Henry kept staring at his friend. "You're turning into a dog!" He watched Jacob feel his face and then spin around to shove the male off. But the German Shepherd apparently lunged back, throwing Jacob back against the gate. The young man lost his balance and fell to his hands and knees, facing Henry. Before he could get up, Captain was on him with both forelegs wrapped around his waist.
Jacob looked stunned, shaking his head as if to clear it, and then gasping as the huge male suddenly shifted forward with a hard thrust. "AAHH! He's in me! Get him offffrrrruuufff!" Jacob's eyes glazed over and he stopped all struggling. Captain was pumping frantically, each thrust causing Jacob to become more animal.
As Henry watched his friend becoming a bitch, he suddenly realized that he was changing too. Turning, he got another faceful of dog slobber from MaryAnne, who looked a lot bigger. He was going to become a male Great Dane! Backing away, he stumbled in clothing that was far too big. He kicked it off, and then stared down at himself in confusion.
He looked like a boy! Well, mostly. Golden-brown hair was spreading over his skin, but the arms, legs, and pre-pubescent genitals looked like they belonged to a ten year-old! He was smaller than the dog now. Why was he getting younger?
MaryAnne followed him, and started licking his chest. It pushed out even as his already narrow shoulders shifted down. Remembering all the licking to his head, Henry reach up to feel his face. It was pushed out, but worse, his skull seemed to have flattened behind his eyes!
The Great Dane's tongue washed over his belly, his crotch, his legs. Henry stared down at what was a now an 8 year-old's body, then 7, then 6. She was turning him into a puppy! But why? For the first time, Henry realized that the dog's belly was swollen, and her teats were only slightly enlarged. MaryAnne was heavy with puppies, probably due to drop them in a few weeks. If she had puppies on the way, why did she want one older one before she was making milk?
Henry sat down, staring at his odd-looking five year-old body. His hands were more like paws now, and it was hard to bend his arms. MaryAnne moved to sit behind him, her powerful forelegs walling him in on either side and her warm stomach against his back. He looked up, and got a slobbery kiss. It felt very safe here. Henry let her keep licking his face, knowing it was wrong but unable to fight the powerful instincts telling him to relax.
She had to bend far over now, for he had shrunk to the size of an infant. A tiny yip came from his throat, and he felt tired. The world was expanding around him, but all he wanted to do was sleep now.
An enormous muzzle nosed him across the floor, and he barely managed to open his eyes enough to see that she was moving him toward her rump. Awareness suddenly returned, but it was too late. Henry struggled feebly, but she pressed him up against the swollen, moist lips of her sex. It was an entrance - he was going to join the rest of her brood as an unborn puppy! There was pressure all around, then darkness, then...