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GASP: No 18+ Naughty Stuff!?

It was the middle of the year when Richard T. Phillip watched his wife give birth to their first child. He was overjoyed when he first saw his newborn son with already a small tassel of blond looking hair. In fact, the very night DJ was born, he stayed the whole night, watching his son through the nursery window, checking up on his wife every two hours when she wasn't asleep. A man stood next to him at the glass, "Heavy thing to take in at first, huh?"

Richard exhaled deeply with a smile, "Yeah..."

"Ever think about their future yet? What they're going to be like?"

He eyed the man, putting his palm to his chin while nodding his head, "Mm, yeah, a little."

"What do you hope for?"

He actually took some time to consider what the man asked him, "Well...I'd like him to be a good kid. Loving kid...smart kid...obedient...but who wouldn't ask for that huh?" When he turned around, the man was gone. "Wow, what a jerk. Couldn't even wait for me to finish my damn sentence." he said casually.

A decade and a few wonderful years later, DJ Phillip smiled at his parents as he stepped off the big yellow bus. Their bright young son ran at them, his blondish brown hair a mess as usual as he reached out his arms, taking his mom by her side and giving her a big hug, "Gonna wish me a happy birthday now?"

As DJ put his blue and red cap on, his dad pushed down the bill, "Don't be a twerp now..." He then pulled his son to his side, "Happy birthday!"

DJ smiled, always smiling, always seeming happy. "Can I open my presents after doing my homework?" His parents were surprised, like many times, by their very mature son.

Running her fingertips through the hair that poked out of the back of her clever son's hat, his mom said, "You know what, how about for tonight... cake and presents first?" She and her husband hugged as he darted towards their house, "Presents first!"

Later that night, DJ ran into his room, his bangs hanging over his eyes and drenched in sweat and the knees of his jeans covered in grass stains around the holes. Dropping his new glove and baseball on the bed, he placed his bag on his computer desk and took a seat. His green eyes reflected in the monitor as he turned it on. Over his shoulder he heard from his mom, "DJ, no computer games until your homework is done!"

"Yes mom!" Putting his flash drive into the adapter, the folder popped open and he clicked on his English questions the teacher had made for the class. But as soon as he clicked to place the arrow where he was to put an answer, he felt an ache in his fingertips. His breathing slowed just as the door to his room slowly closed.

A distant voice suddenly echoed in his head, "Loving...smart...obedient..."

DJ's eyes lowered as his read the first question, his hand not on the mouse fondling with the string of his hoody. The first question he read appeared in his head as, "What kind of dog do you want to be?" He thought real hard for a second, but couldn't decide, so he went onto the next question.

"Do you want to be a good dog?"

Clicking on the space below the question, he slowly typed in yes.

His head suddenly felt hazy, his fingertips feeling a little numb as he tried to position the mouse beneath the next question. After that, his hand slowly slid off the mouse, falling to his side. Letting off a loud groan, DJ closed his eyes, feeling his ears pop as they slowly shifted to the top of his head. Reaching up he felt along their edges, gasping when he felt a black fur sprout along the cartilage before the tips flopped over his fingers, the black of his fur spreading to his blondish brown hair.

He really wanted to call out for help, but a new thought filled his head as he stumbled out of his desk chair and sat on his bed, "Good dogs don't bark in the house..." Looking down at his hands, his eyes widened as he watched his palms and the very tips of his fingers turn a darker shade before extremely thick black padding sprouted upwards. Feeling a tingling on the bottoms of his feet, he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his sweaty socks, only to see the same had happened to his feet.

DJ's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at the door to his room. He really wanted to call out for his mom, but was forced to remind himself again, "Good dogs don't bark in the house unless there's an intruder..." Panting, he suddenly felt nervous, falling off the bed, falling on all fours, "Good dogs don't jump up on the bed!" There was a pins and needles feeling running along his stomach so he lifted up his shirts. Gasping in surprise, he reached down to rub over his cream colored skin, only promoting the growth of patches of white fur which spread all the way to his neck and up the center of his face. Whimpering, he stopped when he felt four little lumps growing along his belly, feeling the nubs of flesh on either side of his chest slowly shrinking.

He wanted to scream, but he shouted in his head, "Good dogs don't bark in the house!" Falling to all fours again, he whimpered as there was a loud cracking in his legs, followed by a sharp pop! DJ panted as his legs painfully ached, his heels slowly pulling away from his padded feet, thin patches of tan colored fur sprouting from knees down. He closed his eyes, patches of brown fur sprouting along his cheeks and brows while black patches formed a little mask around his eyes.

As his spine readjusted, DJ was forced to collapse as it straightened. It straightened and straightened until...he could hear a light tapping against his bed behind him. Grunting and panting with remainder of his human sweat settling on his furry forehead, the shifting boy looked back to see a swinging appendage waving back and forth. He quickly recognized his new tail as the black fur spread up it, ending it a little white tassel.

He gave off a dog like whimper, feeling his arms and legs popping, his fingers and toes shrinking, coming closer as his thumbs readjusted, shifting to the back of his new, smaller limbs. DJ started to pant because he could no longer sweat, his pale nose slowly turning dark and darker until it shifted towards his top lip. Raising his paw to his face, he whimpered when his face cracked, his teeth turning slightly sharper as his jaw pulled away from his head. As the pain slowly faded away, he licked his lips, feeling them slightly sag as they became short, white jowls. Curiously, he looked between his legs, just in time to see his new white sheath swallowing his small boyhood.

Whimpering, DJ the young mountain dog pup circled around his room, dragging his once human clothes with him. Hurrying over to the door, he gave it a light scratch, but no one answered. His parents were still down stairs. Panting anxiously, he turned to look at the computer...

When Mrs. Phillip opened the door, "DJ, are you ready for bed?" She gasped when she saw the large pup curled up in DJ's clothes. Blinking on the computer screen, with words roughly spaced apart, said, "m...om....i...a...duig..."

It took some time for the Phillip family to adjust to their son being a dog. They had to tell many lies and keep many secrets, but they were willing to do whatever it took to make it work. It actually took DJ some time to finally work out that he wasn't going to be able to use the toilet like he use to, and he had to grow accustom to going outside. He at least stayed away from his mom's flowers whenever he lifted his leg. They still taught him his school work like a human boy, and whenever they could, they'd take him on trips where dogs were allowed in public...

On the night of his fifteenth birthday, DJ gave an excited dog smile when he heard the FWAHP sound of a baseball bat hitting a tennis ball. Taking off on his powerful legs, DJ leaped into the air, easily catching the ball in his long muzzle before falling to the ground. He could have easily landed on his big paws but he preferred to roll each time. As he took the ball to his dad, his father took the ball, "Great catch DJ!" Like always, his dad had to resist petting him on the head... it was SOOOO embarrassing when he forgot! When it got too dark for them to see, DJ was happy to walk over the open the door first, reaching up and pulling down the handle before casually walking in.

It was late when DJ's parents went to bed. Being a dog with really no responsibilities, they didn't mind him staying up a little late to watch the Animal Planet. Eventually when he got tired, he pushed the red button on the remote and trotted off to his doggy bed in his room. Lying on his sweet, squishy bed, he nuzzled his head into it until it was completely comfortable. And then...with a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes.

Licking his lips, DJ started to grunt, stretching out his paws until his fingertips firmly wrapped around his bed. He continued to lick, grunting and murmuring until he no longer slobbered all over the cushioning. Letting out a heavy groan, he stretched his legs, curling his toes, brushing them against the thick carpeting. DJ sighed, reaching up and scratching behind his neck.

..... ...... ..... DJ jumped up! Struggling to walk on his legs, he had to scramble on all fours for a second before standing up on his feet. Rushing into the bathroom, he reached up and flicked on the light to see an athletic looking kid with cream colored skin and messy blondish brown hair staring back at him. He observed himself, touched himself, from his solid four pack to his ripped arms and legs. Standing there naked, he looked from the mirror to the hallway and then back. Inhaling deep he said in a deep tone, "ROOR ROOR ROOR!" Blinking, he figured he would wait another minute before trying to call for his parents again.

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