The hair on your body continues to thicken and grow until it is a thick, shaggy mass of dark fawn-colored fur. And the mere feel of fur growing across your body throws you deeper into a profound state of ecstasy. You become so full of pleasure that your entire body covered now in its thick, shaggy fur coat goes practically numb. Your mouth with its darkened flews and sharp canine teeth pushes outward with your wet, black nose into a muzzle. You then feel another interesting sensation as your tail slides itself out of your rump. Your feet and legs begin to change, but you are barely aware of them changing because you’re too caught up at the moment. As you’re feeling wave after wave of pleasure flowing through you and making you pant contentedly and pleasurably. Your fur-covered arms do not become an extra pair of legs for you. Your hands become more paw-like in appearance. At the moment your body’s transformation into something that is half-human and half-canine reaches its climax, you instinctively howl like a dog. Your newly altered vocal cords produce the sound perfectly and loudly.
Afterwards, the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy subsides and you calm yourself down. You shake yourself and feel very confused and disoriented. Your mind is clouded with all sorts of bizarre thoughts. You look into the mirror once again to see what has become of you now. In the reflection, you see yourself as a male anthropomorphic Briard. The only thing that is still human about you is your size and stance, everything else about you resembles that of a large shaggy sheepdog. You try to make some sense about what had just happened to you. But you find yourself unable to think straight. You then realize that your mind is starting to adopt the instincts of a dog. And it is those instincts that are getting in the way of your rational human thoughts.
You try to ignore your newly developing canine instincts and hold to your human thoughts. But the whole mental conflict in your head is giving you a headache. You have to do something, but you can’t even move due to the effort it takes to keep your new instincts at bay.
You finally come to the conclusion that you can’t fight these new instincts of yours. So you open yourself up to them and allow them to weave themselves in with your human thoughts. You sigh and then pant with relief. You then wonder why you were struggling so much. You silently wonder to yourself as to why you didn’t want your human thoughts to become one with your new canine instincts. After all, your memories of the time when you were human are still with you now. You just gained something more to go along with them. In fact, now that you can think about it, it seems very odd that you were trying to resist a part of you that has always been with you from the very start. For didn’t you always think of your true self as being something canine?
You look at yourself in the mirror again and pose a little.
“I’m a fine looking sheepdog.” You say to yourself with a growl edging out your speech.
You rub again at the bulge in your pants, feeling the pleasure rushing through you once again. You smile toothily and then let a deep hearty woof out about how your transformation into a large, anthropomorphic sheepdog came to be. But now you want to be with someone. You had howled loudly just a few minutes ago. Did anyone hear your howling? You hope someone did hear you. And you hope that whoever comes to see you will like you for what you are. One of your ears then swivels and twitches to the sound of footsteps heading your way. You smile and pant contentedly again as the door starts to open. You turn in anticipation as...