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There were plenty of worse ways to wake up than having something thrown at your face, but until Anthony knew what had landed on his still-sleeping body, he found it to be quite the rude awakening.

Blinking his eyes open proved difficult with something so heavy resting upon them, but he didn't need to see to know the scent of the lycra, or the subtle hint of his own deodorant and cologne upon the material; he'd worn it enough times that a hint of his own aroma was imparted on the false flesh, and in that way, it was a comforting thing to have upon him.

"You know, there is such a thing as an alarm clock for a reason," Anthony muttered, knowing Jason was still close by. "Or even giving someone a nudge, before you just throw something at them?"

"I thought my method was more fun!" Jason admitted, his voice chipper and lively, especially for the early hours of a Saturday morning. "And judging by the way you're pitching a tent in there, I think your body already agrees with me."

It was a playful taunt, but still one that had Anthony moving the Fletcher suit off of his face and looking down, only to see that the sheets were simply clinging to his thighs. He'd gotten into the habit of sleeping naked, but he was still flustered about being visibly aroused in front of Jason, no matter how comfortable they were together.

Naturally, his cock was still soft between his thighs, but the subtlest pulse ran through it as he held the Fletcher suit over himself, looked upon it, and then, caught Jason giving him a knowing smirk.

" Very funny," he groaned, but a tiny smile was starting to take hold in his expression as he looked to the doorway. "And good morning to you, too. What's the occasion?"

"For?"

"The suit?"

"No occasion. Just felt like it'd be a good day to suit up and go out for a bit," Jason suggested. "And I've never known you to be one to turn down such a good time!"

Anthony cocked a brow: it was too simple an explanation for someone like Jason, who was a bit more formulaic in his planning. "You sure you're not hiding something?"

"It's not much of a surprise if I go telling you everything right off the bat," Jason said, after a quiet sigh. "I don't want to spoil every little detail, but right now, I just can't wait to get to the park with you. It's way too gorgeous outside to spend the whole Saturday sleeping in!"

Just beyond Jason, through the doorway, Anthony could see the crawling beams of sunlight, moving across the floor at the snail's pace that he wanted to move with, that day.

Just from holding the Fletcher suit, however, Anthony could feel some of that puppy-like energy moving through his fingertips, as if it was calling to him to embrace the great outdoors and enjoy the sunshine while he still could.

"Fair enough," he replied quietly. "Can we at least grab something to eat, first?"

"Already on it," Jason assured him. "In fact, it'll probably be ready just as you finish suiting up...so long as you get to it."

For the rude way he was awakened, Anthony didn't have the usual pep in his step; that was motivation enough for him to take his sweet time with putting on the Fletcher suit, but then again, that was a process that always deserved a little more time than he gave it.

Deciding to treat it a bit more like the first time he'd done it, Anthony took in a breath of his own scent once more, feeling as though a hint of the heightened sense of smell stuck with him, even when he wasn't wearing the full outfit. His connection with Fletcher as an entity was continuing to grow, so much that when he pulled the covers from his naked body, he felt like his skin was discolored in a pattern that reflected the appearance of the fur coat on the bodysuit.

All appearances aside, there was a comfort that Anthony was desperately missing in his life when he unfurled the suit and left the front end open, making it easy for him to slide his foot down into the footpaw of the outfit. He was about to move his other leg into place, but for a moment, Anthony was delighted to simply feel the lycra filling in the gaps between his toes and inflating the space around them, reminding him of the extensions of his flesh and the delight of the plush, warm fur that would soon surround him.

It was a transcendent experience for him every single time, but as of late, he hadn't taken his time to slow down and appreciate how delightful it was to become one with the unique bodysuit; this time, he was taking all the time in the world, as his second leg dipped into the open hole and pushed all the way into place.

Anthony was still baffled by the technology involved in making such an advanced bodysuit, and to the best of his knowledge, there were very few others like it, if any. He still felt the occasional tinge of guilt when he contemplated how much Jason must have spent on it, but it was the kind of gift that would cover years and years of different holidays and birthdays...

...He couldn't fathom requesting another gift ever again, given how happy this one made him.

With his second leg firmly in place and the clinging material holding fast against his other foot, Anthony was already able to wiggle his toes about. Looking down, he felt like he still had all of his toes, but he could see the ends of his footpaws lifting and rolling instead, showing off how large and thick his digits had become.

The disconnect that he once felt when wearing the suit was a thing of the past, so much that even when he took his time suiting up, Anthony didn't feel like he was putting on a bodysuit at all: it was more like had limbs and a second skin that he could put on and take off at will...but the delight that came with putting Fletcher on never faded.

Anthony was still grinning wide as the rest of his body slipped into the middle of the torso, and little by little, he could feel the comforting grip of the pliable material spreading over his naked chest and up around his neck, until only the head of the suit remained.

As always, there was an extra bit of realism to the suit that didn't quite catch on until Fletcher's head was placed over Anthony's own, but before he slipped it on this time, he thought about the way that the rest of his form was changing under the presence of the suit, and how curious it was that he was never able to see any part of his human self when he was properly sealed away.

"He never did tell me more about that..."

Their last discussion left all sorts of questions unanswered, but chief among them was the fact that Jason clearly enjoyed being in a bodysuit, and yet, there were no others that Anthony had ever seen. It proved difficult for him to do with his hands already sealed away, but he was practiced enough that wide, thick pawpads could scroll through a social media feed.

Even with a proper search, Anthony wasn't able to find anything about a suit similar to his own, and he'd spent more than that morning trying to find a builder that specialized in what he was wearing. He imagined there had to be at least one more in existence, but no matter where he searched for them, he couldn't find one...and the thought crossed his mind plenty of times about how fun it would be for Jason to wear one at the same time.

Still, if it meant he had to find someone with the skills and technology to replicate the suit, he wasn't turning up any results...and he didn't want to ask Jason for such a thing outright. He preferred the idea being a surprise, even when such a possibility seemed distant, at best.

"But why did he enjoy it? He never really specified..."

With the ventilation fan running in the kitchen, Anthony figured he was safe enough to get away with a few things, given the quiet, electrical humm in the background. The delightful sizzle of breakfast was just another layer of privacy that tickled his ears, and that was all before he'd placed the Fletcher head over his own.

There was a certain energy, akin to a puppy, that accompanied the subtle brush of his free paw against the base of his sack: the fluffy orbs were always tender to the touch, but part of going out and about in public as Fletcher was pretending that his organs weren't as visible as they actually were.

In the bedroom, with his paw rubbing and roaming over the full, delicate orbs, he was able to feel a liberating delight that was entirely rare, even since he'd gotten the suit...and it was flooding his mind with new ideas, even before the warm, pinkish-red tip of his canine member had a chance to emerge from the impressively realistic end of his sheath.

If I convinced him to get a suit of his own like this...make him a nice, handsome canine like me...maybe we could have this kind of playtime together, Fletcher thought. Knowing him, this is probably exactly what he meant when he said he enjoyed himself in the suit...

As much as he'd come to know Jason as the man he was and loved the idea of his partner being the proper 'human' in their relationship, there was an image forming in the back of his mind of a slender, well-built German Shepherd, standing over the edge of the bed and leaning in for the kind of passion that they hadn't quite shared together yet.

It was a fantastic mental image, and as that perversion spread through his mind, he rubbed his own sack with greater and greater intensity until the tip of his cock was more present than he'd ever seen in his canine state.

"I've heard of being a little too comfortable in your own skin before, but...do you think maybe you're taking that a bit too far?"

Jason had been standing in the doorway for at least a minute, but he'd never turned the fan off: Anthony never had a clue that he was there, and as he looked to the doorway, his still exposed face turned as brilliant a shade of red as the flesh of his member.

He would have been completely mortified, if not for the comforting smile that offset Jason's tease.

"There was...a...b-bad itch?" Anthony tried to suggest, but that was a waste of his breath. "It just f-feels really good..."

"Doesn't it, though?"

Jason's words left a little room for interpretation, but that was as far as he'd go with his explanation. As he stepped through the doorway and rested his palms on Anthony's chest, he eased one up to cup Anthony's cheek, but the other drifted lower and lower, ruffling the tufts of fur that made a small, happy trail down to the crotch of the suit.

Once there, he couldn't help brushing his fingertips along the base of Anthony's sheath, but he never took things any further than a curious touch, as much he was eager to reach out and feel the warmth of the canine tip against his palm.

"We'd better...b-better get some food in your stomach," Jason stammered, looking like he wasn't completely in control of the situation for the first time since purchasing Anthony the suit. "Last thing we wanna do is head to the park on an empty stomach."

Anthony wasn't going to stop Jason from whatever he wanted to do, but he dramatically changed gears as he lifted the head and helped complete not only the Fletcher look, but the final changes in personality, as well.

There was even a brief moment of confusion as the head gripped and melded to Anthony's skull once more, and as he looked down and saw the tip of his member poking out and twitching beyond the sheath, he had to fight his every instinct not to roll his hips up toward his muzzle so he could take care of the problem the old fashioned way...but the scent of breakfast came and teased him with just enough of a distraction.

The scent of freshly pan-fried sausage and runny, perfect eggs were more than enough to capture his attention, whether he was a human or a canine.

"Atta boy," Jason murmured, finally taking his eyes off the visual feast between Fletcher's legs and turning his attention back to his head. He offered a few quick scratches behind the canine's ear, and with a grin, they headed to the kitchen table to fuel up for the long, but wonderful day that was waiting for them.

**

There was always enough of a human sense of mind and presence about Fletcher for him to realize when something seemed out of the ordinary, but all the same, there was just as much canine excitement about him to offset his reactions until it was too late to question a situation.

Normally, the pair would have walked to their nearby park, if that was where they were actually going.

This time, when Jason mentioned the car, Fletcher didn't think twice about it. The next thing he knew, his head was out the window and he was barking at every single sign they passed as they made their way out of the suburbs and into the rolling hills of the countryside.

I will never get used to this heightened sense of smell.

The obvious problems existed: there were rotting animals that had come out of hiding from the snow melting, but with spring in full swing, there was a sweetness to the flowers that he'd never known as Anthony, as if the nectar itself were being spritzed over his nostrils. The dirt was comforting and earthy, and upon the wind, a cocktail of scents assaulted him, changing slightly with every mile they drove.

All the while, Jason was blasting his music and singing along, and doing the best he could, Fletcher was barking and howling the words out...but he'd become such a complete canine that there was nothing human about the tone of his voice.

Anyone driving by would have been complete unaware of the fact that there was a man in that suit, as perfect as it camouflaged him.

"All right...we're almost there! Thanks for not jumping out the window or anything crazy like that," Jason teased, but he didn't realize just how strongly Fletcher was combatting that urge.

Though the human part of him was never fully suppressed, there was a greater influence of Fletcher's personality on Anthony, every time he wore the suit. Though he didn't understand it, the urge to jump from the window and chase a scent into the horizon struck him so often that his claws were digging into the finish on the inside of the door, and arriving at the destination didn't change that at all...

...Certainly not when he saw a wide, open farm field for him to run around.

"Do me a favor and try to be on your best behavior today, okay? I think you're gonna have a lot of fun with this, but if it all feels like too much, too fast, just...let me know somehow. I know you'll be able to figure it out."

There was no need for Fletcher to be taken to a vet, which left him utterly puzzled at where they could have been, and why he wasn't informed of a special visit before getting there.

Upon his arrival, however, Fletcher saw a young woman emerging from the steps of the wraparound porch, accompanied by perhaps the most stunning creature he'd ever laid eyes on.

Patterned with a black overcoat, a white underbelly that reached all the way to her chin, and a full, brushed curl of a tail, a husky was padding down the stairs next to the woman, looking positively delighted to have anyone else as company.

"Sorry that we're a couple minutes late," Jason apologized as he turned the car off and stepped out. "Breakfast ran a little long!"

"Not a problem, Jason...this is the kind of thing that you can't rush, after all," she assured him. "And it sure looks like Fletcher was more than happy to stretch your breakfast out a little!"

As Jason moved around the other side and opened the door, he invited Fletcher out with a gesture, and the transformed canine stepped down to the ground with the natural, canine gait he'd developed. In just about every way, he was converted from the human that was inside the suit to a genuine, gleeful husky, but the fact of the matter was that a human mind was still hidden behind the visage, no matter how outward appearances changed.

That intelligence was combatting with a rush of instincts as a new scent hit his nostrils; though it took him a moment to determine where it had come from, the reality of it struck him with all the force of a raging locomotive.

The dog...I can smell...h-her...

He couldn't even finish the thought.

"Decided it was a special day, so I treated him," Jason admitted. "Nice to finally meet you, Eliza...and this little beauty must be Kari?"

"Indeed she is," Eliza confirmed. "Poor girl has been cooped up for so long indoors that I think she's excited just to be outside again...shall we let the two of them run around for a bit?"

Fletcher was immediately torn between his instincts and his human sensibilities, and he was scared to be left alone with them.

Being with Kari, he wasn't properly alone, but he'd already seen a knowing gaze in the depth of her eyes...

**

As Fletcher and Kari jogged around the yard and took turns getting to know each other's scent, Jason and Eliza sat together on the porch, sharing a glass of sweet tea and enjoying the subtle breeze of a spring afternoon.

Sensitive ears overheard what the intentions of that day were, but Fletcher tried not to look visibly uncomfortable at the possibility of what had been proposed.

"Seeing that picture was a start, but your boy is simply gorgeous ," Eliza complimented him. "I knew I wanted him to breed Kari even before I had a chance to meet him, but he's so friendly and well-mannered...I'm sure they'd made a cute couple!"

Jason chuckled and nodded his agreement. "No doubt in my mind about that one. Kari looked beautiful online, but now that I've seen her in person, she's prettier than I ever could have guessed...and it looks like they've already taken quite a shine to each other!"

As the humans sat and enjoyed their drinks, the dogs did exactly as one would expect: with Kari in the middle of her estrus, she wasn't allowed outside as often, and certainly not without supervision...but Fletcher was acting with as much respect as a potential gentleman caller could.

The pair were chasing each other around the open yard, occasionally hopping over each other and even nudging each other down into the grass, but thus far, everything stayed innocent between them, as if they were just a pair of new friends that were exploring the world together for the first time. Their bodies stayed low to the ground, and Fletcher moved on all fours with such practice and poise that quietly, he wondered if he'd ever be able to return to the human life that he once knew.

When he was just out of earshot of the conversation, the human voices faded away entirely, including the subtle, cautioning tone of Anthony's voice in the back of his own mind.

Instincts took control, and for a moment, he growled when he felt something warm and wet brushing against the back of his thigh, but as he looked over his shoulder, his ears perked up.

Kari had welcomed his scent in an accepted it, and as she rubbed her cheek against his flank, she moved forth, inviting him to do the same.

Everything leading up to that moment felt so right : running around the yard on all fours had become just as natural, if not more so than walking on two legs, and the brush of his soft, billowy fur against the grass and dirt left him with a collection of scents to enjoy, following him wherever he went. The hang of his long, canine tongue over his jowls, the change of the colors and intensity of the light in his shifted eyes...everything point to him actually becoming a husky, and perhaps, staying in that body.

When his nostrils collected the warmth and natural lust on the edge of Kari's scent, however, something within ticked back the other way and warned him that this wasn't what he wanted.

She's still an animal...and...I'm not, he thought, hearing his own thought process in Anthony's voice. This isn't right...I...I can't do this...not to her...and not to Jason...

The suit allowed him to explore so many fantasies, and there were still plenty that he wanted to try, but this wasn't the path he wanted to follow.

Stepping back from Kari and shaking his head, Fletcher barked at the porch. His ears folded back and the best that he could without showing Eliza the truth, he alarmed Jason, hoping that his boyfriend would get the message loud and clear.

He couldn't bring himself to cross such a forbidden line...and even if he could have, he couldn't betray his relationship with Jason in such a way.

Kari wasn't deterred: the husky was only acting on what nature told her to, but as she nudged into his side and moved around his thigh once more, Fletcher whined and barked that much louder at the porch, until Jason couldn't ignore it any longer.

He and Eliza stepped down from the porch, and immediately, Fletcher rushed over and curled up around Jason's ankle, looking as though he'd been scared half to death.

"...Hmm...gotta say, that's not really the reaction I expected, but maybe they need a little more time to get to know each other," Jason suggested. "I'm sorry, Eliza...maybe we can arrange another date sometime?"

Though she was visibly downtrodden, Eliza nodded with a solemn understanding. "Can't force these kinds of things, I suppose. I've got your number...you'll be hearing from us again soon, I promise."

As they shook hands and smiled, Eliza offered Jason a small, white bag, the contents within being hidden from Fletcher.

"Looking forward to it," Jason claimed, as he reached down and stroked Fletcher's ears comfortingly. "Shall we head home for the day, boy?"

**

Usually, when Anthony removed Fletcher, he could do it on his own, with relative ease.

This time, even with Jason pulling at the invisible seam and helping him out, the head of the suit didn't seem to want to budge...and it was only with a messy schlick that the sweat-addled neck came apart from the head, revealing Anthony's wide-eyed, nervous stare.

"I guess that was kind of intense for you, wasn't it?" Jason asked, knowing he had some explaining to do...but he wasn't sure he'd be able. "Sorry if I rushed you into anything you weren't ready for...I just...t-thought you might enjoy that."

Sitting on the couch and trying to collect his thoughts, Fletcher couldn't deny what had happened to his body in the form of a natural reaction, but his mind was just as torn; none of it felt right, but none of it felt so wrong that he could deny his excitement.

Either way, he looked at Jason with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Was I...w-was I really about to do that?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You can't just ignore this, Jason."

"I'm not ignoring it, but we're both still learning how the suit works, and how it affects your mind...and I wouldn't have done this in the first place if I didn't trust you...if I didn't...y-you know... love you."

Those words struck with the weight of a wrecking ball on old, tired bricks.

"I love you too," Anthony replied with surprising ease. "You know that...but I'm still not sure if that would have been the right thing for me to do."

"I'm sorry for assuming," Jason apologized. "And beyond that, I'm...sorry for leaving you all pent up."

With only the head removed, the rest of Anthony was still Fletcher's body, and between his legs, the reddish tip of his cock was still poking free, sticking right out of the sheath.

"It happens more often than you might think while I'm wearing this."

"Well, what if...you and I put on a movie," Jason started with his suggestion, as he brought a palm to rest on Anthony's chest, "And then just pretend to watch it?"

With his other hand, Jason was already selecting something on Getflix, but he wasn't paying much attention to what movie he selected.

He was more occupied with pressing his lips to Anthony's own, and though the act came as a surprise, it wasn't the kind of thing he would move away from: the visible excitement of his canine member continued to grow from the sheath, just as his human lips began moving back against Jason's, opening them wider and tasting them in a way that he was rarely able to.

From friends, to roommates, to lovers, and now, to something of a pet and their owner, the relationship between them was constantly evolving. Sometimes, it moved just a little too quickly for Anthony, but as things stood right then, he couldn't deny that his cock had been throbbing for the better part of the day, and if he was going to allow anyone to handle his sensual energies for him, it could only be Jason.

With a wagging tail and an occupied smile, Anthony moved in a little closer and pressed himself to Jason on the couch, completely forgetting that they'd put on a movie in the first place.

"So...you're gonna need to take care of that ," Jason said, his voice muffled at first, and remaining as a whisper against Anthony's lips. "And if you were okay with it, I...might have a unique way to do so."

Thinking back on their relationship, Anthony couldn't remember a single time that Jason got him off in an ordinary manner, but right then, as pent as he was, he was willing to hear the idea.

"That handjob you started earlier wasn't really what I'd call unique," Anthony argued, his voice carrying a little more confidence than Jason was used to hearing. "But...I certainly won't complain about it..."

"Not the method I was talking about."

Anthony blinked as Jason procured the little bag that Eliza left for him, and as he tugged the pieces of the contraption out, it quickly became obvious what it was for: it was a semen collection kit, used on plenty of different kinds of animals to sell their yield at a later date.

"That's...d-did you get that from Eliza?"

"Sure did. She thought it might be easier for us to do things this way, instead."

Plenty of breeders used similar devices to procure the seed from their animals, and they sold it at quite the profit...but right then, Jason was only interested in the perverted ends that it could lead to.

As hesitant as Anthony looked, it took only a gentle scratch at the middle of his tummy for him to start to warm up to the idea, and as hesitant as his expression appeared, his cock was growing from the sheath for the first time since he'd gleaned Kari's scent.

"If you...t-think it's a good idea..."

"I think it's a great idea," Jason confirmed. "And it's the kind of delight that a good boy like you deserves. You are a good boy, Anthony."

His nervous expression softened into a giddy, bashful smile. "I...I am?"

The collection tube was placed over the growing, tapered tip of his canine dick, as Jason continued rubbing his belly and complimented him. "The best boy...and the kind of boy that deserves the best treatment in life, too!"

Even without the head on, Anthony felt like he was still Fletcher, and the rubs across his stomach were reaching out the part of his mind that was always held hostage by the canine's presence. Only his head was still human in that moment, but his reactions: the kick of his leg, the curl of his pawpads, and the subtle push and growth of his length as the excitement built...

...All of that made him seem like he was becoming more of a husky than a human, little by little.

"You really are a good dog, Fletcher," Jason murmured, shifting his other hand down to stroke gently at the base of the canine length. He was still getting used to the idea of how different Anthony's cock could be just from letting the transformative suit hold his person, but this was only Anthony's second time experiencing such pleasure within it, and Jason's first time being a part of the action. "Such a good boy...one that's clearly enjoying himself..."

The end of the collection kit came with a cup-like attachment for the tip of Anthony's cock, and already, precum was spurting into the clear vessel, but just as the action picked up the pace and Jason was stroking furiously at the tender flesh, he felt a paw batting at his wrist.

"Wait..."

Anthony was trembling with bliss, but at the peak of the moment, he gestured at the head of the suit.

"If I'm g-gonna do this...I...I wanna go all the way with it," he claimed, his replied filled with hurried, desperate breaths.

Those panting, panicked sounds would be all that he could make as Jason assisted him, with his human hand and Anthony's paw resting on either side of the covering: as it came to rest around his neck once more and seal him within the suit, the shape of his cock shifted just slightly to perfectly represent the canine nature of the bodysuit, and down below, the bulge of a knot bumped against Jason's palm.

Quietly, the human wondered if Anthony would have been able to do that without the full suit around him, but he was utterly fascinated by the sight of the bump as it moved into the collecting, vacuum-like tube.

All Jason could do from there was reach a little lower, rubbing his boyfriend's balls and fondling them playfully while whispering a host of sweet nothings into his sharp, sensitive ears.

"Just look at that load, Fletcher...s-such a good boy, filling up the whole cup like that!" he said, his voice drowning with an obvious coating of lust. "And there's still more! You must have been such an excited pup earlier..."

It was all a little weird for the two of them, even then...but Jason's pants were tented with the bulk of his own erection as he scratched Fletcher's tummy and soothed his body through the waves of climactic bliss, watching each gush of thick, virile cum splash into the collection cup.

That massive, bulging knot was stuck so perfectly in the tube that Fletcher didn't waste a single drop...