Stacy walks over to Alan and begins rubbing him just behind the ears. His eyes narrow in bliss and his penis pokes all the way out.
"My dear, sweet Alan." Stacy whispers "We'll always be together now, won't we?"
Alan nods his head and begins to pant heavily. Stacy's scent is almost overwhelming, but the caresses and kind words Stacy gives him are enough to keep him under control. Stacy turns her attention back to the two dogs she gave her potions to.
Dale is beginning to grow. His fur is no less shaggy, but it is slowly turning brown. His features now resemble those of a cross between a grizzly bear and a shaggy dog. He is huge and hairy. His mind is confused. Wasn't he a dog a minute ago? No, he remembers now, he asked Stacy to help him turn into a bear-dog for the dance. He always loved his huge size and hairyness.He might consider it permanently if Mary liked it enough.
Mitch is changing as well. His fur is no less golden, but like Dale he is growing in size. Soon he meets him somewhere around the eight foot mark. A huge mane of fur covers his head. His thoughts are a little jumbled, but he knows two things for certain: he asked Stacy to help him turn into a lion-dog and he has always been gay.
The two look to Stacy, who is cuddling with Alan as usual.
"Hey Stace, you tell Mary I was ready?" asks Dale.
"But of course. Here she comes now." a beautiful boarder collie with angelic wings stepped out of the girls dorm. She seemed amused somehow, smiling at Stacy and taking Dales' huge hand-paw in her own.
"Well big boy, we have a lot to do tonight." Dale nods as she holds him, his tounge and penis both starting to stick out.
"Some people have all the luck." says Mitch, giving Mary a wink. She and Stacy laugh a little.
"Don't worry, your date will be coming soon." said Stacy.
As if on cue, a huge male steps out from around the building. He and Mitch stand eye to eye. The male is very well-muscled and covered in shiny black scales, though his underbelly is white. He has a long tail and draconian head with a strange horse-like mane of violet feathers. He otherwise is wearing a centurian costume, the helmet under his arm. He and Mitch smile at one another, then take hands.
"Took your time getting here Hank." says Mitch playfully.
"Worth the wait, it think." he replies, rubbing Mitches belly. Mitch pants a bit, then returns the gesture. Hank lets out a strange purr-like noise.
"How about we go to the dance before you two start making out?" asks Stacy playfully.
The two grin and nod, and the three couples head towards the dance hall.