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Turnabout is Fair Play

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for TKDye

WARNING: This story contains cartoon physics, magic, muscle and macro growth, nudity (not in sexual connotations), mind alteration, and worship. If none of that interests you, then go find something else to read. If not, enjoy!

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A golden retriever trotted down the street, the young man holding his leash following behind, scowling the entire time. Once again, he was roped into walking the dog… and it wasn't even his dog. It belonged to a roommate of his, but that idiot was never around, always working, always busy, so here he was, walking a dog that didn't belong to him.

“I have stuff I can be doing," he muttered. The dog's ears perked back as it continued to walk.

“I could be actually doing something with my life. Get a better job, get a girlfriend. Hell, I could just get a better social life," the walker grumbled. “But nope, I got to walk a dumb dog."

The dog slowed down, just enough to make his walker nearly stumble over the golden retriever.

“Jeez! What the hell dog?" the human growled, as the dog suddenly started walking at it's brisk pace again. “Keep moving so we can get home already!"

For another block the human kept grumbling: getting fur on his clothes, lying on the couch, digging up the front yard; every perceived slight and annoyance that the golden retriever had ever visited on the human.

“Like, your owner thinks you are so high and mighty and special," the human continued. “All you are is just a dumb dog!"

“That's it," a gruff voice finally said, the dog coming to a stop and turning around to face the human.

The young man blinked, before scowling again. “What are you doing? Let's go home!"

The golden retriever shook his head, before giving a grunt and pushing itself up onto his back legs. His entire body seemed to get a bit more… rounded. Cartoony even.

“I don't think so," the dog's mouth moved, words coming out and startling the human.

“What? What! You can talk?" the human exclaimed. “Dog's can't talk!"

“I think I can do a whole lot more than that," the dog said, reaching behind his back and pulling out a pair of white gloves, slipping them over his front paws and giving him fingers to work with, which he stretched and flexed.

“Anyway, where were we?" the dog said, looking down at the leash, one end still around his neck, and the other in the human's hand. “Ah, right. Time for a bit of a fair play, I think," the dog said. He tapped the leash, and the entire thing vanished instantly.

“W-what?"

“I know very well that you didn't really care for me. Never liked dogs, and apparently every problem in your life is my fault." the golden retriever said, stretching his body as if working some kinks out of his shoulders and legs. “Well, why don't you see what it's like to just be a dumb dog, eh?"

“Wait, wait… no, I-" the human started saying, the words he was trying to say suddenly vanishing. The human looked confused, trying to speak. He could move his mouth, but nothing would come out.

“Well, like you said, dog's can't talk," the golden retriever said with a mischievous grin. “And I don't think you need those."

The human's red t-shirt suddenly slipped off over his head, dragging his arms up and leaving his torso exposed. The shirt whipped around, and slid over the top of the dog's head, nicely covering the upper part of his gold-furred body. Next, the pants fell down around the human's ankles, and the human was knocked to the ground as the blue jeans, along with the fancy designer red and blue shoes and the pair of white socks came off, and found their new home on the dog's body.

The dog looked over his body, admiring the new clothes he was wearing, glancing behind to see his tail having popped a hole in the back of the pants to allow it to wag freely. The human, lying on his back in the buff, could only gaze up at the canine in horror at the reversal of fortune.

“Hmm… you know, this just doesn't quite feel right," the dog continued, before lifting up a foot, clad in an expensive designer sneaker. With a wiggle of his toes, the shoe, and by extension the foot inside, began to grow, doubling, tripling in size without breaking, his other foot matching the new size and scope.

“Man, having these abilities are fun," The dog chuckled, taking a few steps to try out his new body. “But this isn't something a dumb dog could do, is it?" he said down to the human, who was now on his hands and knees and trying to stand up. He tried to stand up, but his arms and legs wouldn't cooperate: he found himself flailing and failing to stand up, quickly realizing that he was now consigned to all fours.

The golden retriever chuckled as he watched the human try to become bipedal again, when his ear perked up, and he looked around.

Half a dozen people had came up, standing around the pair.

“Man, that guy looks so handsome," a woman remarked to a friend, pointing at the golden retriever.

“Awww, that poor doggy is trying to do some tricks," a young boy said, pointing at the human.

The human on all fours looked around in confusion, then back to the golden retriever, surprise and bewilderment on his mute face.

“Oh, how the tables have turned, eh?" the golden retriever said. His words were either unheard or unheaded by the slowly growing crowd of onlookers, gawking and admiring the human like dog, and the dog like human.

“But, how about a show, eh?" the dog said, before turning back to the crowd and lifting up his thin arms, and with a simple flex a matching pair of biceps suddenly exploded outward, making the audience “oooh" and “ahhh" in admiration, with applause and whistles.

With a smirk, the dog began to pose like a professional bodybuilder, each time another group of muscles suddenly appeared in existence. The t-shirt began to stretch as his chest swelled after striking a front lat spread, the jeans strained as his thighs quadrupled in size as he took a few steps to meet the admiring crowd. Each new flex and movement added more and more muscle, all impossibly covered and contained by the shirts and jeans that should have been torn to shreds. But some power of magic kept them together.

By now a hundred people had filled the street and into the road, traffic being stopped as commuters and travelers all left to admire the muscular canine putting on a show.

“Oh, you all like that?" the dog said out loud. The crowd cheered and clapped in response.

The dog smirked, looking down at the human on the ground. “Well, seems like some people like dogs." The human bent down smaller, pouting and looking up with sad eyes.

“Well, why don't I give even more for you all to admire?"

In a blink of an eye, the dog suddenly grew a foot taller. Then another. Then two. Then five. Posing and flexing, showing off his muscular body and increasing height, the golden retriever surged upright. His already massive shoes grew larger, making the excited onlookers casually step out of the way as they gwaked and admired the growing canine. The clothing, stretched tight over the canine's frame, continued to grow along with the dog, only further accenting how ridiculous and amazing and weird the whole thing was.

But no one except the lone, silent, nude human on all fours, ignored by everyone but the center of attention really knew what was going on. The onlookers, the crowd a thousand deep as the golden retriever continued to grow taller and bigger, seemed perfectly okay with this… like this wasn't weird for a dog to stand on two legs, talk, and change his size seemingly at will. It was entertainment, a show, a usually uncommon but not unwelcome diversion of daily life.

All around him, the human could see things changing: trees disappeared before a massive red and blue sneaker got to it, cars vanished from existence before they were crushed by a wayward step. Entire buildings shrank or rebuilt themselves to avoid being damaged by the giant beefed up dog, or more likely to avoid any obstructed view of the growing dog for blocks around. Grass began to grow where the road and sidewalk had been, the center of the city being redesigned into a massive park to allow the throngs of onlookers, admirers and worshippers to all come to see the mighty canine.

“So, what do you think now, eh?" the dog said. Only the nude, quadruped human who was virtually ignored by the masses of men, women and children all around, could even hear the dog talking to him. “Am I a dumb dog now?"

The human whimpered as he continued gawking at the dog he had been walking a few minutes ago now turned into a behemoth, a tower of golden fur and muscle.

“Well, it's not all bad, being a dog," the golden retriever continued, as his height finally stopped around the hundred foot mark. “It's a carefree life! Once you have a good owner, your food and shelter are easily taken care of. No need to worry about bills or a job."

The giant dog stretched and flexed one final time, this time fireworks shooting up behind him and exploding in the air. The crowd, thousands big, erupted in cheers and shouts and excitement as the dog, his show complete, sat down. This easily allowed his new followers, his worshippers, to get close enough to caress and admire their god up close.

“You just get to enjoy life, make friends, love finding new things to see and do. And finding a girlfriend is easy… so long as you can keep your bits," the dog smirked.

“You'll come to enjoy it, in time," the dog said, as a comically oversized drumstick appeared in his hand, and he took a bite from it. “Oh, but you'll want to avoid eating chicken. And chocolate."

Suddenly a net dropped over the human, and with a little yelp, he was suddenly scooped up.

“Well, well, what do we have here?" a gruff voice asked. The human-dog looked up to see a couple men in uniforms, with “ANIMAL CONTROL" written on the ball caps they wore.

“Dog without tags, it looks like. That's no good," the second animal control officer said.

“Well, off to the shelter for you, I guess. I'm sure we'll find you a home. Eventually." The first animal control officer started walking over to a nearby van.

“Yeah… kinda a weird looking dog," the second guy said, as he opened the door to the van in the back. “Big and gangly. Must have some greyhound in him."

“Nah, I was thinking more German Shepherd. Maybe some pug crossed in; look at that short muzzle!"

The two animal control officers continued to comment and debate about what he was exactly as they loaded him up in the van.

The human sat up, resting his hands on the barred window, and looked out at the giant golden retriever, grinning as his worshippers crawled all over his titanic body, admiring every curve and rock hard muscle, as if carved by a Greek sculptor of an ancient god.

The god - dog - looked over to the van, and gave a smirk and a wink, before the vehicle lurched and began to pull away.

The human felt a tingle run through his body, and he looked at his hand… paw. He looked over to see his pink skin having been totally replaced by a coat of black, grey and brown fur. Two floppy ears dropped over his face and muzzle, which he shook to get out of his sight. A glance behind, and he saw that his knees had shifted, and he was now standing on two digitigrade legs. A short tail stuck out from just above his butt.

Well, this is it.

I'm a dog now.

A real dog.

“Woof."