While switching through the channels, Kyle stopped at what he thought to be a fine piece of TV to watch: Balto, a cartoon movie from some time ago.
He'd seen the movie at least a dozen times, which doglover had not, and very soon his own cock started to get erect inside his underwear.
Holly cared not about what made Kyle get hot, so she eagerly accepted whatever channel her boyfriend chose and watched what effect the program had on him.
"See that bitch Jenna," Kyle asked Holly smirking, "she's hot as hell."
Eying the growing tent inside Kyle's trousers, Holly answered: "Yeah, I can see that you like her very much, you stud dog."
While talking, her hands slowly opened the fly of Kyle's' trousers in an attempt to free his growing cock.
"Wow, I'd really like to plow that Jenna bitch," Kyle muttered while Holly freed his now painfully erect cock.
"I'd say this would be not the impossible with... THIS...," Holly gasped under her breath as she saw what emerged from Kyle's trousers.
Whatever dark forces took over control of the TV, they had also infected Kyle and Holly with their infectious curse, changing their bodies and minds.
So it was only a small shock for Holly to see a full-grown, slick dog cock grow out from Kyle's trousers' opened fly.
It was perfect and had grown out from a furred sheath.
Kyle himself felt like he'd always had sported a dogs cock and while Balto continued to be shown on TV, his thoughts slowly drifted to a more active approach in his and Holly's evening routine, while a small drop of precum started to ooze out of the tip of his straining dog cock.
"Know what," he whispered, "sometimes I wished you'd sport a bitch's vagina, Holly..."