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Trevor had a bad day today: he lost his dead-end job as a clerk for the local restaurant and he hasn't heard from friends or family for months. With his last check, Trevor decided on doing a quick grocery run to make sure he had enough to eat for his upcoming job hunt. As he walked through the aisle, he grabbed ingredients for the bulk of his meals: PB&J ingredients, burger meat and some chicken.

"I won't be eating like a king, but it'll do," Trevor told himself. He continued to browse through the aisle drifting in and out, eyes darting around but not seeing anything. But while his eyes lazily dozed his stomach began to growl in hunger. His eyes began to focus with their new found mission of finding a suitable snack once he got home. Out of the corner of his eye, Trevor spotted a bright yellow package with some sizzling bacon and a dog on the front. "Must be bacon jerky or something," Trevor surmised, "I could really use a pick me up, so why not." With that Trevor thought he saw enough and decided to call it there and head for the checkout. He had money saved so he wasn't particularly sweating about the cost all that much. Once he paid, it was a quick trip back home in his car.

Trevor arrived home to an empty apartment, he was lucky to afford a single apartment outside the city but without a job he was worried how long he'd be able to stay there. The stress and tiredness catching up to him, Trevor decided to quickly put away the groceries maybe snack on that jerky and head to bed. With all the groceries put away, Trevor grabbed the jerky package ripped it open and took a piece out. The jerky looked weird and smelled a little too salty, but what can you expect for $5? He popped it in his mouth and began to chew. It was a surprisingly delicious snack. It's flavors were subtle yet bold, it started with an intense salt flavor but as he began to chew the bacon the meaty flavors began to blend well with salt. The texture was also surprisingly pleasant, it was broken away into chunks when bitten but when he chewed it began to melt like gravy on his tongue. "Oh god, these are delicious! What brand is this?" Trevor asked to himself, mouth full with another strip of bacon jerky. The package read "Beggin' for Bacon" and the brand was "Pennsylvania Dog Treats Inc."

Trevor stopped chewing. I paid 5 bucks for dog food. He was flushed with embarrassment, not only did he eat some dog treats, but he didn't want to stop either. I already ate one and if it's safe for a dog to eat I'm sure I can too. With any doubt or embarrassment flushed out of his mind he finished eating the strip in his mouth. And with that he headed to bed for the day.

Trevor felt nothing but the grass on his back and the air flowing through his hair as he laid down in the park. The sky was a beautiful blue with streaks of white fluffy clouds in the sky. The grass smelled fresh and crisp and his ears lazily caught the sounds of cars, people and dogs. The dogs barking caught his attention for some reason. He never really paid attention to them before, but today they seemed to be speaking to him, asking him to find the source. But while his ears could vaguely catch the barks, he could not use them alone to find them. His nose perked; it could smell the subdued scent of a dog. Trevor got on all fours and began sniffing the ground to find the trail. His nose and mouth began to pull out into a muzzle to sniff the ground easier. As he walked through the park on all fours, he made it to the center of the park where the scent trail muddled. He could no longer hear the barks either. Ah he knew what he had to do, just call out and they'd be sure to call back. "Anybody there!?" The words struggle to come out of his newly formed muzzle. No response came to his call. I suppose I'm just not speaking their language. Trevor prepared himself as a growl began in his throat and he lot out a loud "RRRRRUUUFFF!" He was impressed with just how dog-like that was. What he expected to hear was a bark in reply but instead he heard only a muffled sound. He began to move his head around to get a better grasp on the acoustics, but what he didn't know is that his ears were moving up his head, elongating at the same time to make his floppy dog ears. As his ears adjusted he made out a soothing voice call out to him, "Come here boy, who's a good boy?" Trevor lost all self-control at point and began to sprint on all fours, his fingers and toes puffing out to create faux paws. It's me I'm a good boy! The excitement making his tongue flop out of his muzzle as he charged a vague human figure in the distance.

The sound of a blaring alarm cut Trevor's dream short. That was an awfully vivid yet weird dream and damn is that alarm loud today. Trevor slammed his alarm with his hands, hands that felt swollen and larger than usual. It was almost difficult to hold onto stuff. As he looked around his room everything seemed a bit colorless and dull, but perhaps it was just the morning light doing that. His room smelled very different too. He could clearly make out the old food left in the kitchen, his laundry basket in the corner and he could even smell the dishes in his kitchen. Ugh this is too much for the morning. He moved his two swollen hands up to his face to swipe at his nose. That's weird my nose feels awfully long. His hands pushed against a shallow muzzle on his face which ended on a wet nose at the very tip. Trevor waved all these anomalies as morning grogginess.

His stomach growled and he felt a hunger for something meaty. Trevor got up and walked towards the kitchen in the clothes he fell asleep in, not even bothering to change his clothes. He felt weird for wanting a juicy burger this early in the morning, but he decided to go for it anyway. His barely functioning hands ripped away at the burgers he bought yesterday and clumsily placed it on a used pan already on the stove top. He managed to turn the heat on and let the burger cook for some time. Trevor tried to use a spatula to flip the patty but couldn't manage to do it with his clumsy hands. He gave up and tried to flip the burger like a pancake. Trevor gripped the pan with both hands and attempted to flip the burger. He failed miserably and the burger fell on the kitchen floor.

Disappointed with his horrible attempt Trevor let out a low whine. He was a little weirded out that he was able to make such a sound but he simply returned his focus to the raw burger on the floor. He could smell that delicious juice coming from the burger. It smelled so good, even if its on the floor. I can't just let that, delicious, juicy and excellent meat go to waste. Trevor slowly pulled his short muzzle closer to the burger. Yeah no one's even here to see me. He continued to get close, moving on to all fours as he continued to descend. A good boy eats all his food, yeah that's it. His short muzzle took a nibble out of the floor burger. It was so like that dog treat he had last night. The salty yet satisfying flavor was still there but it was so much milder compared to his treats. Trevor began eating more and more of the floor burger. With each bite and chew his muzzle was extending, his nose turning black and leathery, his hind legs were adjusting to make it more comfortable for him to eat on all fours. Ugh this is sooooo good, why haven't I been doing this before. With almost all the burger gone he stared at the tile floor. He could still smell the juice from the burger there was even more he missed. He began to lick the juices and with every lick his tongue grew and length. Between his longer muzzle and tongue, he was able to get all the small bits and juices stuck in the grooves of the tiled floor.

Not yet satisfied, Trevor put his nose up in the air and took several sniffs of the air. He could smell it: his treats. In a mad dash, he ran towards his cabinet and used his muzzle to push it open. He found that yellow plastic bag with the goods. He didn't even attempt to use his hand to open it. Instead, he ripped it open with his growing canine teeth. After shaking it around, like a dog treat pinata all the contents scattered across the room. With extreme fervor, Trevor used his nose to locate the first one. He took it into his mouth in one bite and began to chew. A small growth began to form at the base of his back. The more he chewed the more the growth grew. These treats are so good. Perfect for a good boy like me. As he finished up the first treat his nose is already busy locating the next treat. This continues with every new treat starting new changes. With the first being the completion of his tail, a relatively small one that was barely able to wag about. But, as the treats continued Trevor began to wag his tail as he began to grow fur, starting with his tail, his muzzle and his hands and feet and spread from there. Most of his body grows distinctive jet-black fur while his hands, feet and most of his muzzle grew a rusty brown color. Trevor's human thoughts were almost completely gone instead only the simple thoughts of a dog occupied what was left of his mind. As he finished the last treat his coat completed, he now had a complete rottweiler coat.

But there was one thing left to change before Trevor would become the good boy he so wanted to be: he needed paws and a master to be loved by and to love in return. Being a dog in almost all respects he was able to be outside without garnering any attention. And so Trevor, escaped through the front door and headed toward the nearest dog park, his nose guiding him the whole way. As he travelled the new scents and sounds assaulted him, but he stayed focus on his mission. His mission to be a good boy. Stumbling into the park, it was in the middle of the afternoon and the park was populated by all sorts of dogs. But a lone husky seemed to be interested in Trevor. It approached Trevor smelling his butt to which Trevor returned the favor, smelling the musk of a dog for the first time. "Rrrruff," Trevor barked at the husky in approval of his scent. Trevor presented his paws to the husky who delicately licked away the humanity that clung to Trevor. His fingers fattened up even further and his thumb retracted up his arm forming a dewclaw. Trevor flipped his new paw over and as the husky began to lick the under side of his paw, leathery paw pads surfaced over his palm and paw toes, forming a classic paw print. Finally, with his tail wagging at incredible speeds, Trevor laid on his back to allow the husky access to his soon to be hind paws. The husky licked Trevor's feet fattening up the toes and forming the same dewclaw, and just like his front paws the husky licked the bottom of his hind paws to form the leathery paw pads of a good boy.

Now he was done. Trevor was fully and completely a rottweiler. And as for his master. "James? Where are you James?" The owner of the husky called out for him. "Oh there you are boy. And who is this here?" The owner checked Trevor for any collar or identification. "Hmmm, looks like you were abandoned here," Trevor could hear the sadness in her voice. "But don't worry boy, I'll take care of you now, looks like your already good friends with James here," While Trevor did not fully understand everything, she said he understood that she was now his master. As she pet Trevor's furry head and floppy ears she asked Trevor an important question: "Whose a good boy?" A question she quickly answered to Trevor's delight, "You're a good boy, yes you are!"