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I woke up to the sound of empty beer cans shuffling around the floor of Brad's old Chevy van as we made a quick left-right and an abrupt stop. I opened my eyes slowly, stretched, and checked my phone. No messages, time's 2:11, it's almost 1 hours drive before we reach our destination.

We were parked at a dilapidated gas station, situated unusually close to some huge, well-maintained, middle-class houses.

The springs in the old seats of the van had given up years ago, making for a thoroughly uncomfortable 6-hour drive, and my back was killing me. Brad, my stepsister's ex-boyfriend, was sitting next to me, both hands buried in the center console, collecting coins wherever coins could be found. An unlit cigarette was hanging from his mouth.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"5 O'Clock, Jimmy," Brad said, "We're making good time."

Brad switched the engine off, opened the door, and stepped outside into the hot July weather. The heat rolled into the cab like a tidal wave. I needed my sunglasses. I remembered that I had left them on the dash before I fell asleep, but they were no longer there.

I reached around the edge, and below the seat, finding my sunglasses in a sticky substance next to a glossy paper bag with thick nylon ropes protruding from it. I hooked my finger around the rope and pulled the bag forward to discover that it was a gift bag. A nice gift bag, with a hologram of a cartoon bear on the front of it. I knew it! He was bringing a gift.

I took a look in the side mirror. Brad was outside leaning up against the sliding door of the van, one hand on the gas lever and one hand holding the now lit cigarette. Dumbass.

His attention was squarely placed on the ascending price display, so I opened the little bear bag, reached in, and pulled out an old coke bottle. It looked normal, but the words were Chinese. Perfect for Terra's bottle collection, definitely. Thoughtful prick.

I rolled my window down, and leaned my head out a little.

"Brad?" I asked. "This wouldn't be a gift for Terra, would it?"

I opened the door and stepped out into the staggering humidity. Brad was focused on the flipping numbers, releasing his grip at exactly $29.98, before offering a perfunctory acknowledgement.

"Yah... you know, my uncle was doing some business in Japan last month, and I asked him to bring back an empty Coke bottle. So what?"

"Dude, we said no gifts. I'm going to look like a jackass if I show up to her birthday party with nothing, and you go and get some thoughtful shit like this."

Brad returned the gas nozzle to its hanging position, and leaned up against the van with his arms crossed. He's always had propensity for the dramatic, probably due to having two bigger sisters.

"It's my generous nature I suppose, I can't help it. I know Terra has a bottle collection, and I remembered that. I'm just more attuned to other people's personalities... Probably why I'm so much better with women."

"You're so full of shit, Brad - exactly what women are you referring to?"

"Just women, in general... Remember Veronica, Veronica from biology? She totally has a crush on me, she's always touching her hair when she looks in my direction. I gave her a copy Cool Runnings on DVD for her birthday."

"No," I shot back. "Veronica thinks you're a burned-out loser, and your old white van makes you look like a rapist."

"Your sister likes my van."

"Oh, you fuck!" I exclaimed, tackling Brad to the side of the van and pinning him as he attempted to get me into a headlock.

Our exchanges often turned physical. Passers-by would sometimes think that we were actually fighting, but in fact, we were like brothers tussling at the slightest indignation. Brad was two years my senior, but no bigger or taller.

Our friendship was really just a marriage of convenience, however. We got along all right, but our social dispositions were quite opposite. Brad was gregarious and stupid, and I was quite, artistic, and subdued. I sold him copious amounts of marijuana, which he would then sell to freshmen dealers by the ounce.

"Cool Runnings, really? You were going to score points with that? Who watches DVDs anymore?"

We spun around and he was able to gain enough leverage to push me back, almost causing me to trip as my leg got caught in the loop of the gas hose behind me.

"Hold it, you two, time out! You're going to break the hose!"

We both paused, catching our breath, and noticed the old, female gasoline attendant, who was carrying two bottles of washer fluid in each arm. She gave us a dirty look before continuing to place them neatly between the pumps.

"So what do I do now? If I show up with nothing, I'm going to look like a jackass... and Becky's going to be there! She's going to think I'm cheap too!"

"Whatever, dude. Just get something here."

"At a gas station?! Yah, that's classy Brad. Maybe I can get her a travel mug with the Speedsies logo on it."

"Come on, I mean in this town. There must be some shops around here." We both looked up and down the street. There were a few Victorian style houses with large front yards that didn't appear to be well maintained, and what appeared to be a small strip mall at the corner with two out of three vacant shops, and a diner.

"Well, maybe I could get her a roast beef sandwich at the diner, she loves roast beef?"

"No, look there, there's a shop, lets check it out. And for the record, Terra's a vegetarian."

About a hundred feet down from where we were was a small building. It looked like it had been a house at one time, but it had been converted to an antique shop. The grass in the front was a little too long, and it had a rundown, dumpy look that you might expect of an old antique store, but the sign hanging down from the rusty chain read 'Madam Ruth's Magic Shop', and below that, a sign that read 'Open'.

"A magic shop?" I muttered, "What year is this!?"

"Yah, let's check it out, maybe you can get a charm bracelet or something gay like that."

"Yah, that could work."

After Brad paid for his gas with exact change, we slipped back into the hot van. He pulled along the curb directly across the street from the so-called "magic" shop. As I looked at the place through the van's side window, I began to have second thoughts. The place was a dusty, old dump, probably owned by some hippie crackpots.

"Forget this place man, let's just find a Wallmart or something. I'll use my GPS."

Brad ignored my objection and stepped out of the van, pulling up his sagging pants as he made his way to the entrance. I reluctantly stepped out as well.

Although I saw the open sign in the window, I was still surprised to find that the door wasn't locked. It squeaked open, and some rusty bells jingled, which was ironic because the squeak was much louder than the bells. The place smelled like wet books and black mold. The few footprints on the dusty floor were noticeable, and probably an indication that the magic business wasn't recession proof. The shelves were mostly bare, but what items I did see were outrageously overpriced. One item that caught my eye was marked unicorn's horn, with a $6400 price tag. I immediately gestured to Brad, point to the four-foot-long spirally appendage on the self. Brad pulled out his iPhone to take a picture while chuckling to himself.

"What do you think it is?" I asked.

"I think that's from a narwhal. It's like a whale with a long tooth that it uses for... I don't know, because it looks cool."

An unexpected voice came from behind a bookshelf, startling us both.

"No, it's a unicorn's horn - it was given to me by my grandfather." A younger woman came forward, wearing a colorful floral dress. Her face showed slight annoyance.

Brad began to put on airs. "My friend and I are just driving through, on our way to a dear friend's birthday party, and we are in need a gift. Something that says, 'I'm money, and I like to party.'"

The annoyed look returned to her face.

"We're not a gift shop."

"Yah, I know, but like, what about that? How much is that?" Brad said, gesturing to a rack by the antique cash register. There were exactly 3 bracelets, evenly spaced, in a dark mahogany display case with a glass lid. I stepped towards them to have a closer look, they appeared to be hand made and the one in the middle really caught my eye. It was made out of some kind translucent blue jade, and caught the light in a beautiful way.

"How about this one? The blue one."

"That's hope jade, made by monks in Myanmar. It has the power to clear your mind, aiding in meditation. It's $160."

My eyebrows rose as I stepped back, pretending to ponder it, examining each bracelet carefully before returning to my low-class self.

"What can I get for fifteen bucks?" I asked.

I thought we were going to get the cold stare again, but she simply reached across the register and picked up a small sea turtle carving. Its shell was beautiful, coated in pieces of butterfly wing or something, and it reflected different colors as you tilted it - red, blue, green, and gold.

"You're in luck -this piece is fifteen dollars, made from teak wood and the shell of the Brazilian Woo..."

"Sold," I said, cutting her off and handing her my cash. I wasn't ready for another mumbo-jumbo story of magical BS. She took the money from me, sliding it into her ancient cash register. I smiled and thanked her. She was obviously annoyed with us, but she took the time to place the wooden sea turtle delicately into a little box, tied together with some twine. It looked great actually; this was definitely going to play well with Terra. She loves this kind of junk.

Brad had a little difficulty starting the van this time; I could hear the ring gear grinding against the starter because the solenoid was toast. It was making horrible noises, and I could see Madam Ruth eyeballing us as Brad's van struggled for life. Eventually, he just let the van roll backward. He then slid it into reverse gear, and the engine sprang to life with a big plume of smoke. He threw it back into first, and the tires chirped as we sprang forward. We must have looked ridiculous.

We merged back onto the interstate, and I leaned my forehead slightly out the window, cooling myself off as much as I could. Brad was playing with the radio as we were leaving another radio station's range when we heard a pop from the engine compartment.

"What was that?" I asked Brad.

"Probably nothing," He said nonchalantly.

I again began to relax, staring at the trees and hills and nice little houses. It truly was a nice area. "So what do you think of the turtle, dude?"

"It's pretty cool," Brad said. "She loves that kind of junk." We really do think alike. "I got you something too, dude, and I think it's really going to help with your lady problems."

"You're a fag," I chuckled, shaking my head and returning to my lovely view.

"No, check this out - premium love juice. The real deal. Makes chicks look past your ugly face, and fall in love with you."

I looked back at Brad, who wore a sarcastically proud face, and had a small, fancy-looking bottle dangling between his thumb and his index finger. Sure enough, the label on the bottle was 'Love Potion'.

"What?! What is that?"

"Read the label, dude. Make ladies love you! It's like Axe Body Spray times 1000."

"Shut up," I said as I snatched the bottle from his hand, reading it for myself. I began to chuckle as I read it out loud. "Induces significant physical changes... Look Brad, it even makes your dick bigger!"

"Awesome, right?" Brad continued to laugh.

I continued to read the label, but the price is what really caught my attention. "Three hundred dollars, are you shitting me?!" I looked at Brad, "How did you get this?"

"When that lady was telling you stories about the stupid bracelets, I stuck it in my pocket."

I chuckled.

"She's a scam artist anyway, fuck her," Brad continued

"Yah, seriously. She's probably selling a 'cure' for cancer in there, too," I replied. I popped the tiny cork on the bottle, giving it a whiff. It smelled like fruit juice that had gone bad. I held the bottle to Brad's nose as well, but he was somewhat distracted by the gauges in front of him.

"Shit," he said simply.

"What?"

"The van's overheating," he said, reaching over to crank up the cabin heat. It was already crazy hot in the van, and the heater blowing on us was unbearable. It didn't seem to be helping much though, as the temperature gauge continued to rise.

"Shit," he said again, "we're going to have to stop."

We were lucky, as a truck stop exit was just in front of us. Brad pulled in and parked in the far corner of a large parking area and immediately shut the engine off. With the van stopped, we could now see the water vapor billowing out from beneath the hood. Brad popped the hood, and it was easy to see what the problem was - the fan belt was missing.

"That's probably what that pop was," he grumbled, wiping the sweat from his brow.

We looked at each other, and then around the parking lot. Trees surrounded the area, but the lot offered no shade at all. The sun was soon too much for us to take, so I grabbed my backpack, and we made our way to the public toilets at the back center of the lot. In front of the bathroom was a bench covered by a small roof. Laying in the shade by the women's toilets was someone's sleeping dog, his white belly up in the air. We both sat down, not saying anything, as we both didn't know what the next step was going to be.

"Call Dillon?" Brad finally asked.

"My phone's dead," I replied. "You call him."

Brad took the phone out of his pocket, and began to text.

I withdrew a bottle of water from my bag and stood up, somewhat exploring the area. I'm not the type to sit still for very long. Behind us was a message board, but the messageswere too sun-damaged to be legible. There was also a Pepsi machine, an old one, with only 2 selections. The dog was half-awake now, and he noticed us, but paid us little mind. Brad clicked away on his phone for a long time before sliding his phone back into his pocket, then looked up at me, squinting in the sunlight.

"Dillon can come and get us, but he's going to be about an hour and a half."

I took a deep breath. "Well, this sucks," I replied, returning to the bench and slumping down in my seat. The cicadas were loud where we sat, and were only trumped by louder motorcycles racing by on the freeway.

"Alright," Brad said, energetically. "I'm having a drink."

"Yah, sounds good," I replied with only ten percent of his enthusiasm. I set my bag down and withdrew a 16 oz of Johnny Walker Black as Brad began dropping coins into the vending machine directly behind me. Next, I pulled out a mini Bluetooth speaker from my bag and placed it on the bench. Brad placed two ice cold Pepsis on the bench, sat down, and began playing with his phone again, syncing to the speaker. Brad and I spent so much time skateboarding in different spots around our hometown that setting ourselves up this way was second nature.

"I think there're some plastic cups in the van. I'll be back," Brad said before shuffling off.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the so-called 'love potion' from my pocket, chucklingand shaking my head. People believe what they want to believe, I thought to myself. I set it down and began pulling the safety seal off the bottle of booze. When Brad returned, he had a lit joint hanging out of his mouth, and a grin returned to his face when he saw the potion on the bench sitting next to the Pepsi and the booze.

"Mixing us up some love shots?" He asked me sarcastically.

"Love shots?"

"Yah, you know, Pepsi, 2 fingers whisky, 2 fingers love potion. It's popular in Europe."

"Europe, eh?"

"Yup, usually served with a slice of lime, but we're roughing it here."

"Right."

Brad tore open the bag containing the plastic cups, handing me the first 2 he could grab.

"You can have your fancy European drink. I think I'm just having whiskey and coke."

"Pepsi," he replied. He pointed the business end of his joint to my face, which I quickly rejected.

"No thanks, Brad," I said.

With that, Brad popped the cork of the bottle of love potion again, taking another whiff. "I think it's booze anyway, smell it."

Brad stuck the small bottle to my nose again while I tried to pour our mix drinks. "Yah, probably," I said simply, hoping he would tire of the novelty.

"Get er' into you bud, maybe it fucks us up!"

With that, Brad began pouring the strange liquid into the drinks that I had carefully prepared. Splashing some onto the bench where I sat. My response, as it so often was, was to become extremely irritated, and to attempt to slap him in the testicles. Of course he was usually ready for this move, and easily blocked my snapping hand. Joking aside, I was quite annoyed to have this strange stuff poured into my carefully prepared cocktail.

I raised the plastic cup to my nose, and inhaled. It smelled like some real bad bottom-shelf alcohol, maybe something distilled in prison toilet. I took a small sip. It made me cringe and I set it back down, watching the stupid stray dog at the end of the parking lot, that had managed to get it's head jammed in an ice cream box.

"Come on man, let's get it done."

In theatrical fashion, he took three great steps forward, shooting the cup back into his mouth as he did so, then letting the empty cup fall to his waiting foot, which immediately booted it. The cup sailed across the arid parking lot, and startled the stray dog.

Most people slowed right down when they smoked weed, but Brad tended to get hyper and fidgety.

"It's not bad actually. Tastes like a pine tree," Brad said.

I shrugged and brought the cup back up to my lips and took a great gulp.

"Stop...!"

I brought the cup back down to find Brad clutching his chest in what appeared to be some pain.

I smirked at my friend, although he did appear to be in trouble, he was a difficult character to take seriously. But he continued acting strangely, bending down, and eventually placing a hand on the ground to support himself.

"Geeze, are you ok, Brad? Are you sick?"

"I think it's poison, Jimmy!" Brad dropped his shoulder to the ground, clutching a chunk of grass in his sweaty palms. His hands were becoming brown and hairy! In fact, his face was too. Everything was getting smaller except his nose! He was starting to mutter, "Call some..."

In a panic, I fumbled with the phone in my pocket while simultaneously trying to make myself vomit. I was gasping and gagging with my finger in my throat when a female voice came on the line. "911, what is your emergency?"

"Ouuuaawwww... I...!"

"Sir, please repeat that, I can't understand you."

I made myself cough, but that was it! I couldn't get anything to come up. I was beginning to shrink down as well, clutching my phone tightly. The bones in my hand felt like they were shrinking

"Send ambulance...!"

"Sir, I can't....."

That was the last thing I was able to say before I could no longer grasp the phone. It fell from my hand as my fingers shrank into a small ball of fur with dark brown pads in the middle. I thought I was losing my mind! This was impossible. Was it LSD or something? That's what love potion is!? I had never done hard drugs before - was this what overdosing was like? I looked back up to where Brad had been, and he was gone! Instead there was a light brownish-colored dog rolled up in and tangled in Brad's clothes. A bushy tail protruded from one of the leg holes of Brad's shorts.

The changes started happening faster, and everything in my body felt like it was moving and twisting, like I was made out of dough and someone was shaping me against my will. My arms and legs were shrinking, and before I knew it, my whole body was covered in fur! My waist became too thin to support my jeans, and they just fell off along with my underwear, and nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next. My genitals were being pushed back into my body. My penis got shorter and shorter until it actually began to go up inside me! My testicles weren't far behind - they were sucked up into my body as well! My scrotum simply flattening out, encircling an odd looking crater where my penis had been! Then it was just skin, red and puffy and swollen. My next instinct was to scream out, 'Oh my God, that's a vagina!' I thought it, but the only sound I could produce was a pathetic-sounding bark. There was no way this was real, I thought. This can't be happening. It's impossible. It's all in my mind.

The strange stretchy feelings began to subside, and to my surprise, I felt normal again. No discomfort at all. Colors didn't look the same - everything had a reddish hue, but I didn't feel stoned or drunk or anything. Like everything went back to normal, except for the fact that I appeared to be a light brown female dog! So I guess not really normal at all.

I stepped forward with my four new legs, leaving my shoes, socks, jeans and underwear in a neat stack behind me. I was still wearing my shirt however, it hung off me like a bed sheet, and I kept tripping over it. It wasn't comfortable at all. I approached the other dog. She appeared to be a coffee-colored lab, just like me. She had managed to twist herself up so much that she had become completely stuck. Her front claws were tangled up in Brad's shirt. No, I realized. That is Brad! "Brad!" I called. At least I tried, but again, nothing but a bark emerged. 'Her' muzzle was sticking out of the neck hole, and she was panting, having expended all of her energy trying to free herself. Her back legs were tangled as well. One leg stuck out straight, while the other remained balled up in one of the pant legs.

I tried to use my paws, but they were useless. I could figure this out. I used my front teeth, locking onto a pant leg, and tugged sharply. I pulled off Brad's shorts without much effort, as I seemed to be engineered for tugging. She flipped around barking at me. It was a strange, complicated bark. Brad was trying to communicate with me, I knew that much, but I couldn't understand anything. It was then that I noticed his testicles. Are you kidding me? He gets to be a male!? I barked again, Why the fuck did I lose my!?.. fuck is!?... What is this shit!?

I took a moment to calm myself, realizing that I was just a dog, madly barking at another dog, in a big empty parking lot. The dog that had been eating garbage, was now staring at me with his head cocked.

Hold on Brad, I thought, let's get your shirt off.

I locked my teeth onto the bottom edge of Brad's shirt and began to pull. How the hell do you get so tangled up so fast!? I could hear myself growling as I pulled. His front paws were too twisted, and his claws stuck to the fabric. He wasn't helping at all. He seemed to be fighting me, and kept shifting when I tried to get the bottom of his shirt in my grasp. "Just stop moving Brad!", I barked at him. "I can pull it off if you just stay still!" I struggled to get better footing, and swung around so that I could attack the front of the shirt, and suddenly, I came face to face with it. His semi-flaccid cock was just hanging out, red and veiny and swollen looking. I couldn't take my eyes off of it for a moment. It interested me, maybe because of its shape? It was odd looking. And his balls hung pretty low. I suppose because of the heat.

He smelled really good for a dog. It was musky and strong, but smooth and... I don't really know. I felt the blood rushing to my face.

What am I doing, I thought, checking out my best friend's dog penis!? Maybe I was losing my mind. I was finally able to wedge my nose between where his claws met his shirt, and I pulled forward. This time he did help me, pulling back in the opposite direction with his strong back legs, until the shirt suddenly ripped free, sending us both tumbling backwards.

We both looked at each other for what felt like a long time. Then the other dog casually walked between the two of us, grasped Brads torn shirt in his maw, and then sauntered away, like his mission had been accomplished. It would have been comical if we weren't still both in shock.

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Brad could now see what he looked like, what I looked like, and could do nothing but sit in stupefied awe. We couldn't communicate, so we didn't know what to do next. The stray dog decided that he needed to get to know us, and had his nose under Brad's tail before Brad even saw him coming. Brad flinched and spun around, which startled the other dog but didn't dissuade him. He went right back to Brad's butt. The animal's tail was wagging happily. He had made a new friend. Brad continued to spin away from the dog, and the tenacious creature followed suit, which I might have also found comical, except that I knew that I would be next.

I thought that I may as well get it over with; that's what dogs do, after all, they smell each other's butts. When he approached me, I let him have a sniff. I even lifted my tail slightly for him. I'm not even really sure why I did that. It was more of a subconscious impulse. He was an eager pup and stuck his nose right in. I flinched when his cold nose bumped right against my asshole.

I could somehow tell that Brad was laughing at me behind that hairy new face of his. Actually, I thought it was funny too, until I felt the dog's gross tongue touching me. Gasping, I shot forward. I'm not sure Brad knew the reason why. He didn't yet know that I had gotten a bum deal, and had morphed into a female bitch rather than getting to keep my honest gender. When enough was definitely enough, my tail naturally came straight down in defense,, but it simply landed on the top of the other dog's head. Of course he was happy to offer several more exploratory licks. This time I didn't move. He took short little dabs against some part of me that was evidently extremely sensitive because It felt really good. I allowed a third, then a fourth, then another, before I decided that he was finished, and I sprinted forward.

Sure enough, we found ourselves locked in the ridiculous spinning game I'd been trying to avoid, where he would follow my rear around in circles, and I would try to spin faster to get away from him. Now Brad's tongue was lolling out the side of his mouth as he watched our little comedy routine, but I don't think that he realized the danger I was in. My rear legs kept getting caught and tangled up in my damn shirt, and these stupid circles were making me dizzy. I decided to take a stance, growling at the dog and baring my teeth, but he wasn't dissuaded in the slightest. I shivered to see his semi-erect cock, bouncing between his thighs as he chased me.

This is a nightmare, I thought. Maybe I was in heat or something? He had had a taste of my gross dog vagina, and now he was obsessed!

I did another quick left-right, which had thrown him before, but this time my front right foot caught in the sleeve of my shirt, and I clumsily fell face first into a curb with a painful thud. Adding insult to injury, that dirty goddamn merciless animal was licking at my groin again, with his dirty goddamn garbage-eating tongue.

But, oh my god, did it ever feel amazing! That disgusting dog tongue, slobbering all over my weird dog vagina. It was almost too much to handle! Each disgusting swab fired endorphins into my inferior dog brain like a howitzer. What was wrong with me - this was disgusting! And to make matters 100 times worse, my asshole friend was watching me with a stupid grin on his face!

Brad just stood idly by, his tail wagging as he watched his friend getting tongued by a stray dog. Could he see beneath my tail with the animal's head so busy slurping? Still, even if the dog were just licking my ass, I was still face-first in the concrete being violated.

I wanted to bark and growl at Brad, but instead I just whimpered. As much as I hated it, I was building towards my first K9 orgasm. I turned away from my friend so that he couldn't see my burning, moaning face. I left my front paw tangled in my shirt on purpose, actually wedging it into the sleeve, so that Brad wouldn't realized I wasn't really trapped.. I kept replaying the series of events in my head, and nothing made any sense. We were here because our van broke down, so we had a drink, and, yada-yada-yada, I ended up getting pleasured like never before by a garbage-eating stray dog. At least no one would ever believe the story.

Finally, Brad registered my distress and leapt at the stray, who bolted in retreat. The dog hung around a dozen paces away, though,sizing Brad up for a possible fight.

With that tongue gone, I could finally get my head straight, and I quickly pulled myself free of the t-shirt, backing out of it by using my front paw for leverage. I was free now, and I knew what I had to do. Before I changed, I had called an ambulance. They would arrive shortly. I had to make a signal somehow that a human could understand. Maybe I could pee my initials in the asphalt when the medics arrived.

But that dog had definitely tweaked something back there. I could feel moisture leaking down, like a very slow stream of urine that dribbled down my thigh. I thought I was actually pissing myself for a second, and my right rear leg seemed to levitate of its own accord. There was a very pungent smell emanating as well, thick, like an open fish market, and I felt pretty sure that it was coming from my gross dog vagina.

Glancing over at Brad, I found him staring at me. But not my face. Now that the strange dog was shooed away, there was nothing to hide my new parts. It would have been hard for him not to notice, considering how pink and puffy I was. It would have been hard for me not to notice the bright, red, hot dog poking out from between Brad's legs.

Is this what this 'potion' is, a drug that slowly kills you by extreme embarrassment, I thought.

The two of us stood there in the parking lot, staring at each other in disbelief, while the stray cocked his head and watched. Glancing between the three of us, I realized we all looked almost exactly the same. I was the spitting image of the stray except I was a little smaller, my fur wasn't quite so dirty, and, of course, my pussy. Brad was a little bigger, his short fur lacking the burrs and dirt of the stray. It couldn't just be a coincidence. The potion intentionally matched Brad and me to the stray dog...

A long time passed, and we just stewed in our own bizarre situation, but it was getting way too hot to just stand in the sun, and I was thoroughly exhausted from being chased around. There was no way I could think about making a message to the paramedics, I had to make my way to shade or I was going to pass out.

I couldn't manage to lower my tail though, try as I might. It was like attempting to halt a sneeze. So I moved quickly, my goods on full display to the world. I could hear the stray following me as I left Brad's protection. I continued straight towards the tree line, not stopping until I reached the shade at the base of a big oak. Sure enough, as soon as I stopped, that wet nose was right back below my tail, pressing right up against my butthole. Goddamn it! This time the tongue was more focused, licking me again and again, hitting that mark precisely. I completely lost control of myself! I realized it was going to be up to Brad to save me again. I couldn't bring myself to resist - this dog had his hooks in me.

But when I looked back at Brad, he seemed disinterested again. Brad, what are you doing? Do something! I thought. Wouldn't he defend me? Brad just watched from a dozen feet away, his dick still throbbing beneath him.

I only had to keep away for another 10 minutes or so before the ambulance would arrive. I bit my lip, telling myself I would escape this. I'd let him lick me, but if his junk got anywhere near me, I swear to God, I'd bite it off! But for now, maybe I'd just let him do it. I'd get tired out if I tried to stop him, and then I wouldn't be able to fight him off when it really mattered. Besides, it did feel like the best blow job of my life.

Ignoring the look on Brad's face, I arched my back and pushed my entrance into the mutt's face, visibly trembling with euphoria.

My tongue lolled out of my mouth, just like the stray dog. I was panting just like he was. My ears lay flat against my head, and I began to make little bleating chirps and whimpers to match the dog's grunts. I had become a dumb feral animal just like him.

And all the while Brad just watched, ears up and completely unperturbed. Brad, what's wrong with you!? If this dog does what I think he wants with me, what I know he wants with me, I'll never be the same! What if he puts puppies in me!?

Brad! I barked. Help me!.

Brad just stood where he was, tongue lolling out of his muzzle, making quick little breaths just like the stray did. He was justwaiting to see what was going to happen next. In a way, so was I.

Why was this dog taking so long with me? I wasn't aware that dogs invested this much into foreplay - he was going to make me cum! It was definitely building, but the bastard stopped, leaving me right on the edge, as if he knew. The stimulating tongue withdrew, and I immediately started to whimper and pout, backing up into the beast, just hoping he would continue for three more seconds. That's all I needed! But, sure enough, he leapt up, right on top of me.

Oh, I guess here it comes. I felt numb, standing stupidly in place. For all my plans to fight back, I just spread my legs and held my tail aside, awaiting the inevitable. One glance at Brad was enough to know that he wasn't going to intervene, even as the dirty mutt mounted me in front of him.

The mutt's strong forelegs wrapped around my waist, locking me into position. I almost fell off balance as he shoved me forward into the big oak tree, unceremoniously pressing me into the rough bark. My head ended up curled around, and upside down beneath my torso. I was completely disoriented to discover how flexible I was. I suppose I should have known, since dog's were renowned for licking their own parts, but it felt really odd to suddenly be face to face with my own, trembling pussy. I didn't have any time to adjust, because I was just in time to watch as my own slimy, virgin entrance met his large, wedge-shaped canine penis.

I winced as that damn dog hit his mark immediately, slipping his veiny length into me inch by inch until the baseball-sized appendage at the bottom mushroomed against my sticky folds. I could see my belly protruding slightly, giving some indication as to where he ended inside me. He was huge! I'd never experienced anything like his enormous, throbbing meat stuffing straight into me. I thought he was going to start pounding me, but he just continued pushing, pressing me firmly up against the tree until I saw his thick bulge squeeze me apart, making my whole body shudder as my vagina spread out to hold every inch.In a painful reminder, his balls hung down precisely where mine should have been.

Now it hurt. It felt like he was ripping me apart inside! My stomach clenched and I felt like I was going to be sick. My vagina was totally misshapen, looking more like his cock than the pointed mound it had been. The pleasure disappeared at that moment, replaced by sharp pain, followed by crushing embarrassment. I wanted to cry.

But as quickly as he had entered me, he withdrew, and the intense pleasure flooded right back. Ok, I thought, be careful with that thing, you stupid mutt!

I tried to gain a more comfortable position while he loosened his grasp for a moment, but I was stuck watching up close and personal as the stray dog abused me. He entered me again, this time leaving that damn baseball on the outside, which felt much more comfortable. He began rocking into me at a steady rhythm, and the pleasure returned in droves, making me tingle and tremble, up to the tip of my tail, which was a very strange new feeling.

Now I'm definitely going to cum, dog, don't stop now, I thought. I was curled right up into a ball against that tree, and his balls began bump into my nose, which had to be a new level of degrading. I couldn't avoid them, and they smelled like sweaty, tangy garbage, but that evidently didn't stop me from enjoying myself. I began cumming so hard that my body squealed out a sound I didn't know a dog could make, and then I choked on my own tongue. The stray dog didn't care, and he didn't even slow down. He slammed into me harder and harder, and I was getting nervous that he might be attempting to get that baseball back inside me, and I couldn't move any further forward to get away from it.

Actually, I may have been pushing back into him a little, which was a mistake. His bulge _popped_into my folds for the second time, this time, having grown even larger, almost comically misshaping my vagina, like I had a balloon up there. It didn't hurt quite so much this time. Rather, I felt a warm bloating feeling in my belly, and that balloon was pressing perfectly against a most sensitive part inside of me. He grasped my waist so tightly that I thought his claws might puncture my skin and started shuddering intensely, letting out a pathetic, windless, raspy howl.

The warm, bloating feeling sharply increased, and I could feel his appendage jerking inside me. Even above the white noise of passing cars, I could hear a splurt sound, as I watched his heavy balls suck up towards his body. I don't know why it took me so long to piece it together, but he was cumming into me!

Goddamn it! I watched his balls tense up, each sharp little thrust punctuated by a loud splurt_and a visible spasm travelling down my vagina. I could _feel him flooding me from his tip, spraying my defenseless womb. He can't really knock me up, can he? I wondered. Surely the potion wasn't that strong. Even now, as the mutt bred me senseless, Brad just watched, his head cocked and grinning.

As much as it humiliated me, I responded, quite happily, by cumming myself, joining in his laboured howls as he emptied his balls into my cramped passageway. The way his cock twitched was massaging that sensitive area, like it was designed that way. I don't know how it was even possible, but I could hear each spurt, and could even feel my cervix filling up with hot dog seed. I was suspended in cloud of perfect euphoria, when Brad finally decided to take action.

Brad strolled up behind the stray, lowered his head, and began to lick my muzzle. What a pervert! He ignored the mutt, shoving his head closer even though that squished his ears up against the dog's still pulsing balls. What was he doing?

"Ahh...! Gross, Brad...your breath smells like trash!" I barked, wordlessly.

Surely, I should have been a bit more worried about the dog buried inside me, but Brad's kisses were the straw that broke the camel's back. But wait...why would Brad's breath smell bad? Now that I got a closer look, I could see that Brad was covered in burrs. Had he rolled in the dirt when I wasn't looking? Glancing to either side, I noticed that the mutt's back legs were bright, beautiful and pristine brown.

I felt a pit in my stomach that was even now being filled by those trembling, pulsing brown orbs. Looking at those balls, I gasped, "Brad, is that you!?"

(to be continued?)