Looking down at the injector in his hand, John felt a shiver of excitement that moved all the way to his loins. Being a rather niche interest, the price tag was hefty, something he had to save for over the course of several months. But given his penchant for transformation, the idea that he could spend a weekend in the body of his dreams was more than worth it. With no one to bother him for the next twenty-four hours, John was eager to make the most of it, living out his fantasies with all the sexual release they entailed!
While the technology to change one’s body wasn’t popular and perhaps a little taboo, John had researched the prospect thoroughly and figured it was worth any minor risks. His body would be temporarily changed into that of an animal, mostly cosmetic but still possessing the physical traits of the target species. There was an option to change his DNA further, a truly authentic experience, but the consequences were permanent and not something John wanted to entertain. His dose would only last the weekend, starting as soon as he injected it and wearing off sometime tomorrow. Certainly enough for him to enjoy his long-time fantasy!
Having always grown up with dogs, and having his Boxer Max for about five years now, John had always dreamed of possessing canine attributes. He wanted the change to be as close to his dream animal as possible, save for permanently altering his DNA. Some people did that, of course, either for immunity to genetic diseases or to carry the traits or aesthetics of a particular animal. Worried that he would restrict himself too much by going all the way, John was happy for the option to maintain his thumbs, albeit in a largely paw-like state. He wouldn’t entirely lose his ability to stand, though it was difficult to make his form work, balancing canine flexibility and bipedal locomotion. The changes would be attractive enough, even while superficial, and he wouldn’t be able to digest dog food or the like, which was for the better. He wasn’t sure how his pet would take it, though Max was fixed, and would likely largely not care about anything John was up to.
Living alone in his apartment, save for Max, John had all the privacy he needed to enjoy things as he’d always dreamed of. There were some details he needed to work out, like setting out some newspapers for his pet. While there was a place he could take Max out away from the apartment, John was aware it wouldn’t do for him to be seen looking mostly like an animal himself. But his trip was to be a short one, just to experience the body and satisfy his sexual curiosity. What man wouldn’t want to go down on himself? John would know what it was like in a matter of hours!
Briefly reading the pamphlet that came with his purchase, John was excited that the change would only take about an hour or so. It was a bit longer than he was expecting, though, in truth, the changes themselves were a source of arousal. And that gave him the perfect time frame to enjoy the process, especially the alterations to his cock. Taking a deep breath in preparation, John took the injection, pressing it to his skin as instructed. Then, he stripped down, feeling a flush of arousal from the prospect itself. Hell, part of him wanted to film it to be used for his entertainment later, though he figured he would be running around the apartment too much to really capture it all.
Not sure how long it was supposed to take to start, John was pleasantly surprised to feel the spot on his arm become warm and itchy. Rubbing the area, he discovered a fine layer of hair that was beginning to spread at his touch. Sparse at first, in some places, it rather quickly became hard to see the skin. The reality of his changes caused his cock to spring to full length, knowing he would be able to suck it soon. Not that he had any doubts, given all the reviews and videos he had watched of other people in the throes of change. But it was something entirely new to discover happening before his eyes, and John couldn’t be happier!
Soon, the fur had not only spread over his upper arm but had also begun to form a few patches over his chest and belly as well. The prospect raised John’s erection beyond what he could have expected. It was really happening, and already his arousal was at its peak! Not sure what his stamina would be like while changed, John figured he would hold off masturbating for now. Still, it was a massive effort not to touch himself, human cock aching with his anticipation. Rubbing his growing fur while jerking off…no, he had to wait until it was time to taste his cum directly from the source!
While steps had been taken to prevent the process from being painful, it couldn’t quite stem the ache plaguing his fingertips as they began to change. It was as though his nails were digging into their bases a little, their edges somewhat pointed already. Lifting his hand to the light, John was amazed to see the translucent shade shift to a dirty brown, the keratin thickening into the bed as his nails took up the entirety of his fingertips. The same began happening to his other hand, and John raised them both to watch the comparison. Soon, all four fingers and his thumbs had grown blunt claws, larger than his pet’s. And this was only the beginning!
As the undersides started to thicken into the beginnings of padded skin, John turned them over, excited to watch their changes. It was hardly an inconvenience from what he was used to, even if his sense of touch was a little muted. It didn’t matter as John figured it was a little more authentic. Rubbing them over his chest as a way to experiment, John was a little surprised to discover several new sensitive spots. The more he teased them, John came to figure they were the points of newly forming nipples, groaning a little as he explored them. Delighting in comparison to his human pair, soon he was rubbing his chest and belly with both hands, groaning and drooling from the exquisite sensations. There were four sets in all, and he delighted in rubbing them in sequence. Be it a facet of the process or his own lust, playing with them like this was far better than he could have expected. He was barely even changed at this point, and already he was in heaven!
As the changes moved down his chest and belly, John found himself a little disappointed that his flab remained. It was not something he had specified altering when filling out the requisition, figuring it was a moot point. Besides, his own dog was a little pudgy, and he would be a bit of a hypocrite if he worried otherwise! To his delight, his final pair of nipples played over his flabby belly, and the pads on his fingers made the perfect tool to rub them into place. Not that he planned on making a mess already, but his cock was leaking strings of pre-cum onto the carpet. Hell, the idea that he could cum from nipple stimulation alone was almost too much!
The temptation to touch himself only grew stronger as a strange, spicy scent wafted into his nose. Feeling a cool sensation playing over it, John raised a hand to touch it, able to detect its newly formed dampness. Taking a deep breath, John felt his head growing dizzy from all the intense odors, things both familiar and unknown to him. Even the less palatable scents in the apartment weren’t perceived as bad as he had expected. John found himself sniffing with intent as he did his best to identify things that weren’t within his usual scope of awareness. The fact that he hadn’t expected his sense of smell to increase so much from cosmetic changes eluded him, with the elation that he could smell so strongly. No wonder dogs like to sniff things so much!
The sound of his dog getting up caused John to turn, Max trotting toward him with the doggy equivalent of confusion. Still, he was more curious than concerned, moving toward his master for a sniff. Getting down to nose level, John felt himself inhaling deeply of Max’s scent, discovering more nuance in the odor than he had expected. His coat was healthy, he was well fed, and seemed happy to be sniffing John’s own changes. It was hard to fully sift through all the information he was gaining, though it was pleasant to sniff his best friend nonetheless. Max seemed just as curious, confused about the canine odors, but working to commit them to memory. It seemed he wanted to move around and sniff John’s backside as well, though John wasn’t quite ready for that exchange!
The sensation of his teeth shifting in his gums was enough for John to get up and look in the mirror. He wanted to see as much of the changes as possible, somewhat aware that an hour was a little short to take everything in. Still, he was in time to see his canines getting longer, almost pushing the rest of his teeth aside. It was amazing that the alterations didn’t hinder his mouth as his jaw began to extend just slightly to allow them room. His altered reflection was rather fetching and caused his cock to stir once more at the image. Damn, the changes really were just as arousing as he’d always wished! It was strange seeing his face distended just slightly, nose wide, and teeth sharper. As many times as he’d imagined seeing his hybrid face, he couldn’t have expected it would look quite like this!
A twitching in his ears prompted him to reach for them, surprised he had missed the itching of their hair growth. His padded fingers couldn’t detect the texture so easily, though he could recall from rubbing his own dog there so often. It was amazing to watch his ears getting longer, muscles pulsating under their bases, and allowing them to twitch as John focused on them. Their surface soon grew large and loose enough to flop over on each other, though it didn’t do much to impact his hearing. He could twitch them somewhat out of the way, though it was more comfortable to leave them lie as they were. John was somewhat aware of a wider range of hearing they granted him, though it was mostly sounds from outside his building that didn’t serve to catch his attention. It was the sound of his racing heartbeat that really did it for him, a sign of his excitement over what was to come.
The sensation of a nub forming above his ass soon had his full attention, however. It didn’t hurt to have his tailbone break apart, pushing against the skin and creating a lump that steadily extended. John couldn’t keep his hand off it, wanting to feel every inch working its way out of his backside. It was delightful to discover how sensitive the base was, John eager to try rubbing all places he knew his own dog loved to be petted. Best of all, it started to wag of its own accord, expressing his emotional state in a way that made more sense to even his human self. And it would be all his to wag for the next 24 hours or so!
Playing his paw hands over his backside, John was a little surprised to discover the placement of his anus was a little different. While his hips and belly were still a little chubby, it seemed his ass cheeks had parted somewhat, leaving his hole on display. While it shouldn’t have surprised him, it was still a little alarming to feel the air kissing it somewhat. He waded through the awkward sensation of it sliding upward, sitting under the dock of his growing tail. How were his internal organs shifting when many of the changes were more superficial? Still, he found it hard to care in the moment, given that he had desired the most authentic experience possible!
With his nose getting wider all the while, the scents from his canine companion were steadily becoming more pungent to his awareness. A part of his inclinations was curious about sniffing his backside, something he figured would be repugnant. Yet, dogs sniffed each other’s assholes all the time, targeting several scent glands located on the rims of their buttholes that provided a plethora of information. As much as he hadn’t thought of doing so before now, the temptation was too great to ignore. And if he was only going to be a dog for a day, then why not have the most authentic experience possible?
It seemed Max had the same idea, trotting over to him and moving to nose his crotch. This time, John allowed it, trying to ignore the cool sensation of the dog’s nose goosing his ass. He wasn’t in a position to turn around and sniff him yet, lacking that flexibility. But it was nice to allow Max the chance before taking his own. Eventually, Max relented, and John got down, goosing his pet’s backside with his own damp nose. While he figured the human part of his identity would be disgusted, he was rather enamored with the level of information he gathered. Most of it didn’t mean much, though he was aware his friend was well-fed, happy, and healthy. Hell, his dog probably ate healthier than John did, something he had forgone to save money for the chance to change. It certainly felt worth it to learn from this new perspective, more integrated than he could have ever imagined. Any disgust he had over sniffing a dog’s rear end was removed in the moment of exploration. Hell, his new tail was even wagging of its own accord, a curious sensation that left him elated.
Eventually finished, John went to stand again, surprised at how much more difficult it was. He had been largely ignorant of his spine’s extension before now, even longer than required for his new tail. While it left his stance altered, John couldn’t help but feel elated at the prospect. He wouldn’t be able to stand well for much longer, but that was all part of the process and something he was willing to forgo. It wasn’t enough to give him the flexibility he’d been dreaming of, but it was a step in the right direction and a sign it was soon to happen!
All the while, the persistent itching was steadily robbing him of his visible skin. Even through his padded fingers, John was able to perceive the texture of fur that covered it entirely. It left him powerfully erect, panting enough though his tongue hadn’t changed yet. The urge to touch himself was ever present, but John did his best to hold fast against it. All he could do was let himself leak all over his crotch, the scent pleasantly pungent in his nose. It was everything he could have wanted and more to take the serum! And just the beginning of what was to come as his form took on all the qualities of a canine he had been so desperate to experience, even just once.
As much as he wanted to resist orgasm, it seemed the choice was to be taken out of his new paws. A sudden surge in his cock caused him to moan, sending shivers of arousal through his body. An invisible hand seemed to pull at his foreskin, separating it from the skin without actually exposing his erectile tissue. The idea that it was becoming a sheath was intriguing, though John did his best not to finger it for now. Still, as the skin peeled all the way to the base and continued to thicken, John couldn’t resist his curiosity. Reaching within while careful of his new claws, John couldn’t suppress a groan, massaging his loins from a new angle. It seemed his sheath was just as sensitive, if not more so, than the shaft itself. It was all he could do not to finger himself to conclusion, almost able to feel his prostate through the contact.
Much to his delight, the formation of his sheath did little to hinder his arousal. While it had his member pushed toward his belly, the skin knitting together, his penis could only be encapsulated for so long. Hidden away for a few moments, John was left to moan from the contrasting stimulation of his shaft wrapped with warm foreskin. The head didn’t seem to extend very far, poking out somewhat from the darkened skin. But the pleasure of pushing through that furred cocoon was more than he could have expected, the whole surface pressured without him even touching himself.
With some curiosity, John reached down to pull his penis from his sheath, tugging it all the way back to his groin. It was bizarre how it was attached to his belly, forcing his member closer to his mouth. The idea of going down on himself was firm in his mind, though he decided to resist for now. A brief stretch made him aware he was not ready for that yet, and he was disappointed his penis wasn’t that long. Without getting himself close, John could only do so much to explore his new alterations. Yet, the sight of it changing took all he had not to tempt himself to an early release. A rather beastly growl escaped his lips as his glans began to inflate, growing thicker than either the head or the shaft. Confused, John could only hold his sheath back, watching as its shade began to redden. Even while erect, it was obvious it was getting smaller than his human penis, though it was OK with him. Dogs weren’t the biggest in the downstairs department, but it was hardly enough to dampen his arousal.
The swelling within his glans was enough to put pressure on his sheath, as much as John didn’t want to take his hand off his penis. Soon, it had swollen into a bulb of sorts, forcing his head into a point as it continued to leak. Fully erect now, his swollen knot started to migrate slightly, the pressure almost too much for John to stand. Thankful for the shorter shaft, John watched as his canine knot took its proper place. The pressure soon grew beyond what his sheath could handle, and John let go, relishing the sensation of his knot forcing his foreskin to bunch around the base as his smaller cock bobbed from his groin. A further stiffening worked through the center of his shaft, John racking his brains to try and place its source. Despite the pads on his fingers, John was soon able to determine it was a forming bone within, his baculum holding his cock turgid and ready. He really was in possession of a canine’s penis, and John couldn’t be happier!
The temptation to touch himself was far too great, and John started teasing over his new length, careful of his new claws as he did so. Whether the change caused his sensitivity to increase, or it was his sheer excitement, John couldn’t say. But the pleasant tingling running from his loins left it hard for him to hold back. It wouldn’t hinder his fun too much, especially as his spine continued to crack. Pausing a moment to experiment, John was elated to discover how far he could bend forward. Not enough to suck himself off, not yet. But it was soon to come, and that thought alone let him fall over the edge.
Feeling waves of pleasure flowing from his member, John let out a decidedly canine yelp as spurts of cum blew over his furry groin. No thought was spared for cleanliness as the scent of semen and the sticky sensation against his fur were all part of his fantasy. The pungent aroma was even better than he could have imagined, speaking of him as though it sat well with some canine instinct…did a cosmetic change really come with animal instincts? John figured he should double-check. But coming down from the objectively best orgasm he had ever experienced, it was hard to find fault in anything his body told him. That even the surface-level experience could so closely mirror what he assumed would be the real thing…John could only imagine what taking the final plunge would be like!
Wobbling as he was, John was made aware that his stance had shifted during the last few moments. With some struggle, he realized it was all he had to stay standing erect. His pelvis would largely be shifted once the process finished, but such was necessary to provide him with the desired flexibility. His skin had been itchy all the while, and with some elation, John was eager to find only a few patches of skin remaining. Even those bare of fur had shifted composition to something more canine, and while his changed fingers didn’t report as much, he was still delighted to be covered in it!
Hot as he was from the process of change, John was somewhat surprised to discover that he could no longer sweat, even though his body was still somewhat sticky. Reflexively, his tongue started hanging out of his mouth, the relief amazing as it did so. The pads on his fingers were somewhat damp as well, as though they were one place he could still sweat from. He could still smell himself, human sweat, while the rest of his body carried a new, more canine scent. Best yet, his post-orgasmic bliss carried on, his knot was not deflated yet, extending his orgasm for almost five minutes before he was finally done. John could only watch his reflection in the mirror with elation as more canine features replaced his humanity. His teeth were longer, his face was pudgy with layers of loose skin that would make up his Pitbull visage soon. He found the sight handsome as hell, and even as his cock retreated into his sheath, John could feel a slight surge of arousal running through it.
Either between his changes or extended orgasm, John felt somewhat fatigued, and a growling in his belly reminded him to eat. While he wouldn’t be shifted enough internally to eat dog food, he was curious about trying something more raw than he was used to. John moved to warm up a steak, almost salivating as the smell wafted into his nose. Max had gotten up to investigate as well, wagging his tail while sniffing his master’s backside. It was impressive how well the dog had taken to his owner joining him in both form and smell, and not freaked out as John had worried. It spoke to the superficial facets of the change, he figured, and once more he wondered what it would be like to have used the more permanent option. Damn, why did his thoughts keep drifting to that possibility? This was hot enough, right?
Seeming to take forever, John was drooling by the time his meal was ready, and nearly stuck his face in it, inhaling the meat like a beast. It only took him a moment to decide there was no point in using cutlery, thinking it would be difficult with his altered hands, regardless. With his larger jaw, John was able to hold down the meat and take massive bites, barely chewing before swallowing. The flavor exploded on his tongue, far more detailed than he was used to. No wonder his dog never savored his dinner! John was quick to discover firsthand the alterations to his teeth that allowed him to chew and swallow much more efficiently. His molars were sharper, with sheared edges for a meat-heavy diet. But as John well knew, dogs had a wider range of foods that were safe for them, and his teeth weren’t as far altered from his humanity as he might have expected.
Pressure in his jaw caused him to reach up and rub at it, surprised at how much it was adapting in so short a time. Not only was it increasing in length, but John was aware it was getting wider as well, and he enjoyed stretching it to discover how easily it could open. Lips were tingling as though turning gummy and black, and John once more stumbled toward the mirror, unsteady on shrinking legs but able to make it nonetheless. It was amazing to witness his face pressing out from all sides, John grinning like a fool the entire time. His face was turning into a Pitbull’s, though it still looked somewhat strange with his skull in its human shape. Still, with a thicker neck, wider cheeks, and chin, his face looked more and more like a dog’s. There were still some changes to go, but his skull wouldn’t alter fully, still retaining his human mind.
The sensation of Max sniffing him caused John to nearly jump, goosing his legs with a canine curiosity. Having an expanded face came with an improved sense of smell, even compared to just a few moments ago. Eager to lean into it himself, John got down and inhaled with his new senses, finding more nuance to Max’s canine odor than he was expecting. Better was the shifting in his pelvis that allowed him more ease in getting down. His nose was drawn toward his pet’s backside, while Max did the same to his own. And each sniff he took allowed a greater range of odors from his dog’s anal scent glands, unable to fully parse through all the new information!
Unaware of how long he had been lost in the canine redolence, John eventually pulled back, reflexively trying to stand. Yet, he was surprised to find the ability largely taken from him, and John tripped, nearly falling on his face. With some effort, he could rise again, though it was far more comfortable to be down on all fours. At least the changes to his hands, hybrid as they were, made it easier to maneuver down there. His legs were still a little too off-center, and his feet were largely in a human shape. He was smaller now, which he was a little shocked to realize as he looked around the room. His shoulders hadn’t altered as much, allowing him some level of flexibility in his arms. But it seemed the physical changes were reaching a conclusion and that he would resemble the Pitbull he’d always dreamed of being!
Of course, the full realignment of his pelvis was awkward, if not painful, due to the numbing agents within his injection. His hips had shifted wider, exposing more of his anus, likely to Max’s interest. At least he would have the ability to wipe himself, not wanting too authentic an experience! And while it was hard to hide away, the fact that he could lower his tail over his pucker was of some reprieve. What was a little surprising was that his widened hips were so close to his belly that a thin webbing of skin seemed to work up above his knees. It was a little concerning, hindering his ability to stand. Not that he would need to move much for the next twenty-four hours!
A slight ache in his heels prompted him to lie on his side, eager to witness the changes to his lower legs. Little remained of the length of his calves, replaced by his heels as his feet loudly cracked. It was a little alarming, especially with his hearing improving as it was. He was essentially forced to stand on the balls of his feet, making John struggle to think how he might eventually balance. Still, it would be the perfect thing to help him walk on all fours now, even with his fingers largely in a hybrid state.
Knowing it was to happen did not eliminate the jarring sensation of his toes cracking and shrinking as the joints popped and bones were absorbed into each other. Trying to move them in their reconfigured form was futile, leaving John to watch with some interest. Pulling inward with a tug of skin, John was left with a series of four nubs, ones that were largely stationary. Their state was further cemented by a swelling of skin between them, almost akin to a webbing of some sort. The same was not to befall his large toes, their position on his heel being pulled gradually backward. The formation of claws at the end preceded his other nails, giving him a dewclaw that sat on his heel.
While his entire body was somewhat smaller than his humanity, his feet continued to shrink well below what he was expecting. He wanted to compare them to Max’s paws, though their compression was happening a little faster than he had expected. They were like a real dog’s paws, pads forming much closer together than those on his hands. It was uncomfortable to feel them become numb all over, effectively stationary for walking or running in nature. Not something he would be able to partake in, sadly, not wanting to be seen outside. But the lack of sensation against the floor was interesting as John stood on all fours, finally finding the position comfortable.
Looking at the clock, John was shocked to find it was no more than 40 minutes since he had taken the injection. It seemed much longer as he savored every moment, something for which John was powerfully thankful. By now, he was getting used to the sight of his muzzle in front of his face, short as it was. With his skull altered, Jon was left to feel his eyes watering for a moment, and he blinked a few times, trying to adjust. What he had not expected was for his vision to turn fuzzy, as though his eyes were altering. But that shouldn’t have been the case, right? Yet, as he came to terms with the apartment around him, John was sure the colors were somewhat washed out. Perhaps not as much as he’d expected from an actual dog’s vision. But it was enough to turn to the mirror, a canine’s eyes reflected in there. In the end, John let himself relax, figuring if his head changed, then his eyes would need to alter as well.
It was coming on the hour mark now, though John felt his smaller body was as close to a Pitbull’s as possible. The persistent tingling of transformation seemed to have left, and he was, for all intents and purposes, fully changed. As close to experiencing his dream as he could have imagined, leaving him to revel in the enjoyment. He was powerfully erect again already, and hoped his lust for the changes would be enough so he could enjoy it fully!
The scent of something heady and acrid caught his nose, and while familiar, the level of detail John drank in took him a moment to place what he was smelling. It seemed Max hadn’t gone outside this morning and was using the newspaper to alleviate his bladder. It was a little disgusting to think he was sniffing his dog’s piss with such interest. Yet, like his anal glands, urine contained a multitude of useful information, all the ways his pet was healthy. Not that it was efficient to change one into a dog to detect such things. But it was interesting to experience firsthand nonetheless!
Wandering toward the damp newspaper in his efforts for further discovery, John was hit with the sudden need to pee as well. Without thinking, he tried to stand up and walk to the bathroom, but quickly fell over. It took him some time to get a feel for things, balancing himself on a counter as he took some tentative steps. Walking was precarious, John thankful his changes weren’t entirely canine, knowing it would be impossible to stand otherwise. In the end, the urge to relieve his bladder became so urgent he opted to get down on all fours and make it to the bathroom, a much more effective use of his new anatomy.
Moving to the toilet, a few problems immediately made themselves known. Even if he could stand, his penis was pointed upward against his belly now, and pissing would get all over his fur and make a mess. He was too short to stand horizontally against the bowl, and even that would not position his penis correctly. The more he circled it, the more annoying he found his circumstances. Fuck, John had wanted to experience being a dog, but pissing like one was a little much!
For a moment, John found himself legitimately wondering if he would have to piss on the floor. Using the newspaper wasn’t appealing, but at the moment, few other solutions presented themselves. He couldn’t go outside, of course, even if the idea of being seen urinating wasn’t abhorrent. Looking too inhuman for a real dog, he was sure to attract unwanted attention, and there was no place for him to piss around his building anyway. Eventually, his scanning eyes settled on the shower, and while it wasn’t the most sanitary option, John figured it was better than nothing. At least he had the hands to turn the water on and wash it away!
Balancing against the sides, John allowed his body to relax. He was a little surprised to feel his leg lift reflexively, and his penis slid just slightly out of his sheath. Unable to hold it anymore, John let his bladder go, hearing it splashing against the side of the tub. It didn’t make a mess, thankfully, and John felt the waves of relief washing over him. It was a little annoying to feel a drop of piss matting his sheath fur as his penis retreated, though at least he had the option to wipe it with toilet paper. That was something that an actual person would do, having to deal with the damp annoyance. Much better than needing to reach down and lick his cock…
With his leg raised, the realization of how close his cock was to his muzzle sent a shiver of excitement through John’s being. Not that he would reach out and clean his piss, as much as the smell intrigued his canine self. The temptation to try sucking himself off was almost too much, though, in the end, John figured it was best to wait. He had more pressing concerns, wanting to clean the tub and wash away his pee. Righting himself as his claws scraped against the porcelain, John turned on the tap, not realizing it was set to shower. Hit with a blast of cold water, John yelped, nearly falling out of the tub in a heap. At least it diluted his urine, but John was not amused to have water dripping off him!
Getting out of the shower and shaking himself off, John couldn’t deny the excitement that came with the reality that he had been so close to sucking himself off. It was just the level of flexibility he had hoped to gain, and why he had chosen a canine form in the first place. He wasn’t a full dog, though he had been granted the superficial abilities of one. And while he had tasted his semen already, the idea of drinking it from the source was too tempting. Arousal not allowing his penis to fully retreat, there was no time like the present to give it a try, right?
Not caring about the trail of water droplets from the shower, John moved to clean the pee off his penis with toilet paper. While he figured it would be best to use soap or the like, in the end, licking cleaning implements would be worse than errant drops of his piss. With that, John took his place on the carpet, figuring it was as good a place as any. His penis was already sliding from his sheath, a pleasant sensation as his foreskin pulled back. He was left to marvel at the sight of it, lipstick red as the tip began leaking with his excitement. Now fully changed, it was evident how heavy his testicles were even in relation to his body. John had to smirk at that, wondering if it was a standard part of any package. After all, what other reason would people partake in such transformation frivolities than to get off in different bodies? In John’s case, the change itself did it for him as much as the act, and soon his cock had fully extended out of his new home. Baculum settling into place, all he had to do was wait for his knot to engorge, and he would be ready!
Reaching down toward his chubby belly, John found himself a little annoyed that he couldn’t quite reach. Raising his leg as high as it would go, John struggled forward, nose so close and yet unable to connect with his goal. Growling his frustration, John pushed forward a little too far, falling over and landing on his ass. The sound caused Max to walk to him, tail wagging, as John sat there, embarrassed. At least no one was here to view his failure, not that he would ever want to be caught in such a position!
Settling once more, John stayed down on his haunches, trying to recreate the angle he had raised when he pissed. It was hard, muscles not used to that position. But the sight of his swelling doghood caused him to drool, already dripping pre and lighting up his nose. Ignoring the ache in his muscles, John drew his nose closer and closer, drinking in the scent of his maleness. It was heavenly, John reflexively extending his tongue in an effort to sample himself. While he wasn’t quite close enough, the mere notion sent a shiver of excitement through him. All the money he had spent to transform was more than worth having a chance to satisfy his curiosity and suck himself off!
In response to his excitement, John could feel his penis swelling further, especially in his former glans. While his canine maleness wasn’t enough to fully escape his sheath, his new favorite anatomical aspect did the trick, pushing his foreskin all the way down and prompting him to growl slightly. It ached a little, though the pressure served to accentuate his lust, providing the knot that only a damp hole would manage to fit it. The heady scent of his musk sent throbbing waves of lust through his being, inching his member closer and closer toward his muzzle. While it was gradual, John was eager to savor every moment of it, drooling to the point he couldn’t wait to get his tongue around it. And it wouldn’t be much longer now…
The moment his seeking tongue played over his cock, John felt his eyes flutter, the flavor doing it for him more than he could have imagined. The sensors in his nose that lit up from his precum made it taste even better, and John struggled with it, wanting to take more of it in. The best he could manage was to lick the tip somewhat, leaking almost faster than he could keep up with. And as his fingers reached toward his knot, John was delighted to discover there was still some more room for it to push out. Each little bit added to the chance that he would be able to wrap his blunt muzzle around it as he’d always dreamed!
With a surge of energy, John managed to get his muzzle around it, tongue teasing the shaft, and fingers forcing it further within him. While he had never sucked cock before, the sensation of it throbbing within his muzzle was almost more than he could bear. Even more precum leaked down his gullet, John more aroused than at any point he could recall. He lapped with gusto, savoring the experience, wanting as much as he could possibly drink. The pleasure of his tongue against his cock was sublime, John feeling more stimulation than even past sexual encounters. His mouth was being used to wrap around his dick, and John had total control over his actions and pleasure.
Waves of pleasure were washing over his being as he did his best to wrap his new muzzle around his meat. It was hard, the angle making him sore and causing him to lose his grip on his cock several times. Wrapping his tongue around it seemed to help to a degree, though he eventually had to let go as his body fell back a little. However, he was starting to get used to it, and soon, he was able to hold his stance for more than a few seconds. With his muzzle able to hold his cock tip in place, John worked his tongue down over his knot, able to put just the smallest amount of pressure on it. Whining through his meat in his muzzle, the pleasure was beginning to rise beyond what he could have expected. And with as horny as he was, John was sure he wouldn’t last long.
Wrapping his gummy lips around the tip and starting to suck, John focused his muzzle lower toward his throbbing knot, wrapping around it as best as possible. Drool was dripping onto the floor now, some of his precum likely mixed in. The taste was fantastic, leaving John just as eager to sample his full load as to feel the sensation of orgasm washing over him. It was all he had to wrap himself around his knot, tightening against it as best he was able. The dual sensations were almost enough to bring him right there, and in truth, John saw no reason to hold back. He was so close…to tasing his cum…sucking himself off…fuck!
With his tongue wrapped tightly around his knot, there was no way for John to hold back as his doggy cock went into orgasm. It was hard to aim, and he could feel the warm goo hitting him in the face as much as it went down his throat. But most of it managed to hit home, his sensitive tongue alight with the delightful flavor. As best he could with lips around his cock tip and tongue over his knot, John swallowed it down, body shaking from pleasure. Even for the size of his body, it was a rather generous load as his testicles were drained of all their masculine essence. It was everything he desired and more to suck himself off, the cascade of sensations almost too much for him to wade through. Soon, he was left to lie there, his body shivering as he panted to alleviate the heat. John was almost in disbelief that it had really happened. But every visceral sensation served to prove he was truly living out his wildest dreams, for all the joy and challenge they entailed.
Sitting in the afterglow, John was a little surprised when Max came over to him, sniffing him for a moment before lying down beside him. He moved to pet his dog’s ears, and Max snuggled up against him, before starting to snore. He was amazed how comfortable and relaxing it was to take in the scent of another dog, another packmate, so close. Wait, other dog? He wasn’t…but his smell told him otherwise, as much as he tried to fight the confusion. Nose having changed early in the process, John was sure his scent had been different at the start. As best he could recall, though, in his post-orgasmic state, it was hard to be certain. And with his knot yet to deflate, it was harder for him to think why that was necessarily an important thing to concern himself with…
Yet, the longer he lay there, the more the flavor of cum on his breath served to confuse him. It was far different from the last time, almost like his cum had altered in the short amount of time. It couldn’t have actually turned canine, could it? That wasn’t part of the temporary change package, right? He had a dog’s cock for the moment, but nothing fundamental about his DNA should have been altered. But if his cum tasted odd, did that mean…?
It didn’t take John long to find the package, with horror able to make out the warning labels that had escaped his notice before now. Warnings that the changes were permanent, John having apparently signed waivers and disclaimers in order to avoid suing the company. When did John do that? He had gone through the process of choosing his form, assuming he had been selecting a temporary, cosmetic change. He had chosen a temporary change, right? Surely that would have been well-labeled. And that being the case, he would change back the next morning as planned. There was no way either he or the company could have made such a dire mistake.
Right?