As Don and Billy “explored” the bedroom, Matt decided to take a stroll around his new home. He was surprised by how natural it was for him to walk on four legs. He wondered if running would come just as easily, and how fast he could run now. Matt was amazed at how sensitive his nose was now. The apartment was really clean, either because it hasn’t been lived in or because in this reality Don and Billy were very clean people. Either way, the predominating smells were coming from the bedroom. These smells, coupled the moans and grunts Matt could hear with his new ears were starting to cause his new dick to emerge from its sheath. Matt noticed this, noting that he must still be gay even as a dog. He was quite relieved by this. It would help him serve his alphas better. Matt also noticed that some dog instincts were beginning to creep in, but for the most part he was still Matt.
Matt realized he didn’t know what kind of dog he had been turned into. He knew that Don and Billy had made him small, but that was all he really knew. Matt began exploring the apartment, looking for a full sized mirror so he could see himself. Though the sounds and smells from the bedroom had given him a full doggy erection. His penis bobbed and swayed as he trotted around, occasionally brushing up against the soft fur on his inner legs and giving him pleasure like he’d never experienced before.
Matt’s adventures eventually led him to a small bathroom. Unfortunately, the only mirror was above the sink, and Matt was just a bit too small to jump and see himself. Matt settled on just giving himself an examination to see if he could figure out what kind of dog he was, though his eyesight was not what it used to be. The first thing he noted was that he was a bit shaggy. Definitely not a short hair by any means. Matt was not the exhibitionist that he had turned Billy into, and was glad to know that if he had to go out in public naked, at least he would have a long fur coat to wear. He wagged his tail noticing how bushy it was. With all of this long fur, Matt hoped he wouldn’t shed too much for his alphas. Though his vision was muted, Matt could tell that his markings were a mix of black and white, with a few splotches of grey around his midsection.
Matt noticed a new smell on top of the smells of sex drifting from the bedroom and infiltrating the apartment. The new smell was a bit muskier than the old ones. It didn’t take long for Matt to figure out the smell was coming from between his hind legs. His dick was fully erect and starting to leak, dripping precum onto the hardwood floor. Matt knew not to let the precum stay there, he was a good boy and good boys cleaned up after themselves. He circled back around and leaned his snout down to the ground, his long tongue lapping up the precum on the floor. Matt sat back on his haunches, eyeing his throbbing erection. He knew it wasn’t just going to go away, and he didn’t want to drip more precum on the floor. So he bent in on himself and stuck his long, dexterous tongue out to meet his throbbing erection. Maybe being a dog wasn’t that bad afterall.