"How would we go about finding out what my trigger is?" You asked, wondering how you could have gone through life without ever having changed. Part of you wonders if he's just messing with you, telling you what you want to hear, but the rest of you is sure what he's saying is true. It all made so much sense, as unbelievable as it was.
"I've got a pretty good idea what it might be, pal..." David growled, sliding a hand to your crotch. You gasp as a foreign sensation shoots through your body, and you wrap your arms around him, holding tightly against him in a strong shudder. His cock slides on your stomach, rubbing against it, eliciting a growl from him as well.
"I'm...I'm not gay.." you mutter again, still rocking against him as he rubs the fabric of your jeans, getting you harder by the second.
"I didn't say you were, pal," he growls in your ear. "You're just reacting to having your trigger pulled."
"What?" you ask, confused.
"Feel the tips of your ears," David said with a smile. You reach up, and find that indeed, the tips of your ears have elongated.
"Holy shit.." you mutter. David smiles, tugging at the waistband of your jeans and undoing the button. "David..I.." you say, gripping his pawlike hand.
"I think I know how to make it easy for you," David said, "Go have a seat, and rewind the transformation scene." You comply, pausing the dvd right at the point that the change starts to really take place.
David drops to all fours, and wedges himself between your legs, tugging your pants down, sniffing at your boxers. The heat from his muzzle causes you to stir back to attention. "David..what are you doing?" You ask, but your willpower is wavering. You WANT to change, and he's offering you a way to do it.
"Just watch tv, pal," David said, "Concentrate on that...don't even think about me."
"Well then..." you start to say...