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Total Restoration

By Apollo Wolf

Most stories don't seem to have these little disclaimers any more but I still like them. It's a chance to break the ice and let you know there is some weird wild stuff up ahead. Adult situations, nudity, mild violence, adult language, these are just a few of the wonders that await you should you read on. I'll go with a NC-17 rating so please use caution and you best judgment in deciding if this story is for you.

Ian stood back and admired his handiwork. With a grateful sigh he realized that the transformation was almost complete. It had taken him a lot longer than he had planned and scores more money than he really had to spare but now he was nearly finished. Though the process had been frustrating and at times painful, it was worth the blood and sweat he had put in just to gaze at the beast that sat before him. Smooth and sleek and nearly all muscle, it was enough to make his pulse race and, when it was finally finished, it was going to be so much fun to play with. He hit the button and felt his grin grow wider as the bright morning sunlight streamed in from the opening garage door and glinted off the polished surface of his nearly restored 1970 Ford Mustang Mach 1.

From the day he had first spotted the rusting hulk he knew this was the car for him. The car itself was a steal and he almost felt guilty about paying the old widow he bought it from so little, that was before he pumped about every dime he could spare into fixing it up. He spent countless hours scrounging through every junkyard in a five state radius, trolling classic car swap meets, flea markets, and more websites than he could remember. The paint job alone nearly broke him, but now nearing the end Ian could stand back and say it was totally worth it. The bright gold paint sparkled in the sun accented by the thick black triple racing stripe down the hood and all the mirror polished chrome positively gleamed. The charcoal gray interior looked nearly factory fresh and pulling the hood pins and uncovering the 429 Cobra Jet engine was better than going to church for spiritual enlightenment. Ian only needed to find a few more parts to complete his masterpiece.

Fortunately he had a line on a potential source. A buddy had spotted one of the '70 ponies at a junkyard across town that Ian hadn't visited in a while. The plan today was to head over and see if he could find the original headlights, grill, dash gauges, and other assorted parts he still needed to locate. He knew the old codger that owned the yard and hopefully he could get some of the parts for a discounted price since he just paid the rent and didn't have much cash to spare. After breakfast he jumped in his Chevy Geo, a car he was distinctly less proud of, and headed out with high hopes.

He pulled up to the salvage yard and right away noticed things seemed a bit different than he remembered. The combination house and office looked spruced up, a fresh coat of crisp sunny yellow paint made the house seem almost new. The windows were no longer dirty and cracked, the shutters and roof all looked like they had been recently replaced, and the front porch was no longer littered with junk car parts. He shook his head and walked up to the front door and entering through the no longer painfully squeaky screen door he found the changes continued inside. The office inside was now completely modern. Gone were the smudges of grease on every countertop and wall, the furniture had all been replaced, and in place of the file cabinets piled high with hand written receipts and invoices, a brand new state of the art computer sat on the desktop.

Most strikingly different was the man behind the desk. He was expecting the same dirty, wrinkled, cranky, old man who started this junkyard when his own car broke down in the back yard sixty years ago to still be sitting half asleep in the lounge chair exactly where he was the last time Ian had visited the place. Instead a young man probably a few years younger than himself sat at the computer. He looked up and flashed a bright smile as Ian walked in, standing to shake his hand in greeting.

"Good Morning! Welcome to Axle's, my name's Kyle. Is there anything I can help you find today?"

Ian shook the offered hand and couldn't stop himself from staring for a moment. Good god this guy was gorgeous. Easily 6'4" he probably tipped the scales at two hundred forty pounds of solid muscle. His strong squared jaw and handsome face had a kind look, mostly attributed to the pearly white smile and bright blue eyes topped off by spiky dark brown hair that was well groomed. His broad shoulders and dinner plate sized pecs where barely contained by the red t-shirt that was straining at the seams to hold in all the muscle. The rest of his body was better covered by the blue denim overalls, though they clearly weren't built to conceal the grapefruit sized bulge in his groin. In all, this guy would have looked more at home on a fashion runway in New York than in a junkyard out in the boonies.

Ian gulped and shook his head just slightly as he sought to get his focus and find his voice. "Hi Kyle, I'm Ian. Nice to meet you. What happened to Mack?"

"Oh he finally decided to retire and move down to Arizona a few months ago. When I saw the for sale ad in the paper, Axle and I decided to jump on it."

"Axle?"

Kyle smiled and gestured over to the far corner. Ian turned to look and nearly jumped in surprise at the sight of the biggest Doberman Pincher he had ever seen, dozing on the floor. The enormous canine's ears were perked up and attentive and it seemed at the mention of his name he cracked one eye open and gazed up at Ian, as if measuring him with a large golden eye.

"So we moved in here a few months ago and have been getting the place back in shape. So are you looking for anything in particular today?"

Ian dragged his gaze away from the sleeping dog and back to the other large figure in the room. "Yeah actually I uhhh, I need some stuff for my Seventy Mustang."

"Sweet, well let me take a look and see what I've got." Kyle typed away at the keyboard for a moment, still smiling as he worked. "OK here we are. I've got a 1970 Mustang with the 250 I6 engine. It's in row D, Slot seventeen, Come on I'll take you back. "

Ian felt his pulse race but he was actually a little undecided on what was causing it, the muscle car or the muscle hunk. He just gestured for Kyle to lead the way and snuck a peak at his firm denim covered butt as he followed. They were halfway through the yard before Ian even realized that the Doberman had gotten up and followed them out. It trotted behind them at a slight distance, never taking its eyes off of Ian.

"Here we are," Kyle announced as they arrived at the designated location, "I'm afraid it was in rough shape when it was brought in and seems to have been picked over a bit already." He said leaning back to sit against the rusted out right wheel well.

"I see that. It's the wrong engine anyway but it looks like the grill and headlights are decent. Ian bent over to examine them more closely and actually found himself examining the shape of Kyle's denim covered thigh and impressively outlined bulge instead. He pulled his gaze away and looked up at Kyle's face. If the young man had noticed the increased attention from Ian he wasn't letting on any. In the mean time Ian stood and walked around to have a look in the driver's side window to check out the interior. Again he saw that the Doberman had stopped a few paces away and was regarding Ian with an unblinking gaze.

"The instrument cluster looks good too, intact at least." Ian commented.

"Great! So are you looking to buy?" Kyle asked the eagerness for a sale evident in his voice.

"That depends on how much you want for them I imagine. "

"Cool, let's go back to the office and see what we can work out."

Together the trio walked back to the office, Kyle chatting away about cars in general and Ian's Mach 1 in particular. For his part Ian was starting to feel a little weirded out by how much Axle was staring at him. Back in the office Kyle's hands flew over the keyboard as he entered in the parts Ian had been looking at.

"Ok, for the headlights grill and instrument cluster I can give you a price of $250."

"Wow really? That seems awfully steep. "

"That's the market value for them. You seem like a nice guy though, I can come down a bit to $225 but that doesn't leave me a lot of margin. Any less than that and I'll have to skimp on Axle's food and trust me you don't want to be around him when he's hungry." Kyle smiled again this time giving Ian a wink

Ian frowned though. He was still having mixed emotions in this place. He liked the signals he thought he was picking up from Kyle but at the same time he was painfully aware that he didn't have the money for the parts he wanted.

"Look. I've got $120 right now. Are you sure we can't work something out?" He said leaning in close and flashing Kyle his own smile.

Just then Axle, who had taken up his previous spot on the floor, let out a low growl, a deep warning growl that Ian could feel in his bones.

"Sorry but it looks like Ax doesn't agree. I can let you pull the cluster for $80 but that's the best I can do for you today."

Reluctantly Ian reached for his wallet. "I guess that will have to do. I just hope nobody else comes in for the other parts before I come up with the money."

"You know if you want I've started a new service. I keep constant track of the cars that come in. If you give me your email, I send out automated alerts when the particular vehicle you're looking for comes in." Kyle added as he rung up the purchase and accepted Ian's money.

"Really? That sounds great!" Ian provided his email address as well as the make and model of the mustang parts he was still in need of.

"There you go, I'll let you know if anything comes in. So you can go ahead and drive on back and grab the gauges you need."

"Thanks again, you want to come back and give me a hand?" Ian asked somewhat hopefully.

"No, I've got some calls I need to make up here. Axle will keep an eye on things for me though." Kyle said showing Ian out and offering up his hand again.

Ian tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice as he felt the firm grasp of Kyle's handshake. "Ok well it was nice to meet you, Kyle."

"You too. Hopefully I'll see you again soon."

Ian headed out to his car and drove back in through the open gates, a quick glance in the rearview mirror and he spotted the massive Doberman trotting along behind him as he drove back to the mustang. He got out and grabbed a few tools from his trunk before crawling under the dash of the junker. He worked away under Axle's silent watchful gaze and it didn't take long for him to free up the gauges and he had placed those in the back seat of his own car. He walked around to the front of the classic car again and stooped over to look at the grill and headlights. This time though Axle stood up quickly and growled loudly, barring his teeth. The message was perfectly clear and he backed away from the front of the car. Ian was amazed that the dog actually was paying that close attention an even seemed to know exactly what it was he was supposed to be salvaging from the vehicle.

Back home he set to work gleaning up the gauges still a little pissed off about not getting the grill and lamps. He didn't care how cute the guy was, it just wasn't fair for him not to come down on the price. If had been the same old man Ian was sure he could have talked him into getting just what he needed. Yeah he could just wait a few weeks for the money he needed but the parts were there now and there was no guarantee that somebody else wouldn't come along and pull them before he got a chance. In the end his anger and dismay were starting to get the best of him and an idea started to form in the back of his mind. He instantly knew it was dumb, dangerous, and not to mention illegal, but it gnawed at him for the rest of the day. Why couldn't he just sneak back into the junkyard and take what he needed? This wasn't normally in Ian's character but he was a desperate man. Besides, he rationalized; he could go back and pay for them later.

Ian just couldn't get the thought out of his head and by the end of the day he had somehow managed to talk himself into going through with it. It was close to midnight by the time he left his house, naturally dressed in black pants and a black sweatshirt. He had to admit as he looked himself over he felt even more ridiculous for doing this. All he needed was a black wool cap and a sack with a dollar sign on it and he could star in just about any stupid cartoon. Still he was set on his course of action; he drove across town and turned off on the dirt road that ran behind the junkyard property. Ian only hoped that Kyle hadn't gotten a chance to improve the security along with all the other changes he had made. Since fortune favors the foolish, the gaps along the back fence were still there.

Parking his car, Ian crept out silently and eased the door shut. The moon was about three quarters full so it provided just enough light to see by. Once through the fence he worked his way through the maze of old rusted out vehicles, eventually reaching his target. He was just settling down in front of the car to unbolt the grill when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Ian casually glanced over his shoulder at the opposite row of cars. In the darkened shadow of a 77 Chevy Nova, a pair of golden yellow eyes stared out at him. Ian did a double take, shaking his head to be sure he was really seeing something but there was no doubt when the deep rumbling growl reverberated in his spine. Slowly Axle's monstrous Doberman form stepped into the moonlight.

"Ohhh shit." Ian swore out loud. He slowly stood and started to back away as the humongous dog continued to approach. He took a long deep breath and then bolted. Ian had never run so fast in his life. All the while the heavy breath and deep growls of the Doberman stayed right behind him, almost toying with him. He ducked and dodged around the mangled wrecks as he weaved his way back to the fence. He was within sight of the chain link when he could feel Axle literally nipping at his heels. Ian had made it to the gap when he felt pain stab at the back of his left thigh and he groaned as the dog sunk his teeth in. Almost as soon as it happened Axle released him and he half ran half fell through the hole in the fence.

He lay sprawled on the ground trying to cover his vital areas with his hands in case the canine decided to attack again. But no attack came. Eventually, Ian poked his head up and looked around. Axel had stopped just inside the fence. He was still staring at him but he wasn't even growling anymore. Ian rolled over and held his hand over the back of his thigh, the warm blood soaking into his pants. It might have been the adrenalin but the wound didn't feel all that severe, at least not as severe as it should have been. With teeth as sharp as his and a jaw that strong, Axle could have ripped his quad to shreds if he wanted to but he hadn't. Ian cautiously got to his feet and slowly backed to his car. Axel was still just standing there, gazing at him through the gap in the fence. Ian wasn't sure if it was a trick of the shadowy moonlight or what, but he could swear the Doberman was smirking at him as he started his car and quickly drove away.

Ian awoke the next morning with a groan. For a brief moment he hoped that the previous night had just been a dream, however the throbbing in his leg quickly told him otherwise. Hey lay in his bed for a while and marveled at how he could have ever even thought to try and do something so stupid. Well he certainly paid the price for it. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and winced at the pain that radiated out from his thigh. He pulled the bloody bandage away from his skin and prodded the imprinted teeth marks with his fingers. It was odd, while he had expected the bleeding to have stopped and some bruising it instead looked like the gashes had already healed over, dark scabs starting to form over the damaged flesh. Ian just shrugged it off and limped into the bathroom to shower so he could get ready for work.

All day long he had to keep coming up with excuses to give to his co-workers to explain how he had come up lame. Falling down the stairs, being hit by a cyclist while out jogging, getting his leg caught in a door, by the end of the day the general consensus around the office had to be that Ian was a real klutz. Things started to look up towards the end of the day though when his boss stopped by his desk.

"So, Ian. I heard you had a rough weekend."

"That's one way of putting it Jeff." Ian said as he leaned back and propped his leg up on a file cabinet.

"Sorry to hear that. Perhaps it would have turned out better if you had stopped by my office on Friday like you were supposed to." He said with a laugh as he sat in a chair opposite Ian.

Ian put his face in his palm, "Ahh, crap. I'm sorry Jeff; I got so caught up in clearing my desk at the end of the day I just forgot."

"Hey, no problem. Like I said maybe your weekend would have gone different if you left with this." He pulled an envelope out of his suit pocket and handed it over.

"What's this?" Ian said taking the offered envelope.

"Remember the Re-star Automotive deal? It finally went through. Senior management was aware of how that piece of work was mostly your doing so they decided you should be compensated appropriately for it."

Ian smiled as he ripped into the envelope then nearly choked when he saw the figure on the check inside. "Oh my god, are you serious?"

"It's only ten percent of the net from the deal. You deserve it, buddy."

"Yeah but this ten percent is more than half my annual salary!"

"I guess the higher ups think you're worth keeping happy. Anyway," Jeff said getting up, "hopefully that will make up for the weekend for you."

Unconsciously, Ian found himself rubbing his leg, "Almost. Perfect timing as always, thanks Jeff."

Ian sat back in his chair and stared at the massive check. He shook his head as he again felt a twinge from the wound in his thigh. Jeff had no idea how right he was. If he had had this check on Friday he would have just bought the parts he needed for his mustang outright instead of attempting to steal them like a complete ass. Well at least now he could go back and pay for the parts, maybe make up for his actions in a way. He hurriedly finished off his paperwork for the day and headed out of the office as quick as possible, even his limp was fading as he rushed to the bank to cash in his bonus.

He changed clothes at home, nothing black, before heading across town and driving up to the front gate of the scrap yard rather than the rear fence. Ian walked into the office and froze in his tracks. Kyle wasn't behind the desk but Axle was in his corner with an eye on the door. The moment Ian walked in, the large dog jumped up but he didn't bark or growl. Instead he bounded over, his short clipped tail wagging rapidly, as he jumped up on Ian and started licking his face. Ian was simply shocked by this reaction. He had expected the canine to remember him from the night before and attack him the moment he stepped foot on the property. However it seemed as though the dog's memory was not as good as that and Ian continued to pet him until Kyle walked in. Despite himself Ian felt his cock jump at the sight of Kyle. He had clearly been hard at work all day and had dark black grease and oil smeared all over his coveralls. Sweat was dripping down his dirt covered face and beading up across his shoulders which were plainly visible since the stud wasn't wearing a shirt beneath the overalls. His broad shoulders were tanned a golden brown and his massive pecs were barely held back by the denim bibs. To top it all off he was positively bulging in the groin area and if Ian had to guess, he wasn't wearing anything at all beneath the overalls given the outline of the massive snake pinned down against his left thigh. He smiled brightly as he recognized Ian and continued to wipe his hands off on the grimy rag he held.

"Oh hey, you're back again sooner than I expected. I guess you couldn't stay away."

Ian froze at the remark, thinking for a second that Kyle somehow knew what he had done the previous night. He was still smiling though and gave no other sign that would lead Ian to believe his presence was unwanted. "What do you mean?" Ian asked trying not to sound like he had too much of a guilty conscience.

"I could just tell how badly you wanted those parts for your mustang."

"Oh yeah, you're right. I didn't want to let them get away and luckily I came into a bit of money today so I could take them off your hands."

"Great well since you and Ax seem to be getting along so well why don't you just go ahead and go back and pull what you need while I get cleaned up and make out an invoice for you."

Ian did just that, making his way back through the rows of twisted metal wrecks with the large Doberman trailing happily in his wake. He found the Mach 1 easily enough and set to work pulling apart the grill and headlights. Axle continued to nuzzle in close every now and then getting in Ian's way as he worked on some rusted bolts. Ian couldn't believe how affectionate the dog was being this time around. The other day he had just glared and growled at him when he had come to the lot and last night he probably would have torn him limb from limb if he had gotten the chance. Just the thought of the latter encounter made Ian's leg twinge and he felt a funny tingle or itch in the area of the bite on his quadricep. He put down the tools he was working with momentarily to crouch down so he could scratch it and the next thing he knew Axle was right in his face licking his cheeks, nose, ears, and anything else he could get his tongue on. Ian tried to shove him away but the big dog was persistent.

Hopping the dog would eventually have enough proved to be groundless and while he did back off after a minute he proceeded to thrust his pointed muzzle directly into Ian's crotch. Now Ian was really shocked as the canine rooted around in his groin. He could feel the dog's hot breath through his slacks and underwear and could have sworn the animal was trying to get his mouth around his cock and balls. Somewhat unwillingly Ian felt himself getting hard and his dick started to tent out his pants only serving to grant Axle better access to his desired target. Ian fell backwards to the ground under the assault as the Doberman continued to mouth his junk. If Ian didn't know any better he could swear the dog was trying to suck him off and if he hadn't been wearing pants at the moment he probably would have succeeded. As it was Ian had to stop himself from bucking his hips up and down and remind himself this was a junkyard dog with some serious teeth, not a trick at the dance club going down on him. Unbelievably he felt himself growing closer to orgasm and he surely would have blown a load if Axle hadn't stopped just as quickly as he had started.

Ian sat there dumbfounded by what had just happened. Not only by the canine's actions but by his own response to it. He was left sitting there on the gravel with his crotch now soaked with dog slobber and a goodly amount of his own pre as his cock remained painfully erect and in need of release. He sat there for a moment breathing heavily and just looking at Axle who sat nearby gazing back and licking his chops. A quick glance down showed that the Doberman's own red rocket was just as hard as it stood proudly from its furry sheath and dripped with large amounts of slippery fluid. The two of them remained that way for a while staring at each other as both their cocks gradually softened. Ian finally felt brave enough to get to his feet and dust himself off, still keeping a wary eye on the suddenly extraordinarily friendly dog. He found a rag in his tool kit and managed to brush off the front of his pants as best he could thought there was nothing he could to about the warm dampness he felt from the inside.

It only took a few more uneventful minutes to fully remove the grill and headlight assemblies he was after and he carried them at a brisk pace back up to the office, Axle once again trotting along happily behind him as if nothing at all was wrong with what had just taken place. He walked back into the office and set the items down on the counter when his still semi-hard cock received another jolt. Kyle came back in toweling off his face which was now free of grease just as his torso down to his waist was now free of clothing. Ian had to stop himself from shuddering, this guy just got hotter every time he saw him! With the shoulder straps of his bib overalls now dangling from his hips, Ian had a clear view of the washboard set of abs and the v shaped taper of his hips accentuated by a distinct trail of short brown hair descending from his navel down to the edge of the denim that hung almost indecently low.

Ian was in absolute shock. What was it about this place? Where they going out of their way to make him cream in his underwear before he left? He couldn't stop himself from staring as Kyle typed up an invoice for his purchase. Ian was sure that this Adonis was trying to strike up a conversation but Ian didn't hear a word of it. He vaguely recalled handing over his debit card and he only mumbled a thanks as the plastic was given back along with a receipt. His mind was waging a war to decide whether he should run screaming from the building or drop to his knees in front of Kyle and declare his desire to swallow his obviously massive cock. When he found his voice he opted instead for somewhere in between.

"Thank again for your help with all of this Kyle. Say, I hadn't had much to eat at work today, I was wondering if you would maybe want to go grab a bite with me, maybe have a drink or something?" Ian asked trying to sound as calm and relaxed as possible.

"Oh well uhh I don't know. I'm not really sure, I mean I'm not..." Kyle stuttered, an odd look of disappointment and amusement on his face.

"No, its ok I understand. I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you. If you're not, well, interested... we could just talk cars or something." Ian said still hoping for the chance to hang out with this stud some more.

Kyle just sort of chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking slightly as he smiled at Ian, "You mean if I'm not gay? Lucky for the both of us I am. It's just I have a big shipment of cars and parts coming in this evening and I'll be here all night trying to get them inventoried."

Ian let that sink in feeling both overjoyed and now even more disappointed that he wouldn't get a chance to have a drink with him. "Ahh, I see. Well some other time maybe?"

"Sure, how about tomorrow afternoon?" Kyle said with a wink.

"Yeah, that would be great. I get off work at four so how about five o'clock? Do you know where McMurphy's is downtown?"

"McMurphy's? Yeah, I've been there a couple of times, that sounds perfect, Ian. I'll meet you there then."

"Great! Until tomorrow then." Ian said trying not to sound overly excited and keep himself from bouncing up and down. He reached out to shake his hand and felt his entire body tingle with the contact of his firm grip and smooth skin, he shuddered as the tingling settled on his groin and for some reason the back of his thigh.

The drive home was a blur and Ian didn't even remember pulling into his driveway or unloading his new purchases next to his mustang. Even as he went through the motions of his evening routine of laying out his work clothes for the office the next day and getting cleaned up he was completely unaware of his actions. It wasn't until he was in the shower that his thoughts finally managed to find their way to something other than Kyle's beautiful smile, his sexy abs, and his enticing package. He was soaping up under the steamy cascade of water when his hands worked down his leg over his thigh and quads when the tingling he had experienced earlier returned full force. What's more this tingling rapidly spread causing his cock, which was already semi-aroused from thinking about Kyle so much, to immediately thrust out to its full erect seven inches. He ran his hands over his leg again pausing to probe at the dog bite there with soapy fingers; the wound was throbbing and felt rougher than it should have. Ian rinsed away the suds and quickly and jumped out of the shower so he could towel off and have a closer look.

Ian twisted and turned around trying to see the back of his leg. He could only make out a large dark spot edging out towards the side of his leg. The mirror squeaked as he wiped his hands across it to clear away the fog. He looked over his shoulder at his reflection and furrowed his brow in confusion at what he saw. The area around the bite had changed to a very dark brown, much like a bruise but over a larger area and nowhere the same in color to any other bruise he had received before. He touched it gingerly and found that it didn't hurt. In fact the more he ran his hand over it he found that the discoloration had more of a fuzzy or bristly texture. This was a rather odd reaction to a dog bite and Ian found himself wondering how he could ask Kyle about his guard dog's shots record without revealing why he needed to know. He had a feeling confessing to trying to break into his junkyard and steal from him was not the best topic of conversation for what Ian hoped was a first date. In the end he decided that since it didn't hurt he would just keep an eye on it for a day or two and see if it cleared up.

He was still getting ready for bed when the gentle throbbing and tingling on his leg started to turn to a full on itch, and it was spreading. The itchy crawling sensation intensified and began to spread down the back of his leg and up across his buttocks onto his back. At first he just reached down and scratched at it gently but as the sensation became more intolerable he really started to dig into it with his hand. Next think he knew he was yelping in pain and when he pulled his hand away he could see crimson on the tips of his fingers where he actually drew blood. It was easy to see why too. Somehow his fingernails looked longer and were defiantly more pointed; it was almost like he had a set of claws on his fingertips now. The darkened nails were just the start as a fine layer of chocolate brown hair was spreading up over his knuckles and onto his wrists. Ian gulped as he flexed his hand in front of his eyes trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Meanwhile the itch on his leg has continued to spread and was now moving down his other leg and up over his belly. He quickly ripped into his t-shirt off and twisted around to find a dark black pelt creeping its way up his back and covering around his side where it faded into a lighter mocha across his abs. He was absolutely astounded by this rapid progression of hair only to feel the itching sensation spread to his balls.

Ian franticly dropped his shorts and striped away his underwear only briefly taking note of the shades of tan and tar now coating both of his legs down to his knees. His junk had been completely covered over in brown, his lighter colored pubes had been smoothed away and the thicker hair had even moved up to cover the shaft of his cock. Ian panted and panicked as this mass of fur continued to consume the bare skin on the rest of his body, seeping down to his feet and up along his arms to his shoulders. His previously smooth chest gradually darkened as the hair grew in there and started advancing up his neck. He was about to scream out as the hair covered his throat when he felt a curious twitch in his nose and ears just as his cock unexpectedly surged outward becoming fully erect in a matter of seconds. Ian felt lightheaded as his vision blurred and the light slowly faded away from the room.

Stretching and groaning as he awoke the next morning, Ian fought back the grogginess and found he felt stiffer than usual this morning. His eyes fluttered open and it was easy to see why this was the case. For some reason instead of lying across his bed he was sprawled out on the floor. He was tangled up in a pile of sheets and pillows and also completely naked while the room had an extreme scent of muskiness about it. His head was pounding and he could not for the life of him figure out why. The last thing he remembered was getting out of the shower and dressing for bed, next thing he knew he was waking up on the floor. Despite showering the night before he felt filthy, drenched in sweat and if he wasn't mistaken the sheets were damp with large amounts of spunk. Ian got to his feet and tried to shake it all off. It had been a long time since he had had anything close to a wet dream yet alone something this extreme, he didn't even recall having any dreams at all last night. It simply had to be the result of so much stimulation the day before, from that crazy dog to getting a date with such an incredible hunk. He showered up and received one more surprise for the morning. Once again when he reached his lower body he felt the back of his leg only to find it had returned to its previously smooth state. Upon closer inspection in the mirror he found no trace of the discoloration that was there in the shower the previous night, or any teeth marks from the bite for that matter.

He struggled to go about the rest of the day normally however. Between being stiff, sore, and confused about the condition he woke up in he was also constantly checking the clock and thinking ahead to meeting up with Kyle so he was having trouble concentrating on his work. Whatever the reason, he also seemed to find himself suffering from spontaneous erections through the day. Ian couldn't believe how horny he was feeling. He was of half a mind to go to the rest room and beat off instead of taking lunch. In the end he just suffered through it and did his best to hide his tented trousers from his co-workers. At the end of the day he hurried home and only stopped for a few minutes to tinker with his mustang's grille before getting cleaned up and driving back downtown. He was rather early but still managed to feel disappointed when he realized that Kyle wasn't there yet. When he finally saw him walking into the bar he felt it was well worth the wait.

It seemed as though Kyle didn't have any clothes in his wardrobe that didn't have the look of being painted on. His blue jeans were impossibly snug, especially up front, and the plain brown t-shirt he wore clung to his muscles like a second skin. His smile seemed just as dazzling in the dim bar lighting and Ian felt his pulse quicken as the large guy sat down in the chair opposite him.

"Hey Kyle, glad you could make it." Ian said with a grin.

"Yeah, me too. It's good to get away from the yard even for a little bit."

For the next couple of hours they downed several rounds of drinks and talked about everything under the sun. Like Ian, Kyle didn't have much in the way of family attachment and shared his fascination with restoring classic muscle cars. In fact he was currently working on his own '68 GTO and was doing a '32 Ford Roadster for another guy. Ian wanted in the worst way to invite him back to his place that evening to checkout out his own wheels, though that wasn't the only reason he wanted to invite him over. Unfortunately Kyle wasn't leaving that option open.

"Sorry I've got to cut the evening short on you. I still have a lot of work to do with the stock that came in yesterday. Besides I have to give you a reason to ask me out for a second date." He said with a wink.

"I suppose that would be acceptable. Any Idea on when that second date should be?" Ian asked reaching across the table to grasp his strong hand.

"How about this weekend? I actually am really interested in seeing that Mach 1 of yours."

"Well now that I have the headlights I suppose it would be street legal again, I could pick you up on Friday if that sounds good?"

"Better than good I would say."

Kyle was nice enough to see Ian to his car and Ian was more than happy to lean in close for the opportunity to kiss. He held himself tightly against the larger man feeling the warmth of his body spread through his own as their lips met. He could feel Kyle's strong arms wrap around his body and pull him in closer making the throbbing bulge of his crotch press against his own. Even after they parted Ian could still taste Kyle's lips and detect his strong masculine scent clinging to his own body. Once again he had to fight back a surging erection as he drove himself home and merely flopped into bed fully clothed and feeling utterly content.

The next morning he slowly woke up feeling anything but content. Actually he realized he was sitting up and as he reached his hand out to rub his face he swore as his knuckles banged against something unexpected. The pain brought him fully awake and he was shocked to find he was sitting in the driver's seat of his Ford. More than that he was once again buck naked and all the windows were heavily steamed up and there was a crusty trail of drying cum splattered across the windshield, dash, and his own chin and chest. Ian let out an exasperated groan as he had no idea what had come over him lately. He had no memory of even coming into the garage after he got home the night before and didn't think he had ever been much a sleepwalker. He felt stiff and exhausted like he hadn't managed to sleep a wink and a quick look at the clock on the wall told him he only had five minutes before he was late for work.

He climbed out of the car and tried to stretch the kinks out of his tired body. Instead of rushing around to get to work he decided instead to place a call and take a personal day. He had a good attendance record so his boss didn't even question him when he said he wasn't feeling well and needed the day off. He got himself some breakfast and then after getting dressed he went back to the garage wanting to get his baby cleaned back up from its present state. He set about cleaning out the interior and on closer inspection he found there was another aspect to this mystery that he needed to figure out. For some reason there seemed to be hair scattered thickly all over the charcoal grey upholstery. He scraped up a handful of the hairs and looked at them closely. They were all short straight brown and black hairs very different from his own longer blond hair. Even as he went back to cleaning he found that the heady scent that now permeated the car was strangely familiar. He breathed it in deeply and for some reason was instantly reminded of kissing Kyle the night before. The combination of that memory and the scent seemed to affect him strongly as he found himself putting up with a resurgent hard on even as he cleaned the windshield and the dash.

Ian spent the rest of the day alternating between working on his car and beating off. It seemed that no matter what he did he just stayed permanently horny. He could hardly think straight and his mind kept drifting down to his cock or day dreaming about Kyle's. Even stranger, he kept having odd moments when his mind would fill with thoughts and images that made no sense, like flashbacks or memories, but he couldn't quite grasp what he was seeing. He kept seeing himself, but not himself, like he was in disguise, or catching sight of himself in a fogged mirror. He had to get to the bottom of what he was doing at night though and he came up with a plan. He decided to rig up his computer's web cam to record his bedroom as he slept. He set up the camera on the bookshelf where it would have a clear view of the entire room and set the recording up to be motion activated. Hopefully he would be able to figure out why he was having such strange mornings of late. He made one last check of the camera before turning in, not sure if he wanted to capture something on video or just get a good night's sleep.

The next morning didn't disappoint though in that his bedroom seemed to be a bigger mess this morning than the previous two mornings combined. Ian felt as though he had had just run a marathon and hadn't had a wink of sleep. He was actually getting used to waking up naked but wasn't ready for the cold layer of spunk that seemed to be coating his own face. He briefly thought to himself that if he was going to have as good of time as he apparently was having it would be nice to be able to remember it. He got himself cleaned up a bit and pulled on a pair of running shorts before sitting down in front of his computer to see if he managed to capture whatever had been happening to him.

Ian flicked on his computer monitor and pulled up his webcam. He was actually glad to see that it had recorded some activity from last night, a rather large file had been created and with some trepidation he opened his media player and accessed the recording. Things seemed to start out normally at first. He could clearly see himself lying in bed when after about a half hour or so he started to toss and turn a bit. His movements were small at first but gradually grew until he was almost thrashing about in his bed. The image of himself had long since kicked the bed sheets off when he started to notice something different. For a second he thought the camera itself was going bad, the color seemed to be off and the image was getting a bit more indistinct. It took Ian a moment to realize that it wasn't a problem with the camera since only his body seemed to be affected, not the rest of the scene in the room.

A steady layer of brown had started spreading out from beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt and the legs of his shorts. The discoloration was quite vivid and even more striking where the rich black swathes abruptly changed to deepest brown over his legs, hands, and feet. More alarmingly he seemed to be growing in size. At first Ian wasn't sure he was seeing things correctly but then he realized that the pictures of himself in the recording had gradually started to dwarf the surrounding furniture. The clothes he had been wearing became increasingly skintight as they stretched to cover his expanding form. Before he knew it, he was stripping off the clothes and tossing them aside. Even with the strange brown and black color now completely covering his body, it was easy to see that most of the increase in his mass was due to muscle. Even in the dim lights he could clearly see the outline of thick muscular pecs, bulging biceps, and cut and chiseled abs, he scarcely looked like the same person.

All this was before he was suddenly sporting a massive hard on. The recording now showed him lying on his back thrusting his hips into the air as his cock expanded by several inches. It was hard to tell on the monitor but it looked like his prick had changed shape slightly and there was a fair amount of distortion around the base of his meat. He watched as he continued to rut away into the air and before long a thick white stream of jizz was flying through the air, splattering all over the room, bed, and his own body as he jerked about on top of the mattress. It wasn't until the figure sat up that he realized he had been so focused on the action in his groin that he had failed to take note of the alterations to his head and face. The head that sat atop his shoulders was no longer human. With big pointed ears and a long pointed muzzle it looked much more like a dog, a Doberman to be exact.

Ian felt his jaw hit the floor as he watched the recording. What had been him just a few minutes before was now some sort of bi-pedal dog-man strutting around his bedroom still stroking a massive erection. Large digit-grade paws led up thick powerful legs coated with deep jet black fur that changed into a lighter bronze along the inside of his thighs. A firm round ass was accented by a short stub of a tail in the back while a thick sheath was clearly visible up front as his pacing brought him in closer to the camera. The lighter fur continued up over his belly which now had more ridges than a mountain range, and across the lower half of his chest and along his underarms. His broad shoulders took on the darker ebony coloring as did the biceps now the size of cantaloupes on his arms. The head was almost completely canine with the lighter fur on the throat and the darker over top including the pointed muzzle and ears while his nose had become quite shiny and black. If he didn't know any better Ian would have sworn he was watching some big budget special effects laden movie rather than a recording of himself, it was so realistic but it just couldn't be.

The Doberman version of himself was still pacing around the room pausing only to preen in front of the mirror occasionally. His hands kept running over his body smoothing down the fur as he panted, his long dark tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle. His cock was still hard, proudly jutting upward from his sheath where it bounced about slightly as he walked. Ian didn't know what to expect next but was not prepared to watch what he knew to be himself sit down on the bed and start to jerk of. His large hands, or paws rather, flew over his body, stroking his chest and nipples, pinching at his abs before reaching down to slide slowly over the smooth reddish skin of his prick. He squeezed the pointed tip between his thick fingers, tracing a single clawed digit down the underside of his shaft and back up across the top. The Doberman slowly picked up the pace of the stroking with one hand while he caressed his balls with the other before reaching under to his ass where he started to finger his pucker. Despite the absolute shock of the situation Ian felt himself getting hard as his cock started to stand up in his running shorts. It was actually kind of erotic watching himself masturbate, he was even finding easier to think of that large masculine canine being as himself.

Ian watched in rapt attention, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen as his altered body leaned back on the bed, thrusting his hips into the air as he fucked his paw. The headboard slammed into the wall knocking framed pictures to the floor, a canine foot shot out, kicking the nightstand over as he continued to pleasure himself. Ian actually found himself wishing he had hooked the camera up for sound as his image let its tongue hang out between obvious moans of delight. He imagined he could hear the barks, growls, and yips as the muscular fur covered body rocked on the mattress. By now he was close to mimicking those sounds himself as his free hand dug into his shorts and pulled out his human prick and stroked in time with the recording. The canine on the screen suddenly tensed up, arching his back as another fountain of spunk poured forth sending an even greater cascade of fluid than the first orgasm out into the room. Jet after jet of come splattered against the wall, landed in gobs on the floor, and even flew directly towards the camera. Ian did his best to make sure the footage was close to 3-D as he shot his own load, though he was careful to aim away from the computer screen.

Panting heavily just as his Doberman image was doing, Ian reached a shaky hand out to stop the recording. He was just about to shut it down when the bulky canine stirred again. He stood up on the bed before jumping down to the floor, stretching out his frame and letting his muscles ripple beneath the glossy coat of fur. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, raising a paw to his muzzle and inhaling deeply from its surface. The Doberman dropped down to the floor and continued to sniff about, examining the trails of spent fluids that had arced across the hardwood surface. He finally sat back against the wall beneath the window, his canine cock still standing proud from its sheath. In fact it seemed even larger than before with a large swollen mass around the base that seemed to be keeping it from retreating into his sheath. Ian was sure the massive beast had to be finished now but he quickly realized he was mistaken. He watched as he continued to sniff at the air, drawing in his own scent as he bent his head forward. His nose dropped lower and lower along his body until it bumped against the pointed tip of his member.

The Doberman nuzzled his engorged prick, knocking it to the side and letting it slap back, bapping himself across the muzzle. He licked at it gently, his long dexterous tongue wrapping around the shaft before pulling it into his waiting mouth. Ian gasped and felt his already spent manhood flare back to life as he watched the canine's lengthy cock slowly disappear into its own muzzle. His head rapidly bobbed up and down on the meat, his ears flopping back and forth as he sucked on his dick. With little effort he soon had the entire thing buried in his maw, his wide flat nose jamming against the enlarged base. Ian had never thought much about going down on his own cock before, he had always had easy access to other guys for that, but now that he was watching what he knew to be himself doing it, the thought was all consuming. In little time at all his hand felt warm as he stroked out another load of jizz and his Doberman form was clearly drinking in his own supply of spunk in the video, pulling back just far enough to let several streams of juice spray into his chin and up across his long muzzle.

Ian fell back into his chair, exhausted both mentally and physically. The recording of himself continued on as the half-man, half-Doberman eventually settled down from all of his activity and curled up on the floor to sleep. Just before dawn the footage showed Ian's body changing again, this time in reverse as the canine features receded. The fur and added muscles faded away, his ears returning to normal as his face flattened out and became human again. As quickly as it had started there was nothing left to indicate what Ian had become and he found himself looking away from the computer and staring at his empty bed wondering how this was possible. He looked down at his own pale flesh, now dripping with sweat, and imagined it covered with dense black and brown fur. His mind drifted back and focused on the junkyard, he rubbed the back of his leg as he again felt guard dog's teeth sink in just as he remembered that same dog's efforts to swallow his cock the other day. He was still lost in this strange chain of thought when as sudden ping sounded from his computer.

It actually took him a moment to realize what the noise was. He had received an alert of a new email message. It wasn't unusual to start receiving messages this early; a steady stream of spam usually filled his inbox throughout most of the day. When he pulled up his email though he realized it wasn't some random sales pitch, the sender read as: axlesalvage.com. This couldn't be just a simple coincidence. He opened the message and found it contained an attachment, another video file. Ian eagerly clicked on it and pulled up the file in his already open media player. He easily recognized the neatly organized office of the junkyard and judging by the view of the file cabinets and car posters on the wall this was being recorded from the computer on the desk. He held his breath for several seconds as the video started and nothing happened, then suddenly a dark shape moved into the camera's view and sat down in front of the computer. Ian felt his eyes widen as another humanoid Doberman smiled back at him from the screen.

"Good morning Ian," he said in a deep voice that was low and smooth. "I thought you'd have been back here by now but since you haven't stopped by I guess you need some coaxing along."

The Doberman sat back in the chair and leaned back slightly. The camera's view was perfectly situated to show off his massive body. His short fur lined his musculature perfectly, the variations in color between brown and black only serving to further accentuate the impressive ripples over his chest and abs. Even more impressive was the enormous sheath that he was now groping firmly.

"I imagine you have a few questions and I can give you the answers... at least if you ask nicely," the dobbie continued as his deep red cock started to poke out of its home. "Stop by the yard this evening around eight and I'll see if I can't give you what you're looking for."

The video clip ended and Ian sat back staring in shock at his computer screen. This all seemed like too much, could it really be possible that the hottest guy he had met in ages was some sort of dog-man? Was he really becoming one too? Ian looked down and his protruding running shorts and had to admit that the idea of it didn't so much as scare him, but excited him. He kept picturing Kyle as that strong muscled Doberman and imagined all the fun he could have with him that way. On the serious side though, this was going to be a bit of a hassle if he continued to change into some horny mutt in the middle of the nice and douse his room with copious amounts of come. Speaking of messes he sniffed the air and realized he and the rest of the room positively reeked of male musk and a quick glance at the clock told him he was already a half hour late for work. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to concentrate much today so he quickly decided to call off for the second day in a row.

After a bit of cleaning Ian spent the day keeping busy the best way he knew how, by finishing the installation of his headlights and grill on the mustang. He was even surprised by the delivery of a package containing the new distributor cap he needed even though, prior to recent events, that was one of the things he had been most looking forward to. He got the new part in without any trouble and for the first time in hours managed to forget about Kyle the Doberman for a few minutes as he prepared to fire up the even more beastly engine in the muscle car. With a simple turn of the key, the 429 roared to life and Ian finally had a running, drivable Mach 1 classic. He was itching to take it out for a test drive but with his mind drifting back down to his cock and the thought of becoming a bulked up, fur covered canine again made him smile and decide to hold off and drive his newly restored masterpiece to the salvage yard in a few hours. He never even noticed that the itching he felt was also caused by a slight coating of fur that had suddenly sprung up across the back of his leg before fading away again.

Around seven Ian could no longer stand it. Even though it would only take a half hour to drive across town, he couldn't just sit around and wait anymore. He had already ate, showered up, and dressed and for the last hour, had sat on his couch staring blankly at whatever sitcom rerun was playing. Ian couldn't stop smiling as he opened the garage door and the golden, late evening sunshine splashed across the hood of his baby. The massive engine fired up easily again, growling with its desire to be turned loose and Ian was eager to oblige. The feeling of pavement rolling under the tires as he moved down the driveway felt like heaven but the scream of rubber on asphalt was more satisfying as he gunned it down the street. The pony handled perfectly as he put it through its paces, even though he had to slow it down as he passed through well know speed trap areas. The entire experience was heightened by the thought of his destination and what could possibly be waiting for him there. It was difficult to tell whether it was the hum of the powerful motor or the thought of hooking up with Kyle that was giving him the boner.

He rolled in the parking lot at Axle's with his heart beating as fast as the Mustang's RPM's and each step up the porch and into the office was like walking in quicksand. Stepping inside with the electronic chirp of an alarm announcing his presence into the empty room Ian took a deep breath and waited. Seconds ticked away and eventually movement could be heard in the back of the house and Ian felt the grin on his face spread into a wide smile when Kyle walked into the office. He was back in his customary overalls and red t-shirt and smiling brightly back at Ian.

"Oh hey there Ian, I was just thinking about calling you."

Ian leaned on the counter and shot Kyle a crooked playful smile, "Why? I thought I was going to be early, or did I get the time wrong?"

"Early for what?"

"I was supposed to be here around eight to meet with you. Your message said you'd be able to explain what's been going on with me," Ian felt his smile fade to a frown.

It was Kyle's turn to grimace in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"The video message in the email you sent me this morning."

"Ian, I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I didn't send you anything."

"That's because I sent the message, and you are early."

Ian instantly recognized the low smooth voice from the email and slowly turned around to find the source. He didn't have to look far because leaning against the door frame leading back into the house was the Doberman from the video. His fur was darker than he remembered but then Ian realized that was because he was dripping with water and had a small towel wrapped around his waist.

"Axle, what's going on?" Kyle asked politely.

"Axle? Your dog?" Ian felt his voice squeak out.

"Well he's not my dog so much as he's... my boss."

"Really Kyle, after all of our time together that's all I am to you , you're boss?" the Doberman asked in mock wounded pride.

Kyle chuckled, "Of course not Ax, you know better than that." Kyle walked up close to the larger specimen and proceeded to kiss him passionately on the muzzle.

Ian felt his eyes get wider and his dick get harder just watching the erotic display of affection. "Kyle? What... who, ummm I mean how..." he stuttered.

Breaking away from the kiss the other two looked over at Ian with friendly smiles, Kyle just sort of shrugged and looked back expectantly at the Doberman who was busy adjusting a rather sizable lump underneath the towel draped over his hips.

"I suppose some explanations are in order," the canine said smoothly.

"I know I could use one," Kyle quipped.

"What are you guys?" Ian finally spoke up after getting his mouth to work right again.

"Direct isn't he?" The Doberman winked at Kyle. "Though that probably is the most important question of the moment."

"If I recall Ax, you usually like the direct approach."

Though still confused Ian found Kyle's relaxed demeanor and Axle's warm friendly smile to be quite comforting and when directed he took a seat across the office from the both of them. He leaned forward expectantly as the large Doberman started to speak again.

"Oh let's see, I suppose I should start from the top. Well before the domestication of the dog about 15,000 years ago there was a more intelligent subspecies that had developed in much the same way that humans had evolved. Eventually this species became what we call Canis lupus sapiens or Canins. Our species developed several characteristics that are unique in nature, our ability to shift forms and our DNA's ability to actively and radically reform the DNA of other species. The first part of that means I can alternate between my canine form which is most acceptable to humans and this which is my natural Canin body."

"Is that what's happening to me? I'm turning into one of you? So I'm going to change into a half man half dog every night?" Ian asked, not sure if he should be excited or concerned about that.

"No, of course not. Once you learn to control it you'll be able to make the change selectively and whenever you want. But only between human form and Canin. "

"Really?"

"Yeah, Like this." Kyle added as he moved to the center of the room and kicked off his work boots.

Kyle stood there silently for a moment then closed his eyes and took a long deep breath. As Ian looked on a dark shadow seemed to pass over his face. At first it was subtle like he just needed a shave but it quickly filled in and covered his entire face, dense black fur spread up from his chin to his forehead where it blended in with his existing hair. His nose gradually darkened until it was a glossy black that flattened as it started to push out from his face. The humanity in his face was slowly replaced by a canine appearance especially when his ears became large and pointed and his muzzle fully formed. When he looked over at him, Ian had to study his appearance closely but was finally able to see the same old Kyle in his eyes and in his crooked smile.

The rest of his body expanded slightly, bulking up from some altered musculature and an added layer of fur. His t-shirt stretched tight across his pecs and the sleeves made slight ripping noises as his biceps started to grow too large to be contained by the cotton fabric. Rich chocolate fur spread down over his forearms and onto this hands which grew pads on the palms and claws at the tips of his fingers. For Ian the most noticeable shift was the movement he could see beneath Kyle's overalls in his crotch. His already impressive bulge grew even more so and Ian could see how his lengthy python moved up from laying across his right thigh to a position that had it standing straight up against his abs, and Ian felt his mouth water with the desire to explore that mound further. His legs changed shape a bit and the white socks on his feet stretched and contorted as his feet became much more canine in nature.

In just a few moments Kyle was completely reformed. His well muscled form rivaled Axle's and his coloring was perhaps a shade darker and he was probably a full half-foot taller than the other Doberman. Ian found he was no longer shocked by what he was seeing, but excited by it. He shifted in his seat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure his pants were exerting on his own swollen cock. He slowly rose to his feet and stepped up close to Kyle and laid his hands on his chest, stroking the hard muscle and slowly working his hands up to his face to feel that Doberman-like head for himself.

"How do ya like me now?" Kyle asked softly.

"This is so awesome." Ian mumbled.

Kyle actually looked a bit relieved by the response, his larger pointed ears perking up a bit, "Glad you approve."

"How do you do that?"

"It just takes a bit of concentration, focus, and desire." Kyle said seriously.

"I'm sorry what was that? I was focused on my desire to see what you've got under those coveralls." Ian responded with a laugh as his hand dropped to grope the stiff rod constrained under the denim.

"We'll get to that soon enough." Axle said with a small barking laugh of his own.

"So are there a lot like you around?" Ian asked still exploring Kyle's body with his fingers.

Axle shrugged slightly before answering, "In the US there are probably like around twenty million or so. We choose not to actively breed that often because we live so long, kind of the reverse of dog years as you know it. From adolescents on, for every seven years we only physically age one. I'm actually one hundred and three and Kyle you were what, 26 when we met, and that was about twenty years ago?"

"Twenty one next month. "

"Right , so there are a fair number around. There's a nice pair of Labradors that own a hardware store on the east side and the Greyhound with the bakery over on Miller Avenue." Axle explained.

"Who keeps hiting on me every time I go in there I might add." Kyle chuckled.

"I know, I want to tell her you're not her type but I just think its so damn funny to watch." Axle barked out holding back his laughter.

"So how any times have the two of you, well... infected someone like me?" Ian asked suddenly feeling slightly jealous.

"The thing is only original Canins like myself have the ability to bring in others, you and Kyle don't." Axle explained.

"Not that if I could have I wouldn't, you were too cute to pass up on. I guess Ax saw how much I was into you and took matters in to his own paws." Kyle said sheepishly.

"Well something like that, though I think Ian was a little more eager to be back here at the yard then he lets on." Axle said with a wink.

Ian actually breathed a sigh of relief that he was willing to overlook his rather embarrassing behavior and obviously wasn't going to tell Kyle. "Yeah, I think you could say that. So what do we do now? I mean the past couple of nights this just seems to happen to me in my sleep."

"That's just the first stage," Axle said stepping up close behind Kyle's large Doberman form and letting the towel around his hips fall to the floor, "for the next stage its best if we just let nature... take it's course."

Ian felt his smile grow wider as his dick became even harder, "Wow, I can't say that sounds all that unpleasant."

"It isn't," Kyle said as he dipped his head lower and pressed his muzzle to Ian's lips.

The cool touch of his black nose against Ian's cheek contrasted starkly with the warmth of Kyle's breath as he sunk into the kiss and enjoyed the feeling of his large tongue snaking into his mouth. Ian couldn't stop his hands from trembling with excitement as he fumbled blindly with the clasps the large Doberman's overalls. He finally released the suspenders and helped the denim fold down over Kyle's rock hard chest though that became much more difficult when Ax stepped up behind Ian and pressed in tight to his rear, the cold in his damp fur quickly giving rise to a much deeper heat. He felt himself sandwiched between two walls of muscle accented by the prominent throbbing of a pair of canine cocks. He was still adjusting to this sensation when a pair of paws worked their way around his sides and zeroed in on his groin, their firm grip latching on to his hardened prick as Ax deftly worked the fly of his jeans. With the zipper down, Ax quickly slipped his paws below the waistband of Ian's boxers and he shuddered at the touch of the rougher pads running across his sensitive skin. His breathing was becoming even more labored as he continued to make love to Kyle's large welcoming mouth in between sudden twinges from Axle pawing at his junk. He felt his pants slipped further down to his ankles and had to eventually break away from kissing Kyle as his shirt was pulled over his head.

Ian took advantage of his momentary freedom from Kyle's embrace to slide lower along his body and help guide the heavy denim of his overalls past his waist and down his legs. In mere moments he found himself confronted by the largest cock he ever had the pleasure of kneeling in front of. The tower of canine masculinity was truly impressive, its deep red flesh stood firm and proud from a thick fuzzy brown sheath, a glistening stream of fluid steadily dripping down its length from the swollen pointed tip. In all from tip to sheath about ten inches of Doberman meat filled his field of vision and made his mouth water. Ian reached out and slowly wrapped his fingers around the rod, confirming the he was not imagining it and smiling with satisfaction at the fact that his thumb and middle finger were still separated by a full inch. He slowly drew his hand up along the velvety smooth skin and receiving a satisfying moan of delight from Kyle in return. Ian's own satisfaction only multiplied when Axle stepped around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Kyle and presented his own erection which was just as hard and nearly as large. His free hand rapidly found purchase on the other's slick length and Ian started pumping both very slowly drawing out large amounts of clear pre as he brought the throbbing cocks closer to his face.

The salty tinge of their juice coated his tongue and he greedily lapped up as much as he possibly could. Ian looked up at the pair of cainins and got a reassuring wink from Kyle in return before he turned to lock his lips on Axle's. Smiling at the two dogs making out in front of him, Ian turned his attention back fully to the situation quite literally at hand. As much as he might have wanted both at the same time the sheer girth of their pricks made that an impossibility so he settled on wrapping his own lips around the tapered tip of Kyle's cock first. His jaw twinged as he stretched wide enough to take him in and quickly swallowed back the rising tide of his pre. He pulled back off of that gorgeous rod and heard Kyle whimper in protest as he continued to kiss Ax who alternately grunted in approval as his own piece was taken in by Ian's hungry mouth.

After several minutes of this Ian started to notice that each time he went down on one of those massive cocks it got a little easier. At first he just figured he was getting used to it when he realized he was actually able to see more and more of his own nose. He came to the conclusion that it was his face and mouth that were actually growing, stretching outward as they began to form a muzzle. He could see the bridge of his nose lengthen and gradually turn darker as a short coat of black fur covered it. His jaw popped and he soon had a large enough mouth that his bigger nose was bumping into the sheaths of his new companions as he swallowed their meat. If he could have smiled at the moment he was sure he would have been beaming but instead he felt a burning twitch in his ears as they stretched and deformed, moving higher atop his reforming skull. Begrudgingly he withdrew from Kyle's dick one last time and stood up, grinning wildly as he ran his hands over his now Doberman-like head.

"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" Axle smirked.

"Not at all, now I just want to see what you do to follow it up." Ian responded while licking his chops and using his new nose to explore the scents of masculine arousal tinged by the clean wet dog smell coming off of Ax.

"As if you didn't already know," Kyle quipped. He pulled Ian into a close hug and nuzzling against his neck with his muzzle.

Ian found himself looking down and gazing at both Canins' enormous pricks when he noticed the swelling starting to build just inside their sheaths. He had recalled seeing such a growth on his own cock in the recording and in his curiosity about regular canine anatomy, Ian had found on the internet that this swelling was called a knot and dog's actually used it to hold themselves in place when mating. He could only imagine what fun it would be in this context. He gradually backed away from Kyle while Axle maneuvered himself directly behind Ian. Kyle turned and knelt himself down across the office chair, presenting Ian with his firm glutes and steadily waging tail. Ian felt his enlarged ears twitch as he smiled his hands and especially his cock eager to feel the warm soft fur.

Standing behind Kyle's prone form, Ian let his finger tips barely graze the fuzzy coat eliciting a satisfying shiver from the larger dog. His grip coiled around the short length of his tail, stroking it and feeling it squirm in his grasp while Kyle let out an appreciative growl. He let his hands drift up farther; slipping beneath the tight red t-shirt he still wore. He traced along the muscles of his back until he reached shoulders where he massaged his powerful delts. This brought him in close enough to where his cock was now rubbing into that luscious fur, sending tingling sensations shooting down its length and out into the rest of his body. It didn't take him long to fins his target though as the head of his prick zeroed in on the Doberman's inviting hole. He thrust in slowly at first, enjoying every centimeter of pleasure as his member was embraced by Kyle's tight rear end. Ian's own cock was spewing enough pre that it made the passage easy and soon he was slowly withdrawing before pushing back down again and feeling Kyle's tail press into his stomach as he pounded into him.

He should have expected it but it still came as a surprise to Ian when he felt the hot wet heat of Axle's Canin cock slapping against his back. The roughness of his paws caressing Ian's skin contrasted starkly with the smooth touch of his swollen manhood and the soft pelt of fur brushing the back of his legs. The drooling tip of his member burned against his skin as it slipped up and down between his crack, the engorged knot gently bumping his rear foretelling what was about to come. Ian's felt his breath quicken in anticipation, while it was one thing to force that giant prick into his mouth, it was quite another to expect it to fit easily up his chute. He wrapped his arms around Kyle's sides trying to brace himself for what was to come, keeping himself distracted by fondling his hard fuzzy pecs and plowing into his own tight ass. He gasped suddenly as he felt the tip of Ax's cock spear him, though he was quite gentle about it. Pushing in only a little before withdrawing only to force his way in a bit farther each time. He moaned loudly as he felt himself spread apart, the girth of the Dobie's cock seemingly ready to split him in half. Still he took it all in inch by blissful inch as his own prick seemed to burn and swell with equal amounts of pleasure.

Ian again found himself in the middle of a sandwich consisting of two massive Dobermans on either side. Now connected much more intimately, they moved in a syncopated rhythm as they pounded out the beat of their desires. Axle's rapid breathing roared like a tornado in Ian's ears as he playfully nipped at them with his teeth. Kyle bore up well under the weight of the others, often bucking his ass upwards a bit if the pace of Ian's fucking slowed too much. The warm touch of their fur against nearly every inch of his exposed skin gave him goose bumps and that sensation only subsided when Ian looked down to find subtle hints of jet black and bronze breaking out across his body. The coat of fur danced across his skin as it filled in, obscuring his tan skin as it spread in waves that coincide with each thrust of Ax's pulsating cock. His preoccupation with fur quickly ended though when the large dog on his back abruptly clamped down on Ian's shoulder with his powerful jaws just as a tremendous pressure forced its way into and then expanded in his ass. This virgin experience with being tied propelled Ian over the edge and he thrust his own meat as deep as he could into Kyle and let fly with a torrent of seed. He growled and barked out as he felt the close contact of Kyle's ass expand with his come. In very short order Ax's own impulses quickly gave way to a blast from his own cannon and Ian felt his insides burn with the heat and pressure from his unbelievable load.

The growling, grunting an groaning had finally subsided, leaving them all lying in a heap panting with euphoric exhaustion. Axle was making no move to withdraw from Ian's distended rear and when he tried to do so from Kyle he discovered the joy of being tied with a lover as well. His own cock seemed to be firmly stuck in place, held in by the tight ring of Kyle's flesh. He didn't want to pull to hard but he enjoyed the tugging sensation it created on the base of his prick. Ian reached down with one of his fur covered hands to feel his sweat soaked balls. His nuts seemed larger and were covered over in the same fur as the rest of his body and above them was the unmistakable feel of a newly formed sheath, encasing what little amount of his cock that wasn't nestled deep into Kyle's butt. He could even feel the slight tug on his skin where his sheath connected with his lower abdomen.

"If you're gonna keep playing with yourself, you'll never soften enough to pull out. Not that I'm complaining, but it might disturb some of our other customers." Kyle joked and soon all three of them were laughing.

"You mean you don't offer this kind of service to all of your customers?" Ian quipped and though he found it hard to pull his hand away from his own junk he contented himself to reach around and fondle Kyle's equipment which appeared to have unloaded a small lake of come all over the office chair.

"Never have before. " Ax offered.

"First!" Ian called out and they all laughed again.

Ian still felt charged from the whole experience and it actually took him a moment to realize that he was just imagining the pumped sensation he was having. Very gradually, like a rising tide, his body was continuing to expand from his neck down to his toes. Every muscle flexed and strained as his mass increased stretching his skin taught across his bulk. His hands shook, even while wrapped around Kyle's cock, as they reformed from fur covered human hands to canine like paws complete with claws and thick pads on his palms. A similar change took place in his feet and he had to adjust his stance accordingly to make up for the increased height associated with standing more on the balls of his feet. Eventually the rest of the changed subsided followed a short time later by Axle withdrawing his cock from Ian's ass. Ian grunted again as he felt the knot slip free with a slight pop and a small river of warm fluids ran down the back of his legs. It took even longer for his own arousal to die down enough to allow him to extract his own prick from Kyle. He stood and smoothed down his ruffled fur with his new paws and silently admired his new body especially his reformed cock. It's deep red skin glistened and practically glowed when held up tight against his dark black fur. His knot was still exposed and he shivered with pleasure when he touched it and squeezed it in his paw. In all he appeared to be very similar to Kyle, though perhaps an inch shorter and only slightly less ripped and the bronze patches of his fur were much lighter compared to either of the other's dark chocolate brown.

"Damn, I was hoping I would be the taller one for once." Axle mock griped while admiring Ian's new appearance.

"Hmmm I think I could get used to this," Ian said still taking it all in. "So what do we do now?"

"I still think you know the answer to that, big guy." Kyle responded before stepping in close to give Ian's muzzle a lick and squeeze his still exposed dick in his paw.

"Well yeah I was kinda counting on that, but I mean after that."

"Now that you've fully made the change, with a little practice you'll be able to do it at will. So what you do now is up to you I guess, though I think Kyle and I were hoping you'd stick around here."

"Yeah, we're looking at expanding the business into restorations and custom work and we think you would be perfect for the job."

Ian smiled at the thought, restoring cars full time had always been a dream of his, "I don't know, I don't think you guys could match my current salary," he said coolly.

Axle smirked a bit, "I bet we'd come close and probably make up the rest in perks and fringe bennifits."

"There you go, that's what I was hoping for," Ian shot back with a bright smile.

"Hey wait a minute, shouldn't we check his references or see some if his work first?" Kyle joked.

"We can do that easy enough, wanna go for a ride?"

"I thought we already did?" Axle barked with a laugh.

Ian shook his head at the dirty little pun, "Yeah I suppose we did, but I was talking about checking out my Mach 1. I brought it with me and if you're interested I know a nice little spot where we can stop and park for a while. "

"Sounds good to me," Kyle said with a quick wag of his small tail.

The three of them decided it would be better if they didn't just go out joyriding in the buff. Kyle found him some old clothes of his that would fit him better now and Ian was still getting used to the sensation of his own tail wagging as he helped the other two lock up before leading them out to his car.

"Whoa! If she runs half as good as she looks, you got the job!" Kyle exclaimed as they walked up to the machine.

"Yeah, this thing is incredible. Looks like this pony might have just galloped out of the showroom yesterday."

Ian couldn't help beaming with pride in his work and feeling his face and ears warm at getting such a great compliment from Kyle and Axle. "Thanks guys, just try not to shed on the upholstery will ya."

The 429 in the Ford roared to life and Ian had to be careful not to let the gravel fly as he gunned it. He had been accused of driving with a lead foot before and it seemed the same criticism applied now even if it was actually a lead paw.