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The door to the two bedroom house opened, and a dog on a leash rushed forward. The dog was a girl Husky with black fur on her top and sides, with white on the bottom half. Her head was a mixture with the black half of her fur almost resembling hair, while the white half was below that and revealed her face with a pitch black nose and blue eyes.

The leash was held by a guy who wore a white shirt with long red sleeves, as well as white jeans. "Easy girl!" The man said with a laugh as his brown hair bobbed up and down. He had a bit of stubble, but no beard or mustache really formed. "She's really excited Morgan!"

Morgan walked in behind the man. She wore a slim white coat with a pink shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, and long black hair. She was about a B cup, with a bit of Asian shown in those brown eyes. "She's out of the pound, Gary. I imagine any dog would be happy to get out of there." Morgan closed the door behind her. "Go ahead and let her off the leash. You secured all the breakables before getting her, didn't you?"

Gary found it hard to control that leash- the dog was so excited. "Y-yeah of course I did!" Gary turned and with those brown eyes of his own, looked down at that dog that tugged so hard. "Easy girl, I'm going to let you go." He reached down and undid the leash from Dakota's red collar. "There!"

With the leash gone, the dog wasted no time running from room to room in the house. There wasn't a whole lot to it- and the wooden floors made it easy to tell where she was when those nails clicked onto the boards. She ran to the living room, the kitchen, the hallway, the bathroom, each bedroom, and what looked like an office, before she ran back to the two of them and sat on her haunches, that floppy red tongue of hers revealed and panted rapidly.

"What's the matter, Dakota?" Morgan asked. She leaned down and stroked the dog's head. "All that running and excitement make you thirsty?"

Dakota barked in response to that question, a single happy bark. That tail of hers wagged wildly behind her as those blue eyes looked right toward Morgan.

"Well, let's get you something to drink and...Gary, where'd you put the dog food?"

Gary's eyes widened at the mention of dog food. He remembered a dog bed, some dog toys, but dog food? "Crap. I knew I forgot something. Well, she can eat burgers, so I can just head out and get one of those."

"That's going to get expensive fast, Gary." Morgan replied in an annoyed tone. "Ugh. You always do this. Watch the dog for ten minutes or something, will you? I'm going to get dog food." Just as the door had closed, Morgan took the keys, and left the house moments later. She slammed the door behind her, started up the car, and drove off.

Gary blinked a few times before he looked down at Dakota. "Well...uh...I guess it's just you and me now, girl. What do you want to do first? Do dogs need to mark their territory outside or something?" He failed to make a list of proper things to even do for that dog- he didn't block off anything, arrange anything, the only thing he DID get was dog treats to help train a dog, although when they got this dog, the pound said she was already house broken anyways. "I haven't seen you use the bathroom in awhile anyways..." he walked over to the patio door located right next to the dining table. The backyard was fenced in anyways, so he opened the door for her. "So uh...you should probably do that. You like being outside, don't you?"

Dakota sat still and listened to him the entire time. She followed him when he opened the patio, and looked between the patio door, and him, before she went outside and did her business next to the lonely tree in the middle of the backyard. She returned inside moments after, and let out a single bark.

Gary couldn't believe his eyes. Dakota just...went outside and did what she needed to do. He thought there would have been more to it- more of her running around or more of her wanting to sniff at things, but no. Dakota just went out, did her thing, and went back in. "You really are an intelligent dog. I think I should give you a treat for that. If I can remember where I put them." Gary walked into the kitchen and checked the various cupboards- plates, glasses, cookbooks, plastic wares, everywhere he looked, and he couldn't find them. "I KNOW I bought some dog treats." He mumbled. He checked the snack drawer and pantry, yet he just couldn't find them.

Meanwhile Dakota walked with him to the kitchen. Once she got in there, she sat on her haunches and watched Gary walk around and search. After about a moment or so, she let out a single bark, as if she was talking to him.

"I don't know where the treats are." Gary replied, as if answering a question. It was silly to pretend to know what animals were saying, but Gary was a human at the end of the day. A human talking to their pet, even if they didn't understand what that pet said, was actually something people did on occasion.

Dakota barked again, one single time. Unlike many dogs that might bark quite a bit, or none at all, Dakota merely did it only once before she waited for Gary to respond, almost as if she knew what Gary said, and was having some sort of conversation.

Gary glanced down at Dakota. "What? Isn't it treats you want? Or do you want something else?" He really wasn't sure what this dog wanted, but something deep in that head of his told him that Dakota wanted something different. What could it have been?

Dakota let out one more bark as she glanced up at Gary. That tail of hers wagged left and right slowly as she looked up at him, and she panted with light breathing through her mouth.

Gary lit up after that. He grinned down at her and petted her head. "Oh- I think I get it now." He reached up and got a bowl. He filled up that bowl with water, and then he set the bowl down. "It's not treats, and it's not quite dog food, but it's still important to keep hydrated!"

Dakota barked at Gary twice once he set the water down, as if she were saying thank you, before she lapped up that water. All of that running around did make her thirsty after all. She drank rapidly; the sounds of her lapping up could easily be picked up by Gary. She wasn't sloppy with it like many dogs were, she was actually pretty clean- very little water spilled onto the ground.

"You're welcome." Gary said with a light laugh. Maybe he wasn't so bad with dogs after all- it looked like that was just what Dakota wanted. As Gary walked back to the living room, he paused for a moment when he heard a light thump on the doorframe. He turned around and saw a tail- a white tail moving left and right that almost looked like Dakota's, except it was on him- he had grown a tail then and there, so swiftly that he hadn't even noticed it.

Gary was ready to panic, but the fear quickly subsided. "Wait...I've always had a tail..." he told himself. It was weird- he didn't feel anything grow in, it just sort of appeared. Sure, his spine hurt for a moment, but it was incredibly minor. That tail of his wagged left and right and Gary just smiled down at it. "Silly me- NOT having a tail would be weird." He walked to the living room once more, and took a seat on the couch. He didn't sit with his back right up to the seat for the sake of his tail. Gary kind of wondered why couches were built that way and weren't tail friendly. He just shrugged it off, and watched television.

Gary didn't get too long to himself. Dakota made her way to the living room less than five minutes after Gary sat down. With a simple bark, Dakota walked up to the couch, and sat down directly in front of it. Those eyes of hers looked up at Gary with a big doggy grin.

"No- no. We have to establish some rules. You can't get on the couch, or on the bed. You'll get dog hair all over it." Gary put his legs up on the coffee table while he looked down at Dakota. He couldn't let a dog on the couch- there'd be dog fur and claw marks all over it, he couldn't afford that.

Dakota barked a few times in response to Gary, as if Dakota understood him, and tried to say otherwise about dogs on furniture.

Gary looked down at Dakota, and then at the television. He knew Morgan would be upset if Dakota was on the leather couch, but with a frustrated sigh, he gave in. "Fine, but just for today."

Dakota barked happily at that. Her tail wagged quickly as she hopped onto the couch, and half onto Gary's lap. She laid down right on top of his legs, and glanced at the television, as if she watched with him.

Gary couldn't help but chuckle. He knew some dogs were lap dogs- but large dogs being lap dogs? That was certainly something else. He stroked Dakota's fur while his legs dangled off the front of the couch. "I don't know how many times I have to say it- you're a really intelligent dog." He noticed Dakota's attention was more focused on the television than him though, and he just had to ask. "Are you really watching television, too?"

Dakota turned up to Gary and let out a bark, the bark wasn't quite as loud as a normal bark, as if she knew to control her volume when she was this close to Gary. She turned back to the television for a moment, before barking again.

"What? You don't like this?" Gary watched a game show about families that feud. It was on a lot of the time, but it was entertaining to watch for him at least. "Well, what do you want to watch?"

Dakota barked once more, followed by a light whine. She didn't turn back to him though, she merely kept those eyes of hers locked onto the television. That tail stopped wagging too, as if to show more how uninterested she was in watching the current channel.

Something told Gary what Dakota wanted to watch. It was a bit strange- it was one thing for a dog to be on his lap, but to ask him to change the channel, and to a certain one? "This channel?" he asked, and changed it to Animal Planet. It showed off some cartoon people running around saving wild animals, and they talked about the animal's special abilities, such as a monkey that could climb extremely well.

Dakota turned to Gary, and she actually nodded her head. Dakota's head bobbed up and down, and her eyes were closed happily when she nodded. She turned back and watched television, and that tail of hers wagged happier now.

Gary couldn't believe Dakota's movements. Barking was one thing, but to nod? That was something entirely different. Did Dakota actually agree with him? It felt so weird to think that Dakota understood him so incredibly well.

As Gary and Dakota watched television, Gary's ears slowly shifted to the top of his head, and as his ears shifted upwards, the tips of those ears pulled out and became triangular shaped. After a good thirty minutes, Gary had white dog ears. He reached up and scratched his head momentarily and felt something a bit off up there- but it quickly washed away. He always had dog ears, didn't he? No, they weren't dog ears- they were perfectly normal human ears, no reason to think otherwise.

Dakota also changed herself. Her change was a bit more subtle. During the thirty minutes that Gary grew dog ears, Dakota's tail shrank into her body and vanished into nothingness- she became a dog without a tail, and yet that seemed perfectly fine to Gary, Dakota was still normal, and Gary, even with the tail himself, and those ears, was also normal.

Dakota and Gary stayed like this for awhile, at least until Morgan came home with dog food, and a few more things for the dog. "Sorry I'm late." She called out when she got back. "There were so many damn varieties of dog food that it took forever to decide which one Dakota might like, and at a reasonable price." She carried a huge bag of food that made one wonder how she could actually see where she was going. She paused only briefly in the living room in front of the television when she looked over at Gary, and she noticed dog ears, and a lack of a dog tail on Dakota. "What...happened while I was...?"

Dakota turned her head to Morgan, and barked loudly at her, a simple, single dog bark.

Morgan shook her head briefly and just continued to walk along. She swore there was something weird about Dakota and Gary, but Dakota seemed to argue otherwise, and she couldn't argue with a dog. "You two seem to be bonding pretty well." She changed the subject as she walked into the kitchen. "Maybe you two should go to a dog park or something, get some exercise."

Gary looked down at Dakota before he turned to the kitchen where Morgan walked off to. "But we're clearly bonding well enough without going anywhere."

"Dogs need exercise, Gary." Morgan called back from the kitchen. "Humans need exercise too. When's the last time you got outside and walked around?" There was the sound of rapid pouring of hard food, which raised both Dakota's, and Gary's dog ears.

"Well, why can't you do it?" Gary wanted to procrastinate this as long as possible. Why WAS it his job?

"Because I just got the dog food that YOU forgot." Morgan poked her head out of the kitchen, and glared at Gary. "You and her, outside to the dog park, before I decide to get a dog house- and the dog house wouldn't be for Dakota."

Gary let out a frustrated sigh. He wasn't going to win this battle. "Alright Dakota." He put his hands on the couch, and slowly tried to get up. "Up, up. Let's go for a walk."

Dakota looked up at Gary, and gave a quick nod before she hopped off his lap. She would have wagged her tail, but she had no tail to even wag with.

Gary put the leash back on Dakota's collar and walked with her to the door. "The park is probably fifteen minutes by foot. So let's just walk." Gary walked out with Dakota and onto the sidewalk before he walked to the park with her.

It was a decent day outside. It was about the middle of fall, and a little chilly, but it was perfect weather for dogs to be out in. The sun was partially hidden by clouds, but it was a little bit after noon, so it was still bright enough outside.

The park wasn't very crowded despite the day- there were a few people with their dogs, but plenty of open areas on the green grassy fields. A gray half wall surrounded the park with paintings of dogs along the outside, and inside. The entrance, and path in the park, had an off-white cobblestone path with benches aligned the sides.

Gary walked into that park with Dakota, and glanced around briefly. It was easy to find an open spot, and Gary walked with her over there. "Shoot. Totally forgot the tennis balls..." Gary muttered. A tennis ball, a Frisbee, something to throw- he had nothing but his clothes and a leash. "We should head back and maybe I can..."

Dakota barked once. She cut Gary off of speaking with that bark, and then she barked again. Each time, she glanced up at Gary, and that big floppy tongue of hers panted happily.

"Wait...what?" Gary reached down into his pockets and pulled out...a green tennis ball. The ball looked far too big for his pockets- how did it even get in there? And he knew he hadn't put one in there before. He held that ball up in the air, and he simply shrugged. It wasn't a bad thing- sure he didn't know where it came from, but now he had something to do at least. He unhooked Dakota's leash, and tossed the ball. "Alright girl, go get it!"

Dakota barked up at Gary, and ran as the ball was tossed. The ball had a head start, she couldn't quite catch it, but as it hit the ground and came to a stop, Dakota picked it up in her mouth. She walked forward a bit before she stopped. There was about six feet between her and Gary, and Dakota let out a slight murmuring noise behind that ball.

"Come on Dakota, you're almost here- just come back and drop the ball right in front of me." Gary leaned down and patted his knees, all with a smile down at Dakota.

Dakota let out a muffled bark. She didn't just drop the ball, she tilted her head back, and she tossed it upwards. It wasn't a very strong throw, but with how close she was, it flew right for Gary's chest.

Gary easily caught the ball- it was a pretty slow one. Of course the ball was wet, but he was more amazed that Dakota tossed it at him like that. "Huh...how did you..." Gary tossed the ball upwards softly, and let it curve downwards in an upside down U.

Dakota let out a short bark before she raised the front half of her body, and caught the ball in her mouth. With a muffled bark right after she caught the ball, she tossed it back.

Gary couldn't believe his eyes as he caught the tennis ball. This wasn't a game of fetch with a dog- this was more of a game of catch with a dog. "You're just...wow...everything you've been doing has been nothing short of amazing."

Toss after toss, Gary gently tossed the ball, and Dakota tossed it back. Each time Gary tossed the ball, his nose and lips pushed forward a few inches. Each toss, a single tooth fell out of Gary's mouth, and was replaced with a sharp canine tooth. By the time the last toss came, Gary caught the ball in what was now a canine muzzle- a muzzle that extended about six inches outward, a muzzle with white fur, canine teeth, and a pitch black canine nose. Gary went cross eyed and stared at the muzzle, and the ball he had in that new mouth of his. He tilted his head in slight confusion. Did he always have a dog muzzle? He certainly didn't remember it.

Dakota barked once, and then after a short pause, she barked again. Each toss changed her muzzle too- her nose and lips split apart. Her canine teeth fell to the ground and became replaced with human teeth. Her face looked much more human by the time the game was done- sure her nose was still pitch black, her face was covered with white fur, and she still had those blue canine eyes, but it looked more human than Gary's face.

Gary shook his head to clear off that confusion. Of course he had a canine muzzle- it was silly to think humans didn't have that. Gary dropped the ball from his mouth, and pet Dakota's back. How did she even catch the ball in her mouth with such a tiny face? Not even Gary could figure that one out, but there were a lot of strange things going on today- things he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, but he figured he was better off not trying to figure it out anyways, if it were important, he'd be worried about it. "You're a good girl. I think that's plenty of exercise today though. Let's head on back home." Gary put the leash back on Dakota's collar, and the two started to walk out of the park.

Dakota obeyed Gary with a happy bark and...well, she didn't have a tail to wag with, but Dakota's panting, and the look in her eyes showed excitement. She walked with Gary, but when they got to a tree, Dakota pulled on that leash, and barked. It almost sounded humanish- as if she said "Tree."

Gary froze when Dakota barked. He swore he understood what Dakota said- and he looked back at the tree. There didn't seem to be anything special about that tree. No special scratches, no markings, but there was something about it. He walked over with Dakota to that tree, and bent his knees down. He glanced at that tree trunk, leaned forward, and sniffed it. It smelled like another dog had marked it- not that he could see it, but he could definitely smell it. "Weird..." It smelled sort of like a dog's musk. With a simple shrug, he stood back up, and pulled Dakota away. "Come on Dakota, let's go."

Unlike many dogs, Dakota actually didn't bother sniffing the tree- it was all Gary's doing. With a grin on what was now a human face, Dakota walked along with Gary, all the way back home.

"We're back." Gary called out when the pair entered the house. Gary noticed Morgan's car was gone out of the driveway though, and he also noticed a note plastered on the television. Gary unhooked Dakota from her leash, and read the note. "She got called in to work. Aw well, looks like it's just you and me." Gary chuckled as Dakota ran around the house once more. "She's been running and drinking a lot, but not so much eating...we got some of that soft food, maybe she'll eat that." He commented, and went into the kitchen.

It wasn't hard to miss the dog food- it was still in a brown bag on the counter. Gary reached in and pulled out a few cans. They were clearly dog food- a picture of brown square chunks covered in gravy with a blue banner and white letters on top of it that stated the brand name. Gary got out a bowl and opened up the lid. The scent of meat filled the air- but not quite good meat; the dog food smelled almost of raw meat. Gary glanced down at the food briefly before he turned it upside down above a white bowl. After nothing came out, Gary sighed heavily. He grabbed a spoon, and used that to help pour it out. "Condensed stuff in a can never comes out easily." He muttered.

One Gary emptied the can of dog food, he tossed the can away, and glanced at the spoon covered in brown...well, Gary assumed it was gravy. He held it up to his nose, and smelled it once more. The raw meat and salty scent just smelled so strange, but at the same time, it smelled good. Gary recalled that dog food sometimes wasn't taste tested by dogs, but by actual people. "I wonder...does it have to taste good to people...?" He glanced to the left of him, and then to the right of him. Dakota hadn't entered the kitchen yet, and his girlfriend was at work now, so what harm would it do? Gary stuck out his tongue, and he gave the spoon a quick lick. It tasted salty, it tasted like raw beef, but strangest of all, it tasted good. It was like some sort of salty meat shake, with just a hint of bacon. Gary licked the spoon clean, and then he tossed it into the sink.

Gary looked down at the rest of the dog food, and then back behind him. By now, most animals would have at least smelled the food a mile away- where was Dakota? He half wanted to yell out her name, but the other half of him? He glanced down at the dog food, and stuck a finger in it. The food was warm and moist, and the meat was quite soft. He licked his finger of the gravy he got on it. He then picked up one of the meat chunks, and he stared at it for a minute. "Dare I..." he mumbled. The gravy had tasted so good- so why shouldn't the meat as well? He put the meat into his mouth, and chewed. The taste reminded him of a hamburger, a nice juicy hamburger, although it was just meat- no buns, no ketchup, no anything. The lack of extra ingredients didn't make it taste bad though- in fact, it tasted better without all of those ingredients! Okay, maybe it could have used cheese, but he couldn't fuss about it.

As Gary ate cube after cube of dog food, his body changed more- his fingernails and toenails turned pitch black, and fur began to cover those fingers, and his palms. It didn't stop him from eating, but it did slow him down when his fingers fused together. With a casual shrug, he just used his muzzle to dig down into the dog food, and eat much like a dog. His hands continued to develop fur- and those nails pushed out into claws, just like his feet. His thumb and big toes didn't vanish, but they did shrink backwards and became dewclaws, while the rest of his digits became the rest of the paws- complete with black pads. Gary ate the entire bowl of dog food, and licked his muzzle. He looked down at his paws, and his eyes widened at the sight of them.

Before Gary had a chance to panic, Dakota came into the kitchen and let out a single bark. Like one bark she made earlier, this one sounded almost understandable too- it sounded like Dakota said "Normal!" to him. Dakota also had something else about her- she had two slender human hands instead of paw forelegs, and two human feet attached to her rear legs. It didn't look like it made walking difficult, but it was much quieter.

Gary blinked rapidly while he looked at those paws. He...always had them, didn't he? Yes, of course he did. He wasn't sure how he got that can of dog food opened since it required a thumb, but he just mentally shrugged it off. "Okay Dakota." He said as he changed the subject. "Here's your..." he paused and saw that empty food bowl. "Well. Shoot...sorry Dakota, I guess I was kind of hungry." He scratched the back of his head with those canine paws of his.

Dakota barked once more, a quick yip that Gary heard as "Fine!" as if she was actually fine with it. She walked over to a drawer and stood up on two legs. With those new hands of hers, she pulled the drawer open, and pulled out a bag of chips before she got back down on her hands and feet, and walked away with the chips in her humanish mouth, although she let out a muffled bark with the chips. She said "Normal!" once again.

Gary simply watched Dakota with a confused look on his face. Even when she said normal, something about it still didn't sound right. He was the master, wasn't he? And she was the pet? So why was it that he ate dog food, and she got to eat people food? Gary followed Dakota out of the kitchen, and saw her on the couch watching television, using those fingers of hers to change the channel. Gary wondered- dogs couldn't change the channel, could they? He looked down at his paws, and he knew that working a remote without fingers and a thumb, would be next to impossible. "Dakota...what's going on?" he asked, as he kept his eyes on his paws. Something just wasn't so right, but at the same time, everything felt right- it was confusing. He always had paws, hadn't he? And a tail and a canine muzzle...no, it was a human muzzle, but why didn't other humans have it?

Dakota turned her head to Gary. Rather than even try to explain anything that Gary might find odd, Dakota barked once- but it sounded more like two words to Gary. "Clothes off." She spoke to him.

"Wait...what did you say?" Gary found his arms slowly moved up against his body and to his shirt. Despite not having thumbs, he was able to pull his arms through his sleeves, and take his shirt off. He was obeying her commands, but he still couldn't believe what she said.

"Pants too." Dakota simply barked again as she watched Gary. The command rung out louder than the bark did this time around though.

Gary found his paws reach down and undo his pants- it took some proper handy paw work, but he undid his pants, and he was left solely in his underwear. He didn't really work out much- nor did he shave below the neck either, so he was a fairly normal hairy male- stuck in boxers of cartoon characters. All the while he was left wondering- how was Dakota doing all of this? Or maybe...was Gary doing this on his own will? Not even he was certain.

Dakota opened her mouth to speak again, but this time, her voice came out and sounded much more human. There was a heavy dog accent to it, but it was one that sounded more like words, and less like a bark. "Boxers, too."

Gary reached down and grabbed onto his underwear. He hesitated for a moment, but he slowly took off his pants. This...this was normal, wasn't it? It was normal to be naked right in front of his dog. But if it was normal, why did he feel so off? There he was, naked, his own bare ass and cock exposed right in front of his girl dog.

Dakota grinned with that human face of hers. She walked up to Gary and nudged him from behind once she was close enough. Her forehead poked and bumped his rear as she encouraged him to walk towards the couch. Dakota's ears slid down her head and became rounded and flatter- by the time Gary got to the couch, Dakota's ears were completely human- not a bit of fur was on her ears, just human skin, which looked odd on a canine body, but then again, so did her hands, her feet, and a lack of tail.

Gary was still bigger, and probably stronger than Dakota. Not to mention, with her lack of muzzle, she couldn't really bite that well either. Still, he was nudged right to that couch and he plopped down on it. He turned and sat on the couch, completely naked, and stared at Dakota. "What are you doing? Why? HOW are you doing this?" He knew he should have fought, but his body wasn't cooperating with him.

Dakota barely gave Gary a chance to let his body cooperate with him. When he turned over and sat on the couch, Dakota moved her upper body onto his lap, and put her hands on his thighs. She leaned down to his crotch, and slowly licked at his cock and balls. While her face was human, her tongue was still large, flat, and wet.

Gary reached down with his paws and gently tried to push Dakota away at first. "N-no. Get- umph!" those paws of Gary's just couldn't push Dakota off. His paws grasped onto Dakota's shoulders, but he just didn't have the strength to push her. "S-stop it. Bad girl!"

"Good dog!" Dakota replied to Gary as she kept licking that cock, much like a dog would lap up water. It wasn't too long before those human lips of Dakota's moved in closer and closer. She breathed heavily on Gary's cock before she slowly slipped it into her mouth, and moved her head up and down.

Gary wanted to protest about Dakota being a good dog, but it sounded like Dakota was telling Gary that he was the good dog. Gary wasn't a dog! He had...well his human features were difficult to define. He knew he had a human torso- so he wasn't a dog. So...why was it, when he was called a good dog, it sounded so right? That cock of his grew erect in Dakota's mouth, and he could already feel it leak precum in her human mouth. Gary just had to wonder- how was he turned on THAT quickly? "N-not...dah...dah..." he found it hard to speak- like something was caught in his throat. His voice also just sounded so off, deeper and rougher, like a dog.

"You are a good dog. You are a VERY good dog." Dakota spoke. Her voice sounded more and more like a humans own- she even spoke quite a bit like a human now, even if her voice was a bit muffled by Gary's crotch. The more cum she drank, the more her fur shed onto the floor, and revealed human skin underneath. The human skin began to stretch and mold as it was revealed to a less four legged form, and more to a two. As her chest became revealed, all but two nipples shrank into Dakota's body as well.

Gary wined and whimpered much like a dog His paws slowly went from trying to push Dakota away, to raising up in the air. White fur began to sprout from his body, including over that chest that grew extra pairs of nipples on it- the fur didn't quite hide the extra sets, but it covered more and more of his body the more Dakota shed hers. Gary's body also shrank down slowly, and the hair on his head shed into nothingness. He wanted to fight it mentally, but he was told he was a good dog- this is what good dogs do after all.

Dakota's back legs lightly cracked, as did her front legs, as both grew and reshaped. Now largely furless, they looked like short human arms and legs, but the shortness was soon resolved. Another change happened between her legs- a small cock slowly moved out of her cunt, as did a set of testicles. As the cock grew, the vagina vanished until it was no more. From the waist down, Dakota looked completely human, and her, or rather now, HIS torso looked more and more human by the second.

Gary's arms and legs shrunk down in the meantime. Fur sprouted over both arms and legs, while his torso looked more and more like a dogs. The only part of him below the neck that wasn't canine was his cock, but the more he came, the smaller that cock was. Gary whined both happily, and a bit of fear as he no longer felt Dakota suck on his cock, but rather, lick it with a now human tongue. Gary opened his mouth, and let a big flat long canine tongue flop out and pant. He wanted to speak up in resistance, but he only let out a single quiet bark.

Dakota pulled back and licked his lips. "Dakota doesn't suit me anymore...why not...Danny....and Gabe suits you much better. Now, doggy style." Dakota ordered Gary. Dakota sounded like a master ordering his dog to do something, although the command was a tad unusual.

Gary blinked a few times. Gabe? His name wasn't Gabe...wasn't it? His mind was confused, but at the command Dakota, no, the command Danny gave, Gabe hopped down off the couch, and lifted her tail. Her body looked much like Danny's once did- a Husky, covered with white fur and some black spots on her top and sides. Her sex however, wasn't entirely that of dog sex- it looked like a humans.

Danny smirked down at Gabe. He moved right behind Gabe, and that new human cock of his, pushed against Gabe's newly formed cunt. "Good girl. Stay." He said quietly. That already semi-erect cock of Danny's slowly pushed into Gabe's cunt.

Gabe let out a sharp gasp, and whimpered. She was a good dog, a very good dog; she just had to stay there. Not that she had any desire to move in the first place. With her tail flicked up and out of the way, getting to her cunt was easy, and the more she was humped, the more she continued to change. Her human teeth fell out, and one by one, replaced with canine teeth. Fur covered her head and her neck, and she already had the muzzle and ears- her eyes were still human, as was her cunt, but then her cunt tingled the more she was humped.

Danny grinned and moaned quietly as his canine teeth fell from his mouth to become human. The fur on his head shed, and short white hair grew from the top of his head. His eyes were the only dog thing left about him. His cock also quickly became more and more erect inside Gabe's cunt the more he humped, but that vagina of Gabe's reshaped bit by bit until it finished and resembled a female dog's vagina, swollen with heat with a human cock inside of it.

Gabe panted heavily like a dog that worked out. She wasn't a human, was she ever? She just recalled being a dog, and obeying her master. She was adopted...how long ago was it? What did it matter? What was time to a dog? With a happy yip and howl, Gabe's canine cunt gripped onto that human cock. The last bit of her humanity wiped from her as her eyes grew into large canine ones.

As Danny came in Gabe's canine cunt, he held onto her sides happily. "What a good dog- a VERY good girl." He commented moments after he came. His canine eyes became two bright green ones, and with a grin, he stroked Gabe's head.

Months later...

Morgan never did seem to find it odd that Danny lived with her; it was as if she lived her whole life with Danny, and only recently adopted a husky named Gabe. The three lived quite happily together, although one thing Morgan could never figure out was how their newest dog got pregnant. She talked about it with Danny about neutering Gabe, but with a simple suggestion from Danny, they decided not to neuter Gabe, and just let Gabe take care of all of her puppies. As for Gabe, she eventually forgot about her human life. There were times when she swore things weren't right- times when she thought that it was supposed to be her doing the cooking, or cleaning, but she was a dog- she couldn't do that. Her job was to be a good dog, and a very good dog she was.