Happy and very content with himself, Jeffrey padded on over to his water bowl after wolfing down a huge helping of dog food given to him by his master. Oh, dog food was very good (to a large Shiloh Shepherd dog like himself at any rate) when it had some warm, beefy gravy poured on top of it. Anyway, he had to wash it down with some water before going back inside and curling up on his favorite couch for a snooze.
As Jeffrey padded up to his bowl, he sniffed it and cocked his head to the side bemusedly. There was an odd scent to the water. But water was water no matter where you got it or who you got it from. His master must have put the last of his canteen water from their trip to the mountains into his water dish.
He dimly remembered how much fun he had with his master up there in those mountains. So many fun things to do like chasing and bossing the local wildlife around, finding new scents to smell, and playing hide and seek with his master. Jeffrey pushes aside those memories from his mind as he laps up the cold water and feels it sliding into his belly.
Finally, he padded back to the den he shared with his master, went thru his own private door and after a romp and a jump, settled down on his favorite couch. It was a good location in the den because it allowed him to keep an ear out for his master’s return. As he began to settle down for his dog nap, his dreams of greeting his master like he always did began to grow strange and more detailed with flashes of.. color? He hadn’t seen color since he was pup and tried eating some small mushrooms one time. With a whine of fear, he pushed himself up onto his haunches when he realized that he could understand his master’s voice in his dreams. Looking down at himself, he stared in shock as his plush fur coat twitched like he had ants crawling under his skin. Bones began to shift as they broke apart and reknitted themselves quite painfully into something different.
His hips snapped and grew wider, reorienting themselves for bipedal walking. His hind legs stretched as his hindpaws grew larger to support him.
A cracking, snapping noise from his forepaws painfully drew his attention from his now human-like legs. He looked at his forepaws as the pawpad widened, his stubby fingers grew and an opposable thumb sprouted from the sides of his wrists?
As his transformation began to end for him, Jeffrey was stunned by the explosion of information rushing through his still canine head. The virus filling his mind to bursting with the how’s and whys of being a human. Jeffrey suddenly found himself knowing things that he never even knew before.
A quick check of his changed body showed him that he still had what mattered to a dog unneutered like him. Though he admitted quietly to himself, that his cock and sheath looked a little odd.
Getting up from his favorite couch, Jeffrey got unsteadily onto his two feet and staggered through his den’s living room to the nearby bathroom. Once inside he leaned his upper body forward and looked at himself in the mirror. And he saw that despite becoming an “anthro”, he pretty much looked the same as he did before.
As he stared intently into the mirror to admire his new looks, he suddenly heard the front door to his den opening and heard the familiar sounds of....