A young man ended up having one too many to drink on a night out with friends, his slightly eccentric friend decided to invite him to bunk on his couch for the night to sleep it off.

Being drunk, he thought nothing of it, but once he had shaken it off a bit and arrived at his friend's apartment, things started to get a bit concerning.

His host's abode was filled with dalmation sculptures in the entryway. It was quite the apartment, a black and white tile floor in the kitchen and all sorts of dog related accessories scattered all over his kitchen table in bags.

"Yo man you got a dog or something?" He asked inquisitively.

"Oh haha, not yet. Will be soon though. I've been preparing for awhile." He responded with a smirk.

"Thas cool." The young man flopped over on the couch across the room, yawning with a prolonged stretch. "I'mma hit the hay then, see ya in the morning."

"G'night!" His friend had shouted from the hall.

Falling asleep in no time at all, he began to have odd dreams about running around in a park, except he wasn't himself. He was running around on four legs and couldn't stop panting, wagging his tail??? He saw his friend throwing a frisbee toward him and he jumped toward it as it came right at his face...

...The next thing he knew he was staring at the ceiling, birds chirping outside. His head slowly turned, eyeing the clock on the wall. It was 7:00am.

He rolled over in the bed a little, pulling the blanket tighter, but felt a disturbing sensation around his legs that pushed against the sheets.
Looking down he stared at the blanket, and saw it push up again in the same spot. It was then that he realized just how much he was sweating, it felt like his legs were under 3 layers of bedding. Despite only using one.

Tossing the sheet aside off his body, he saw it.
Right in front of him, where his legs... no, his entire lower body should have been, were a pair of dalmation legs, paws and a tail that swayed from side to side. Fur slowly growing up his stomach.

Then he panicked.