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"A quarter?" The old crone looked at him with pleading eyes. "Just enough to get a coffee."

The alley was dark and cold, so Adam offered her his hand. "Come with me. I'll buy you dinner."

She nodded eagerly and allowed herself to be pulled up. The scent of rancid garbage hung in the air.

He didn't feel up to leaving her, but neither did he want to linger with her, so he drew her along with a tense laugh out of the alley. "This way."

There was a cafe at the corner that served fair meals and a bottomless pot of tea for a quarter, so Adam often visited when he was on his own. It seemed the right place to take the old woman.

At the corner, she paused to stare up at him, eyes twinkling. "What a nice boy you are." She leaned in closer. "But you have a bad habit."

A thousand possibilities danced through his mind, but he was, overall, just a nice normal guy?

"I can see you thinking about it." She laughed, swatting his hand lightly. "You helped me, I'll help you. Keep your hands to yourself, one full day, and you'll get a reward."

He stepped back from her in surprise. He didn't have a habit, as far as he knew, and he couldn't imagine what she meant. But it wasn't that hard to avoid touching someone for one day, so he nodded in agreement. "One day." He laughed at the whole thing. She was clearly a little nuts. Fortunately, she didn't stop him from getting her something to eat, and access to that bottomless tea. "You have a nice night, okay?"

He left her there in the cafe, intent on getting home before it got any later. She would be safe enough there.

His apartment was quiet when he stepped in, and he dropped his bag on the couch, relieved to be home. "Keep your hands to yourself," he laughed out as he loosened his tie and got comfortable to relax. "What a stupid idea." He stood in the center of the room, scratching his chest. "Doesn't even make sense." He gave his head a little shake. "One day is ridiculous."

He sank at his computer and began to check his usual sites for any interesting updates. There wasn't anything good to look at, but it was amusing all the same. "That's pretty hot," he mused, pausing at one page with two chicks going at each other. He frowned as his cock rose to full attention, and reached to rub it through his pants.

He felt a sharp zap, wrenching his hand away. "What?" Was that the hand to keep to himself? He shook his head at the idea. It was ridiculous, he decided, and rubbed again. This time it was less painful, and he pulled himself out to give his cock a stroke or two. "Just gonna rub one out," he decided.

The zaps were gone, but what he was feeling was different. He stared at his cock, touching the tip with a hesitant finger. It was reforming before his startled eyes, becoming more bestial by the moment. When he actually touched and felt it, the transformation hastened. His balls grew together, fur spilling from the roots of his pubic hair. The hair lengthened, bristled. His cock narrowed, became long and pointed with a flared tip.

He found himself caught between places. On one hand, he wanted to panic, on the other, the touches felt nice, and nicer by the moment. A few more rubs couldn't hurt.

He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, pulling in slow long motions.

It was bliss, but not right. He paused and explored with his fingers, only to find himself wishing for something other than hands. He paused, hands hovering just above the tip, close enough that he could feel the heat coming off of it. He teased around it, smearing the slick precum about his finger. The bead of cum began to spread, running up over his finger and his hands until his hands were entirely covered in a thin, slick film.

Fur erupted, his hair thickening as more joined it. His hands were becoming more like paws by the moment as he whined with building pleasure. He stroked himself again, the fur making the sensations wild and unpredictable. It was perfect, amazing. He leaned back in his chair, tail thumping against the seat behind him. He had a tail? His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

He shifted forward and looked back over his shoulder to see what he already felt wagging excitedly. He lowered his gaze, spotting a long fluffy tail. He chuckled as it wagged again, reaching for it with his left hand. His right continued to stroke at his cock, too pleased with itself to be ignored. He had a canine tail, and it was happy to be in the world. Then again, so was he.

Adam sank back in his chair and rolled his hips up, thighs spreading wider. His entire body was reacting to this arousal. He rolled his hips up again, startled by the feelings inside of him. He explored with a clawed finger, amazed by how much pleasure there was to be found. His cock dribbled clear pre as he spread slick into himself.

The more he worked, the more the fur spread. His left hand found smearing it around to be too exciting, and wherever it went, the fur followed, his form changing bit by bit into a creature as much a dog as a man. When he was aware of it, the transformation slowed, but he didn't care. It was fun and it felt amazing. He put his hands back on his cock and his own tail, enjoying the transformation. He let out a bark, shivering. Part of him wondered why he hadn't already hit the peak.

There was only one thing to do about it, he decided, and let himself relax into the sensation of fur. The more he had, the less his skin showed through. His whole body shook as he stroked his cock faster, whimpering with every breath. His body felt better than ever, hotter, softer, furry. It was amazing.

The feeling of something slipping inside of him brought him over the edge, cock erupting with clear fluid as his hands clutched desperately at himself.

"Just one day," laughed a familiar voice. "You didn't even last an hour. Bad dog. Bad. Good thing you're cute."

Adam struggled to look up at the source of the voice, panting hard. It took him a moment to find it, to focus. The old woman stood over him, stroking his ears and scratching behind them. She wasn't old anymore. She was in her prime, and dressed in a stunning evening dress.

"We don't have much time before sunrise, but I think I'll be keeping you for a while." She looked down at him with a grin. "I've been looking for someone to guard my home from all the unwelcome touches. You seem like just the dog for the job." She snapped her fingers. "Time to come with me. Off your paws and out of the chair."

Adam slipped off the chair, stepping away from it. He was naked, furry, and so turned on. He was also a little dizzy. What was going on? He yelped at her before he remembered how to talk, "But?"

Her hand came down on his head, stroking gently. "Shh. You're mine now, and I take good care of my pets. You're the one that couldn't resist for just one day."

"Keep my hands to myself," he managed in a rough growl.

"Exactly." She laughed. "Now, let's go." She took his leash in hand, giving it a little tug. "We have to get home before the sun comes up."

He followed along behind her, cock still out, pre dripping from it, covering the sidewalk with sticky fluid. That nobody seemed to care that he, a dogman, was being led on a leash behind that knockout lady and not a single person seemed to care was beyond Adam's reckoning. He just kept up with her.

His life had taken a turn.