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The old store reeked like any number of antique shops my parents had dragged me to while they shopped for ugly lamps and furniture with authentic dings and rotting paint. But this was no antique shop, and I was here alone, with a purpose. No, this was Madam Ruth's Magic Shop, a dusty little waste-bin where, despite having walked past the dirty windows every day on my way to high school, I had never seen a customer. Now I was here during school. I skipped class because I didn't want any of my classmates to see me coming into the strange shop.

As far as I knew, I was the first patron. The door jangled with the sound of bent, rusted bells, and my footsteps left prints in the dust. The light was dim, and it looked like no one was in, but I knew that couldn't be the case. Someone had to come in each day to flip the open/closed sign. "Hello?" I called into the shop, which consisted of ceiling-high dusty shelves crammed full of odd baubles and bottles.

At first there was no answer, so I tiptoed over toward the counter, where a large cash register stood. My parents would have loved to buy the register - it was a real antique, with punch-keys and a spinning number display and everything. For a minute, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd entered some sort of physical anomaly and been sent forty years back in time. My stomach twisted in knots, and I had just turned to go when I heard footsteps.

A woman appeared behind the counter, grabbing an old, spiral notebook and flipping it open, scanning the contents through tiny bifocals perched at the end of her long nose. She had her hair up in a frazzled bun, but unlike everything else in the store, she was young, with rich, brown hair. She wore a simple floral pattern, an unflattering dress the hung down and clumped around her body, so I couldn't tell how much she weighed.

"Madam Ruth?" I asked.

"Oh!" she gasped, looking up at me. She dropped her notebook over the edge of the counter. "I...didn't see you there!"

I bent down to pick up her notes, giving her a little time to compose herself. She took the book back, grateful, and said, "Yes. I mean no. I mean...I'm Madam Ruth yes, but the younger. Are you...a customer?"

I looked her over again. She wasn't exactly what I expected from a witch, or warlock, or whatever they were called. "I guess."

"Well, that's great!" she exclaimed, setting the notebook down so hurriedly that it fell back onto the ground. She didn't bother to pick it up this time. "We don't get many customers - that's why I'm here."

I blinked. Why was she telling me this?

"My mother's never been much with finances, and this shop's been losing money for years. But I just got out of business school, and I've got a lot of ideas for how to get us in the black, but...as you can see, it's a lot of work."

"That's...great," I mumbled, and said, "I'm here about the sign? Outside? It said you sell potions?"

Her eyes lit up. "The sign! Yes, that was my idea! 'Potions, charms, and spells for sale'! I told her I could draw in new customers," she gloated, grinning.

"Well, do you?"

Now Madam Ruth the younger had to blink. "Do I? Do I what?"

"Sell potions!"

"Po... Oh, potions! Yes, of course we do, why else would I put up that sign?" she laughed, her high-pitched voice trilling.

"Don't ask me," I started, pausing as I felt blood rushing to my cheeks. But I was here for a reason, and I got the impression that I'd better be straight-forward with this woman. "I'm looking for...well...a love potion. If you have it..."

She said, "Well, we most certainly do! We have 'Madam Ruth's Love Potion', from one up through nine. It just depends on what you're willing to pay." Then, she squinted at me through her tiny spectacles in the ill-lit room, asking, "Say, you're at least eighteen, right?"

She bent down to pick up the little notebook from the floor, for which I was grateful. I'm sure even with her eyes should would have seen me grimace. I was only fourteen! By the time she stood up again, I'd masked my nervousness, and used my lowest voice to say, "Oh yes, of course I am."

"Great," she said, flipping the notebook open and beginning to read with slow, stuttering speech. "Madam Ruth's Love Potions. Disclaimer: All potions available for sale will not remove free will from either the first or second party, and lose effect over time. Potions one through eight are not guaranteed to be effective."

"I thought you said there were nine potions," I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She brushed the hair from her eyes, squinting, then turned the page. "Ah. Potion nine is experimental, and only to be used with informed consent. Well, you'll want one of the others, I'm sure -"

"Wait, but it is guaranteed to work? I want that one," I pressed. The target I had in mind would take all the help I could get!

The younger Madam gazed levelly at me, and said, "I'll have to find the paperwork. In the meantime, if you'll provide the..." she gazed down at the notebook, "...three hundred dollars..."

"Three hundred dollars!" I only had forty bucks...two weeks of allowance.

Smiling, she said, "I assure you, the others are much less expensive."

"Alright, fine. How do they work?"

She flipped another page, and began to rattle off:

"Potion one boosts the imbiber's confidence." I know I lack confidence, but I'm gonna need more than that.

"Potion two through five all have varying concentrations of a mixture that should make you smell more appealing." Were all the potions a joke? I'd tried Axe Body Spray, but it had only made her wrinkle her nose before walking away.

"And potions six, seven, eight, and nine induce certain physical changes to make you more appealing. Six and seven temporarily enhance the look and feel of hair, tone muscles, reduce odor, and darken skin tone, both subtle enough to evade notice." That sounds a little better, but I needed to be noticed.

"Eight and nine induce significant physical changes, based on the target's ideal mate. Bigger muscles, taller stature, larger...*cough*...um...genitalia, depending, of course."

"I want that one," I said, ignoring my deep blush. That's exactly what I need. "How much is number eight?"

"A bargain, at ninety-nine dollars."

I groaned. "What about seven?"

She rifled through the notebook to find the price and said, "Twenty-nine ninety-nine."

I let out a heavy gasp, and said, "I guess that'll have to do."

She said, "Alright. Directions: drink just a sip upon sight of target male or female. Changes may seem imperceptible at first." Oh well, it's worth a shot.

I plopped both twenties on the counter, and Madam Ruth scanned the back shelves, picking out a little glass bottle with a brown, hand-written label, tightly sealed with a cork. She grabbed the cash, and after a few minutes fiddling with the register, managed to give me my change. "Thank you for shopping at Madam Ruth's!" she said cheerfully. "Hope to see you again, sir."

I grabbed the vial and my change and nodded politely, before walking briskly out the door. I had to hurry if I wanted to catch Janet on her way home from school.

* * * * *

"Damn it, damn it!" I cried, my chest heaving as I ran down the street. There was the corner, but I could see Janet already half a block in front of me. I could catch her, but only if I ran, and then I'd be completely out of breath. Not the greatest way to sweep her off her feet.

Maybe I should take the potion now - it was supposed to tone my muscles. Maybe I could impress her by running up as if all I did was run. That certainly would draw her eye.

I'd had a crush on Janet since the fifth grade, even though she was a year higher, but never had the courage to say anything. I was just a nerd, getting straight A's, liking science fiction, being out of shape. At least I'd had a growth spurt recently so I wasn't as chubby as before. I used to be called Fat Freddie, but now only the stupidest boys bothered with that insult. Janet, on the other hand, had started dating in the sixth grade on account of her early 'blossoming'. A blonde, buxom bombshell, she was used to getting what she wanted, and what she wanted were the jocks.

Year after year I watched her, pretending I couldn't care less about her, while I stressed over each of her new boyfriends. I listened to all the gossip - why she broke up with Steven, why she left Ben, keeping careful notes. She was looking for someone, and I was determined to be that man. Still, she broke up with dozens of slender, athletic, intelligent boys, for dozens of reasons, and all added up, I realized her perfect boy was an impossible dream. I'd been about to give up when I saw Madam Ruth's sign. Now, I had something the other boys didn't!

But I didn't dare take the potion too early. The witch had said the change was temporary, and I needed as much time as I could get. I walked behind her, but even though I walked fast, she made it home before I got there. Nervously, I looked at the front of her house, huge, oak, large fenced-in backyard...the perfect house for the perfect girl. Now all I had to do was knock.

Suddenly I realized my dilemma. If I knocked on the door, either I'd have to drink the love potion before I was sure she would be answering, and not her sister Margery, or I'd have to drink the potion right in front of her. Or I could wait until she came out the front, but that could be hours!

Then I remembered - they have a dog. She'd have to let the dog out the back eventually. I could wait in her backyard until she opened the door, then drink it. If I hid behind the dog house, I could get a peek at Janet, and then just hop the fence and knock on the door. I hurried into the alley next to their house, looking around carefully before I jumped the five foot fence, crouching down behind their dog's little abode. I say little, but the house is huge, with internal heating and cooling. They spared no expense for their dog, Bruiser. If I had to guess, I'd say their dog got more in allowance than I did.

I slipped the potion from my pocket, unsealing the cork as I waited for the precious moment when Janet would poke her head out the backdoor, and I could finally get what I wanted. She was so beautiful, and once she saw the new me, she'd be mine.

Wait, what? I did a doubletake, looking down at the bottom. "Number 9?" I blinked in disbelief. Madam Ruth had given my potion number nine instead of seven! This was three-hundred dollars of guaranteed love potion! Now I had to run all the way back to return the potion and then...

Wait... What was I thinking? Madam Ruth's Magic Shop wouldn't miss the small vial, and it was the one I wanted - no, needed. I could be bigger, taller, and more handsome, exactly what Janet desired. There was no way she could refuse me! My hands trembled as I waited. This was the day my life would change forever!

Except...minutes and minutes passed. The anxious butterflies that had me on edge disappeared as I sat, bored in my hiding place. "Come on," I said to myself. "Let your dog out already!" An hour passed, and more. Janet's parents would get home soon, which would ruin everything!

Another ten minutes passed, when suddenly the back door slid open. This is it! My mind screamed as I pulled the bottle to my lips, peeking out just long enough to make sure it was Janet. Sure enough, there she was, long, golden locks flowing through the air as her Doberman scrambled past her. Her breasts bounced loosely in her blouse, and I closed my eyes, taking a hasty gulp. Shit, it was only supposed to be a sip! Oh well, it was now or never!

I opened my eyes, absentmindedly corking the bottle. There, twenty-five feet away, was the back door...closed. Confused, I looked left and right, but Janet was gone. She must have already gone back inside. Fuck! I had to get to the front right away, and I'd better not see any girls on the way!

I got up, running for the fence, my eyes cast down just in case someone was walking in the alley. I was only a couple feet from the fence when I heard the bark, Bruiser barrelling down on me. Gasping, I turned to face him, holding my hands up to protect myself. Shit, he thinks I'm a trespasser!

The blur of dark black and rich caramel closed quickly, but Bruiser stopped just a few feet away, his teeth snarling a challenge. Thank God I hadn't kept running, or I'm sure he would have attacked me! "Good doggie..." I said, inching backward toward the fence. If only it had been that easy.

I only managed one step before I felt queasy, light-headed. My head was swimming as I stared at the growling guard dog. What...what's happening? I put my head in my hands, moaning...and touched something I never expected.

Fur.

My face was covered in hair, and not the straggly kind I got when I didn't shave for a couple weeks. And it wasn't like my dad's beard either. No, soft, long fur covered my cheeks. "What...the fuck?" I gasped.

Even Bruiser didn't seem to know what was going on, cocking his head and whimpering questioningly. Well, at least he wasn't attacking me! I had other things to worry about. I ran my fingers across my face, and fur was the least of my worries. My nose was stretching out in front of my very eyes, shifting from pasty white, getting darker...darker...until it turned completely black. The love potion! It was supposed to make my skin tanned, not black!

Something was going terribly wrong, and it had to be the experimental potion! Had I drunk too much? I glanced at my arms, and if anything, they were becoming smaller, not larger. I slid my hands back, and gaped in shock when I felt my ears. They felt like they'd been cleaved off my head, dangling limply. They were soft and fuzzy, and almost twice the right size. Oh God, I should have returned the potion...

My mind shifted instantly, as I felt a burning ache between my legs. Madam Ruth had said the potion could make my dick bigger, but now I trembled. What would it do down there? Hastily, I grabbed the button on my jean shorts, sliding them off onto the grass beneath me. No! Sprouting out from beneath my white briefs, silky, brown fur began to cover my abs and thighs.

I grabbed my underwear, pulling them down and kicking them free from my right leg, oblivious to the fact that I was stripping in Janet's backyard. My penis lay flaccid in a sea of golden fur, but it hadn't grown at all. God forbid there be a bright side to becoming some sort of freak... The spreading, bright-colored fur gave way suddenly to black, which began to coat the rest of my legs, and that's when it finally hit me.

The fur looks exactly like Bruiser. I'm turning into a Doberman!

But that meant...that the potion was working, but it was trying to make me appealing to Bruiser! I felt a moment's relief...the potion was temporary. Much better a working potion than one whose results were unpredictable. Of course, the horrible realization came only a split second later: this potion was guaranteed to work, and it was making me attractive to Janet's dog!

"No...no!" I whimpered, but the words came out garbled as my mouth stretched out into a muzzle. I looked down, and watched with horror as my fears came true: even as I watched, my dick was shrinking! I grabbed for it, in the vain hope that somehow I could keep it, but it continued to disappear in my grasp. At the same time, I could see my balls getting taut and pulling up toward my body. I tried to form words, but could only whine pitifully, hardly even aware as my legs bent and shrunk, making me fall on my butt in the grass, flip-flops lying uselessly nearby.. A slight sting accompanied the fall, my bruised tail flopping out in front of me.

But I only had eyes for my disappearing pride. The soft, pink flesh shrank to a mere inch-and-a-half, morphing and molding into something alien: protruding, triangular folds of skin, with a point jutting out just above the y-shaped cleft. Is that what a dog's vulva looks like? I shuddered. Worse, my balls seemingly sunk into my body, disappearing completely, leaving only a burning ache deep inside of me as the changes kept happening. At the same time, two little pink nubs emerged on my abdomen, and I knew that beneath my blue t-shirt, I'd be sporting two lines of canine nipples.

Then, strangely, I watched my new pussy grow. The pink flesh filled out, swelling, until it stood a full two-inches. My engorged genitals coincided directly with Bruiser's renewed interest. I hadn't even been paying attention to the Doberman, who leapt at me. At first I was afraid he was attacking me, and I held up a hand to grab his collar and push him back. But his paws landed on my shoulder, and instead of a vicious bite, he gave me a wide, wet lick on the mouth.

I tried to push him away to no avail, and then I saw why. I lifted him off me just far enough to glimpse a flash of red. There, between his legs, a tiny bit of glossy, red flesh was poking out. He landed heavily on my shoulders again, and this time I didn't stop his eager licks...too shocked to try. Oh, my God! I am in heat.

I watched helplessly as the last vestiges of my humanity faded. I felt my hair retracting into my head, even as rich, black fur began to cover my arms. My fingers shrank and curled up, forming clumsy paws, and as my chest began to fill out, the blue t-shirt tightened around me, cutting off my air. Frantically, I groped at my shirt with my hand-paws, while Bruiser continued to leap excitedly at me, licking my face. I managed to shed my shirt just before my hands became useless and my arms - no, front legs! - became locked into one range of motion.

I couldn't hold myself up in a sitting position any longer, and I flopped over onto my back. I swivelled my head around, but as far as I could tell, I was a picture perfect Doberman, almost identical to Bruiser except for my gender, and the fact that his ears were cropped and tail was docked. The grass all around me had a gray hue...the entire world looks like dull red, dull blue, and black. In fact, the only thing about me that distinguished me from a dog was that I knew I was Adam Lansky, and I was smart enough to be horrified.

"Help! Help!" I barked, before cutting myself off. The words were unintelligible, and all they were likely to do was draw Janet to the peculiar scene: a strange Doberman in her yard, and a young boy's clothes scattered. Would she piece things together when she found my wallet and freshman I.D. card? The potion was only temporary (right?), but if Janet saw me changing back I'd be in some hot water. If I wanted to get out of this with my dignity, I'd need to keep my mouth shut.

Silence proved more difficult than I'd expected. As I mused, on my back, Bruiser moved over me, and he knew exactly what he wanted. I'd hardly noticed the shadow of his muscular body before I felt his hot, wet tongue planted firmly between my hind legs. Instantly, I was reeling, whining loudly despite my recent resolution not to speak. I froze, my legs splayed open for him, and he licked again, and a third time.

Maybe I could have offered more resistance if it didn't feel so damned good. I'd dirtied hundreds of socks before, but this was...so perfect. My swollen folds felt just like my cock had, and his saliva coated everything, making me tingle and moan. The biggest difference by far, though, was that I wasn't doing it. You know how you can't tickle yourself? Well, masturbating just didn't measure up to Bruiser's insistent licks. He even made my long, black tail wag!

I lay there helplessly as he sniffed, licked, and nudged my involuntarily bouncing spade, wishing he would stop, but not willing to do anything about it. Until he rammed his tongue inside of me!

Now that felt different! My pink vulva spread wide for his probing, slurping tongue, and I felt his massive organ sliding forcefully deep, deeper inside. I yipped, clenching down around his eager licks, resisting the alien urge to hump up against him. Instead, I spun away from him, ripping his tongue from my pussy and climbing to all fours.

Bruiser panted, watching me for a moment. I lowered my eyes, to see that his glossy, red tip had emerged another half-inch, pointing at me like I was some bitch to be conquered. Not if I can help it! He took a step forward, and I took a step back, keeping my eyes locked on his. Looking behind the advancing Doberman, I saw the massive dog house and realized what I needed to do. If I could just reach that dog house, I could hide inside while keeping Bruiser out, until the potion wore off. Janet wouldn't even notice me when she came to get her dog back inside!

Resolved, I ran for it, opting for a wide circle around the excited canine. It was a good plan, really, and it could have worked. Except that I'd never walked on dog legs before. I launched off all four legs and barely went one step before collapsing in a pile in the grass. Knowing that Bruiser was coming for me, I scrambled to my feet and leapt again.

I landed on my face.

This time, when I picked myself up, Bruiser caught up. Before I could leap away, his nose was up and under my tail, which seemed to raise of its own accord. I shuddered at the cold nose pressing up against my pucker, then gave a deafening squeal in a most undignified way at his tongue burying itself deep into my heat-swollen vulva. I bit my lip to stop the noise...or was I just gritting my teeth at the intense heat spreading through my loins? I tried to step away from Bruiser, but I barely moved an inch, staying put against his steady, lewd slurping. Without warning, my entire rump began to shake, rocking up and down against Bruiser's tongue, and if I hadn't heard a door crash shut, I'm pretty sure I would have just stood there, no matter what Bruiser decided to do to me.

Vaguely, in the back of my mind, I processed the words, "Yeah, don't worry, come over at 8:00. My parents and sis are gone for the whole night!" Janet was talking on a cell phone, when she happened to glance out the back window. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed. "Gotta go!"

Crash! I looked up, floppy ears perked, to see Janet running outside, looking slightly frantic. She yelled, "Hey! Get back! Where did you come from!?"

Fuck, was all I thought, she's seen me. I felt a surreal, out-of-body feeling as I watched Janet yelling at Bruiser, realizing that the girl I'd been fantasizing about for four years was watching me getting my pussy cleaned out by a dog! I could only be grateful she didn't know it was me (yet), especially considering my wildly wagging tail.

Bruiser, for his part, ignored Janet. His noisy, protracted penetrations drew her attention however. I trembled as I watched the fifteen-year-old's eyes glide across my body, toward my tail, the source of the noise. For the life of me, his licks sounded just like someone slurping up that last bit of soup from a bowl.

"What are you...?" she started, eyes settling on Bruiser's busy muzzle. "Oh! Oh, ew! Stop that!"

My sentiments exactly! But as much as I wanted to turn away from the insistent Doberman, his slippery tongue pinned me like a tractor beam. Or was it my clenching cunny that held him in place? Whatever the case, all I could do was stand with wobbling legs, humping humiliatingly in front of Janet.

Bruiser showed no signs of suddenly listening to the young woman. With a wet schloooooooorp! he ripped his tongue free, pausing only a second before he leapt. I yelped at his massive weight resting on my rump, and I squirmed in his grip, but despite shock, my tail was held rigidly to the side. God, what am I doing!?

"Hey! Hey, get off, Bruiser! Bad dog! Bad!"

Heat radiated from our bodies as he clenched my short-furred back, sliding his paws tightly around my now-slender hips. I could feel him panted against the back of my neck, but the place I burned the most was my face. How could this be happening to me?

Janet yelled, "Oh no you don't!" She backed up her words with action, moving closer beside us and bending down to push and pull at Bruiser's gyrating hips. She tried to pry him off of me, but Bruiser's rippling muscles had no trouble hanging onto my rump...his rump, now. "I don't know whose dog that is, but you're NOT making any puppies on my watch!"

Puppies!? Thank goodness the potion was only temporary! I think. Potion seven was only temporary...but nine...no, nine had to be temporary too. Still, her words were all the reminder I needed to fully realize what was happening to me. I whimpered and whined, trying to spin away from Bruiser, but he began launching himself against me.

Janet groaned, pulling back against her dog's pounding hips, but her efforts were as ineffective as her words. At the same time, my squirming only served to enhance Bruiser's excitement. There was nothing I could do to weaken the Doberman's grip around my waist; he simply clung onto me, matching every move I made. Thankfully the powerful animal's aim was way off!

"God damn it!" Janet cried, unable to budge the eager dog. "No! No! Bad dog!" I was almost out of hope, when Janet said, "Oh wait, the hose!"

Janet let go of Bruiser and was suddenly running back to the house, and I saw her grabbing the garden hose. Yes! Go, Janet! I only needed to hold Bruiser off for five seconds. Not that I had much choice in the matter. I could barely move my ass at all in his tight grip, while he humped wildly at me. Worse, his aim was getting better: I felt something hard and slimy poking up against my thigh, then my abdomen, then my thigh again.

He'd find his target soon, but not soon enough. Janet ran up within five feet of us, grabbing the trigger of the hose and pointing it with both hands straight at Bruiser. I'm saved!

I'm...saved?

Janet just stood there, aiming the hose. I turned to stare at her desperately, giving my best, highest-pitched whine, but she just watched, a thoughtful...almost fascinated look on her face. I heard her voice under her breath, and her words made me whimper. "She's the one running loose, it's not like its our problem," she muttered, rationalizing to herself.

She lowered the hose, speaking softly to herself, but my sensitive ears picked up every word. "God, I know shouldn't allow this to happen. But..."

But!? She was going to let her dog fuck me? Right in front of her? What kind of sick, twisted -

Squelch!

I dropped my jaw and howled. Utterly distracted by Janet, I didn't know what was coming until I felt Bruiser's bony tip poke right up into my triangular folds. Wet and puffy, my vulva gave easily to his sudden thrust, and a full inch of his erect cock slid into me, stopping only when his furred sheath bristled up against my soft, sensitive flesh. Bruiser groaned and thrust again, jabbing an inch deeper and pushing his sheath back the same amount.

This is not how I envisioned losing my virginity! If things had gone to plan, I'd be making out with Janet right now, but instead, I found myself on all fours, getting my pussy pounded by a horny Doberman! My folds slurped almost eagerly around him as he thrust again, and again, wedging himself deeper and deeper, until his sheath had rolled all the way up to to what I thought was his hilt.

With him deep and throbbing inside of me, I finally cut my howl short, whimpering in shock. He is huge! His drooling tongue had folded up inside me, spreading me apart, but his full, swollen cock felt easily three times as thick. Oh shit, he's making my pussy ache! I thought, before realizing the absurdity of that notion. I was a man, I wasn't even supposed to have a pussy!

Janet ignored my ceaseless whimpers, kneeling down beside Bruiser and watching beneath my tail. "Wow...he's huge..." she murmured unhelpfully.

No shit, Sherlock! I couldn't help but feel like nipping at her. She could have stopped this, but the perverted bitch wanted to see two dogs fuck. Well I wasn't a dog (not really), for Christ's sake!

Bruiser only increase his pace once he was fully in, his cock gliding in and out of my slick hole like a jackhammer. Every inch of wet, schlorping friction between our genitals sent pleasure washing over my smaller body. Each time he dragged his dick back, he rubbed up against something deep inside me. It felt like hand-lotion, only twenty times more potent. Like before, I clenched my eyes shut, moaned, and humped my hips, every inch of my pussy squeezing down around him, as if I could pull him deeper.

My cheeks burned. What am I doing...how can I be enjoying this? I was getting fucked by a dog, in front of Janet! If she ever finds out what happened...

While I panted and gasped for breath, Bruiser violated me with cool and methodical efficiency. Janet just watched and listened to the slurp-slap! slurp-slap! slurp-slap! as each of his grunting thrusts splayed my pussy wide before being punctuated by his heavy, dangling, black orbs slapping between my legs. He treated me as an object he owned, happily prodding and probing every inch of my tight, clenching cunt.

"God, he's really giving it to her," Janet whispered, just a foot from our wet, carnal union.

After what seemed like ten minutes of Bruiser's dedicated thrusts and Janet's inane comments, the huge, black dog finally began to speed up. My body was thrilled, pushing back with loud, desperate grunts, but my mind freaked out. Somehow, I had kept thinking that somehow, some way, I was going to get out of what was happening. I mean, nothing would ever change the fact that my first sexual memory was being raped by dog, but it was becoming increasingly clear that I wasn't getting out of this until he was well and done with me. Something about feeling his bony tip nested deep up against my heat-primed womb sent a cold ache through my gut. He's going to cum in me. He's going to cum, and Janet is going to watch the whole damned thing...

Janet broke through my thoughts, gasping, "Holy shit, he's getting bigger!"

Bigger!? But even as I denied that possibility, I felt my aching lips stretching steadily wider. Whimpering in shock, I turned around to look, my spine easily curling around so that I could see as plainly as Janet the growing, sickening bulge in what had until recently been my penis. Our faces side by side, we watched with widening eyes. It was as if Bruiser's cock was inflating like a balloon! Inside of me!

I whined, but Janet panted, "Go, Bruiser, go! She fuckin' wants it...give it to her!"

His hips were a blur, but his humps were short, jabbing motions that barely moved an inch back and forth. My insides strained against his swelling cock, and with him buried to the hild, I could only imagine how big he truly was. Still, my vulva stretched wider and wider. I couldn't stop myself from whimpering and moaning each time he pulled back, stretching my virgin pussy further and further. He was so huge! Almost five-inches wide now, his trembling bulge was grinding up against something deep inside me that I couldn't resist much longer.

I couldn't watch anymore, looking away from him. Even as my sopping, clenching rump began to shudder and shake, my mind resisted, and I screamed, "No! Not like this!" All it sounded like was an eager, desperate howl.

Bruiser launched himself against me, his cock buried so deep now that his back feet were barely touching the ground. Nearly his entire weight rested on my rump. Bruiser joined in upon hearing my howl, our cries echoing across the fence and down the alley. His tense and trembling legs pressed neatly between my thighs, and I felt his heavy balls resting just below my enormous bulge. They pulsed.

Splurt! My slender, toned hindquarters contained his entire, massive cock, so I could hardly believe there was any room, but I could hear and feel as plain as day Bruiser's explosive first release. Hot, sticky cum bubbled up inside of me with noisy, high-pitched sloshes, and everywhere it touched sent waves of indescribable bliss throughout my small body. I dropped my jaw and moaned deeply, gyrating my hips as I clenched desperately around him, milking him for everything he was worth.

Bliss engulfed my mind suddenly, and irrevocably, even in the middle of my thought. Oh God, no, he's cumming! What...ohhhhh! I whimpered, my tail wagging, as thoughts came unbidden. I belong to him, now. This is what I'm for_. This is_ all I'm for.

Hot breath beat against the back of my head, Bruiser howling as he claimed my tight body. He squirted. He squirted again. Thick ropes of cum splattered inside of me over and over. At home, I usually could manage one or two good shots, but Bruiser was on his fifth lewd eruption and counting, and with every gushing contribution, my orgasm peaked again. Endless, shuddering climaxes wracked my body, and for that moment, that long, drawn out moment, there is no where I would rather be than humping back against Janet's Doberman.

Janet watched with wide eyes as I convulsed and whimpered beneath him. We rocked fiercely against each other, sweat dripping from my paw-pads. I could swear there was heat-distortion in the air above our straining, pumping bodies. With another spurt, my trembling bulge gave way, and I could feel a waterfall of cum bubbling down my thighs. Janet summed it all up quite succinctly with, "Holy shit...(!)"

"Ahhh!" I moaned, through desperate pants for air. Bruiser spent another minute staining my fur, and then suddenly, he was gone. I felt as if every part of of him had disappeared except for his pulsing, throbbing cock, which I could still feel quite succinctly inside me. Was I so far gone that the only thing that existed in my world was his glistening meat?

"Woah, what!?" Janet cried, falling over from where she kneeled onto her butt.

Startled, I looked over my shoulder at Bruiser, and got a nice eyeful of his raised stub of a tail brushing up against my tail, his heavy balls pinned tautly up against my butt. I gaped...he'd turned all the way around, still inside of me!

Oh well, it didn't bother me at the time. All I needed was his gigantic erection, buried deep and cumming into me, for which he performed admirably. I did catch a glimpse of Bruiser's face, and he looked strangely bored, as if he was done, and I was just a nuisance. Whatever. I gritted my teeth, moaning, and ignored him, concentrating on the hot eruptions splattering my deepest places. God, it felt good, no matter how much my pussy ached as it strained around his unbelievable cock.

Janet moved back beside us, but I didn't care. She could do what she wanted, I was busy! She stared at our bulging genitals and said, "Jesus Christ, it's like they're stuck together. This can't be normal!"

Suddenly, her hand was on my ass, and she was pulling us apart. Or trying to. And then, as much as I wanted to ignore her and revel in his blissful, bubbling ejactulations, I couldn't help but recall who I was, and what I was doing. I, Adam Lansky, reduced to a whimpering little bitch. I guess magic potions really can't change your lot in life!

With the aching pain in my cunt, I became keenly aware that Janet was pulling on our asses, trying to her dog's cock from me. All the humiliation I'd expected to feel but had faded in my orgasm, came rushing to my face. She'd watched the whole thing, and was now looking at my bulging, cum-stained pussy! How did this ever happen to me?

Janet took a lower grip, pulling on each of our hind legs, and Bruiser's bulging cock tore at my hyper-sensitive folds. But he stayed firmly inside. We both whimpered and whined at the pain, but Janet kept going, certain that something terrible had happened. "Ow!" I barked.

She just pulled harder; so hard, that her hands slipped and slid lower on my leg, and her hand came away coated in frothy cum. "Ew!" she yelled, and backed off, finally content to leave us alone.

The fifteen-year-old girl watched nervously as Bruiser continued to shoot into me, his throbbing balls trembling against my butt. All I could do was stand there, mortified, and try to concentrate on the pleasant warmth between my legs.

"What do I do?" Janet asked hysterically. "What if they're stuck? What if they're hurt?"

I knew I should share her concern (because I was just as baffled as her), but I wasn't in any pain, except for a dull ache from my stretched-out pussy. Quite the contrary! My vagina eagerly squeezed around him, twitching in joy each time it drew out another shot of watery cum. God, my insides must be dripping in his semen. I had had no idea that dogs were so...prolific. Assuming it was possible, I'd be pregnant for sure. Thank God the change was temporary!

Janet seemed to have calmed down some, waiting restlessly. "Well, they look like they're enjoying themselves."

Twenty minutes must have passed, before I felt another tug. I looked back, but it wasn't Janet - it was Bruiser. I yelped. He dug his powerful legs into the dirt, yanking with every bit as much force as he'd displayed humping on my back. "Ow. Owwwww!" I barked.

The bulge had receded somewhat, but was still three inches across. My pussy stretched and trembled around him, but he didn't seem to care about me. He just kept tugging with sharp jerks, until I felt my tender folds ripping apart. It was like pulling off a band-aid. For one, intense moment, I was in blinding pain. Then, he tore himself free. A dull pain seeped through my body, but worse, a feeling of emptiness. For just a second, I wished he were back in there.

With a wet schlorp! my pussy contracted back to normal. Normal!? I'm supposed to have a cock! While Bruiser casually licked his dick clean, I spun around and backed up against the fence, utterly humiliated. What was going to happen now? I prayed for Janet to open the gate to the alley and let me run off by myself, to change back. If she kept me too long, she'd see my change back, and that would be that for my chances with her. At least the story was way to unbelievable to be passed around school!

Janet looked relieved. "Thank God you're both okay," she said, though I thought, I'm not!

That's when Janet noticed the clothes on the ground behind the dog house.

Fuck. Fuck!

I barked, trying to distract her, but she walked on, raising an eyebrow at the strange collection in her backyard. "What on earth?"

She bent down for my jean-shorts, and I panicked. What if she found my wallet!? Frantically, I grabbed my pants and took off. Somewhere in the middle of my rough fucking, I'd apparently gotten used to my legs, and I was gone like a rocket. Yes!

Janet said, "Hey!" reaching out - but I was too fast.

Then I realized I had stolen the wrong thing. Janet's eyes fell to the potion, sitting half-full and corked on the ground, leaning against the dog house. "No, wait!" I barked. But I was too slow. She had grabbed the bottle, and popped the cork. My eyes shot from her, to Bruiser, and back.

If I didn't do something, Bruiser was about to get a delightful little encore.