"...How about you roll over?" your friend suggests. Doing as he asks, you rolls over onto your stomach and fold in your arms and legs instinctively. Paul kneels down next to you and begins to rub your back in a massaging manner as he re-assuringly says, "Now this will make you feel all better. Feels good, doesn't it?"
At first, you find it strange how he is speaking to you in such a manner, almost as if you were a dog, but you can't deny that it does feel good and does help you feel relaxed. So much so that you feel the urge to pant. The notion perturbes you but you can't fight the feeling, plus the costume is getting pretty hot. You give into your impulse and open your mouth, your tongue rolling out and making little rapid motions back and forth as you pant. You find it strange that the muzzle of the head mask opened as well since you could have sworn it was non-animated.
But the panting and massage feels too nice to really pay it any thought. It's just natural to you so why pay it any mind? Suddenly the massage stops. You turn your head and stare up at Paul through a shaggy veil and watch him walk to the other side of the room. You whimper, not wanting him to stop. Plus, you want to express your gratitude. He looks down at you with adoring eyes and says, "Oooh, what's the matter? Did you want me to continue?"
Out of instinctive reaction, you let out a bark. Paul smiles at you and then lovingly tells you, "Well, then come over here."
You immediately stand up on four legs and begin to trot over, but then whine again when you feel a strange sensation in your anatomy. It feels almost like it is being molded like putty but with all the sensation and nerves. It's very uncomfortable and practically burns. You quickly lay back down and lift your leg to gawk. You note to yourself your penis looks very different but you ditch the thought because it's bothering you too much. You turn your muzzle towards your anatomy and begin to lick which helps to alleviate the bothersome sensations.
"No, stop that!" Paul suddenly reprimands. You stand back up and bow your head in a sulking manner, ready to whimper. "You can do that later, but come here first if you want me to pet you."
You are then reminded of what you wanted and run over to him. You bound upward to jump up on him but he immediately orders, "No, sit!"
You shrink back and quickly sit on your haunches, waiting in anticipation. Paul knees back down and begins to rub and pet your back in a soothing manner. Your tongue rolls out of your muzzle and you begin to pant once more. As he caresses your fur, he reaches another hand out in front of your face. You sniff and feel content from the scent it gives off, then proceed to bathe it in your slobbery tongue. Paul begins to giggle and praises you, "Good boy. So well-behaved. Now we'll be together all the time, won't we boy?"
You answer back in a chorus of barks.