Must Love Dogs
Jeff had decided to sleep in, and only managed to roll out of bed at around noon when the sun was shining through his window and into his face and refused to let him get any more sleep. Sitting up in bed, he stretched himself and scratched his chest, before standing and heading out of his room. There was the smell of French Toast, and in the kitchen, he found his boyfriend, Walter, cooking. Jeff took a set at the table, and set his head down, actually tempted to doze off right here, but Walter soon slammed a plate down before him, making him jump.
"Fuck, you are lazy."
"Triple shift on tech support..." Jeff muttered. "No company should ever offer a warranty. You offer a warranty; people figure its carte blanche to do whatever dumb shit they want to do. 'I can hide my porn in my computer's mainframe. The wife will never figure it out. And if I end up destroying the computer, tech support will fix it!' He actually put the fucking rolled up magazine in his fucking computer, broke open the frame and shoved it right in."
"Quit bitching and eat your French toast," Walter said softly. Then, remembering something headed for the refrigerator. "You don't get to complain now, having a whole week off now. What do you plan to do?"
"Sleep, a lot."
Walter placed a glass of orange juice on the table, next to the French toast. "You should be more active. Go to the park. Run around."
Jeff glared at his roommate, but began to eat, as well as gulping down the orange juice. He was hungrier than he thought, and ate with several heavy bites and gulps, which for some reason made Walter smile quite a bit.
He finished, and began to rub his tummy softly. Perhaps he had eaten just a bit too quickly, but it felt like there was something bubbling up inside him, something odd, and he belched rather loudly, though tried to cover his mouth. His skin started to itch slightly, and no matter how much he scratched it actually grew worse. He glared over at Walter, who was still smiling ear to ear. "Oh you son of a bitch, you didn't..."
"Well, you have got a week off..."
Jeff threw himself out of the chair, trying to dash around the table so he could reach Walter, but he tripped over his feet and hit the ground hard, his chest suddenly aching from the impact. He looked down over his body and down to his feet, to see that they had started to contract and reform. The bones of his legs pulled shorter, causing no end to the dull pain that assured him it was here to stay. His toes pulled in, the nails growing out and turning back as he started to reshape and change.
"You fucking son of a ritch! You rucking raff rah!"
Walter's laughter echoed through the small kitchen as he walked around the table and squatted down before Jeff, who was now lying on his side, staring at his hands and arms that were quickly shrinking and reshaping. Oddly enough, the pain was never overwhelming. Oh, the first time they had done this, he had been screaming and writhing on the floor, but he had grown accustomed to it with each subsequent transformation. There was still pain of course. Feeling your tail bone extend out of your hips was the worse (he gave a sudden growl and whimper as he rolled onto his belly, and felt a pressing on his lower spine). But Jeff was used to pain, and could deal with it. He was growling and snapping at Walter more from the anger that he was again being transformed than anything else. Walter always said they would take turns with this. They never did.
He barked loudly as his tail bone pushed out bit by bit, the skins aching from both the stretching, as well as the thousands of pin pricks as a layer of fur in various shades began to pop up. His second bark was almost completely canine. The vocal cords always changed first, after all. His mouth was starting to ache, as the muzzle began to protrude, and his teeth fell out, replaced with sharper ones. His ears, shaped and pointed, were now much more acute, and all he could hear was the laughter of the Walter, who couldn't keep his giggles and laughs under control.
At last, the pain came to a stop. Jeff rolled onto all fours with familiar ease, and shook as if his new furry coat was wet. He shook more and more, and then when the hand of Walter came down, he gave a growl and backed away. "Hey, there will be none of that, Mr. Doggy. You want to see how you look?"
Walter took a mirror off the table and squatted down level with the dog, before lifting it, revealing the reflection of a rather handsome German shepherd, pink tongue out and panting, warm breath fogging the mirror. Jeff closed his mouth, realizing what he was doing, and looked up at Walter. As Walter's hand came down, Jeff didn't growl, and allowed himself to be petted and scratched and stroked. "That's a good, Mr. Doggy. How about I cook you a nice steak for lunch?"
Jeff started panting again, although this time he didn't mind.
Although Jeff didn't like being transformed without his permission, he loved being transformed in and of itself. He loved walking on four legs. He loved how scents and smells, especially those of his boyfriend, were so much stronger. The nights spent with him, snuggling and licking and nuzzling, acting more like a dog than a partner, though Jeff really didn't care. It had been a long couple days at work. He was only concerned with enjoying himself for the time being.
And enjoy he did. Even though he was the pet, Walter waited on him hand and foot. He cooked for him; he brushed him, bathed him, kept him close as they snuggled long into the night, and always let him go first in their intimate games.
Then, on the third day into the week, Jeff woke from a long sleep to the phone ringing. He didn't like phones, with his new, sensitive ears, and he was bothered enough to roll onto his four paws and hop off the bed he had been sleeping in. Walter wasn't here. He gave a little whimper and headed out of the room, at last finding Walter in the kitchen. He had been cooking eggs, but was now on the phone. Without a word, he hung the phone up, and then furiously typed in a new number.
"Andy, its Wally. I need you to come over and take care of my dog... Yes, I have a dog. It's a German shepherd. Don't worry, he's super nice. My dad's in the hospital, he fell. I just... can you please come over... Thanks."
Walter slowly lowered onto the floor. Jeff, tail tucked, had been watching and waiting nervously, but Walter gestured for the dog to come closer, and gave Jeff a couple heavy scratches when he was near enough. "Jeff," he said. That's how he knew Walter was serious, the role-play was over. He sat down and closed his mouth from panting, and watched, big amber eyes focused intently. "My dad... you know he had the surgery on his knees a month ago, right?"
The German shepherd nodded, though the question was most likely rhetorical.
"He was working at the hardware store, and he fell. He was working at the counter, and his foot got caught in the wires or something. I've gotta go see him. You know how mom gets. I called Andy; she'll take care of you, alright? I'll leave her a note explaining when to feed you. I'm not telling her about... uhm... well; just act like a dog, alright." He dipped his head, and softly kissed the German shepherd on the furry crown. "I love you Jeff. I'll be back soon. I promise. I'm sorry about all this. First thing I'll do when I get back is work on an antidote for the transformations so you won't have to wait a week for it to wear off. I promise. But now, I have to go."
Jeff walked him to the door. He was frustrated, and sad, and annoyed. He was angry that his mate was worried and now he couldn't do anything to help him. He was his boyfriend after all. He should be there to support him, to drive him to the hospital and walk him into his father's room. But he couldn't...
"It's alright," Walter promised. He squatted down before the dog and once more kissed his crown. "Jeff, it's alright. I promise. I'm going to come back soon, I promise. And I'll call the house and tell you what's going on. I shouldn't be long though. You know my dad." Standing, and turning on his heels, he headed out, and closed the door behind him. Jeff walked to the window and watched as he got into the car parked on the curb and drove off. And then, lacking anything to do, anyone to interact with, he simply curled up in Walter's favorite chair.
He must have dozed off, because suddenly his ears perked, as tumblers in the door fell into place, and the doorknob of the front door turned. With a growl, Jeff got to all four paws and walked to the door, then sat down and waited. Some part of him hoped it was Walter that would appear in the threshold, to tell him that his dad's fall hadn't been bad at all, that his hypochondriac mother had overreacted (it wouldn't be the first time, to be honest).
Instead, there was a woman. Blonde hair stretched down to her shoulder blades, worn tangled and uncombed, spilling over the front of her chest as well as down her back. Decent figure, certainly nothing stunning, but she had C-cups that seemed willing to spill out of her tube top at any moment. That certainly didn't hurt matters. She opened the door, and smiled when she made eye contact with the German shepherd. "Hey there, Doggy." She stepped inside, though Jeff backed away, tail tucked, feeling nervous. "It's alright, big guy. My name is Andy. Wally asked if I could come by and take care of you. He had some sort of family emergency. And your name is... What is your name? Wally never mentioned it. I guess he was in a bit of a rush. No big deal. I'll just call you Doggy."
When she squatted down, so she would be at a better level with the dog, Jeff was treated to a stunning view of the hem of her jeans, and the curve of her crotch, the slight lump pressed against the tightened fabric as her legs spread apart. She scratched him behind the ear, and then under the chin, which made his tail wag slowly side to side.
A few minutes later, she had changed his water bowl and filled his food bowl with dry food. The directions that Walter had managed to scribble said she could cook for the dog if she wanted to, but he would be fine with dry food until he got back. Jeff simply sat a couple feet away, watching her, curious about her. She was pretty. Not stunningly beautiful, as he had first thought, but she had a very pleasing face and shape, something that he could look at all day and not get bored with. She noticed he was staring, and walked over. Once more he was treated to the curve of her groin, and then looking up slightly he saw the pocket of her two breasts, squeezed together from how tight her tube top was. "You're very handsome," she said. "When Willy asked if I could watch his dog, I was nervous. I was afraid he would have some hairless Chihuahua. You know. Because he's gay. But no. He's got a nice big doggy. Nice big handsome dog. Roll over."
Jeff growled softly, and did as he was asked. On her hands and knees, Andy crawled to the dog's side, and reached forward, pressing into his warm under belly. As a dog, Jeff was a bit squishier than he was as a human, with a pudgy belly that was so much fun to rub. Andy did just that, pressing into his chubbiness and then scratching, working her nails under the fur so she could reach the skin and give him a pleasant relief to an itch he didn't realize he had.
"Yeah, you're a big, handsome doggy, aren't you?"
Jeff whined and nodded his head, though Andy probably assumed that was just a reaction to the scratching. The scratching itself was blissful. Walter didn't often give Jeff belly rubs. Their games were more slave/master type things, with Jeff of course always ending up wearing a leash. But Andy was different. She was sweet, and tender, her nails digging through his fur to scratch his underside, her fingers inching down to his sheath and giving it a soft squeeze.
Jeff did not immediately react to the fingers on the base of his sheath, and then a soft pinch at his testicles. He let out a low growl, legs in the air and toes flexing softly, as Andy continued to rub his belly with one hand, and squeeze at his groin with the other. But soon enough, both hands had strayed down between his legs, as his erection began to peek and poke out of the lips of his tight sheath.
The musky smell was warm and sweet, and Andy found herself giggling and flustered and feeling oddly hot, despite how few clothes she was wearing. Slipping a finger into his sheath, so he could feel the soft skin and the tight embrace of the housing, it was warm and slightly moist. Nervously she looked about, scanning the room just in case someone had somehow snuck in and was watching her, but the blinds on the windows were down and there was no one nearby. She leaned her head slowly and soft kissed at the warm slit of the dog's erection, and then gave it a tentative lick.
Jeff whined suddenly, and growled, and Andy quickly reached for his chin and softly scratched under it. "Sorry," she said quickly. "Sorry. I... well; I do like dogs, like I said. I... wow... uhm... Sometimes I get a bit carried away. Doesn't help that my boyfriend... well, Walter's lucky. The way he talks about Jeff, he's got the love of his life. I wonder where he is, why he couldn't take care of you. Probably already at the hospital."
She shrugged, now bored with pondering about things that weren't really important. She leaned down and softly kissed the dog on the nose, before standing. "I'll give you some steak for dinner, alright Doggy?" And she turned, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Jeff on his back, still reveling in the bliss of a tummy rub.
Eventually, he managed to roll back onto his feet, and sniffing the air, headed off to the bedroom in the back of the house. His large pads were mostly silent as they touched down upon the floor. His claws didn't even scrape. For whatever reason he never grew long, sharp claws when he transformed. The door to the bedroom was open a jar. He nudged it slowly, gently, with his head, and then when he could he peeked into the room.
Andy was in a state of undress. Her tube top had been pulled off; her large breasts left to hang heavy down her chest. Her pants were on, but unbuttoned, and one of her hands had slipped under her pants and drifted down between her legs. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed and a pleased smile spread across her face. She giggled every now and then, other than that there were constant pleasurable moans and gasps that slipped from her plump lips. And the smell... the wonderful scent that was drifting through the air. It tickled at the dog's nostrils, his wet nose quivering as his tail wagged something fierce.
He knew that it was wrong to stare... Even if his shape was different, he had his mind and all his senses, and it wasn't good to... to stare, tongue out, drips of drool splashing onto the ground.
Andy's eyes happened to open, and she saw the brown and black face of the dog, the pink tongue dangling from his black lips as he panted and whined. Meeting her gaze, he suddenly felt horrid, and tried to back away, but Andy called for him.
"No, no, Doggy. Come in here."
Jeff pushed the door open with head and walked inside. He went straight to the bed, and leapt on. The bed was a queen sized, enough for Jeff and Walter to share every night, so of course there was enough room for Andy and the dog. She blushed slightly, staring at him, and moved her hands down to button her pants. "I... wow, I feel silly. I was just... if Walter found out that a girl was in his bed... Hey, get away from there."
She placed a firm hand on the dog's head, trying to push his wet, quivering snout from her groin, but he actually pushed harder into the hem of her jeans, sniffing deep, tail wagging. Given his size, he was extremely strong, and without any difficulty he kept his head exactly where he wanted it, despite her resistance. At last, she did manage to push his head aside, and scoot back, but the dog was already upon her. He was leaning close, and leaned forward to softly nuzzle and lick at her face, which made her giggle and put her at ease. But quickly, his nose had drifted down her chest and to her two plump breasts, first finding the right's erect nipple. He sniffed it, the scent a mix of milk and clean skin, both of which made him shiver.
For Andy, the wet nose on her breast felt oddly pleasant, and she didn't immediately push the doggy away. The tickle of the nose was pleasant for her, and when the warm, thick tongue brushed over her tit, she shivered and gasped, and out of instinct pushed the dog away, using all her strength. He was strong though, fighting her at every moment, desperate to taste her.
"Alright," she said quickly. "Alright... uhm... You're not going to tell Jeff or Walter, right?" She reached forward, and helped the German shepherd to lift his head, up and down. She smiled. "Good Doggy. Uhm... Now..."
She had never gotten around to rebuttoning her pants, so hooking her fingers into her pants; she wiggled and squirmed her way out of them, both her jeans and panties at once. The scent, as the panties peeled down and her pubic fur was free to breathe, was overwhelming for Jeff's canine nose. Before she had even managed to pull her pants off, his face was buried in her groin, taking deep breathes of the musky aroma.
Andy stared, as the furry head pressed between her thick thighs. His furry cheeks tickled her legs, and made her wiggle and squirm slightly, but mostly there was just the pleasure of the wetness pressed against her warm folds, and... his tongue as it touched her. She wiggled on her rump side to side, and then once more pushed the dog's head away. She took a moment to catch her breath, and then allowed him to get to work once more.
His warm tongue started at the lowest reaches of her nethers, and then slid up the warm folds, almost until he was touching her navel. She had to giggle at that, as Jeff nuzzled and licked at her tight tummy, before once more moving down to her nethers. His tongue was large and thick, covered in sweet little bumps that tickled her as it slowly moved up and down. He was wonderful at this. She mused that he must have had a lot of practice on himself, and she tilted her head back, simply enjoying the stroking.
But she sat up suddenly when he plunged his snout and his tongue forward, into her gripping folds, and she found her breath catching in her throat. The cool, wet, black nose, the protruding whiskers and fine fur over his long muzzle, and of course his tongue that could touch her so deep... A moment later, she was back on the bed, laying flat, wiggling and squirming as the tongue continued to explore. He prodded inside her, tasting every inch of her warm folds and the sweet, creamy flavor that she was now excreting.
It was blissful for Jeff, whose canine tongue was much more sensitive to the various flavors. And the smells, the scents that all tickled his olfactory sense. He was so familiar with the scents of males, and he adored them. He adored Walter, and the thickness of his musk. But sometimes he desired something different. Something sweeter, and fuller. Something that he could close his eyes and breathe in, savor every unique tickle and touch.
At last he pulled back so he could breathe. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his black nose actually moist from the sweet nectar between Andy's legs, making every breath he took intoxicating. Evidence of this, was the pink erection that was now poking out from between his furry thighs, and still growing. It was true that his human mind remained dominant, even after a transformation, but he would be lying if he said certain... baser instincts didn't become a bit louder in his mind. It had been so long since he had been with a woman. He had forgotten the scents, the warmth...
Andy opened her eyes when the sensations of the tongue had left her. She looked into the dog's big, amber eyes, and the pink tongue that was out of its mouth, panting. She watched as the great mass of dog padded closer. For his part, his large paws avoided stepping directly onto her skin, where the pressure may have hurt her. His forelegs moved to her sides, and then his rear paws took residence just before her spread legs. His rear end lowered slowly, and then she felt a sudden touch of warmth against her nethers. Different than his tongue, his penis was larger and thicker and warmer, but lacked any moisture, which meant it was more difficult pushing inside. She was wet already, but it was still a little painful, and she tried to push the dog away, but his girth prevented him from budging.
His instincts wanted to be inside her, before his knot swelled too much. And so, he pushed himself slowly and steadily, his crimson erection sliding into the lubricated cavern. Although a dog, his erection maintained its significant size in this form and in an instant Andy was wiggling and gasping for air as the great animal above her began to take her. She wrapped her arms around his massive torso and began to hug.
Jeff's only thought was pushing deeper into his mate. He did so by weighing his hips down, sometimes in sync with the fluttering muscles of her folds, other times simply pressing hard and against her. But it soon became necessary to hump, gentle and rhythmic at first, but then furious and hard. The bed whined beneath them, and Andy began to pant and groan as the girth slammed into her with quick, rhythmic thrusts. She hissed, wiggled and pushed, but the dog was too strong, and kept slamming against her thighs, driving himself deeper until a pair of protruding, furry orbs managed to slip inside of her warmth.
In that instant, Jeff entered an entirely new state of bliss. Something about knotting inside a mate was what he craved, and was calming and blissful for him. Andy too, set her head down, now that she was no longer being rammed by the animal, it was actually a wonderful girth inside her. She closed her legs carefully, allowing her walls to grip and clamp on the girth harder, and god it was blissful. Even the two furry orbs somehow added another level to this. Not just the added bulk that tickled her, but the knowledge of what the two orbs were, that she was knotted to this creature, unable to move even if she wanted to. That he was fucking her, and there was not one thing she could do to stop him.
Jeff pushed down just a bit harder. He rested on her, folding his four legs, and pushing his girth just a bit more. He could feel the warmth of her folds against his pubic fur, and she could feel as his erection began to grow fatter and fuller, fill with seed, and then suddenly flood her with warm cream. She gasped at that, burying her face in the dog's furry neck and moaning loudly, as the dog pushed harder into her, his massive erection throbbing and pumping seed into her, sending waves of bliss through her with each spurt. Her toes curled in and she gasped and groaned into the dog's furry neck, as his furry balls contracted and he released more and more.
At last, she could close her eyes and lay down, feeling the spurts had subsided, but the dog was making no effort to pull out of her. She didn't mind. He was sunk deep inside, and she felt an odd, pleasantly full sensation. She wrapped her arms around the thick dog once more, this time just managing to touch the fingers on her other hand. She locked them as best she could, hugging him close to her warmth. He was warm too, and his soft fur felt absolutely delightful against her bare body.
Jeff growled gently, shifting softly, but he felt a painful tug on his penis so he didn't dare move. He was knotted deep into her, and he was happy to lie here, breathing in her scent, reveling in her warmth, and sure that his mate would not leave him until he was good and ready.
But still he craved more. More sex meant survival of the species, and his animal instincts were already craving another round with the woman before him. Walter would be home in a few days after all, and Jeff wanted to make the most out of every moment he could.