The man next to you in the tuxedo urges you on, and so does the woman
on the other side, she's wearing a turquoise evening gown.
"I don't know?" you mutter.
"Come along," says a man's voice from where the woman was sitting.
She's gone the male assistant is there in his sequined trunks, and
Chippendale's collar/tie. He takes you by the wrist.
Another hand grabs your other wrist. You turn to see the female
assistant in tuxedo man's chair. "You must," she says.
They help you to your feet and lead you out of your row and down the
aisle and up the steps and on to the stage.
A dog barks off stage.
Suddenly, a big pink poodle trots across stage, and jumps up on you.
Everyone laughs. They laugh harder when the magician says, "Ah, when
Fifi is in heat, she's a regular stud detector."
"Now young man," he reaches up and runs his index finger through your
chest hairs sticking out of your open collar, "Fifi is supposed to be
in the second half of the act, but if you don't mind sharing the stage
with her you can help me and Fifi perform a little trick together?"
"Uh, sure, but could you control her?" you ask covering your crotch.
He nose's constant prodding has gotten you hard - and the fear of
being on stage hasn't helped a bit.
He motions to the assistants. They each carry out an object. The man
has a red velvet pillow with a dog collar on it. The woman carries a
large red hoop with the opening covered in decorative paper.
"Now we're going to turn our young stud here into a stud dog for
Fifi," Morpho says pointing at you, "How about that?"
The audience roars its approval. What can you say. It's only a magic
trick. He'll put you in a box and they'll switch you with a male dog.
Probably a toy poodle since this seems like a comedy magic show.
"Sure. Why not?"
"Then put this dog collar on, so we'll know it's you. May we have two
people from the audience come up to inspect the collar and make sure
it's locked, and seal it with wax. They'll verify after the amazing
transmogrification that Fifi's new mate used to be this young man."
Applause and laughter. You blush it's almost as bad as when your
friends and relatives try their hand at matchmaking. Only this time
the proposed date is really a dog. You chuckle to yourself at that
thought.
The male assistant hands you the collar. You put it around your neck.
A woman in a white evening gown secures the padlock and cover the lock
with a red wax seal. The man steps forward and says, "This will make
it on the up and up, my intaglio ring will make this seal unique. A
long plastic cable tie is also secured around your neck. The man and
woman tug at it. The orchestra plays.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, watch in amazement as I transform this
human into a stud dog for Fifi!" Morpho said throwing back his cape
and gesturing.
"Do I get in a box or something?"
"Hardly, take a couple steps back and then run toward the hoop my
pretty assistant is holding. Then jump hands first through the hoop
like you're diving into a pool."
"Shouldn't there be a pool or mattress on the other side?"
"Trust me. I've done this a thousand times. Just run and jump through
the hoop!"
"Yeah, ain't that the truth," the assistant mutters.
They wouldn't have you do this if it wasn't safe.
You run toward the hoop and jump. Your hands push through the paper
cover with a loud rip.
You feel your hands crumple. Fur grows on the backs of your hands.
As you go through the hoop, it feels like slow motion. You see and
feel the fur growing up your hands, covering your wrists and forearms.
As you head enters the hoop, your nose and jaw thrust forward. Then a
crushing force enlongates your skull and moves your ears to the top of
your head. The fur continues to sweep like a carpet of ants across
your body. Your shirt doesn't pass through the hoop, but drops to the
floor on the side where you stood. Your pants and underwear drop to
the floor as if the hoop is a magical barrier. You feel your erect
penis bind to your belly. You don't feel naked as a coat of curly fur
is covering your skin. As you butt cheek grazes the top of the hoop, a
tail juts out from your spine bouncing back and forth against the hoop
as you come out. You land on your clawed paws scratching the stage
floor, as you brake yourself upon landing. Your front feet and rear
feet are both on the ground and your body is parallel to the floor.
The magician did it - he really changed you into a dog. You open your
mouth and bark comes out.
Fifi yelps and dashes out. You are suddenly very aroused as her scent
hits you. So that's what in heat means, your now bright red cock pops
out of its furry sheath. The magician motions the man and woman over
to inspect your collar. Your mind races. It's getting hard to thing.
This is all an illusion, mass hypnosis maybe? Man, you need to hump
that bitch.
The volunteers verify that you in fact have been transformed into a
dog and that the locked collar is secure.
The male assistant snaps a lead to your collar and puts a rubberband
secured top hat on your doggy head. The female puts a white veil on
Fifi.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness the union of this
fine canine couple. Without further adieu, by the power invested in
me, I pronounce you stud and bitch. You may sniff the bride!"
The audience applauds madly. The assistants lead you two off stage as
confetti drops from above and the wedding march plays on.
You no longer can think of anything except Fifi. As you go behind the
curtain, the assistant relaxes the lead slightly. You move to mount
Fifi.