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Mike looked at himself in the mirror for what he thought would be the last time, at least for the next week. He lamented the fact that he had put on weight over the years, though his wife Rose didn't seem to mind, at least. In equal measure, she didn't care for the fact that he had started losing his hair at an early age, and had thus decided to keep it shaved bald. Though his grown-out facial hair did accent his bald visage rather well, he had to admit.

Soon, his wife, Rose joined him in the bathroom, her white skin a beautiful contrast to his own ebony, or at least Mike seemed to think so. They had been married for almost 20 years, having met in college and became instant sweethearts. Rose was a larger woman in her own right, a year younger than her hubby. Yet, Mike also didn't care that she'd put on weight after all their years of marriage. He was more concerned about the presence of his own body fat, though, with full-time jobs, it was hard for either of them to find the time to diet and exercise.

Still, with the week that the two of them had coming up, neither would have to worry about their spare tires. None of the aches and pains that came with age would afflict them with what they had planned. For the first time in their lives, they would be free to explore themselves and all their desires. It was something that both held with reverence, though also with a hint of trepidation. After all, what did one feel when everything they had ever wanted was about to be given to them without a single catch?

It was obvious by the looks on their faces reflected back at them that the two of them were thinking the same thing. The idea of the fun that their week was about to entail was making them both amorous as Mike came behind his wife and pressed his groin to her ass. She could feel the faint outline of his cock against her jeans and her own sex started to moisten. It had been years since the two of them felt this level of arousal towards each other. And they would have all week to enjoy what it meant for them to experience what was quite literally to be their wildest dreams.

Still, as eager as Mike was to get down to the fun they had planned, he had parental duties to attend to. Pulling back, he took his wife in a brief yet passionate kiss before holding her chubby arms in his thick hands.

"Duties first," said Rose, a hint of regret in her voice. It was the first time in a long time that the two of them felt it fit to have some marital fun. Neither time nor energy was on their side as of late. It was almost a shame to let it go to waste. But, today, for once, it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience and they would have their way with each other later that day, albeit in a different way than either could prepare themselves for.

"Is Mikey ready?" Mike asked, sounding impatient himself. He had to drive their son to school where he would get on the bus to camp for the weekend.

"Mikey? Hurry up! You're going to be late!" Rose yelled, a little annoyed that her son was taking this long to get his bag packed. If only he had done so last night as he'd been told to...

"In a minute! Almost done!" Came the reply, which made both of them sigh.

"The joys of parenthood," Rose said, a scowl going across both of their features in unison.

Yet, it was not making sure they were on time that had Mike overly anxious today. The bus would wait for him. At worst, Mike would have to drive the two hours to take Mikey to camp himself. It was not something he wanted to do, but given the alternative, Mike would do it diligently, if only to ensure their son had a distraction while he and his wife enjoyed their plans.

Mikey was their only child at 11, a bit on the lighter side of skin tone between the two of them. He was a junior, though had hated the name, preferring to go with 'Mikey' at his current age and to differentiate the two whenever Rose needed to call out to one or the other. He was an active kid, enjoying sports and outdoor activities.

Though in and of itself, Mikey going for camp for a week this summer was not out of the ordinary. In fact, he had gone for the last several summers and had friends both from school as well as ones that he'd only met through camp. But, this was the first time that his camping trip had lined up with both Mike and Rose taking their own vacations.

It was not the first time that the two of them had taken a week off together, of course. But this particular excursion was to be unique. They would not be leaving their neighborhood, yet in some respects, they would be traveling farther from their lives than ever before.

Long before the two of them had been married, their mutual interests in werewolves, and the idea of changing shape in general, came to the forefront of their conversations. It had started that first night they went on a date, something that stunned both of them. More than a passing interest, the two of them were quickly discussing all of the books, movies, and media that depicted any form of transformation from human to animal. It had always been the cornerstone of the relationship, though something the two of them had kept private.

Naturally, the two of them knew that such things were impossible in the real world. But it did not stop them from dreaming up possible scenarios where the two of them would turn into animals together. The two spent many hours roleplaying their swaps in species, usually to the end of being intimate with each other. Though it had started with the notion of becoming wolves, their preferred species soon became dogs, more playful and carefree as opposed to the bloodthirsty nature of their lupine cousins. Such pet play ever moved into the bedroom, to the great arousal of the two of them.

Now, almost twenty years into their marriage, the notion of transformation, and intimacy, in general, had taken a backseat to the rigors of everyday life. Jobs, child-rearing, errands, all of that were enough to put a strain on any married couple's love life. It was hard enough to make sure every task was done at the end of the day, and either had little energy for sex, let alone their old staple transformation role plays.

It was Rose who stumbled upon the website in her bid to find something kinky to 'spice up their marriage'. Though there were dog collars and pet play gear, Rose was looking for something 'more', something special for their transformation fantasies. Many artists and writers provided that something, an extra spark for their marital bed that would arouse the two of them in a way that nothing else could. That, in tandem with some toys, perhaps would do the trick...

Yet, she was not expecting supplements to be on the menu as her digging brought her deeper and deeper down a hole that some called the dark web. In her insistence to consume every bit of transformation media that she could, Rose had stumbled upon something beyond their wildest dreams.

The idea of transformation in real life should have been impossible from a scientific standpoint. And there was no proof of the existence of magic. Yet, it seemed as though she was not the only person with such interests, and a niche online community seemed to have found a solution to the idea of shapeshifting. Through a combination of the two elements, scientific and mystical, a series of pills had been produced that could be tailor-made to meet one's transformation desires.

Rose did not believe it at first, of course. It was too good to be true, likely a scam to lose them thousands of dollars on snake oil. Yet, the cost was only in the supplies and the time it took to enchant them. It did not seem to be a for-profit organization, not in the least. Rather, the sellers seemed more interested in providing a service for those who were evidently like them, transformation enthusiasts being finally given the chance to change in real life and live out their fantasies.

Rose might have thought it poisoned or some other drug or scam as well, but the videos that followed were enough to convince her otherwise. One such film was of a man changing into a horse, out in a field after taking one of the specially-made pills. It was a fascinating process to watch, to say the least. There was every chance that it was staged; special effects were all the rage these days. Yet, there was something impossible to mimic about the process within a video of the gradual change without any interruptions.

It took Rose several watches to be convinced, and then Mike a few more himself. They slowly came to the conclusion that it was impossible to mimic or falsify the effects on the body, the real sweat, and excited expressions as the man swelled into equine proportions. Even the sight of the man's cock coming to erection was more arousing than disturbing, giving the married couple ideas. They'd made love that night for the first time in a year after watching it!

In the end, it became too much of a temptation not to do it. Even if it was a fake, it was certainly a convincing one. And there was little risk with such a reasonable price. The questionnaire they had to fill out was oddly specific, but in the end, they were able to choose their dog breed and have the pills shipped to them within a few weeks.

The two had to think hard about what it was they wanted to be. Dogs were a certainty, but there were so many breeds. Becoming like their own girl 'Titan', an American Pitbull, was certainly high on the list. They didn't want to become too much larger or smaller than she was so that they could play with her when they changed form. Assuming they weren't too frightening for her to be around, that was!

In the end, the two of them settled on Bullmastiffs, one of their mutual favorites. They would, ideally, spend most of the time at the house, though, exploring the neighborhood as dogs did carry with it a certain appeal. After that, it came down to the finer details of a week as dogs. A week was really all they could get off from their jobs and keep Mikey out of the house at the same time. They didn't want him to know, of course. At 11, he was still a little too young for those particular details. Especially what the two of them wanted to do with each other as dogs!

It had been rough several last weeks at work for the two of them in their respective jobs. A vacation was just the thing each needed, even if something as promising as real-life transformations hadn't been on the table. Mike worked full-time as a manager in a restaurant chain, something he despised greatly. It kept him out of the house far too many hours for what he was paid for. As a general manager, he was responsible for all the affairs of the restaurant, the hiring, the finances, and making sure everything was ordered and stocked.

Keeping a steady stream of assistant managers, or even a kitchen manager, was an impossible task, especially with the low offering pay and the rigors of running the business for an absentee owner. In lieu of proper staff, Mike would often have to do the chores of a kitchen manager, even doing dishes on a regular basis. It was tiring having to stay there many hours after his shifts should have been over.

Rose was in a similar state, an employee at a local veterinary practice. She had thought it would be rewarding work, and in many respects, it was. Yet, a combination of neglected animals and angry clients was enough to drive her mad. She could do nothing in the face of such obvious cruelty, only trying her best to med the animals of ailments caused by neglect.

After several months of long stretches of work, both were more than a little ready for the vacation that was promised. Nothing could compare with the knowledge that they were to do so as dogs. To be animals, to run around and act however their instincts dictated during that time. Dogs could do whatever they wanted with no one batting an eye. And dogs were, in some respects, considered sacred by some people. They did not have to worry about being eaten by predators. There were to be no concerns about being shot or killed or harmed. It was literally the most freedom that either of them ever experienced in all their lives, and the prospect kept them ecstatic, if not a little daunted.

At this point, it was the discussions of what they would do as dogs that kept the two of them up every night until the fateful day. The pills to change them had already arrived, much to their joy. The pair were only feet away from the objects of their deepest desires. The knowledge that they could use them at any time to turn into dogs held with it an excitement that was almost beyond their comprehension.

Lost in each other's eyes and the thoughts of canine lust that played through their minds, the sound of Mikey coming down the stairs broke them forcefully out of their reverie. "You'd better get him to the bus, dear," Rose said, reaching in and giving her husband another kiss.

Mike kissed her back, looking into her eyes, and considered his next words carefully, lest he sparked her ire. "Wait for my return, my lovely bitch," he said, not a hint of malice or humor in his voice.

"You know I will, you lovely stud," Rose returned the kiss, not caring that she was being talked down to as a human. As a dog, she would literally be a bitch in heat, eager to take her husband's doggy cock inside of her. She could only hope that she was hung like a dog, especially that knot!

Mike could hardly contain himself as he drove his son the short distance towards the school where he would be picked up by the bus. Any time he saw anyone walking a dog, thoughts of 'that will soon be me' played over his head. Every little thing they did seemed to excite him more. From barking at squirrels and other dogs to sniffing each other's rears, even things like raising their legs to take a piss or squatting to take a dump. There was a freedom to it that evaded his human life for all of those 44 years. The thoughts of true escape from humanity for a brief time were almost more than he could bear to think about. His heart ached for a taste of that freedom that would soon be his. And to do so with the love of his life! He never realized how badly he wanted it until he realized that it was possible to transform into a dog!

Mike could barely hear his son's words as he drove. "... my soccer team starts up as soon as we are back, can you help me practice my kicks? I know you've been really busy but...Dad? Are you listening? Dad!?" Mikey yelled, abruptly.

Mike looked up just in time to see that he had almost run through a stop sign and that another car coming in the opposite direction had passed, honking the horn angrily. Mike did his best to try and wake himself from his stupor. He didn't want to get in an accident and hurt himself or Mikey. He had to get Mikey safely to the bus and then home to his wife so they could start their change.

Doing his best to blank his thoughts, Mike drove home, extra careful to obey all the traffic laws as he did so. The last thing he needed was to be caught by the cops, distracted from his goal and taking time away from their vacation. And what would he say? 'Sorry, officer, I was in a hurry to go turn into a dog with my wife?' That would certainly be the most hilarious excuse they would get all week!

Like a child on Christmas, Mike ran up to his house, where he knew his wife would be waiting. Rose would be upstairs, likely not wearing any clothes if Mike's hunch was right. What would it be like to make love to her like a dog? What would it be like to smell her, really smell her? The scent of a bitch in heat so strong that he would have no reprieve than to fuck her like the Mastiff stud he was to become?

"Up here, honey!" Rose called up to him, and Mike took the stairs two by two, bursting into their bedroom with the eagerness of a man possessed. Rose was indeed waiting for him, naked and touching her folds with one hand as she sat with the pills in front of her. It had likely taken her every ounce of willpower not to down them then and there.

As he shed his own clothing Mike took a moment to gaze at his wife, her chubby body just as lovely as the day they had married. She was his soulmate, his confidant, and the only one he had confessed his interest in transformation to. It was his dream to be able to change with her and make love in canine form, just as they had roleplayed all those times before!

It was everything they had not to have sex right there, in human form. Though both were overweight, with their current excitement they could likely go at it like teenagers. But, there was little point, was there? Not when in a short time his wife could raise her literal tail for him, and Mike could fuck and knot her with his canine phallus like they'd roleplayed so often.

The process to change was simple. They had to consume a blue pill to change into dogs, and another red pill to revert back to their human forms. The change had already been set to their specifications so they knew what they were getting into. Both would be changed into three-year-old Mastiffs, each form tailored for each of them.

Mike looked at Rose with a gleam in his eye that she had not seen since they were first engaged. It sent a spark of excitement through her body, culminating in her loins as she prepared to undergo the change with her husband, her lover.

"Ready, my love?" Rose said, taking her pill with a glass of water.

"I've been ready all my life for this," Mike responded, before taking his own and downing the pill with one go.

Both of them waited with bated breath for the first sign of the change to start. Quickly, before either forgot, Mike raced downstairs, making sure to double-check that the door was set up to easily open for them once they jumped up and gripped the handle with their muzzles. They couldn't simply leave the door open for the entire week, of course. Not only would it let the elements in, but they would also risk their own dog getting out!

Ignoring the tingling playing over his body, Mike tore back upstairs, not wanting to miss a moment of either his or Rose's transformations. Everything else had been prepared beforehand, so they could enjoy the change and the subsequent experience without worry. Between their weeks of excitement and anticipation leading up to this, the two of them had thought of everything!

The prickling was starting to get more intense as he ran up to the room, eyes settling on the beautiful sight of his wife. She, too, seemed to be rubbing herself all over, as though trying to alleviate an itch. Mike found himself transfixed, wondering if she was sprouting her fur. That had to be it, right?

It took him a few moments to confirm what he believed he would see. Too late, he recalled the cheeky joke that he and his wife had come up with. Her fur would be yellow, right? That would make it harder to see through her white skin. Squinting in the light of the room, Mike could indeed see the spreading of a pelt of hair that was obscured by the backdrop of human skin. It was working! They were changing!

Reminded of the itching on his own skin, Mike started rubbing his chest frantically, trying to ascertain how much fur had grown. To his delight, the soft texture greeting his fingers only served to delight him with the proof that the serum was working. He was just moments away from turning into a dog!

Mike's focus was torn between the sight of his own body and that of his lovely wife's as more fur covered their skin. Yet, he was soon enraptured by the sight of her breasts starting to flatten, the areolas brightening to red as her seeking hands started rubbing them frantically. It seemed as though they were changing, becoming their canine equivalents already. Each formed a small mound of flesh, expanding almost all the way down to her navel as her hand stroked them.

Unbeknownst to her, however, the tingling of the flesh in her breasts seemed to be playing lower, creating six distinct points that ran all the way down to her chubby belly. It wasn't until her hands accidentally went a little lower that she discovered the flesh was as sensitive as her first pair. She was steadily getting canine nipples, sitting on mounds of flesh that showed off her eagerness to be bred. It was as though she was already in heat before the change started. Having eight breasts had always been something of an excitement for her, and now she was living out her fantasy.

"Oh honey, you're going to be beautiful!" Rose gasped as she continued frantically rubbing at her breasts, clearly pleasured by their alterations. Not understanding her meaning exactly, Mike reached down to rub his own four sets of developing nipples. Though more vestigial than his wife's, they were nonetheless sensitive enough that they gave him shivers of pleasure at his touch. If only he had a way to touch them while he was a dog! The realization was making Mike hard, his cock coming to full attention.

Rose, for her part, was just as turned on by the presence of her sensitive nubs as Mike was by watching them. It was a sign that she was changing, becoming a female in heat that would be mated over and over without fear of repercussion. Such freedom was unknown to her humanity and made Rose tingle with excitement.

Even though he already felt impossibly aroused by the prospect of his impending canine hood, the sensations running from Mike's prick were more than he could have expected. It was tingling in tandem with blood swelling through erectile tissue, turning the entire shaft red. No longer able to hold out against the idea of having a canine member, Mike started to rub his doghood, the head catching on his hand and painlessly being pulled down as he stroked. Mike had to look; his formerly cut cock was being tugged down into a sheath that could no longer cover the swelling bulge at the base as Mike became impossibly aroused. It was the perfect facsimile of a canine cock, and Mike couldn't be happier.

It was everything Mike could do not to fuck his wife then and there. She was clearly wet and ready for it, and it would be the more doglike thing to do, wouldn't it? But, he was worried about missing the changes to himself or her while they were lost in canine rut. He still had so far to go, after all, and he might miss some of the process from the angle of being tied to his wife. So, in his better judgment, Mike decided to hold off for now.

Still, Mike could not hold off stroking his doghood as his wife bent over, showing off her wet, sopping cunt. The tension was building rapidly in his furry balls as her vaginal opening soon became coated in a yellow-furred carpet, her unshaved human muff becoming soft canine fur. The entire orifice started to rotate back, closing the gap between her taint and anus. It soon settled in its proper canine position, leaking fluids coating her vaginal fur even as it spread all over her thighs and belly.

The sight of her arousal was too much for Mike. "OOhhh...can't...ahhh!" Mike cried out as his cock shot a load of human semen onto his hand, coating the black fur that was starting to poke from the back of it.

At the sound of her husband's release, Rose's hands could not help but reach back to poke at her opening. Though surprised at its placement, Rose nonetheless found it fast enough that she was able to tease her still-present clit and bring herself a tremor of release as well.

Part of Mike worried that his orgasm would limit their fun once he was fully shifted. But, most likely, his testicles were now swelling with canine seed, able to easily spill into his wife's womb. He couldn't wait to feel his maleness clamped by her Mastiff's vaginal walls as they gripped and milked his balls for all they were worth,

Mike stared transfixed at the sight of a nub on his wife's backside starting to protrude, poking at the skin before blossoming into what could only be a long, pointed canine tail. Hair quickly bristled across the tip as the whole thing started to wag of its own accord. Mike's only disappointment was that it soon obscured the sight of his wife's beautiful backside. Yet, before he could whine about it, her tail lifted up and to the side, showing off the bitch in heat that she truly was.

A slight ache in his own backside was sign enough that he was growing his own canine appendage. Mike closed his eyes, allowing his black tail to sprout to its full length. Reaching back, it was a surprise to feel how warm it was, how soft the black fur was that covered the skin. Mike had to try wagging it!

The sensation of it brushing over his ass surprised him as his hips began to recede and left his pucker out in the air. But, the minor discomfort was a small price to pay for the canine backside he was now blessed with.

The tingling of transformation started to play over his face, and Mike's reluctant hands moved from backside to front as something warm and moist met his touch. Crossing his eyes, Mike was rewarded with the sight of rough, darker skin where his nose once was. The entire surface expanded as wrinkled skin descended into his jaws, the start of canine jowls.

Yet, it was the changes to his nose that drew the most attention as he drew a deep breath. The odors hit him all at once with an intensity that nearly made him dizzy. There were the usual floral scents of perfume and air fresheners, as well as those of musk and cum that hung in the room. But underneath all that was a nuance of smells that surpassed human understanding. It took a few minutes for Mike to process it, but it was almost like he was aware there was a map of the room, where he and his wife had stood, what they had worn, even what they had eaten over the past few days. It was almost too much for him to bear.

Yet, the most present odor in the air was leaking from the cunt lips of his lover not two feet from his nose. The perfumes wafting from her nethers were more intoxicating than anything in recent memories. Regardless of what was happening to the rest of his body, he needed a further sniff of what was being offered!

Sticking his nose in, Mike breathed deep, the hormone-laced scents making his mind fog with lust. Everything about the odor enraptured his attention, making him drool with the excitement of the offering before him. It wasn't helped by the fact that the skin around his lips was thickening, forming further wrinkles as his expanding jawline started to drool profusely.

A longer tongue reached out and started lapping at the leathery vaginal lips of his lover, making her moan in that lovely way only a husband could know. So engrossed in the activity, Mike was remiss for not noticing how thick his tongue was, or how much longer his face was becoming. Only the itch of fur growth could provide even a modicum of distraction and even that was of little impact with the flavors that were overtaking his senses.

The more he lapped at his lover's loins, the more the intensity of the taste seemed to increase in his senses. Always having enjoyed going down on Rose, the flavor on his doggie tongue was more akin to the finest wine. Even the texture that met his more sensitive tongue was more than Mike could bear as he licked with the fervor of a starved man.

Mike could feel that his face was crunching forward, the cracks and pops across his black skin forcing it out into a canine configuration. But it was only the inconvenience of having to adjust for the size of his new jowls that had him concerned at this point. The other changes in his body were irrelevant with the flavor from his wife's loins that he was lovingly licking.

Nothing that Rose had felt before could compare with the primal sensation of her husband playing with her like this. They had done similar in their role plays in the past, of course. Times when they had pretended to be canines and graced each other with similar levels of lovemaking. But to be in the throes of transformation, to scent the lust and fluids in the air as her nose turned black and her tongue started to pant heavily out of a larger mouth was heaven!

The odors became more and more pungent the more that her nose flared out. Slits formed up the moistening appendage that became more and more sensitive to the pheromones both were exuding. She could feel her vaginal lips almost clench around Mike's doggie tongue, loving how much its massive surface could stimulate all her insides at once. Never before in his past attempts to emulate canine carnality had he ever come this close to the real thing.

Under such an onslaught of pleasure, there was no chance that she could hold out against the lust wracking her body. And she didn't want to. Dogs didn't show any restraint in that regard. With an increasingly-sounding canine whine, her chubby, furry body went into orgasmic overload, making her eight breasts jiggle and tremors flow through her body as she experienced the most intense release in her life.

The pleasure was so exquisite, flowing through her body in waves that each made her tremble slightly more than the last. It caused her fingers to clench into the bedsheets, almost feeling like they were piercing the fabric. Looking down past her ever-growing muzzle, Rose was shocked to note that they were, in fact, poking through the bedsheets, the nails thickening into what looked like blunt claws.

Her clenching fingers started to fatten, becoming minute stubs with thick webbing between them. Rose grunted, trying to get them to move them in a desperate plea to rid her of the only fear of the change. She would lament the loss of human dexterity for the time that she would not have it. But, it was still nice to feel the padding form on the toes that would allow her to run impossibly fast once she'd finished changing. A similar tingling started to play over her feet, a sign they were changing in the same way. Soon, she was left with two sets of canine paws, claws digging into the fabric as she was tongue fucked over and over.

A canine whine escaped her lips as the same sensation of claws dug into her backside, Mike's hands evidently undergoing the same changes as her own. Not seeming to get the hint, Rose found it appropriate to growl slightly, making Mike pull back a little. Yet, he didn't remove his tongue, to Rose's relief. Rather, he moved his paws to the sides of her chest, holding on with the remains of his shrinking thumbs rather than digging his nails inside her thickening skin.

Mike, meanwhile, simply couldn't get enough of that wonderful canine excretions from Rose's eager sex. He was sure that he'd brought her to release several times already but his canine saliva didn't seem to be slowing down yet. His cock was slapping against his black, bulbous belly, sheath having pulled it up towards his own, less developed nipples. Mike's whines were being stifled by his mate's muff, though he hardly cared at the moment, lost in the flavor as he was.

The only thing sufficient to divert his attention was the tingling in his ears as they started to lengthen. They were so wide that the edges turned over on themselves, hanging there as he slobbered all over his wife's cunny. It wasn't until the sounds from outside drew his attention that Mike pulled his developing face out of his mate's backside and looked around. Ears raised in the direction of the window, trying better to detect the sound particles that had him so interested.

It was not only the intensity of the noises that seemed to gather his attention but rather the nature of some of the sounds. The distinct noises of cars, of lawnmowers, and casual chatter mattered little to Mike's altering ears. But the sounds of squirrels chittering? Dogs barking!? There was literally a world for the dog he was becoming out there to experience, things that the human him could never care about, let alone even detect!

It was the sounds of pants and huffs that drew him back to the present and the woman-turned-dog that he was still in the room with. The odor of her lust hit him tenfold once more, making his stiff canine prick leak at the prospect of mating.

"RRROONN'T RRRROOOPPP!" Came the distinct voice of his wife, though it was muffled under the sounds of her canine lips. No, wait. That wasn't right, was it? He couldn't determine between the attempted words and the canine cadence between them.

A sudden thought hit him just then, one that hadn't occurred to the two of them in all their planning and preparation. They couldn't communicate as dogs, at least, not in the familiar way. It had come up in their roleplay in more than one scenario, certainly. The idea that dogs communicate more through scent and sound than simple speech used for human owners. But they hadn't set up a sure way for them to talk once they were transformed, now to Mike's chagrin.

<Don't stop! Fuck me!> Came the more familiar sounds of his wife's voice, though Mike wasn't sure exactly what he was hearing. They were the barks and growls of a dog, he was certain. But under that, he was just as aware that he was understanding English as well, just as Rose would be talking to him naturally. Or, at least, the meaning of her canine inflections was not lost on him.

<Rose, can you understand me?> Mike barked, a little quizzically.

<Of course, I can! Fuck me!> Rose replied, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for them to be able to understand each other through barks and snarls.

In either form, Mike was well aware of the insistence of his wife's tone. He was not going to leave her waiting. Mike didn't want to be left hanging, either. It had been a dream of both of them to experience canine mating. And now that the moment was here, both would be remiss for not enjoying it to the fullest!

Rose, for her part, was experiencing the last of the changes to her form as it altered from its woman's shape into that of the dog she longed to be for a time. She could feel the slight aches of her bone structure shrinking, orienting towards a form more suited to be on all fours. Neither of them could effectively stand on hind paws anymore, though, from their stance sprawled out on their bed, it was of little concern.

<Yes my love!> Came the bark of her husband, likely eager to get his canine dick wet.

Rose, for one, was happy to oblige him. She would have sucked him off if she had the time. The stench wafting off his dick was more than she could bear, and a taste would be just the thing to relight the fire in her loins. But in truth, her husband had done that sufficiently with his eager tongue.

She knew there was no time for more foreplay, and that, to her, was hot as hell. They were dogs in body now, or almost there once their skeletal structures finished aligning. It was the canine thing to do, to mate once the female presented and the male was erect and ready. It was the end goal of all their fantasies to experience a truly bestial mating. And now that it was time Rose wanted nothing more.

Mike, for his part, was dealing with the hunching of his back, causing uncomfortable ripples to run through his body as his spine lengthened and his chest barreled, making his shoulders rotate forward. It wasn't painful; part of the package did allow the subject to choose the level of pain they felt, within safety reasons, of course. The actual ache of a change would no doubt kill someone if they were to experience it full force! Mike and Rose wanted it to feel as sensually as possible to accentuate their canine rutting. But, there was only so much such a pill could numb when their bodies were restructuring in such a manner!

There was little reprieve Mike could think of rather than to start lapping at his bitch's cunny again, the flavor masking the aches of his bones continuing to reform as they were. Though Mike wanted to quell the ache in his penis by fucking his wife, he couldn't quite get enough of the intoxicating flavor from the perspective of his new canine jowls.

<Put it in me!> Rose growled, loving the foreplay but wanting to feel her husband inside of her with the canine knot she knew he now possessed. He would have plenty of time to lick her out over the course of the week. She had the pills programmed to have her go into heat, after all, and she would want and need him often, as was her preference. Best of all, their play would be puppy-free, provided they changed back in just the right amount of time. They only wished to have carefree fun as dogs, not to be parents to a litter of puppies!

<Sorry! You just *Slurp* taste so good! But I'm getting *Slurp* so horny. Just like we always dreamed of, my darling!> Mike barked as he finally forced himself to pull away. The needs in his penis compelled him to focus on canine needs, exactly how Mike wanted to experience being a dog.

It took Mike a moment to move forward, not sure exactly how to proceed. But the instincts welling up in his mind had a good idea of how to move, even though his body wasn't quite there yet. Still, it wouldn't be long before his body matched up with his mind and allowed him the proper outlet for his sexual urges.

To Mike's delight, he wouldn't have to wait long to feel his back crack, his hips sinking into newly formed canine flanks. Stretching heels, flattened thighs, and shrinking calves put his member into the right spot to fuck his bitch in just the way he was sure she craved. It was all he could do not to hump her right there!

Yet, why wasn't he? Wanting for the change to complete wasn't necessary with how horny they both obviously were. The dog he was becoming needed to respond to the female's heat, and it didn't care about the hybrid anatomy that Mike still possessed. He needed that doggie cock embedded inside of a bitch, and he needed it now.

Getting up just slightly on his haunches, Mike raised his clawed hands and started spearing for Rose's backside, making her whine wordlessly in her canine lust. He could feel his dog-hood dangling against his still-pudgy belly, wishing to be enveloped inside of a waiting female.

The moment the tip touched her nethers was the moment that Mike lost all control, thrusting inside of his wife with the reckless abandon that he'd always craved. He shoved himself forward so forcefully that a canine yelp escaped Rose's lips, his knot caught on the outside of her cunt lips as he rammed forward. Part of his mind wanted to ask her if she was OK if she wanted him to be more gentle. But Mike knew better from all their roleplay sessions. She wanted the full canine experience, and Mike was happy to give in to his base urges and provide her just that!

<That's it, honey, all the way!> Rose managed to grunt out, through pants and whines of pain. The size of the canine knot against her nethers was more troublesome than she had expected it might be. But that was all part of the show, after all. And the sensation of something inside her was just exactly what her body was craving as she was rutted into by her loving husband-turned-dog!

<Yes, my bitch! Take it! Take it all!> Mike barked out, trying to speak from the canine mentality that had overcome his actions. It was all part of the role-play, after all. And the dog mind that was alongside his own now craved nothing more than to whine his pleasures as being inside such a receptive female!

Mike could feel his knot pressing against Rose's cunt lips with every thrust, as though demanding entry. It was becoming almost maddening, keeping up the steady pace of shallow thrusting that shoved her increasingly-canine body against the bed over and over in his need for proper penetration. It was wonderful feeling his doghood being property milked by eager cunt lips, but the ache in his knot was more insistent. Mike knew that if he was able to penetrate her with his bulge, then the tension in his testicles would finally abate and he would get the relief he'd been seeking ever since the change started. He was so close...almost there...

A wet pop echoed in Mike's more acute hearing as his knot slid inside his wife. The pressure was electric, stimulating him all the way back to his prostate. Nothing he could imagine had ever put so much pressure on his cock, making it impossible to hold back. And he was a dog, after all. There was no need to hold back when properly knotted in his bitch!

<Oh, Babe! I'm gonna cum!> Mike growled as he felt his balls shaking with their inevitable orgasm.

<Don't hold back, Babe! Fill me up!> Came the bark of reply, Rose's own orgasm coming faster as she prepared to feel the sensation of her husband coming to an end.

Mike's knot had already supplied the pressure needed for him to finish. There was no chance of resisting as his balls shook and his body fell over the edge into orgasm. And Mike didn't want to, eager to pump his love full of the seed that had been swelling in his balls ever since the change had started.

A few barks of ecstasy preceded what felt like gallons of semen being injected into the bitch underneath him. Rose let out a canine whine of her own, evidently pleased with the results of their mating. Her own body was going into its second orgasm, making her twitch all over as she took her husband's canine seed deep inside of her.

Nothing could have prepared the two of them for the satisfaction of mating in the canine forms they now possessed. Their combined instincts, in tandem with the urges that the humans felt towards the notion of transformation, created a potent cocktail. It was everything they could have wanted and more to orgasm in their Mastiff forms, to cum together and shudder with the release that went far beyond their lovemaking as humans.

Spent, Mike was left to feel his cock float away under the currents from the sheer amount of Mastiff jism he had unloaded into his wife's cunt. It was impossible that he'd cum so hard on their first mating, though the change and the excitement made him more aroused than anything he could have ever anticipated. His experience was unhindered by the previous release of human seed now that canine cum made up his testicular contents. Nothing could compare to the experience that would make up their sex lives for the duration of the week!

Mike was filled with the sudden urge to pull out, even though his human mind knew better. The knot at the base of his penis was far too large to make it out of the vaginal walls that it had entrapped itself within. Still, the urge to withdraw was all-consuming, and Mike whined, tugging at his cock as he turned himself around, as dumb as any male dog after cumming and not realizing that his knot would be stuck.

Rose was not keen on the experience, growling her annoyance at the whole affair. <Stop! You know damn well you're stuck!> She declared, somewhat angered by the pain that her husband's failed removal attempt was causing.

Yet, soon, the waves of stimulation started to flow over her, accentuating the aftershocks of orgasm she had experienced prior and calming her down. Besides, it was something that the two of them had talked about. And pain, if it was part of the experience, was welcome, even if it was uncomfortable at the time!

With some work, Mike managed to turn all the way around without straining his penis too much. He felt the wet sensation of fluids squelching from his cock as more sperm was drawn from his balls. Mike was sure that he wouldn't be able to cum again for some time, finally actually spent.

<That was...fuck...so good babe. Don't take this the wrong way but...you make an amazing bitch,> Mike said, not caring that his wife literally had his cock in a vice.

Fortunately for Mike, Rose didn't find the term derogative in her current form. <You make quite the stud yourself. There better still be cum in those doggie balls so you can fuck me silly, stud,> she said, grinning in an eerily human way.

At that, both caught sight of each other in the mirror, panting doggie grins and wagging their tails at the reflections. They were two fully formed three-year-old Bullmastiffs, Mike with black fur and Rose with yellow fur, a cheeky joke for the two of them. They were a little chubby for their breed, though not as much as they were relative in their human forms. Both had to admit that they were handsome animals.

Eventually, Mike's knot popped free from Rose's vagina, and Mike nearly fell off the bed from the force of release. A barking laugh from Rose would have made him blush in embarrassment if he could have. But dogs didn't need to feel that kind of embarrassment. After all, being silly was par for the course!

Lowering himself down on his front paws, Mike started growling lightly, as though inviting Rose to come play. His haunches moved back and forth as his tail wagged, his whole body intent on waiting for Rose to make a move. He let out a bark, one without words this time, just to speak like the dog he had become.

Rose looked at her husband with an almost human look of confusion. He was inviting her to play, and she wanted that, but... there was something irritating her that she couldn't come to terms with. There was semen leaking out of her backside, she was sure. That had to be it.

Without thinking, Rose got down on her haunches, raising her hind leg and allowing her to see her leaking cunt lips. Without thinking, she lowered herself, not realizing she had enough flexibility to reach down to get at her vaginal lips. Chastising herself, Rose reached out with her tongue to clean off the vaginal secretions that were slightly irritating her. Of course, she had the ability to. Dogs licked themselves all the time, after all. And she was a dog for the duration of the week. Besides, she was just licking off cum and vaginal juices. It was not the worst cleaning she would have to do, she had no doubt of it!

The flavor of her own sex wasn't as bad as she thought in canine form. It was as though her taste buds were somewhat duller than the human equivalents she had been accustomed to. Rose was overall thankful for this. A less sensitive pallet would invoke the need for spicier food to get any enjoyment out of things. As a dog, the bland-smelling wet food that she had prepared for them would certainly be much more palatable throughout her tenure as a dog!

Mike took his cue to clean off his own cock. In truth, he figured Rose would want to do it, and that suited him fine. But there was a part of him that was curious as to the taste. And besides, what man didn't wonder what it would be like to taste his own penis if he had the flexibility to do so. Dogs certainly did!

Mimicking his wife's actions, Mike got down on his haunches and raised his leg to see his cock had come out of his sheath a little. The color looked a little wrong, making him confused for a moment. It was supposed to be red, wasn't it? Why was it a dark gray?

A thought came to Mike just then, recalling the words that he'd read up on canine senses. Dogs could, in fact, see color, though reds and greens were expected to be muted. Hell, red-green color blindness wasn't something too unusual in humans, either. It seemed that to be the case for Mike now. He didn't mind the temporary loss of those colors, however. It was all part of the authentic experience of being a dog, after all!

The scents wafting off his cock were a little musky, but they carried some of the familiar notes that he enjoyed from his wife's behind. After all, he had just fucked his bitch, and her fluids were mingled with his own. Though he had always been a little shy about tasting his own cum, there was a curiosity with the self-exploration that Mike had to admit was rather tempting. Deciding what the hell, he went with it, teasing his leaking red rocket out of its home to clean the fluids that had collected on it before they dried.

Rose, meanwhile, was currently occupied in cleaning her own cunt, working over it with the same skill and insistence that Mike used. What started as a simple cleaning exercise became a tonguing that could only be beaten with the presence of the male at her backside. Still, it was a fascinating experience to explore herself in such a way, burying her tongue deep inside her new lips with the enthusiasm of a dog that had not just experienced multiple orgasms. It was almost impossible to be sure if the sensations were simply normal for dogs or if the pill package they received had something to do with it. Either way. Rose wasn't in a place to complain!

It was almost impossible for her to form coherent thoughts as Rose continued to give her vaginal walls a tongue bath, with more vigor than even her husband had managed. Though it was the idea of the male made her arousal heightened, he was still in the room with her, after all. Lost in his own self-exploration as he was, his musk hung heavily in Rose's nostrils. And, being able to play with herself in just the right ways was special, especially as she was doing it in another body!

Mike, for his part, had gone past the point of coating his shaft in saliva and was going down on himself much in the same fashion as his wife was. He had already moved his tongue to the inside of his sheath to clean there and was working over his rod and doggie balls now with gusto. The sensation was far superior than simple masturbation could ever be. Mike had no ability to touch himself in this form, but it was far from needed with how skilled his tongue and his muzzle were proving to be!

Mike wasn't sure how he was getting the stamina to go his third time in such a short span. And, in truth, it was taking its toll, release not coming nearly as fast as it had been when he'd touched himself while changing or when mating with his wife. But, that was for the best with how sensitive his cock seemed to be. He didn't want to cum too soon, lest he ruined the lovely pressure welling in his cock. The mobility of his tongue seemed to be greatly enhanced in his canine form. He was able to get all the way down to the base with ease, teasing into his sheath and pulling out the rest of his rocket. His knot swelled with lust, his balls bouncing against his crotch as they filled with enough semen to cum for his third time.

As his end soon came to a close, Mike felt a little nervous to actually taste a full load of his semen. Still, as he was slow to notice, his sense of taste wasn't as potent as it was compared to his humanity, meaning that the spicy, pungent flavors likely wouldn't bother him to the same degree. And, again, hadn't he always been curious? When in doggy Rome, right?

A distinct canine whine hit his ears, and Mike raised his black head to look at his wife, who was muzzle deep in her own cunt. Mike knew what she was going through, having sampled her fluids himself. Part of him wanted to go there to finish her off and taste more of her wonderful vaginal secretions. But at the moment, that honor was hers. His wife seemed to relish going down on herself, and Mike would be remiss for not experiencing the same with his own canine body!

It took little effect for him to snake his tongue around his cock once more, licking with the focus of an animal. He loved the ridges and contours of his canine rod, how exciting it was to finally have one. In some ways, he thought his tongue might be better at tactile sensation than his hand, at least in detecting the details of his cock. Though his perception might have been a little biased with his current self-suck.

A trembling whine escaped his lips as his end neared. The fluids were leaking from his member like a facet now, thicker and more viscous the more that he lapped his cock. The pointed tip was pulled further along his pallet, muscles playing at it splendidly as the tension built. His tongue was on the fringes of his sheath now, the entire rod pulled into his blunt, flared muzzle as it prepared to unload his burden. Any trepidation he felt was long since gone with his pleasure increasing as his end neared.

The sheer amount of cum seemed to stifle any bark he could make as Mike unloaded his doggie cock into his own mouth. In reality, it was only a teaspoon amount that flooded his senses, but, in tandem with the backwash of his saliva and his eagerness, it felt more like gallons of fluid that he was downing. His sensitive nose detected nuances in his cum that made him more curious than disgusted that he was tasting himself in such a primal way

But more than the flavor, Mike was greeted with the sheer pleasure of performing such an act on himself as his loins rocked in tandem to his gentle sucking. Again, he was unsure if dogs really felt this way about going down on themselves or if it was an added effect of the pills to enhance libido as many of their clients would likely want. Either way left Mike elated and wanting more!

Looking up, he was greeted with panting from his wife, who reached out and licked his face, covering it with doggy slobber. Mike returned the gesture, licking around her muzzle and lapping with the tenderness of a lover. Both dogs fell into the moment, trying to make out with canine tongues in a way that eluded most full-blooded canines. Still, it was nice, a tender moment after all of the lovemaking and multiple orgasms the two had experienced.

Soon, the tender contact turned into a series of nose rubs, particularly along faces and taints. They were areas that the couple soon discovered were full of useful information, particularly scent glands that told them myriads more than their other senses could. Age, health, and just the general markers like facial features that humans used to identify each other were things that dogs achieved by smell. Both partners were learning each other all over again with scents, in a way that invigorated both more than they thought possible.

A sudden bark caught their attention, followed by the sounds of padding paws coming up the stairs. Both newly changed dogs looked towards the door to see Titan come running in, tail wagging and body moving in a display of canine excitement. However, her head soon turned, confused by the presence of the two canines in the room where once stood her human masters.

<Master? Dog?> Came the barking of words, though Mike was sure it was his brain translating them as best as it could to English. After all, it was unlikely that his dog had learned the word 'master'. Still, it was a fascinating experience in and of itself and not one that either Mike or Rose had been expecting.

For a moment, the two of them looked at each other, as though wondering whether they should try and reply, or how they would even do so. It was one thing to talk to their dog as they would if they were human, but what if those words meant nothing in the language of dogs? Still, Titan did have some understanding that her former masters were dogs now, though it seemed to confuse her greatly.

Yet, Titan's tail soon wagged, and she jumped up onto the bed, panting and sniffing the air. She likely didn't care about the scents of sex, fixed as she was. It was hard to tell. Instead, she walked behind Mike, first, sniffing at his backside with the enthusiasm of someone smelling roses or something else equally fragrant. Mike knew that both carried potent sex glands on their backside, just around the anus. It was why dogs liked to sniff poop so much. It wasn't the most glamorous part of being a dog, but it was one that both Rose and Mike had accepted as part of being fully animal.

Mike stifled a surprised yelp as Titan's cold nose goosed his backside, evidently digging her nose in. She really wanted a deep whiff of the new dog that Mike had become. Rose, too, stifled a giggle as Titan went to town sniffing Mike's hind end.

Mike couldn't help but wonder what Titan thought of the two of them now that they were changed. They were clearly three-year-old Mastiffs but they were also 'Mike and Rose' as best as she could likely tell. Mike and Rose could clearly scent the human fragrances on their own bodies, after all. Rose still carried the chemical smells of her work at the veterinarian's office. And Mike still smelled of the restaurant. It was amazing that the two of them could have traces of their human lives still on them, enough that a dog could detect them!

Perhaps the weirdest of all was that Titan could likely detect Rose's heat cycle. Yet, Titan was fixed, so she didn't seem to care when she went from Mike's backside to Rose's own. She could surely smell that Mike had bred her, that was obvious to both of them. It was a little embarrassing, though shouldn't have been, given the fact they were all dogs.

Eventually, Titan seemed to finish sniffing Rose's backside and pulled her face up to regard both of them. Her scent was strong in the room now, though not in an offensive way at all. With a quick glance at each other, both Rose and Mike went to sniff her backside at the same time. Though they had enjoyed each other's scents before, the odors coming from another dog, even their own, were fascinating. Through the glands on her backside, her fur, and her muzzle, they were aware of a myriad of things that totally escaped their human awareness. What kind of food she had eaten (they could buy her a better brand, both pet parents realized) her eagerness (happiness was coming off her in waves, even for her age), and her health (she was thankfully healthy).

After a few moments of eager sniffing, Titan moved to the edge of the bed, her moving tail signaling her eagerness. <Play?> She barked, then jumped off the bed, tail wagging as she padded out of the room.

Mike and Rose looked at each other quizzically for a few moments, wondering what she had in mind. They had not bought any new toys of the sort, though the thought had come to both of them. It was too late now, they supposed. And Titan had enough toys that surely, she would share.

To their delight, Titan padded back into the room, wagging her tail and brandishing a rope toy. Setting it down, she looked back at her masters-turned-dogs and spoke to them once more.

<Play? Titan play?> She barked, making it clear that she wanted to use the rope toy she had brought in.

Rose got down on her front paws and watched with interest as Mike jumped off the bed, sniffing at the saliva-soaked toy. It didn't really matter to him if he was grabbing something with his mouth that had been in his dog's, of course. Knowing the point of the game, Mike tried for the end close to him, hoping that Titan would take the other.

<Mine!> Titan said, reaching down and grasping it hard with her muzzle. <Give me! Mine!> She tried her best, claws scraping across the floor as she tried to get a grip. However, Mike, as the bigger dog, would not be moved so easily as he bared his teeth. It was almost funny, Mike getting down on his haunches and allowing Titan to spin her wheels, not able to move him an inch.

Eventually, Mike let go, not wanting their dog to break or hurt her teeth. Titan flew back, nails clicking on the floor as she did so. Titan dropped the toy, barking out <Play!> as she raced towards Mike, almost running into him. This time, it was Rose that jumped off the bed, racing out of the room in an effort to have Titan chase her.

Titan seemed to understand the game, running with Rose towards the stairs. Rose was worried for a moment that she might not know how to descend the stairs safely on all fours. But, the moment she stopped thinking about it, her canine body bounded down them with no effort. Soon, she could hear Titan following her, and she raced into the kitchen, running around the island in an attempt to have Titan follow her.

Yet, she was soon stopped by several smells that hit her all at once. First and foremost, there was a breeze from outside, one that carried with it a myriad of things that her canine psyche was instantly enamored with. She wanted to stop, to head out to investigate them.

Before Rose could get to the outdoors to the scents that were calling to her, however, one much more pungent hit her nose. Looking up with faded vision, she settled on the three bowls of food that had been sat up on the table, prepared beforehand. Rose had nearly forgotten about it as Mike bounded down behind them, eager to join whatever doggie activities they had in mind.

<Hungry!> Titan seemed to say, and the sentiment brought stirrings in their bellies that reminded the two of them that they hadn't tried eating as dogs yet.

Neither of them was particularly interested in eating dog food, so they had mixed so lightly cooked meat with some dry kibble for their dinner. What they would do once that ran out, they would figure out later. Using skilled muzzles to open the door of the pantry or fridge would be paramount to feeding themselves and their dog. They figured they could manage, not wanting to leave out a week's worth of food and have their dog engorge herself while they had their fun!

Fortunately, Titan had not bothered to check for the bowls that were left for the three of them to enjoy. It was another calculated risk, but again, one that paid off as they had their canine love-making session in the bedroom before coming down. Therefore, their meals were still waiting for them, a far more sumptuous feast than Titan was ever granted.

Deciding to go first, Mike jumped onto one of the chairs set out, balancing his weight as he got up onto the table. The smell of his food was even more delectable here than it was at floor level. No wonder Titan hadn't smelled it, asleep while they were preparing it prior.

Not waiting for his wife and pet to join him, Mike threw his face into the food with all the enthusiasm of a dog, slurping and biting and eating faster than his human self had ever bothered to do. The taste was delightful, the relatively bland mix of kibble and lightly cooked meats more succulent than anything Mike could have imagined. It seemed that with a larger nose came with it a more generalized pallet, finding flavor in everything that they ate!

Rose jumped up on the table next to him, tail smacking Mike's own as she dug into her own bowl. The sublime flavors made her tongue water as she dove into the mixture with gusto. The flavors of the meat were almost too intense, and Rose found that she would probably be OK even eating wet dog food. In fact, it might be the better tasting stuff, though the meal they had prepared themselves was hardly bad either!

A whine from Titan made both of them look down to see that she was looking up at them, tail wagging in anticipation. She wasn't coming up to the table with them. She might be a dog, though, seeing her former masters as dogs, she was also submissive to them, as before. She knew her place in the pack, it seemed.

<Jump! Up, Titan! Here, girl!> Rose called, and Titan responded with a <Yes, Up!> as she followed their footsteps and jumped onto the table to join them in eating.

A warm breeze met their fur once more, and the trio looked to the open window and the backyard that awaited them. <Wanna go outside?> Mike asked, just as Rose reached up to lick some of the food off the side of his face. Both started cleaning the other, then cleaned off Titan, too, giving her some welcome pack love.

<Outside? Walk?> Titan asked, excitedly, jumping down off the table and regarding her masters with an expression of canine excitement.

<Yeah, let's go outside. No walk though, it's getting late and we can go to the park tomorrow> Rose said.

<Sounds good to me!> Mike said, getting down off the table to join his canine companions.

<No Walk? Outside good!> Titan said, still excited.

Mike got up to pull the latch to allow their exit to swing open, and the three of them bounded out the open door, thankful that the weather was pleasant. All of them stopped at the entrance, sniffing the air for all the wonderful scents that had been teasing them through the windows. For a few moments, both Mike and Rose were overwhelmed by all the world had to offer. There were multitudes of aromas that threatened to overtake them at any moment. Other dogs, cats, squirrels, dozens of other animals, birds and insects, garbage, food! It was impossible to know where to start!

It was Titan that gave the two of them the idea to start with the scents along the house. Both dogs followed their fellow, sniffing the earthy odors that their house carried. Most of them were of Titan's pee, making them relax somewhat. It was a strange sensation, dog pee being something with a calming effect. But, it made a queer sort of sense. Titan was pack, after all. There were no interlopers here that the two of them could smell, and that suited them just fine.

Soon, the urge to piss was on him, and Mike felt his bowels grumble, a sign that they were full and needed to be emptied. Mike and Rose had talked about trying to use the toilet in their canine forms but ultimately decided that relieving themselves at a corner of the house would be sufficient. There was a spot that Titan generally used, and they figured they would simply pick up after themselves once they were human enough to do so.

Titan evidently had to go as well, though Mike could clearly smell her need. It didn't stink, not exactly. It was a particularly strong, pungent odor, one of waste that he knew was repugnant. But, underneath, her scent glands, even from here, spoke of what she had eaten and how healthy she was. No wonder dogs sniffed each other's leavings so readily, with the wealth of information that they carried!

Both newly-changed dogs evidently needed to relieve themselves, Rose looked around for a good place to go. Part of her mind needed to find the right spot, having another meaning than simple waste disposal. Leavings were important in the canine world, after all.

Eventually, they settled on the underside of the deck, apparently Titan's preferred spot. There was some leftover scat that the two of them missed upon cleaning the yard. Titan was already sniffing the area, looking for the perfect place to go.

Unlike the other scents of the yard, the odors of Titan's leavings were of little interest. Titan's presence was already here, after all, and there was nothing her poop could tell them that her scent glands and play interactions hadn't already.

Still, there was a sense of trepidation over doing such a thing out in the open, despite their needs and their current bodies and instincts. <Umm...how should we...?> Mike asked, a little shyly

<Like dogs do, silly!> Rose said, evidently not at all bothered by the notion of relieving herself in front of her husband and dog.

Squatting down low to the ground, Rose let her bladder relax, urinating onto the grass with no hint of embarrassment. It was a natural thing to do, and her new instincts felt fine doing so in front of her pack. It was safe here, as best as her nose could tell. Her scents would be mingled with those of the other dogs, letting any intruders know whose home this was.

Getting up slightly, Rose sniffed around the ground where she had peed. The ache in her bowels became insistent as well. After turning a few times, she squatted in a different position, relaxing her bowels and letting herself go. The smell wasn't as bad as she expected, and her pucker was distended from her backside somewhat, so the action wasn't as messy as she feared. Done, she felt a compulsion to dig some grass on it, before running away from it quickly to chase Titan, who had also just finished voiding her bowels.

Seeing his wife so comfortable pooping on the lawn like a dog, Mike did the same, sniffing around his own spot until he was comfortable to go. He could smell their combined leavings in the air but in the end wasn't bothered by it. After performing his business, he got up to chase the other two dogs around the yard, eager to play.

Yet, even as he ran around, the irritation in his asshole persisted. It was a minor annoyance, though one that reminded him of needing to wipe. The way his anus was puckered, it wasn't as urgent of a deal as it would be for the human him. But still...

Titan once more took the initiative and sat down, raising her leg to lick at her pucker. It didn't look dirty, at least not too much. But Titan didn't seem to mind licking her own anus, cleaning herself after the act that had left her dirty.

It was the one thing that Mike had been a little bothered by in becoming a dog, but something that he knew they would have to get used to for their week-long stay. Deciding to bite the bullet, as it were, Mike got down, trying to ignore his own smell as he went to town on his rectum. The taste was...not something he preferred. But, it wasn't as bad to his canine self as he had been expecting. All in all, it wasn't too bad an experience, not as gross as he was worried about, at least. Confirmation he was healthy was never a bad thing, after all!

<That was...something> Mike said, not really sure how to talk about what they'd.

<We're dogs, sweetie, get used to it. Now, come and get me!> Rose yelled as she tore across the yard, Titan in tow. Mike barked his reply and ran to follow them, the trio tearing up the grass in their sprints. Titan tried to go towards the road a few times, but Mike called <Hey, stop! Titan, no! Back!> and she came diligently, not wanting to ignore her masters.

A few times, Mike felt the compulsion to head over to the side of the house and lift his leg, pissing on the area before sniffing it to make sure that his scent was there. By the end of the afternoon, every bush and tree had a hint of his urine on it. He was the male of the territory, after all. He had to let everyone else know it!

Cries of "Shut those dogs up!" came to their ears a few times, with Mike and Rose not getting the hint the first few times. Mike even barked back <You shut up!> once, making Rose chuckle.

But, when threats to call the police about it came to their ears, both decided it was time to end their backyard fun. Though they were relatively free as dogs, there were still some things that could be taken from them. Going to the pound and being unable to turn back was not high on the list of things to do as dogs! Besides, the sun was starting to set, and all three were starting to feel tired from their fun.

Deciding to snuggle with their dog for the evening, the trio climbed into bed, calling for Titan to join them. There was no compulsion to cover themselves, not with the layer of fur that coated them. Blankets would be far too hot! Besides, it was nice sleeping nose to tail as they were, in a pile with packmates. Rose and Mike cared little for the dirt they had tracked into their beds. Being a dog was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, as best as they knew. They could clean up afterward!

It took no time for the three of them to position themselves in a comfortable pile, muzzles set upon paws and eyes closed as they prepared to sleep. Mike leaned in close to his love, licking her on the nose a few times as she licked him in kind. Their tongues touched each other as they learned to make out in their doggy forms. It was a tender moment, especially since it went against instinct and allowed them a sense of humanity and familiarity in their canine bodies.

Soon, the three of them were nearly asleep, prepared for an evening of doggie dreams. Yet, sounds from outside made Rose's ears raise and had her get up to look at the window. It wasn't the first time she'd heard dogs barking at this hour of the night. But, to her, the barks were laced with meaning that had her straining to hear the words.

<Hello? Outside?>

<Outside! You Outside?>

<Am Outside!>

<Am Outside!>

<Am Outside! Pee!>

Rose found it almost amusing to listen to their words, or what could be considered words to the best of her ability. It seemed that dogs could communicate to a degree, though it didn't really matter when they primarily used their noses.

Before Rose realized it, Titan was beside her, adding her own two cents to the conversation. <I inside!>.

<Am outside!> Came the replies from the other three dogs.

This continued on for Rose felt like too long. She was starting to get irritated with the dogs that were clearly just happy to be outside taking in the evening scents. But, with all the racket, it was hard for her to fall asleep. Though to any listening humans, it would only sound like a fifth dog barking, Rose hoped that it would be commanding enough that the other dogs would get the hint.

<Quiet down, We are trying to sleep!>

<Sleep? Outside!> Came the replies.

Soon, Mike was beside them, barking his own command. <Why don't we all go back inside and talk about it tomorrow?>

<Master open door! Inside> Replied one of the dogs.

"Shut up!" Came a familiar yell, both Mike and Rose realizing that it was their neighbor. Mike couldn't help but think it was that man's car he'd almost hit when he was driving Mikey to camp. But, fatigue made it harder to focus on that.

Spent, Mike went back to the bed, circling a few times before he eventually laid down again and closed his eyes. His tail wagged slightly as Rose came over and licked his muzzle a few times before she, too, prepared to drift off to sleep.

******

It was far too early for the human Rose and Mike to be thinking of getting up when Titan bounded awake, running downstairs as though waiting for her masters to let her out. She even barked a couple of times to rouse the still-sleeping canines.

<Outside? Outside!> She seemed to declare, walking around the kitchen impatiently.

Their bladders full, both Mike and Rose roused to head downstairs and lead their now-packmate out into the yard where the three of them took the time to properly relieve themselves. Then, it was back inside for a breakfast of kibble, which Titan happily waited for until Rose and Mike had their fill. It seemed that pack behavior came with a pecking order. Though Mike and Rose felt bad for their pet, it was all part of the canine experience.

<Well, what did you want to do today?> Mike inquired, curious.

<How about the park? There are plenty of dogs there, and it's fenced off, so they are allowed to be off-leash. People might not even notice we are there without supervision!> Rose suggested.

<What if we get caught?> Mike wondered legitimately. After all, they had no tags or paperwork. Any capture by humans would prevent them from returning home and being able to change back once their vacation was done. Though the two of them had collars with fetish gear, which they had forgotten about in their eagerness to change, those didn't come with addresses or licenses. It was a bit of oversight on their part to do such a thing. But, getting two non-existent dogs registered was a trying task all on its own!

<Like they could catch up with us! We're smarter than the average dog. And if Titan gets caught, she has her tags and we can just change back and go get her. Look, I realize it's a risk, but it's a minimal one. And besides, we already talked about it,> Rose added, a whine in her canine infection that simply made Mike melt.

Titan's only contribution to the conversation was <Park? Walk? Play!> which served as the tie-breaker of sorts. Soon, the three of them were out the door, enjoying the breeze in their fur and the sun on their naked bodies as they ran and ran, like dogs without a care in the world.

******

Being a dog in a dog park was something that neither Mike nor Rose could have prepared for. For one thing, the canine scents from urine and feces, even though it was supposed to be collected by their owners, were almost overwhelming with the amount of information they carried. Everyone present had a story to tell, and it was fascinating to put faces to odors, more so than names to faces. Both Rose and Mike felt they could spend the entire day sniffing out information about their fellow canines.

But the energy in their bodies demanded something entirely different. The urge to run around, to bark at other dogs with calls of <Play!> and <Chase!>, was strongest. It truly felt like they could run all day and never have the other dogs catch up to them!

However, there were other smells that eventually beckoned Mike's attention. <Hey, I wonder if some of the humans will feed us if we beg?> Mike wondered out loud. Rose was tempted to scold him for only thinking about food, but the more she reflected on the idea, the more it started to appeal to her. After all, it seemed to be working for some of the other dogs...

Begging for scraps, though something Rose thought she might find demeaning, was actually a rather fun game when she tried. Some of her canine brethren were keen on joining her, asking for all manner of chicken, burgers, hotdogs, chips, and a variety of things she was sure dogs shouldn't eat but wanted to try anyway. Their combined efforts didn't always work, but when they did, Rose was happy to find that the various meats tasted even more intense to her new senses. Anything with spices would be far too much to the sensitive pallet of a dog!

Wandering the park for playmates turned out to be rather enjoyable in its own right as well. Many of the other dogs were 'off leash' as she was, and could run around the park just as freely as she. She was still a little chubby, not helped by all the snacks that she begged for. Therefore, the swift breeds quickly overtook her, running circles around her until she had to stop just to catch her breath. Still, it was far more than her human self could ever hope to do, which made it all the more rewarding.

She didn't want to stop too long, lest one of the humans realized that she did not have an owner, let alone a collar or tags. It wasn't allowed for non-collared animals to be on the premises, with a fine for the owners for being caught. Rose stopped for a moment, wishing they had donned their fetish gear before changing. Oh well. Too late now Though, good luck finding her as an owner when she was the dog! Rose thought to herself.

Mike, meanwhile, kept closer to Titan, allowing his pet to explore at her own pace. Titan was relatively relaxed, content to sniff the other dogs, not even barking or growling or talking to them as they exchanged the non-verbal greetings that dogs seemed to prefer to use. Mike, too, was getting used to using smell as a way of introduction, sniffing rectal glands and having his own sniffed in return.

It was during one of these such meetings that a peculiar odor met his nose, one that reminded him more of his wife than any of the other dogs. Rose was on the other side of the park, and besides, this dog was male. Yet, there was something familiar in the pheromones of the dog, one that elicited a sense of wrongness. Too many human scents were present like those Mike had only detected on Rose and himself before now. It was almost like this dog wasn't a real dog, in the same way that Mike was not. Mike still had more human smells on him than canine ones, likely why Titan was able to recognize him as both Master and dog.

<Smell! You! Master! Not Master!> Titan barked, clearly getting the same vibe off this dog that Mike was.

<No, I'm not your Master. Is that your Master?> The other dog asked, far more articulate than the cries of <Chase!> <Play!> <Eat!> that were coming from the other gathered dogs. There was no way...but then what else could explain...damn, what were the odds?

<Yup, that's me! I'm guessing you don't have a Master?> Mike asked, looking over the 'dog'. He appeared to be a Great Pyrenees, much larger than Mike or Rose. Mike was a decent expert on breeds, but it was harder to tell from his canine perspective.

<Well, I sort of do...at least while I'm like this!> Replied the dog, wagging his tail in eagerness. <Do you want to meet him? Do you have a Master with you, or are you alone? Wait... are you here with your mate? Did you want to get her, then?> The Pyrenees asked, knowing in the way that only a fellow canine could.

<Yeah, I'll get her! Rose? Rose!> Barked Mike, low enough that he wouldn't draw attention to himself but loud enough that Rose could hear him. That was one great part about being a dog, Mike realized. One of many that he was starting to enjoy on this vacation!

In a few minutes, Rose bounded over, evidently as eager to smell the human-turned-canine as Mike had been. The realization was not lost on her either as she spoke, more directly than Mike had thought to. <Wow, you're human too? Did you use pills to change as well? Or was it something else? Are you all alone?> She asked rapid-fire questions before the Pyrenees had time to respond.

<Yeah, pills from that website! Well, just me, for now, but my husband is going to try it in a few days, I think. We wanted to try some master-pet play for real and take turns treating each other like dogs,> The man-turned-dog barked, obviously excited to meet others who had changed like him.

<I didn't expect to meet another TF enthusiast so close to where I lived, let alone at the local park! Wayne is going to love this! Oh, by the way, my name is Owen! Nice to meet you and smell you!> He said, the bark ending in a bit of a laugh.

<I'm Rose, and this is my husband Mike. And our dog Titan, who was always a dog, as you can probably tell,> Rose answered as the four of them started to move towards the edge of the park, Owen in the lead. Eventually, they made it to another man who was looking out into the park with an expression of longing, as though he wished to join in on the doggie fun. That was likely to eventually be the case if Owen's words rang true!

<He can't understand us, of course, but I think he will get the hint! We've worked out a pretty good way of communicating!> Owen said, before walking up to Wayne and setting down in front of him, waiting for the leash to be attached to his collar.

"Hey honey, did you make some friends? You can go have some more fun with them but you know we can't take them with us!" Wayne said with a laugh.

Once collared, Owen looked up at Wayne with a look of acknowledgment, walking to Rose and Mike in turn. Barking once at each of them, as if to say <Them!> Then, he came to his husband, reaching up and nuzzling on his crotch for the briefest moment. To the onlooker, it would seem as any motion a dog might make. But to Mike and Rose, there was something loving to the gesture, lingering just enough that something of the human came through.

"They aren't really dogs, either? Is that what you mean? What are the odds? Well, then, let's get somewhere private, gang," said Wayne, heading out of the park towards a parked car. Owen was quick to follow, calling <Come on. If my hubby doesn't get it fully yet, then he will pretty soon>. Curious as to what he had in mind, both Rose and Mike followed, calling out <Titan! Come girl!> before they did so.

The canine quartet piled into Wayne's van, thankful that they could all fit. It wasn't too far of a drive for where Owen had in mind. It was a section of park bordering some forest, one that at least wasn't being monitored. There hadn't been any humans around, as best as Rose or Mike's noses could tell. All in all, it seemed like the perfect spot for play!

The four dogs got out of the van, Owen bounding out first and beckoning the others to follow. Rose went to chase him but ended up sniffing his hindquarters, in particular his swaying balls. She hovered there for a few extra minutes, panting heavily as she did so.

<Hey, not so enthusiastically!> Mike growled, but in truth, he was only half jealous. There was something freeing about playing with other dogs, though Mike and Rose had not considered going farther than that. They certainly hadn't in their bedroom play. So then why...?

Mike wasn't sure why his thoughts were going towards consenting to swing. Did Rose even want to mate with a male that wasn't Mike? And why did Mike not feel bothered by the notion? In fact, if the prickling in his loins was any indication, he liked the idea!

Rose, for her part, couldn't help but sniff the male's tackle, noticing first and foremost that he was not fixed. Of course, he wasn't; that would be a costly and timely procedure, and akin to mutilation for any human to undergo. Still, she couldn't get over just how male he smelled. There was something about the scent wafting from his balls that reawakened the fire in her loins from yesterday. Of course, Mike certainly did it for her, but the idea of mating this stud dog was getting more and more appealing the more she sniffed.

Rose knew that she should stop, that Mike was right there and would be more than adequate to quell the heat that was overcoming her rationality. But it was getting harder to think about anything but the massive balls she was eagerly sniffing. There was certainly some interest; Owen's cock was starting to full erection, dripping fluids that were all the more enticing to Rose's nose. Even if he was gay in human form his canine physiology seemed to swing both ways!

Rose could not take it anymore. Her seeking nose started goosing his ass, making the other dog whine as he allowed himself to be played over. Yet, he was evidently not expecting Rose to reach down with her tongue and start to lick his balls, playing the dexterous appendage over the base of his knot and tasting the fluids that were dripping from his penis.

<Whoa, Whoa! I'm down for some fun but you've got a husband there!> Owen said, though there was a hopeful quality in his whine that was not lost on any of the gathered canines.

<I don't mind...> Mike managed to bark out, wondering what it would look like to have the massive dog fuck his smaller wife. The prospect of them acting as their canine instincts dictated was more than he could bear, his cock sliding out of his sheath and begging for stimulation. As much as he wanted to be the one to fuck his wife, there was certainly a precedent for watching her get mated and sucking himself off that was slowly becoming more and more appealing.

Rose, for her part, was a little surprised to hear Mike's words. Mike was never the jealous sort, but Rose certainly didn't think that he was this open-minded. And, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have even considered it. But, lost in the moment and the potential heat of the situation...

<I mean, if you're sure...> Rose said, still licking at the Pyreness's massive testicles. Would a cock like that even fit inside of her? Her loins were begging to find out!

<I am, go for it, honey!> Mike said, raising his leg to stare at his own bobbing canine meat. They were all adults here, right?

Owen looked back at his husband, giving him that same, knowing, and loving look. "It's Ok honey. Have some fun! I'll be joining you in a few days, so long as you remember to share!" Wayne said, cementing the consent that they had for the actions.

With that, Rose wasted no time pulling away, getting down on her haunches, and lifting her tail. <Come and get me, big guy!> She barked playfully, inviting the male to breed her.

<OK miss, I'll be gentle> Owen replied, standing over the smaller Mastiff and hunching his hips to make sure his cock was on par with her cunt lips.

It seemed that he was inexperienced at mating females, which made sense on a number of levels. Still, Rose was determined to take his cock, pushing her cunt lips against his prodding dick and looking for the pointed tip. Owen wasn't helping, lost in canine rut as he seemed to be. He was frantically humping the air, eager for the hole that he couldn't seem to find.

Rose had him covered, however, being more experienced at sex with men and sex as a dog. Eventually, the pointed tip caught on her folds and she pushed with all her might, feeling him insert inside her. A gasp escaped her whining lips; the sheer size of him was more than anything that Rose had ever felt. Even her canine-shaped dildos paled in comparison with the sensation of being fucked as she was by this eager male. Rose was ecstatic!

<GGGRRRR... MORE! TIGHTER!> Owen barked, though it was almost impossible for Rose to tell with how eager he seemed to be. It was like he was steadily losing any control he might have had to fuck her like the dog he was. And in all honesty, Rose loved the prospect.

It felt a little painful to have him inside her, thrusting as hard as he was without any regard for the smaller dog's comfort. Still, there was something arousing in the primal act that made Rose swell at from bestial fucking. She wanted this more than she could have imagined and there was nothing to stop her from being fucked and knotted!

All the while, Mike was lapping at his own dick, rushing as best as he could while keeping one eye on the rutting couple. He wanted to try and cum to the sight of Owen knotting his wife. He wouldn't have thought himself a swinger but the idea of watching someone else take his love was more arousing than he thought possible. Especially the way she panted from lust! Mike wondered how she was taking such a mammoth cock in her smaller cunt lips but it was obvious that Rose was voicing no complaints!

<YEESSS...KNOT...FUCK!> Owen seemed to growl out, and Rose could feel the canine maleness trying to get all the way inside of her. It wouldn't be long now and Rose would have it no other way.

<Please! Harder! Need it! So bad!> Came the reply, making the white-furred beast fuck her faster and faster.

Clenching muscles did their best to allow the male's knot entry, and before she knew it, her walls were forced open by a cock that was far larger than she should have been able to take. The moment it was inside was the moment that the pressure in Rose's loins grew too much. She came, crying out <Oh, YES!> as her body was wracked with relief from its heat. Her rapid-fire clenching was enough that she was soon rewarded with a filling of canine cream for her trouble, her new mate barking incoherently with her as the two of them rocked with release.

No sooner had the two of them reached orgasm than a splash of warm semen hit Mike in the nose and tongue and he did his best to lap it up as fast as he could. He could smell that they had come and that only served to make his own orgasm more potent. He even didn't mind the tangy, salty taste this time, enjoying the intricacies of the flavor that could only be detected with canine senses.

Coming down from the amazing orgasm, Mike realized that the two of them were tied together in canine fashion. He knew it would be some time until they parted, but that was OK. All the more time for them to enjoy the afterglow. Still, he got up, walked over to Rose, and licked her lips a few times, lovingly. Rose eagerly returned the gesture, lapping at some of the cum that Mike's tongue had missed. It was a sign that even sharing each other physically couldn't shake their bond and could be enjoyed for the fun it was.

Titan, for her part, seemed not to pay attention to the mating and rutting of her masters- turned-packmates. The sounds of chittering squirrels seemed to hold more interest to the full canine as she barked up trees, calling <Here! Down here! Now!> to the beasts in the trees that taunted her.

Rose, of course, was stuck to the male. Mike thought that to be the only adequate 'punishment' that she received for the fun. Eager to taunt her, he beckoned Titan to play chase, their pet taking off in the field as Mike raced after her, so as to tease the tied pair. Yet, the ache of his knot slapping against his inner thighs as he ran made it so Rose had the last laugh after all!

<How was that? I've never been with a woman, but, I figured, with canine instincts...> Owen said, as though in a way of apology.

<It was amazing. Glad you picked a bigger breed,> Rose responded, though she wasn't fond of the long wait times between being knotted. Still, the aftershocks of orgasm were more than worth it, though she didn't want to admit that to her one-time lover!

Eventually, the pair of them pulled apart, running after the other Mastiff and their pet. There was much more to smell in this area of the woods than what they could experience from just the clearing entrance. Occasional cries of <Squirrel!> and <Where? I see him!> could be heard as they hunted and chased in only the way that dogs could.

Yet, Mike couldn't quite keep his eyes off the great Pyrenees that Owen had chosen to take the form of for his own vacation. In particular, it was the dog's tackle that had Mike's interest. How had it felt for Rose to be fucked in such a manner? Should he have taken the form of another breed? Or was it a little too painful, a one-off experience for her before she went back to Mike's eager doggie cock?

Yet, there was something else playing over Mike's mind as he reflected upon his wife's sexual encounter. Surely, she would grant him the same reprieve if the circumstance came up. And it wasn't going to, not this week. But, if they happened across another changed dog, then everything was on the table. Wasn't it?

But wait, didn't they have a changed dog among them? Mike would have assumed he was one hundred percent straight and that only a human-turned bitch would do it for him. But, he had loved the sight of Owen mating. He had admitted of being a little bicurious here and there, perhaps only late at night and drunk to Rose, but still true. And Owen was clearly gay...

<Is that a rocket in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?> Came the now-familiar bark of Owen, who had apparently noticed that Mike had been staring with intent. His rocket was sliding out of its home, hanging below him, as were his balls. It was one of the wonderful aspects of canine stamina. Mike could cum multiple times a day if he wanted. And, today it seemed, he wanted it!

<Or did you want some alone time with that lovely wife of yours? Of course, you do! I can even give you some privacy if you want! Or, I can watch, if that's your preference. Or, I can even...>

<Fuck me?> Mike asked before even thinking about the words coming out of his mouth. He had been considering it, certainly. It was how he wanted it, Mike was sure. A brief clenching in his asshole told him as much. What would it be like to be fucked? He was a dog after all. There was no risk doing it with a stranger, as best as he could tell.

<Fuck you? If you're sure, I wouldn't mind a go,> Owen replied, seemingly serious. And Mike, he slowly realized, was as well. He wanted this, to experiment. It was hardly the weirdest thing he'd want to try to do as a dog. Hell, he might as well go for it!

Glancing to Rose to ask permission, Rose was already prepared with her answer. <Go for it, honey! Just be careful, he's a biggie! Might not be the best first time for an unused doggie pucker!> Rose said, with a little bit of a smirk in her inflection.

Mike knew that tone all too well. His wife was amused with the notion of him taking cock, and would likely love to see his struggle. And she would most likely pleasure herself in whatever fashion she deemed fit at the sight.

<Well, Owen, my wife thinks highly of you. You better not disappoint!> Mike replied, a little nervous as he did so.

<I think my husband could vouch for me if he could understand dog. I mean he will be when he joins me for a couple of days, and then we switch. But I think that he thinks highly of my abilities as a top,> Owen replied matter-a-factly.

Mike could clearly see that Owen was eager and willing, physically in particular. His massive canine cock was fully out of his sheath now, the bulge at the base forced the foreskin back even more. It was even leaking precum like he'd been a dog starved of sex, though he'd just mated Rose. That, and who knew what fun he and his husband got up to behind closed doors. Mike certainly wasn't one to judge!

After what felt like a few minutes, Mike stared, horny as hell, as his cock bobbed underneath him. He wasn't sure how to proceed if he was being honest with himself. Was he supposed to do something specific, or...

It was almost as though Owen could read his thoughts, or perhaps had been experienced enough to know how to talk to someone without that level of knowledge of sex outside the heteronormative. <I'll take the lead on this one. Just need access to your backdoor and we can go at it doggie style> He said, no hint of shaming Mike in his tone.

Mike felt himself relax at that. He got up, remembering the position that Rose had put herself in. Though, he lowered himself a little more than that, recalling that Owen's target was a little different than with Rose. The position comfortable, Mike did his best to prepare mentally for the first experiment in his life with a man. Sure, he was an animal, but...

Suppressing a whine, Mike was nonetheless startled when Owen started licking Mike's rear access, tonguing the inside of it and opening him up in a way that left Mike almost panting. He was briefly worried about cleanliness but soon realized that it was silly. They were dogs after all, and it wasn't anything different than when they licked themselves!

Mike had felt some semblance of anal pleasure when he'd cleaned himself prior, but he'd tried to have as little contact down there as possible. It was that experience that had him wondering what penetration would be like. The brief tease that it gave him was enough that Mike only figured he wanted more.

<So good, Owen, damn... this is nice...> Mike moaned, encouraging Owen to keep going. He loved the sensation of being tongued so much that his cock was drooling rivulets of precum. If Mike didn't know any better, he could possibly cum just from the rectal stimulation alone!

<*SLURP* If you think *SLURP* that's good *SLURP* wait till you get the D,> Owen replied as he finally pulled out. Mike whined without words for a moment, desperate for what he knew would come next. Owen had both opened him up and lubed his pucker in one go. It was time.

<Just relax, big guy, I'll take care of the driving,> Owen said, and Mike stood still as a shadow descended over him. The much larger dog towered over him, almost enough that he could touch the ground with his massive paws. Owen still gripped Mike by the sides, making the smaller dog shiver. He could feel the lust in his loins building in anticipation for what was to come.

Time seemed to stand still as the pointed prick of Owen's canine cock teased his backdoor, making the man-turned dog whine again. Instinctively, Mike found himself pushing back with his doggie pucker, eager to take that rod inside of him and have the massive Pyreese take him. Owen did just that, shoving forward with a force that almost left Mike stunned. The sheer size and power of the larger beast were staggering in perspective!

Still, Mike was determined, and he simply gritted his canine teeth and allowed himself to get used to the size of the girth inside of him. It hurt, certainly, not having been used to that type of penetration. It filled him up, pushing against muscles that did not seem meant to take something the other way.

Yet, there was a pleasurable pressure that was slowly building inside of him, deeper than Mike was expecting. It sent shivers towards his cock, making it inch further from its home and leak copious fluids. By the time that Mike could feel Owen's knot pressing against his rectum, the pleasurable sensations were running all the way down to his cock and making him squirm. The fluids leaking out became more and more viscous until Mike felt he could cum from the sensations alone!

Though tempted to crawl away from the onslaught to his rear, Mike soon barked out <Ouch!> as something was forcefully slammed into his rectum. Mike reflexively tried to pull back but was stunned to feel that he could not move more than an inch. The rod in his anus started to pulsate as though the much larger dog was preparing to spill his seed.

<You're so...tight...gonna cum...uuggghhh...RRROOOWWWWW!> Owen barked out, the last of the words a simple canine cry of release as Mike was filled up with the warm fluid. It was a strange, wet warmth, but not one that was entirely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the pressure was getting to be so much that it was hard for Mike to hold back. His fluids were coming faster now, a torrent of precum that was soon to be a monsoon. It was maddening not to be able to touch himself like this, needing the stimulation but not able to put any pressure on himself directly.

Lost in lust as he was, Mike's nose was unaware of the presence of his wife before she was in front of him, panting her doggie breath into his face. Mike went to open his muzzle but Rose was on him, licking at it tenderly like taking him in a passionate embrace. The sudden sensation made him entirely forget that he had a canine phallus in his backdoor, and Mike returned the gesture, kissing his wife while taking cock in his bowels.

Not a word needed to be exchanged between the two of them as Rose broke the kiss, licking Mike's cheek once more before getting down on her haunches and sniffing at the fluids leaking from Mike's engorged cock. Before Mike knew what she had in mind, Rose was on him, lapping at his cock like a tasty summer treat. She started gently over the tip, then wound her tongue around the shaft before finally settling on the skin just above Mike's bulging knot.

That was all the prompting Mike required. His hips rocked as hard as they could with the knot still lodged in his backside. Mike felt his entire body shaking, held in place as it was, as the pleasure pushed him over the edge into uncontrollable orgasm.

<Oh...Oh god... I'm cumming!> Mike barked out as his doggie rod shook and expelled its modest load all over Rose's muzzle. She simply licked the spurting cream, swallowing it more greedily than she ever had during their human love-making sessions. Her tongue teased the tip of his cock, applying just enough pressure to coax more of his cum from his balls as Mike took more seed from his tied friend.

Mike panted for a few moments, the powerful release more than he was prepared for. Having a knot inside him, stimulating his prostate and his insides, was a powerful aphrodisiac indeed. Moreover, the sensations of sex and being sucked off, though not as extreme as knotting his wife, were definitely worth the experience!

Mike tried to get up but was promptly reminded that he would be stuck in that position so long as Owen's knot told him so. <Sorry about that. The price for amazing sex. You were a great fuck, by the way,> Owen said, licking the back of Mike's neck.

Mike would have blushed if he was able. His first time with a male, and he had performed admirably, it seemed. It was odd to take pride in his sexual prowess, especially as a dog, but the words did bring with them a sense of satisfaction.

Still, Mike was left to sit there and wait until Owen's knot deflated. Deciding to get comfortable, Mike was nonetheless distracted by the constant sounds of the forest around them. It was almost maddening to hear such a world and be physically unable to explore it as his canine instincts dictated. He wanted, more than anything, to jump up and chase every bird, every squirrel, and chipmunk. But in his current position, reeling from orgasmic afterglow, he could do nothing but sit there and be taunted by the nature all around him!

Worse was what his wife did next, coming up to him and giving him a series of gentle licks. Mike leaned into the attention, liking that Rose was being so affectionate. But then, the last lick ran over his muzzle, long and slobbery and ruining the mood. She then bounded off, barking for Titan to join her as the two of them teased Mike in the manner that he teased her prior.

Mike tried to get up reflexively again but was pulled back to his senses by the knot that was now painfully tugging on his insides. He growled, a laugh coming from Owen with a <Now now, big guy. Remember you're stuck!> While Mike yelled out <OK, OK, you win!> as his wife and pet went to tell the squirrels and chipmunks what was what.

******

At the end of their visit, Rose and Mike barked their goodbyes, hoping that Owen would remember their address. They were across town from the couple as it seemed, but not far enough that future visits would be out of the question. Both had hopes of acquiring more of the transformative pills in the future, provided that the experience went well for all involved. And so far, it had! The couples made plans to meet up and hopefully explore their newfound canine selves once more.

With that, the trio was returned to the park, running around and playing well into the evening, as the sun was going down and the visitors to the park were starting to file out. Mike and Rose, however, were far too lost in the activities to notice, until the words "Take the problematic dogs out" came to their ears, and they bolted for the exit, calling out to Titan who excitedly chased her parents/packmates. The last thing they needed was someone calling animal control!

<I hope no one broke in,> Rose panted as they arrived back at their house. It was the one risk they'd taken in leaving their door open.

<Probably not. Worst case is someone came to close the door. Like that,> Mike said, suddenly as the trio came up to the closed door. It seemed likely that someone had been along, after all. A concerned neighbor, perhaps? Why would a thief take the time to close the door behind themselves?

<OK. No worries. We can get the door open. I should be able to manage it,> Mike said as he got up on his hind legs to try to reach it. He should have been able to get his paws around the knob, as troublesome as it would be. It might take a few attempts, but Mike was sure that...

Yet, all of his efforts were quickly in vain as he realized the knob would not budge. Thinking it to be an issue with his paws, Mike nonetheless quickly concluded that he could not get in, no matter how much he tried.

As he struggled and pawed at the door he couldn't help but notice a peculiar aroma on the handle, clearly the last person who had touched it. It wasn't Mike or Rose, that was certain. It was a familiar smell, but one that carried with it more prominent tones than other human odors that they had thus far encountered. It was as though the scents he associated with emotion were closer to the surface, easier to read than the adults in the park. In this case, the odors elicited words like 'worry' and 'confusion' more loudly than other human smells they were accustomed to.

Mike was about to bark at Rose to see if she could try to get it when the sounds of something moving inside caught both of their attentions. Titan called out <In! In!> in an attempt to be let inside by a familiar presence.

"Titan? Is that you out there girl? Where are mom and dad?" Asked a familiar voice. This time it made both people-turned-dogs shiver with the realization. Mikey was home.

The door opened, and the now much taller visage of their son stood in the doorway, allowing Titan to pad in tail wagging.

<Brother!> Titan called out, making both parents confused for a moment. Was that how Titan saw Mikey? It was cute, but not their primary care in the moment.

"How did you get out, girl? Did someone try to break in? Shit, why aren't mom and dad answering their cell phones?" Mikey questioned before his gaze fell to his parents-turned-dogs, who were somewhat foolishly looking up at him, dumbfounded.

"Where did you two come from? Did Titan make some new friends?" He asked, which made both Mike and Rose freeze with a start. Of course, Mikey would view them as a pair of strays!

<Mikey, it's us!> Mike barked, realizing too late that his words were lost on human ears.

"Sorry girl, your new friends can't come in. I don't know who they belong to. Besides, mom and dad would kill me. It's bad enough they don't know I'm coming back early from camp. Stupid thing getting canceled," Mikey said, as though talking to the two dogs. They were sure he did that from time to time, as most people likely did.

With that, the door closed, though the enhanced canine hearing both possessed allowed them to hear Mikey talking to Titan. "I'm glad I was able to get a ride home, at least. But where are mom and dad? Did something happen? Where did you go, girl?" He asked, with Titan barking <Outside!> in her simplistic speech.

<Well, what do we do, now?> Mike said, lying down at the front stoop.

<Hope Mikey forgets to lock the door? He's not going to forget after coming home to it open!> Rose said, having obvious faith in their son.

<We have to get in, it's where the pills are! Preferably when Mikey isn't home to see us change,> Mike added, looking up at the light on in Mikey's room above the back door.

<He locked the back door, but did he get the front one? We can check,> Rose offered, getting up>

<No, we can't. Not while he's home, anyway,> Mike said, suddenly feeling very tired from their activities that day. <He'll kick us out and lock the door for sure. Unless he calls animal control first,> Mike added with a sigh.

<Let's just get some sleep. We can figure it out in the morning,> Rose said as the two of them curled up in the cool evening air and passed out. It was not nearly as ideal as sleeping on soft beds, but, so long as they had each other, it make do.

******

The sound of the door opening roused both dogs from slumber as it nearly hit Mike in the flanks. Mikey was there, donned in summer clothes and a backpack, Both parents knew that it was likely that he was headed over to a friend's house. To their dismay, Mikey promptly locked the door, before looking down at the two dogs still there.

"You guys still here? I'm sorry, I can't let you in! Mom and dad would freak. If you're still here when I get back, I'll bring you some kibble, OK?" Mikey said, to which both parents barked <Sure!>

It was quickly apparent what their mission was. They needed to earn Mikey's trust to be allowed inside. Both wagged their tails, eager expressions on their faces as they stood up, sitting on haunches like the most well-behaved dogs in the world.

"Wow, you two sure are friendly! But I can't keep you! Not until mom and dad come back!" Came the reply, though both dogs decided not to let their spirits sink. They had all the time in the world to try and get inside, after all, to allow themselves to turn back into humans. They preferred it would be in less than a week so they could keep their respective jobs, but that wasn't the priority when their humanity was on the line!

The day passed slowly as Mike and Rose played in the yard, trying to expel their doggie energy. Several times, Titan called out to them <Out? Play?>, not understanding that neither of them had the ability to open the door and allow her to play with them. It was almost heartbreaking to leave her alone when they were right there.

As the day wore on, Mike and Rose found they were starting to get hungry, hoping Mikey was soon on his way home. Besides eating garbage, which was sure to get them in trouble with neighbors, there was nothing else out there for supper. Thankfully, as the afternoon started to fade into evening, the sounds and scents of Mikey walking to the back porch came to their senses. Both dogs stood up, wagging their tails so as to not look like some kind of easily angered sentries.

Mikey, for his part, seemed to be excited by the presence of the dogs, reaching down to pet them as Rose licked his hand and Mike motioned for more pets when Mikey was done. "You two sure are friendly. I wish mom and dad were home, then I could let you in. But for now, let's get you two some kibble, OK?" He offered, heading inside without leaving a gap for the dogs to get in.

<Well, at least he's feeding us,> Mike offered, getting an annoyed look from Rose

<What? You still want to be a dog, don't you? We were planning on staying dogs longer than this,> Mike offered.

<Yes, but I wanted to be a dog indoors, then run outside and play and go back and forth. If I wanted to live outside, I would have chosen to go somewhere to be a wolf!> Rose exclaimed, a little more angrily than she had intended.

<Alright, fair point. We have a few days to win him over. Not like his parents can come home and catch him,> Mike laughed, making Rose giggle slightly, too.

<At least it's not raining,> Mike offered as he got down on the porch, resting as Rose groaned again at his misplaced optimism before getting down beside her husband for the night. Being used to it by now, sleep came easily as the two used their warm, furry bodies to comfort each other.

******

The next day, Mikey left the house at a decent hour, though not before checking on his parents-turned-dogs and feeding them more kibble. There was plenty in the house; Mike and Rose didn't have to worry about them running out for at least a few weeks. They ate hastily, however, noticing that Mikey was grabbing his bike this time. There was little time to eat lest they not be able to follow him as was their plan.

They needn't have worried. Their canine senses were more than up for the task of tracking Mikey's bike, even when out of human view. They could still hear it from blocks over, and even if they lost the sound, the scents of their home on its tires across the pavement were more than sufficient to track its whereabouts.

Still, it took a long time running for both of the somewhat chubby canines to reach their eventual destination. A few blocks away, both deduced that they were headed to the soccer field, where Mikey might have a game. Rose, between panting, recalled that if the trip was canceled, most of the kids would be back to play and that it was likely they were practicing.

Both dogs entered the park with no intention of being stealthy, wanting Mikey to see them. They came to the edge of the field, sitting and watching as their son and his friends went through their warm-up exercises. It did take a few minutes for Mikey to notice them, and he did, in fact, run over to see them between exercises. "What are you guys doing here? How did you follow me? Never mind that, why did you follow me? You aren't still hungry, are you?" He wondered, before being called back to the game by the coach.

After a few minutes of conversation, upwind and thus out of earshot, Mikey came back, looking angry and sullen. Both parents turned pets looked at their son with expressions of concern, not likely something that sat well on canine features. Still, the more they appealed to Mike's sense of empathy the more likely it was that they could win him over, as was the plan.

"Great, you two got me in trouble! Coach says no pets allowed! Now I have to take you home before I can play again!" Mikey whined, reaching down to push the dogs away from his bike. Instead of protesting, Rose and Mike simply pulled back at the motions, not barking or acting in any way aggressive.

"I don't even have anything to tie you guys up with! I have to go all the way back to the house to tie you up until mom and dad get home and we can figure out who owns you," Mikey whined, making both Rose and Mike feel bad for their son. It wasn't their intention to inconvenience him, after all. They had just wanted to follow him, to make him realize that they were more than just strays.

"I wish you hadn't followed me. I wish you would just go away! Go on, get!" Mikey yelled suddenly, running at the dogs and trying to get them to back away.

<I'm sorry Mikey! It's mom and dad! We didn't mean to ruin your game!> Rose whined, startling their son, who was about to run at the dogs again. She hadn't meant for the gesture to be aggressive but it likely appeared that way coming from a dog that he did not know.

Mikey stopped then, as Mike started to bark as well. <Sorry son! We just need to get back in the house. You just need to trust us, OK?>

"Are you trying to tell me something? I don't speak dog!" Mikey said, with almost a laugh at that. It seemed that he didn't think them to be aggressive, at least. But still, both Mike and Rose fell silent. Of course, he couldn't understand them. Talking was almost pointless, save to try and show Mikey they were capable of communicating.

"Here, boy! Here girl! Maybe this will get rid of you," Mikey said as he reached into his backpack to pull out a small, oval object Mike and Rose immediately recognized as a softball.

He took it for a moment, holding it out to the two dogs as though allowing them a sniff. Neither parent took the bait, instead staring Mikey in the eyes. There was something Mikey found haunting in that stare, though he had no point of reference as to what it was bothering him so much. It was like the dogs were looking into him, rather than past him as most animals seemed to do. It was a stare far more intelligent than anything Titan had ever given him, and it hardly made any sense.

Still, the dogs were proving more trouble than they were worth. "Go! Fetch!" Mikey yelled, throwing the object into the air and assuming the dogs would immediately chase after it.

Mike had to admit, it was a good try. His canine brain had been interested in the object, almost making him consider trying to chase it. It was rather taxing to force himself to keep staring at Mikey while the more interesting ball was sailing in the air. But, both he and Rose were diligent in trying to show Mikey that they were really his parents, not some stray dogs that could be so easily dismayed with a softball!

Mikey, for his part, seemed to be fed up with trying to get rid of his new canine companions. "Fine! Just leave me alone! Go home! GET!" Mikey yelled, running back towards the game and looking back to make sure the dogs weren't following.

<Mikey...> Rose went to call, but a look from Mike stopped her. Tail between her legs in shame, Rose got up, moving away from view of the field. Mike joined her, knowing that they were only hurting their son by staying here.

<Honey, have we failed as parents?> Rose asked, feeling more dejected than at any point in her life of parenthood. They had indulged in a selfish fantasy, not caring how it might affect their son's life. Though it should have been harmless, with no way to know that it would turn out this way, they had still done something unfair to their son. It would certainly put a damper on any future transformation activities, both reasoned.

Mike, for his part, felt similarly about the whole situation. <I don't think we failed. It's a learning curve, sure...> Mike left it to hang at that. That was an understatement. Learning to be parents while also being dogs was a new one. Not something that had ever been written about in a self-help book!

<Let's wait here. He won't want to see us when he's done, but we still have to show him who we are. Otherwise, he's never going to get his real parents back.> Rose suggested, the bitterness in her tone not lost.

Mike was a little disappointed in his wife's assessment of the situation. It wasn't selfish to want to do something for the two of them, after all. They had no way of knowing that this would happen! And, besides, they were every bit Mikey's parents even in the bodies of dogs. That would never change.

Mike found his thoughts wandering as they sat under the shade of a tree a street over from the park. The waiting was getting to be the worst part of losing their access to the house. There were so many things they wanted to do, to experience, to...sniff. The world was so different from a dog's eyes, and they already had to spend so much of their vacation making sure that it wasn't a permanent one. It was almost maddening to have to let the world pass them by!

Finally, the familiar sounds of their son coming hit their ears as Mikey started walking towards them, bike in tow instead of being ridden. There seemed to be another friend with him, a boy named Patrick, Rose recognized. The two were talking about the game, though the subject soon changed to one that held both dogs' attention.

"Man, I wish my parents would answer. They said they were taking the week off but they didn't say they were going anywhere," Mikey said, a whine in his tone.

"Dude, don't complain. I would kill to have my parents away for the week. You should throw a killer party!"

<No parties!> Rose barked, without thinking.

Hearing the sound of a dog barking, Mikey and Patrick looked up to see the two Mastiffs sitting there, staring at them as though waiting for them to pass.

"Again? I told you to go home," Mikey whined, clearly annoyed by their presence.

"Dude, those dogs are following you everywhere? Maybe they can be your parents now!" Patrick said, with a laugh. Mikey gently punched him on the shoulder for that remark.

"Man, I'm kind of worried. What if something like, happened, you know? My parents never let their phones be off this long. And the door was opened when I got home. It was like someone broke in! Nothing was taken, though. Maybe they just wanted my parents. Maybe they owe money to someone!" Mikey said, the fear clearly present in both his tone and the scents coming off his body.

"Dude, this isn't a movie! They probably went somewhere away for the weekend. You know, like a romantic getaway or some shit. Their phones are off because they don't want to be bothered! They'll answer soon. Besides, did you get a ransom note? No! Stop being such a baby," Patrick replied, hitting Mikey gently on the arm again.

"What about Titan? She was just hanging out with these two dogs. Why would mom and dad just leave her in the house with no one to look after her?" Mikey questioned. Both Rose and Mike perked up their ears at that.

<Smart boy! That's my son!> Rose barked, excitedly. That would be a harder mystery to explain away with simple happenstance.

"See, I told you those dogs were your parents! Ever see 'The Shaggy dog?' Maybe you should try talking to them. Ask them if they've seen your parents. Or if they are your parents, HA!" Patrick said,

<Yes, that's right! We're your parents! You just have to let us in the house, and we can show you! Well, maybe not show you, because we'll be naked. But at least you'll have your parents back!> Mike said, realizing that he had not really thought this whole thing through.

"Get a load of this fucking loser. Thinks his parents are dogs. No fucking wonder, his mom's already such a bitch!" Came another voice, this one sounding like an older boy, though not one either Mike or Rose recognized.

A quick sniff of the air made it clear that there was more than one older boy coming towards their son and his friend. Mike and Rose counted four in all, which was not a good sign. Mikey hadn't ever complained about bullies, but there were sometimes he'd come home with more scrapes and bruises than what his sports activities should have allowed for.

"Don't call my mom a bitch, asshole!" Mikey yelled, startling both parents. Is this how he spoke when they weren't around?

<Don't use that language!> Rose barked, seemingly not aware that she couldn't be understood.

The first boy walked over, as though threatening to push or hit Mikey. "I'm the asshole? You're the worst players on the team, dipshits!" He said, towering over the smaller boys with all the intimidation of a bully who knew that he had more power on his side.

"Fuck you, Robbie!" Patrick said, trying to sound tough in the face of adversity.

Rose was not impressed with the turn of events, though perhaps not for the right reasons. <Hey, language! Mikey, remember, use your words and call the coach for help!> Rose barked, sure that her son would do the best thing in the situation.

"Yeah, fuck you, Robbie!" Mikey retorted, using the same sentiment as his friend.

<Not those words!> Mike barked, shocked.

"Hey, where did you get the mutts, you little bitch?" Robbie asked, closing in on the group of them with the other bullies in tow.

Both Mike and Rose were not having this. Not only were their son and friend outmatched in size but they were outnumbered two to one. It was not a fair situation and not one where the boys were likely to escape from on their bikes.

One of the bullies went to pick up a rock, likely thinking that the dogs seemed rather aggressive. Yet, with their attention on them, there was no way the rock would hit home, the dogs easily dodging out of the way. Though each canine was a little chubby for their breed, it was no trouble to move faster than the humans trying to harm them.

<Let's get them,> Mike growled, crouching down and baring his teeth. He wasn't the most threatening of breeds, he knew. But he and his wife were pretty big, growling and circling like the wolves their species were based on. Rose was equally pissed, not wanting anyone to hurt her boy. Insulting her was one thing but her son was off limits!

"Hey, call your mutts off!" Robbie called out as he pulled out another rock and got ready to throw it.

Yet, Mike was on him, grabbing the rock from his hand without grazing the boy's skin. He didn't want to actually hurt the boy, as tempting as it was. Being euthanized for attacking and injuring him would not be suitable for their last stint as canines! Rather, his goal was simply to startle the boy, to make him and the other bullies back off. They were still rather large dogs, capable of inflicting some credible harm if they were so inclined. And, best of all, the bullies didn't know that he had any intention of showing restraint!

<Get away from my son! Bad! Bad human!> Rose barked, growling her anger all the while. Motherly instincts were powerful, and backed up by a dog's jaws was not something to be trifled with!

<Get! Shoo! Leave my son alone unless you want to get bit!> Mike added, his barks not intelligible to the humans but his point likely getting across all the same.

Both of them continued to force their way forward as Robbie pulled back, not sure what to do in the situation. He jumped forward, trying to startle the two Mastiffs by threatening to kick them, but the dogs did not budge.

<You'd actually kick a dog? You piece of crap! Go! Go home! Bad!> Mike barked.

"These are my two trained dogs. They won't attack if I don't tell them to, but they won't back off either. What's it going to be, Robbie? Want to leave us alone now?" Mikey said, trying his best to sound confident.

It was obvious to both of the changed dogs that Mikey was scared, the fear so strong they could almost taste it. Still, Mikey likely sounded brave enough to a pair of bullies without their canine senses. As if to drive home the point, Mike and Rose both barked again in unison, trying to push back the bullies. To their relief, none of the others seemed to step forward, apparently not wanting to risk the ire of the angry dogs.

"Fuck, OK, you get off, for now, you little shit! Better pray I don't come find you when those dogs aren't around. And you better not make them chase us!" Robbie yelled, turning to run away.

"You better hope I don't!" Mikey yelled back at them, the confidence absent from his voice. Still, Robbie wasn't intent on sticking around to hear any more of it as he walked slowly away, not wanting to run lest he prompt either canine to chase him.

<Yeah, that's right! Run, you little shit!> Mike barked, triumph present in the words.

<Mike! Language!> Rose replied, shocked that her husband would resort to that kind of talk as well.

<What? It's not like they can understand us. I can call him whatever I want to and Mikey won't hear it! Little bitch! Yeah, that's it! Run home with your tail between your legs!> Mike called after the retreating boys.

Once they were out of sight, Mikey breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't known how the situation would go down, after all. His 'trained dog' thing had been a gambit, after all, not one that he had been expecting to win. It was worth celebrating!

Coming over to the pair, Mikey trepidly reached out to give them pets. All doggy smiles and wagging tails, both pet parents went to greet their son, licking him and slobbering all over his arms. They needed, more than anything else, to let him know that they were safe and that they would not hurt their son. Whatever else Mikey thought about the dogs, they wanted Mikey to think that they belonged to him, more for love than any desire to return to their humanity.

Mikey reached out to hug them in response."Man, I love you guys! I wish mom and dad would let me keep you, but I don't know where you came from. And we have Titan already..." Mikey said, a little sadly.

Both Mike and Rose felt for him at that moment. The weight of the realization hung heavy for both parents. Though they were able to protect him as dogs, it was their fault for getting him in this mess in the first place, after all.

They followed Mikey back to the house, though he was a little faster on the bike than the two of them could make it. Mikey called back to them "Head home if you want to, OK? Home!" Like he was a little bit unsure if he wanted the dogs to follow. Mike and Rose understood. It was a little daunting to bring the dogs back home if he couldn't keep them. If the dogs went home, or, better yet, returned to their human bodies, then there would be no need to worry if they could be kept or not.

When they finally arrived back at the house, they could smell that Mikey wasn't there, however, making both concerned. <Maybe he went to his friend's house?> Mike postulated.

<I'm not sure. Do you know where he lives? Did you want to go and look?> Rose said, sounding worried.

<No, I don't remember. I think I could drive there, but I don't know how to get there as a dog. We might as well wait for him. I don't think Robbie is going to go after him. At least, I hope not,> Mike said, sounding sullen.

There was little else they could do but to wait for their son's return. The two of them didn't really have the motivation to play, tired as they were. Instead, they slept away the afternoon, unfortunately having to tell Titan <Sorry, girl, we can't> even as she asked repeatedly <Outside? Play?>

Eventually, the sound of Mikey's bike coming down the street roused both dogs from their half-sleep, and they stood up, tails wagging instantly at the sight of their son. What they had not expected, however, was the sight of several more boys coming with him, all talking excitedly about having the place to themselves while 'Mikey's parents were away'.

<That little brat! He's going to throw a house party!> Rose said, growling slightly at the realization.

<Now, honey, let's see what they get up to. Maybe he deserves a little fun, so long as he doesn't break anything,> Mike said, both dogs deciding to stay silent while the boys all came up the stoop and into the house.

"Are these them?" One of the boys asked, looking at the two obedient Mastiffs with some reverence. Both Mike and Rose couldn't help but feel some pride towards that. Even if they were obviously smarter than average dogs, it was the praise, and, perhaps, eventual treats, that had both excited!

"Yup! I personally trained these two strays to protect me from bullies!" Mikey said, the bullshit obvious to both parents. Judging from the scents in his friends, they didn't believe it, either. Though, to a certain extent, it was true, at least the fact they would likely listen to Mikey's commands if it would gain his trust.

"It's true, you should have seen it!" Patrick exclaimed, sincere. He, at least, was impressed with their escapades. Not surprising, since he'd seen them first hand.

"Well, get them to show off!" One of the other boys demanded, and Mike could tell his son was nervous, not sure what the dogs would do with other commands.

Determined not to let him down, both immediately responded to all the commands of 'sit' 'stay' 'fetch' 'roll over' 'speak', and anything else Mikey could think of to ask. Rose and Mike diligently followed suit, wanting to put on a show for the friends. After all, trained dogs would be let into the house, and given access to the pills that would prevent their canine vacation from being permanent!

Yet, that didn't seem to be the case. After all of the boys had filed into the house, Mikey went to close the door, not allowing the canines entry, no matter how much Titan barked <Play? Play?> from inside the house. Mike and Rose felt their hearts sink at that. What would it take to get into the house? Maybe Mikey would leave the door unlocked with all the kids inside. It would look suspicious to be seen inside the house, but there was little other option at this juncture.

"Hey, why are you leaving your dogs outside?" Patrick asked, and Mikey came to the door, prompting Mike and Rose to sit obediently, keeping up the trained dog act.

"Yeah, you're right. Better bring them inside," Mikey said, nervousness not lost in his voice as he did so. Both Mike and Rose leaped up, tails wagging as they made their way towards salvation.

Mikey muttered something along the lines of "well, the house can't get any messier with two more dogs. Hope they're indoor trained, at least," as both Mastiffs bounded past.

Yet, before they could make it up the stairs, Mikey called out "Hey, stay! Sit!" prompting the couple to do just that. It wouldn't do to have Mikey chase them up the stairs and watch his parents change back into naked humans. That would take some explaining, after all, not something either parent had in mind to do. So, until Mikey left his guard down, they were stuck on the main floor with the partying youths.

Much to the relief of both parents, Mikey's idea of a house party was simply pizza, movies, and video games. It was something that both parents would let him do if the chance came up. Mikey and his friends seemed responsible enough, though they didn't bother to clean up after themselves all that well, which was an annoyance. Still, the two changed dogs had left their share of a mess, so they could hardly blame the teens for being a little absent-minded on those matters. Besides, the kids were more than generous with pettings and even treats of people food, to the delight of the eager dogs.

Though it was soon obvious that the party was to be a sleepover, Mike and Rose were elated. It would be likely for all of them to sleep in the den, giving the two canines the chance to go upstairs and grab their pills. Release from their canine forms and the possible fate of being stuck like this were in their grasp.

<Well, if we change back now, there's no way we are getting by the kids,> Rose said as they came up to their bedroom. <Besides, we still have a few days left of vacation, right?> She asked, a little hopefully.

<What do you want to do, then? Store the pills outside? What about our clothes?> Mike asked, already answering his own question by grabbing his discarded underwear off the floor. At least it was something to prevent the neighbors from seeing them naked, though just as likely to raise questions!

Each taking their pill in their muzzle, the duo headed downstairs, their gentle padding not stirring the sleeping boys. It was a little troublesome unlocking the door, but at least something that was possible from the inside. Re-locking it after they'd planted their targets outside was impossible, but both agreed that Mikey would likely just forget that he'd done so in the morning.

'

Placing both the pills under the deck along with undergarments, both dogs felt they were set. There was a spare key outside they could use to get in if Mikey left the door locked, and it was only a matter of waiting till Mikey was out so they could get in and have 'returned home from vacation'.

With everything they could think of necessary taken care of, the two pet-parents decided to curl up with their son, feeling more proud of him than they could recall. They had raised a resourceful son, and, moreover, a responsible one. He deserved at least the comfort of a canine companion if they couldn't give him praise as parents just yet. Mikey even reached out to pet his parents as the three of them passed out together, Titan close by to round out their family.

*****

Morning soon came, and with it the other boys filed out, thanking Mikey for the night and promising to meet up with him for practice in a few days. To their chagrin, Mikey also shooed out Mike and Rose, not wanting his 'parents' to see the mess and the presence of two strange dogs. Mike and Rose were as obedient as always, prompting some more treats and affection.

"Ok, you two, stay put. I've got to head into town to buy some supplies. Thank god mom left her VISA!" Mike said with a slight chuckle.

<Hey, don't take my VISA! How do you even know my PIN!> Rose barked out her disapproval.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, girl!" Mikey simply replied, petting Rose's head. She resisted the urge to growl, figuring it was pointless. Besides, Mikey had to know it would show up on her transactions, after all. There was no point in him using it for anything too nefarious.

With that Mikey took off on his bike, telling the two dogs to 'stay put', something they had no intention of doing. With pills safely outside, Mike and Rose decided, while there was some precedent to keep an eye on their son, they also only had two more days before their workplaces expected them back. They had not had nearly enough canine fun for their tastes. And, besides, who knew how expensive the next batch of pills would be after they enjoyed this trial?

<Want to have sex?> Mike asked his wife, smelling the scents of heat that had been low key bothering Rose the past couple of days. Though largely satisfied by the mating that both her husband and their new friend had given them, Rose was starting to get needy again, and more than a little impatient.

<Alright, but let's not do it around the house. Don't want Mikey to come back early and catch his parents in the act. He might have us fixed!> Rose said with a bit of a chuckle. Though, her real fear was the embarrassment of having their son see them amidst sexual acts, canine or no!

Eventually, they found a park that was some blocks from their home, no recent scent of humans in the area to disturb them. Though it was in the middle of the suburbs, any private forested areas were too out of range to run to. Besides this area did contain some shrubs and bushes that would sufficiently hide them while they had their fun.

<Well, my love, shall we get started?> Mike said as he reached in to kiss his wife before Rose could respond. Rose leaned into the canine kiss. It was more tongue than muzzle, of course; a new and appropriate way for the two of them to express their love.

After what felt like several minutes, Mike broke the kiss, having some ideas in mind before mating began in earnest. Rose got down, thinking they would make love canine fashion by raising her backside. But Mike had other plans for her. Motioning for her to turn over, Rose moved onto her side, not sure what to expect but eager to experience it all the same.

Her ample nipples on full display, Mike wasted no time, lapping and licking at them with a gusto that only a dog could manage. His thick, flattened tongue was able to make it over multiple nipples at once, making the dog-woman squirm and whine from the stimulation. She always loved having her nipples teased in human form, but to experience eight of them being played over was heaven in and of itself!

<Oh, Mike, please! More!> Rose whined in her canine tone, some of the words being registered as barks and moans without any context to even their canine brains.

Her belly being teased by the eager tongue sent the changed woman into a frenzy stronger than her heat. Her hind leg twitched uncontrollably, shaking from the stimulation to the bare skin on her belly, the only part of her not fully covered in hair. The sensation made her think of times she had seen dogs demanding belly rubs, Titan included on many occasions. She had no idea that belly rubs could be so erotic on their own!

Mike continued to lap lovingly at his mate, his partner, loving the effect that teasing her multiple, ample breasts and tight stomach seemed to have on her. There was nothing better, more erotic than sexually pleasing her love, something that Mike took pride in. And, with the canine stamina he possessed, he would do so diligently as long as the ache in his own cock allowed him before it took over and forced their eventual breeding!

<Oh! My cunt! Please!> Rose managed to cry out, the stimulation to her skin and nipples playing over her loins and making her bark out her pleas. It was wonderful being played with in such a manner. But the needs in her vagina were becoming insistent, and she needed something inside of her, something more than just the erotic play that they had thus far indulged in!

Yet, Mike wasn't quite ready to breed her the way that the two of them wanted. He needed to taste the sweet nectars of her cunt lips, a flavor that he had not sampled since that first day they had turned into dogs and had made love to the conclusion of their deepest fantasies. His activities thus far had coaxed ample love juices from her sex, and Mike would savor them all!

<Oh, Mike! Fuck! I love you so much!> Rose managed to bark out, tail wagging as Mike's skilled tongue worked its way into her vagina, teasing her as he would with his canine cock. Nothing was better than being tormented with such a massive tongue, save being fucked with Mike's cock as she knew was eventually coming. Not even the larger cock of the dog Owen had become could match the loving care that Mike took as he pleasured her insides in the way only lovers could know.

Yet, Rose was getting tired of being only the recipient of her husband's ministrations. She wanted to please him, to make him squirm the same way. Not wanting to wait any longer, she tried to move her more flexible body towards Mike's dangling doggie dong. Mike, feeling the briefest touch on his prick, moved into position, wanting more of that same stimulation on his penis as her pink tongue played over his maleness.

The two of them made love in the 69 position for what felt like several minutes, licking and sucking and learning the flavors of each other's genitals all over again as dogs. Nothing they had done in the role play could have prepared them for the sensations of lovemaking in such a fashion. Doing it as dogs was ideal, but there were so many other positions that dogs could partake in. The only bane to their activities was that they only had a couple of days of caninity left to explore these new sensations.

Rose came several times from their actions, Mike's tongue a skilled stimulant, better than any dildo. Rose could let herself relax, her thoughts only on the precum oozing from Mke's canine cock and the pleasure wracking her own body. The duality of those images was more than enough for her to cum and cum again, making her whine <Oh, Mike, I'm cumming! Please, more!>, prompting Mike to ignore the soreness in his tongue to make sure that his love was sexually pleasured.

Mike could hardly hold back either, Rose's tongue long enough to play over the entire length of canine cock as well as Mike's ample, swollen knot. Rose ran over it with rapture, wanting to taste his sticky-sweet semen and swallow it down fully. It took little more effort to make it spasm as Mike's bouncing balls bunched up, preparing to allow the man-turned-dog to cum and release his hot load.

<ROSE! MY LOVE! I'M CUMMING!> Mike barked, louder than he'd intended as his hips spasmed and his cock blew several loads of thick spunk into her muzzle. It made Rose tempted to let go of the penis in her muzzle to lap at the remnants of seed. But, she was determined to milk that canine cock for all it was worth, not wanting her husband to miss a moment of the pleasure that he had granted her.

Finally, Mike's cock stopped spasming, prompting him to pull his pink tongue from his lover's vagina. Soaked with juices, they began dripping off his panting tongue, though Mike cared not about it at the moment. He was still coming down from such an amazing orgasm that it was impossible to think of much else.

He got down on his belly then, snuggling with his love as she, too, came down from the orgasmic high. It was painful to have his cock in such a state, knot still preventing his penis from entering its sheath. It hung there, exposed and dripping its own fluids and Rose's saliva. Still, he nuzzled and licked his lover, making her whine <I love you,> which was returned by the other dog in kind.

Yet, with the smell of his bitch in heat, Mike found it hard to focus on anything else than the insistent need in his prick. A knot was designed to make one cum in a canine vagina and inseminate that female, after all. He needed that fulfillment, to spill his seed. Better than that, his balls didn't seem quite empty, the few days being around a female in heat without release enough to maintain his girth. Could he fuck again without physical consequence? Better yet, was Rose willing to try it with him?

Of course, she was. Looking down at Mike's doggie cock with a surprising expression of lust on canine features, Rose reached down with her tongue to lick at it a few moments, making her husband squirm. Knowing without words what the eventual goal would be, Rose got up, getting down on her haunches and looking back at her husband with a knowing expression. <Take me, stud,> Rose whined, the needs in her own loins demanding the cum of her lover.

<Yes, my bitch,> Mike barked, getting up on his legs and walking around, tail wagging as he sniffed her nethers. He did think a few more laps were warranted, wanting to make sure that he had his fill of her cunt lips. But, the needs in his turgid erection were more than he could bear, and soon, he was up on her haunches, thrusting forward with more practice in his canine form.

<Oh, fuck! Tight! So good!> Mike whined, finding his footing before thrusting forward with purpose. Her enlarged cunt lips, the product of his insistent tongue, were eager to take his knot as it was forced inside with only a slight whine from his wife.

<Take me, my love! Make me your bitch!> Rose barked out, panting her eagerness as her cervix was penetrated by Mike's long canine rod. The residual tingling in her nipples and belly was still present, the combination enough to send her into another orgasm and clenching on the knot that promised to pump her full of sperm at any moment. The pressure made his cock expand and explode, making both dogs cry out incoherently.

Both lay there, Rose basking in orgasm as Mike's sperm buzzed through her womb, leaving both sexually satisfied in a way that defied understanding. Even better than their first mating, it was the combination of their experience in their canine forms and learning each other's bodies all over again that made their love-making all the more fulfilling.

After a slightly patient waiting time, Mike felt his cock deflate, pulling out with a wet pop. Rose got up slowly, feeling the sensation of her stretched cunt lips sending shivers of pleasure through her entire being. Shaking a little, she reached down with her muzzle, licking the tip of his penis to clean their love juices from it. Similarly, Mike turned around with his more flexible body and lapped at his cum leaking from Rose's hindquarters. They didn't want Mikey to realize what they had been up to when they got back home, after all.

Lost in their post-orgasmic reverie, the pair were remiss for not noticing the two sets of men approaching them until it was far too late. Suddenly, Mike felt something tight around his neck and he reflexively pulled, before realizing that something was being fixed to Rose's neck as well. He struggled and whined, not sure what was happening but terrified all the same.

The scents coming from the men around them carried notes of other dogs and cleaning chemicals, though not enough to identify their purpose right away. Yet, as the pair were pulled apart, the men's goal soon dawned on Mike, making him wish to slap himself for not realizing it sooner. They were obviously dog catchers, and he and Rose had been trapped at their most vulnerable moment!

<Mike! Help! Stop it! We aren't dogs! Let us go!> Rose yelled, to no avail.

<Rose! Let us go, assholes! We aren't dogs!> Mike joined in, adding to the chorus of canine barks that did nothing in aiding their eventual escape.

Not even their human intellects could come up with a way to escape from the nets that were around their necks. They were being pulled painfully tight by men who cared not for the comfort of their captures and only that they did not escape. The Mastiff pair's struggles were for naught as they were taken to a van and placed inside of a cage, locked beyond what paws and muzzles could hope to escape from.

"Looks like we got some big ones. No collars or tags either. Sucks to be them," said one of the men, while the other one muttered an acknowledgment.

"Shame about ruining their fun, these two looked like they were in the middle of their honeymoon before we got there."

"They were certainly barking like it, according to the call," another said.

"Can't do anything about the female, she might be with pups. But the male is going to have to be neutered before he meets his girlfriend again. Not our problem," said the first man before they got in, putting on a popular music radio station as they drove off, presumably towards the local animal shelter.

Mike felt his blood run cold at that. He certainly didn't want to have to undergo that operation and lose his maleness. Surely, he'd be able to escape and get to the pills at some point, whether it be through adoption or not. But, would the operation carry over to his humanity? That was more than Mike could manage to think about in his fear.

<Honey, what do we do?> Rose whimpered, clearly scared.

<I don't know, honey,> Mike whined back. They didn't want to bark too loudly, lest they bring apart their captor's ire. <I don't know.>

Rose felt more fear for her husband's dignity than maybe he did at that point, not wanting him to undergo what was akin to mutilation for a sentient man, even in the body of a dog. She would be spared, though if she spent enough time in canine form as the weeks and months went on, she might be with pups just as the men had indicated. In some ways that would be an even worse fate!

The truck was taken to a back door, the gate opening and Mike being taken in first, his protests of <Rose! Rose!> going on deaf ears. Mike was taken to a separate cage, far enough away that he could not hear her barking over the chorus of <Out!> <Let out!> <Mad!> that came from the other dogs in the kennel. Though each of the cages was a relatively decent size, they were on opposite ends of the room, leaving the two not even able to comfort each other with their presence. There was a 'pen' on the other side, one behind a locked door that apparently led to the play area for the dogs.

There was no way to make it over to Rose's cage, much to Mike's ire. There was every chance that he would be neutered tomorrow if the vets were on schedule. Apparently, they didn't want a male dog to keep his balls around the females.

Some of the cages were occupied, though many remained empty. Words of <Food? Play? Hungry?> came from the other dogs occasionally, but no one responded. Mostly, they seemed very lonely to Mike. It was a sad place here, one of despair and seclusion. Not a place that any dog should spend much time in if they were lucky.

Some of the cages smelled of dogs that had been there in the past, almost enough to make Mike dizzy from the sheer number of odors present. He hoped they were taken to good homes or found by their owners. He wasn't sure if kill shelters still persisted in this city, and he didn't want to know. Even if he was neutered, losing his maleness, there was every chance that it would be repaired when he changed back. There were much worse fates for unadopted, stray dogs that were impossible to reverse.

Supper was not of the quality that Mike or Rose was used to, a mess of cheap wet food likely donated by those that supported the shelter. Both decided to forgo their meals, sitting in silence as the other dogs ate or barked their loneliness. It was a sad state of affairs, indeed.

Sleep did not come easy for either dog, the nightmare of their reality not an easy one to escape. No one came to check on them, save for the one feeding. Their waste was left to fester in the corner, being unknown to them when or even if someone would come to clean it. There were no toys or pillows for them to rest on, forcing them to be expected to sleep on the hard concrete.

Yet, Mike's thoughts were not for himself that night. His thoughts turned to Mikey, and what would happen to their son if the two were forced into another home, or, worse, sent to be slaughtered. He would end up in a city orphanage, likely relatively no better than the place that they were currently housed in. That was not a fate that Mike would dare leave for his son.

All through the night, possibilities of potential escape played over his mind. There was no way to unlock the cage from their side; evidently, there had been some smart enough dogs that locks were used. The latch to what they assumed was a backroom was also locked, though not as tightly. Mike figured there was little point in trying it as it did not smell of the outside. It was likely a place area or some other place to interact with the dogs.

Rose and Mike said little to each other that night. Being on opposite sides of the kennel, they had to bark in order to speak to each other, and that caused a chorus of other dogs to speak up so that it was impossible for them to hear each other. So, they stayed silent on what was unanimously the worst night of their lives, as dogs or otherwise.

<Honey!> Rose eventually called out to her husband, and Mike looked over to the end, trying to see with limited canine vision. But he didn't need to, not with the scent in the air. It was as plain as the odor coming off his own cock whenever aroused. One of the dogs had a noticeable erection, seemingly excited by Rose's still-present heat. And, from what Mike could tell, that dog was in the cage next to Rose!

<What's going on, honey?> Mike called out, not sure what to do. He couldn't get to her, but then, neither could the other dog. It was unfortunate that she had another suitor, but, hopefully, they would be kept apart.

<The mesh is pulled apart at the end of the cage here. He's been digging at it while I've been trying to sleep! He might get it!> Rose said, seemingly concerned. Mike felt a surge of rage at that. Even if it was a dog, Mike couldn't stand to know that any man, even a dog, was making his wife uncomfortable.

<Can he get to you? Are you safe?> Mike asked, concern coming in over his loud barks.

<Not yet but he's close. He's bigger than we are, love! He's not saying anything. He's just pulling at the chain with his teeth. He wants in!> Rose said, terrified

<Get away from my wife!> Mike barked, trying to get the larger dog to stand down. But he seemed not to pay attention, digging at the mesh in the cage. Mike felt enraged at that. He was helpless here, unable to get in to save his wife.

Looking around, Mike quickly confirmed that his own mesh cage was tightly secured, making it impossible for him to escape. Worse was that he would have to make it through an entire line of cages and the dogs within in order to get to his wife. There was nothing he could do if the other dog got in and tried to take what he wanted.

Looking over at the back door, Mike decided to try it, wondering where it led. The door was fashioned shut with a latch from the other side, but the fabric around the door was weak enough that Mike figured he could break free. A grasp with his strong jaws was enough to pull it so that he could squeeze his head through. He wasn't sure if a dog could figure it out, either, and his body was a little large to make it all the way. But, a skilled paw was able to undo the latch and allow him to enter the dimly lit room.

Once inside, it looked to be a playroom of some sort that stank of canine urine and feces. Some used balls and other toys lay strewn across the space. It was surrounded by a much larger mesh cage, enough that the staff could come in and play with the dogs, it seemed.

Best of all, the flaps of the other cages were left latched along the walls. It was no effort for Mike to get to the end where his wife was and undo the latch, pushing his way into her cage and making the other dog back down.

<Stay. Away.> Mike growled at the larger dog, who finally got the hint with Rose's own growls. Rose was right; though it would be difficult for the other dog to get in, he seemed determined to get his rocks off, and he had been making enough headway that Rose had a right to be nervous.

<It's OK, honey, I'm here,> Mike said, licking Rose tendering on the cheek.

<Thank you, honey. We'll get out of this. It will be OK,> Rose whined, licking her husband back and taking his muzzle in a canine embrace, as best they could.

Though sleep did not come easy, their furry bodies made both relax enough that they managed. A few times, the scratching and tugging of the other dog woke them up, but a few growls of <Stay!> and <Bad!> were all it took to get the other dog to back down.

After what felt like an eternity later, dawn finally came, prompting the sound of the doors to open and some humans to enter. Mike looked up as a series of staff came through, each carrying the smells of many canines on their person. Some likely had dogs of their own at home or had worked with some of the dogs here both past and present and still carried those scents on their work clothes. All seemed rather indifferent to the plight of the caged dogs, though if they lacked compassion or saw so many dogs it was hard to keep up empathy, Mike found it impossible to say.

Barks of <FOOD!> <HUNGRY!> <PLAY!> <OUT!> came to their ears, all the dogs eagerly crying out at the prospect of their human handlers.

"Alright, alright, guys, your kibbles are coming!" replied one of the workers, going over the corner with a massive bag of dog food.

"Hey, isn't there supposed to be a Mastiff in this one? No one came to get him, did they?" Asked one of the staff.

"Yeah, there should be," replied the other, who was still scooping dog food.

"The back is out. Maybe he's in the playpen?" The first asked.

"I better-wait, nope. He's in the cage with the female. Smart. That's kinda cute, actually," said the first, walking over to them. He was a relatively younger man, likely a volunteer at the shelter. He seemed to have a few dogs of his own, healthy and younger from the smells on him.

"Better move up the timetable. Doc is going to want to see if we need to neuter the male. Don't want them getting hot and bothered in the cages," the second said as he walked out the door into another area.

It took only ten minutes for the man to come back, regarding the two dogs with an impressed expression before he opened the cage, reaching in with gloved hands to grab Mike. Rose went to growl, but Mike gave her a look as he walked out. If they went to show any aggression, their fates at a shelter would surely be much worse.

The chemical smells of the insides of a doctor's office were almost more than Mike's canine nose could bear. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, Mike reasoned. It did not reek of death like he feared. But there was something unnerving about being here, much worse than being in a human hospital. For as a human, he had autonomy over what happened to him and what he chose to do afterward. As a dog, all that would be taken away from him, not even the choice to have his maleness removed if the doctor was so inclined to!

Mike did his best to stay still, not wanting to bring down the doctor's ire. He stood there diligently, almost too much so as the doc took his heart rate, weighed him, and examined every inch of him, including, to his dismay, his junk.

One of the assistants came in then to ask about Mike's status, which was the only way that Mike had to know what the doctor was thinking. "It's weird. He can't be a stray. Hell, he must be the best-kept dog I've ever seen. Teeth are flawless, nails are clean, it looked like he came from a manicure. Weirdest thing though. No tags, no collar, no microchips. That's a messed up owner to do all that and not register their pet."

"I mean we can put him up for adoption if no one claims him. But he's got to have an owner somewhere. I want to leave him unaltered for now, just in case. Keep him away from the other Mastiff though. Don't want any unwanted pups if we can help it," the doctor commented, eliciting a sigh of relief from Mike's canine lips.

Being placed back in the cage at the end, flap repaired, was not a pleasurable experience. Yet, to his delight, he would not have to wait very long. Before lunchtime, a familiar sound hit his ears, asking "One's black and the other one is yellow. Boy and girl. How old? Not sure. We didn't have them as puppies. Oh, over a year," came Mikey's voice, clearly answering some questions from someone else that Mike couldn't hear.

His tail wagged and he barked as he saw Mikey coming in, pointing to both him and Rose at the end. "Yup, that's them! Mike! Rose!" He said, making both parents drop their excitement. How did Mikey know who they were? Had he discovered their transformation pills, or perhaps the website? How was that even possible?

Still, they were safer with Mikey than at the clinic, and both Mastiffs knew best to do whatever it was that Mikey asked of them to make sure that they would get to go home with him. Home, where they could get their pills and end the poorly executed first outing as dogs!

"See, I even have their collars and tags right here!" Mikey said, as though still trying to make the workers believe. That would have made Mike and Rose laugh if they could have.

It was starting to become clear what had happened. As part of their kink play, Mike and Rose had collars and tags made with their names on them, pretending they were owned dogs. They meant to don them before they took the pills and made their way into the world as mastiffs. But, wrapped up in their excitement about the change and their experiences, they forgot to put them on before losing their hands. It had been a stroke of luck that Mikey came across their kink wear in the bedroom. He must have assumed that his parents had adopted them as dogs and made the tags and collars for them already!

"It's OK son, just make sure your parents take better care of your dogs, OK? And keep the collars and tags on at all times! We almost altered your pets. You should consider having your parents bring them in, though. You don't want puppies that you can't look after! Be more responsible next time," the assistant said, making Mikey wince slightly. It really wasn't fair, after all. None of it was Mikey's fault. They would try to make it up to him eventually, Mike reasoned.

Both walked out with Mikey, him keeping them on leash this time as they took the long walk back to their home. It would be almost an hour, but Mikey was fit and the walk was easy. The pair enjoyed the time they had to experience the world as the dogs they were assumed to be, this time without fear of repercussions.

***

That night, after all the lights in the house were turned off, Mike gave Rose the look. While Mikey was asleep, they could head outside, take the pills into the house, and change back without anyone seeing them. It was time for them to return to their humanity, though, by now, Mike and Rose were inclined to do so. It had been an eventful week of ups and downs and the pair were ready to get back to the more mundane lives that had them wishing they could be dogs if only for a short time.

<Well, honey, let's hope these pills work!> Mike barked with a little bit of a laugh. But, he could smell that Rose was nervous about it, too. There was every chance that the pills wouldn't work, after all. Wouldn't that be the perfect way to end the week!

Yet, after a few moments of downing the pills, the familiar tingling of the change washed over them, making them itch as the canine hairs were pulled back into their skin. Soon, they were naked dogs, though that was not to last as fingers and toes started to push out of paws and canine teeth retracted to be remodeled into more primate features. Rose gave Mike's muzzle one more canine lick before her tongue changed back, one that Mike returned in kind.

Both tails wagged eagerly, while they still possessed the ability to do so before they retracted into contracted spines. The change seemed to be bittersweet for both of them, knowing they needed to be human again and wanting their bodies back, but not knowing if they could get their pills again to resume their Mastiff forms. After all, the idea of transformation being a regular part of their lives was more than they could hope for!

Bones scraped and snapped into new shapes as it became possible for the pair of them to stand on two legs. Their muzzles started to retract, black gum lines returning to pink human ones as their noses sniffed the much less informative air and their ears lost their ability to hear everything in the neighborhood.

"Rrrrr Rrrove you, Rrroney!' Mike growled, testing out the human inflections that were coming back to his voice, finally.

"Shhh! Do you rrant Mikey to rrrear us?" Rose said, though liking that her human voice was back in her ears. It was too tempting to wriggle their toes, smack their lips, and generally enjoy having their humanity back. It was akin to being in a tight car or plane and being able to stretch after hours of stillness. In some ways, it was almost as exciting as the change to canine form.

Eventually, the canine features were all but gone, leaving the two of them to stand there, naked except for the collars that they still wore. It was a lucky coincidence that Mikey had found them, in the first place. Wearing them from the beginning would have solved that unfortunate mess they had gotten into!

Back in human form, it was time for the two of them to discuss the elephant in the room. There was no way Mikey would believe a half-assed lie. Worse than that was explaining where the dogs had come from, where they went, and why they couldn't be kept. It was almost better to try to explain the pills, though that was impossible with no evidence to the contrary.

Just when the two of them were ready to discuss how they would handle things with Mikey, a knock at the bedroom door made both of them jump. "Just a second, sweetie!" Rose called out, not sure what else to say. They needed to at least get their clothes on and the collars off before going to meet him.

As Rose went to open the door, a thought crossed her mind. How did Mikey know the pair were home? Had he overheard them whispering?

"Mikey, hi, son," Mike said, obviously not sure how to broach the subject. Mikey was a smart kid, after all. They needed to tell him something, but the truth was out of the question, of course. Yet, no lie could be as fanciful as the truth in this circumstance!

"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you," Mikey started, seeming as nervous as the pair themselves. It was a little bit of a surprise, but the pair decided it might be for the best with a look.

"Go ahead, son," Mike replied, wondering what the words would be and hoping he could twist them to come up with an appropriate narrative.

"Well, here it goes, I guess. I just watched you guys change. You were the Mastiffs, right?" Mikey confessed, leaving both parents stunned.

Both looked at each other stunned, without saying a word. How had he noticed them changing back without their awareness? Had they been so focused on their return to humanity that they had not smelled or heard his presence? They had the door closed, too. Mikey must have been asleep. How did he even know to come look?

"It's OK, I'm not mad. I think it's... cool?" Mikey stated, as though he was unsure of the words to use.

Mike and Rose both looked at each other then. They would explain it all to him. Tell him of their adventures. Leaving out the adult parts, of course. But Mikey, having evidently seen at least some of the change, would believe them. Best yet, he was not disturbed by the idea, perhaps even accepting his parent's love of transformation.

All that could wait, however. For now, the two parents embraced their son, taking him in a family hug. They were reunited, at least as humans, though they had never really been apart for too long. But now, Mikey understood how close his parents were the whole time. Their family bond renewed, the three held each other for a long time, Titan even joining as the four of them came together as a family.

******

EPILOGUE

"Good one, Mikey!" One of his teammates said, patting him on the back as the two of them headed towards the bleachers. Sweat was pouring off the young man's forehead, but he couldn't be prouder. He had scored the winning goal for the game, after all. It was a time to take pride in his achievement!

He and Patrick walked towards Patrick's parents, who were cheering for the two of them as they came over to greet their son. Patrick was met with rubs of his hair and hugs, while Mikey stood there, a little awkwardly.

"Where are your parents, Mikey? I bet they wouldn't want to miss this!" Patrick's dad asked, making Mikey blush a little in embarrassment. Though he wasn't ashamed of his parents, most kids would prefer their parents to be present for such an event. And Mikey's were, though not in a traditional sense. Certainly not one that he could tell his friends and their family.

Looking over towards the parking lot, Mikey met the eyes of the two Bullmastiffs that were standing there, just out of sight. This time, they were clad in their collars and tags, with the added home address to return them should they be caught by the dog catcher once more. That was one mistake that the three of them would never make again!

Of most importance, however, was the looks of elation on their canine expressions. Though they were wearing the visages of dogs, Mikey could clearly see his parents present in their faces. He knew who they really were. Nothing he had ever seen on his human parent's faces had ever made him feel prouder, more loved.

"They're taking a vacation for the weekend. Rough week at work," Mikey said, with a smile on his features. "Don't worry though, I think they'll still get the chance to see me play!"