You watch though the eyes of Boomer the alpha pit bull, slowly digesting the dogs simple memories.
Satan walks over and licks your face and mouth demonstrating his respect for you, Its a powerful possition to be in.
You then smile a big toothy wide grin as best you can as you look to the empty food dish - you know its about time that Jack comes around to feed the pack.
Sure enough Jack arrives; he's about 5'7" thick black spiked hair, the shape of a tattoo around his neck dissappears below the neckline of his grey t-shirt that hugs his pecs. He's also wearing a pair on one-piece overalls and boots.
He turns to put down a bucket and tie a lace on one of his boots his overalls stretch tight across his wide back. You're hunge tongue licks your mouth and lips.
You makea lunge for his back and knock him off balance, teh bucket goes fling and Jack cracks his head on a post collapsing unconcious to the floor.
Pulling the zipper down, the suit quicky returns to human form; and a sleeping Boomer emerges from your body. You take the dog from the suit and put him on the floor.
Quickly to strip Jack boots, socks, overalls; you smile as you see he's not wearing anything under them. Finally you pull off he grey dirty and sweaty t-shirt.
Jack's body was built, the overalls hide the thick biceps, pecs and that huge back. His huge frame tapered nicely down to a narrow waist and a 10" dick.
The tattoo started at the back of his neck and followed into a sleeve and continue over his left pec quite amazing.
You suddenly realise that you're hard at the thought of taking on Jacks perfect package.
You stuggle to pick up the guy, but you use the wall to lean him up against for help, pulling him into the suit with you turns you of further as your dick slide up inside his ass, finally you're able to pull the zip up and you start to feel the familiar tigtness as Jack is pulled into your body and the suit changes into Jack.
you can feel Jack inside you, and you have total access to all his memories. You realise that he lives with Bruno, although the details are still unclear.
With the transformation complete you turn and flex in Jacks body checking out the newly formed tattoo on your arm and pec.
You take a sniff of the damp t-shirt, its rank and smells like it hasn't been washed for weeks, pulling it on the dampness hugs your pecs and the sleeves are stretched tight over your biceps.
Damn your new 10" dick is now 12" hard, you pull on the socks, which also stink and then the overalls, which you find are a struggle to get over you broad shoulders. Finally you pull on the boots and fix the laces, just as Boomer comes around.
The dog walks over and you smile, squatting down you rub his face and head. "No hard feelins big guy, it's just I need a human body.." you say, the dog seems to understand as he licks you face.