Finally, Jennifer and Daniel reached Daniel's father's house, a large brick townhouse on
one of the city's main boulevards. Jennifer had guessed correctly that Daniel's father
would be away on business, and the pair entered the darkened house. Daniel sheepishly
apologized for the mess -neither he or his dad were big on cleaning, and the maid was
not scheduled to show up until early the following week.
Jennifer asked to excuse herself so that she could freshen up from the long walk, and
Daniel politely directed her to the guest bathroom on the other side of the house. As
Daniel plopped himself down on the comfy leather couch in the cavernous living room, his
eyes stayed glued to Jennifer's backside as she walked away.
Watching her tail sway happily side-to-side, he admired its long golden top fur and white
underfur. He thought about the fact that he had admitted to Jennifer that he had a crush
on her, and had even punched (the recently deceased) Kyle Perkins for daring to call her
"his little bitch." Just the thought of Kyle's cruel comment, on top of the fact that Kyle was
now dead and gone and he and Jennifer might never be able to change back, brought a
soft growl of anger to his throat.
But, as his hand again strayed to the soft white fur of his groin, this time slipping under
the waistband of his pants, Daniel's mind began to accept that he was, literally, going to
the dogs. "Maybe it won't be so bad being a dog," thought Daniel, as his hands closed
around his swelling cock. "And besides, at least Jennifer will have someone like her."
The thought of Jennifer, and her golden furred body -the perfect combination of female
and canine- caused him to moan softly. Cerebrally, he knew that his mind was changing
to appreciate Jennifer's more canine attributes, and yet just thinking of her hands which
were not quiet paws, or her sharp carnivorous teeth caused him to become painfully erect.
As Daniel's own swelling hands worked their way over his throbbing rod, the fear of his
transformation which had paralyzed him earlier during his walk with Jennifer subsided and
was replaced by curiosity. Darn it, if he was going to become a dog, he wanted it to
happen now! He wanted to know his breed!! He wanted to sprout his fur and tail!!!
Neurons in every pleasure center in Daniel's brain were firing, as he felt himself
developing the true hallmarks of dogdom. Although hidden from sight underneath his
pants, with each stroke of his right hand, Daniel relished the feeling of his prick becoming
longer and sleeker, loosing its mushroom-shaped head that resulted from circumcision
and taking the form common to domestic dogs, wolves, and foxes. Simultaneously, the
fingers of his left hand worked away at the lump above his ass, as inch by inch a whip-like
tail squirmed its way out of his backside.
Suddenly, Daniel's newly sensitive ears caught the sound of a slight cough. Looking up,
he saw a Jennifer standing in the doorway, her eyes twinkling in amusement at having
caught her best guy friend in such a private and embarrassing moment.