The shrill whistle blew again, as Chad headed for study hall. He heard barking, and the sound of paws running toward him. Then the smell hit. It was like the baloney only different. It was intoxicating, and instantly he had major wood straining his jeans. Coach's pug came barreling around the corner. Chad dropped his backpack and took off after her. He wasn't thinking, at least not clearly. He had never been hornier. As he raced out of the 500 building into the 400 building, Chad dropped to all fours. He didn't notice when he left his shoes along the way to the 300 building, as he pursued Coach Sinclair's dog Gretchen. The whistle blew again. Gretchen ran faster so did Chad, even though his feet were now inside his pant legs. He finally caught up to Gretchen outside the locker room entrance. He was on all fours and his butt was below his shoulders. It was wrong, but it felt natural and right. He sauntered up to the bitch pug and sniffed her ass. Damn, she was in heat. Chad panted with his tongue out. A wet spot stained his jeans. He had to get his cock out? He bent his neck and tried to unfasten the button on his jeans with his mouth.
Someone laughed. Then they spoke, "Chad can't you keep it in your pants until 4? Well, I guess Gretchen's scent must have accelerated the change, because you're almost all dog from what I can see."
Chad barked in assent without looking away from Gretchen. He felt hands reach around his waist and undo his belt and jeans. They were pulled away, and he mounted Gretchen. Ah, the knot tied. Chad became more aware of his surroundings. He was naked, and covered in fur. He was a friggin' brindle pug, and he was tied to coach's pug bitch. He noticed that Gretchen's leash and his leash were both disappearing off to the left, someone was holding their leashes.
Turning his head, Chad saw...