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The garage was empty as Zeak pulled in, Carmen must have run to the store to gather supplies for her presentation later that day. Regardless of the reasoning the short-furred canine was glad his wife was not home for this. Locking the car was rote behavior and even in his current state of confusion Zeak found the small ritual comforting. The thump of the pin meant he was home. He wished that would ease his tension more than it had.

Zeak passed through the house in its current state of chaos to enter the bedroom at the far end of the single-story domicile. Carmen's drafting project was sprawled across her work space in the office, the only evidence that his wife worked from home most days. The rest of the house was well lived in too. Odds and ends had been accumulating on the kitchen counters again. Inside the bedroom their pictures froze beautiful moments of their life and sat upon the dresser, while a few days' worth of clothes lay around the dirty laundry bin.

Zeak stopped in front of the mirror where just earlier that day he'd been adjusting his tie. He was still wearing the white button down with a black tie he always wore on a business day. He'd read somewhere that reducing your choice of clothes helped you keep your head straight. That obviously hadn't worked because the muzzle clad face looking back at him was very canine in origin. Vibrant green eyes shone out of a light grey face. Brown hair nearly shoulder length was messily tasseled in a style-less fray around him excluding a patch of black which came streaming out from his head just above his left eye.

He had simply gone mad. That was the only real explanation here. Zeak removed the tie and unbuttoned his shirt from the collar down. He did not stop there though, as the strange sight continued unhindered by the boarders of his clothing. His shaking fingers struggled to unfasten his belt before he realized he could simply wiggle his hips a bit and have the black trousers fall away. The grey of his face was surrounded by black just like most of his body. Zeak's neck, chest, and inner thighs were all the same soft grey that contrasted the obsidian black flesh of his nipples peeking out of the fur of his petite breasts.

The anthropomorphic canine standing in front of the mirror staring back at Zeak was a stunning creature. She couldn't have been more than five foot two and had a slight build that likely weighed around a hundred and ten pounds. She was smaller than Carmen. She was most definitely a she now in every evident way. Zeak reached a hand up and cupped one of his small breasts with a tenderness reserved for small children and the injured. The tight knit nerves along the underside of the breast lit up from the caress just to signal for the nipple there to erect itself a bit more prominently. How could this have happened? It was something straight from a science fiction novella with far too much sex scenes to be of substance.

Zeak would have explored farther, but the front door slammed open with a muffled "I'm Home!" It was Carmen's voice. She must have noticed the Nissan in the garage when she came in. "Are you feeling sick today Hun?" She called as a clatter rustled in the adjacent office. She had to put down her supplies before she could check on him. With clumsy movements Zeak closed the bathroom door and locked it. What was he going to say?! How do you explain to your wife that you got turned into a woman, but not just a woman, a dog! Pacing back and forth still mostly naked but for the open button down Zeak panicked.

Carmen arrive at the bathroom door knocking with concern in her voice "Zeak? Are you doing alright in there?" Zeak felt bad for worrying her but was simply terrified at how his voice would sound. He cleared his throat twice and tried to speak. "Yeah, I'll be okay." He tried, but it came out high pitched and deformed. He wasn't making the right shapes in his mouth when he tried to talk to her. The concern in Carmen's voice doubled as she asked "You sure? Have you been throwing up? I'd like to come in." She turned the knob and the lock engaged saving Zeak from momentary discovery.

"No! it's okay. I'm just..." The words jumbled but had an approximation to English now. The tone was still wrong, and he made the strangest keening noise as the stress began to get to him. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up, his large radar like ears had swiveled back, and his posture was bent in on itself with worry. In the mirror he looked like a dog that knew it was about to get beaten. Carmen sighed and pressed a hand against the other side of the door "I'll get you some water and Tylenol." She knew him too well, but this time he hadn't forgotten to take medication to help an overwhelming head ache.

The bathroom did not serve as a particularly decent hiding place even after Carmen dropped the water off in the bedroom. She had to go work on her project before the client arrived, but this wasn't just something Zeak could run away from. So, he spent almost two hours in front of the mirror mouthing syllables and making sounds till he could speak simple phrases well enough... at least enough to say Carmen, I love you. If it was the last thing he would say to his wife, he would make sure she understood it.

Carmen came into the bedroom and was immediately worried by the fact that Zeak hadn't yet left the bathroom. She knocked harder this time than before. "Zeak?! Did you pass out?" She rattled the door a bit testing the door. Zeak called out to her before Carmen could turn to get the bathroom key which was in the utility drawer of the kitchen. "Hey, I'm coming out. Just... Don't freak out." Puzzled Carmen waited as the door opened. Zeak was dressed again though she looked disheveled. Carmen nearly fell over when the canine made a small way and said "Hi."

A barrage of alarmed questions came at Zeak which he tried to answer. "Oh god what? Zeak? What happened to you? On your way to work you were gassed? How can that happen? Are you okay?" Most of his answers were lame, and hard to understand, but that last question she asked brought Zeak to tears. He threw himself into Carmen's arms and wept primarily out of confusion. So, Carmen held her husband who seemed tiny and fragile in her arms as they both sat there confused. "I don't know what to do. Do we go see a doctor? God, I hope they don't dissect me." He said with significant worry.

"Stanley will be here in a half hour or so. If you're feeling okay for now... I'll have my meeting and then we'll take you to the doctor. I won't let anyone dissect you." Carmen reassured Zeak. With that she left Zeak sitting on the bed with a giant pile of thoughts and anxious feelings. Zeak shut the bedroom door after Carmen had left him to his own devices, and he found himself disrobing entirely. The loose clothing was making him feel incredibly hot under all his new fur. Time seemed to inch across the wall clock with an infuriating tempo.

Being naked on the bed with idle hands was a recipe for trouble. Zeak sat up in the middle of the comforter and looked himself over again. The shock value of it all was beginning to wear off but the mystery lingered. How could such a thing even be real? He wondered as he touched the flat toned expanse of his belly, his fingertip brushing around the curvature of his new navel. Everything was new to him now. Nothing was in its proper place or had its original textures any more. His stomach was nearly as sensitive as his breast had been, and tension built as the hand glided down through short grey fur to the tip of his pubic mound. He only hesitated for a short time before making the leap. Zeak ran the soft leather paw pads of his right hand down along the obsidian flesh of his clitoral hood. The motion didn't stop there was his groin came alive with sensation. He glided his fingers the full length of the labia and rung around the entrance of his womanhood. It was so sensitive that touching made his heart thunder in his ears and his face blush profusely.

What was he thinking? This wasn't the time to be molesting himself! He was in a crisis. Zeak chastised himself but didn't stop exploring. Instead the small canine woman laid back into the soft bed and cupped her breast in her left hand, while her right teased the very tips of her nether lips. He couldn't really see what was going on with his own pussy, but the fingertips were finding more and more yielding warmth as they became slick with his arousal. When his right hand grazed back up to his clitoral hood, he was surprised to find it had bulged out a quarter of an inch. Curious the brown-haired dog girl lifted her head to see what she could manage between her thighs. The clitoral hood was drawn back a small bit from the nub which twitched rhythmically to his pounding heart.

With a claw tipped finger Zeak grazed around the nub which rested at the apex of his new slit. He found that the hood covering his clitoris was easy to expose and there seemed to be a recess around the fleshy piece. He watched somewhere between awe and horror as what he thought had been his clitoris slid inch by inch out of him... coaxed by his teasing fingertips until a six-and-a-half-inch long penis emerged from inside of him. All the exposed flesh was that slick obsidian black that shimmered a little when wet as it was. The veiny texture of his masculinity was truly strange to Zeak though. The tip was tapered down, and it all seemed to thicken a bit near base.

The shaft was something he was far more comfortable indulging. He was somehow relieved to find it there, even if it existed in twisted way. The soft fur between his soft leathery paw pads tickled the sides of the thickening girth of his masculinity. The sensation was familiar though it carried a different shape. Each long stroke made it a little firmer. In a daring moment Zeak even let his fingertips graze down far enough to his female sex to bring back with them some lubricant which made the subsequent strokes feel ten times better. The room was beginning to smell of sex as pre drizzled out of his tip. "Fuck... god I need this." He muttered to no one in general.

The front doorbell rang as Zeak reached his climax. The base of his shaft became a bit swollen which felt both alarming and incredibly good just before he started ejaculating onto his own belly. He could feel his abs flexing at twitching in a similar fashion as his testicles used to do. Honestly without those he thought that ability lost to him. Carmen was getting the door which would be Stanley. Embarrassed that he'd gotten carried away and made a mess of himself Zeak made his way to the shower.

Zeak stepped into the water when it was near scalding. It made him gasp and shake his matting hair out of his face. The experience was made all the stranger as the fur all over his body matted down to expose all the sleek muscle in his petite frame. The water washed away the semen spread across his stomach and drizzled down the cock that sat out half erect. For a time, he just stood there letting the water roll over his small body. That is until an incredibly odd sensation came from below. He looked down at the flaccid length. He assumed what must go out, must come in. His pelvic muscles and vaginal walls flexed and constricted. The never felt before sensation nearly overwhelmed him as two inches of cock pulled themselves back in. another flex sent chills zipping up and down his spine and there was only about an inch of himself still exposed. One last clenching which made him clap his knees together and wriggle uncomfortable pulled the last of it in, making him present entirely female once more. He climbed out of the shower with a sense of foreboding. What was to happen from here?