Doggie Date-Care
"Are you kidding, Madison? This is your thing?"
I smirked, looking at the dog bed and tennis-ball-fuzzed chew toys sitting there in the corner of the room, on the hardwood floor, sun shining in from the glass sliding door.
"Will you try it with me? Be my doggie?" she whispered, clasping her hands together and blushing.
"Sure, if it gets you turned on, we can give it a try. No promises though," I smiled, sitting down on the fluffy bedding.
She joined me, grabbing a rubber plaything that looked like a purple dumbell with spiked balls on each end, and offered it to me in her mouth. Oh my god, she looked stupid... her lips pooched out around the thing--it was way too big for her jaws.
"Give me that, silly. Let me try," I said, plucking it from her. I opened my mouth but couldn't get a bite around it.
"How are you supposed to get turned on by this? It's silly." I said, bending it so I could bite the flexible shaft--although something about the smell of the rubber sort of made me feel kinky. The very thought that I was putting something made for a dog in my mouth was kind of naughty.
She rewarded me by putting her palm on the crotch of my jeans, and giving me a pleasant squeeze. "Don't worry," she promised. "It gets better." I started getting all tingly. Her fingers ended up curled around my balls, her palm on my cock...
Well, I was no judge of fetish material, but it's sort of a different thing when you have an attractive carrot-top with a nice rack and a nicer soul sitting alongside you, bearing her heart for you. That was the nice thing about "dog-girl" Madison Meyers--she wore her heart on her sleeve. Most people thought she was too kookie, but I'd taken a gamble, and we were going steady for the third week now--figured I'd give her some room to grow on me.
She picked up the pair of collars she'd been carrying.They were that kind of smooth, flexible plastic like you see on the back of baseball caps--but they had some kind of cloth interior, for human skin--cotton, or something. She clipped one around my neck, and the other on hers.
They both had two little jingly dog tags on them. One with generic vet hospital information, the other with pet names...
"Okay, apparently, I'm Marcoh." I shrugged. "What's yours say?"
"Ginger. These are out of date, picked them up from the vet hospital. The collars I got off the internet. How does yours fit, Marcoh?"
"Snug." I mumbled, flicking a finger at the tags.
She swiftly grabbed me, put me on my back, and started making out. Well, that was fast and uncomplicated. Guess I didn't have much to complain about. I got to feel her breasts through her t-shirt--she was't wearing any bra.
Well! Small prices to pay for a strange, but very hot woman!
A cute, disco jingle came on the radio that'd been playing in the little bathroom next to us. It sounded almost like something from the BeeGees.
Ain't never gonna be the same--we're doin the dog! (arf!)
Ain't got no need for pride or shame--we're doin the dog! (ruff!)
She got up on her knees, and started pulling my shirt off... and that's when I saw it--
Fur. All over my chest--white, smooth hair, reaching down into my pants, and up toward my collarbone. It was spreading, too, and it stunk.
Naturally, I screamed, but she stifled my reaction with another hand-to-my-crotch squeeze, and a finger to my lips...
And oh god, she had a fucking muzzle all of a sudden... black nose, big lips... and she licked me on my face with her tongue, like a dog would!
"Just go along with the vibe, Marcoh." she whispered, through canine teeth. "You'll like it a lot. I promise."
She undid her top, and picked me up... was it me, or had I gotten lighter?
She rubbed her breasts against me, gyrating her waist and shoulders, and throwing her head back. "Cmon, Marcoh, press your body up against mine. That's what you wanted, right?"
I guess I sort of lost myself in the moment, because before I knew it, I had my arms over her shoulders, dancing this bodily dance of thrusting and rubbing, dry humping her through my moist pants... and the music continued...
Ain't got no time or cash to spend--we're just doin' the dog! (woof!)
So raise your tail now, find your friend--let's do the dog! (woof!)
I retracted my hips rapidly, and felt something hard pushing against my pants seat. With a sharp RIP! it rocketed out of my boxers, over the waist of my pants... a tail! A goddamn tail! I was...
I was doing the dog! HELL yes! It felt good...I let my body do what it was good for... let it take control, follow the rhythm of my partner's heart, beating in her chest...
She panted, and I swear to dog, her ears shot up her head in practically an instant, covered in rusty-brown and black fur, poking through her long, straight auburn hair. She had the face of a shetland sheepdog, and dark yellow eyes...she was beating her new tail against my leg...
...and there was something... incredibly hot about how wrong that was. So yeah... I admit it...
I was doin' the dog... (arf!)
We were doin' the dog... (ruff!)
The song's suggestions grew wilder and wilder, as we continued to dance and make passes at one another. She twirled, threw off her shirt to show off her eight small boobies... I began making steps toward her, insistantly hip thrusting and swaggering my shoulders with the beat...
...and I got shorter... she was standing five foot something to my four... but as I shrunk, my arms and torso started filling out with sleek muscles... and finally, I began to let lose my canine nature. Parts of me that were human continued to almost involuntarily resist what I was doing to myself now--my bare, naked fingers on my right hand reached out for the door, my legs tried to take the rest of my doggifying body with them, but my feet, which had sprouted black claw toenails, and leathery pads, wouldn't pick up off the ground, except to dance.
So take your babe under your wing--get to doin' the dog! (woof!)
Now squat down firm and do your thing--you're doin' the dog! (woof!)
A shock shot through my mind, and my body complied before I could reason out what it was saying. I bent my knees and got down, feeling... oh noooo!
And I shit myself. Hard... feeling the muscles undulating, feeling my pants get completely filled with thick coils of hot, squishy dog poop, radiating warmth against my buttcheeks. And I could feel now, my mind was melding together with the dog's, dumped full of dopamine, pleasured to stupidity. It was this song!
I stared in shock at the mirror that ran the length of the room...
My head... oh my god, my hair... it was all gone... and I looked like the Taco Bell mascot after an aerobics course or ten, and a body building class... my face...
I put my hands to the snout... it wasn't a mask, or some trick of the mind--I wasn't taking shrooms--I had a fucking chihuahua's head...scaled to human size. I winced as I passed my fingers over my sensitive whiskers, getting a claustrophobic sensation briefly, before tracing my nose to its wet, cold end...
I was a freak! Who'd... want me now? Oh... shit. She would...
She was savoring what she'd just done, a few feet over from me. I realized, I was as well... panting in content at my relieved bowels. She strode over on all fours, into the bathroom, and I heard a brief click, as she turned off the radio. She came back, her pants sagging, finally dropping off of her from the weight of the crap she'd taken... and...
She was a dog woman, pure and simple, fur covering her entire form, pawed hands and feet, a compact physique...a fluffy long tail...
Why couldn't I stop being turned on? What... oh god, don't tell me...
I pulled down my pants, shit dropping out down my leg, onto the floor with a squishy clump. I wriggled my arm-length tail through my boxers as I discarded them... and saw my cock.
A furry sheathe was rising up it, like an anaconda swallowing its prey. It was attached to my belly, holding my poor member almost parallel with my chest...
I stroked my balls with a leathery, black pad, and winced as I scratched myself. Damn these paws were rough against the grain! I winced, looking at them for a second, shrunken thumbs and all of my fingers clawed and webbed with skin...
And I put them around my sheathe, and started masturbating. She walked around to my side, on hands and haunches--her back legs most transformed, and stood up on me, leaning into my back for support, and drooling on my shoulder as she watched me make the rest of myself into a dog.
I honestly couldn't stop by this point; crapping like that had been the point of no return. I just bent in and kept whacking it, hard as I could without giving myself rugburn from all those tough hairs in my pads. I could see myself in the mirror, bestial, petite, creme-colored, with short fur, and big broad ears. My eyes had gone totally canine--they were buggy, brown, and had red third eyelids beneath.
I whimpered, panted, and said goodbye to my manhood, looking down as the sheathe slipped over and closed its little black Y shaped lips overtop my piss slit...
She scrambled down off me, rubbing her flank against me, and wagging her tail... and then flagged it aside, to reveal her big black cupcake of a vulva for me...
...and was that... holy shit, was that beef stew she'd left cooking in the kitchen? Had this bitch thought of everything?!
I bent down on my knees and started gently stroking, but I wasn't getting anywhere... so I sniffed her crotch... and that got me worked up.
I loosened my abdominal muscles, relaxed... felt my control over my cock, as it slipped from its sheathe and squirted precum...
It was red like a penrose sausage, warm and slick like a bar of soap out of the bathtub...my piss slit had transformed into a pinprick hole on the end of a little curved nozzle, and my head had gone ovular and smooth, almost indistinguishable from the rest of my shaft.
...and I felt the best thing to do with my new junk would be to take aim for her baby-maker, so I climbed up on her flank, got a good grip, and gave it its first live-fire exercise.
"I told you it would get better, Marcoh." she smarmed smugly, as we pumped puppy juices and planned our next little outing in our heads.
So that's how I got to doin' the dog--and that's how we spent the majority of our relationship.
I've gotta say, those toys fit a lot better in these big yaps. I kind of like using my tongue as a whipe, too. Especially when I'm whiping her, and especially when it's her... well...
Better shut up and just be a dog, now, she's flagging her ass for me again. Later!