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The promise of good pay for a lazy weekend work sitting was just the sort of easy money Wes was attracted to. Twenty-two years old and out of work the opportunity was one he took readily. The payout was nice enough that he roped his twin sister, currently on summer break from college, into the deal. It was late Friday afternoon on a cooler than usual summer day, putting the twins in good spirits.

She was similarly attracted to the money and seemingly simple job of watching a woman’s place for three days, two nights. The house was even in the town they grew up in so it was a short trip. Wasn’t until they were driving over to meet the owner for a runthrough that Lucy remembered the place having a reputation when they were kids.

“It was a witch I think. Or was it a mad scientist? It’s been years since I thought about that, sis,” Wes remarked, scratching his head in the passenger’s seat.

“Both were true at one time or another. Lots of other rumors too but you know how kids are. All it takes is a creepy house and strict property lines to get kids calling people witches or warlocks or whatever. Did the woman on the phone sound like a witch?” Lucy asked her brother in jest.

“I don’t know what a witch sounds like. Besides, I talked to the deceased owner’s grand-niece who inherited the place. She seemed young, nice, and didn’t give off creepy vibes,” recalled Wes. “In fact she sounded kinda cute.”

“You say that about most girls,” joked Lucy.

“Yeah well when you’re single since high school everyone starts sounding cute,” Wes said for himself, shrugging off her teasing.

Lucy shook her head and didn’t want to hear more about her brother’s infatuations. “Just try to be composed and presentable when we’re around her, okay? Last thing I need is you embarrassing me like you love to.”

“I don’t love to. It just happens a lot,” explained Wes.

They were both brunettes, fair skinned, freckles on their faces, hazel eyes, high cheekbones, and similar pudgy body types. Lucy had always been more of the go getter of the two while Wes was the more introverted one. They were very used to the other and though they verbally sparred would have the other’s back in any situation. It’s why Wes contacted his sister for help and why she answered.

“Okay that is a pretty creepy old house. Now I remember passing this on our bus on the way to school,” Wes remarked as they pulled up in front of the over two hundred year old Victorian mansion. The age showed in the pale, weathered wooden siding, decaying roof, broken stained glass windows, creepy gables, and a covered porch filled with all manner of trash. The whole property was surrounded by a high white picket fence that looked the newest feature by far with its only twenty year old cost of paint. Surrounded by willows, gnarled oaks, overgrown thorn bushes, and a dark, encroaching forest on all but the side facing the road. “This place always gave me the creeps,” shivered Wes as the memories flooded back.

“Oh right, this place. Guess it was less witchy and more hoarder's paradise. Kinda hoped it was witches,” a smiling Lucy commented . She parked on the street as the driveway had two dumpsters, a moving van, and a car taking up all the space to the curb.

The pair grabbed their luggage for the weekend from the trunk and by the time they were going up the driveway a cherry faced woman with curly red hair, gray eyes, a thin build, and overalls came out dragging an old bent standing lamp behind her. She also had on work gloves, boots, and a pale pink sports bra that was soaked with sweat. “You must be the Royals! Howdy, I’m Meribeth Howzer. I believed I talked to you on the phone. Wes, right?” greeted the overly exuberant woman as she shook the man’s hand.

“That’s right,” smiled Wes whose arm was being jerked every which way by the handshake.

“Oh peaches! That means you’re Lucy then. A real pleasure, darling,” Meribeth said, having switched to vigorously shaking the sister’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Meribeth. That lamp you’ve got there has sure seen better days,” remarked Lucy cordially. Taking the energetic greeting in a better stride than her brother.

Meribeth took the busted lamp she’d be dragging into her hands. “If you saw this thing when it was new you’d know that ain’t the case. Was ugly as sin and nothing more than kitschy garbage,” she stated. Then promptly hurled the lamp into the nearest dumpster with a divine satisfaction on her face.

“Now it’s just garbage,” Wes mused.

The red head laughed heartily. Trying and failing to stop herself snorting. “I like you, Wes. Good head on your shoulders and- wait a gosh-darned minute. Are you, twins? I know you’re siblings but gosh the similarities are uncanny” Meribeth astutely reckoned.

“Usually it takes people a lot longer than that to figure it out. You’ve got some sharp eyes,” said Lucy.

Giving a chuckle, Meribeth winked at the pair. “If you can believe it, I have three sets of relatives with twins. A couple cousins with twins and an uncle with triplets. Simple a knack for that sorta thing, I reckon. Anyway, thanks so much for answering the ad and doing this for me. This house landed in my lap when my aunt died a few months ago and I’ve been trying to get everything taken care of. My great aunt wasn’t great at organization, as you may have picked up on with all the trash and chaos strewn about. I did mention on the phone things are a bit of a mess. But trust me when I tell y'all that it used to be way, way worse. Come on in and I’ll give you the tour and rundown of things. I suggest you keep your shoes on when you get inside. Floors ain’t exactly spic and span, sweeties,” warned Meribeth as she had them follow her towards the front door.

“Did you know your great aunt well?” asked Lucy out of curiosity.

“Not particularly. I only ever saw her at weddings or funerals- culminating in her own no less!” laughed Meribeth. “She wasn’t well liked by the family outside of my late mother. I never said more than two words to her at any gathering, yet here I am sorting through what’s left of her. And I gotta be honest here: most of what's left belongs in a dumpster.”

“Thanks to you then, it’s all going where it belongs,” Wes pointed out.

“You could sure say that, hun! I’ve gone through about half of the house at this point. Some rooms you’ll see are totally empty except for some lights. While others, a politician couldn’t even slither their way through if an intern was on the other side. I’d keep going but I have to head upstate to see four different attornies about my great aunt’s mess of legal documents. I’d much rather be here, digging splinters out of my fingers and risking lead poisoning than talking to stiff suits. Alas, that ain’t the case. Thanks to you two, at least I don’t have to stress the whole time about this place being safe from thieves or vandalizers,” Meribeth continued to explain as they walked up the porch steps.

“It’s no trouble at all. We live in town and could use the extra cash,” admitted Wes.

“Ugh, people are fucking assholes. We’ll make sure no one takes anything or trespasses while you’re gone. It may all be trash but it’s your trash,” asserted Lucy with a playful anger. “I guess you couldn’t get any of those many nieces to watch the place instead?”

“Nah. Most of the family lives down south more. I’m a ten hour drive and by far the closest one. Leaves me to turn to lovely local folks like you for help. Which works out for y'all, I reckon,” a grateful Meribeth expounded. “Well come on in! Mind your step here. Floorboards have sunk a tad,” she advised as she entered. The twins in tow.

They were given a tour of the whole house by their loquacious host from top to bottom. The first floor felt cavernous with its empty rooms, high ceilings, covered windows, and stained, warped wooden floorboards. Other than a few lamps to give the rooms lights or a rolled out carpet things were bare. Amongst the cleaned rooms was the kitchen and its working, but very dated, appliances. There was a door to the backyard along with a fruit basket on the counter that Merideth had purchased in gratitude for the twins.

Next they headed up a creaky wooden staircase to the second floor where Meribeth showed them their separate rooms, both clean with a bed and linens, and a bathroom down the hall they could use. Beyond these rooms and the hallways, spaces were cluttered with boxes and all manner of items. There was a third floor and attic that Meribeth explained she’d not really gotten to and warned against going into those areas. Something Wes and Lucy were fine avoiding for their own safety.

Going down into the basement it was a similar story of clutter and mess. A path and small areas had been cleared to the circuit breaker and water heater by Meribeth. Who wanted the twins to know where it was in case of an emergency. From there they headed out a backdoor in the kitchen to the yard.

“It was an overgrown mess of thorns and garden hoses when I found it. Had a lovely group of guys from a landscaping team come out over the last two days to clean the whole mess up. Worth every penny!” Meribeth had said of the recently cleared acre and a half of land.

Lawnmowers had cut the grass very low. They’d driven on top of overgrown flower beds and spread dirt everywhere in the process. There were several freshly hewn tree stumps, numerous dirt fills of divots, nubs of torn out bushes along the fence, and those few trees that remained were old, gnarled things. Two were large, misshapen oaks and five crab apple trees huddled in a far corner. The fence was in worse shape than it was in the front as just at a glance, Wes could see three large gaps big enough to ride a horse through.

There in the backyard Meribeth went over the basics of why she hired Wes and Lucy. Keeping anyone off the property, whatever the reason, was the main job. Meribeth didn’t expect them to clean or continue her work and even insisted they catch up on some reading. Her biggest concern was for people coming at night and for that the twins already had in mind a plan to work in shifts so that someone would always be awake and on guard. That did a lot to calm Meribeth’s worry. She warned to keep an eye out for people and animals, noting that wild animals from the forest definitely stalked by at night.

That night after Wes and Lucy had settled into their rooms Meribeth treated them to a home cooked meal and over dinner spoke about her reclusive great aunt. About how her family figured her for a witch too and mostly let her keep to herself like she wanted. Meribeth had yet to find anything in the house to lend the idea of her actually being a real witch any credence. Just that she’d been a hoarder who loved occasionally taking walks in the woods. The twins shared what they knew of the house from fractured memories and childhood gossip.

After dinner, Meribeth provided them with papers covering emergency contact numbers, where important things were in the house, a map of the property, and simple house rules. Meribeth had the confidence to pay the pair upfront for their work before leaving for the weekend. Wishing them the best of luck while embracing them to the point of pain in parting.

Getting that upfront payment might have lured others to leave there and then but the Royal twins had their pride. They weren’t the greedy sort and had actually been looking forward to the time away from everyone else in different surroundings. Neither could have brought themselves to suggest such a thing anyway, for fear the other would judge them. So keeping to the plan was never in doubt. Merely who would get the first shift and have to stay up that first night.

Using their time tested method of rock, paper, scissors landed Lucy the happy one going to bed for the night. Wes hunkered down near a bay window that was one of the few uncovered as it overlooked the front yard, whole driveway, and garage. All of it covered by motion trigger lights. He plugged his laptop charger into a nearby powerstrip and used pillows and his backpack for a place to lay against. In his foresight he’d brought a case of energy drinks to help keep him awake and sort of alert.

That night for Wes was mostly uneventful. A single instance of hearing animals in the backyard could have been anything from a raccoon to a fox to a cat to someone’s lost dog for all Wes knew. The motion lights in the back went on and by the time he could reach the backdoor he caught just a glimpse of a furry tail disappearing through one of the holes in the fence. Otherwise Wes spent the night catching up on tv shows and transiting between his vantage point, the refrigerator, and the bathroom. Until morning. At precisely 8:13, almost an hour and a half later than agreed, Lucy came down the stairs to take over watch duty.

“Take your time. Not like I’ve been up all night,” Wes sardonically commented to his sister as she made herself coffee in the kitchen.

“It’s not my fault. That bed was really hard to get out of,” Lucy said with a yawn. “Feel free to sleep an hour later if you want to make it up.”

“Hour and a half. And I will, probably. If I can even get to sleep,” groaned Wes, rubbing his eyes. He was tired but also wired from his last downed energy drink.

“Not tired?”

“I am. Sort of. My last energy drink has my heart and mind still buzzing,” Wes complained.

“If you need, I have some sleeping pills. They’re with the rest of my meds and toiletries in the upstairs bathroom,” Lucy offered without a second thought.

“That's my sis. Always comes in clutch,” Wes extolled with relief.

“Somehow I figured one or both of us would need some. They knock me out so just take one, okay?” she urged her brother while pouring coffee into a large, pink tumbler. Lucy knew her brother’s tendency to overdo things.

“I will, I will. I don’t really like the medicine head sleep but it’s better than nothing. I hope things are quiet and boring for you,” Wes told his sister as he left for bed.

“Me too. I’ve got loads of applications to fill out. Sleep tight. Don’t let the ghost-of-an-angry-powerful-witch bite… your head off,” Lucy remarked with a whimsy that Wes couldn’t match. So he didn’t try and just passively waved at her before leaving.

With her brother out of the way and it being a sunny morning Lucy decided on a walk around the property. She slipped on her sandals and went out through the front door with a tumbler of coffee in hand. Lucy had on an old pair of gym shorts, some cotton underwear, and a braless tank top. The warmth and the sun had done away with the morning dew already when Lucy stepped into the grass. Traffic passing the house was light so the sounds were all of rustling leaves and branches, the chirping of birds, and numerous insects. Lucy spent most of the past few years going to college in a big city and felt overdue reconnecting with nature.

Lucy sipped her coffee as she made her way around the house, going over the driveway, back to the garage, and then through a gate into the backyard. She meandered around the yard imagining how she would landscape it if the house were hers. Idle thinking to pass the time while poking around. Then as Lucy walked over to the largest of the gaps in the fence she caught sight of something hiding in the roots of the nearest oak.

Nestled in the flat space between several spurs of the tree’s trunk was a doghouse. Seemingly made from the same wood used for the fence it was old and weathered. Unlike the fence it was more sturdily built and other than looks was in good condition. It was made for a larger dog both in width and length. But to Lucy’s eye the arched doorway was slightly on the smaller side. Over the door, painted in black with a thin brush, were the faded words ‘Dogs Only’.

“Huh, Meribeth didn’t say anything about her relative owning a dog. Judging by how old this thing is, the dog might have died before Meribeth was born,” Lucy figured to herself aloud. It was likely long abandoned. However she saw the few spots grass around the entrance were as if someone had been laying there. Strange grooves in the dirt drew the woman’s eyes inside the doghouse. Where in the dim light Lucy saw something orange laying at the very back. “What the? The heck is that? Is that fabric” she asked, squinting her eyes at the object.

The ever inquisitive Lucy decided there was only one to find out. First she found some flat soil to set her coffee down on before getting on her hands and knees to get a better look. It appeared to be a hat but Lucy had to crawl into the doghouse up to her waist to be sure. The hat was a branded one for the landscaping company that Meribeth had hired.

“Must have blown into her or something,” Lucy surmised with hat in hand. “Wes likes hats. Maybe he’ll want it.” She tried to reverse herself out of the doghouse but couldn’t as her waist was stuck in the doorway. So Lucy pushed harder and wiggled her body to get it through but to no avail. Even flattening out her legs didn’t help. Frustration started setting in. “Stupid dog house! I had no trouble getting in, why am I stuck now?”

That the doorway could have magically shrunk to trap Lucy was not a possibility she’d entertained for good reason. With this the actual culprit there was no way that she could know there was no freeing herself, and so kept on fighting against the impossible. Knocking off her sandals in the process of getting herself no less stuck than before. Lucy’s only comfort was that her brother wasn’t here to see this.

Fifteen minutes of struggling tired Lucy out. She rested and tried to calm herself down to think of a way out. The most comfortable position for her was arms folded under, knees bent, and her round ass sticking awkwardly out. Lucy felt far from dignified.

“Well, Lucy, you idiot, how are you getting yourself out of this one?” she sighed.

Lucy’s struggles hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed. Though not by her brother who was out cold in bed. Instead another, a black furred hound more wolf than housepet, had caught wind of the woman’s predicament from nearby in the forest. He followed his nose to the fence and to a hole it knew well. There he found Lucy attempting to shimmy herself backwards to no avail. The trap had caught another and the grinning hound was happy to take advantage once again.

The wolfdog licked his lips as he swaggered up to the doghouse. Smelling Lucy’s sweat from a mixture of panic and exertion further fueled the growing passions within the hound. Lucy being none the wiser to the canine’s presence let him get up close with his nose to the woman’s protruding ass. He searched for a sweet magical smell hidden among the many others that was the invitation the wolfdog wanted. The very hint of it wafting from Lucy’s nethers spurred him to make himself known.

“Stupid piece of crap doghouse! I’ll break you down before I- ah! Wh-What the hell is that? Who’s back there? What’s back there?!” Lucy gasped when wolfdog’s nose buried itself in the crack of her ass. Her first thought was Wes fucking with her. Then heard the bestial snorting and huffing of the wolfdog. Looking back through the few small gaps, Lucy caught glimpses of something big, dark, and furry behind her. For a second the toothy, panting face of the hound was visible and it terrified her. “No, no, no! Get away! B-Bad dog!” she stammered fearfully.

The wolfdog paid no heed to Lucy’s protests and kept sniffing in the maturing scents wafting out of the woman’s cunt. There was more than enough to get to male’s blood flowing. Lucy may not have been able to see the dog’s cock emerging from its sheath but she felt the dog’s excitement when it started licking and nipping at her shorts trying to get at her.

“Get away from me! Leave me alone!” she howled while now trying to desperately pull herself into the doghouse. Which didn’t work.

With a careful chomp the wolfdog’s teeth sunk into the fabric of Lucy’s shorts. A hearty tug ripped a hole in the seat of her shorts and split the seam wide open. Lucy let out squealing yelp while the canine’s tail wagged triumphantly. The hound’s nose and tongue shot right back to pressed against Lucy’s cunt. Which had grown moist despite her fearfulness due to the enchantment that had fallen upon her. An unwanted gift from the doghouse that had her trapped and at the wolfdog’s mercy. The thin white linen of her panties that were Lucy’s last barrier was to the wolfdog a final obstacle to be overcome.

The wolfdog nipped and ripped off Lucy’s panties like he had the shorts to greater effect. They tore in half and laid bare her damp, oddly swollen labia and vulva to the thirsty animal. Seven inches of crimson doggy dick had slid out under the hound’s belly and more inches surged out when at last the nose and tongue could press skin-to-skin.

“No! You’re eating my clothes! Stop, please! Wes! If you can hear me, help!” Lucy called out. Even with the doghouse muffling Lucy’s cries for help her brother wouldn’t have roused from his medicated slumber. She feared the next lunge she felt would take a meaty chunk out of her and was speechless when instead the wolfdog’s excited tongue licked at her pussy. “Fuuuuck, what is he doing? Why is- why you… licking there. S-Stop…” she begged in a shaky, warbling voice. Reflecting the conflicting emotions competing in Lucy’s head.

Once the initial fear that she was just being tenderized passed and it sunk in for Lucy the animal’s interest was more carnal. The more the vigor and long tongue lapped up her juices the more juices it got flowing for it to create a cycle of ever rising instinctual needs. A need to be mounted, taken, bred, and mated was strong and was not so foreign to Lucy. But that only a large, strong, healthy canine- like the one licking her cunt- could satisfy those needs disgusted her. She tried to push it away but like a rising tide was taking her all the same.

The wolfdog’s tongue was triggering Lucy’s influx of new hormones were from more than the mere sultry friction between them. As he licked, the woman’s genitals shifted into a canine’s swollen sex when in heat. Over the course of five minutes the transformation caused more pleasure than pain to Lucy who couldn’t fathom that what was feeling was her species changing. Neither did the spreading of changes outward from her; darkening skin, sprouting dark hairs, spreading ass cheeks, bowing hips, and a nub at the base of her spine. The subtle transformation wasn’t obvious to Lucy but anyone catching sight of her could see her backside was more dog than human.

Backing away and taking in the new view, the hound barked his approval. Those barks shook Lucy out of the horny daze where she found herself having trouble thinking clearly. It took her looking around at her surroundings and seeing the hat that had lured her in to remind Lucy where she was.

“Damn it. What is going on with me? Why do I… like it?” Lucy questioned herself aloud.

The answer wouldn’t have soothed her had known what was happening to her body. What was still happening. Prickling heat over her ass and thighs could be a lot of things. Pleasurable sensations masked the truth and prevented Lucy from putting it all together. Then aching from her toes to her lower back set in from skin to bone.

Audible cracking and popping sounds accompanied vivid realignment of everything sticking out of the doghouse. Lucy’s feet had been kicking grooves in the dirt to free herself this whole time but now fought to just keep them under her. Not easy with shrinking toes, lengthening dark nails, and paw pads she was growing. To her it was like her legs were getting shorter, itchier, and somehow none of it hurt. It did all feel wrong, bizarre, and was occurring too quickly for her to know what was really happening until after it happened.

The wolfdog helpfully tore away the rest of Lucy’s shorts. Laying her changes bare. She stood rather than knelt now on sturdy paws. The unfinished, canine shape of her legs was unassailable to anyone who saw her. More patches of black dog fur broke out and covered unsightly bulging going on just under her skin. Her tail had gotten longer while her legs had shrunk. Dark fur would plume out from Lucy’s newest appendage. It wagged and swayed to life on its own as the woman’s mind continued to merge with budding instincts. Ones so persistent that Lucy was no longer freaking out.

“Feel so, hot. What is happening to me back there? Why… why did he stop licking me?” a confused Lucy pondered. Then bit her lip and admitted, “I liked when he licked me… I don’t know why but I really fucking want more.”

Desire had overtaken terror for Lucy without her fully aware it happened. The wolfdog had the pleasure of tasting, smelling, and watching the woman’s lower half transform. To his amber gold eyes, what the wolfdog saw was a proper bitch coming into her own. Didn’t matter to him what the top half looked like because the bottom was just about ripe for breeding. He was waiting for Lucy’s legs to stop trembling for the actual deed. With her progress the wolfdog knew it wouldn’t be much longer. So he sat and occasionally licked at his throbbing ten inches of doggy cock to lubricate it for the fun to come.

Lucy was panting, tongue lolling out of her mouth from the heat caused everything happening to her. Nowhere was the need and heat greater than from her fully canine cunt. Instinct guided her to a proper dog’s stance on her back legs with tail lifted and butt presenting itself. Fur coated her on all sides right up to where Lucy’s body was still wedged in. The doghouse ensured the woman couldn’t free herself by adjusting to keep snug to her. Nothing Lucy could do would have overcome the cursed structure. So it fell to the only one on hand.

The wolfdog sprung back to his feet as Lucy got stabilized on her own. He hurried over and after seeing he would need some more room took it upon himself to make it. So he carefully grabbed her erect, wagging tail in his mouth and proceeded to drag her out.

“What’s happening? H-H-Hey! Let go of me! I don’t wanna go!” Lucy frantically demanded, grasping at the ground and walls. The far stronger wolfdog ignored her futile pleas and pulled her out up to the shoulders. This bunched her tank top up around her neck and exposed most of her torso. Lucy had no time to recover before the aggressive and heavy weight of the wolfdog landed on her back. It caught her off guard. Then she felt his forelegs gripping her ribs. Followed by his cock brushing against her thighs.”This… this is happening. Do I want this?” she questioned just as the tip of the wolfdog’s cock probed for her cunt. ‘I want this…’

The first of four new sets of teats were budding as the wolfdog’s cock pushed into Lucy. With every successive thrust another set grew in while the previous had mounds bulging up underneath them. Fur spread up her back and stomach to brush against the wolfdog’s own with things getting more heated. The transformation accelerated with the hound finding his cadence. Everything the dog had pulled clear the doghouse had shifted in less than minute’s fucking. Giving the beast a better grip on her.

“D-Dont, stop. Hard…er… More,” Lucy begged with a whine. Her voice had grown deep and coarse.

It was a very willing Lucy that the wolfdog tugged fully free of the doghouse so he could enjoy her in full, stripping her shirt off completely. Lucy scrunched her neck down as powerful transformative waves carried the changes into her shoulders, arms, hands, and up her neck. She welcomed the fur, the shorter arms, the paws, and the longer neck. Thoughts dulled by her carnal lusts so that looking down and seeing her hands lose their shape to a dog’s paw felt right. Lucy stood more firmly within only a couple more minutes, at the cost of more of her dwindling humanity.

Lucy lifted a swaying head up as the transformation reached her head. The first sign was growing canine teeth followed by a twitchy, blackening nose. Then the wolfdog’s knot started to swell, and Lucy was content to let the changes happen while she let her mind melt into the first of several orgasms. The wolfdog was the one who relished Lucy’’s ears tenting upwards while her face pushed forward. So his swelling knot did not stop his thrusting. When he thrust that last time and his seed gushed in there wasn’t much of human Lucy left. Fur had taken over hair and spread up to her blackened lips.

Nothing but one human eye and the girl’s earrings- now hanging from the tips of her new ears- remained when the two spent canines collapsed in the grass. The male’s cock remained stuck in her with the knot needing time to come down. In those few blushing moments Lucy’s physical transformation had run its course. Inside she had some vague awareness of herself as Lucy but her sense of self was unabashedly canine. She looked back at the wolfdog for the first time and felt a deep affection for him. Like she was made to be his mate.

When the male could finally separate himself he escaped out the same way he came in. Without hesitation or thought to her brother, Lucy hurried after the new love of her life and out into the wild.

It was dark out when Wes was able to wake from restless sleep. It struck him as odd that his sister wasn’t there to wake him up. Especially when he saw that he’d been asleep for over eighteen hours. Wes thought he would find her downstairs asleep on the job but after getting dressed- jeans and a t-shirt- and searching every room he couldn’t find her. He tried calling her but he found her phone ringing on the kitchen table and no sign of Lucy.

Wes was worried without jumping to any crazy conclusions. Though with her phone, purse, and car all still there it was hard to imagine where she went. His first instinct was to search the house the best he could. When that turned up nothing he found a flashlight on the basement door and headed out the front door in search. A cloudless sky and nearly full moon helped him as combed the property. His path unwittingly followed the path down the driveway to the garage and into the backyard when Wes turned up nothing.

“Lucy! Where the fuck are you? If this is because I teased you for sleeping in this morning I think we’re even! Calm on, there are bugs out here! And this backyard is creeping me out! Lucy!” Wes called out at the top of his lungs. No response.

He walked around the backyard turning up nothing. Real doubts were setting in when Wes spied something hiding the shadows of the old oak. Running over, Wes found Lucy’s pink coffee tumbler knocked over and empty. He found scraps of clothes that led him to the doghouse he’d been oblivious to all this time. There just inside the doghouse was the tank top Lucy had worn just that morning. Wes went weak at the knees thinking that something bad had happened to his sister.

“This is bad. What the hell could have happened to her? This is too fucking weird,” Wes fretted as dropped to his knees. Nothing was adding up and what he had found raised concerning questions. Before Wes allowed himself to think the worst he saw something else was inside the doghouse- buried way at the back.

Desperation for answers compelled Wes to make the same unintentional error his sister had; setting down his phone and crawling head first into the doghouse hoping for a clue. And finding instead the orange landscaper’s hat and the familiar problem of being wedged in the doorway. His stomach was stuck and all the squirming and wiggling wasn’t helping.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Let me go of me you stupid wooden piece of crap! I gotta find my sister! Fucking damn it, I don’t have time for this!” Wes was quicker to anger than his sister. Stronger too. Didn’t help him free himself any better than Lucy’s fruitless attempts. The doghouse had him and wouldn't let him go just yet. With no notion of what was coming for him Wes cooled off after something occurred to him. “Lucy! Did you plan this? If so, hahaha, you got me! I’m an idiot! Can you get me out of this fucking thing? Hello?” he loudly joked.

Wes waited and waited and waited for a reply but got nothing. Several minutes passed when he heard twigs snap underfoot nearby. He thought he heard the fence rattle as something large approached. Hearing footsteps coming up behind him, Wes presumed it was his sister and tried to make a bigger fool of himself than he already felt he was.

“Go on, take a few pictures or videos or whatever. Just know if you share them our deal to be an organ donor for the other is off!” Wes tried to laugh off.

He expected to hear Lucy bursting out in her distinct snorting laughter any second. What he got was that same hungry wolfdog biting and aggressively ripping at his jeans that had come upon his sister. They did not tear as easily as Lucy’s shorts had, requiring several increasingly fierce tugs that succeeded in ripping not just a hole but pulled a massive strip from the waistband down his right leg. To screams and protests from Wes his pants were completely torn off his legs. Wes now wished he’d put on underwear.

“Stop! Please! What the hell are you doing back there? What did you do to my- ooooOOoooooohhhhh!” moaned Wes when a ravenous tongue licked him from balls to asshole. The wolfdog speedily descended into greedy slobbering of the whole intimate area. As unexpected as the dog’s tongue was curious arousal he felt from such attention. Making it hard to speak out. “Bad… dog? Get away, whatever you… you are! I… I… shit. I gotta snap out of this. This is fucked,” Wes had enough clarity to recognize. All while sporting an erection.

Again, like his sister, Wes tried to crawl into the doghouse to get away and was just as stuck as his sister. The wolfdog could taste the familiar tie Wes had to first consort he’d taken that day. Knowing how well that turned out was fueling the hound’s exuberant tongue bath. Without a cunt this time to lick into shape the infectious magic manifested this time with his tail sprouting.

The licking distracted from the tail’s initial growth as it diffused to bulge over his bare ass. He couldn’t distinguish the feeling of the wolfdog’s muzzle and a new appendage. Gradually it elongated, gaining muscles and nerves. Unwanted pangs of arousal caused Wes’s tail to wag and made him aware of the unsettling beginning of his coming transformation.

“Am I growing… a, tail? No, that can’t be right. Stop licking me! Leave me alone! I… I… I feel so wrong.” a beleaguered Wes bemoaned as he tried to find his composure. Yet the tail kept growing, getting thicker and prickling with pins and needles that spawned dark hairs up the extending length. The man’s protests and attempts to free himself amounted to nothing. The wolfdog kept up its slavering of the man’s ass. Stopping only when Wes’s tail was furry enough to get a good grip. “Never been more humiliated in all my- yeeoch! What are you, how are you- no, stop!” Wes yelped as he found himself being dragged out of the doghouse by his tail.

The wolfdog merely desired room to mount and so judicially released Wes so that his shoulders were the part squeezed by the entryway. This resulted in his shirt bunching up under his arms to force them under to keep him out of the dirt. The paused lulled Wes into thinking the animal had listened. Instead the wolfdog howled before mounting the young man, his canine cock dwarfing Wes’s by several magnitudes. A fact Wes was about to get closely acquainted with as the hound worked its hips trying to find the man’s saliva lubricated asshole.

“This can’t be fucking happening! G-Get off me you mangy mutt!” a desperate Wes clamored.

A thrust finally found its mark and Wes felt a massive canine cock enter his asshole. Wes yowled from pain and pleasure while the wolfdog howled for pleasure alone. The man’s arms went weak as felt every girthy inch force its way into him- stretching his ass as it filled it. Somehow this aggressive violation had Wes so turned on that his cock was at the edge of bursting. Then promptly burst when wolfdog’s furred balls slapped against the man’s once the cock was buried to the hilt.

Wes’s cries of pain became uncomfortable moans of lust. He shot the biggest load of his life into the dirt under him. Which doused any pain in a feral pleasure that Wes had never known. No awareness that as the wolfdog fucked him his manhood was shrinking. Cum leaked from his contracting penis while Wes’s balls shriveled away along with his scrotum into an opening that formed in the dog drool. A minute of fevered thrusting reduced Wes’s cock to a nub nestled in a budding canine cunt. Another minute and Wes had a female wolfdog’s reproductive system. With it brought the sweet smell the male truly craved.

The hound pulled out and dismounted Wes, who struggled to catch his breath. He was sweating hard with his chest and head down on the dirt floor. His arms had given out midway through and he was currently too exhausted to do anything but keep his ass out and tail up. In addition to a change of sex the young man had a litany of tiny patches of fur sprouting over his exposed portions. Another change was a gentle spreading of his ass cheeks. Foreshadowing the four legged stance Wes would be adopting soon enough. Wes missed that his breasts were budding. Or that rows of teats were visible as dark pimples down his stomach. There was too much going on and too much missing.

“This is insane. Feels like my body is turning against me. These emotions I’m getting are all… wrong,” Wes whimpered to himself between breaths. What he felt were carnal instincts pulsating from his canine sex that conflicted with his normal orientation. His mind wouldn’t let him escape a need to be mounted, taken, bred, and mated. The man’s own desires are carefully replaced with ones matching a bitch in heat so Wes found himself wondering why he wouldn’t want to be bred when that’s what a submissive bitch does when around an able bodied male. “Why can’t I feel my dick? Or my balls?” he remarked while the wolfdog mounted him a second time.

The wolfdog needed one thrust to find and plunge into Wes’s swollen, untapped canine pussy. Wes arched his back up and banged his head on the ceiling of the doghouse. He cursed and let the pain get swallowed up by the overwhelming passions brought on by the wolfdog’s slow, deliberate thrusts that followed.

‘Whatever he’s fucking back there is driving me crazy. I should want him to stop but… not yet,’ Wes thought, having not grasped that he wasn’t a man anymore.

Wes’s transformation unfolded at the faster pace despite the wolfdog’s considered pace. The hound greatly preferred the feel of fur on fur and satisfaction of seeing the human under him disappear into something he can make his own. His legs shrank, feet cramped into paws, bones realigned, teats grew, fur propagated itself over every part of Wes that wasn’t inside the doghouse, his chest barreled out, organs shifted, and his very being altered.

In heated seven minutes the wolfdog fucked the lower two thirds of Wes into the impeccable hinquarters of a wolfdog bitch. Pleased by the changes, the hound quickened its thrusts while drool dripped down onto Wes’s back. Inevitably causing his knot to swell up and lock them together for the finale. Wes was pulled free of the doghouse by the dog’s knot, causing him to squeal and whine. That stopped when the wolfdog repositioned and ripped off his shirt in one ferocious yank. Then bit down on the fur that was just now sprouting on the nape of Wes’s neck to return to knot restricted thrusts

For the first time Wes got a look at the wolf and himself. The body he saw attached to him didn’t seem real or actually part of him. Then his hands cramped and he watched them turn into four toed, furry paws while his arms and shoulders morphed. Standing on all fours got easier for Wes but for some reason he knew that was a bad sign. Those last fevered thrusts from the mounted wolfdog pushed Wes’s face forward into a canine muzzle. Bringing with it a blackened, pudgy nose, sharp teeth, long, wet, panting tongue, and more dog fur than human hair.

‘So close. I will feel better if he just, just, just… breeds me,’ thought Wes, since he could no longer form words.

Wes got his wish seconds later when the wolfdog’s thrusting stopped, his body trembled, and spasms from his cock told his girl dog brain what it wanted. Kicking off a cascade of wild orgasms that Wes’s human brain was not equipped to handle. So he let the canine instincts take control and they knew exactly how to howl when mated. Each howl was more feral and free than the last. With the perfect howl coming once Wes’s body was completely given over to that of a satisfied bitch; collapsing with and against the male like any lover would.

As Wes lay panting, drained of energy and human sense, a third wolfdog approached through the fence. Wes knew at a sniff it was Lucy. Neither showed shame or remorse for where they found themselves. Choosing to wag their tails and happily lick at simply being reunited. They’d become identical twin sisters with matching oats, eyes, size, and mate. Their lingering anxieties- leftovers from their more human concerns- were smoothed away with a few nuzzles and licks.

When the wolfdog left through the fence the twins went with him. In the dark forest ahead stood a small pack of seven wolfdogs, all female, all pregnant, waiting. They greeted the newest consort with love, licks, and sniffs. Then as a pack of ten, they dashed into the wood which filled with howls for the rest of the night.

Monday morning saw Meribeth sitting on the front porch smoking her first cigarette in years. Seven police cars sat out front or in her driveway. Officers were going over the property for evidence and cordoning off areas with tape. Fire and rescue were in the process of arriving as a lone detective continued his questioning.

“So you were not aware that the two landscapers who stayed late last Thursday had been reported missing when they failed to show up to work the next day?” the pudgy detective in a two piece suit questioned pointedly.

“Course not! If I had known they’d gone missin’ I would have done something!” Meribeth insisted. Having been questioned for over an over in the rising heat of the day her cheery demeanor was falling away. She’d arrived home to an empty house and traces of the two she hired to watch the place for the weekend. Meribeth called the police last night but they didn’t come in force until someone pieced together a string of disappearances. Suddenly the cops are trying to pin nine missing persons on her. “Didn’t know about the others either, like I told you,” she insisted.

“You said you found some of the landscapers' equipment and clothing in the backyard Friday morning. And said their work truck was still parked in front of your house. Didn’t that strike you as odd?” the detective questioned sharply.

“Well of course it did! They came to get the truck the next day and I gave them the shirts and boots I found. I told you that too, didn’t I? They apologized and I got the impression they were trying to cover for something but how was I supposed to know? I’m busy with a million things, sir. I don’t even know most of the people you’re saying went missing around here the past few months. I’ve only come down here two weeks ago myself so I don’t think your tone towards me is necessary, sir. I’m just as broken up about all this as anybody with a beating heart,” Meribeth stated with a rare flare of anger. She quickly cooled herself down and started to cry. “Poor kids. I pray nothing horrible happened. You need to find them,” she sniffled.

The detective handed Meribeth a handkerchief and apologized to the crying woman. “I’m just trying to figure out what happened, Ms. Howzer. We’re going over every square inch inside and outside the premises. If they’re here, we’ll find them. You answering my questions to the best of your ability will go a long way in helping them. And you,” he added for legal reasons.

“Thank you,” she said before blowing her nose. “I’ll tell you everything I know but it ain’t much I’m afraid.”

“Let me be the judge of that. If you’re honest and had nothing to do with it you’ve got nothing to worry about. But if you did, or you’re lying,” the detective tsked and shook his head. Then leveled an ironic threat lost on both, “Lady, if you’re lying I guarantee you’ll land where you don’t wanna be. In the dog house.”