Betty was almost all women at this point, her paws stretching into long delicate hands. Her dew claws plumped and crawled into position becoming thumbs. On her hands and knees she crawled towards Parker, her figure plumped and stretched becoming more feminine. Tackling Parker she began licking his face, her dwindling tail wagging furiously and her swelling breasts rubbing against his shirt. Her narrowing tongue found Parker's mouth, changing from canine licks to a more human kiss. Parker lost his grip on the gun, dropping it as Betty crawled into his lap and straddled him, grinding against his painfully tight pants as she continued to massage his tongue with her own.
Remembering that this girl was once his dog Parker attempted to muster his willpower and push her away. His hands instead found themselves cupping breasts that were well on their way to becoming double D. All that was left to show that the beauty on his lap was ever a dog was a rapidly shrinking tail that jiggled her heart shaped bottom as it wagged. She continued to rub against him, panting in need as the tail finally dwindled away to nothing. She then surprised Parker by whispering "Take me Master." before giving him a playful nip on the ear.