The Dog Catcher
#4 of Random Transformation
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Just after he lit his cigarette, Craig took a draft before letting out a cloud of smoke. As it lingered down the hall and down the stairs, it tickled his dad's senses and he stomped up the stairs, throwing open Craig's door. "Craig, you better not be smoking!" He stared at his son with a mean glare, the six foot two pale kid with a shaved head and a thin face, sitting next to the open window, holding his cigarette between his legs. "Why does it bother you so much?" Craig asked in a deep voice. "You're stinking up our house! You know what Craig, you're really getting on me and your mom's last nerve!" The skinny kid chuckled, "So, what are you gonna do about it?" he said in his cocky tone. He found out a long time ago he could walk all over his parents. His dad's face turned red right before his eyes, "If you don't shape I'll...I'll call the dog catcher!"
In a town where the adults widely outnumber the younger kids, the Dog Catcher was the town legend. It was a belief that if you had a bad kid, you could leave a note to the Dog Catcher and he would take your kid away. Craig's dad constantly swore that he had a brother once and that his parents had left a note a long time ago. They constantly tried to scare him by saying he had an uncle as bad as him who was taken away by the local boogie man. He didn't believe that story anymore, "Just get out of my room, DAD!" When his dad finally stormed out, Craig put his cigarette out on the windowsill before peeling off his long sleeved shirt and jeans before crawling into bed.
As Craig laid his head down on his pillow, his father stuck the note to their front door. On the front it said, "To the Dog Catcher." Irritably itchy in bed, Craig turned over in his sleep, reaching around to run his nails along his back. Grunting hard, he constantly scratched. Biting his lip, he let his tongue hang from his mouth as he finally got the satisfaction he was looking for. His tongue bobbed further and further until it was touching his chin. Thick pelts of white and spotted fur sprouted wherever his nails scratched along his skin. Panting with his tongue hanging from his mouth and drool pooling on his pillow, Craig curled his toes as the flesh on his feet hardened and turned black as the soles turned into thick padding. His entire back side covered in thin fur, he collapsed onto the bed, falling deeper into sleep.
Once Craig's mom finally woke him up with her constant shouting, he struggled to get up and throw his clothes from last night on. Feeling suddenly warm, he scratched his arms, rubbing through the material of his long sleeved, black t-shirt as more fur sprouted along his scrawny arms. Grabbing his book bag, he went downstairs to rush off to school. But when he got to the door, he stopped when he saw the note letter on the glass. "Are you serious...?" Ripping the letter off, he opened the door and dropped the letter outside. Heading down the sidewalk, he noticed that his sneakers were feeling a little stuffed.
It was a rare day where Craig actually sat in school for more than three classes. But at the beginning of history class, his body started to itch again. "Fuck..." he moaned. He tried to ignore it but as it crept down his spine to the back of his thighs, he couldn't help himself. The rustling of his fingertips against his jeans was starting to grab everyone else's attention. "Craig, if you have an itch, I suggest you go to the bathroom and take care of it." the teacher ordered." Getting out of his seat, Craig rushed towards the door. At the last minute, as he scratched his butt, he grunted as a sharp pain hit his butt, a black and white whip like tail snaking its way out of his pants as he left the room.
Dashing into the bathroom, Craig rushed into a stall and pulled down his pants. Squatting over the toilet, he furiously scratched himself as best he could as the prickling in his skin moved down his legs. "Fuck!" he growled. Falling to his back on the tile floor, he scratched more and more until he froze, looking up between his legs as his eight inch shaft throbbed. Pulsing harder and harder, Craig whimpered as he watched his fat mushroom head melt into his dick. "What the fuck!" he shouted as a mound of flesh the size of a golf ball appeared at the base of his shaft. When his cock hung a few inches from his mouth, he watched as his veins pulse and the white flesh of his prick turned a deep read. His mind hazy and his cock dripping watery pre, he opened his mouth to lap his long, fat dog tongue lapped at the pointed tip of shaft before he swallowed himself whole.
Pushing against his fuzzy white, spotted ass, he maneuvered so that he could take more of his red cock down his throat. "Oh god! What am I doing? Why is this turning me on so much?" he screamed in his head as he sucked himself off. As he swallowed himself up to the sheath, he moaned as his new knot throbbed over his tongue. Suckling on it and tugging at it with his lips, he swallowed as he shot warm, watery dog jizz down his throat, humping his hips towards his face as he milked his cock. When he was done, he lay there on the dirty bathroom floor, stretching his body as he lapped at the areas between his dribbling cock and his asshole. Burying his tongue into his pucker, it took the tapping of his tail to pull himself out of it. "What am I doing? What's going on?" Stumbling to his feet, he noticed his clothes were becoming way too big for him and he finally realized he was covered in white spotted fur. It was then he remembered the note on the front door. Tearing out of the stall, he ran out of his shoes, his feet a lot smaller and covered in more fur.
Running along the sidewalk, just a few houses away from his own, Craig panted as he constantly tripped, his jeans falling down around his legs. He could feel his body shaking as he got closer to home. "Somebody help me!" Stumbling up the yard of his house, something suddenly wrapped around his neck and Craig found himself on his back, struggling with the cord holding him down. When he looked up to see the figure wearing a jumpsuit with work gloves and a long billed hat, he couldn't see the person's full face, but he could tell the person had light brown skin and a muscular face. "Come on now boy..." As the figure grabbed onto Craig's shirt, the man tore it from his body and revealed the rest of his fur covered body. Forced to his knees, Craig looked up to the man before barking. He didn't want to bark, he wanted to talk. Forced to look down at the ground, the changing dog-boy whimpered as a muzzle was forced around his mouth.
Clenching his eyes, he gave a howl as his skin stretched and his face cracked, his lips melting into thick dog like jowls as he grew a muzzle. When he collapsed on the ground, his shoulders and hips cracked along with his spine, his body readjusting as he was dragged along the ground. Fighting to get away from the Dog Catcher, Craig suddenly tumbled forward as his fingers twitched and melted into large, thick, stubby paws. Casually picked up and thrown into a cage in the back of a truck, the harlequin Great Dane's heart raced as he was forced into darkness as the truck pulled away, leaving Craig's humanity behind.
Craig's new life really started off when he was brought before a trainer at the local shelter. Trained to be a good, friendly, and obedient dog, he was eventually given to a loving family. Despite the occasional human rebellious thought, he lived as long as any human would as a faithful furry companion.
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