notice the human hand poking out from the cuff of your shirt. Again, your hand flies to your face...this time finding it smooth and clean-shaven.
“WHAT THE HOLY FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!?!?” your boss screams down at you, his face purple with rage. You try to open your mouth…it is so dry, from terror, from the exertion of shifting species several times in just moments…you can’t speak. Suddenly, the boss’ eyes widen as you realize you have just dumped your load all over his pants…it flows and flows.
You used to think those cum shots in pornos could only have been done with special effects…nope…no porn star ever made a mess this big.