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Reborn to be Wild 1,2 & 3 Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by -anonymous-

A soft hum of white noise filled the lab as several box fans circulated air to try and keep the temperature down. It was inelegant but with the air conditioning system broken in the middle of a heat wave, there were very few solutions. In the midst of the heat there was still one lab tech working diligently as always. Calvin was a graduate student intern at the applied nanotechnology lab. He had come to the university with a desire to truly help people and had won the prestigious placement in the nanite team. Still, as the newest member to the team he often had the dubious distinction of doing the grunt work and today was no exception.

Calvin reached up to brush the sweat from his forehead, his usually neat brown hair a bit more messy from the sweat. He glanced over his shoulder to the corner where his Husky laid on a blanket, panting to try and stay cool in the heat. Calvin usually kept Kenai at home but the heat wave had caught him off guard and all the air conditioners had been sold out across town. So Kenai had come to the lab and that was that.

Calvin moved back and forth, checking the readouts. He was really getting weary with the work, having to come in on his days off to tend to the bugs so small he couldn't see them. The cure for cancer and the common cold seemed so very far away. All he could see was a foggy aquarium. Calvin checked the readout again and wrote down the numbers... the numbers that never changed.

"Voltage to the containment... nominal. Stasis temperature... nominal. Signal chatter... negative." Calvin sighed, writing them all down. Calvin set the pad of paper down and moved over, crouching next to Kenai, reaching to rub the muzzle of his dog, smiling, "How are you boy? Doing okay?" Calvin asked. The dog panted happily, his tail wagging despite his heat. Calvin reached into his pocket, pulling out a dog biscuit. Kenai nuzzled his master's hand before Calvin opened his fingers. Kenai licked and then bit into the biscuit, gulping it down. As Calvin pet Kenai there was a gentle flicker from the lights above. Calvin and Kenai both looked up at the lights as they flickered more before going out. There was a whirring in the other room as a generator struggled to kick on. Strings of curses were starting to come from outside.

"Oh no... The power grid, it can't take all the air conditioners..." Calvin moaned softly. He moved back to the tank, pulling out the display pad. It was running on batteries now... but the temperature was climbing. The nanites were growing active, sending out signals. They were starting to try and process data but their activity only increased the temperature further in the tank. Calvin moved into the other room to try and get the generator going. As Calvin worked, a strange noise began filling the lab.

Kenai whimpered, ears flattening against his head. He didn't like the noise. He rose up onto all fours, moving over to the tank. He growled at the tank, bearing his fangs. The noise got louder in response. He whimpered and whined before growling again. The tank shuddered for a moment before the glass cracked, nitrogen spilling out of the tank, billowing on the ground. Kenai turned around and moved back to his corner. The dog faced the tank again and started barking. The door to the generator room opened up and Calvin moved back into the room, looking at his dog.

"What is it boy? Did something spook you?" Calvin asked, taking a few steps forward before he felt an unnatural chill soaking through his shoes. He groaned, looking at the gas that had billowed out to cover the entire floor. Calvin groaned, moving to get the emergency containment kit... but he didn't make it. His feet felt weak, unsteady. He stumbled and fell, landing in the mist. Kenai moved to rush to his master's aid but crumpled as well. Calvin gasped, writhing, feeling so strange. He reached up for the edge of the table but he noticed his fingernails were discolored, looking translucent, browned. Even Calvin's fingers seemed less effective, unable to spread out wider. His fingers were all staying close together. The technician clutched at the corner of the table but his hand slipped.

Kenai whimpered, struggling at the ground, panting. His paws dug at the tiled floor but they seemed les sand less effective as the dog's claws drew back further and further, flattening, becoming ever simpler. His paws began to stretch longer, wider. Calvin was practically paralyzed but he felt a tingling across his body before holes began opening up in his clothes. The denim, the cotton, it was all dissolving until soon he was naked on the floor. Slowly his tongue slipped out of his mouth while feet away Kenai was experiencing quite the opposite, his teeth flattening, becoming much less akin to what he was used to.

Despite the discomfort, the strange situation... Kenai wanted to be with his master. The husky began tugging himself across the floor. At first his paws had difficulty getting a grip without claws, but soon he was able to wriggle his toes with greater dexterity. The dog gained purchase and began crawling across the floor. Calvin was having a much harder time adapting. He groaned, trying to manage any movement to get him out of the cloud but nothing was having an effect. He could hear sickening pops and crunching in his ears as the cartilage reshaped and reformed. His ears were pushing into points, the base melding more into his head.

As the husky scooted across the floor, he was feeling the tile more and more directly. His nice fur was thinning out, revealing the flesh beneath that was growing softer, more peachy toned. The husky's head was far from normal as well as his canine ears were getting shorter. The canine let out a bark of dismay as his muzzle began retracting, growing shorter. Calvin gasped in fear as he felt his teeth pushing away from his tongue, his face contorting as it grew out. His nose widened and flattened, the tip turning black... in fact all of Calvin's hair was turning black, the lustrous brown gone... but not gone far.

Kenai's fur was changing color all over. The crisp white was fading into a cream color as the fur seemed to retract, the fur on his head becoming brown, a patch near his groin. Kenai's hips began to change and the dog slumped even further to the ground but he kept dragging himself towards Calvin. After minutes of struggling, the husky collapsed onto Calvin's legs... and the change only accelerated. Kenai's hips tilted, shifted and warms. His legs were tilted into parallel with his spine and began to stretch and warp and grow. The ankles doubled and quadrupled in size, the paws widening, lengthening.

"Naww!" Calvin mumbled out of his muzzle, realizing what was going on as soft white fur pushed out of his face, covering the skin between the black of his nose and his hair. He yelped out in shock as his hips tilted forward, bringing his legs up into the air. They had lost so much girth, so much width... They were thinner and shorter. His arms were changing too, his shoulders shifting. Calvin soon fell onto his side, four dog legs jutting out from his body as his spine began to compact, his torso shortening while his tailbone began to stretch.

Kenai seemed to be having an easier time with the change, panting. The husky was with its master... and Kenai had never been so excited. His master was starting to look so great. Kenai admired Calvin's fur, his paws... Seeing his master like that made Kenai feel very aroused. The fur had completely retracted on Kenai's chest and stomach to reveal pecs and abs, the extra nipples fading from view... but something wasn't changing, something had remained the same. Extended from Kenai's human like groin was a most inhuman member. The canine cock was long, red, pointed and angled. The base was swelling where it stuck out of his sheathe, the extension of flesh connecting to the human torso. Kenai's legs bulked out, gaining a light dusting of brown hair. His feet grew soft and large, his hands spread wide across the tile as his new palms felt the surface. The muzzle was gone, the husky's face gaining a pointed human nose, wide human lips, the round ears that stuck out instead of up. Kenai wanted to wag his tail but it was gone so the former dog settled on clenching and unclenching his ass.

Whimpers came from near by as Calvin's changes continued. He had the head, shoulders, legs, arms and hips of a dog. His pecs and abs had lost their definition, additional nubs pushing out into nipples. His skin tingled as fur began pushing out all over his body; crisp white fur on his belly and arms, dark black fur along his back, some fur more silver and in-between the two. Calvin looked down along his belly as much as he could, watching the last vestige of his humanity, his human cock... but the length remained where it was, exactly as it was.

The fog had dissipated, the alarms from the tank gone. The two were lying on the floor... One human with a dog penis, one husky with a human penis. Calvin looked around, trying to come to terms with what had happened, wondering why the process had stopped there. Then he remembered... The nanites couldn't breed. There had only been enough for the change and maybe their code extended to what they changed. He couldn't breed the changes, he still had a human cock and balls... but the rest of him had changed.

'Oh god...' Calvin tried to exclaim but he jerked his body in surprise as a bark had emerged from his lips. Calvin's bright blue eyes widened in shock, he had his own mind... but he was a dog. Kenai whimpered, the sound odd from human lips. The dog that had gained a human body crawled over on all fours. He nuzzled Calvin's muzzle and began licking him before his human tongue pushed between the husky's lips. Calvin murmured in surprise. 'Down boy... It'll be alright.' He barked. Kenai gave a haphazard nod.

Calvin's husky head tilted to the side in surprise. His dog had understood his bark? Well, he had been a dog... Of course he understood it. If he was in Kenai's body with his own mind, then Kenai was in his body... with the intellect of a dog. Calvin let out a huff of air before he decided to try and figure out what to do. The first step would be to get up... before they could even dream of fixing the issue. Calvin brought his right arm and leg close to him, maneuvering his body around clumsily.

As the husky moved, Kenai watched in fascination and worry. His master smelled so good, looked so good... but he didn't move so good. Kenai reached out, his hands awkwardly stroking along Calvin's fur. Calvin's eyes went wide and he slumped down onto his belly. Tingles of joy were moving through him. Soon Calvin was panting in joy and heat as he was pet. Kenai grinned, realizing he was getting better at this. He looked at his strange, strange hands before he pushed Calvin over onto his side, rubbing at his belly and all his nipples.

Calvin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the rubs, feeling so very good. Kenai kept petting him before rubbing near the bottom of the husky's stomach. This elicited a different sensation as blood began pooling into Calvin's human cock. The member grew hard and thick, stretching out. Kenai yipped happily that his master was as happy as he was, leaning down to lick at the human cock. Calvin's husky leg began twitching in mid air before his ears flattened against his head.

'We have to get help... You have to try and stand.' Calvin said. Kenai whimpered again but he would do it. Calvin was his master. Kenai looked at his strange legs and flexed his toes. They were far too long for his liking. He put his palms on the floor and shifted weight back onto his knees. He got steady there, his ass in the air. He lifted one leg into the air to try and reposition it... but his instincts were too strong. Kenai released his bladder and a long stream of yellow piss hit the floor.

'Oh great, I peed the floor...' Calvin whimpered. The smell was quite distinct... in fact the smell of his own body had such complexities, such uniqueness to it that he couldn't comprehend how he had been so in the dark about it before. With Kenai having emptied his bladder, he put his foot down and tried to hoist himself up... After a few minutes his ass was very high in the air, his body haphazardly slanted forward. Calvin tried to rise onto his legs again, this time he succeeded.

For the first time Calvin stood as a husky, resting on all four paws, tail curled behind him. He moved to nuzzle Kenai in encouragement. Kenai reached out for the table and tried to pull himself up. He made it half way before his legs wobbled and he fell to the floor, yelping in pain. Calvin moved over and nuzzled him, taking a deep breath before he tried what Kanai would have done, licking the wound. Kenai grew quiet again, feeling better after the lick. Calvin looked at his human pet, deciding that it might be hazardous to keep trying it so soon after the change. They were both likely tired.

'Okay, you don't have to stand... but we need to go to the store room until dark... Then we can sneak off campus and get home without anyone seeing us. When we're there I'll figure out how to have us write an email to get help.' Calvin explained in a series of barks. Kenai nodded, moving off on his hands and knees to the door. He reached up with one hand and flicked the knob, opening the door. Calvin was very pleased that Kenai was that dexterous. He moved, sticking his muzzle out of the door, sniffing the air.

'The coast is clear.' He barked. Kenai had no idea what the husky meant but Calvin led on and Kenai followed. The two ventured down along the hallway slowly, turning the corner, heading down the long hallway to the seldom used store room... when Calvin heard foot steps on the stairs. He whimpered in panic, looking to Kenai, 'Quick, get to the end of the hall and go in. Hide there until I scratch at the door!' Calvin barked. He couldn't let anyone see his naked human pet, they would be separated, Kenai would be committed to the hospital... Still, Kenai didn't hesitate.

The human scrambled along, dog cock dangling between his legs as he passed the stairs just before two students came up high enough to see over the edge. Kenai reached the door and pawed at it with his human hands, but the knob was a ball. As a dog he'd never been able to work that kind of knob. He put his hand on it and thought of what he had seen Calvin do. His fingers tightened and turned, the door popping open. He crawled into the room, using his head to ease the door shut. Calvin was so relieved to hear the click that he fell over onto his side, panting in relief.

"Oh hey! It's Calvin's husky!" One of he students grinned.

"What's he doing out here?" The other asked.

"Maybe Cal went to the bathroom..." The first mused. They moved over and crouched down next to Calvin.

"Hey there boy..." The second murmured. Calvin rolled onto his belly so they wouldn't see his human cock but he wagged his tail as they pet him, rubbing his head and scratching his chin, stroking his back. It all felt so good that he lost track of time... but finally they stopped, standing back up.

"Should we take him back to the lab?" The first asked. The second shook his head.

"He's a smart dog, I'm sure he'll find Calvin. We're late anyway." He said. The first agreed and the two wandered off into an adjoining hall. Calvin listened until they were long gone and then he crossed the hall, coming up to the store room door. He reached up and ran his claws along the wood several times. The door opened and Calvin looked at what had been his face... the new face of his pet. Calvin licked Kenai's face before he moved into the store room.

'Close the door, push the button on the knob.' Calvin said, curling up in the corner. Kenai did as he was told, locking the door. He moved over and lay down against Calvin, curling around his furry master. 'Let's take a nap until night time.' Calvin said. Kenai settled at once, closing his eyes, breathing slowly. Calvin knew he would have a lot harder time falling asleep.

***

Evening had come and gone, night had fallen and the city drifted into a deep sleep as the early hours of the morning ticked by. Calvin moved through the grass on the outskirts of campus, his claws clicking as they hit the cement with each paw fall. Kenai was close by, moving along the grass on all fours. The dew had soaked into the ground, leaving Kenai's hands and knees a bit muddy, but he hadn't successfully learned how to walk and Calvin didn't want the human cutting up his flesh on the cement... at least as much as he could avoid it.

Their escape from the school building had been a bit frantic. Power had been restored which meant the security systems were on, but Calvin had remembered when the security guards traded off duty. It was just enough time to get past the one camera to the exit and get out. They'd snuck pat drunk frat boys, quarreling lovers and finally struck out onto their own. Thankfully the school bordered suburbs, the sleep neighborhood completely quiet.

Calvin had to admit, Kenai was being pretty good... Though he seemed to be trying to mark his territory an awful lot. Calvin sighed, coming to a stop as Kenai moved up to a tree, raising his leg, letting loose with more piss. He had to give Kenai credit. Between the human bladder and the canine cock, Kenai was able to use precision accuracy and control that no animal had ever had before. The two soon resumed again, Kenai's dog cock hanging full beneath him.

'We have to cross the street... Use your feet.' Calvin barked. Kenai was still hesitant but he rose up, padding across the cement. It was still a bit rough but far easier on the flesh than his knees would have been... But something was different. They were closer to home, but there was movement up ahead... another dog, a dog Kenai knew. Calvin noticed Kenai's back arching and he followed the gaze. He panicked. Kenai was a great husky for the most part, but he was relentless with the neighbor's Shiba Inu.

'Kenai, no!' Calvin barked out but it was too late. Kenai was racing off on all fours before he managed to stumble up onto two legs, running at the neighbor's dog. The orange and white Shiba Inu turned its head before wagging its tail happily as a human came toward it. The dog had gotten out of the house after dinner but couldn't get back in, he was happy to have human contact, even if the human was naked. Calvin began running after Kenai to try and stop him but even with his lumbering human legs, Kenai made it there first.

Despite having the body of a man, Kenai had the cock and mind of a dog and his senses were in over drive. His canine phallus was practically dripping as he ran his hands over the Shiba Inu, feeling the fur. Kenai grabbed the orange and white dog by the hips and moved, thrusting his canine cock into the dog's tail hole. The dog yelped and tried to get away, shocked. The male Shiba had been violated by the husky countless times before but never by a human. It tried to escape, nipping at Kenai but Kenai wasn't letting go. He used every part of his human body to hold the orange dog in place and fuck him.

'Kenai, stop! Get down! Bad dog!' Calvin barked as he came up, circling around, realizing his barks might draw even more attention. He felt ashamed his body was being used in such a way. He rammed his head into Kenai's hip, even gently bit at his hand, trying to do anything to break the two up. Drool leaked from Kenai's lips, sweat beading across the human's brow as he thrust back and forth, using the orange dog like a sex toy. He groaned and grunted... and then realized the Shiba was panting happily, his own canine cock getting hard. Even Calvin was stunned at that.

The husky with the mind of a man came to a stop, watching in horror. The Shiba Inu was horny? Hard? Happy? The orange dog was panting, tongue hanging out of its mouth. It wasn't struggling anymore. Soon it was even humping at the ground. Kenai's dog cock swollen tight before his thrusts became fruitless. He had knotted the orange dog. Kenai tipped his head back and let out a deep moan as he came, spraying his dog seed deep into the Shiba's ass. The dog panted before it unleashed its own sperm onto the ground.

If Calvin had been able to, he would have blushed... The smell of the cum was so... sexy. He could smell every bit of it better than any human could. The smell of sex, of mating. His human cock dangled between his dog legs, getting so very hard. He groaned, whimpering. He hated feeling so helpless. Kenai moved, licking the Shiba Inu's neck before coughing, reaching up to pull the fur out of his mouth. The three remained there for some time before finally Kenai's cock shrunk enough that he pulled out of the orange dog.

'Let's go home..." Calvin said, looking around, making sure no one had seen. It seemed he was the only one witness to the debauchery. Languidly Kenai moved to get up unsteadily onto two legs again like he had after running to fuck his bitch. He began wobbling a bit but managed to put one foot in front of the other and advanced. Calvin was impressed. No matter the intellect of dogs, the fact that he was learning to use his new body was... something. Calvin wasn't sure if it was a good something or bad...

Leaving the Shiba Inu behind, the master and his pet walked several more blocks toward home, reaching the duplex they shared with neighbors. Thankfully they had the ground floor. Calvin moved up the front steps onto the porch and pawed at a potted plant sitting on a plate next to the door, knocking it over. The dirt spilled onto the porch but a key was revealed beneath. Calvin turned to look at Kenai.

'Pick up the key, put the jagged side up, turn this way.' Calvin barked softly, rotating his head the way the key needed to be turned. Kenai tried to grasp at the key and failed the first time before his fingers grasped it. He picked up the silver key, running a finger over the teeth. It was so odd to feel so much, but he listened to his master. He slid the key in and turned it. The lock was undone and the door swung open. Kenai's eyes went wide as his stomach growled and he rushed in, knocking Calvin over.

Calvin whimpered in shock at being so disrupted but he got back up and moved into the house, turning around. He put his paws onto the door and shut it before turning. Kenai was always excitable when he got home, but then Calvin remembered why. Calvin ran into the kitchen to find Kenai on all fours, his face buried in a bowl of food. The human was munching away on the dog foot, thick brown gravy smeared over his face as his teeth munched through bits of meat. Calvin shook his body in disgust... but he was hungry too. It was hard to blame Kenai.

Calvin sniffed at the air, his own stomach growling. He swallowed softly. The food... was designed for him, wasn't it? Calvin moved over, sticking his muzzle into the bowl next to Kenai. He opened his mouth and licked at it before realizing it was delicious. He began to gulp at it, barely having time to chew it before it was gone. The two scooted the metal dog bowl around until it was empty and then Calvin moved, putting his paws onto Kenai's chest, licking the gravy from the human's lips and cheeks.

Kenai was so happy to get a kiss from his master that he opened his mouth, letting the dog tongue slide in. He even pushed his own tongue back. Calvin was startled but... it somehow felt right. He had shared so much with Kenai... They had been together for years, moved to this place together, not to mention the fact that they had traded bodies. Calvin felt guilty but he kept kissing Kenai for a while before he finally dropped to all fours, yawning. Kenai soon did the same. Even with the nap they had, it had been a terribly long night... and Calvin had no energy to try and figure out how to write an email as a dog.

"Kenai, sleepy time." Calvin barked. Kenai grinned wide before crawling back to the bedroom on all fours. Calvin followed after. As the new husky reached his bedroom he saw Kenai curling up, naked, on the foot of the bed. The husky jumped up onto the bed and pushed the covers with his nose, getting them part way over Kenai before he curled up in his own spot. It was rather odd to have the human at the foot of the bed, but they were creatures of habit.

*** Calvin panted softly as he awoke, stretching and giving a big muzzled yawn. He'd never slept that deeply. He tail wagged as he looked over at Kenai, looking so peaceful. Slowly Calvin moved to get off the bed, realizing his own bladder had gotten quite full during the night. He moved to the bedroom door and nudged it open just enough to squeeze out, heading down the hall and into the bathroom and toward the toilet. Thankfully he lived alone so the lid was up. Calvin tried to figure out how he was going to do this.

The husky put one paw onto the rim of the toilet and then the other, getting as good of a grip as he could before he pushed himself up. Slowly he walked forward with his hind legs to try and get his cock aimed at the toilet, but he was out of time to wait. He groaned and released, his cock letting out the yellow stream of piss. At first the husky heard the gratifying sound of the water hitting the bowl, but then the deep water-in-water sound was replaced with the higher pitch sound of piss hitting something hard.

Calvin whimpered as his urine splashed all over the toilet, rolling down to soak into the bathroom carpet, even splashing on his own fur. He tried to hold it back but he couldn't and in few moments his bladder was empty... Calvin felt so dirty, he couldn't even clean himself without... licking... himself. Calvin shuddered, moving out of the bathroom. It was his own mistake. He had the body of a husky, he couldn't be expected to live his life the way he always had. He turned his head as the bedroom door opened wider and Kenai emerged, his hair ruffed up from the night of sleeping on it.

'It's time to make breakfast, I'll teach you how.' Calvin barked before running into the kitchen, moving around in circles. After a few moments Kenai joined him there, reaching to scratch under one arm. Calvin had been busy trying to decide what to fed Kenai as his first human meal. They were ages away from appliances. It was probably best to start with something simple. Calvin moved up to the right of the fridge, sitting down next to it on the floor, pointing with his nose. Kenai looked at Calvin, trying to remember what his master had said to him so many times.

'Wub ish id buy?" He asked in a hoarse voice. Calvin's tail wagged eagerly. He circled Kenai, licking his legs, panting and barking happily.

'You spoke!' Calvin barked. Kenai grinned ear to ear that he had made his master happy. Still, Calvin knew they were over due for breakfast... and lunch by this point. He sat down again, pointing. 'Take the clip off that bag, pull out two pieces of bread.' Calvin explained, taking some time to articulate it. Calvin tugged the bread clip off and reached in, his fingers puncturing one of the slices of bread and tugging them out. Calvin cringed, but it was a start.

'Set them side by side, open the fridge.' Calvin continued. Kenai knew the words bread and fridge in English as well, having heard them so many times. Kenai moved and opened the fridge, drool leaking down his face as he saw the bag of sandwich meat. He grabbed at it, opening it up, pulling out a fist full of slices. He opened his mouth wide to eat them. 'Wait! Put them between the bread!' Calvin said. Kenai whimpered before plopping them onto the counter between the two pieces of bread. Calvin whimpered himself, trying to rephrase. 'Put them on one piece, put the other piece on the top.' He said.

"Bad dog..." Kenai muttered in frustration but he tried to do what he was told. Calvin's ears went flat against his head at being called a bad dog. Kenai plopped the meat onto the bread and put the other on top, looking back at Calvin, licking his lips. Calvin nodded.

'Eat it with your hands.' Calvin barked. Kenai picked the sandwich up and began stuffing it into his mouth, biting and chewing. Food tasted so different on his new tongue and the bread tasted better than it ever had. He chewed it down, gobbling a lot. Several strips of meat fell out and landed on the floor with a plop. Calvin moved over and began gobbling them up, taking advantage of the mess.

In a matter of moments Kenai had finished his sandwich, his cheeks wide before he swallowed the contents there too. He looked down at Calvin licking the floor and whimpered. His master hadn't had anything good to eat... and he hadn't really been a bad dog. Kenai decided that his master deserved a treat. He moved back to the fridge and opened it up, digging around before he pulled out a thin strip of steak the master had been planning to cook.

Calvin's eyes went wide when the expensive meat landed on the floor. He was about to say something when the smell hit his nose. He ran over, putting one paw on the meat, tilting his head to take the other end between his teeth. He tugged and chewed, the raw meat pulling apart. He gulped it down before taking another bite, working at the steak until nothing was left. He had never tasted raw meat, or meat that flavorful. His tail wagged and he nuzzled against Kenai's legs lovingly.

'Thank you.' He barked softly, glad his pet had deemed him worthy of treats. Kenai sat down on the kitchen floor and pulled Calvin into his lap, his human hands rubbing the husky's belly. The fingers trailed through the fur, played with the nipples. They stroked his chin, his head, his ears. Kenai left no bit of his master's body unpet... even stroking his shaft. Calvin panted, eyes rolling into his head as his cock was assaulted, but soon Kenai was petting somewhere else.

Calvin would have blushed again. Perhaps that was for the best... He wouldn't push his own sexual pleasure. It was strange to have the cock of a human on his dog body. It was a reminder of what he had been, the last reminder. Calvin knew he had a lot to learn if he wasn't able to fix Kenai and himself soon. He was a cultured man in the body of a dog. He'd have to learn, adapt, grow and change. He might have been born as a human, but he had a sneaking suspicion he had been reborn to be wild.

***

Calvin's mind swam in memory... The heat of the lab, the chill of the nanites, the fear as his body fell to the ground paralyzed, the strange sensations of his humanity slipping away and being replaced with the body of a husky... Calvin whimpered in his sleep, his paws moving helplessly in the air... It had been two months since the change and there was still no prospect for help. He had traded places with his dog but kept his intellect... mostly. The sudden buzz of a lawn mower roared to life outside the house, the first vestiges of summer ushering a new series of behaviors from the neighbors. Calvin's ears perked as he was rudely awoken from his sleep. His paws had been running in his dreams but he soon gained purchase on the carpet, bolting across the house and up the couch, his muzzle pushing through the curtains.

"What are you doing? Stay away from my house! Stop that noise!" Calvin screamed out, but all he heard were the barks leaving his muzzle. Calvin whimpered, flopping down on the couch, his ears going flat against his head. He hadn't lost any of his intellect but his instincts were getting stronger... Calvin wasn't sure how that balance affected his pet Kenai. Calvin moved off the couch, his paws landing on the carpet. He moved down the hallway to the bedroom, reaching up to paw at the door before it opened.

Curled up at the foot of the bed was a naked man, his once neat brown hair now shaggy... though there was one anomaly. Extending from Kenai's human groin was a red, pointed, glistening canine penis. The nanites hadn't changed that particular part of their anatomy. Calvin himself still had a very human phallus but it was protected inside his fuzzy sheath, well, when he wasn't horny.

Calvin looked up at Kenai's naked body for a long time, sniffing the air, looking at that cock. Calvin began panting, his human cock getting hard and moving out of the sheath, the head large and rounded. Calvin began circling the bed, looking at Kenai from all angles. Calvin's mind had faded to the background, his actions dictated more by instinct than by anything else... Calvin had been battling it for the last week but he couldn't deny it any longer, he was in heat.

The bed jostled as the husky jumped up, moving quick. For a split second Kenai thought he was being woken up for another language on human speech but his eyes shot wide as he felt a hard cock sliding between his ass cheeks. Kenai yelped out in delight, his fingers tangling in the bed. Calvin clumsily slipped his front legs around Kenai's back as his back hips started to just and thrust back and forth. Calvin panted happily, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. It felt oddly right to be fucking the ass that had once been his.

Kenai, despite being human, was panting as well in delight. He still hadn't learned the terms, but he had always been a gay dog. He had fucked the neighbor's shiba inu over and over and he had often smelled the scents of his master's sex and longed to be close. The fact that his master was fucking him now only seemed right and Kenai did whatever he could to help. The human with the mind of a dog clenched his ass tight around his master's cock, only causing Calvin to fuck harder.

The bed creaked and groaned with the force of the thrusts, saliva dripping from both Calvin's muzzle and Kenai's mouth, both very turned on. Kenai clawed and dug at the sheets as he got more and more into it, his own cock swaying beneath him, the base swelling into a tight knot. Calvin panted hard before he began licking and nibbling Kenai's shoulder. The feel of the sharp teeth against his flesh and the cock ramming his prostate over and over was too much for Kenai. He howled out in bliss as his canine cock sprayed thick spunk all over the bed.

Calvin smelled the scent of his pet, the smell of the cum... It was so male, so good... Calvin felt so manly, so right, so good... and then his cock came, delivering a huge load of his seed into his pet's ass, the humping cock churning it deeper and deeper. Kenai clenched down, milking his master's shaft for all he could get. Calvin licked and nuzzled Kenai's neck, working the last of his energy off for the moment, although even as he slumped against Kenai's back, he felt that his needs were pretty high... He had absolutely no idea what being in heat was like. Kenai laid back against the bed, laying in his own juices, the heavy husky laying against his back. He smiled happily, his eyes closing as he rested once more.

***

The sound of crickets came in through the screen door as Kenai and Calvin ate dinner. They had spent the entire day in bed making love over and over again. Calvin had been insatiable and Kenai hadn't objected. He knew his master was sad at times not being human any more... but Kenai was happier than he ever had been. He loved having sex with his master. Kenai bit into the sandwich he had made, his favorite meal. He chewed and swallowed, getting the hang of not being a messy eater. He leaned over and reached down, rubbing the fuzzy head of Calvin. Calvin pulled his muzzle out of his bowl, meat and gravy dripping from his black lips. He pressed into the hand before going back to eating.

Other than their day of love making, Calvin had been spending countless hours every day giving Kenai a crash course in humanity. Language, habits, mannerisms, pop culture, trivia... Kenai had the benefit of a much larger brain to store the information, but he was still a dog at heart... Calvin wished he had the resources to keep Kenai at home but he had used up all his sick leave, his professors were threatening to fail him... and they wouldn't have much money to keep the utilities on for more than a month. Calvin was running out of time.

"I think you need to try and go to school in my place tomorrow." Calvin said, his grunts and barks something only Kenai could understand. Kenai put his sandwich down.

"I don't want to..." He whimpered. Calvin looked up, growling softly.

"You have to try or we won't get any more food and the house will be dark and cold and then we'll get kicked out... or worse, people will come to see if we are alright and find out how different we are..." Calvin said. Kenai whimpered some more before he sighed.

"Alright... I'll try." Kenai replied. Calvin nodded, going back to his food. Kenai nibbled at his sandwich some more, a strange expression crossing his lips.

"You be okay without me?" Kenai asked.

"You'll." Calvin corrected, "And... Yes, why?" Calvin asked. Kenai grinned.

"Don't you feel it? So hot, so... um, hard. Needing to mate and mate and mate..." Kenai muttered. Calvin moaned at the thought, his cock getting hard again. After a moment Calvin shook his head.

"We have to do this... Even if I am in heat, we have to keep ourselves going until I hear back from the doctor... We made sure there weren't any typos in the email but he probably thought it was a joke..." Calvin whimpered. Kenai reached over, his fingers scratching at Calvin's head again. Calvin pushed into it, letting his pet stroke his fur. Calvin relaxed, pushing into the hand, his tail wagging. Somehow he suddenly felt like it would all work out, as long as they worked together.

***

Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot. Kenai had been walking steadily for almost two weeks but it still perplexed him how humans managed to do it. It was so much slower than a dog could run... And it was even harder when wearing shoes. Sadly Kenai had realized the use of clothes and shoes after locking himself out in a rain storm in the back yard naked. Humans got cold rather easily.

"Jefferson street..." Kenai murmured, practicing directions and words before he turned, heading toward the school. Kenai reached back and grabbed his ass, playing with one of his cheeks as he walked, feeling his master's sperm inside him still. Kenai started whimpering as he thought of Calvin, missing his master. He felt lonely and sad... Kenai wanted to turn around and run home, to cuddle up to his master, to tell him they could live outside... That his master had a fine husky body and that he would try and make the soft human body as tough as his old one... but then master would get bad.

Kenai had been walking some way without thinking, without paying attention, lost in his own mind. It had never happened before, at least not as much as he was now... But for once it was a smell that snapped him out of it. Kenai came to a stop, sniffing at the air. He smelled... Man... he smelled musk, sweat... He smelled sex! Kenai began panting in delight, looking around, trying to determine where he was. He wasn't anywhere near the school, nor was he near his neighborhood... But even his pathetic human ears could hear the highway. He had gone east away from the town center and toward the freeway.

A huge honking horn startled Kenai. He bolting forward, narrowly missing the edge of a big tanker truck as it rolled by. Kenai was in the midst of a truck stop. Huge cargo trucks were being weighed, cross country freight trucks were getting refueled, others were parked for rest layovers. The smell of food came from a small diner situated in the midst of it all, but what Kenai was smelling was coming from a brick building behind the layover section. Kenai began walking toward the brick building, sniffing the air, his shaggy brown hair blowing in the wind.

The old brick building was covered in signs warning truckers not to enter if they were leaving in less than six hours, warning minors to stay away, listing company policy... But it hardly seemed the place to follow rules. Glass crunched beneath Kenai's shoes. He looked down, feeling very glad he had brought them. He reached up, a hand pushing the grimy door open. The sudden scent of piss and beer and sex was overwhelming. Kenai's canine cock began throbbing in his pants, tenting, secreting his own juices. Kenai was in heaven.

Kenai closed his eyes, focusing his pathetic human nose. It was hardly worth anything, but it was just enough. Kenai honed in on the smell and dropped down to all fours, crawling across the bar floor. He moved under one table, passing between two more before he managed to find his way under the table of a booth seat. Kenai pushed his face to the source of the smell, a swollen tent of denim housing the fat cock of one of the bar patrons. Kenai nuzzled the bulge with affection before he opened his mouth, starting to lick at it, nuzzling.

A deep groan of satisfaction came from above. A six foot tall, three hundred and fifty pound trucker murmured, looking down slowly to see the boy whose face was buried in his crotch. The trucker had short shaved brown hair but his rounded cheeks were covered in an unruly, burly beard that jutted out and down, the trail end almost reaching his nipples. He wore a plaid shirt and jeans, the shirt contorted over his rounded belly. A large meaty hand reached down, fat fingers tangling in Kenai's hair. He held the boy there, letting him continue to lick that groin.

"Hey boys, looks like we picked ourselves up a stray..." The trucker called out. Two more burly men got up and moved over, one letting out a whistle.

"That ain't no ordinary pup you got there Duke." He said. The first trucker laughed, starting to hump Kenai's face. Kenai panted happily, getting mouths full of denim.

"Well he may be a rare breed, but I like him." Duke said, reaching down to pop the button on his pants. He slowly unzipped, his trapped musk escaping. Kenai's tongue slipped out of his mouth as he smelled the scent, taking it deep. His thoughts of school were gone, all he knew was that this man equaled sex and he liked sex. He missed being in heat, but it seemed he could get horny at the drop of a hat in a human body.

Duke watched the twenty something year old man inhale his scent before that tongue began working at his cock. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. He groaned harder, grabbing his beer with one hand, guzzling it down before he pulled his underwear down, revealing his large shaft. Kenai needed no other invitation. His lips parted and he leaned forward, slurping and licking at the shaft all over, sliding his tongue into the folds of flesh before teasing the piss slit. Duke growled.

"Whose a good puppy? You're a good puppy, yes you are..." Duke grunted, 'But puppies don't wear all those fancy clothes... Jake, Clint." Duke commanded. The other two truckers nodded, knowing their duty. Clint knelt down behind Kenai, reaching to pull off his shoes and socks first before moving to unbutton his pants. Clint was the smallest of the three, only two hundred and forty pounds, but he made up for it with his huge blond beard, almost seeming like a Viking. Jake tried to figure out how to get Kenai's shirt off without interrupting his boss before he grabbed the shirt tails and began tearing it, working all the way up to the collar before it split.

"That's more like it..." Duke muttered, chuckling and moaning as Kenai's bare chest and back were exposed. Cling pulled the pants down and reached into Kenai's underwear to try and tease him while he sucked off the boss but what Clint found shocked him.

"His cock is slimy..." Clint murmured. Duke ignored him.

"Of course it is, he's horny you ass..." Jake muttered. Cling tugged down Kenai's pants and moved, leaning down between the boy's legs. Clint had gone down to find out the reason for Kenai's slime. What he found instead was a fully animal canine shaft. Clint's mouth widened to protest but Kenai's hips moved with blinding speed. The pointed tip slipped through Clint's open mouth, sliding across his tongue and pushing for the back of his throat. Clint gulped in shock and suddenly had a mouth full of cock. Kenai began humping aggressively, desperately, not holding back. Clint was knocked onto the ground, his mouth wide as the cock pistoned back and forth.

Duke chuckled, not having realized what a cock slut Clint was, watching the Viking get face fucked by a twenty something year old barely aggressive enough to vie for being a trucker's pet. Still, Duke was getting closer to the edge and he wanted the full meal deal. Duke gestured with his head and Jake nodded, understanding. While Kenai's senses were dulled, his face buried in the fat lap of a hug trucker, he didn't realize Jake had moved around behind him until he felt the fat, wide, blunt human cock pushing at his ass.

Kenai shivered in delight. He'd felt the blunt tip of a human before, but only his master... This was different, naughty. He was being a bad dog, and somehow that turned him on more. Kenai sucked and slurped on Duke's cock, shivering as Jake began to push into his ass, never letting up on Clint's face. Kenai fucked Clint so hard and fast that he was starting to knot. Clint had been shocked and stunned, even dazed as his face was fucked by an alien cock, but all of the sudden the base of Kenai's shaft swelled up into a knot, locking him in place. Clint's head was tugged up and down helplessly until Kenai groaned, trying to hold back the orgasm.

Duke was having far less luck. He gripped Kenai's hair tighter, pulling his head down, calling out n bliss before he screamed out, voice echoing off the walls. The fat cock stuffed down the boy's throat pulsed and throbbed before all at once there was a huge, thick rush of seed flowing into his mouth and down his throat. Kenai gulped at it, letting the hot, salty, thick cream nourish him. Kenai shivered before his own cock did the same, thick yellowed ropes of cum spraying down Clint's throat. Clint gulped at them almost involuntarily.

As if sensing the pleasure of the others, Jack let out a bellowing grunt, both hands grabbing onto Kenai's ass as he thrust in, ground tight and began cumming. The flow was amazing, the sperm mixing with that of Kenai's master. Kenai growled in delight around Duke's cock. Having one master had been amazing... But Kenai had never expected what having three masters was like. He couldn't get enough...

***

Calvin panted wildly, his muzzle hanging open, his tongue hanging out and dripping saliva as his hips were humping so fast that they were a blur. His human cock glistened as it slid in and out of the tight tail hole of the neighbor's Shiba Inu, the orange dog panting happily as well as its ass was reamed by Calvin for the second time, the dog's cock knotted and spraying more cum into the grass. Calvin's mind was lost in the bliss of heat as he fucked the Shiba Inu for all he was worth, feeling it come until all at once he came, his pink cock spraying his human cum into the dog's tight ass. The Shiba Inu slumped, collapsing onto the grass. Calvin whimpered in delight, sliding out of the dog's ass slowly, his human cock dangling beneath him. He leaned down, licking at the orange dog's neck.

"Thanks... That was great..." He growled. The Shiba Inu's tail wagged quickly.

"Any time..." The dog barked back. Calvin's eyes widened. He had understood the dog... He leaned in, licking the dog's muzzle before he turned, moving back toward the university. Calvin was getting used to traveling on four legs, covering a lot of ground in a short amount of time. His paws were tough and good, his husky tail waggling behind him. Then again the feet weren't the only perk to being a dog. Calvin was loving how strong his sense of smell was.

Calvin came to a stop, lifting his muzzle. He sniffed the air, pausing in confusion. He had been following Kenai's trail but it stopped before getting to the school. Calvin moved back half a block, sniffing the air. Yes, Kenai had been here. Calvin lowered his nose, sniffing, following the trail. Kenai had wandered away from the school, but why? A moment later it hit him... Cum... Blinding amounts of cum. Calvin's muzzle soon fell open, his tongue hanging out. It smelled so good.

While Calvin had been intending to keep Kenai on task he had gotten distracted by his heat... and the smell didn't help at all. All Calvin smelled was sex, love, mating... It was exactly what he wanted. Calvin's human cock got hard again and he broke into a run, crossing block after block. He passed teenagers groping each other in an alley, a brothel, the smell only getting stronger as he approached the highway. Calvin looked both ways before entering the truck parking lot, wandering around between trucks before he saw the bar in the corner. One sniff of the air confirmed that Kenai was here.

Calvin crossed the rest of the parking lot, reaching the bar. He came to a stop outside, looking at the door. He turned around and circled before jumping up, his front paws landing on the door. The door creaked before it opened, Calvin dropping forward and moving in on his paws. His black fur blended into the shadow of the bar but his white stuck out. Calvin was still following his nose, his furry hips brushing against legs.

When Calvin came around the corner toward the booths, he had never expected to see what was before him. Calvin looked at his own human body on all fours, Kenai's face and ass full of cock, his canine cock buried in the face of another... All three men were huge, dripping with sweat and musk from the exertion. Calvin felt angry, cross... but... the trucker fucking Kenai's ass had sagging pants. The huge ass was almost entirely revealed, the crack down the middle wide. Calvin sniffed at the air before he surged forward.

Jack howled out in shock as he felt a cock sliding up and down between his ass cheeks before it found its goal, the slimy cock sliding into his ass, thrusting back and forth. He nearly fell forward, panting hard, moaning and grunting. The paws pressed onto his shoulders as Calvin humped for all he was worth, hitting Jack's prostate over and over. Duke groaned hard, still squeezing Kenai's head into his crotch. Despite his lust he had to chuckle.

"Looks... like... we... picked up... a real dog..." Duke moaned, groaning hard. Kenai tried looking back over his shoulder but his mouth was too full of cock to turn very far. Clint collapsed beneath Kenai, his face dripping with yellow dog sperm. He gazed up at the cock in awe, feeling so strange and amazed. He looked up at Kenai's fair boyish good looks and then back to the wild animal cock. He was envious to say the least... even more so as he heard Jack scream out in lust, cumming again into Kenai's cock.

Calvin felt the human before him clenching down. He knew the signs of an orgasm well now. Calvin let the muscles milk him until he came yet again, spraying his sperm into Jack's ass, is cock churning it inside him, working it so deep before Jack pulled out of Kenai and moved to lay down on the floor, exhausted from the bliss. Calvin grudgingly slipped out, dropping onto all fours. He moved up to Calvin, bumping his wet ass with his nose. Kenai whimpered, knowing for sure that his master had come to find him. Slowly Kenai pulled off of duke, circling Calvin, nuzzling his master apologetically. Calvin turned his muzzle away for a moment but Kenai was so sorry, so loving. He sighed, moving to lick Kenai's face. Kenai panted happily, hugging Calvin.

"Pup, is that your dog?" Duke asked, his hand gliding up and down his saliva covered cock. Kenai shook his head.

"I'm his... He's my master." Kenai said. Duke's eyes narrowed.

"No pup... You're my dog. I'm alpha around here." Duke said. Kenai looked between Calvin and Duke.

"I don't think you want to challenge him." Kenai said softly. Calvin was quiet, his fur bristling a bit. No one was going to take his dog OR his body... Let alone the two at the same time.

"No challenges, I guess I'll just have to mark out my territory..." Duke said, chuckling as he got ready to pee on the two and claim them. Calvin growled for a moment. He wasn't going to have any of that. He ran forward and jumped up onto Duke's lap, moving to put his paws against the wall behind Duke's head. A long, fat human cock dangled in front of Duke's face, causing him to hesitate, "What the fu-uuugh!" Duke coughed and choked as Calvin released, his potent yellow urine spraying into the trucker's face.

The rancid yellow piss sprayed into Duke's mouth, pouring over his tongue. Duke tried to get away, to get out of it... but as the amber rivulets ran into his beard, soaking into the strands and soaking his shirt... Duke realized why Kenai had warned him. This dog really was an alpha, his alpha. Duke relaxed his bladder and began peeing himself, his jeans growing wet, the denim turning dark as the urine spread. Kenai panted happily, watching, his own cock getting very hard watching. He was so proud of his master.

Calvin growled in delight, feeling very powerful... He WAS the alpha. He'd dominated the master in the bar, but he wasn't done yet. Calvin moved his hips, thrusting his cock into Duke's mouth, starting to hump it in a heated frenzy even as he still peed. When the pee came to a stop, the cock only got harder and harder. Duke gagged but relaxed his throat, taking the cock deeper and deeper, slurping on it.

Duke knew that this human cocked husky was wrong, strange... But it was his master, it was delicious. His huge hands moved out, stroking Calvin's fur. Kenai stood up, his own dog cock aching. He moaned, whimpering, gazing at Calvin's tail hole before he moved forward. Calvin whimpered and panted as he felt the slick, hot pointed tip of Kenai's cock pushing at his hole. Slowly Calvin relaxed and then Kenai's cock began squeezing in.

Inch after inch of that pointed red cock slipped into Calvin's doggy hole and Calvin loved it. He clenched down, massaging Kenai's cock. Kenai started humping harder, faster, more desperately. Kenai drooled down his chin, watching his master fuck the face of the big human. He had the toughest master... Kenai felt special, he loved his master. He had been a bad dog to get distracted from his master, but now he had the best of everything... His master was a master to the other humans. Kenai panted happily, grinding hard. Slowly hands came up around Kenai as Clint began massaging his legs, his hips.

"So... amazing... the demon prince, come to grace us all..." Clint muttered, obviously trying desperately to understand a man with a dog cock. All the same, he was quite worshipful. His hands massaged Kenai's ass cheeks before his fingers probed Kenai's ass. Kenai whimpered happily, letting the fingers in, hoping they would find his prostate. At the same time, Calvin was getting closer and closer to the edge. He panted and moaned, grunting before he panted more. Calvin whimpered softly when he realized he was longing for a canine cock... he wanted to knot the human, to trap that maw on his shaft and make him a true bitch, but he would take what he could.

Calvin kept thrusting, cock sliding up and down Duke's throat, working the piss soaked man hard. The husky was a thing of wonder in action before he lifted his head toward the ceiling; letting out a howl as his cock pulsed and throbbed, throwing pearly white streams of cum down Duke's throat. Duke swallowed it down, gulping. Kenai howled as well, grabbing Calvin's hips as he began cumming, spraying his own cum into his master, his knot swelling to trap him in place. Kenai's howl soon shifted, matching Calvin's in pitch, the two orgasming in unison. Clint passed out in bliss once more.

Duke gulped the cum greedily, the warm flow splashing in his belly... but he wasn't far behind. His own cock throbbed, spraying rope after rope of cum into Calvin's fur. Calvin barely noticed, fucking the human' face until he'd sprayed out every drop before finally Calvin pulled back, lowering down to the ground, very aware that Kenai was knotted in him. Calvin moved, trying to get into a position to let Kenai relax. He looked up to the bearded human laying in the booth, covered in piss and cum, his mouth hanging open, stunned.

"Tell him that we're his master..." Calvin barked to Kenai. Kenai grinned.

"You are our pet... We are your masters." Kenai said. Duke nodded.

"Yes... Yes masters... We're all your humble pets..." Duke murmured. Kenai grinned, leaning over his own master, hugging the husky body, rubbing his fur all over, rubbing his cum soaked belly.

"I'm sorry I didn't go to school, I got distracted... I won't let it happen again... I'm sorry master, forgive me..." Kenai whimpered. Calvin bent around, licking Kenai's face, slurping all over the salty skin.

"I forgive you... I know it's hard. I tried to be a good master, to stay inside but... I broke out and then I got distracted, fucking the orange dog instead of finding you." Calvin admitted. Kenai licked his lip.

"Doesn't he have the best ass? So tight and hard..." Kenai panted.

"He's such a hot bitch..." Calvin chuckled, licking Kenai's face more. Kenai finally relaxed enough to pull his cock out, the length popping out of Calvin's ass. Calvin turned around, giving the cock a lick and then another, soon slurping and cleaning the cock. Kenai writhed, moaning in delight, fingers digging helplessly at the floor before his cock was clean. Kenai orgasmed again, but sadly he was out of cum for the moment. His eyes rolled into the back of his head before he recovered. Calvin sat half way down, looking at Kenai before looking around, spotting his clothes in a pile. Calvin looked back to Kenai, "Get dressed... Are the clothes messy?" Calvin barked. Kenai moved over, picking them up, realizing the shirt was practically in pieces before nodding.

"Yes master, I'm sorry." Kenai whimpered.

"It's okay; maybe school isn't a good idea... We'll come back here tomorrow, we should take care of a few things at home first... and have some more fun." Calvin said, licking his lips. Kenai grinned, moving to get dressed as quickly as he could, though he was careful zipping up. After a few moments Kenai moved over, petting Calvin's scruff. The two moved for the door, heading out of the bar and into the sunlight, leaving an array of guys covered in bodily fluids behind them, no idea what had really happened.

***

The walk back towards the neighborhood had been interesting, Kenai and Calvin walking side by side. Despite Kenai's missing shirt, the two looked almost normal walking back side by side as if they had decided to take an early summer stroll but got a bit messy somehow. Kenai looked at his reflection and then down to Calvin. It was strange, but... they were together. As if Calvin was thinking the same thing, he looked up at Kenai, panting happily, tail wagging. In many ways they'd been reborn, they had a fresh start... But they both were creatures of instinct, Kenai's old instincts and Calvin's new ones. They had been reborn to be wild.

"You're back!" Came an excited bark from ahead. Kenai and Calvin looked up as the Shiba Inu came running over. The orange dog pushed his muzzle into Kenai's crotch, nuzzling and licking the fabric. Kenai groaned, getting very hard. He reached to unzip his pants, his hard dog cock slipping out. The shiba inu began sucking and licking at it, his own cock getting hard. Calvin had been about to suggest they go to the house... But he got one whiff of Kenai's juices and the neighbor dog's ass and he couldn't wait.

Calvin's human cock slipped out and he moved around, rubbing against the orange dog's ass before the cock lined up and he thrust in, his front paws jumping up as he rammed the orange dog's ass, fucking it wildly again, his cock churning the same cum that he had put in just before, watching the orange dog suck off Kenai. Calvin had never felt so good, so alive... He'd dominated humans, dogs, his pet. He felt so manly, so wild... His chest puffed up and he fucked harder, ramming the orange dog's ass, growling in bliss.

Kenai looked down at his master fucking the orange dog, the two animals going at it and letting him come along for the ride. Kenai knew this was the start of something amazing... They'd be together forever and it would be amazing... Kenai grinned wide, drooling as he imagined the future, basking in the glow of just how vivid the imagination he had now was.

***

A strange stillness filled the neighborhood, only a soft early summer's breeze and the sound of hammering echoing off of the sides of the other houses. The hammering came from a real estate agent putting up a foreclosure and for sale sign on an old two story house with faded blue paneling and a wide porch... It was the house Calvin and Kenai had called home for the last three years... the home they hadn't been able to support any longer when Calvin's experiment had gone completely wrong and exchanged bodies between a master and his husky dog, well, all but their reproductive organs. The nanites had been locked out of changing those.

Since then they had done many things... Calvin, in the body of a dog, had taught Kenai as much English as he could. Calvin had tried getting Kenai to go to school in his stead, getting Kenai to send emails on his behalf to request for help. No one had believed him. Worse, Kenai's instincts kept getting him into trouble. Even with the body of a human he was still very much a dog, fucking the neighbor's shiba inu and wandering into a truck stop... not that Calvin hadn't partaken. He was picking up dog instincts himself now that he had the body of one.

Calvin's ears were flat against his head, his canine shoulders hunched. They were homeless, poor, they had no ties anywhere. School wasn't going to be an option past the semester. Calvin had no idea what to do, but then he felt the reassuring touch of his pet, Kenai petting the dog with his human hand. Calvin pushed into the hand as he was rubbed, his tail starting to wag.

"Thank you, I needed that." Calvin barked.

"You're welcome." Kenai replied. Feeling more relaxed; Calvin started to think of alternatives. His mind drifted over their experiences, moving back to Duke in the truck stop. The big bellied, bearded man... The one that had tried to assert dominance over Kenai in his human body acting like a dog, only to be dominated by the pair of tem in their stead. It was a long shot, but Calvin had exhausted every option. He slowly rose to all fours and turned, starting to walk away.

"Come on." Calvin said. Kenai stood up quickly.

"What about my bones? I have so many..." Kenai said, trotting after his master.

"You'll get new bones." Calvin said, not wanting to stress his pet. They left their neighborhood for the last time, moving down the street block by block, turning when they got to the road that led to the truck stop. There was less foot traffic than there had been. Calvin and Kenai made good time, tough both drooled as they passed the hot dog vendor... But with no money left, they had to find a way to stay alive.

After traveling for several minutes they reached the truck stop and looked both ways, ensuring no truck was rumbling along before they began their advance. Calvin began sniffing the air with his enhanced senses picking up at least one familiar scent... Duke. The others weren't there, but the one they had come to see was still there. Calvin's tail tucked down between his legs as he approached the truck stop, turning his head to Calvin. Calvin looked at the dog before he pushed the door open and they moved in.

The place had been cleaned up since the last time they had been there. No puddles of fluids, no broken table. New lights had been installed that made it a bit brighter, though the booth seats still were dark and grungy. The sound of Calvin's paws moving across the floor caught the attention of someone at the far end, or at least what Calvin assumed to be a person. A thick cloud of cigar smoke billowed out.

"I never expected to see you two I here again... Come to rub in what happened?" Duke asked, sounding bitter. Calvin nudged Kenai's leg, trying to remind him what to say.

"We... couldn't forget you after last time, what we saw and did... You were so unique, so memorable." Kenai said. There was a long silence, the glowing embers of a cigar puff before the man in the booth grinned.

"I am pretty memorable... Cock king of twelve states." Duke bragged. Calvin had no idea what he meant... but they had to find a way to at least stay alive. He nudged Kenai again.

"We couldn't get your taste, your smell, your size out of our minds... We couldn't be apart from you any longer." Kenai said, coming up to the edge of the booth, Calvin at his heels. Duke looked them over before chuckling deeply.

"See, I told you that you two would make good pets... You and your dog, even without me forcing you to, you can't get enough of me..." He grinned, scooting over to pat the seat of the bench next to him. Kenai moved to climb in and get a better look at the trucker. He was even larger than before, his huge belly sticking out of his plaid shirt, barbecue sauce and bits of food in his beard. Sweat soaked his shirt and other stains marred his pants. He was a complete slob... and their only hope. Calvin moved up under the table, curling up beneath their feet to listen in.

"Would we be the kind of pets you would want to keep?" Kenai asked softly, looking into Duke's eyes. Duke looked over Calvin, his brown hair shaggy and a bit greasy from not having had a chance to be washed. He was so thin, such a twink, but Duke could see promise in him. He reached over, tangling his fingers in Kenai's hair, pulling the boy to him. Kenai murmured as their lips met, the two kissing. Kenai whimpered at the kiss before his mouth was invaded. He had just been saying the words, but even his dog mind was starting to interpret them... His master, Calvin, was... just a pet now too. They were brothers more than master and pet... Duke was to be his new master, and he was to be an obedient pet to the trucker man.

"I can sense it in you, what good pets you will be... Will you both be loyal?" Duke asked. Kenai panted.

"Oh yes, yes master..." Kenai murmured.

"Will you both do as I wish?" Duke asked.

"Oh yes master!" Kenai exclaimed. Calvin looked up, starting to sense something was different. He whimpered under the table.

"Will your body be mine?" Duke growled. Kenai panted.

"Oh yes!" He exclaimed.

"Strip." Duke demanded.

"Yes master!" Kenai said, quickly tearing off his shirt and pants, kicking off his shoes. He sliped back into the seat and Duke grabbed Kenai's head again, pulling him into a feverish kiss, his bearded face pushing to the smooth skin of the dog in a boy's body. Their tongues wrestled, their lips pressed. Duke reached down and grabbed one of Kenai's fair hands, guiding it to his stretched jeans before shoving it inside. Kenai felt the hot, moist, damp underwear soaked with sweat and cum... and the massive, fat cock that was inside. His fingers groped around before sliding under the foreskin, getting a liberal coating of old cum slime on them. The smell spilled out of the pants and as Kenai inhaled them, his doggie cock began swelling. Duke broke the kiss, grinning.

"Don't think I forgot you two freaks... You and your dog cock, your pet with a human schlong... I've been dreaming about what I can do with you." Duke added, chuckling. He resumed kissing Kenai before moving to slurp and suck his flesh all over. Calvin's nose was overwhelmed by the freed scent of self-love. So many days worth, so much sweat and musk. He whimpered and grunted, putting his head on the floor and covering it up with his paws. There was so much going on that he couldn't cope. He whimpered and shuddered, but as much as the one time human tried to hide from it, it was getting to him. His cock was growing hard, the pink length throbbing beneath him.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff... Lick it, let me make you into a true trucker pig..." Duke moaned. Kenai brought his hand out, looking at the slime on his fingers before he brought them to his lip. His tongue extended and hit the stuff, the potent smegma and cum, the pent of DNA... and a tingling began spreading through his body. It started in his tongue but it swam down into him, through his entire body. He groaned and stretched, panting, his heart accelerating.

"It's happening again..." Kenai moaned.

"Oh yeah, but this time I'll be on top." Duke grinned, not understanding... Kenai wasn't referring tot heir sexual encounter, but the experiment... The experiment in the lab that had cost him his old body, the experiment that had left him the way he was now... but that had brought such bounty, such joy... perhaps this would too. Kenai finished licking his fingers before he plunged his hand back into the grungy pants to resume accosting Duke before kissing him deeply. The trucker chuckled happily, sucking on Kenai's lip... when he felt something else, something new. A hot, wet tongue was lapping at the bulge of his jeans.

Calvin's tail was wagging as he licked the stained fabric. It was so disgusting... and so good. Calvin couldn't stop no matter how much he wanted to. He licked the stink from the fabric, his cock hanging heavy beneath him. Soon Calvin was given more leeway as Duke reached down to unbutton and unzip his pants, letting the huge, fat cock spill out. Calvin whimpered happily before he sniffed the cock, wrinkled his wet dog nose, sniffed again and then began slurping. The dog tongue licked all over as he gave into his lusts. Between his two new pets and the tingling invading his body, duke was on cloud nine. He took a deep puff of his cigar before setting it down, focusing entirely on his two pets.

Kenai kissed Duke eagerly before moving his head, pressing his young lips to the trucker's neck, throat, even exposed part of his shoulders. Duke was so manly, Kenai couldn't get enough... and everywhere that he kissed, Duke started tingling. Soon Duke was writhing and grunting, barely able to move but so full of lust... and that's when it started. At first it was a subtle change, as if Kenai's light brown hair was getting darker, a change of the lights... But Duke's black hair was getting lighter. It started on his head, but it moved through his beard too. The dark black had become brown and was getting lighter by the moment.

The tingling infused Duke's head. He shoved the dog back out of the way and lifted Kenai, moving to let him sink down and impale on his shaft. Kenai gasped as his ass was filled with trucker cock but he only moaned all the more. Calvin whimpered, so horny... He wasn't sure what to do, but... he saw his old butt before him. He moved forward, canine tongue slipping out before he plunged it between Kenai's cheeks, sliding it against Duke's cock and into the same tight hole. Kenai gasped as his master... no, his brother, started rimming him. He panted, resuming his affections with Duke. It felt strange to have both in there, but as soon as Duke started moving, Calvin was left to figure out an alternative activity.

Duke's head swam with more tingling than when he was drunk or high. This was the best drug on the planet. He started thrusting into Kenai over and over, bouncing the younger man on his cock. Duke could feel the girth of his body, but after a while it seemed like he was getting the swing of it, almost like it was getting easier to lift his hips and slam into Kenai. He had not seen that his legs had lost width, that fat going right to Kenai where he was straddling his new master. Ounce by ounce it was becoming easier for Duke to push himself up, as if his muscles were becoming as strong as they had in youth... even as Kenai got heavier and heavier.

Kenai gasped in surprise and delight as his but cheeks began to balloon out with fat, his hips getting wider. The extra flesh really let him surround Duke's cock... Not only that, but he felt like he was oozing over the man. Kenai's dog cock began leaking pre in excitement, splattering over Duke's hairy belly... a belly that began to shrink. Kenai bounced up and down, the thrusts becoming random and wild since the human twink's body was constantly changing. Kenai watched as his fair, smooth stomach suddenly grew hairy before it began spilling forward, swelling larger, getting bloated. Inch by inch it stretched, the flesh growing paler as Duke's became tanned, the hair diminishing. For a brief moment both men were pressed belly to belly before the changes accelerated.

With a diminishing stomach, Duke looked almost like he had breasts before his moobs began to shrink, but his loss was Kenai's gain. Kenai's nipples spread out to be much wider than before, the nubs growing fat and hair before his pecs sagged forward, filling with fat.Duke gasped, finding it much harder to life Kenai. He opened his eyes and gasped, looking at the fat, hairy boy on his lap.

"Dude, what the fuck happened, you're fucking hot, you're like-" And then Duke saw his own, diminished body. His hairy, oily skin was smooth and fair, his hairy burly legs were thin and clean. He let out a yell of dismay and tried to shove Kenai off of him, but it was no use. The base of Kenai's dog cock had swollen into a knot and he was bouncing like a bitch in heat. In many ways he was, but now he was using Duke's own massive ass against hi. Feeling so much pressure and movement against his huge, slimy cock was too much for him. As much as Duke wanted to fight it, he couldn't. Soon he was thrusting into Kenai's ass against his will.

Duke's shoulders shrank and Kenai's widened. Duke's hair was brown and Kenai's was black. The former burly trucker watched in both horror and elation as he saw his own burly beard seem to recede and grow back into his face while the stubble pushed out of Kenai's face. The husky that had become man was now becoming something new, a trucker. He watched the thick black dense mesh of hair emerged from his face and he grinned It was a fine mane of fur, much like when he had been a dog. He was very proud of his new form. Once more he had become master... As soon as he picked a new one, he had become it. It was very exciting, at least until his head started throbbing.

Duke and Kenai groaned as their skulls reshaped. Kenai's temples bulged out and his brows pushed forward, his nose grew bulbous and wide. His lips filled up thick. Duke panted as his face became more fair. His nose sloped nicely, his jaw had a slope to it rather than being square, his ears were perfect... And then as quickly as it had started, the changes subsided. Duke sat, a twenty something year old boy with shaggy brown hair and the shaft of a cock obsessed greasy trucker, trapped under the rolling rotund flesh of a beefy oily bearded trucker who mysteriously had the shaft of a dog.

"Get off me you demon!" Duke cursed, his voice coming out smooth and even. He shuddered, disgusted by his own voice. Kenai leaned in, licking his face with a wide, fat tongue that tasted of barbecue sauce.

"You don't like it?" Kenai asked, now using Duke's voice. Duke grunted in dismay.

"Of course I don't like it! I'm a think, immature twink... No hair, no balls. This is fucking awful!" Duke said, trying to shove Kenai off desperately, "Change me back!" He demanded. Kenai shook his head.

"We don't know how to change back. Ma-" Kenai paused, "Calvin tried but we weren't able to." Kenai said. Duke's heart felt heavy. He felt so... clean, so well trimmed.

"Well at least get off me." Duke begged. Kenai obeyed his new master and stood up, his ass coming off the huge cock with a plop before h stepped out of the booth. Duke's eyes went wide and he grabbed his cock, "I still have it! Oh my old friend..." Duke moaned, fondling his shaft, sliding his hands up and down before he grabbed at his saggy, huge ball sack. He moaned, feeling that at least something of his had been kept. There was some anchor point, some redemption.

"So you aren't all unhappy?" Kenai asked. Duke looked up hesitantly.

"This is almst hell for me, having you steal my body but... at least I have my manhood." Duke murmured. Kenai smiled, moving to lick the skin on his arm as any dog might. There was a clic from the door to the pantry as Calvin moved back out. After being shooed away in the midst of their sex he had gone to get himself some food after not eating in so long. He trotted out on all fours before coming to a dead stop. He sniffed the air, smelling Kenai, Duke... and Duke and Kenai... and the nanites. Calvin was surprised he could even pick them up, he didn't know he had the smell for them... but there the smell was, the same smell as in the ab. Calvin moved to Duke and then to Kenai before he whimpered.

"You gave away my body?!" Calvin whimpered.

"It's right there..." Kenai said, not understanding. Duke had frozen in place.

"Holy fuck, I can understand you." He muttered, the obscenities sound strange coming from Calvin's original body. Calvin whimpered more.

"This is terrible... We've inflicted it on another person...what if we had done it to that shiba inu?" Calvin groaned.

"Then we would have two very sexy gay doggy friends." Kenai said, his canine cock getting fat just at the thought of it. Calvin didn't think it was funny and began to pace back and forth. He moved around, trying to figure out what to do.

"Duke... how would you feel about going to school in my place?" Calvin asked. Duke smirked.

"No way in hell am I doing that. My days in school ended a lot of years ago." Duke said, crossing his fairly insubstantial arms.

"Well we have to figure out a way to sustain ourselves, all three of us..." Calvin mused.

"You two still belong to me, I'm your master." Duke asserted. Kenai looked up, contemplating. He had thought a lot about masters recently... Calvin had been his master, then he was the master, then Duke was the master, now Duke had Calvin's body... Master had master's body. It all seemed right in the world.

"Yes master." Kenai said happily. Duke grinned.

"Now... let's show that dog who his master is..." Duke said, grabbing at his cock, working it into a hard frenzy before he lunged. Calvin tried to get away but Duke was so lithe, so strong. He had all the vitality and youth that his new body had to over. Calvin tried to get away, to flee, but son that fat, greasy cock was plunging into his tail hole, spreading it so wide. Calvin whimpered and tried to bark for help but when his lips parted his muzzle was filled with wet dog cock. Kenai started fucking Calvin's face, the dog body filled up from both ends. Duke grunted in delight, ramming into him over and over, hitting his prostate. He felt the dog clenching over and over around him, sucking harder on Kenai's shaft. It seemed Calvin's dog sense had eroded his ideal quite easily... and his resolve. In a matter of moments the dog released his seed across the floor, the cum smelly and feral as it sprayed on the tiles. Kenai wasn't far behind, still having a bit of a link with his former master. Kenai's dog cock flared wide before he howled and began pumping seed into the dog's gullet. Duke heard and smelled the cum and he was next, throwing his head back and letting out a youthful scream of delight as he filled Calvin's ass.

The three males continued to cum for several minutes before at last they were spent. Duke pulled out, Calvin laid down and Kenai knelt to keep himself inside of Calvin. They panted, caught their breaths and began to consider their options again.

"So we can all understand each other?" Duke murmured, "Kid, how well do you take directions?" He asked Kenai. Kenai shrugged. Calvin moaned, moving to put his head onto duke's knee, looking up at the face that had been his for so long.

"He follows instructions well." Calvin stated. Duke nodded.

"Then... Maybe instead of me posing as you, I'll have him pose as me and we can keep being truckers... And I can work on getting your body certified so I can get my life back." Duke murmured, looking up as the bartender came back from fucking the dishwasher boy in the back. Duke grinned.

"A round of malts on Duke!" Duke called out, not wanting to alarm the man. The barkeep moved to start pouring them up.

"Wait, didn't you just finish some? That's a lot of calories." Calvin murmured. Duke shot a glare at the dog.

"It's my body now... I'll do whatever I damn well feel like... Because I am the master." Duke smirked before chuckling, watching the beers get poured.

[3 Years Later]

A steady hum resonated up through the floor, filling Calvin's dreams... It was the sound of more than a dozen rubber tires rolling along the well traveled highway, the meditation of a trucker. Calvin had in fact survived the three years since he lost his home. He had eaten well, he had been warm... and he had gotten fat. His husky coat was extra long; plenty of meat on his bones making him look bigger than he was. The white of his fur had yellowed with grime and he had a bit of a smell, but neither of his owners seemed to notice... they had their own smells.

Sitting in the passenger seat was Kenai, the apparent elder of the two truck drivers. Kenai's life had changed more on the day he got Duke's body than when he had gotten Calvin's. He had learned the pleasures of raunch, of gluttony. He had used his canine instincts of doing what he wanted, when he wanted to be happy and nothing had held him back. Duke's body had already been three hundred pounds when Kenai had gotten it, but Kenai had only gained more until he was at least four hundred and fifty pounds. He was a behemoth, a monster, the kind of a man that could tackle a bear and trap it by sheer girth. It was amazing he was still able to walk.

Kenai was reclined on the truck bench, his massive ass spread out. His fat, hairy, greasy arm clutched a big gulp as he suckled the contents down, the straw disappearing under a thick mustache. Kenai had been so proud of the beard Duke had. He cherished it and let it grow out. Then again he let a lot grow out... His hair, his belly, his fingernails. He was wild and unkempt. He was garbed in custom made jeans that were so soaked with food and fluids that they flexed like rubber. His shirt had more x's than he could count and it still wasn't enough, Kenai's furry belly sticking out from under the bottom of the shirt, his man boobs pushed into the upper fabric like water balloons. Just as the shit failed to cover the belly, Kenai's arms were also exposed... Long tufts of greasy black hair stuck out from his pits, a dense forest. Each strand was soaked with not only sweat, but all sorts of other fluids, filling the truck cab with an ungodly stench.

Kenai turned his head, looking over to his riding companion with a proud grin. Diligent as ever, Duke sat at the wheel, one grubby arm graped over the top to move it from side to side, the other rising up and down his truly massive meat... a position it had been occupying since Duke got his new body... but something amazing had happen. Duke had gone from a well hung massive man to a twenty year old with the same cock... a man who was still in the late stages of puberty. Duke had gone insane with lust, jerking off with every opportunity and his body had reacted in kind, only serving to fuel his cock and let it grow any more. Duke was so long now that his manhood rivaled that of a horse, rising at least a foot up from his groin, constantly drooling thick pre... but the cock was the least of the changes Duke had gone through.

Duke had been heartbroken at first to receive such a pathetic, thin body... but he had quickly learned to enjoy the energy, the strength and the flexibility. He had given in at first, knowing there was nothing he could do to get his old body back... but as he ignored Calvin's pleas to keep his new body in shape, Duke realized... he could get his old body back, in a way. Duke stopped showering, stopped shaving, and the only exercise he took part in was walking from one all-you-can-eat buffet to the next when they would kick him out, a grin plastered on his messy face.

Calvin had watched in dismay as his own body had started to grow rotund. The first thing Duke had regained was a belly... Calvin's tall, lithe pale body had grown a belly. The flesh bloated out, rounded, sticking out from beneath such innocent pectorals. It almost looked as if he was pregnant in a way. Duke had strutted around, showing off his belly, fondling it with such pride... pride that only got larger when his pectorals had picked up on the fat and bloated out as well, his nipple stretching out... nipples he had gotten pierced. Even Calvin had given up trying to stop Duke, and without any restraint he had only sped up on his quest. The fat had rolled down his back, bloated out his love handles and bulked up his arms. His feet wound up looking so soft and wiggly, his thighs were as big as his waist had been. Three years later, Duke had regained every ounce of fat his old body had and then some. He even drove without a shirt on in hot weather, his heavy nipple rings dangling on his sweaty, hairy chest.

With his body so well in hand, Duke had focused on getting his head just right. He had to admit he looked better with his features softened by fat, but that wasn't enough. He had grown out his hair, letting the locks get long and wild, greasy and clumping... but his pride and joy was his bead. A thick, brown mustache hung over his upper lip, the bottom lip nothing more than a thin strip before a massive wall of hair that hung down all the way to his nipples. His cheeks puffed out just as wickedly, the beard looking almost like a lion's mane... if the lion had rolled through a Chinese buffet and gotten sauces and bits of food all through it.

Duke and Kenai had grown close over the years, bonding with their food and their job. Both were licensed truck drivers and made a fair pay... Unlike many drivers they didn't require as many layovers for bathroom breaks or for relaxation time, they could drive for much longer periods at a time by trading off. Despite their reputation, they were favored by the trucking company... although the rumors were quite wild. Some referred to them as being so smelly that you could detect them from a state away. Others say the dog they kept with them was a mutant, a smelly beast that would rape young trucker initiates, borrowing their humanity for a moment before leaving them with a craving for canine companions of their own. It wasn't far off. Calvin had attempted to get a new trucker body of his own on several occasions, dreaming of it.

There Calvin had been, his front paws on the eighteen year old's back, his mutton chops moving up and down as he grunted and moaned, having that human cock moving in and out of his tight ass. Calvin's canine legs and arms had lengthened, his belly even became less furry... He'd seen the trucker boy grow canine ears and drool wildly... the boy had even scratched the hood of his mentor's truck with the claws he grew, but it never held... Calvin switched back, the boy was human again... At least it was good sex. Kenai looked down, chuckling as Calvin started humping the carpet.

"Looks like our little piggy is in a mood." Kenai said. Duke gave a hearty chuckle.

"Wake him up, it looks like I need a rest stop." Duke grunted. Kenai licked his lips, reaching down to rub at Calvin's head. His ears perked and he kept humping until he came to a sudden stop, looking around. Calvin's tongue slipped out of his mouth and he panted happily, looking up at his masters. They wee good masters, gave him lots of treats and filled his mouth and ass with so many good tastes. Calvin was so happy to please them.

"Daddy's gotta go." Kenai told Calvin. Calvin understood at once and rose up to all fours. He moved over, pushing his muzzle into Duke's groin before his canine teeth hooked the zipper of the pants and began tugging them back. It was hard with the steering wheel and gear shifter in the way but Calvin was very well trained. Duke lowered his foot long cock, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the thick layer of musky, white day old cum that had turned into a soft cheese.

"Arf!" Calvin barked in delight before he started licking at it. His slobbering husky tongue cut through the slime, bringing it into his mouth where it tasted so good. Calvin worked until the shaft was clean before he parted his muzzle wide, his throat pulsing in expectation. Duke moaned, feeling so good, but he wasn't giving into an orgasm... he was relaxing his bladder. The muscles gave way, the pressure was unleashed. The thick, long cock head flared before a huge jet of golden piss shot out, arching through the air before splattering onto Calvin's tongue. The piss splashed across his mouth, coating his teeth and running out of the sides of his mouth. Like a dog with the hose, he bit at the piss to try and gulp it down, getting it all over his muzzle and chest. The hot yellow rain coursed down his chest fur in rivulets, soaking in and staining it even further. As far as Calvin was concerned he was being marked by his master.

"Good piggy, very good..." Duke said. Calvin eventually relaxed, slipping his muzzle around the fat cock, filling his whole head and throat with it, taking the piss in directly. The warm liquid ht his belly and filled it up slowly until Duke had no drop left to share. Calvin carefully licked him clean and nuzzled the shaft before duke let it fall limp on his lap, moving to give his left arm a break and hang it out the window before steering lazily with his right. Calvin seamed to still be a bit hungry. He sniffed around for dropped food, finding all sorts of pickles and cheese bits slathered in sauce, eating them off the floor between Duke's legs before his ears quirked. He heard a squelching noise that delighted him.

"Hey hubby, looks like he's locked in on you." Duke smirked. Kenai moaned both hands working up and down his very fat, very long canine shaft. The base was already welling into a knot and yellow wild cum was leaking from the tip. Calvin moved over, nuzzling Kenai's fat leg before he hopped up, one wide paw on both knees before he knelt down. Kenai gasped as he felt those dark lips slipping over his shaft. His hands moved to grab at Calvin's husky head, starting to move the dog up and down like a sex sleeve. Calvin relaxed his throat completely as the dog cock slid up and down inside of it. He was little more than a sex toy to Kenai, to the one that had been his pet another lifetime ago... but Calvin wouldn't have it any other way. Below the dog's legs his human cock got hard, dripping pre as he guzzled down Kenai's member.

Kenai moaned and bucked, howling with such delight, his noises sounding just as canine as the one sucking him down. His fat balls jumbled around, throbbing with pent up cum. It seemed that no matter what Kenai did, he never could diminish his lust... Not that Duke would have wanted it any other way. Kenai panted, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he fucked his former master's face. The sunlight had been spilling in through the windows, the fields of grain swaying in the summer's heat, but shadow fell across them as another truck drove by on Kenai's side. There was movement and the driver glanced over. From behind large brown aviator sunglasses and a bushy beard, the young apprentice driver gazed over. A thick cigar hung from his lips, the smoke billowing out as he exhaled. He reached over and clicked the digital radio.

"CB 119 to CB 696, it's good to see you guys again." The other driver said. Duke reached over to flick his radio on.

"CB 696 to 119, good to see you too boy... Flip to private three." He said, changing the channel. The other driver did the same, the channel chirping as the two systems synch.

"What the fuck you guys been up to, haven't seen you in ages!" The other driver chuckled. Due reached to scratch his belly.

"Triple cross country runs, good pay... back to back bonuses. How are you two?" Duke asked, glancing over. The younger driver patted his lap. Kenai looked out the window as he saw more movement as an orange shiba inu dog hopped up onto the driver's lap. Kenai grinned, chuckling. He'd told Kent where the dog could be found, knowing it was quite friendly to dogs and humans alike. It was good to see he was still getting the love.

"There's a good place up ahead, it's called the Pit Stop. Not very creative, but they've got great food, great smokes, and it'd give us all a chance to... stretch." He said. Duke moaned, reaching to run his fingers through his beard.

"We'll see you there we could use some... down time. 696 out." Duke said, flicking the radio off. Kenai howled, his cock throbbing, his balls tugging up as thick ropes of dog spunk began flowing down into Calvin's throat. The dog lovingly swallowed gulp after gulp as the two trucks took the off ramp, heading off of the highway toward the large beckoning sign of the Pit Stop.

***

With a roar and a chatter the truck engines died down, the hoods clicking as the metal shifted to the dropping temperature. The air was warm and the cement was hot, the sunset flooding the heavens with a sheet of orange like a wave of fire. The horizon glimmered with the cause, the half sunk orb of light. The doors to the cab of the truck opened with a groan. The first to set foot on the ground was Calvin, the husky landing on his paws. He tried running around with his excess energy although his belly slowed him down a bit.

Kenai climbed out next, his gigantic fat foot setting down before the next followed. He hadn't been able to find any shoes to fit them and the soles were black from walking across oil and mud and dirt. Ironically the covering protected him from the heat. He waddled along and Duke came around the truck himself, the two heading through the parking lot together toward the Pit Stop ahead of them. Kent leaned against his truck part way there, taking a few more puffs on his cigar. The smoke billowed out of his lips and curled around the short beard he had. He'd come a long way in a short time. His generally fit body was marred by the big round belly sticking out of his shirt, tattoos ringing arms that seemed too big between muscle and fat to even be on his body.

"Where's Brock?" Duke asked, referring to the trucker that had trained Kent. Kent smiled, gesturing to the building.

"He's got a private room... He'll be happy to see Lucky here, and he's never had the fortune to meet Calvin before." Kent said, reaching to rub the head of the Shiba Inu. The three truckers turned and moved to the building, their dogs right at their heels. The Pit Stop seemed like an ordinary Trucker restaurant at first glance. A big buffet, a huge refrigerator desert display case, wide booths with tough hides to put up with any abuse... But near the back of the place there was a double wide door, painted black. Passers by might have thought it was just a supply closet for some wide equipment. Kent made a bee line for the door, made sure no one was looking, and opened it up. Smoke billowed out long with the smell of piss and booze. Kent, Duke, and Kenai moved in with Calvin and lucky right behind.

The door slid shut on its own, clicking. The back room had brick walls with rough mortar, super wide leather booths, drains built into the floor and ashtrays everywhere. Some of the walls were stained where truckers had just relieved themselves without having to venture far from their seats. Duke loved this place. At the far end a tall, beefy man stood up. His shaved head glistened in the light, his cheeks darkened with a beard kept perfectly even. A black shirt was strained by perfect pecs and a ten pack of abs. His arms exploded out of the sleeves, a monument to human anatomy. His legs were equally muscled, his pants tight enough to show those off as well. He threw his arms wide.

"Kent, welcome back!" He beamed. Kent ran to the man and hugged him, nuzzling against him before kissing him. The muscle bear looked quite happy hugging his apprentice. Duke and Kenai smirked a bit. They never saw much point in having such a perfect body type, it was a lot more fun to be wild... but then again, muscle was good for sex and they loved sex quite a bit. Kent looked around before spotting the dogs, looking to Brock with a smile.

"I brought Lucky... and a friend." Kent said. Brock turned and looked, seeing the large husky and shiba inu sniffing each other's butts. He all but drooled before he let out a howl. Both dogs turned. Calvin's eyes widened when he saw the large man remove his pants and drop down onto all fours, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. His incredibly long cock dangled from his groin, swaying like a pendulum from its mighty girth. Lucky wagged his tail as his cock got hard and slimy, running around before he hopped up with a practiced grace. All of the men watched the orange dog mount the human, the pointed dog shaft plunging into the tight hole. Brock licked his lips, looking to Calvin.

"I'm hungry..." He said, opening his mouth wide. Calvin panted and ran over, his human cock swelling, the tip growing purple with lust. The husky reached the muscle bear and put his front paws on the man's large shoulders, his hips starting to thrust on automatic pilot. Brock sucked up the cock eagerly, sucking and gulping at the slime from around his cock head. Kent led Duke and Kenai to have a seat, getting cigars for all of them. Soon the smoke in the room was getting thicker puff by puff, but all Calvin could focus on was the unusual sensation spreading through him, a long forgotten tingling.

Calvin did not know why or how... but he remembered the sensation. It started in his groin just behind his cock and spread out from there, moving across his body. Brock felt it too... it started in his mouth, his face, his head. He thought it was the rush of adrenaline. He didn't notice the changes starting. As Brock took it in both ends, his hands clawed at the floor. At first his fingers were ineffectual, but his fingernails stiffened, hardened, and sank down into his fingers, pushing out of the tips as claws... claws that Calvin no longer had. Each slurp and suck Brock too from Calvin's cock seemed to draw more of the canine out of Calvin. Brock's face was pushing forward, his lips darkening as his nose flattened, the tip darkening.

As canine as Brock was getting, Calvin was getting some humanity back for the first time in three years. His nose turned pink, his muzzle blunted. His paws contorted as his tiny digits began pushing out into fingers. His canine legs and arms began to stretch and widen. The paws on Brock's shoulders became hands and started rubbing at the muscles, kneading them. Brock grunted, so obedient. Kent watched in shock. His mentor had always been into dog play, but... he was actually becoming a dog? Kent looked at Calvin and remembered when the dog had tried with him. It seemed like a half remembered dream, but this... wasn't reverting.

Brock kept sucking, his tongue going wide, all the teeth in his mouth growing sharp. His tight black shirt started to get loose as his pecs softened, his abs melted beneath a layer of fat. His belly bulged out, but it almost seemed small. Brock's body suddenly shifted as he realized he was not kneeling on his knees but his legs had gotten so thin and gangly like dog legs... His body just wasn't built to support the clothing anymore and the shirt and pants slipped off, falling to the floor. His huge, long, dripping cock was unaltered, so long it was laying against the floor, slipping and flopping back and forth as Lucky fucked him eagerly.

The fur disappeared along Calvin's belly revealing firm pecs, wide abs. His arms were built, his legs filled back out. The pointed ears on the top of his head began slipping down, dropping lower and lower, settling in on the side of his head before they turned pink and round. All the fur on his head fell out, save for short bits along his face that turned into a fine, rich stubble beard on a mature face. Calvin flexed his fingers, his toes, reaching to grab onto the husky head at his groin. The husky slurped and sucked, seeming much more docile with its huge belly and shaggy, messy fur. Its tail quivered as lucky rammed it, the Shiba Inu's knot forming. Soon the orange dog's cock wouldn't pull out. It leaned forward and bit the husky's shoulder before it came, pumping his new canine ass full of sperm. The husky let out a deep howl; head to the ceiling as it too came, spraying cum all over the floor.

Calvin moaned, his voice deep and velvety before he called out as well, giving a huge orgasm into the muzzle of the husky, into the muzzle that had been his. After so long he was human again and Brock had everything he had always wanted... he was reborn to be wild. Calvin pulled his cock from Brock's mouth, leaving the two dogs basking in the afterglow. Calvin looked around before looking himself up and down. Three long years and human again, but that entire time he had his own cock... his constant companion. He reached down and wrapped Brock's fingers around the shaft, squeezing and rubbing it himself for the first time in so long, realizing he had QUITE the grip. A grin crossed Calvin's face; he'd gotten quite a wonderful body... It was so strong, so potent, so manly. It would serve him well. He turned, moving toward the booth, toward the three truckers who had watched the whole thing in a mix of awe and intrigue.

"I need a drink and a smoke." Calvin murmured, sitting down. Kenai slipped an arm around Calvin happily while Brock looked to the fat husky, realizing as strange as it was, Brock wouldn't have wanted anything else.