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Making a quick second post before I go anywhere.
Random dog transformation that has a backstory that my be expanded later on. A little taste of it is at the bottom of this paragraph. Hope you like.
Shelia's canine affection around Jordan began to have that familiar effect like before. His hands were becoming heavy and deformed, the tips pinching as dark claws made their way through. His feet throbbed as they lengthened and thickened inside his shoes, forcing him to kick them off hastily before they burst. The shape of his ears lengthened into droopy points, feeling the fur already covering the skin. Pressure formed at his face and below his spine, rubbing his nose as he felt it thicken into a black leathery hide and take the appearance of a canine nose; having to pull down the back of his jeans a bit to let a slithery, wagging tail sprout out from his behind.
"Not again?" Jordan bellowed, spinning around over and over again to confirm the tail, not realizing he was beginning to show the same mannerism of a playful dog like Shelia.
"I would but that collar on now if you don't want people to stare at you bizarrely," Shelia barked, her canine speech still coming through to Jordan's ears as normal words.
"The collar?" Jordan looked down against the tree where he left the 'special' collar Shelia had brought him yesterday. His face scrunched and dissatisfaction. "But I don't want this to go any farther...at least not in the open."
"That's not what the collar does, love," Shelia told him. "You're becoming a dog because that's what you are. Didn't I explain this already?" Shelia began to pant as Jordan gave her a iffy look.
"Well, then, what does it do?"
"Put it on and you'll see. Trust me, you're going to want to have it on before someone see's a half-man, half-dog standing in the middle of the park."
Jordan caved in and did what Shelia asked, hooking the collar around his neck with difficulty due to his misshapen paws. "Ok, now what?"
Shelia gave Jordan the canine equivalent of a sly grin. "Now, I suggest you remove your clothes before anyone see's a dog in human clothing. Otherwise you'll be rising more questions."
"WHAT!?" Jordan cried, unknowing to him that his voice came out as a dog's whine.
"Plus," Shelia continued, "You're going to have an awful time taking off your clothes once you're fully a dog. Don't they bother you already?"
Shelia was right. Despite Jordan not wanting to considering stripping in the middle of a public park, he started to notice how uncomfortably itchy and hot the fabric of his clothes was causing to his skin. Jordan caught his second whine but was increasingly concerned with how anxious he was to let his body breath fresh air.
"I...I can't believe...I want to do this," Jordan huffed from panting maw as he started to undo his jeans. A strange primal surge of relief and pleasure flooded his being the moment his lower body felt the light breeze brush pass his legs. He dropped to his knees and sighed happily as he spread and stretched his legs out, liking the feeling of the moist grass tickling his skin. Shelia's snout grazed against the side of Jordan's face, eliciting a playful and pleasant feeling through him that wanted to return her affectionate nuzzling. He was caught off guard as Shelia's maw pulled at the collar of Jordan's shirt, tugging away until the t-shirt slid off his shoulders and chest. Immediately Jordan was overwhelm with unashamed joy as he barked playfully to Shelia, crawling up to her to brush his body against hers. Shelia and Jordan panted heavily, Shelia being the more overjoyed to watch Jordan embrace his canine instincts. Looking over him now, Shelia admired what part of him had physically changed. His hands and feet resembled more closely as canine paws, though Jordan's thumbs remained usable. White tuff of fur had covered his expanding chest, shades of brown spreading from up his shoulders. A fully grown tail wagged behind him; his pointed floppy ears hung high, expressing his newly found elation. His face had also begun to loose his human form, a short muzzle forming with a brown mane covering his chin and cheeks. Jordan was slowly becoming a fine Border Collie.
"How do you feel now, Jordan?" Collie asked as she touched snout to snout, eliciting a startled but content response.
"It's hard to explain," Jordan began, licking his lips and trying to control his wild pants. "I know this is plain weird, turning into a dog. But, it's starting to feel normal for me, feel right. These thoughts, these yearnings I'm feeling; I want to embrace them, that it feel's ok for me to act like this. It's like I..."
"...always was a dog?" Shelia finished for him.
"Oh, how cute."
Jordan and Shelia turned to the feminine voice calling out to them. Two young ladies in athletic clothing waved and called out to them to come, sporting cheery smiles and goofy faces one would be made to a baby...or a pet animal.
"Oh no," Jordan yelped, looking over his deformed half-human, half-dog self. "I'm gonna be a laughing stock if I don't hide now."
"No you won't, love. Come on, I'll show you. Let's give these human's their fill of canine cuteness."
Jordan tilted his head in confusion, but before he could make another move Shelia trotted from behind and began to nudge Jordan forward. "One word of warning," Shelia began to say, "Keep crawling on your hands and knees for now until you let yourself become a dog fully. If you stand up on your hind feet they will think you're trying to stand like a human."
Jordan didn't quite get what she meant, but he wasn't going to discover the answer just yet. He did what Shelia asked and the two approached the tired sweaty ladies, holding out their hands to reach and pet. Jordan stood sitting on his knees, attempting to look like a dog sitting. The taller one of the two ladies awed at him as she began to scratch the top of his head. Jordan felt strange yet delighted by this, sticking his head out further for the tall lady to scratch down the back of his neck.
"Aww, you like that, don't you boy?" The tall lady remarked. "It's a dead giveaway when your tail wags that fast like that."
"I wonder who these Border Collie's belong to?" The more rounded lady questioned.
[She really sees me as a real dog?]
"Gladus, we need to keep going. My heart rate is going down."
Shelia looked to Jordan to see how he was taking the attention, and smiled as she saw him pant happily so heavily as the taller lady began to rub and scratch at his chest. More fur had started to sprout at that time, covering down the back of shoulders and spine and further down his belly. His legs were beginning to shape more correctly into a qaudreped form, his posture more canine like as he started to stand on all fours. His muzzle even extended another inch. Jordan was becoming a dog more and more, and Shelia was pleased to see he was liking it.
"Gladus!"
"Ok, ok. You don't have to shout." The two humans cooed their goodbyes and began to powerwalk away. Jordan took his first steps on all fours today towards the ladies, barking his own goodbye as best as a dog could, happily panting as renewed animal energy coursed inside him, needing a release.
"You can't fight it now, can you?" Shelia spoke, brushing beside him as her muzzle pressed against muzzle. "It was always in your nature to let your canine side out. It's what we are. I came to terms with that long ago. Don't you feel wonderful now, more alive becoming a dog...being a dog?"
Jordan listened to every word Shelia said intently, but the familiar aroma of her scent was becoming a maddening focus. Jordan sniffed at her muzzle, and then down her neck, delectably enjoying every smell of her.
"You smell nice, Shelia," Jordan whined, snouts grazing snouts.
The two nuzzled and licked playfully, which slowly became amorously. Shelia's body shuddered in delight while Jordan's convoluted from both the shared emotion and from a continuing transformation. His entire now felt blanketed by a pelt of brown and white fur. His body had the dual posture of a dog on all fours and a human on two legs, yet Jordan felt most comfortable on all paws. His size remained the same. Without the collar, onlookers would have screamed giant dog or weredog.
"I think it's time to make a REAL dog out of you," Shelia grinned, tail curled back. Jordan's canine instincts took notice at what this meant, smelling a second scent mixed with Shelia's own, causing the futile resistances to act and circle around behind her.
"But before you can have me..." Shelia whined, bolting away from Jordan's advances from behind, leaving him stunned and confused. "You'll have to catch me!"
Jordan smiled, willing to play the game. He barked, lunging forward to initiate the chase as Shelia sprinted ahead. The two barked and howled playfully as they chased, panting and laughter filling the park as the day was drawing close to an end.
Random dog transformation that has a backstory that my be expanded later on. A little taste of it is at the bottom of this paragraph. Hope you like.
Shelia's canine affection around Jordan began to have that familiar effect like before. His hands were becoming heavy and deformed, the tips pinching as dark claws made their way through. His feet throbbed as they lengthened and thickened inside his shoes, forcing him to kick them off hastily before they burst. The shape of his ears lengthened into droopy points, feeling the fur already covering the skin. Pressure formed at his face and below his spine, rubbing his nose as he felt it thicken into a black leathery hide and take the appearance of a canine nose; having to pull down the back of his jeans a bit to let a slithery, wagging tail sprout out from his behind.
"Not again?" Jordan bellowed, spinning around over and over again to confirm the tail, not realizing he was beginning to show the same mannerism of a playful dog like Shelia.
"I would but that collar on now if you don't want people to stare at you bizarrely," Shelia barked, her canine speech still coming through to Jordan's ears as normal words.
"The collar?" Jordan looked down against the tree where he left the 'special' collar Shelia had brought him yesterday. His face scrunched and dissatisfaction. "But I don't want this to go any farther...at least not in the open."
"That's not what the collar does, love," Shelia told him. "You're becoming a dog because that's what you are. Didn't I explain this already?" Shelia began to pant as Jordan gave her a iffy look.
"Well, then, what does it do?"
"Put it on and you'll see. Trust me, you're going to want to have it on before someone see's a half-man, half-dog standing in the middle of the park."
Jordan caved in and did what Shelia asked, hooking the collar around his neck with difficulty due to his misshapen paws. "Ok, now what?"
Shelia gave Jordan the canine equivalent of a sly grin. "Now, I suggest you remove your clothes before anyone see's a dog in human clothing. Otherwise you'll be rising more questions."
"WHAT!?" Jordan cried, unknowing to him that his voice came out as a dog's whine.
"Plus," Shelia continued, "You're going to have an awful time taking off your clothes once you're fully a dog. Don't they bother you already?"
Shelia was right. Despite Jordan not wanting to considering stripping in the middle of a public park, he started to notice how uncomfortably itchy and hot the fabric of his clothes was causing to his skin. Jordan caught his second whine but was increasingly concerned with how anxious he was to let his body breath fresh air.
"I...I can't believe...I want to do this," Jordan huffed from panting maw as he started to undo his jeans. A strange primal surge of relief and pleasure flooded his being the moment his lower body felt the light breeze brush pass his legs. He dropped to his knees and sighed happily as he spread and stretched his legs out, liking the feeling of the moist grass tickling his skin. Shelia's snout grazed against the side of Jordan's face, eliciting a playful and pleasant feeling through him that wanted to return her affectionate nuzzling. He was caught off guard as Shelia's maw pulled at the collar of Jordan's shirt, tugging away until the t-shirt slid off his shoulders and chest. Immediately Jordan was overwhelm with unashamed joy as he barked playfully to Shelia, crawling up to her to brush his body against hers. Shelia and Jordan panted heavily, Shelia being the more overjoyed to watch Jordan embrace his canine instincts. Looking over him now, Shelia admired what part of him had physically changed. His hands and feet resembled more closely as canine paws, though Jordan's thumbs remained usable. White tuff of fur had covered his expanding chest, shades of brown spreading from up his shoulders. A fully grown tail wagged behind him; his pointed floppy ears hung high, expressing his newly found elation. His face had also begun to loose his human form, a short muzzle forming with a brown mane covering his chin and cheeks. Jordan was slowly becoming a fine Border Collie.
"How do you feel now, Jordan?" Collie asked as she touched snout to snout, eliciting a startled but content response.
"It's hard to explain," Jordan began, licking his lips and trying to control his wild pants. "I know this is plain weird, turning into a dog. But, it's starting to feel normal for me, feel right. These thoughts, these yearnings I'm feeling; I want to embrace them, that it feel's ok for me to act like this. It's like I..."
"...always was a dog?" Shelia finished for him.
"Oh, how cute."
Jordan and Shelia turned to the feminine voice calling out to them. Two young ladies in athletic clothing waved and called out to them to come, sporting cheery smiles and goofy faces one would be made to a baby...or a pet animal.
"Oh no," Jordan yelped, looking over his deformed half-human, half-dog self. "I'm gonna be a laughing stock if I don't hide now."
"No you won't, love. Come on, I'll show you. Let's give these human's their fill of canine cuteness."
Jordan tilted his head in confusion, but before he could make another move Shelia trotted from behind and began to nudge Jordan forward. "One word of warning," Shelia began to say, "Keep crawling on your hands and knees for now until you let yourself become a dog fully. If you stand up on your hind feet they will think you're trying to stand like a human."
Jordan didn't quite get what she meant, but he wasn't going to discover the answer just yet. He did what Shelia asked and the two approached the tired sweaty ladies, holding out their hands to reach and pet. Jordan stood sitting on his knees, attempting to look like a dog sitting. The taller one of the two ladies awed at him as she began to scratch the top of his head. Jordan felt strange yet delighted by this, sticking his head out further for the tall lady to scratch down the back of his neck.
"Aww, you like that, don't you boy?" The tall lady remarked. "It's a dead giveaway when your tail wags that fast like that."
"I wonder who these Border Collie's belong to?" The more rounded lady questioned.
[She really sees me as a real dog?]
"Gladus, we need to keep going. My heart rate is going down."
Shelia looked to Jordan to see how he was taking the attention, and smiled as she saw him pant happily so heavily as the taller lady began to rub and scratch at his chest. More fur had started to sprout at that time, covering down the back of shoulders and spine and further down his belly. His legs were beginning to shape more correctly into a qaudreped form, his posture more canine like as he started to stand on all fours. His muzzle even extended another inch. Jordan was becoming a dog more and more, and Shelia was pleased to see he was liking it.
"Gladus!"
"Ok, ok. You don't have to shout." The two humans cooed their goodbyes and began to powerwalk away. Jordan took his first steps on all fours today towards the ladies, barking his own goodbye as best as a dog could, happily panting as renewed animal energy coursed inside him, needing a release.
"You can't fight it now, can you?" Shelia spoke, brushing beside him as her muzzle pressed against muzzle. "It was always in your nature to let your canine side out. It's what we are. I came to terms with that long ago. Don't you feel wonderful now, more alive becoming a dog...being a dog?"
Jordan listened to every word Shelia said intently, but the familiar aroma of her scent was becoming a maddening focus. Jordan sniffed at her muzzle, and then down her neck, delectably enjoying every smell of her.
"You smell nice, Shelia," Jordan whined, snouts grazing snouts.
The two nuzzled and licked playfully, which slowly became amorously. Shelia's body shuddered in delight while Jordan's convoluted from both the shared emotion and from a continuing transformation. His entire now felt blanketed by a pelt of brown and white fur. His body had the dual posture of a dog on all fours and a human on two legs, yet Jordan felt most comfortable on all paws. His size remained the same. Without the collar, onlookers would have screamed giant dog or weredog.
"I think it's time to make a REAL dog out of you," Shelia grinned, tail curled back. Jordan's canine instincts took notice at what this meant, smelling a second scent mixed with Shelia's own, causing the futile resistances to act and circle around behind her.
"But before you can have me..." Shelia whined, bolting away from Jordan's advances from behind, leaving him stunned and confused. "You'll have to catch me!"
Jordan smiled, willing to play the game. He barked, lunging forward to initiate the chase as Shelia sprinted ahead. The two barked and howled playfully as they chased, panting and laughter filling the park as the day was drawing close to an end.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
Size 1200 x 1157px
File Size 1.16 MB
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