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The alarm beeped, prompting a loud groan. Glenn reached for the snooze button for the third time, but his fingers caught onto the cord, knocking his clock to the floor. Too lazy to pick it up, he covered his ears with his pillow and resumed his sleep. That is, until a hand smacked him across the face.

“That damn thing has been going off for ten minutes!” his mom scolded.

“Unhhh,” was the reply.

“Your father’s just about had enough of this lying around all day. Look at you. You’d be moved out of here and living a much better life if you got a fucking job.”

To any teenager, this would sound like a worrisome prospect. Glenn was already twenty, not a teenager any longer, and still sleeping in his childhood bed. Before he even had the chance to drop out of college, his parents knew better than to waste their money on his higher education. They had hoped, at the time, that seeing all his friends go off into the world without him would wake him up to the sort of life he was wasting. At least, enough to give him the drive to take care of himself. But it didn’t seem to stop him from spending every day lounging around the house.

“If you weren’t making me set an alarm, maybe you wouldn’t have to hear it all morning,” he retorted.

“If we didn’t make you set an alarm, you’d sleep until noon. Don’t you have anything to do today?”

Glenn stretched and sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. He yawned. “Duh, of course I have stuff to do. But it would be easier to do stuff if I could actually get the sleep I need.”

“Playing computer games doesn’t count as stuff, and you don’t need thirteen hours a night.”

“God, you and Dad are always getting on my case, always complaining, always letting me know how much I disappoint you. Why don’t you just shut the fuck up already?” His voice was loud enough to carry downstairs, where he could hear his father shoot up out of his chair. “Oh here he comes now, what’s he gonna do? Spank me with his belt? I’m sick of being treated like I’m still a kid.”

He heard his father climb the stairs, his footsteps accompanied by a clicking of claws on the hardwood belonging to Harvey, the family dog. The gray-furred great dane padded through his bedroom door first. Fully grown, he wasn’t quite so large as some of the monstrous danes Glenn had seen in pictures, but he was still much bigger than any of the other dogs Glenn had seen in person–roughly the size of a young foal. He leapt onto the bed, prompting Glenn to squirm and cover his face from the dog’s massive tongue. The playful moment ended sharply when his father stormed into the room.

“You do not talk to your mother like that,” he scolded, then turned his ire to the dog. “Down! You know you’re not allowed on the furniture, dumb mutt.” He slapped the dog on his haunch, and Harvey did as he was told. Glenn’s father had never liked having him around, but he was stuck with Harvey after his sister-in-law moved into her new apartment and needed a home for him.

“Don’t hit him! He’s a harmless animal, he doesn’t know what he did wrong,” Glenn pleaded.

“For years I’ve been telling you that you need to pick yourself up by the bootstraps and get a job!” Frank continued, ignoring his son’s protests. “I wish you were never my son.”

Glenn had taken a lot of insults from his father, but that was the first time he’d said something like, well, that. It stung more than he expected, and part of him wondered whether his father’s approval actually did mean something to him.

“Dad, listen–”

“No, you listen to me! It’s your own fault you’re such a screw-up, and it’s your own damn fault that your mom had to come in here to turn your own alarm clock off. You blame everyone else for your problems, but you never realize that the common denominator is you.”

His wife finally intervened: “Frank, don’t you think you’re taking it too far?”

“No, if anything, I’m not taking it far enough,” he replied. “You’ve always been too soft on the boy!”

“But–”

“Catherine! Enough. I’m putting my foot down on this one. Glenn, you better get out of bed right now and start packing. I want you out of my house!”

“Dad, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I–”

“Honey–”

Frank slammed his fist on Glenn’s desk. Harvey whined and ran out of the room. “Enough. I want you out by tomorrow morning. You’ve already slept most of the morning away, so you’d better move fast.”

The matter was settled, and Frank refused to budge on it. He even won his wife over, and all it took was a reminder of what Glenn had said to her the moment before. But really, it was several years of putting up with him added together.

Glenn almost wanted to ignore his father and go back to bed. What was he going to do, carry him out the house? But he was hurt by what had been said; suddenly, he was deeply ashamed of himself. Had he been playing the victim all these years? Was it actually his own fault that he lacked purpose, that his life amounted to nothing?

Probably not, he told himself. But that wouldn’t keep him from getting kicked out. Broke, and with nowhere to stay, he needed to find something that would…

He turned to his computer for advice, as he usually did. Google wasn’t helpful, not unless an alpha male podcast on asserting dominance counted. Before giving up, he decided to try something new: AI. A chatbot, to be more specific. He typed in a prompt:

“what can i do 2 keep parents from kicking out?”

The bot responded: “If you give me more details about your situation, I can provide you with better results.”

He tried again: “i am 20 yrs, no job, no friends 2 stay with, parents hate me, got until 2night 2 find a place.”

“Have you tried telling them how you feel? According to the web, appealing to emotions, pathos, is one of Aristotle’s three core principles of persuasion.”

Glenn muttered under his breath, growing frustrated. “talking wont work. gonna take sum sort of magic spell at this point.”

The chatbot took several seconds to generate a result: “According to multiple sources on the web, ‘magic’ is not real. Other sources indicate that magic is real. I cannot verify the results at this time.”

Stupid machine. “didnt mean magic just give solution.”

Maybe it was his ungrammatical phrasing that continued to confuse it: “I found a solution from the web.” The bot typed out a link. “Hecate’s Hand-Me-Downs is a popular webstore for magic curios, with 2,544 good reviews. According to the website, they offer same-day delivery.”

Growing angrier, Glenn tried to send another question, but found he had used up his limit of daily prompts. “Fuck,” he muttered, out of ideas. Dejected, he was about to close the tab, but decided to at least check out what a ‘webstore for magic curios’ was all about. He clicked the link, and it took him to what seemed like a pretty legitimate website. He scrolled through the various wares, mostly jewelry, old books, potions, and ‘cursed’ items.

One of the potions caught his eye: a ‘draught of desire,’ which he took to mean his heart’s desires. Skimming the product’s description, his eyes settled on one sentence in particular: “All you have to do is think about what you desire while you drink it, and the rest happens naturally.” He liked the sound of that, and the chatbot had said it was same day delivery…with what little money he had, he placed an order and crossed his fingers it wasn’t a scam. He assumed that if the bot trusted it, he could too.

To his father’s satisfaction, Glenn spent the day productively, packing a suitcase of clothes and various necessities before moving on to his gaming equipment. It was only partially an act. Glenn hoped the potion would work–granted it even arrived–but had to be ready if it didn’t. His desperation to stay made him readily believe in something that should have been impossible.

To his delight, the package arrived after a dinner spent in silence. Harvey ran to the door and started barking.

“Shut up! Bah!” Frank yelled.

“I’ll get it,” Glenn said, a little too quickly.

His father eyed him suspiciously. “Helping us out around the house now isn’t going to get you out of this. But be my guest. And will you please silence your damn dog!” Harvey hadn’t stopped barking, not until Glenn approached. The dane wagged his tail, and Glenn calmed him down with a pet. He held the dog’s collar and pulled him away from the door, before stepping outside. The delivery man was waiting on the porch, and had him sign for it.

The parcel was small enough to cram into his pocket, and when he came back inside, he simply told his parents that it had been a solicitor. Drinking the potion would have to wait until later, but for now he needed to finish his dinner.

But Harvey finished it first. The big dog had chased Glenn back to the table, but quickly overtook him, and before he could be pulled away or hit again by Frank, he wolfed down the rest of Glenn’s meatloaf.

“You know what?” Frank yelled, swinging at the dog while Glenn grabbed for his collar. “Take this fucking mutt with you. He’d be out on the streets where he belongs if I had my way. Take him, and then you can find out how much I have to spend on his dog food every single week.”

Glenn cleared his plate from the table and went to his room. Harvey padded behind him, licking the gravy off his lips.

Glenn sat down on the bed and fished the parcel out of his pocket. He tore it open, and inside was a bottle that looked identical to the picture from the site. It also came with a sheet of directions, but Glenn figured he had already read how it worked, so he ignored it.

He popped the cork, but didn’t drink it just yet. He didn’t know what exactly to be thinking about during consumption, and didn’t want to mess it up. He looked down at Harvey, and recalled what his father had just said. Suddenly, Glenn realized that wishing for himself to stay might still mean Harvey gets kicked to the curb. He needed a solution for the both of them, assuming it would come true for Harvey too if Glenn was the only one drinking it.

He held up the vial of red liquid to the light, then realized he could write down whatever it was he desired so he wouldn’t forget in the moment. A minute later, holding the note in his hand, he downed the elixir, repeating the same phrase over and over in his head: “My heart’s desire is that Harvey and I don’t have to leave,” then in the moment, it occurred to him that maybe the wording of such a wish would prevent him from leaving ever, and suddenly he thought of an amendment to the wish: “But we can still leave if we want to,” he looked into Harvey’s eyes, and knew his real heart’s desire was that, no matter what happened, he would never be separated from his beloved pet. He couldn’t bear it if his father kicked just one of them out. Even having it happen to both was better than that.

He set the empty vial on his desk and waited for something to happen. He half expected his parents to run up the stairs and embrace him, asking for his forgiveness. When nothing of the sort occurred, he began to feel foolish for believing in such magic.

“Maybe it takes a while to kick in,” he told himself. Remembering the instructions, he decided it wouldn’t hurt just to double check and make sure:

Draught of Desire

This specialty draught does exactly what the name says: make your deepest desires come true! All you have to do is think about what you desire while you drink it, and the rest happens naturally. It’s that simple! Well, not that simple; this elixir can’t accomplish everything! It is specifically intended for such sensual desires as pertaining to the individual who drinks it, and for ultimately fulfilling the user’s pleasure. Only one desired effect per dose. Length of effects varies depending on the specificities of the desire. CAUTION: if the user is not careful with defining the desired length, effects may be irreversible. Attempting to stretch the request unduly may bear unsavory results.

Hecate’s Hand-Me-Downs thanks you for your purchase. Satisfaction is guaranteed: please scan the QR code below and fill out our experiential survey if you are pleased with the product.

Certain details in particular jumped out at him: ‘sensual desires?’ ‘Only one effect per dose?’ ‘Irreversible?’ And yet, nothing seemed to have happened yet. The note was probably just to make the scam more believable.

The house was eerily quiet in what might be his last night sleeping in his bed. Harvey, who always slept in his room, took up more than half of the bed, which would have annoyed Glenn if he wasn’t already used to it. He stroked the dog’s fur lovingly, then turned off the light, preparing to fall asleep…

…Which proved difficult, with tomorrow looming so heavily over him. After what felt like three hours without drifting off, he decided he needed to do something about it. Naturally, as the average young man, his first thought was to jerk off, which usually seemed to calm his brain. He sat up in bed and nudged Harvey awake. The dog was usually kicked out of the room when he indulged, but for some reason, he didn’t have the heart to make Harvey leave. Instead, he settled for gesturing him off the bed. What did it matter if the dog was here, on the floor and out of sight?

Reluctantly, the dog acquiesced, and Glenn, already only in boxers, pulled his underwear down over his awakening cock, which was already at half mast as it bobbed into the open. He pulled out his phone and started surfing his pre-saved tabs. But for some reason, nothing seemed to catch his interest. Already exhausted and wanting to get it over with, he turned his phone off and just started rubbing one out. His foreskin felt inexplicably extra sensitive, and he was quickly feeling a pleasurable high. He quickened the pace, anticipating the final stretch to orgasm. But while the pleasure only increased, it was like waiting for a beat drop at a rave that never came. He bucked his hips in an attempt to force himself to cum, but still nothing.

It was at that moment that he heard a whine from the side of the bed. Harvey must’ve heard his building desperation to get off. When he turned to the dog, Harvey seemed to take it as an invitation to get up off the floor.

“No, boy, sit,” Glenn hissed, already feeling out of breath. He nudged the dog with his leg, too softly to prevent him from hopping up onto the bed. Glenn wanted to take his hand off his cock to push the dog away, but it felt glued in his strain to climax. His left hand did nothing to help, and the pleasure only kept building.

“Fuccckk,” Glenn moaned, as suddenly Harvey seemed to take interest in his owner’s situation. He climbed over and began to lick the tip of his cock. His large tongue covered the entire surface, and Glenn’s hand became lubricated by the dog’s drool. His pace quickened to an impossible speed as the dog continued to lick. His whole body was feeling the euphoric pleasure, but it only made the desperation to get off even worse. He couldn’t even tell Harvey to quit licking…nor did he want to.

Glenn thrust his hips forward, and his cock jammed right between Harvey’s lips, his hand still rubbing furiously. The pleasure hit a new high as Harvey began licking, and then sucking, the entire length, not just the tip. It was the strangest thing: while Glenn felt like he should take his hand off and let the dog do the work, it was almost as if the pleasure his dick felt from the licking could also be felt all over his hand. Harvey’s body shifted until he was standing over Glenn, and he watched the lips of the dog’s sheath slowly open up, red rocket slipping out. Harvey became rock hard, a larger dick than Glenn’s dangling over the human’s head. Glenn almost felt like he had a knot of his own, the way that the hand wrapped around the base of his cock only added to his pleasure.

Harvey then laid down on top of him, still massaging Glenn’s dick and hand with his tongue. His ass landed on Glenn’s head, balls and cock sitting hotly on his face. Glenn breathed it in slowly, the pungent metallic scent burning his nostrils and filling his lungs. It was soon hard to breathe at all, and it was in his desperation for oxygen that he finally stopped jerking for a second in order to push the dog off his head. His right hand still clutched his dick, but using his left and aggressively squirming, he was able to get the dog off of him. Harvey didn’t seem to appreciate it, and tried once again to lay on top of him, forcing Glenn to get up onto his knees to prevent it from happening again. With only one hand to stabilize him, though, he quickly fell forward. He caught himself with his left hand, while his right continued to jerk, the whole hand feeling warmer and warmer as if it was receiving more blood flow. He secretly yearned for the dog to resume licking.

Harvey had other plans, padding around to the back of him and giving his exposed asshole a massive lick, which shot a wave of feeling through Glenn. He was powerless to stop the large dog from climbing up onto his back. The weight was just as warm and suffocating as the dog had been on his head, but now Glenn felt even more powerless. He knew that the dog was in control now, no matter what he did to try and prevent what was about to happen…but why would he want to prevent it?

His lust-addled brain couldn’t think of anything but need, thick and heavy as the dog’s musky scent. Harvey scooted up further, and Glenn suddenly felt the weight of the dog’s dick and balls on his lower back. Harvey adjusted, lowering his back legs until the cock’s tip was pushing between Glenn’s legs. He thrust forward cautiously, ensuring he didn’t miss his mark, but it still took a couple attempts before the engorged rod jammed itself into Glenn’s needy hole.

“Fuuuuccckkkk,” Glenn said, not for the first time. Most of the sounds escaping his lips were almost bestial, totally incoherent cries of lust and pleasure. He still needed to cum so badly, why wasn’t it happening?

The dog’s front legs were large enough that he didn’t need to hold onto Glenn’s back in order to get in position, which was helpful for the human, who was still propped up on one wobbly arm. The rubbing intensified as Harvey drove his dick deeper into the hole, which stretched so painfully that it made Glenn cry out. The same voice of pain that would reflexively cause his hand to yank away from a hot stove was trying to tell him to stop the dog’s descent into his ass, but the voice of monumental pleasure overruled it.

Now he felt it prod against his prostate, and that sent his body over the edge. And yet, though he was feeling a far greater high than any orgasm in his life, his body still refused to cum.

The dog pressed onwards, and Glenn could actually feel his abdomen distending slightly as the girthy dick sunk deeper. Then Harvey slowed, and Glenn felt something push up against his ass, a something he knew to be the dog’s knot. Harvey thrust forward sharply, and the knot popped in, inflating and stretching his ass impossibly wide. Glenn was on the verge of blacking out, and even the arm supporting him caved. His head hit the bed, while the back of his body was lifted purely by the dog’s cock, which was now inserted to the base. Harvey’s thrusts became faster and infinitely rougher, his massive balls slapping against Glenn’s thighs.

As the dog sped up, Glenn seemed to slow down, his right arm feeling like it was on fire. His body was almost at its absolute limit, but the pleasure kept coming. Then he felt the dog seize up, his whole body tensing on top of him, and he too slowed, but for a different reason. Harvey howled, and Glenn felt ropes of molten seed spray into him; soon his gut felt like it was overflowing. After still more thrusts, he developed an upset stomach as if he had just eaten the largest meal of his life, and it was only getting fuller. The skin of his belly and waist felt even more stretched than his sphincter, which was no small feat. The liquid jizz sloshed inside of him, and Glenn felt like he needed to throw up. Sickening, too, was that he still could not cum. By now, pleasure came in waves through his entire body, yet nothing but a dribble of pre shot out of him. Harvey came to a stop, in both senses of the phrase. Glenn’s stomach gurgled, and he felt like he was plugged by a large meaty cork. He closed his eyes and let the dog settle on top of him, his weight feeling almost comforting as his body went through an overload of sensations.

The moment was short-lived. In a flash, the light in his bedroom turned on. Oh no, no, no, no, no, Glenn repeated in his head, his panic climaxing as his body had. “That damn dog’s howling woke us up, do you have any idea how late–” his dad fell silent when he saw what was happening. Glenn couldn’t bring himself to look in the direction of the door. Wordlessly, Frank left the room, and soon heated conversation emanated from the hallway. When he returned, he was accompanied by Glenn’s mom, who outright screamed in horror and disbelief. Glenn tried to nudge the dog off his back, but he knew he would have to wait for the knot to deflate. The action was made more difficult by his right hand, which seemed unwilling to let go of his cock.

“Off! Get off!” Frank yelled, storming up to the bed. Harvey barked, prompting him to shove the dog. Glenn’s upturned ass was tugged along with him.

“No! Dad, stop! He’s stuck inside me!”

“Bad dog!” Frank continued, his pushing renewed. Harvey yipped.

“Ow!”

“Stop it, don’t you see you’re hurting him?” Catherine cried out, and then Glenn heard a rough hacking sound that could only be his mom vomiting on the floor.

“What is the meaning of this?” his father demanded. “How many times have you done this before?”

“Never!” Glenn forced back tears, both from utter shame and the continued throb of pain from his stuffed asshole.

“Why does your stomach look so weird?” his mom asked, recovering enough to stare.

“What’s wrong with your hand?” his dad followed up.

“My hand?” Glenn tried to shift his body to the side. His hand wasn’t jerking his cock off anymore, but it stayed firm, continuing to burn hot and numb.

“Oh my god,” Frank gasped, and now it was his turn to vomit. Glenn looked down at his hand, but he couldn’t see it. Not immediately. He could still feel it wrapped around his dick, but his arm seemed to abruptly end just before it. Had his dick always looked so lumpy and swollen? And then he realized, eyes widening. The outline of his hand was still there, still wrapped around the base of his shaft, but the skin was fused together, both between his fingers and between hand and cock. It was as if the two had become one. He tried to pull his arm away, and only succeeded in painfully jerking his foreskin upward.

“What’s going on?” he asked fearfully, as if his parents knew the answer. Neither spoke, and Glenn wondered if they ever would. “Guys, what’s going on?” He rolled his body over enough to shift his left arm down to the right. When he touched his other hand, his dick and hand throbbed, feeling a sensation that should have only been present in the former. He dug at his fingers in an attempt to pry the fused hand off his cock. Nothing seemed to move. Next, he wrapped his left hand around the exposed shaft, trying to pull his dick free. Everything felt so pleasurable at his touch, and for a second he forgot what he was trying to do. Too long of a second. He heard his mom scream again, his dad making a similar noise, and he checked back only to watch his left hand meld with the cockflesh, just as his right had. Now both hands were stuck between his legs, and a similar glue-like feeling was traveling up from where his arms made contact with his torso. He tried to jerk them away, but he only pulled his own skin along with them.

Now recognizing the urgency of his son’s predicament, Frank renewed his effort to get the dog off of him. Catherine’s head cleared, and she ran over to do the same. “The skin’s fused here, too!” she shouted, a perverse curiosity building in her just as terror had. Truly, the skin around Harvey’s dick and balls seemed firmly stuck to Glenn’s ass. This whole time, Harvey simply stood above Glenn, watching his owners with similar curiosity.

“What’s happening to me?” Glenn felt himself get yanked a little closer to the dog, and without arms, he was helpless to do anything about it. His legs, too, felt suddenly weak and gelatinous, and they gave out the moment he tried to pull them under him. Every movement felt labored and unnatural.

Frank turned away for a moment, spying both the vial and the sheet of paper on the desk. He picked both up and inspected them. “Draught of Desire? Where did you get this? No, forget it. I can’t believe my own son would desire something as perverted as this…”

“I don’t! This isn’t what I wanted!” Glenn called out, his perspective shifting even further. He was keenly aware that he was getting smaller, like his whole body was losing mass. At the same time, he realized he could no longer feel Harvey’s dick in his ass. He turned, expecting this to mean that the dog had pulled out, but the two remained fixed firmly to each other. His father read the directions, then handed the page to his mom. Then he spotted Glenn’s own handwritten note.

“I don’t get it. Your desire is for the two of you not to leave?”

“Well, yeah…”

“No, I get that part. What I don’t get is why it would cause something like this. Maybe it’s defective.” He already seemed resigned to accept that the draught, and the magic therein, was real.

“It says here that you have to think of what you desire,” Catherine noted, “not just write it down. What were you thinking?”

Glenn was only half listening. His legs seemed to stitch together, the bones and muscles pooling under the wrinkling skin. By now, his arms were completely connected at his sides, and his hands were one with his dick. He was even smaller than before, too, and it felt like he was suffocating in his own shrinking body. His mom repeated the question, then rushed to his side as these changes worsened.

“I was, I don’t know…” his voice was hoarse and suddenly required more effort to almost squeeze out of his body. “I thought I was just thinking the words that the note says. Oh yeah, then I was worried about how Dad said Harvey belonged out on the streets, and so I guess deep down what I desired was that the two of us would never be separated.”

His mom was flabbergasted. “Never? Are you sure it was never? It says here that–”

“–Yeah, never. What’s happening to me? Why can’t I move my legs?” He suddenly felt a stiffness in his neck, and it was getting harder to turn his head. “Why do I feel so small?” The room around him was getting larger and larger: suddenly, the bed looked twice as big in front of him than it did a minute ago. His whole body was reddening, except for his legs, which had darkened. New leg hair seemed to sprout at an alarming rate, and while his legs felt suddenly warmer, it was to his parents’ horror that they realized it started to look less like leg hair and more like gray fur.

By now, his parents seemed to understand what was happening to their son. They were unsure whether they should tell him, though. Especially if the paper had been telling the truth. They hoped not, but they were both painfully aware that this might be the last time they saw their son, looking like…their son.

His legs pulled in closer, shrinking rapidly. Soon the skin where his knees used to be had been pulled off the bed, and the rest of his legs were soon to follow. Glenn felt the dog’s cum shift to his waist area as his chest pushed out. It was like his ribcage was fizzing and dissolving into liquid, meanwhile his skin itself firmed up. The biggest thing he was feeling was the pleasure radiating from his cock-hands, which seemed, impossibly, to widen under him. In reality, the hands and shaft were sinking into his skin, and were soon nothing but a slight bump.

“What’s h-h-” Glenn tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. It was getting harder to get his vocal chords to make a sound.

“Glenn, I’m so, so sorry,” his mom said, wiping back tears. His body had been reduced to a three-foot tube, legs into melon-sized furry testicles. His head was still intact, except for hair that had since fallen out.

His father approached the bed. “Don’t blame me for this. I wouldn’t have had to kick you out if not for your own laziness.”

“S-sorry, Dad,” Glenn forced out, barely a whisper. “It’s all m-my fault, not yours.” He coughed, and it was like his lungs were inflating with hot water. “All of th-this. Y-you both deserved b-better. I’m sorry.” Those last words were almost inaudible, and anything that followed was soundless. Lungs submerged, he felt the liquid travel up his throat, clogging his breathing entirely. His lips were numb and now ceased to move. Another cough brought the water up into his mouth, only, it was saltier than water. He was choking now, spitting the liquid out as he tried to writhe free. Suddenly, his body felt weightless, lifting dizzily off the bed.

I’m becoming Harvey’s cock, he finally realized. Part of him had realized much sooner, but his brain rejected the notion. Now his brain seemed to be softening with his skull, and he watched his mouth and nose form almost a muzzle, pushing out and up his face. He no longer coughed, the pre dribbled out of him out of his control. His whole body still felt like it needed to cum, but now it no longer seemed to be wholly his own decision.

His ass and waist pushed out into a canine knot, stretched as it already was. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of the dog’s existing sheath start to slide around his waist, hugging him securely. His legs went from melons to grapefruits. His body was only about a foot long at this point, and it was as he felt his eyes force shut that he lost most of his contact with the outside world. His ears shrank to the sides of his cockhead, and his mouth and nose fused into a piss slit. All there was now was taste and touch, as he dangled ever closer to the dog.

His parents watched in silent terror as their son slowly transformed into an indistinguishable doggy cock. Harvey’s tail was wagging, and at times he would watch the changes too. Then the transformation ended, Glenn’s shaft just under a foot in length, jiggling balls the size of lemons. Harvey barked.

“Glenn, are you still there?” his mom called out. Nothing happened. His dad reached out gingerly and touched Glenn’s red skin. Pleasure rippled from the bottom of his shaft, and he felt his body inadvertently jump, flaring out. Frank automatically pulled his hand away, repulsed. Glenn twitched, his body shaking under the dog as Harvey stepped a bit. He wanted more of whatever just touched him.

Although she had just watched her husband’s experience, Catherine felt compelled to touch her son as well, as if they could still communicate through feeling. She refused to believe he was just dogmeat. Glenn’s hot, spongy flesh brushed against her finger, prompting another needy twitch from her son. She took this as a sign that he could sense her. In reality, Glenn was slowly forgetting what it was to see, to hear, to speak, to be someone. Being just one part of the whole, relegated to autopilot, messed with his head. More than anything else, the pleasure was like a complete sensational override. Another bead of hot pre shot out of his ballsack, traveling from the base of his shaft to the tip. The salty taste was quickly becoming addictive, associating in his brain with pleasure. Catherine felt compelled to pull her hand away, much like her husband had, but she just couldn’t do it. The pre spilling out the slit and onto her hand was her son’s pre, after all. Wasn’t it? He was the one producing it, right? Maybe it was all he could give her; it was a bittersweet realization.

She wanted to give something to him, too. She wanted to apologize, for her husband and herself. True, her son was the cause of most of his own problems, but he’d actually admitted it for the first time, just now. She wanted to forgive him, and she wanted to believe he was still aware of her. She couldn’t hug him one final time, but she did the next best thing, which was, in a way, a hug. Tentatively, she wrapped her sticky hand around Glenn’s body, gripping his cockflesh. Harvey barked his approval as she began stroking.

“What are you doing?” Frank demanded.

“I don’t know, I–” she felt her son pulse in her grasp, a strangely tender, intimate feeling. “I guess I’m saying goodbye.” Pre dribbled out constantly, running down her hand then dripping onto the blanket below.

Glenn had never felt so amazing in his entire life. It wasn’t just the pleasure, which wracked him like a tsunami crashing into a tugboat. It wasn’t just the feeling of release. It was a feeling of purpose that he hadn’t known his entire life. He was finally useful, finally had a job to do, and it was a job he discovered he loved.

As his whole body was masturbated, he felt something deep within him that was greater even than the pleasure of touch. It was building like a deep buzz inside his base, and he felt his body tense up, even as he drooled more pre. As it was building, and as he was losing his body to lust, he was dimly aware that the feeling on his skin was somehow familiar. The touch of those fingers, the feeling of a giant palm wrapped around his girth, seemed like a touch he had known all his life. His body was pumped violently now, and then…nothing. There was a slight pause, and he no longer felt the hand’s touch.

And then there was a new, albeit similar, sensation, but one that he was sure must be a bitch in heat. He felt entombed in a wet, hot vacuum, and still he jerked, every crevice of him whiting out to pleasure that he couldn’t contain any longer. The vibrating buzz leapt dizzyingly out from his base and through his urethra, his entire body having become a spongy tube. It was like lightning shooting through his length, just as hot and electric. His entire body jerked up, and doggy jizz exploded from his open mouth. It spewed in wave after wave, rope after rope, each time jerking his body forward in a wave of unrestrained, euphoric ecstasy. Yes, this was his purpose. This was what he was good at. This was the most incredible moment of his life.

Frank turned and left, disgusted by the sight of his wife jacking off the dog. For Catherine, even as her strokes built speed, there was a tugging inside of her telling her that this was not enough. This couldn’t be all there was. There had to be more. More of her son to hold, to communicate with. Had she lost him forever, encased in a dog cock? Harvey had begun thrusting in time with her jerks, gaining momentum, but she was left unsatisfied. As hard as it was to part with her son, even for a moment, she let her hand unwrap from his body. Then she climbed onto the bed, on her knees. The massive dane had no trouble fitting the upper half of her body underneath him. Her lips made contact with her son, and she let the dog thrust him deep into her mouth. He felt hot against her tongue, but there was a tingling sensation, too. Something was communicated between mother and cock, both an apology and an embrace. Then, without preamble, her son shot doggy cum down her throat, which she was forced to swallow down. It was much more than she expected, and suddenly she, too, was beginning to feel bloated. Eventually he slowed, and she extricated him from her mouth, rubbing her tongue against his sensitive flesh one last time.

Her husband had long since taken off, and she could hear the front door slam shut downstairs. A moment later, there was the revving of an engine and the sound of a car driving swiftly away. She watched her son retract lazily into his new sheath, his body being wrapped tight by his new owner.

Glenn, too, felt himself slip into his sheath for the first time. His sheath, his own. It belonged to him now, it was going to be where he spent the rest of his life. And it felt so good to slide up into Harvey, to feel his wet warmth against his skin. Soon, his whole body was encased in his sheath, and he felt himself drift off into something similar to sleep. And it was then that he recognized that it wasn’t only a sense of purpose that he found, but a true home, inside of his most beloved friend. He wasn’t just inside of Harvey, he was a piece of Harvey. He was, in a way, Harvey now. And words could never describe how good it felt.

Frank never returned home, and who could blame him? This was not the worst news for Catherine, however, who found herself spending more quality time with her son than ever before. Eventually, several weeks later, she decided it was time she bought her own Draught of Desire. She took Harvey to the countryside; she had explained to her brother in advance she’d be dropping two dogs off at his farm while he was out of town. She uncorked the vial and drank the red liquid down. After Frank left, she had certain needs that were no longer being satisfied (even with Frank around, were they?). Admittedly, she’d already tried multiple times with Harvey, but Glenn never fit quite right. Finally, he was about to.