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First ever attempt at anything with even semi-sexual content, read at your own risk.

I can't really say why it happened that fateful day, but it change my life in ways I can't even begin to explain. I was on my way home after having coffee with a friend of mine, so my mood was somewhat brighter than on a typical day. The sun was shining brightly, but a gentle breeze stopped it from becoming one of those relaxing-in-the-air-conditioning days.

As I drove my thoughts began to wander, but a speed bump promptly brought me back to reality. The green Ford Ranger I've had since I married my wife four years prior chose this moment to give a shuddering cough, sending plumes of black smoke from the muffler. I swore to myself loudly and guided the dying vehicle to the side of the road, barely making it before the engine coughed one final time, violently silencing itself.

After another severe bout of cursing and beating of the steering wheel I willed myself into a calmer state, steadying my breathing the best that I could. Looking around I noticed a small yard sale across from where my truck was parked. I decided a little browsing would help me calm down, so I opened the driver's side door and stepped onto the curb. I was in a neighborhood not far from my own, so it was set up in the same manner. Quaint little houses lined either side of the street, painted in varying hues of yellow. Most, if not all of the houses had small, well-tended flower gardens, and apart from the occasional bike or two lying on the lawn, it was a very clean environment.

A steady hiss of steam issued from under the hood, but I chose to ignore it, opting to cross the street instead. I ran one hand through my mousy, brown hair before jamming my hands deep into my pockets. There was an old man sleeping peacefully in a lawn chair with a wide brimmed hat pulled down over his face next to a line of tables covered in a surprisingly wide variety of items, ranging from golf clubs to books, and even an old black and white television set. I would pick up the occasional knick-knack from the table, examining it with little interest before replacing it and moving on.

It continued like this for a couple of minutes before I settle on digging through a large box of dusty books. I didn't find many titles I recognized, which was encouraging, so I picked up the box and lugged it over to the man in the chair. The box was heavy and I was already beginning to sweat so I dropped it heavily in front of him. This startled the man from his slumber, causing him to spout a few random words I didn't catch. I shrugged and attempted to get his attention.

"Excuse me, sir?" Instantly his green eyes locked onto mine, showing a distinct clarity, unusual for a man his age. He coughed lightly into his hand.

"Whaddaya got there son?" He said with a strong southern twang. I motioned towards the heavy box of books resting at my feet. "All righty then, that'll be twenty dollars." He said tersely. I pulled out my wallet and the money changed hands.

"Thank you for the books." I said as I hefted the box from the ground, "You have a nice day." But the man had already gone back to sleep, snoring softly. I chuckled and returned to my truck, heaving the box over the side of the bed. By now the steam had stopped coming from the hood, so I got in and closed the door. Please start, I prayed, that's all I ask.

I turned the key and the truck roared to life, causing me to let out a breath that I hadn't even known I was holding. Once again having regained my high spirits I put the truck into gear and drove home.

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The absence of my wife's car in the driveway wasn't really a surprise. It wasn't odd for her to work from morning well into the night. Her job as an accountant for a big law firm kept her extremely busy, much to my frustration. One benefit was that it gave me the opportunity to learn to cook. So as you may have guessed, by now I was an excellent cook.

As I approached the front door, box held firmly in my hands, my wife's poodle began its regular routine of annoying the piss out of everyone in a five mile radius. Her high pitched bark pierced the late morning calm and grated on my eardrums.

"Shut up you mangy mutt!" I bellowed, simultaneously balancing the heavy box in one arm and digging through my pockets, fishing out my house key. The barking was immediately silenced, so I opened the door and entered my home, dropping my keys in the small bowl located on the table near the door.

"Home at last." I said to no one in particular as I walked to the fridge, dropping the box next to the door. The dog wasn't far behind. Her small tail wagged slowly, making the large puffy ball of fur on the end sway gently. "Oh no you don't." I said sternly, "You have your own food, and I'm not about to let you eat mine too."

Sometimes I could have sworn that that mutt could understand me, because her tail drooped and she slowly turned and left the room. I gave the barest of chuckles at the performance and began to rummage through the contents of the refrigerator.

Ten minutes later I sat with a ham sandwich in hand and a randomly chosen book open in my lap. It had no title, only a five pointed star inside of a circle. Opening the book had been a challenge; at first the covers had stuck fast, which had confused me. At first I thought the pages may have been glued together, but it had eventually opened, expelling a large amount of dust that had slowly settled onto every surface. I would have to clean that later, but what was in the book proved to be far more interesting.

It may have been nothing but nonsense, but I could see a pattern in all of the madness. At first it seemed to be nothing but a ton of letters, shuffled randomly and strewn across the page, but the longer I looked the more it seemed to make sense, with repeated phrases here and there, a definite structure to the whole thing. I turned the page until I reached a page with a rough sketch on it. It seemed to be detailing a ritual of some sort.

I had discovered, of all things, a book of magic. I decided right then and there to try it out. I'm not sure what drove me to do it, but I did. The results were... Unexpected...

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It was an hour later and I was already well into the ritual. The setup had been surprising easy. A bit of chalk and a couple of candles had made the circle that now resided on the concrete slab that was my patio. Being in the back yard, I had the relative privacy of the high fence that kept my activities away from the prying eyes of curious neighbors.

I held the book in hand as the candles' flames danced in the early afternoon breeze. I was chanting in a low voice, repeating the words from inside the books pages. I reached the end of the chant and I felt a chill run up my spine as the candles immediately extinguished.

I waited for what seemed like ages, but nothing happened. The hair on my body still stood on end, but I could sense no changes. Disappointed, I stepped over the lines of the circle and returned to the house to get the cleaning supplies. I knew I needed to clean up that circle before my wife returned from work. I exited the kitchen wearing rubber gloves, a scrubbing brush, and a bottle of cleaner with no label. I was walking through the living room to the back patio when something through the side window caught my eye.

Now, my neighbor, Ms. Tummel, was one of those ladies that could turn any amount of heads with very little effort. She had curves in all the right places, a jaw dropping rack, and a killer ass, which she was now wiggling in time to, what I assume, was some music on her end. Before I could begin to come to my senses she turned and just happened to look my way, but instead of closing the curtains, or even looking embarrassed, she smiled. Not your everyday nice-to-meet-you smile, but a sultry smile that implied a lot more than was appropriate for a woman looking at a married man. My surprise only escalated as she began to strip, tugging at her clothes while her blue eyes remained locked onto mine. She ran her hands through her long, auburn hair, tossing it behind her back before proceeding to take off the rest of her clothes.

I would like to think of myself as a faithful husband, but the bulge in my pants actively tried to prove otherwise. She continued to undress, pulling her already skimpy shirt over her head leaving only a lacy black bra between my line of sight and those killer tits. A bright flash from the direction of the patio tore my attention away from Ms. Tummel's sexy form, much to my disappointment and relief. I coughed nervously and hurried away from the window, not daring a second glance.

I couldn't find anything to explain the flash, so I wrote it off as my guilty mind playing tricks on me. By now my arousal was under control and I felt awful for having looked as long as I had, so, to distract myself, I went to work trying to clean the circle from the concrete, but no matter what I tried, it stuck fast. Even the candles were stuck, which worried me greatly, but I didn't have long to think on it, because a piercing scream completely derailed my train of thought. The scream and yet another bright flash had originated from Ms. Tummel's house, so I quickly ran through the house, out the front door, and across to her front door. I rang the bell furiously while I sat in apprehension.

"Ms. Tummel! MS. TUMMEL, are you okay?!" I yelled loudly.

"Coming dear, wait just a moment please." Came a voice in answer. She didn't seem to be in any distress, so I waited a little more calmly for her to answer the door. Then I began to remember the spectacle I had witnessed and my nervousness came back in full force. I have to explain to her that I am a married man, and that it can never happen again, I reasoned with myself. My hoped that it would be so simple were dashed as soon as she opened the door, because, standing before me wasn't the normal Ms. Tummel.

In most aspects she seemed the same; her curves, her breasts, and of course, her rump, but the fact that she now resembled a large, naked, bipedal poodle was a huge problem. An evil grin flashed across her muzzle as she grabbed the front of my shirt in her paw and pulled me in past the door, slamming it shut and turning the deadbolt. I had landed heavily on the floor and I was doing a terrified crabwalk backwards. I might have gotten away had I not hit a wall and flopped heavily onto my butt. Ms. Tummel turned and stared maliciously down at me.

"You've been a very naughty boy Roy." She chuckled evilly, throwing her now snow white hair behind her shoulder, "I think it's about time you get punished." She advanced slowly; savoring her 'victory'. Her new tail swayed slowly back and forth, the exact same way Muffin did whenever she wanted something. At this thought I gasped loudly.

"The ritual!" I said, "Oh my God it worked.." I sat horrified as she lowered herself down onto my lap, grinding her wet slit on my growing bulge, I could feel her warm wet juices on my erection, and it only served to heighten my arousal. She took this as a good sign and pressed her breasts into my face.

"Suck them!" She said forcefully, leaving no room for objection. So I took one firm breast into my hand and began to tease her hardening nipple with my tongue. She began to moan loudly, redoubling her efforts and grinding forcefully against me. Resigned to my fate, I took her other breast in my hand and began to pinch, tweak, and gently tug on her nipple.

So here I was, playing with the tits of a large anthropomorphic canine, and it was all I could do just to stop myself from creaming my pants. Guilt was nothing as pleasure and arousal coursed through my body. Just as I was about to give in and give her exactly what she wanted a nearby clock chimed the hour, reminding me of the urgent need to rectify the situation before my wife got home. Much to the Ms. Tummel's dismay, I pushed her roughly from my lap. She made a move to stand, but I was already turning the deadbolt on the door. I flung it wide and made a beeline for my house, all too aware of my erection, as well as the wetness on front of my blue jeans.

Ms. Tummel hadn't followed, but I made sure to lock the door, just in case, before rushing to find the book. Thankfully, it was next to the sink right where I had left it. I picked it up and quickly found the page with the ritual, but no matter how hard a looked it contained nothing telling how to reverse what I had done.

I one final desperate attempt to reverse what I had done, I decided to do something that only made sense in my panicked mind. I grabbed some matched from the cupboard and rushed back to the circle with the book in hand.

After everything was set up I made a call from the phone in the kitchen. It rang four times before an answer came. "Hello?" Came Ms. Tummel's voice.

"Umm, yes, hello." I stammered stupidly, "This is Roy, you're neighbor. I'd like to apologize for what happened earlier, I was way out of line. I'd like to make it up to you." Ms. Tummel giggled happily.

"Of course hun, I'll be right over." The line went dead and I sat there marveling at how easy that had been. I hung up the phone and waited. After no more than five minutes the bell rang, so I got out of my chair and answered the door. Ms. Tummel was standing on the step wearing a trench coat and a large hat. Under any other circumstance I might have laughed, but I invited her in. She was acting surprisingly normal as I walked her through the house. She made a couple of grabs at my rump, but I gently swatted her hand (paw?) away, treating it like a game.

I led her out the back patio door and stopped her in the circle and gave her a wink. "What kind of game is this?" She asked playfully while examining the circle, "It's kind of freaky, I like that." At that she gave me a lusty look. Chuckling uncomfortably I picked up the book from the ground and began to chant; only this time I read the strange words in reverse. The effect was immediately evident as Ms. Tummel's eyes immediate rolled back into her head.

At the end of the chant another flash came from the circle, temporarily blinding me. I dropped the book and rubbed my eyes furiously, trying to regain my sight. It wasn't long before it did, but the green and purple afterimages stubbornly stayed put. I was relieved to see Ms. Tummel, back in her human form, laying peacefully in what was left of the circle. All of the candles were completely melted and the chalk lines were all but gone.

I watched as the dog, seemingly unharmed, trotted away from the circle and into the house. I would have to check on her, but Ms. Tummel was my first priority. I took her unconscious form and carried her through the house, across both of our lawns and into her house where I set her in her bed. I would have to talk this out with her later, but that could wait.

I returned home and flopped down into my chair where I pondered the events of the day. As I dozed off I decided then and there that it was for the best if I kept today's events a secret. I knew nobody would ever believe it anyway. Those were my last thoughts before I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke in a panic, I looked at the clock and seeing I had an hour before my wife got home, I calmed down. I stood up and stretched before finishing the job of cleaning the remainder of the magic circle from the concrete. I hosed off the rest of the chalk and threw the candle stubs in a trash bag. I gave the concrete one last scrub before deeming it clean.

For good measure I tidied up the house and put the now full garbage bag next to the door. That's when I noticed that the dog wasn't around. I looked for a while, but couldn't find where she had gone. I shrugged and picked up the trash bag. I was in the process of opening the door when I heard something move behind me. I turned expecting the see the dog.

"Hey there big boy, a little birdy told me you've been very naughty today."said my uninvited visitor

I froze.

In the middle of my living room stood Tim; he was a large man with a knack for weightlifting who just happened to be my neighbor. It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that he stood there almost completely naked and unmistakably canine. Black leather straps crisscrossed his muscular body, hugging especially tight to the large set of breasts he now donned on his chest. His erection stood over twelve inches long and rock hard, but to make things worse the telltale slit that was unmistakably female sat proudly under his manly package. He was holding a very mean-looking whip in his right hand and he didn't look like he was afraid to use it.

If I didn't believe in Murphy's Law then, I do now, because at that moment I heard a car pull up in the driveway.

So there I was, trapped; with an extremely large, very horny, big breasted anthropomorphic bodybuilder advancing menacingly from one side, and my unsuspecting wife returning home from a grueling day at the office on the other. Every regret I've ever had flashed before my eyes, and I knew that this was the last place I ever wanted to be.