As Paul's landlord cupped his prize possessions in his hand, Paul cried out for Kat to do something. He doubled over with pain as he was hit by the strangest sensation in his stomach and groin. He feared the landlord had finally given him the snip.
"Just as I suspected" said the landlord, pulling his fingers out, and giving them a sniff. "Not only is she not fixed, but, if my suspicion are correct, she's just going into heat".
"what the fuck is this guy on" Paul thinks, trying to get his senses straight.
"Look, I will do a deal with you" he said, "I've got a stud named Buster back at the ranch, you let him breed with your bitch, then you can keep the flat, if not, your out on the street!"
"Breed?!" Paul was still confused, but now getting back off the floor where he had collapsed in a heap earlier, "yeah, you know, puppies, obviously I get to keep the litter, guess you could keep one if you so wished. Think it over if you must, but I will be back Saturday morning to pick her up, be ready, or I'll be changing the locks!" And with that, he left.
Still shaking from the ordeal, Paul goes back to his bed, so many thoughts in his head, why does he think I'm having puppies, what did she do this time, and where did he stick his fingers! Let's start there, he thought, looking down, his still still male human body, naked of course, that had become the norm, he did spot something a little odd, some more lumps on his torso, no, not lumps, nipples, fuck, he had teats, he thought to him self, he gave them a little tweak, the pleasure hit him like a knife. As he rubbed them, it was clear they were not human, each one was surrounded by what could only be described as fur, although the same colour as his chest hair, it was much denser than anything he had been able to grow before.
Taking a deep breath, his hands wandered downwards. He was relived to find his very human dick and balls still safely attached exactly where they should be, but as he went further, he felt that same fur again, and then, a warm, wet opening. He shuddered. He took the plunge, and slipped his figure into his newly acquired bitch cunt. He would kill her for this, if it was not the single most pleasurable sensation he had ever felt. His thoughts strayed to studs and puppies, and when he regained control of his senses he had a raging hard on.
Studs and puppies? He wasn't seriously considering letting some mutt fuck him was he? He was a guy! He had a girlfriend. Well, a girlfriend who he assumed did this to him, so, presumably this was all part of her scheme.
He needed to think, he needed to get out the house. He headed back to his favourite place, the park, where he could have some nice old person stroke him behind the ear to calm him down.