Husband and wife stood eying their mate, each as changed being Irish Wolfhounds.
Whines and yelps blended as if they were like words boiling out of minds thinking thoughts in some intelligible language. A man then dog and stud stands there feeling his aching doggy shaft, worn from constant rutting at his bitch.
Not a soul around knows if he can understand what he became, but if there be one it might be his dear wife.
Weirdly, some wife and woman stands on all fours, her body aching too, the worst part of her pain comes from that which is sensualist parts. Tits then as teats, and a vagina so soft and sensual became something crude, fur surrounded, and muscular for holding a stud dog in place and tight in her sexual grasp.
Two dogs stand there worn out, but from being then as dogs they favor their mate with some tongue cleansing of the other.
"Waste not and Want not, " is an old saying, as neither dog or human personality felt more desire then but to fondle their mate as only can a dog.