Jeff was still awash in the pleasures with the second Bruno still knotted deep in his dog she bitch cunt when he heard the alarm. To his dog ears it was absolutely shrill and it completely shook him from the daze of pleasure and glow. "I have to get him out of me before my cock grows back" Jeff thought, not being able to conceive of what might happen if he couldn't.
However the computer was already humming and calculating transformations, and while his mind maintained its human cognitive abilities, he still had the color blindness of the Irish setter. Because of this he did not see the computer calculating interferences in returning him to his default form, so once again the computer made a strange judgment on the situation.
Jeff felt his hair receding even though the doggy cock was still buried in him. His fur thinned, as did any preexisting body hair...save on his head, which reddened and lengthened. He continued feeling the knotted cock deep in his still very feminine but very un-canine sex.
"Oghh godds nooghh" S(he) shouted as he felt the repositioning of the sex re-arousing the dog which decided to go at it again, even as the knot was just starting to shrink.
Calling out in the clear unrecognizable voice of a tall willowy redhead in her mid twenties. Green eyes functioning but strangely now able to see her fate spelled out for her on the glowing screen of the computer.
Sexual Obstruction Prevents Reassertion of Primary Male Sexual Characteristic, correcting to available form.
S(he) knew two things at once. 1. That this form she had been assigned was specifically designed to be best serviced to in terms of pleasure by the mate mounting her, and vice versa, and... 2. Though she might be able to call up a different form, it might be impossible to get back her original body from the computer.
But really the contrast between her shame and her newest round of orgasms was really muddying the waters of her mind in that regard.