There's A Dog Cock in My Pants!
There's a Dog Cock in My Pants! A Tale of Transformat...
There's a Dog Cock in My Pants! A Tale of Transformation
Foreword: This silly story is VERY loosely based on people and events I know. To my knowledge, unfortunately, the transformation aspects of it haven't actually happened. >8=:) Oh well. Anyhow, I haven't posted a story for a very long time. If this one holds any interest, I will continue. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: An Introduction
Hey there. My name is Mike Barrington. I would like to tell you about some amazing things that happened to me recently. They are so fantastic I still have a hard time believing that they did in fact happen. Well, here goes. It seems to me just about everyone at one time or another in their lives fantasizes about being something other than themselves. You know, like turning into an animal or something. Well, I actually witnessed that very thing happen to somebody with my own eyes. I watched one of my best friends turn into a dog. No shit! Not just any dog mind you, but the most beautiful, muscular German Shepherd you ever saw. The change didn't happen in an instant. He didn't just get down on all fours and transform like some lame morphing effect in a bad movie. No, it gradually took place over the course of a day. So gradually that I didnt even realize what was happening at first. Of course, I was freaked out when it finally sunk in what was going on. But that feeling quickly changed into the most erotic one that I've ever experienced. And then when that dog, that dog who had been human earlier in the day, that dog who was my friend, came up to me and let me touch him and pet him and stroke his furry sheath and balls, well, I almost blew my wad in my jeans. And when that wet, red cock dropped out of its sheath again and started dripping pre cum, I did get my jeans very wet. When I say, 'again', I mean that I had seen that dog cock before. My friend's penis turned into a dog cock first. The rest of his body changed later on. It was indescribable. He was still a handsome, muscular young human stud but where his big uncut cock should have been there now was a tan fur covered sheath and big black furry balls. He had a dog cock. He had a fuckin' dogs cock in his pants! But hey now, I'm really getting ahead of myself here. Let's turn back the clock a bit so I can give you some perspective
If Im going to start at the beginning of this tale, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm a pretty good-looking guy, I guess. I just turned 35 last month. I'm 6'3", weigh about 250 pounds and am very muscular, although I do admit that I have packed on a little bit of a gut. I keep my blonde hair and mustache trimmed very short and neat. You have to when you're a cop, like me. My skin is fair with light freckles on my arms. I guess the freckles come from being out in the sun a lot. All of my body hair is really light, but the sun has bleached the hair on my arms almost white. I wish I could get rid of this farmer's tan, but I guess it wouldn't fly to have a cop walking around without his shirt on while on duty. What else... I really like my eyes if I do say so. They are big and bright blue and the little crow's feet around them make me look friendly and approachable (which I am). My face is a bit ruddy, especially when I'm embarrassed or after I work out. I guess I look pretty typical for the son of German and Scottish parents. I'm just a big, blonde, muscle bound duffus with a pretty big uncut cock. I am really glad I'm uncut. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I think cut cocks are ugly. I just really love playing with and stretching my foreskin. My skin is so soft and sensitive and really feels good when I jerk off. It must cut down on your pleasure if you don't have all of that extra skin. Sorry, I'm digressing here. Let's see... I am not completely unfortunate looking, if truth be told. Ive never had a lack of people interested in me, both women and men. I've only had one girlfriend and that was short lived. I am just too into to my work to make a serious commitment. Ive had sex with men and women so I guess that makes me bi. I've been living with three male roommates for the past two years. They all are fellow police officers and are very handsome. I have fooled around with all of them and once did two at the same time. But those encounters didn't happen often and they were a long time ago (usually after a lot of drinking which helped to justify, in their minds at least, why they happened at all). They all have girlfriends and I guess that is where their true interest lies. I would never kiss and tell about my fellow officers. Not even with someone who I know plays the field too. We just look out for each other like that. This kind of stuff happens much more often than you would think. Boys will be boys I guess. I think that everybody has those feelings even if they won't admit it to themselves. I just try to be at peace with myself and let things happen naturally. But as much as I try to be laid back about it, I really am quite shy. I don't hook up with people often and prefer hanging out with my friends when Im not working. I didn't have my first sexual experience until I was in college. That was with a girl and it was a disaster. I connected with a guy several years after that and it was much easier. Guess I'm still trying to work this all out. Who knows, maybe I'll end up with a guy fulltime one day. I just know that I want to be in love whether it's with a man or a woman. Anyhow, for now I do know that I love my friends and family and always look out for others, no matter who they are. I guess it was meant to be that I became a cop and I really do try to be a good one.
So let me address my being a cop for second. That in and of itself really doesn't have much to do with this story but it was in the course of doing my job that I discovered I am attracted to animals sexually. Man, you must really think I'm out there now! Anyhow, it's true. So maybe it's worth taking time to tell you a little more about my past before we get to the real subject at hand.
After five of years on the force, I transferred to the metro division. Metro is the division of the department that contains all of the elite units like SWAT, the bomb squad, K9 and the mounted horse patrol units. Growing up in the city, I was never allowed to have any large pets. I had a snake and a turtle as a kid but I always wanted a dog. I did learn how to ride a horse while I was in college and really enjoyed it, but of course never had one of my own. Therefore, I was really hoping to be assigned to one of the animal squads. My wish came true when I was assigned to the K9 unit. The initial eight-week training course seemed to fly by overnight. It was so cool to learn new law enforcement techniques and to work with all of those beautiful dogs. There were plenty of German Shepherds of course, but I was surprised to see there were other breeds as well. There were several Labs, Dobermans and Rottweilers. While in training, I was not allowed to take a dog home with me. Only guys who had completed the training and looked like they were going to work out were assigned a K9 cop of their own. I knew I had a knack for this and asked my lieutenant if I could have a dog of my own. He told me that he was impressed with the work I had done so far and that he had a special challenge for me. It seemed there was a new dog that had arrived from another department. The dog's name was Buster and he was a German Shepherd. He had been a K9 cop for over eight years. Sadly, his human partner recently died in the line of duty. After that loss, Buster slipped into a depression. He lost his appetite and began to lose body condition. Eventually he refused to work and none of the officers at his old department could bring him out of his funk. Our lieutenant was friends with Buster's lieutenant and they talked about his condition. They decided that a change of scene would be good for Buster while he worked through his grief. Therefore, he was transferred over to our unit. It was hoped that the new environment and meeting different dogs and people would help cheer him up. Buster's story really choked me up. I tried to hold back the tears but I could not manage it. I felt one squeeze out of my eye and quickly wiped it away. My lieutenant patted me on the shoulder and said he understood how I felt. He placed a photograph in my hand before he walked away. After choking back a few more tears, I looked at the picture. It was of a handsome dark haired officer in full dress uniform. Sitting beside him was a magnificent German Shepherd. Both the man and the dog had pride and strength shining in their eyes. Embossed in the border of the image were the words 'Officer Carlton and his partner Buster'. I couldnt have felt worse.
Later that afternoon I went to the kennel to meet Buster for the first time. The kennel was large and it was full of many dogs that day because a detail was going out in the evening. A cadet was maintaining the facility and I told him why I was there. The cadet told me to follow him and said that he was glad someone had come to see Buster because he couldn't get the dog to warm up to him. Inside the run was a sad, skinny dog that looked nothing like the image I had seen in the picture. I knelt down and patted him on the head. Buster looked up at me and wagged his tail slowly. The cadet said that was more than he had gotten out of him all day long. I clipped a leash to his collar and led him out of the kennel into the warm sunny day. We sat under the shade of a tree on the grass of the large training field where the dogs and the officers practiced. I stroked his head and ears and massaged his back from his shoulders all the way down to his tail. Passersby stopped to talk and pet him as well. He hardly seemed to notice or care. After a while, I packed him up in my car along with all of the supplies I would need to take care of him. When we got home, I let him out into the yard. To my surprise, he immediately perked up. Maybe it was simply the fact that he was away from the institution like atmosphere of the police department. At any rate, he spent several minutes investigating the yard and of course eventually did his business. After that was taken care of, we unloaded the car and brought everything inside including a nice new dog bed. I placed the fluffy bed at the foot of my own and not much to my surprise Buster ignored it and promptly jumped up onto my bed. I didnt have the heart to scold him and in only a few minutes, he was sound asleep. I guess he still wasnt hungry. As the night drew on, I realized that I was getting tired myself. The lieutenant had given me a few days off so we didn't need to be back to the station until after the weekend. Buster was still asleep when I entered the room but he must have stirred at some point because all of the covers were torn back and he was snuggled underneath them. I just decided to get into the bed with him. I slipped into bed naked, as was my custom. I layed on my back and let out a heavy sigh and immediately I felt movement under the covers next to me. I turned towards Buster and I was rewarded with a cold nose in my side. I chuckled, grabbed him, and pulled him close to me. His soft and warm fur felt so good and he smelled clean. I guess he must have had a bath at the kennel because his fur had a light herbal scent. I rubbed him all over and could feel his long tail thumping against my leg. We both sighed, and holding him close all night, we fell asleep.
In the morning, Buster was eager to go outside to the yard and do his thing. When he came back inside he methodically investigated the whole house as if his handler had given the command to do so. Once he was satisfied, he came into the kitchen where I was preparing breakfast. It seemed that his lack of hunger had worn off in addition to his lack of activity. He barked softly and wagged his tail at me. I offered him a large bowl of dog kibble that he gladly accepted. The dog food looked a little plain to me so I offered him a little of my scrambled eggs as well. We happily spent the rest of the day walking around the neighborhood enjoying the outdoors. We started with Buster on a leash but after awhile I took it off and we started to run through a few simple commands. This guy was amazing. All of the dogs I had worked with at the unit were smart and well trained but Buster put them all to shame. For the rest of the day he walked with me off leash and never once strayed from my side. We ended the day at the beach and met up with some of my friends down there. They all paid lots of attention to Buster who by now seemed to have completely forgotten his blues.
The next few days passed much like the last and we filled the time with lots of time outside and quiet moments to bond. Late on the last day of our long weekend, we were tired and dirty from a hike. When we got home, I immediately went to the shower and it just seemed natural to let Buster come in with me. I rinsed off quickly and washed with a mild soap. I washed Buster from head to toe and used a little soap on him as well. While we were doing our final rinse, Buster began to lick my leg. I thought maybe he was thirsty and turned the water down to a gentle trickle so he could get a drink. He ignored the water and continued to lick my leg. I looked down at him watching his big mouth and tongue do its work. He seemed to be doing it with such intent that I wondered if he and Carlton had not done this very thing. It was a little weird to allow him to lick me like that, but to tell the truth, I didn't want him to stop. I scratched him behind the ears as he licked. This seemed to encourage him and he began to lick under my low hanging balls. Well of course, after several seconds of this, my dick began to plump and my cock head peaked out of my foreskin. I peeked down at Buster and notice that his own cock was out of his sheath in all of its glory. I don't know how long this went on but it was longer than just a moment. I mean before this, I would have socked somebody in the face at the mere mention of sex with animals. Despite my past feeling on the subject, there was a fact I couldn't deny. This felt good. Nonetheless, I brought myself to my senses, turned off the water and got out of the shower. I began to towel off and hoped my hard on would go away. Buster got out and happily shook the water out of his coat. I laughed at the spray of water and toweled him dry as best I could. My mind began to calm down after that. I thought it was just one of those things. I told myself that Buster could not have known what he was doing. But part of me hoped that he did.
The next few months were busy and full of work and achievement. Buster's health and condition were better than ever. I was so proud of my strong, handsome guy. I was the envy of the other officers and they all bemoaned that they wished they had my awesome dog. I just smiled because I knew how right they were. Buster was always friendly with the other officers and their dogs but there was no way not to notice the love and devotion he had for me. It was obvious to all that we had something special and we worked together in ways that none of the other teams could match. Buster and I excelled at all of the tasks that were set to us. We worked long, hard hours and loved it. We were involved in many details, helped to prevent a lot of crime, and participated in many dangerous incidents. We had become such a tight working unit that we were asked to join the training cadre by the lieutenant. We helped to train many new officers and their dogs. It really was a rewarding time in my life and my love for Buster grew beyond what words can describe. At home, he was my constant friend. The dog bed that I brought home with Buster on his first day had been donated to the animal shelter long ago. He slept in my bed with me every night and he always let me hold him close. I never minded the times when his coat would shed. It was just part of life with a big, strong, hairy dog. He loved it when I brushed and groomed him. Buster often got hard during his brushing and over time I got used to seeing his sheath plump and his moist cock poke out of it. When I would see it, I would think about that time in the shower and slowly admitted to myself that I wanted to be intimate with him. I began to touch his cock or gently squeeze his furry balls and he always acted as if he enjoyed it, making soft sounds the whole time I touched them for him. I told him he was good and that I loved him. He would lick my face and smile in that canine way with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. As I continue to get more comfortable, I began to spend more and more time around Buster naked. It started out with grooming sessions and showers but eventually I would go naked around the house just because I liked to. To my secret delight, Buster began to lick me again one day. I half-heartedly discouraged it at first but eventually just went with it. This soon became a regular thing for us. It would start with me petting him, getting him hard, and stroking his red cock. He would begin to thrust into my fist and almost immediately, he would squirt clear drops of pre cum on my hand. I would begin to stroke my own cock and would use Buster's pre as lube. At times, I felt dirty and ashamed but I put those feelings aside. This was just too much fun and felt so good. For a while, I would not let myself cum with Buster and would finish jacking off in the bathroom in private, but eventually this stopped as well. One time after I had been stroking him for a while and had been working plenty of his cum into my cock, I lay back on the floor and continued stroking. I let go of Buster's cock and he immediately went for my cock and began to lick it with his broad, rough tongue. I gasped at the sensation and blew my load immediately. Buster of course, having none of my inhibitions, lapped up my cum and licked my rod clean. My mind was a blur and I was seeing stars. I sat up, hugged him close, and let him lick me all over the face. He really seemed happy and his tail was wagging wildly. As I began to rise and tried to stand up Buster head butted me and I fell over onto my hands and knees. In a flash Buster was on top of me. He gripped me firmly about the waist with his front paws and licked the back of my neck. I did not even try to stop him. He began to thrust his hips and I could feel his wet cock hitting my hairy ass cheeks and sliding up and down my crack. I let him go on like that for a few minutes and after what seemed like a short while, he slid off me. My ass crack and cheeks were wet with his juices but I doubt that he had finished. Nonetheless, he seemed tired and happy and went about licking his own cock clean. After I cleaned us up with a damp towel, we went to bed and peacefully snuggled. Romps like this became our routine several times a week. We both were happy and that was all that mattered. Eventually the look and feel of Busters cock became very appealing to me. I had already begun to lick his pre off my fingers when I jacked him off and it tasted delicious. The next time we played around instead of letting him dry hump me I laid him on his back and started rubbing his warm, red dick on my cheek. I could feel the sticky cum on my face as he shot and could smell its pungent scent. I took a deep breath and gingerly licked the tip of his cock. He shot a spray of salty sweet liquid into my mouth. It tasted much better than the stuff I had been licking cold off my hand. I sucked his cock like crazy, and tons of dog cum was my reward. I pushed my mouth down to the hilt of his cock and tried to wiggle my tongue into his sheath, attempting to drink his cum all the while. As I sucked, I could feel a swelling inside of his sheath and before too long his bulging knot popped out of it. I set to work kissing and licking all over that as well. Buster laid there the whole time with his legs spread wide and his tail happily thumping. While I was working his cock over, I inadvertently let my finger slide down to his asshole and rubbed all around it. Since my finger was slick with cum it slid right in and Buster let out a deep grumbling sigh. I smiled in spite of myself and thought about what a spectacle I must look like. In no time at all, I became very tired and my jaw locked up. Buster smiled at me and sensed that we were finished. He began to lick himself clean as he always did after sex. I knelt down and kissed him on the nose and he licked my face clean of his mess. I sucked his cock regularly after that and of course continued to let him lick mine. God I loved it when he did that! Buster always pleased me and I think I was getting better at pleasing him too. However, I still had limits as to how far I was willing to go. I never let Buster get his cock into my asshole because I was inexperienced and was afraid he would get stuck. By now, I had played with his knot a lot and had seen how large it could get. I was more than a little afraid of how that knot would feel up inside of me. I had only been fucked a couple of times before and my human partners were much smaller than Buster was. But I have to tell you now that I wish I had let him fuck me.
As we all know, when life is good it seems to pass by all too quickly, and before you know it, its time for things to change again. When Buster and I first met, he was eight and I was twenty-five. By this time in my story, I was thirty and he was thirteen. It never occurred to me that Buster was getting old. Buster was retired from the police force when he turned eleven. It was not because he was having any problems it was just policy. Buster had never been sick for as long as I knew him and he only went to the vet for routine checkups. One evening when I returned home from work, Buster did not run to greet me at the door. I thought that maybe he was outside since he had his own dog door and could go out when he wished. After looking around a little for him, I went to the bedroom to change out of my work clothes. There he was lying on our bed. He looked up at me with his big warm eyes and I could tell at once that something was wrong. I sat next to him on the bed and cradled his face in my hands. In the breath of a moment, he let out a sigh and quietly slipped away. I did not even have a second to think about picking him up and carrying him to the car to get help. All I could do was hold him and weep. Lucky for me I had friends coming over to my house that evening for dinner. The front door was still unlocked and they let themselves inside when I did not answer. They found me there with him, sat with me, and comforted me. I do not know which one of them took his body away but I was told later that it was taken care of. I did not sleep at all that night. How could I? I guess it only really hit me then that not only did I love Buster, I was in love with him too. He was my mate and now it was his time to pass on. In the morning, I spoke with the vet. He said that Buster was very healthy but that he had a defect in the wall of his heart that caused it to fail. He said his condition was very hard to detect and that he was sorry that he had not found it sooner. I thanked him and told him it was all right. What more was there to say? Nothing was quite the same after Buster. I had just lost my best friend, my lover and my coworker. I really didn't want to stay with the K9 unit anymore. I had many great friends there who all missed Buster too, but I knew that my time there had passed. I did not want to go out on the streets with another dog and I was getting tired of being an instructor. No, it was time for a new chapter.
Wow. That was supposed to be a "short" recap. Hope you will bear with me, but that is still hard to talk about. I left the K9 unit very close to my 32nd birthday. I had the opportunity to transfer to the mounted horse patrol unit. It had been awhile since I rode a horse but I knew I would be back in the saddle in no time. I know, bad pun. Anyway, I already knew a few of the guys at the mounted unit (and even had fooled around with a few) so the transition there was easy. I didnt know at the time that I would meet two very important men. One would become my friend and the other would become my supervisor. So, at last, I can begin to tell you about the events that lead up to the amazing tale of transformation that I started to tell you about earlier, a story of how my friend got a dog cock and later completely turned into a dog, and how my supervisor was the one who did it to him.