Johan looks at the box. ‘So, are you gonna go all the way?’
Hey you guys, I haven’t decided what to become yet, but the minimum is for three hours, or so it says in the
description. How about I’ll change a bit later ok, I wanna party.
Peter, who’s smoking a joint, tells me to get undressed and change now.
I have always wanted a dog. Why don’t you become a dog for a while so I can take care of you.
I smile at him.
You’re not serious are you? If I become a dog now, you’ll have to walk me soon, cause I drank enough to be
pissing really hard soon.
Hehe, they all laughed. Ok, well that’s cool. We can walk you. What kind of dog do you want Peter?
A dobermann he says, but not all the way, I like your hot muscled body stud, take it to the level where you
look like a dog, but your body will still be this muscle stud.
I look at the machine and quickly figure out how it works.
It says not to hurt me or damage me, otherwise I will have to be a dog longer than anticipated, I say.
But how about you take care of me for this week.
Peter smiles. Oh cool Tarzan, go for it, cause I might just happen to have a collar and leash with me, just in
case.
I change the settings on the machine. I have no job at the moment, and no one will miss me anyway, so I decide
to set it for a month, and to partially become a dog.
Ok, here goes nothing I say. And I push the button.
A flash takes away my sight, and before I know it, I can only see in black and white. I fall down on all fours
right away, my body is tingling, changing, as my arms and legs shorten to the length of a dobermanns. My cock
itches, as it becomes a bit more stiff and changes for 50% into that of a dog, a sheath forming on my lower
abs. my arms and legs change, the lower part become that of a dog, ending in a hot set of paws. Then my ears
change, and my face pushes outward. A stub grows above my ass and my bones shift a bit. I have to walk on all
fours. My waist becomes thinner and then my skin changes colour, my nose is black and wet, my eyes change
colour too, I get a thin layer of fur and then a ding. Transformation complete. 50% a dobermann. Duration. 1
year, countdown starts now
I start to talk. One year? I asked for 1 month. It came out as barks, but Peter smiled, knowing I would love
to be his dog for a year. He stood up and walked towards me, putting the collar on my neck and the leach
clipping onto it. He smiled
Well Tarzan, you’re gonna stay like this for a year now. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I sure will.
They grabbed the beer and their stuff and the key of my apartment. They then took me outside, stuffed
everything in their car and said: we’re going to walk you in the park now, then we’ll go to my place, peter
said, so we can party there. I have a kennel set up and me bowls with dog food and water. You have to get used
to it. No more beer for you hehehehe.
They walked me into the park and let me run wild. I still had to get used to it, but didn’t regret it. They
also brought the chronivac, in case Ricardo wanted to eat some chicken. He seemed to be eyeing Bart a lot for
that.
I knew the next year I would remain a dog.
Later at peters place I was put in the kennel, where I had my own dog house. It was outside though. I was
lucky they partied outside. I could see them having fun, but when they all left reality kicked in. I was a
dog. For at least a year. Or maybe longer if Peter put his mind to it. A lot could happen in a year. But
looking at my body, the smooth muscle underneath the fur, was hot. I humped the bed in my doghouse and blew my
first shot of dog cum. Then I licked up up, lay down and slept in the doghouse.
The next morning was the start of my new dog life. And I loved it.