Jaime suddenly felt a flash of heat surge through her, crumpling over and hunching her back. She breathed in short, heavy pants, almost feeling her tongue grow larger. 'It must just be the heat of the moment,' she told herself, completely naive of the transformation that had just begun.
"I-it's getting hotter," she managed to say. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, and her elongated tongue was now hanging out of her mouth while her breathing continued to increase. She could see a trail of light brown hair that started at her pubic region start to grow up the middle of her stomach. Was this...fur?
Jaime felt a strong aching around here forehead, tilting her head back with anguish printed on her face. "A-aah! It hurts!" With a yelp of pain, two pointed ears forced themselves through the top of her head, similar in shape to a German Shepard's. By the time she reached up to feel them, each of her fingers ended with a dark claw. They, too, were coated with fur.
The burning sensation continued into her chest, causing them to tingle with anticipation of the upcoming change. She felt immense pressure as her breasts began to expand, crying out for help or for someone to stop the transformation. She had gotten so light headed that she completely forgot that she was even wearing a collar.
Jaime's chest continued to grow while an equal sensation began just above her furry ass. She arched her back in pain as her spine extended, resulting in her newfound tail. After it had grown, her boobs have not ceased to become larger and larger by the second.
The pressure was too much that her tiny bra could take, and the straps eventually ripped to expose her larger, hard nipples. They continued to enlarge themselves until they reached DD standards, an enormous difference from her previous self.
The weight of her breasts was alien to Jaime, and she found herself collapsing onto all fours. The transformation was almost too much for her to bear, and in a desperate attempt, she clawed at her neck.
However, her hand was burned whenever she cane in contact with the collar. At first she was confused, but then a thought crossed her mind, as if it came naturally with her new body: 'A dog must obey its master.'
Jaime obediently crawled on her hands and knees towards Tre, flaring the nostrils of her wet nose. She began to kiss and lick all up his leg, feeling like an animal in desperate heat.