... a changing Brad. It seem like he must have start changing at the same time you started howling, by the looks of it he is halfway there. He's standing slightly haunched with his two paw like clawed hands stretched out in front of him. A tail has already managed to wriggle itself out of his pants. His arms are covered by a coat of heavy black fur, and the fur on his paw hands is white there's also a stripe of brown just above each of his paw hands. His face looks really strange, not only because of his darkening nose, it also look a bit swollen. But his face has mostly been spared from the fur growth. As you give his feet a look you see that he's standing on his toes, his feet's has grown longer which seems to have forced him to kick off his shoes but his socks are still on his feet.
When you look up on his face again you meet his eyes. They're filled with fear and confusion, which matches the smells that comes from him. He let's out a yelp, a sound which seems to have surprised him. He looks down on himself and you follow with your eyes. He slowly begins to unbutton his pants and pulls down his zipper. Without him noticing you see that his ears has covered them self with black fur and has started to grow in seize. Your attention is turned back to his pants, they start to look very uncomfortable as his feet grows longer and his tail gets squashed by his pants. He starts to pull them down, as he bends forward he tips over and catches himself with his paw hands which now looks to have only about 3 maybe 2% hand in them left. He stands on all fours with his left flank against you and his pants piled up around his feet. His legs now look totally canine to you and Brad also seems to be aware of this fact as he gives his hindquarters a terrified look. Suddenly he lets out a yelp of pain as his face starts to push out, fur starts to sprout and cower his face and his forehead lower itself.
You walk up to him to help him out of the last of his clothing before he becomes fully canine. You grab his underwear with your teeth and pull it down, Brad doesn't even seem to notice. You come just in time to see his black furried penis and sac pull themselves up and attach themselves against his furry stomach. The once human penis is now a canine sheath.
Suddenly you hear Brad's voice. "That bitch! I wasn't supposed to become a dog too! That wasn't part of the arrangement!"