Not only was my cock gay, it's spunk was magic. Apparently.
The boy's nose was dark and wide. I raised my hands to my mouth. His ears began to grow as he asked, "What's wrong?"
"Look at you!"
His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he began to pant.
"What?"
He was starting to shrink.
"You're changing!"
His thumbs began to fuse against his hands.
"What do you mean?"
He looked down at his body. His skin was starting to sprout thick, brown fur.
"What the fuck!"
I stumbled backward, away from him and backed into a shelf.
"Dude, you gotta help me!" he whimpered.
He walked toward me. With every step he got shorter. His knees spun round and bent the wrong way. He almost tripped over before a long,
fluffy tail sprouted behind him. By the time he reached me, he barely reached my navel.
"Help me! What's happening!?"
His face pushed out into a broad muzzle. His ears flopped over each side of his head.
"I'm sorry!" I pleaded, "I didn't know this would happen, I swear!"
He placed his hands against my stomach, trying to get comfort. His cock fused against his belly.
"You gottaaaa... aaaarr... arrrf"
His voice was becoming little more than grunts and barks. By then, he was nothing more than a confused looking husky, leaning against me
with his front paws.
"It's okay," I reassured him, petting his head, "I can fix this."
I realised I didn't even know his name.