Clare walked forward to the dog. He looked at her inquisitively. as she got closer she noticed that the dog looked more scared of her than she was of it. Being kind and having little concern for her own well being she leant forward to stroke the dog and comfort it, saving finding out why it was there for later. As she extended her hand it let out a sudden bark and Clare felt herself grabbed from behind.
Struggling to break free, she quirmed and writhed under the grip of the strong male. She turned to try and see his face but the dark and his strong arms prevented her from doing so. He pinned her arms behind her back and reached for her throat. Clare made a gasp as the intruder made to strnagle her, but much to her surprise she felt him clip something onto her neck. What shocked her more was that once he had clipped this thing to her neck he instantly let go, allowing her to fall forward onto her bed. She turned, looking to see him, but his face was too dark to make out disernably.
Clare was about to scream but something took her breath away. She couldn't hardly breath and try as she might she couldn't make a sound. She reached up to try and yank whatever the stranger had put on her neck off but failed to apply enough strength to it. It was leather and felt solid, with a buckle on the back. She couldn't figure out the buckle easily without seeing it and she feared that tugging it anymore would injure her. She was about to make a run for the door when something stopped her.
Clare bent double with pain, clutching her stomach and collapsing to the floor. She writhed as she felt her body twist and turn from the inside. She pulled her hand in front of her face to see it, feeling like ants were crawling all over it. What she saw shocked he more than the collar or the stranger. Hair rapidly was growing all over it, as she could see the form of it changing, twisting. Her nails lengthened, her fingers fattened and her palm began to become more padded. 'Oh My God' she thought to herself, still unable to summon the breath to speak, 'I'm turning into a dog.'
There before her face was the paw of a dog. She had little time to stare however as the rest of her body followed suit. Her other hand transformed in a similar way and her feet were not far behind. Being on the floor she stretched out her legs as pain caused them to click and form their new canine shape. Arms not soon after also bent and reformed, clicking and shooting pain through Clare's body. Hair meanwhile proceeded up from her hands and her feet.
Next her face began to push out, stretching, so her new muzzle protruded in front of her. She felt her teeth all change inside her mouth, her tounge becoming more lubricated and longer, and her ears shifting, tickling, as they clibed her head to their new perch. Hair began to form on her muzzle, a light brown to match her hair, and again proceeded backwards. Her torso, still drapped in her pajama's, was next, with her chest deflating and her ass being lifted into the air by her new legs. Fur now formed here as well and rows of teats grew as the hair proceeded downwards.
Within a matter of moments Clare had gone from being a regular teenage girl to a dog, still wearing her night clothes, and standing in her own bedroom.
"There you go." Said the stranger. "And this time you got to watch Matt" he said to the dog sitting on the bed. 'Matt?' Clare thought, her mind still coherant as if she were human, 'It couldn't be'.
"There, There my dear. Bitches don't wear human clothes" said the mysterious figure to Clare as he reached toward her. He deftly removed the last traces of Clare's human origins, leaving her naked and canine in her own bedroom. This bothered Clare, though considering she was a dog it didn't do so as much as it perhaps would have had she been human. She turned her new head to the other dog woofing at it, testing out her new vocals, whilst still trying to speak English. "I think thats a Job well done" said the man to himself.