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"I never liked that boy. I told you he wasn't the right man, but what did you say to old Mother Heatherhorb? But I love him, Mom! He's the one! He completes my soul! Psh! I saw this coming from day one!" Elizabeth could hear her mother's voice in her head, echoing still from the day her "soul mate" decided to mate souls with his secretary and consecutively all her best friends afterwards.

Even being eventually right, Heatherhorb's strong opinions had already created a permanent rift between mother and daughter. Never close with her growing up, Elizabeth always saw her as distant and aloof from her life, so when she disapproved of Elizabeth's first marriage, looking at it like one might the wreckage of a car accident, the young woman pulled away with a fierce conviction. She set herself on a steely path to greater success and happiness to stick it to her stuffy mother. Through college, she'd been a whirlwind of combined majors and movie-worthy romance. Marriage had come along with a shiny new diploma. A two story house later awarded her additional bonus points towards the perfect life, a promotion some more, and then a leadership position taking the jackpot. Each year, with the neatly typed Christmas letters sent electronically signed, "with love," to all distant relatives, Elizabeth listed out her accomplishments narrative style, throwing in eloquent blurbs about her wildly content marriage: "He met me between deal-breaking meetings with homemade brioche bread and brie! So I scurried out of the office building for a picnic in the park before heading back in to close the deal with Japan just a *little* tipsy from out champagne!"

When kids eventually came, the door cracked open for them to see their grandmother for their birthdays, when her stiffly wrapped presents in neutral pastels seemed to pop out of a backdrop of polka dots and neon from everyone else. Thus, Elizabeth only withstood the woman twice a year for her children's birthdays, but even then, they wouldn't speak.

Yet, without having a true conversation in years, when the divorce papers showed up in the mailbox after a week long "separation" the young woman had an entire debate in her head. "Who told you, hmm? It's never cool to listen to Mommy, right? Even if she's right? Silly girl!" The sting of her mother's imagined words hardened Elizabeth's pride into a protective shield, meaning their vow of silence continued, longer than the marriage that had spurred it on years before.

Now though, with antique Heatherhorb's inevitable death, Elizabeth felt the years rushing back. Her cell phone still cocked back in her hand slightly, resting on her palm quietly for the first time all morning in the busy CEO's hand. "Your mother passed away in her sleep last night. It was very peaceful. The nurse found her this morning..." Some stranger had murmured, listing off the dates and locations for a viewing, funeral, discussion about papers.

Did she feel grief for the loss of her mother? Remorse for avoiding her most of her life? Her chest felt achy, but empty, like she'd forgotten her phone and thus had no clue what to do. "Well," she muttered, standing from her chair and moving to the large glass window behind her, looking out above the cities skyscrapers jabbing into the clouds. "Guess I better look at my vacation days..."

So, she threw herself into the organization of her hectic life, until, promptly at 2:30 she hurried out of the office balancing two travel coffee mugs along with a briefcase in one hand while her other simultaneously held a purse and dug inside it for keys.

The key jingled out around her finger just in time for her to step out into the elevator, riding down to the car garage beneath the building. Clipped, quick clicks echoed through the high, concrete ceilings with every step towards the sleek cadillac sedan. Then, she was off towards the school to pick up her two children, Felicia and Justin.

******

Pulling into the front lot, Elizabeth watched as the two exited in a stream of students through the board, glass doors at the front of the school building. A long stretch of glass and shining metal made up the front of the building, spanning down the entire block with crisp letters about the front doors, "Marten Worth's Private Academy for the Inner City's Gifted."

First, she spotted Felicia, a over-the-shoulder book bag swaying beside her with a neat, denim jacket over top of her deep maroon top, matching the skirt that flared out over bare legs, covered partway up by dark blue stockings, each marked with a maroon button on the side of her knee. Her long hair hung loose, recently let down from a twisted bun and cascading down over her shoulders as she hurried towards the car.

Then, came Justin. He'd pulled a gray jacket over his own button-up, hood loose behind him and a hat up to the edge of his forehead where bangs swept out over one eye. His books were loose under one arm while a backpack slung off both shoulders. A faint pout held his lips while he headed briskly towards the car.

At once, the slid into opposite sides of the backseat. "Hey, Mom." They chorused together, dumping bags and books onto the tidy carpet of the vehicle. Two clicks harmonized from the backseat as their seatbelts buckled into place.

"So, how was school?" Elizabeth proposed, carefully pulling into traffic while she silently prepared what she'd say when they got home. What words to say to inform her children of a near stranger's death? For the car ride, however, their chatter filled the back seat enough that she was left to think. Once parked though, the moment was nearly dawning.

"Afternoon, Miss." The doorman's soft greeting chopped through her thought process, sending a bewildered glance in his direction before she smiled, soothing her face's instinctual crinkle.

"Thank you," she murmured, heading towards the elevator with a faint sigh, seeing the kids there already waiting with fingers hovering over the highest button, the penthouse. Riding up, they watched through the glass wall out as the city rose up with them until they perched in their own entryway. The silver and blue color scheme of the familiar living room soon met their eyes, with Elizabeth's hand lighting tapping both of the teenagers to lead them towards the couch.

"I have something to tell you guys." She murmured, momentarily flicking her eyes to a framed photo, beaming with smiles from a park down the street with her trio of a family cheek to cheek for a snapshot. She hated seeing those smiles falter, and now with their pair constantly getting older, especially Justin who was already selecting colleges, she felt like frowns were constantly wiggling past her careful eye.

The children clustered on the couch, both staring back at their mother intently as she took a seat across from then perched on the coffee table. "I got a call today, at work, that your grandmother has passed away. " She paused for a moment, surveying their eyes for sign of shock or grief, but both pairs remained steady and attentive. "She has been sick for a few months..." She hesitated to avoid adding, "It was bound to happen."

"So, I'm going to have to fly down there for the paperwork and the funeral, but I'll let you both decide whether you want to come and have to miss school." Again, she paused a beat, waiting for some pain to flash in their eyes but it was merely a veil of respectful sadness, after all they never knew the woman behind the presents each year.

"Sorry about your mom, mom" Felicia murmured, momentarily curling her arms around the older woman's shoulder before she pulled back. "I have to finish a lab report before piano tonight, so-"

"Yeah, same. I've got basketball in an hour and a packet of calculus." Justin interjected, leading them into their exit and leaving their mother to line up car pools and neighbor check ins while she flew down for two days to finish the business of her distant mother.

******

"Hello, I am your mother's lawyer and the handler of her estate, Mr. Raddlin. I know it's been a long day for you, and I'm sure you're anxious to get back to your children, so let's just jump in. Shall we?" He'd swept her away from the tidy reception luncheon following the burial service. With a brisk walk, he'd led her to his nearby office to lay out the details of the woman's estate after a long morning of respectful silence and crying strangers. Her mother's life had been filled with bridge partners, cocktail dates, and a plethora of people Elizabeth had never met, yet the lawyer had singled her out. Suddenly, the wealth of her mother's fortune struck her full force.

"The woman was rich." Elizabeth thought to herself with a faint, inward gasp. As her daughter, she could imagine receiving the lump sum of the woman's million! At least some for certain! "This could be great!" While they never hurt for money, Elizabeth constantly saved for their yearly trips and shelled out the rent for their penthouse or monthly payments towards their education and its many additional field trips and activities. Piano lessons, basketball tournaments, and band trips to Europe sucked up their extra funds. With millions she could open her own business branch, hire instead of being hired. She could be the top dog of the entire pound, not just her floor.

"Your mother's last will is here, finished just a month before her death once her illness grew increasingly serious. She revised it before she got too sick, so she knew her mind was clear. Her final fortune came to over ten million dollars, including her estate and the property in it." His head bent over the paper, reading in a steady voice. "In the instance of my death, may my entire fortune and the state included, excluding for a few specifics detailed in section B, pass onto a sole benefactor."

"This is it!" The woman thought, listening with an intense, burning expression.

"That inheritor will be my eldest grandchild, Justin. Up till the inheritor reaches the age of 23 the legal guardian will control the sum..."

The lawyer continued to prattle on further, reading through the details while Elizabeth's mind faded out to think on its own. "The fortune goes to Justin instead of her own daughter?!"

******

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth. My sympathy for your loss." Elizabeth squinted at the crunch of the voice in her ear, the smooth yet crinkly voice oozing with extra polite sympathy. A lawyer. "This death in your family has struck a realization in Mr. Handson's mindset that at a time like this a son could really use a father in his life and that family, above all, is most important. We'd like to re-examine the custody agreement to go back to the original marriage documentation that read daughters, in the case of divorce, would stay with their mothers while sons would go with their fathers."

"Now wait, we both know this isn't about family or being a father. Jason heard about the inheritance and wants control! Both Justin and his younger sister, Felicia have lived with me in perfect harmony for years!"

"Well, at this point in time, Jason would like to reinstate his visitation rights. He'll be coming by the complex to pick Justin up for a visit this weekend, starting with a Friday pick-up at six and continuing to the same time Sunday night. Again, I'm most sorry for your loss."

Then, the line clicked dead. Elizabeth, gripping the phone so tight her fingers blanched, slammed her opposite hand against the desk. "That bastard! I will not have him stealing my son for his money!"

******

"Hey, buddy! Long time no see! You look rad!" Jason Handson beamed while watching his young son stride up to the car with an overeager zest in his voice. The teenager tugged his overnight bag higher onto his shoulder, eyeing the absentee man with a curious expression. Despite being a dad, the man wore relaxed, torn jeans in a dark, worn denim. His belt hung low, showing off the V-shaped dip of his torso while a tight shirt acted as the backdrop to glinting, metallic jewelry.

"Listen! I heard you hit the jackpot! How's it feel to be a millionaire!" The man slapped a hand against Justin's shoulder, good-naturedly leading him into the car.

"Pretty good. Mom says this'll make college easy. I can put some into a savings account to build enough interest to retire young, go to Harvard or Stanford- I haven't decided which I like best- plus I'll be able to focus on internships and career building through college instead of working jobs. Plus, I'm allowed three hundred dollars spending money a month on top of my expenses for activities, dining out, all that jazz. It'll make trips a bit more fun." The boy shrugged, rattling off all the benefits with the same tone his mother had used explaining it, an excited but logical cantor.

"That doesn't sound like much fun! Spending restrictions? It's your money!" Jason started the car with a smooth, even purr of the engine before glancing over at his son. He lowered his voice before he spoke, gaining a soft concerned tone. "Is your mom usually pretty controlling, or is it just the money freaking her out?" Then he waved a hand, brushing the comment aside. "Sorry, that was out of line. Let's just go to dinner. You hungry? Where do you want to eat?"

Justin shrugged. "I don't know. What are you in the mood for?"

Jason grinned, glancing over at the teen. "There's a new burger dive just out of town, how about some greasy food? That's befitting of a Friday right?" He agreed, and the two rode in relative silence while Jason's words jumbled inside Justin's head. Before, it'd never struck him that his mother would be any different. The idea of his mother being strict had come to mind before, but he chose what he wanted to do. He had spending money in his pocket on the weekends, he was surrounded by fun, but appropriate influences all the time, yet suddenly the controlling word had labeled her.

While settling into a booth in the smoky dive, Justin quickly asked why his father had asked his question earlier, and the way his eyes probed up to watches James's response, the older man knew he had snagged his metaphorical fish- now he had to reel him in.

"Well, it just seems like she makes a lot of decisions for you two- for your own good I'm sure. You moved into a penthouse when you were still ten. I always thought you might have enjoyed a yard." He shrugged, like it was a casual discussion and wasn't tearing through Justin's mind like a fresh homicide tormenting a detective.

Was she controlling? Sure, she'd picked where they lived, but it was close to her job, and her job paid for their school. But, who had picked the school!? "I know it may seem tough at first, but this academy has the best academic ratings in the city. It's really for your own good. You'll settle in." Her voice faintly rang in his mind. For his own good, his father had just said that!

"I guess. I see where you're coming from. She's a little controlling..." Suddenly, guilt nagged at the boy for insulting his mother to the man who'd cheated on her! "But, I'm sure that comes from being a CEO, it's her job to boss people around."

Jason nodded solemnly, "You're right. It's hard not to be bossy when you're a boss."

Justin swallowed, "Did I just call her bossy?" He asked himself, chewing at his lip with discomfort which Jason noted and shifting tactics.

"I'm not saying anything bad about your mom. I just think that you're responsible enough to enjoy your freedom. You know how to manage your own cash and pick your school, have input on your house..." He shrugged, accepting the delivery of their basket dinners before he continued. "I know that if I could get the custody switched, I'd let you run your own fortune, no need for this guardian controlled account long as you leave some to pay back all these lawyers, right?" He laughed, making the line suddenly a joke, but Justin noticed the seriousness in the veiled offer; if he made a plea to shift custody to his father, he'd have freedom, no forced education and spending cash- as long as he leaves some for his father.

While he started to eat, the thought hung in his mind like a cloud.

******

"I don't care about the money! I'm a CEO for pete's sake! I have enough money as it is! I'm rich!" A long puff of air shot out of her lips. "I just don't want that man stealing my son for the money attached to him! That boy is set up for a successful life which I helped build! He doesn't need that man coming in and taking that away. Taking him from me..." The thought knocked the fire out of her and she calmed, slumping into the chair the lawyer set behind her before he nodded.

She'd hired him that night after another call from Jason's attorney, the best name in the market. The highest bill as well, but if it meant saving her son, she'd pay any price. With a long sigh, Elizabeth continued. "I know the spouse section of the marriage contract denies me Justin..." Her energy suddenly spiked with a hand waving, "I get daughters! I get pets! But my sons, they get stolen... If only he was a dog." Then, she silenced except for the soft snuffling of her leaking eyes and running nose.

The lawyer stared at her, seeing the pain whirling in the woman's tortured mind at the concern for her son. She obviously saw no hope, yet was willing to chase any lead. The perfect candidate for his secret. His throat cleared with a soft cough. "There might be a way." He paused, seeing the way her shining eyes locked onto him, aching with kindness. "Yes, here." He began to scribble out the address of a person in Chinatown. "He might be able to help you. Show him my card here." The cardstock slid across the table, appearing not like a simple address, but like a shining beam of hope.

Elizabeth paused, staring down at the card before she snatched it up and tucked it into the pocket of her tailored suit. She chewed at her lip, patted her eye, and then sniffled once more. "Thank you," she said, voice losing the waver from before as she rose out of her seat and straightened her skirt. With soft, steady clicks she headed out of the office and down the hall, heading to the scrawled address with an eager fluttering in her chest.

The address eventually led her to a short, squat building shoved between two larger competitors on either side who squeezed the oversized closet on either side like a belly pushing a kid to a locker till he seemed invisible between the beefy kid and the gray locker door. The door, painted a bright red, popped against the backdrop of aging, spraypainted brick. Briefly checking her locks, Elizabeth exited the car and walked towards the small shack, setting of a chiming bell on the door when she pushed it open and stepped inside. The musky smell of incense hit her nose, with strains of cinnamon battling with jasmine between her nostrils.

"Hello! What can I get you, miss? Incense? Candles? Hooka? Tea?"

She cut him off with a soft cough, "Actually, I was told to come here by my-" She hesitated, exchanging lawyer for a different option. "By a friend of mine." She made it to the counter, seeing a balding Chinese man peering up at her from behind it. Sliding the card across the glass, she nodded down to it. The man's gaze stayed on her, nodding and bobbing awaiting her request.

"You see, my son just inherited a large sum of money that is to be controlled by his guardian until he reaches a certain age, and so my ex-husband suddenly wants custody!" A harsh bark, of laughter escaped before she continued. "The papers say he gets boys and I get girls in the case of divorce, but he hasn't wanted Justin until now, when the boy comes with millions of dollars. "If Justin fit under a different category..." She trailed off, expecting some immediate response, when none came, she continued.

"I was led to believe you could do something to change Justin so he would fit under a different clause, to find a loophole."

"Oh, no. I can't help you with anything like that. I just sell do dads. Tea perhaps? I have some great for headaches and stress?"

Elizabeth jabbed a finger down against the card. "Now listen. I was sent her-" The man suddenly saw the card, with the name neatly printed across the creamy finish.

"I can help you" he stated, giving a sharp nod and glancing to the windows of the store.

"Oh good!"

"Do you get pets in the case of a divorce?" The man asked, voice clipped now and focused.

Elizabeth nodded, eyes now peering at the shorter man. Does he have something that can help? I never thought this would really help!?

"Yes, yes..." The man's voice lowered, muttering softly to himself as he scrunched down beneath the counter where boxes littered the extra space. He sifted through various shawls and tins until he pulled out a plain box, tied shut with a piece of tangled twine. He pushed it across the counter before opening the lid to show a simple dog collar with a single ring dangling from the leather.

"This will change the wearer into a dog temporarily, but must be removed within three days or else the change is permanent. This would help with your lawsuit, no?"

The woman just stared, almost not believing that the collar really had such a power, but based on the short man's furtive glances and fidgeting feet, he appeared to believe in it himself and the necessity for secrecy on its subject. With the collar, she'd be able to keep Justin, and his fortune, safe and protected from his thieving, cheating bastard of a father.

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand dollars."

"What?" Elizabeth stared at the man, lip drooping slightly at the price tag attached to the little collar. "You can't be serious, it's a dog collar."

"And your only hope, ma'am. I thought you said your son was going to earn millions of dollars through the inheritance, surely..." He trailed off as she tugged out a slip of paper and jotted down her information. "It shouldn't be an issue to pay you after the trial for custody goes smoothly."

And it would be just in time for that such case, Elizabeth anticipated as she left with the box tucked under one arm, finally feeling like she could come out on top.

******

"I don't understand what you have against dad! He made a mistake! At least he isn't trying to control my whole life! It's my money! I should get to choose how I use it!" Justin hunched over the table, ignoring his quickly cooling brussel sprouts to focus on his mother opposite from him. "He said he would use a portion to pay off all the lawyers you're sticking against him, then its mine!"

"Justin," Elizabeth struggled not to sigh with sadness when faced with the evidence of her ex-husband's manipulation, the corruption of their baby boy who looked across the table with sharp, judgemental eyes. "Don't you see how he is using you? He wants to take the money, and if he is your guardian, he can do that. He could spend all of it before you even turn old enough to have control."

"But he's going to give control to me!"

"No! That's just what he is saying! Legally, he will still have every right to that money!"

"Are you calling Dad a liar?" Justin's eyes flared with a surprised burst of inspiration to fuel his anger. "I just want to live with him, why won't you just let it go?"

"Because I am your mother! Because I love you, Justin!" The food rattled on its plates, brussel sprouts huddling together for protection from the voices booming through the dining room of the open apartment. In her own seat, Felicia just watched the two going back and forth, staring with a shocked attentiveness.

"Have you thought about the fact that your father abandoned you? He has visitation rights? When is the last time he took you out to dinner before you grandmother died? Have you considered that he didn't want you before you were attached to a bag of cash!?" The words exploded out of Elizabeth, filling the room and making Justin's response falter. His face plummeted, and a sudden silence crashed over the room.

Justin looked down to his plate, rolling the green leafy balls out of the way of chilling potatoes, cut into uneven ovals glistening with melted butter. Even so, he had no appetite. His mother's words rung in his mind and summoned back the empty, lost feeling that'd started as a middle schooler when his father had gone from a presence in the house to a ghost, merely mentioned in conversation but never seen.

On Elizabeth's end, she didn't even feign eating. She just sat there, staring into open space. I can't believe I said that to my son. My job is to protect him. To love him. Here I'm reminding him that his father didn't do that job. Her eyes were wide, but they didn't see anything except her own mind reflecting back the wounded expression on Justin's face, the realization about what she'd said, the harsh reminder of his past.

Breaking through the stony silence, Felicia scoffed. "You know, I think it's bullshit that only the oldest receives the ENTIRE inheritance! And I get nothing? It's not fair!" She paused a beat, looking wounded and when no one spoke up, continued, "Everyone else, all my friends, were able to buy the latest Prada suede booties, which fit uniform regulations! And, they got the matching purses, but I have to wait for pocket money!"

Somehow, during her rant, Elizabeth had set dessert silently in front of the girl and quieted her, letting her mother's thought focus once again.

I have to do what is necessary to protect my son from that man. I can't let hm be taken and used for his inheritance. This is it. Her fingers slipped into her pockets to hide the nervous fidgeting as she turned to the counter, where her purse with the purchased collar sat. Slowly, she eased the box open to reveal the simple, smooth leather. Her fingers lightly touched to the latch, where a metal ring would sit against the center of the throat, then she hefted it up and moved behind her son. Poised with a scoop of ice cream, the boy didn't notice his mother hovered behind him, swooping the collar around his neck. As the latch clicked, she started to speak again.

"Now, I am your mother, Justin. As your mother, my job is to protect you from the world and to teach you how to handle it." The boy started to fidget, rolling his eyes and pulling away from the table as if to stand. Halfway up, Elizabeth suddenly shouted. "Sit down!"

Immediately, the boy dropped back to his chair, eyes popping open wide. "What the hell?" He thought, though the words slipped out of his mouth aloud. "What is going on?"

"You wouldn't listen to me, Justin, so I had to do something. You have to listen and learn about your father, and I know it hurts to hear, but it's necessary. You're father cheated on me."

"Oh come on, that was your deal! That has nothing-"

"Shut your mouth!" The command burst out of Elizabeth's mouth and Justin felt his jaw clack shut. "Now, as I was saying, you father cheated on me. He cheated me out of my stable life by doing that. Now, he's trying to cheat you. He isn't a loyal man. He is self-serving, selfish, and greedy. He wanted those women and now, Justin, he wants your money." Without him interrupting, Elizabeth felt herself calming down, plus whenever she said the boy's name he perked to attention again, guaranteeing his focus.

"Now, in this court case tomorrow, you father was going to use the marriage agreement to claim you as sons go to their father and daughters to their mother. However, there is one loophole that I intend to use." She paused, jerking a hand, "Up, Justin."

Instantly, Justin stood back up from his chair, watching her while his head spun. What was going on? How was she controlling him? Across the table, his sister's thoughts mirrored his own though with a greedy tinge to it, how could she take that control?

Once he was standing, Elizabeth moved closer, grabbing the hem of his shirt. The sudden touch sent a shock of confusion through the teen, but when the shirt started to lift, he stepped back.

"Stay!" Elizabeth demand, trapping him in place. Then, with an annoyed shake of her head, she stripped his shirt off from his chest, exposing the flat expanse of his lean body. From across the table, his sister's eyes grazed down his body taking in the slight chiseling from his time in the weight room during gym, just enough to highlight the tapering shape of his hips down to where his pants sat.

"This loophole will allow you to stay with me, protected and safe." Then, her hands undid the button to his pants, jerking them down with seemingly no reasoning. They pooled at his ankles, showing now his legs and the shape of his groin beneath tight fitting briefs, which soon followed his pants.

"Sit down, lift your legs." The woman muttered, focused on undressing him before the transformation took place, but for Justin the process was pure humiliation. Here he was, suddenly muted and in no control of his body while his mother undressed him piece by piece. He felt the faint chill of the air seeping in from the cracked window above the sink, reminding him of the bareness of his exposed skin from his neck to his waist with nothing. With her command, his butt hit the chair before he could even react. Then his legs jerked up, raising them above the table level where his sister could see as their mother grabbed onto his underwear and jerked them off the length of his body.

The motion exposed his groin, letting his cock flop against his lap, bare in front of both his sister and his mother's eyes, and while Elizabeth focused on her speech, Felicia's eyes scoured his body with a mixture of shock and amusement.

What is she doing? Why is she doing this? Loophole? Is she gonna like cut my dick off so I'm a daughter? Does it work like that? Justin was shuddering, cheeks a deep red as he felt his sister's eyes waving over his naked body, legs still hovering in the air so his butt was exposed beneath.

Seeing him, sitting so but with his eyes flicking back and forth, Elizabeth felt a sudden shock of fear. "Was it working?" If it wasn't, and Justin was still in control, he'd be able to run off, claim she molested him or something! That'd do the opposite effect! She had to ensure she was in utter command.

"Up!" She yelped, remembering a college job as a dog trainer. "If he's going to be a dog, I'll just test him with tricks!" Logically, it made perfect sense.

Justin bounced to his feet, making his flaccid cock flop against his leg with a lewd slapping noise. His cheeks flared a brighter red as he stood, arms at his side, exposed before his mother before she flicked a hand towards him. "Speak!"

"Mom what are you doing?!" The thought suddenly exploded from his mouth with her command. "Mo-"

"Hush!" Then, as quickly as he'd spoken, his voice dropped away again. "What the hell! What the hell? How is this even happening!?" he thought to himself, shuddering slightly.

"Now spin!" she commanded, watching as he started to twirl, giving a show of his entire body from the front where his flaccid cock lay against his front and to his back where his butt tensed and tensed nervously. From her seat still, looking out over their now cold dinners and barely touched desserts, Felicia stared at her brother's body on display. A sibling sort of curiosity making her stare at the length of his shaft, trying to guess its length or find its imperfections. He could feel her eyes, making him flush even darker, the red seeping down onto his neck while Elizabeth bobbed her head in a satisfied nod.

"Down!" And he dropped to the floor like a dropped sack of potatoes. On his stomach, he stared up at her expectantly, finding himself unable to tear his gaze away. "What is happening? Why is she e-exposing me like this! Why is Felicia so amused!?" His cock grazed the cold floor just as Elizabeth added "Roll Over!" And his body turned onto its back, letting his wilting from the cold cock sudden wilt in full view.

Discomfort rolled in his stomach, a shamed embarrassment flashing through him as two pairs of eyes stared down at him, laid out naked on the floor. Yet, it didn't stop with merely exposing him.

"Bang! Play dead!" Justin's arms flopped up in the air, playing dead while his body went limp. Felicia muffled a giggle and even Elizabeth cracked a slight smile. "You seem to be responding appropriately" she said softly, thoughtfully mumbling.

"One more for certain." She decided with a bob, sending a bolt of uncertainty down into the boy's stomach where it bloomed into writhing snakes of embarrassment, coiling up while his skin ached with his flaring blush. "Justin, Beg!"

He popped up onto his knees, cock bouncing comically before his hands curled beneath his chin mimicking a dog with paws pulled up. Then, his head tipped lightly to the side, staring at her.

"Good, now it's time. Lay on your back." As he did, the transformation finally began. White and gray fur washed over him, growing with rapid prickling sensations over his flesh. Itching and squirming against the tile beneath him, Justin felt his bones shifting, shrinking down and jointing at new places. His body rapidly reformed while fur blanketed his entire body in the thick, white fluff.

"In order to have you fall under the pet clause, you will become and remain a dog until the lawsuit is finished!"

"What the hell is she talking about? A dog? People can't just become dogs?! Is she high?! What is going on?" Justin couldn't believe his ears, his mother seemed to have lost it. He just stared at her for a second, but then something pushed his eyes down.

As she spoke, his feet became paws, claws stretched out from his fingernails and ears popped out from his head, folding over cutely. At the base of each of the triangular appendages, the skin itched and burned as they grew up from their roots and then popped atop his head. Suddenly, a flood of noise hit his head. He could hear his mother breathing faintly, the neighbor's music next door, the neighbor below them splashing in a bath, and faintly someone swearing and banging keyboard keys. "What is going on? Is this a dream? I must have nodded off during dinner. There's no way." The image of his feet morphing into paws hung in his mind, repeating over and over with the fingernails thickening and forming into the slender curve of canine claws.

His eyes seemed to glitch, color breaking and fading out until the kitchen swam in black and white. Moments later, the entire room seemed to get taller, the fridge towered over him to his left and the table to the opposite side. Looking up, his mother hovered high above him, with her knees just reaching his face. "What is going on? Everything is so big!" But a sudden ache in his legs set on the realization: "Everything isn't bigger! I'm shorter! I'm shrinking!" Elizabeth looked like a horror movie monster, towering above him with the power of transformation beneath her fingertips and Felicia off to the side too looked giant in comparison to him.

His nose twitched, rounding into a snout at the ended of a furred muzzle and then popping with an explosion of scents from the butter cooled on their plates to the garbage under the sink and to his sister's shampoo still clinging to her hair from the morning when she'd showered. With his eyes crossed, he watched as his normal, pink nose darked and stretched out onto the end of his forming muzzle. The lump of coal twitched with the new flood of smells, complicating his mind with an explosion of sounds and scent. His forehead pulsed, building with a headache, throbbing dully. "Oh God. Ohgod ohgod oh, my, GOD! What the hell?"

At the same time, the burning itch that had marked the growth of new ears had settled into his crotch. Shifting his gaze down the length of his naked body, where fur was rippling down his stomach like a wave crashing down on shore, Justin watched as his cock began to change. The skin seemed to peel away, leaving the bright red, vein-y underlayer while it thickened, growing before his eyes. The tip thinned, tapering off to a little point like the top of a tube of lipstick before the base thickened, making a fat bulge. Then, fur stretched up and encompassed the length in a little, furred sheath. Though, the itching, burning sensation didn't stop there! Next, his balls were swelling and churning with more cum inside, changing each DNA message to prepare for puppies, not babies. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. " Justin chanted to himself, unable to comprehend the sight of his cock, something more familiar to him than his own hand, began something entirely different.

Genitals changed. The force of the transformation moved him back, itching and aching in his spine while it began to expand. A jolt of sharp pain shot down his back while the bones pierced out through his skin and extended while fur rapidly grew around it in a tornado of growth before the curled, fluffy husky tail twitched behind his butt.

With fear and anxiety building, Justin tried to bring a hand to his chest- a nervous tic of rubbing at his neck- but he found his arm wouldn't bend that way and claws had taken place of his fingernails. Paws had replaced palms. "No, no, no, no..." He thought, head swimming, pieces of his transformation flashing in front of his eyes again at rapid speed, forcing him to see every change again: his feet disappearing to paws, claws stealing his fingernails as he shrunk down till the two women in his life towered above like Godzilla on the town of Tokyo, then his cock changed into something more animalistic, a cock made for bitches in heat with a pulsing red of its own and a bulbous knot... None of it seemed possible, yet here it was in front of him.

At his mother's announcement, when his mind had finally digested it enough to understand her words, he stiffened. "What!?" But the explosion came out only as a harsh bark, tinged with anger. Quickly, before he realized what was happening, Elizabeth's hand slapped his muzzle. "Behave!" She snapped, and Justin squatted down against the floor. The cold tile slid beneath his new feet, making him slide and scuttle while the cool chill of the hard surface ran up his spine. "I won't have you being a pest during this."

Across the table, Felicia's mouth dropped open. The bottom half of her jaw went limp and just hung stupidly at the sight before her. Her mind rolled it over, trying to comprehend how her mother had taken control of her brother, nonetheless change him into a dog! The sound of his claws scraping on the tile echoed in her mind, while she saw him squatted down on the floor, obediently standing at Elizabeth's feet. "How could this be possible?" She thought, but then a broad smile curled across her lips. "What does it matter how, this is the best thing ever!"

"Now, you obviously have too much energy. I'll take you for a walk. The fresh air might help you relax," Elizabeth stated, looking down to her son-turned-dog with a slightly tired expression as she headed towards the entry way to look for a tether, though the sudden squeal of her phone stole her attention.

"Hello? Elizabeth speaking/ Oh, okay. I'll be right there."

The phone clicked off and her eyes met Felicia's. "Will you take him? I have to go into the office. A major account is experiencing issues and are demanding a meeting, I have to be there when they arrive."

"Oh! Of course, Momma! Go, save the day!" She flashed a broad smile, a childish excitement flooding her intermixed with a rebellious, devious tinge. Since she was a girl, she'd dreamed of having a dog, a constant silent listener, a companion, the perfect accessory! Yet, her father was allergic so they never could, but now! Now was a different story. The dog being Justin just made it all the better.

A slow smile spread over her lips, showing her bright, whitened teeth while a finger lightly traced along her chin, nails glittering with a glossy, smooth manicure. Her eyes glinted, eying her forcefully docile brother, now just a fluffy, groomed dog with the collar settled around his neck amongst the thick, lush fur. "Yes, this is perfect" she murmured.

Grabbing the leash, Felicia's boots clicked lightly on the floor as she patted a thigh. "Come!" Justin, obediently, popped onto his feet and trotted up to her though both eyes were wide as he did so- a mirror of his inner turmoil.

"What is happening? Mom turns me into a dog and now Felicia's looking at my like a new purse! She can't walk me! Walk me?! I'm not a real dog! This is insanity!" His tail tucked against his back thighs, trying to show his discomfort while Felicia rubbed her fingers into his fur. He felt his nails dragging into his thick scruff, digging down into the fluff and shaking the rolls around his neck. "You are just so cute! Oh yes you arrre! Awww! You're so sofft! You're just a big ole marshmallow!" Her voice oozed with a sickly sweet tone, pricking his ears with a red blush while Justin felt the urge to puddle on the floor and disappear. With the click of the leash onto his collar, they headed down the elevator and to the main lobby- with Felicia's mocking baby voice echoing in his head the entire way down.

When the doors of the elevator opened, the lobby laid out before them, in black and white, for Justin. Then, he spotted a familiar crowd of girls, loud and obnoxious constantly and obsessed with spending money: Felicia's girlfriends. In particular, one girl, Amelie led the pack and was Felicia's "BFF!"

Exiting the elevator, a sudden cloud of Chanel 5 and glitter exploded around them, the mixture of fruity perfumes with the flowery and the classic musk clogged the dog's hypersensitive nose along with the sting of hairspray and the odd, earthy tones of layered lipstick beneath sticky gloss as the girls collided into them in greeting. Heels clattered around him, barely missing tail and paws as they swarmed around Felicia in french air kisses and one armed hugs, holding their purses to the side. All the chaos swarmed around him, but utterly ignored the dog, until...

"Who is this little hunk of fluff!?" Someone suddenly directed the entire storm down onto Justin himself. More manicured nails dove into his fur, rubbing and groping along the length of his body. Someone better his ears, rubbing their palms to the soft fur while her crotch hovered inches from his powerful nose, making the stench of perfume fade instead with the rich aroma of a female. At the same time, someone flicked his tail playfully and rubbed along his hips, making him scuttle on the floor. "Oh my gosh, you're so CUTE! Lookit those wittle ears! And this tail! IT'S SO FLUFFY!"

Amelie had crouched in front of him, her plump painted lip fake-kissing his nose while she rubbed her fingers into the fluff of his neck. "Oh my gosh, you really are just SO adorable!" In her squat, the smells the girls brought as a group were suddenly closer. He could smell her shampoo in her hair, something flowery and sweet; her perfume on top of her skin, tucked behind her ears, on the wrists that grazed against the side of his face, and buried in the cleavage that sat right beneath his chin, a citrusy smell intermixed in a fresh, linen type scent; and the earthy, pungent smell of a natural female. He could taste of all the smells in his mouth they were so strong in front of him. While she rubbed his neck, her breasts hit his muzzle, practically squishing him into her tits. "Oh god, preteen boobs." Justin thought, with disdain, yet with her smell in his nose he couldn't stop arousal from rushing through her body.

With her hands worked down his body, petting and ruffling through his fur, her boobs were bouncing and jostling in front of him, only adding to his mounting arousal. A soft tanned mound pushed right beneath his chin, close enough that he could lick between them. "Damn-" Justin shook his head, pulling it from her chest.

"You know, I have a husky too, Felly! She's a black and white one! They'd be such an adorable couple! Can you imagine how cute they'd be together? Black and white? That's like! The movies! We should have a doggy date!" She suddenly launched herself into a hug around Justin's neck, wobbling her body enough that her smell seemed to waft off from her even more. His nose twitched and crunched. He felt his cock sinking out from the sheath, the tip twitching in the open air and dripping with precum. "He is such a pretty, wonderfully looking hunk! I bet my little Princess would love him! What cute puppies they would have together! Some all white and some mixed!"

Justin swallowed, trying to push her smell from his mind but he couldn't think about anything else. His mind seemed to be chanting her female-ness, parading her smell through his entire brain. His cock was pushing out further now, bright red against the white of his tummy.

Spotting his arousal, jutting out from his sheath in ruby red, Amelie giggled. "Lookit! He likes that idea!" She said with a laugh, standing up and brushing off her knees. Standing, her crotch hovered right in front of his nose. Justin's head was spinning, swimming in arousal at this point. His cock throbbed, pulsing with need even while the girls continued to fawn over him, adding embarrassment to the mix of arousal.

"Look his nose! It's like a little blush compact! Oh my goodness! You're such a cutie pie, oh yes you arrrre!" Justin's ears folded over, wilting with embarrassment even as his cock continued to throb and leak precum into his belly fur. He wasn't used to their flimsy, girlish compliments! His compliments were hovering looks, eyes following his biceps when he worked or flocking to his side after a basketball game... Those were compliments, this was... utterly humiliating.

"Ooh! I have something for you!" Amelie blurted, digging into her purse for a bottle of the perfume she wore. She spritzed it down the length of his body and into his neck, rubbing it with her fingers for extra effect. "A present just for the pretty boy! Now you'll smell so nice!" For Justin, the smell just clogged his senses and reminded him of the other smells the girl had worn, the thick musky scent of her pussy... ready for breeding... He gulped. "This is insane. I've got to stop smelling her!" Thankfully, she stepped away from him now that she'd bestowed her token.

Then, turning her attention to her friend, Amelie gently hooked into Felicia's arm and pulled her friend affectionately close. "Where did he come from?" Felicia was watching them, grinning with a prideful glow at finally having something for everyone else to fawn over instead of the other way around. "Are you walking him? We should all go together!"

"He just sorta showed up, mom brought him in! And of course, come with!" She beamed with delight at their attention and excitement, jerking on Justin's collar to start the walk. However, he stubbornly stayed put.

"Come!" She snapped, quickly uprooting him from his place and starting their walk, with the cold flooring biting under his unfamiliar paw pads as they exited. His tail curled up slightly, naturally exposing his tail end to the girls. A heated flare of embarrassment shot through him at the idea of letting them see his butt or the furry balls dangling beneath. So, he casually slowed his pace, shrinking away from exposing himself further with an inward sigh of relief.

Yet even this simple torture wouldn't be eased up on as Felicia caught sight of him shrinking away while his tail drooped slightly. With a devious grin, she directed him in front, allowing the girls to walk in a line behind him, showing everyone his raised tail and the puckered hole of his bum exposed to the cool wind and the multiple pairs of eyes hovering on him while they chattered, oblivious to his humiliation.

Even as his cheeks burned with a blush under his fur and his stomach churned with humiliation distress, the girls behind were chattering meaninglessly, swapping gossip and stories at rapid speed between soft smacks of their glossed lips.

"Oh my gosh! This morning I went to a flash sale at Lush! I got a bath bomb for only $24! Only! I just got so many Christmas soaps on sale-"

"You wouldn't believe what I got after Christmas! Did you know Prada had a VIP limited sale? I got a new clutch! I just have to go find a dress, shoes, and jewelry to match now!"

Elizabeth broke in, looking hopeful. "I finally got my hands on those new Prada boots! Don't you love them?" She lifted her feet out, tipping it to show the heel, and with a sudden turn, the conversation descended upon Elizabeth's plight.

"I heard when your grandmother died she gave all the money to Justin!"

At that very moment, at the sound of his name, Justin felt his attention pulled in two directions. With a jolt, he realized his dinner had settled and he had to use the bathroom, soon, but the mention of his name pulled his focus back to the girls.

"That's soooo unfair! She doesn't even know him! She should have at LEAST split it!"

Elizabeth's head was bobbing, agreeing and building on their complaints for her before she suddenly stopped beside a green patch, mostly over run by a plump hedge. Everyone paused, and Justin peeked back, confused.

Felicia widened her eyes, nodding towards the grass with an expectant look but Justin didn't move. "What's her problem? Did she drop a lipgloss?" Briefly, Justin felt a jolt of comforting amusement, letting his stress dissipate for a second before her gaze and the reason behind it sunk in. "She doesn't really expect me to... go here does she? In front of them all?" The very thought made his skin burn with the prickling itch of humiliation. His ears wilted, but he stubbornly didn't even move onto the grass. "I am not going to pee in front of my sister and her posse."

Felicia, however, wasn't amused with the disobedience. Her lips tightened into a line while her friends clustered closer, understanding pouts on their own lips. "You see, pooch." The word came out like a punch, reminding him he wasn't a human being with choices on these matter with a subtle, but swift jab. "This is the only green patch in the entire neighborhood... That means, if you don't go here, you don't get to go. Period. Unless you'd prefer to pee in the middle of a concrete sidewalk? That'd go over well!" She clapped her hands together, shaking her head before pointing at the bush. "Pee now or forever hold it in."

"Damn! She's right! I have to!" Justin shuffled awkwardly onto the grass, feeling the soft squish beneath his paws as a sudden bitterness hit his nose. It crunched, wrinkling away from the smell of, what he realized was, the marking from every other poodle, terrier, and purse dog who'd already peed there.

"You know," one of the girls continued behind him, uninterested by the peeing dog, "It's a shame, if your brother weren't there, you would get those millions to spend as you like. You could come shopping, like, every single day."

Hoping they're distracted, Justin let his leg lift as he started to pee, yet Felicia looked at him just as a sudden idea hit her- along with the sight of her brother, leg-raised with his furry sheath and his oversized dog cock on display. The tip flared a bright red, grabbing her attention with a sudden, flustered blush.

"If Justin were to stay a pet... he wouldn't be eligible for the inheritance." Felicia thought, pulling her attention from the dog. "Not just any pet! My pet! My own!" Around her, her friends had moved on to discuss the newest Jeffrey Star lipsticks, chattering like birds on a telephone wire while Felicia's mind raced back to her mother, telling Justin to sit, speak, play dead with ease and full obedience. He responded to her instantly, without any hesitation! It seemed that he couldn't even hesitate. "Would I be able to command him like mom? Have him do those tricks again, now?"

"Sorry, guys. I gotta run. I forgot to do something at home!" Then, with a tug on the leash, she dragged Justin back home just as he finished and lowered his leg. When he trailed behind, she jerked the cord again until he raced ahead- giving her a bobbing, exposed view of his furry balls all the way home.

Back in the penthouse, Felicia unclicked the leash and stood in front of Justin's nose. Her finger pointed to the ground in a forceful little jab. "Justin, sit!" She commanded and after a brief pause, his butt dropped. However, he eased back up onto his feet after a beat.

"I said sit!" she snapped, and this time, the position held. "Good, now shake!" She squatted and held out a hand. Her eyes peered over at him, watching expectantly with a gleam in her eyes, but his paw didn't lift from the floor.

"Hmm... I can't control him past simple commands." She straightened, brushing off her jeans before tapping at her chin. She strode into the kitchen, mumbling thoughtfully to herself and leaving Justin with his own thoughts.

"I think... I might be in trouble." Justin pictured the friends, all carelessly chattering but yet, someone, sealing his fate by setting a simple idea into his sister's head. His stomach churned at the thought, imagining what someone would do with a millions dollars at stake.

"Hmm... Where would mom leave a clue..." Felicia muttered and headed for the woman's purse, left draped over her chair and dug into the pockets. Her fingers wriggled into the coat until she felt the slight crimple of paper, finding it scrawled with an address. "Jackpot!"

Racing into the other room, she re-hooked Justin to the leash and they were off, heading to the address.

******

"Dinggg a-ling ling ling ling~" The bell on the top of the door announced Felicia's entrance as she stepped into the same store her mother had left just hours before. At her side, Justin trotted obediently beside her thigh.

"Hello! How may I-" The shopkeepers words died in his mouth at the sight of the husky. His white fur shown even in the dim lighting inside, a thick and lush coat covering him from head to foot in a snowy white except for the very tips of his ear and tail that were dipped in gray, like ash had been speckled into the white. His eyes, in a strikingly bright blue, were rimmed with a gray-black shading, like kohl had been applied, that made them pop even more impressively against the white backdrop. "Now this, this is my handiwork..." The man finally said, coming out from behind the counter and flopping into a seat beside the pair. His hands moved to Justin's sides, ruffling through the fur. His cold touch sent a chill down the boy's spine, sending a nervous worm into his mind to worry about what this was about.

"He turned out to be quite the breeder!" His head shook with a bit of amazement as he looked plainly beneath the dog's belly, eyeing the thick girth of his sheath between his legs and the heavy balls hanging. "The collar just transforms species, but the genetics determine the details, you see. This one was just made to be a breeding stud." He patted Justin's thigh, making the boy inside flinch with discomfort at yet another stranger touching his very naked frame. Then, his fingers glided up through his fur, digging in to test the thickness and texture of the scruff of his neck before reaching his muzzle, lifting the skin that covered his teeth to expose the white fangs. His fingertips touched to his gums, making his nose crinkle with the uncomfortable situation, fidgeting where he stood.

"A true champion here." The shopkeep summarised, nodding. "You'll be sure to get envious reactions from other dog owners." He smiled, straightening to address Felicia directly, but Justin hadn't moved on from his simple comment.

"Envious reactions? Like what? Like I was made to be a dog? To be a stud? What does that even mean?" His skin crawled, feeling embarrassed from the idea of people watching him, judging his quality and the lingering sensation of the store owner doing just that, groping through his fur and exposing his teeth- not to mention looking between his legs! "This is crazy! I'm a human! I'm not going to make anyone jealous as a dog!"

"So, what can I do for you, little lady?" The man asked, moving back to the counter.

"Well, I want to know more about this collar..." Felicia stated, slowly revealing a folded green wad of bills that she set on the counter, glancing at it once before maintaining eye contact once again.

Closing his hand over the money, the man replied, "The collar transforms its wearer into a dog until whomever put it on removes it, however, if left on for over three days the change will become permanent and the wearer will be forever a dog."

Felicia's eyes swung to Justin with a narrowed glare, "If I can convince mom to leave the collar on for just a few days... I'd be rich, AND have a husky for keeps!" She secretly wanted to fist pump, it all seemed too easy!

"Do you have something that will allow for more control? He just... doesn't listen that well." Again, a glare shot in his direction. "Probably because I'm just a little girl, not a lot of commanding potential." She chuckled, though as the shopkeeper nodded and began to shuffle through some boxes, her mind lingered on the potential she did have.

"Just think, with Justin as a dog, I could turn his room into a closet to house all the things I could buy with millions of dollars. We're talking Prada shoes, Coach bags, MAC lipstick, Chanel perfume- I'd be top notch. I would be meant for a penthouse, plus I'd have the perfect accessory." Her gaze fell on Justin, eyeing his white fur. "With that coloring, he'll match anything I wear!"

"An accessory!? I'm not a purse! She'd throw away my life just for some toy to drag around?! For money!? Who would betray someone just for money!" After a beat, Justin realized his own mess the inheritance had caused, a rift with his mother that may become irreparable if he stayed a dog and was he not planning to abandon his mother, whether she was controlling or not, just for control of his money? The tinge of guilt only added to the churning in his stomach and the uncertain, crawling prickling across his skin.

From across the counter, the shop keep showed a toothless grin, just pinky gums behind his upturned lips. " I have just the thing." He slid across a box nestling a purple necklace and a faintly violet dog tag. "If you put this tag on his collar." He pointed it out with one chewed-to-the-quick nail to the small, bone shaped tag; then to the thin chain, coated in a purple coloring with a simple stamped metal pendant with a paw print. "Then you wear the necklace, you can have more control. The girl always does in the end anyways, right?" He flashed his smile once again, waiting for her response.

A finger rubbed to her chin thoughtfully. "So, you really think he's such a champion that others will be envious?" Her eyes showed obvious excitement, a gleam at the idea of having something to parade around, her own version of a limited edition camisole or holiday exclusive bath bomb everyone else bragged about constantly! They could have their fashionable whims, she'd have a canine champion!

The question didn't faze the man, whose smile broadened. "Are you kidding? He looks wonderful! He's practically begging you to strut him around in shows!" He chuckled. "He doesn't even require a bath and he's show worthy, ready to be paraded in front crowds of hundreds, maybe even television networks, to be inspected, and to perform his tricks!"

Justin could see the mental image building of him on a leash, exposed and naked in front of crowds of people seeing him not as himself, but as a mere animal. Then, he'd be groped and grabbed again, as the shopkeeper had done to him, inspecting teeth and fur, tail and underbelly. On top of that, he'd be put through a humiliating performance, just like his mother had commanded him earlier into sitting, standing, twirling, playing dead... He started to feel his skin rush with heat.

"Not to mention, you'll get many applicants who will want to use him as a stud," He petted Justin's head now, emphasizing his point with a little nod down to the dog's crotch once again.

"How dare he!? This is crude!?" Justin snapped, biting for the man's hand. The hand jerked away, but two eyes pinned down at him. "Tsk, tsk~ You don't like that, aye? Biting me is the wrong thing to do! Let me help you become exactly that, exactly what you don't like..." He waved his hand and it glowed faintly, just a soft pulsing yellow off the skin, practically an illusion. Justin's skin began to feel warm, the skin prickling with an intense itching that worked down till his groin seemed to be the focus of the sensation. His entire crotch stirred, before he suddenly felt a weight drop. Both his balls and sack doubled in size!

"Oh. My. God! That's so cute!" Felicia exclaimed, hands touching to either side of her cheek at the sight of her dog's new equipment.

"Aye, now he will be really popular with both the bitches and their owners." His eye shut in a quick wink. "So, wanna buy the jewelry?"

Felicia hesitated and peeked at the tag attached to the box, eyes popping open wider. "It's so expensive, but if it works... well then, I'd have millions to spend..." She started to nod, "I can give you a down payment and pay the rest once I receive the inheritance. That work?"

The man agreed, giving her the necklace and tags which she immediately put on Justin's collar and then around her own neck before bidding the man good bye and heading out the door, though she had to constantly tug on the leash with the husky waddling awkwardly behind.

"I can't walk with these... These things!" Justin's entire gait felt off kilter with the heavy balls hanging between his legs, forcing his stance just enough wider to have him stumbling, stepping onto his own paws while his focus stayed on the swaying weight between his thighs.

******

"I am so glad that blew over! I thought for a minute the whole contract was going to fall through!" A laugh broke through the living room filled with relief and polite amusement as Felicia let herself in and unclipped the leash. Gathered in the seating area, she found her mother with a spattering of her colleagues, all still half dressed-up but with ties loosened and blazers stripped of for a casual, semi-professional unwinding.

"Oh, everyone! This is my new family pet!" Elizabeth announced, standing to pet the dog while Felicia fetched a drink from the kitchen, settling into an armchair while Elizabeth introduced everyone to the fluffy husky. "Isn't he just cute?"

They all oohed and awed over the dog before returning to business talk, planning for the next big meeting in the morning. While they chattered, Justin collapsed into the rug, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at laying at these people's feet, but after his day it felt like a reprieve comparatively.

"This isn't so bad. I-I think I can deal."

Or so he thought.

Gripping onto the pendant of the necklace, Felicia focused her mind on attempting her new power, testing it. Her eyes peered across at Justin, pushing her thoughts to him through the necklace with seemingly no effect, however, Justin began to feel a painful burning through his crotch, his cock aching with a fiery itch.

"What the hell?" His cock pushed against the sheath, tip poking out with a red, glistening point as his leg instinctively hiked up, exposing his crotch to the entire room and to his unfurling tongue. With the first, wet stroke of his tongue down along his furry sac, the burning eased up. Lewd, slurping noises started to fill the room alongside the hum of discussion until it overtook it, letting all eyes suddenly fall on the husky licking himself desperately, trying to soothe the hot crawling sensation over his flesh. The licking coaxed his red shaft out, inch by inch, from its furry covering until it laid against his tongue.

"Oh my!" Elizabeth gasped, covering her mouth and staring for a second with wide, horrified eyes. She fidgeted, contemplating action. "What do I do!? What do I do!? Golly, were his balls always that big?" Her cheeks flushed bright red, surprised at the thought, embarrassed by her son's display. "My, what is this strange smell?"

Yet, none of the guests seem bothered. "Eh, that's just what dogs do." Yet, Elizabeth couldn't entirely quell her shock at being assaulted with the rich musk in the air, clogging her nose while the sight of his thick, girthy red dick hung in her mind, precum oozing from the tip and the base bulging with a knot.

Justin couldn't stop his tongue either, licking faster and deeper into his groin while Felicia grinned from her place in the audience, teeth showing from behind her upturned lips, a proud and devious expression painted over her visage. Her eyes glinted with a sharp, pointed look, unwavering in her victory over him as his tongue dragged over his cock. The salty taste of his own flesh, precum soaking over its surface, filled his mouth. His musk filled his nose. Despite his ears pinned down, shyly trying to block out the people around him, he couldn't help but hear their commentary, intermixed into their continuing discussion.

"My, he's really going for it!"

"Have you gotten him fixed? He might be a bit frisky!"

"Damn! If only our contractor had that much dedication towards the new buildings!"

Justin's cheeks burned under his fur, the itch of humiliation building into an ache in his stomach. The idea of being fixed only added to the turmoil inside him, adding a dash of terror on top of the cocktail of humiliation and unexplainable, building lust. His cock drooled precum in a constant stream now, hard pulses throbbing through every inch of his dick while cum churned in his balls, building up.

From her own seat on the couch, Elizabeth felt her own mix of confusion, peeking over at the dog occasionally and watching the bobbing motion of his head out of the corner of her eye, staring at the thick girth of his red shaft and the bulge of the knot at the base...

The burning suddenly hit a peak, a jolt of pleasure shooting through Justin and he felt a second of relief. "Thank God! Her necklace is wearing off!" But then cum spurted from his tip, exploding a white spray over his own face. Cum oozed down the side of his muzzle, clinging to the little hairs while his eyes shot open wide, it hadn't been relief, but release.

"Oh!" Elizabeth gasped, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as her guests all looked at the messy dog. "You really should have him looked at! He's probably just really horny!" One woman excused, chuckling while others were shocked and amused at his expense. "Woah! That's an impressive load! Is he a purebred? You could probably do something with that!" "Way to go, man!" Their laughter echoed not just in Justin's ears, but also in Elizabeth's before she ushered them all into the kitchen instead for some wine.

As she stood, she felt a dampness in her groin, a sudden heat beneath her pantyhose that added to the blush in her cheeks. Thankfully, her embarrassment covered the sudden pink down her neck, but the arousal threw her off. "Whew! Drinks for everyone," She announced, taking out a bottle of wine, glasses, and a large glass of ice water for herself.

With drinks, the issue of her dog soon faded out of conversation and within the hour, the guests trailed out to the elevator and disappeared, leaving Elizabeth marching up to the husky, who cowered on the floor meekly trying to clean off his muzzle with his paws. With every step closer, her heels clicked on the floor.

"How could you do that to me!?" She demanded, stomping a heel down beside his head with a sharp click, reminding him just how close to the bottom he was. Inches from his face he could see the elegant curve of her heel up to her shoe, yet her face swam feet above him. Her finger swung in the air, a habitual flourish when she was not just mad, but furious. "That was humiliating for me! Those are my professional colleagues! You made a laughingstock of this house tonight! I changed you into a dog to protect you, but if you're going to actually act like a dog, well then I'm going to have to treat you like one!" Her cheeks flushed again, now with the fury spewing out of her.

A hand hooked into his collar, starting to drag him across the floor towards the sliding glass door of the balcony. "Tonight, you're sleeping out here- like a dog!" She shoved him out onto the small, fenced in balcony that looked out over the bustling streets below. The night chill already hung in the air, and as it hit Elizabeth's hot cheeks, she realized her fury was not anger alone, but with a sense of neglect- though she couldn't place whether the neglect stemmed from the disobedience of a child or the neglect of...company in the bedroom, something that had fallen to the wayside after the divorce. With a company and two children to look after, Elizabeth barely had time for the vibrator stashed in her overnight bag.

Shaking off the realization, she started to shut the door. "Tomorrow, I will have you scheduled at the vet as any dog should! We'll see what he says about tonight!" Then, the door slammed shut leaving Justin trapped on the outside while she hurried down the hall for the shower. Her cheeks still felt flushed while her entire body seemed to tingle with sensitivity, the lace edge on her bra teasing her nipple to a point with the mere rubbing as she moved and the tightness of her panties seeming to cup around her swollen mound. She swallowed, stepping into the bathroom and starting the water. "What is happening to me?" She asked the empty room before letting the water splash against her nude form, the heat adding to her desire but soothing her stress. She turned, facing the water for a moment and letting it hit her face while her hands began to work over her body, sore from the day, but finding their way to cup her breasts instinctively tweaking the pert nipples until she turned her back to the spray. Her nose crinkled with thought. "And why am I feeling so... strange?"

The question hung in the air, thick and unclear, like the steam that poured out of the cracked door.

From her seat in the living room, idly snacking on the leftover almond bowl from earlier, Felicia just leaned back, enjoying the show between the two characters as outside, above where Justin slumped into the chilled metal of the balcony, night fell.

Head resting on his paws, feeling the rush of the wind against his furred back, Justin finally felt himself slipping towards sleep despite the noise and chaos he could hear and smell all around with his amplified senses and the lingering discomfort of the entire day. It all finally faded, letting him sink into a dream with a dim room, curtains hanging over a doorway in front of him. As he stepped closer, he realized he raised a hand to move the curtains, he was human again!

Up the hall, Elizabeth had left the shower with her skin supple and warm to the touch from the shower, and she fell onto her covers. With the door locked, she'd lulled herself to sleep with the humming power of two AA batteries.

******

When her eyes finally closed for sleep, she drifted into dream land until she found herself draped over an oversized bed, a wispy canopy around her in a deep red shade that bathed the room in a carnal, sensual glow. Her body still ached with need, feeling flushed from the shower. Stretching, she found her hair wet to the touch as though she'd just collapsed onto the bed. Her eyes drifted, catching sight of herself, dressed only in a short, black silk robe cinched beneath her breasts but falling partly open to show the crease of her cleavage. The fabric rode high on her thighs, stopping just beneath her sex though she could imagine it beneath, bare and shaved with her engorged clit swollen and peeking out with a dot of pink against her pale, white skin.

Lifting her gaze, the room settled into a hazy focus, with the doorway covered in a similar curtain as the canopy, though thicker so should couldn't see behind though someone pushed it open, parting the barrier with a single hand and striding into the room.

In his dream, Justin stepped through the curtain, faintly he could smell jasmine in the air, tinged with a muskier, natural vanilla beneath. He swallowed, scanning the dimly lighted room before the figure on the bed came into half - focus. Long, bare legs led up to a skimpy robe, falling to the side to show up her entire thigh and just barely hiding the curvature of a pert ass. The hem rode up high, stopping just short of her crotch though it spilled open at her chest, giving him an ample view of soft, porcelain breasts.

Elizabeth felt a tremor go through her at the figure in front of her. A young, lean body showed in the pale lighting from the window, also covered with wafting, lightly dancing curtains. She saw the bulge in his biceps, subtle yet strong enough to hold her or to balance above her. Another shudder raced down her spine, she felt her breath hitch, and an instinct took over her.

A hand stroked down her thigh, guiding the man's eyes up to her hips as they traced back up, hooking into the robe at the same time to slide it higher, exposing more of her bare flesh. She tipped her body, facing him as she puffed her chest out, accentuating her escaping breasts while her hair, loose and slightly tangled spilled over one shoulder but left the other bare.

Justin's pulse quickened, watching the woman subtly beckoning him, putting herself on display as he stepped closer to the bed, lightly tracing his fingertip from the bottom of her foot- a touch that sent a racing shiver down her spine- then up the length of the toned leg. Her lips pouted at him, parted in invitation and hunching down, a hand cupped against her throat and eager lips pushed into hers. Both eyes closed, neither looking closer, seeing the similarity in their partner, recognizing where they'd seen that face before, so foggy in the mist of dreams and in the palpable cloud of lust of the room.

Two hands grabbed for Elizabeth's body, one cupped her throat and the side of her face, holding her in the deep kiss, their tongues tangling madly between parted lips. The other pushed against her thigh, sweeping up boldly to grab her ass with a tight, possessive hold. Her body trembled with need, excitement, and impatience. Her long fingernails raked down his back, finding it bare in under her touch. She groped over the toned shape of his chest, blindly finding her way down the v shape of his pelvis till she hit the waistline of her pants. Fingers dipped beneath the thicker line of fabric, sending chills down the young man's spine while his tongue scraped over the roof of her mouth, tasting her. His tongue flattened, long and broad in her mouth before he pulled back, moving down to her neck with soft, moist kisses and faint, teasing nibbles down the curvature of her throat.

Elizabeth heard herself moan, the sound echoing faintly in the room and filling Justin's ear, making his cock suddenly ache with need inside his pants, trapped by the fabric. He grinded slightly to the half-naked woman, crawling beside her on the bed and pressing himself to her stomach wantonly. Elizabeth's fingers shucked his pants down, releasing him into the air. Her eyes widened with her first look down, seeing a fat, bright red doggy dick with the tapered tip oozing precum. Yet, she didn't hesitate at the strange sight but instead grabbed onto him eagerly, pumping her hand down over his length and guiding the leaking pre down his length till lewd, wet noises filled the air with every pump of her velvety hand.

Justin groaned with the touch, bucking his hips into her hand while he started to knead one breast, pushing the robe aside to drag his fingers over the smooth skin. He stared at the sight of her full, heavy breasts beneath his fingers, tweaking her nipple and cupping the soft orbs. He looked down at her, staring at the smooth curve of her neck leading up to full, expectant lips- slightly parted with her heavy breathing as she jacked him off. Her hand worked over every inch, squeezing glimmering precum from the tip with every motion.

"I need to be fucked." Elizabeth breathed out, voice low and husky in her throat. Her cheek colored slightly at the lust in her voice, but Justin's eyes merely popped open wider as his body slid down the length of her own. His hands shifted to her thighs, gently stroking the robe aside to expose what lay beneath. The sight of her bare pussy struck him instantly. Her lips pulled apart slightly as her legs spread, exposing the pink of her folds and the puffy, engorged flare of her clit between them- begging for attention.

He leaned up, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her slit- where her leaking juices were pooling against the folds of her sex- up to her clit with a gentle flick against the little bead. Her mouth dropped open. Hair spilled down her back as she let her head tip against the pillows. His tongue spread out wide, covering every inch of her while he licked over her pussy like an ice cream cone, slurping up the mess of her liquid excitement. While his mouth worked over her, his fingers kneaded her thighs, sliding up to cup her ass and drag her hips up against his lips.

His tongue worked into her sex, writhing inside her, teasing the pucker of her tailhole, and lashing against her clit, but the female was starting to grow impatient. She wanted something IN her. Elizabeth's cheeks flushed a rich red, hips bucking up to his face before she writhed out from under him and rolled over. Her full, plump ass waved in the air while her chest dipped down, offering herself up to him. From behind, with her legs spread for him already, her pussy yawned open, drooling with glistening juices.

Justin stared, his cock throbbing at the sight before he leapt up against her back side. Hands groped roughly at her breasts dangling under her chest, kneading them from behind while his tip smeared precum into the mess of her own juices- adding to the mix. The tapered tip traced along her slit, coating her in the off- white, creamy precum before finding its mark and burying into her.

Both moaned simultaneously with the first moment of penetration. Elizabeth clenched tightly around him. Her body shivered, feeling her sex stretch to accommodate the growing girth of every inch before the bulge, that would expand into his knot, kissed to her lips. Justin, behind her, smacked his hips up to her butt with an echoing clap of skin while he gasped into her ear. The hot, tight hold of her sex sent shudders down his spine, and a burning impatience soared through him.

Without waiting a beat, he drew back against, dragging the tip backwards until it just barely sat inside her and he slammed forward again, re-filling the needy female while she mewled into the air with desperate, feminine cries. Her voice and scent filled the air, he could smell the sweat dotting her brow and the juices dripping down his balls from her sex and staining the sheets beneath. Her voice filled his ears with surround sound; every hitch in her breath and muttered "Oh God," he heard.

For Elizabeth, all she could smell was musk. A thick, masculine scent clogged her nose, making her skin tingle with excitement, her pussy ache with need, and her inhibitions vanish. Never in her life had she been a screamer, more of a lip-biter, but with the thick girth of his dog cock piercing into her, digging deep into her tunnel before the thickness of the growing knot hit against her lower lips, she couldn't keep quiet. Groans reverberated from her chest, gaspy squeals puffed out from her lips, and harsh, surprised obscenities leaked out of her mouth- intermixed with praise: "Oh Fuck, that's so big~ S-so fuckin' hot~ Urr! Harder!"

Pounding into her, Justin's hands started to sink down, losing interest in her breasts to just hold onto her wide, curvy hips to steady her as he pistoned forward. Fingernails prickled against her skin, starting to morph into harder, thicker claws the scraped down the smooth porcelain of her flesh. His head, before hovering above her chin, shrank down till she felt his breath on her back while a transformation occurred behind her.

Glancing back, she gasped at the sight of Justin's transformed, husky visage staring back at her with his mouth hanging open, tongue flopping out the side with delighted and focused panting. His claws dug into her sides, holding her up to his still spasming hips. His cock flew into her, slamming the knot up to her sex every time, popping the not-yet-inflated bulb in and out of her mercilessly, stretching her wide open around him.

Elizabeth expected the jolt of a dream shifting to a nightmare, the change in mood like that of a movie when the music changes, but all she noticed was the increase in the speed of every thrust, the power behind each slam forward into her. Instead of complaining, she opened her mouth and moaned.

"Uf, uf, uf" Justin huffed, limbs aching with the exertion of holding himself up against the larger creature. Spittle dripped out onto her back, glistening on top of her white, smooth skin. Red lines tracked the movement of his claws on her sides, roughly holding her beneath him as the husky pounded her.

Then, it began to get easier to sit up against her, she felt shorter. Soon, his claws hurt less as fur began to sprout beneath them, padding the tips against thick, gray-and-white fluff. Elizabeth shuddered, opening her mouth to cry out about her impending orgasm, but a howl filled the air. With a yip of surprise, the thick bulk of his knot slammed into the bitch, popping audibly. They howled together, voices intermingling in a chorus of canine song while cum flooded the female's sex, pulsing into her womb.

Then, Elizabeth's body spasmed with her own orgasm, eyes shutting as her pussy contracted madly around Justin's cock. Wave, after wave, or pleasure slammed into the two, but Justin quickly emptied and began to squirm, working his knot until it shrunk and he pulled back with a soft smacking sound of their wet skin. With the smack, both jolted awake.

******

Elizabeth sat upright in bed, her fingers going to her cheek where she felt the heat of a red hot blush burning on the skin. Then, she felt the wetness in her groin, momentarily she thought it was the thick, gooey cum that'd filled her in her dream, but then realized she'd orgasmed in her sleep.

Out on the balcony, Justin woke in the same instant, thrashing against the balcony's cool, metal floor as his eyes popped open. His chest heaved, panting while he shifted over and felt the bulk of his cock trapped beneath him between the warm fur of his stomach and the freezing base of the terrace.

Justin's mind swam, bits of the dream re-surfacing in his mind as he looked out at the black-and-white renditions of the rising sun, just stacked shades of gray amongst the tall, city buildings. "What the hell?"

In her bedroom, Elizabeth tidied her sheets, stuffing the overblanket into the hamper before she headed into the bathroom again, this time with the water at the verge of freezing. She shivered with its spray, but her skin started to cool and her flush finally faded. "I don't know what has gotten into me..." She mumbled, rubbing her temples thoughtfully, smearing soap onto the skin. The image of Justin's oversized balls, so much bigger than they had been, flashed in her mind with the memory of the dream- the room cloudy with hazy light and musk. She shook her head, splashing water onto her cheeks. "I need to get a boyfriend, it's been too long."

Checking the time, she started to dress and called the vet's clinic, setting up the earliest appointment while she leisurely dressed, putting off letting Justin in from outside. Within an hour, she heard Felicia in the bathroom and bustling through the kitchen and knew that she couldn't hide away in the quiet of her room anymore.

"Morning, mom! Sleep alright?" Felicia chirped, having already let Justin in and herded him into the kitchen. "I was just about to feed him." She explained, waving a plastic bowl inscribed with "Our Poochy" on the side. Justin sat on the floor, staring up with widening eyes.

"Wait, what? I'm not eating out of that!" He thought, a disgruntled grumble escaping his muzzle.

"What? You think you deserve something better?" Felicia asked him, using the playful, baby voice commonly used for teasing puppies. Justin felt his cheeks flickered with warmth, but his stance stood. "She's crazy if she thinks I'm going to be eating on the floor!" Yet, seeing his mother threw him off as well, remembering the bizarre dream. His eyes flickered between the two woman, distress and tension building.

"Well, this is what you get!" Felicia chuckled, ripping open a dry bag of food and pouring some of the kibble into the dish before setting it in front of the husky. He just stared at it, seeing the dry powder that flecked off from the bits of food. "Eat up!" Felicia added, a finger lightly touching her pendant and Justin's head suddenly dropped. His teeth crunched against the dry food, filling his mouth with a dried flavor of grains and, faintly, some kind of meat.

His nose crinkled with disgust, the scent of it making the entire experience worse while she stood over him, beaming with the little victory while Justin wallowed in his lack of self-control. He had no control of anything now, between the two women who both stood over him; Felicia watched him like a predator, plotting her next attack while Elizabeth eyed him with a curious, slightly aroused glint in her eye, taking stock of the balls that swung between his legs.

"Oh! Wait! I had already gotten him some food!" Elizabeth jolted with the memory, hurrying to unbag the canned food. She ripped open the top and added it with the dry and Justin gagged. The dry food oozed with a slimy gravy with uneven chunks of "meat."

"Mmm... isn't that good, poochy woochy?" Felicia crooned, sitting behind him on the counter so her foot hung inches from his backside, lightly grazing his balls occasionally. He twitched, tail trying to cover himself, but her superior attitude had already stung him and both his cheeks burned beneath the fur with a fresh blush just like yesterday.

"Hurry up though. We have to be to the clinic in fifteen minutes!" Elizabeth announced, ushering them all out and soon enough, they all sat in the little waiting room of the vet's. Justin sat on the floor between one of Felicia's knees and one of Elizabeth's. Each one idly tugged on an ear, petting the velvety appendage while he glowered unhappily. Every minute that passed only allowed him to continue imagining what the examination would be like. He picture a man like the shopkeep, but in a lab coat poking and tugging at him, weighing his ball sac or taking his temperature! Or worse, neutering him!

"They wouldn't do something that would be permanent would they? Would that be permanent? I can't lose my parts..." Inwardly, he shuddered at the thought. "This has got to be a joke, a big joke. No one would do this to their kid or their brother or whoever is ultimately behind this!" He began to imagine it a plot between both women, using him for sex and money until finally their names were called and his daydreaming became reality...

Cold tile clicked beneath his nails with every step while they followed the vet down the hall to examination room 3B. In front of them, the tall veterinarian's hips swayed slightly and her heels clicked softly on the ground with a quick, precise sounding step.

Examination room 3B housed one oversized examination table in glistening, cool metal while a thin, storage counter ran around half the room, flush to the walls. A single stool rested in the corner, pushed aside until needed. "Let's just get him up on this table here, then we'll jump right in." The vet said, name tag glinting under the bright lights: Vivian.

Elizabeth squatted, her arms encircling around the husky's waist while her knees strained, trying to lift him up to the table. Her fingers grazed along the soft fur of his underbelly, covering inches from his sheath. He felt a faint tingle of warmth and both eyes widened at the sensation. Justin, stiffening, thrashed in her arms unhappily. "Hey now! Don't do that! No!" His voice came out only in pitiful whines before Elizabeth grunted, setting him down and instead jabbing a finger to the table. "Up!"

"Very obedient," Vet Vivian commented in a soft, impressed tone before producing a clipboard from a drawer and beginning to take general identification notes, muttering as she spoke. "White husky, most certainly male, gray markings on ear tips and tail with darkening around the eyes" She glanced up at Elizabeth, "You have a very beautiful animal here~"

Justin bristled, the word animal just another reminder, another jab at his dissolving ego. Then, two hands grabbed onto his muzzle, pulling up the skin of his 'lips.' "Now I'm just going to go over his teeth for a standard dental inspection. We look for the cleanliness of the teeth," A finger held up his drooping skin section by section, peering into his slightly parted jaw to look for any yellowing or black. "Any color but white can suggest a problem like decay or just suggest the cause of bad breath, but it looks like your mutt has pearly, clean whites. Her gloved fingers poked into his mouth, feeling along his gums and prodding against his tongue- even pulling it out between her latex covered fingers so inspect the taste buds and let it roll back into his mouth. "Bleh, Gah! This is worse than the dentist!" Justin complained, though his grumpy facade just covered how embarrassing everything really was to himself.

His gums dried out within the first minute of her examination, giving him an aching discomfort while her latex gloves left a dry, powdery flavor in his mouth. He felt ridiculous, mouth stretched open wide, while Elizabeth and Felicia alike just stared in silent observation, a little smirk on his sister's face. "This is just cruel. They're trying to humiliate me." Justin thought, uselessly trying to replace his bubbling embarrassment with frustration or anger, but it didn't lessen the reddening on his skin or the faint clench in his chest of the humiliation.

"Now, we've got to take his temperature." Vivian explained, producing a long, slender thermometer and Justin instinctively opened his jaws, tongue drooping slightly out over his teeth. The reaction got a sharp bark of laughter from the stern vet. "Oh! Silly pooch! You don't want this in your mouth! This goes somewhere else!"

"Somewhere else?! Where else would it go!? Thermometer's go in mouths! Or under armpits, do dogs have armpits? Where else- No, no, no! No that's just mean! No!"

The cold tip of the rod pushed against his tailhole seconds later, sending a chill down the dog's entire spine. Inwardly, Justin was trying both to entirely block out the situation and to still digest the information he'd been given. Then, she simply pushed it forward, sending a harsh and girlish yip into the air. His ears folded down, finding Felicia's gaze was inescapable as she beamed down at him. "He's a little shy I think, being a bum virgin." She joked, giggling to herself and getting the vet to crack a smile.

"Most dogs are a bit stiff with this one, but if you actually tried to work with their prostate, he'd probably relax." Vivian explained, pausing to note down the temperature before she removed the slender glass tube and instead, her thumb pushed inside! The smooth latex rubbed against his walls, warm instead of cold while she began to rub and push against the sensitive spot. His back entrance tightened, clenching around her in complaint, but soon he felt an odd heat in her groin from the massaging touch. His ears twitched, relaxing though still laying back against his head while a single whine left his lips.

"See? They wouldn't admit it, but they like it up the butt-" The vet joked, winking playfully to the younger girl who was practically hysterical at this point, stepping forward to rub along Justin's muzzle. "You like it up the butt! You perverse pooch! I bet you've always liked it there, haven't you!?" She referenced his human life, smirking sharply before she skipped to his backside, leaving him digesting her words.

"Now I've just got some vaccinations, three necessary injections and the optional anti-worm pill." The vet waved a hand towards the tray set on the table with three prepared syringes and an oversized, faintly grainy pill set in a plastic dish. Felicia stood beside it, fitting a glove over her hand as she plucked up the pill. "This thing is huge? He eats this!?"

"No, that, goes where the thermometer went."

Felicia's eyes widened, a glimmer of delight in her eyes as the vet began to carefully find a spot for the injections, squeezing over Justin's body for the meatiest portion beneath all his fluff. Her hands groped and prodded over his entire body till she settled on his back thigh, squatting to stare at the exposed skin as she needle pricked into him.

"If you wanted, I can finish this up while you pay. Cash or check is accepted, the total is just the regular check up and vaccination fee there on your receipt." She gestured with her elbow to the slip on the counter, letting Elizabeth begin to count out the bills to pay for Justin's humiliation while one after another the needles pumped the medicine into his bloodstream.

When the last syringe was tossed back into the garbage vessel, Justin relaxed- but too early! Behind him, Felicia had taken the massive anti-worm pill and shoved it into his bum before patting him on the thigh and winking to the vet. "Just in case!"

Justin glowered, hearing his sister's amusement, her sheer delight at toying with him and belittling him. It felt more was at stake than money, another side of her emerged, someone who wanted to take more than his inheritance. She wanted to take his ego, his pride and just leave him with shreds of respect and a burning, inescapable sensation of humiliation.

"There's one more thing to consider," Vet Vivian began, making Justin whimper with worried anticipation. She shifted to stand behind him again, her heels echoing faintly on the floor before two, chilled hands heaved up his ballsack. She used both hands to hold the massive sac, cupping them together and rolling him slightly from one palm to the other. "Do you want him neutered?" She paused, then continued. "The state is subsidizing this, so it'd be free for you.

Elizabeth bit her lip thoughtfully, tapping one finger to her chin while she stared at both Justin and the vet. "Well, he does have some issues concerning his urges." She could see him from last neck, hunched on the floor and licking furiously at his own balls, his musk and cum soon filling the air thick like a cloud...

The vet's fingers tightened on his balls, massaging idly and toying with them like one might a stress ball when their fingers were bored. The gloves lightly tugged on the thin, fuzzy hairs and he felt the faint scrape of her covered fingernails rubbing over him.

"Hey! Don't touch me! Why does everyone just grab me!? God, she's groping me in front of my mother." Justin could still see his sister gloating above him while the vet massaged his heavy balls. Even while she touched him, she continued to speak as though nothing were odd about molesting the poor Justin. "These balls are really just too big for normal dog. I mean! I don't even know how he walks with these."

"I can't walk in them... It's more of a waddle" Justin muttered inwardly, remembering the walk home from the Chinatown shop with the new balls swinging between his thighs, constantly tripping him up. "That doesn't mean I want to be rid of them though!"

"Their size might actually give hims problems with aggression and rebellious behavior, as it sounds like you've already experienced. They will certainly drive him into fights with other dogs."

"On one hand," Elizabeth thought to herself as she considered the vet's words. "Getting rid of them would solve the rebellious problem, the concern that he might put on such a show again..."

Justin looked up at his mother, seeing her face crinkled with thought from her brow down to how she bit lightly onto her lip and chewed at the skin. "Why is she even thinking about this? DId she forget who I am!? I'm not a dog! I'm her son! Mom!" His voice left in a little whine, but no one seemed to hear him.

She nodded as she thought, stepping closer replacing the vet's hands with her own, working her soft, warm fingers over the heavy, full balls. She could picture her beautiful husky in a fight over dominance or imagine his voice in the mix of agitated dogs' cries the city's air filled with at night; she didn't want that for him. To remove them, to just snip the problem away, would be a simple solution. She worked her fingers a little harder with her mounting distress at the thought of fights already raging in her head. Justin fidgeted, feeling his balls trapped in her vice like grip. "Jeez! Mom!"

But, then her touch softened. Her fingers were gently stroking and caressing the soft, short furs of his bals. She followed them from where they hung off his body and down to the curvature where the weight of them hung beneath him. Now, Justin felt disgruntled for an entirely new sensation from his groin. Her touch was making him shiver, twitching. His leg shuddered slightly, a sign of his starting arousal.

"One the other hand, balls that lush... that full..." She swallowed, feeling a faint blush on her cheeks. "It'd be an insult to nature to hurt them!" Last night's dream flooded her mind, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass, the thin furs tickling her tailhole with every thrust before cum exploded inside her, rope after rope pumping into her from those churning, heavy balls until she leaked with cum, oozing out with his seed. Elizabeth felt her skin flush slightly. Her fingers still worked on him, rubbing and stroking along the sac, and in complaint Justin started to whine, urging her to stop teasing him so and his cock slipped out from its sheath, red against his white fur again announcing its presence.

"This is not your decision to make!" She snapped with his whining, smacking his bottom sharply. A single, surprised whine left her canine son before he silenced leaving her with her thoughts again, now a swirl of irritation and lust.

"Jeez! Mom's not really going to do this! She wouldn't seriously just decide something like this for me?! This is my decision! Those are mine! I'll need those when I'm human again!" He thought, but he kept quiet to avoid angering her again.

She gulped again. "Damn, I really need a boyfriend again." She caught the vet's eye, impatiently awaiting a decision. "Still, what would a dog do with a tool like that?"

Seeing her patient's hesitation in deciding, Vet Vivian grasped onto Justin's red length, starting to tickle her fingers down the flushed skin. Her touch sent shudders down Justin's spine, an inward groan blooming in his mind at the direct touch while his mother still worked his balls. Look how unsightful this is!" Vivian directed, wiggling his cock slightly with a grip around the base where the knot throbbed and pulsed under her palm. "Didn't it give you problems before?"

Elizabeth saw Justin again, hunched over himself to lick that cock in front of her entire living room full of guests. "Yes! It did!" Her fingers tightened with her answer, holding tight to the tender sac till Justin flinched. "Yeesh!" He yipped. He felt her nails graze the thin fur, hitting the skin beneath and he twitched and his tail lashed behind him trying to signal her to stop.

Vivian saw it her way in though! She slid her hand quickly along Justin's shaft, focusing on the sensitive knot with one, unwavering squeeze. Precum dribbled out of the tapered tip, splashing onto the table beneath to glimmer beneath the bright examination lights. Justin tried to control himself, but with his cock being worked over, his mind was half silenced by the warmth of arousal throbbing through, the urge for release.

The leaking cum struck a chord with the divorcee. Grief and anger hit her like a sledgehammer at the odd reminder of her former husband, her cheating husband! "All males are horny sex crazed cheaters!" She thought, seeing the cum and staring, as though hypnotized by how easily her son was being toyed with, used because of his massive cock. "Justin is a male! Sooner or later, whenever some girl tempts that piece of meat, Justin will find a girlfriend, marry, and then leave her alone for some new, prettier, sluttier model! He will! He's a male! He'll leave his poor wife alone with kids for sex! He'll do it! He's male!" The vein in her forehead throbbed, pushed to the bring. "I can't change that he's male, but I can do something!"

Elizabeth nodded a little, "Let's do it..." She muttered aloud, her inward turmoil suddenly exhausting her.

Felicia fidgeted, "But... mom?"

"Shh, honey."

Justin's mind went blank. Fear and panic wiped it out. The sensation of his mother's kneading hands or the stroking of the vet's disappeared. His arousal faded. His embarrassment became obsolete. "They wouldn't really would they! Really?" His back legs began to tense, a jump- a leap for freedom- building in them. Just as he started to launch himself forward, Elizabeth shouted."Justin! Stop! Hold still for the vet!"

His entire body froze, letting nothing run but his mind. "No, God, please, No. I know I haven't been the best to mom. I know I wanted to leave. I know I wanted to fuck that Sydney girl even though I didn't love her, but I will be a perfect person if you stop this. Make my mother realize what she's doing."

"First, I just have to prepare the area and disinfect everything." The vet slid into fresh gloves and approached the table with an oversized jar marked, "Disinfection Cream." in blocky letters. Elizabeth stepped to the side, watching as the vet coated her rubber gloves in the creamy substance and began to work it into Justin's balls. "This takes right around four minutes to properly disinfect, though with these sized balls I'll really have to work them to make sure we get every little inch!" The cold cream touched to him, starting to tingle and sting faintly as the chemical worked down to his skin. The vet's cold hands worked and massaged the substance around every inch of the heavy balls,gently hefting them up and rolling them over her balls and then letting them drop and smearing the cream down their sides. All the while, Justin was trying to find a way to escape, but with his mother's command he couldn't. He considered a way to communicate, but there was nothing. "If I bark, she'll just yell at me! I can't move! I'm stuck! There's no hope!"

He peered up to his mother with huge, sad canine eyes, pleading with her to stop this while behind him with her hands on his balls the vet was cheerfully humming. "This is why I became a vet," Vivian began with a distant smile. "I love the idea that with a few little snips-!" She feigned cutting along his balls; Justin flinched, who wouldn't.

"I've been taken to the most sadistic vet in the entire area. How can you escape from that?!" Justin thought to himself, grimacing with everything she said. Looking up, he could see the excitement in her eyes at the upcoming procedure, it made her even scarier.

"We can be the difference between a rough and brutal mating, unwanted puppies, sadness and cruelty in the world! I love that we have so much power over a male canine, who sees himself as the ultimate power. An alpha dog is very full of himself, but this knocks him down a few!" She giggled, patting the cream into Justin's balls still, toying with them even as she discussed destroying them.

Elizabeth watched Justin with his sad eyes, and her heart ached with distant remorse. She could see his eyes, stretched to their maximum into perfect, sad puppy dog eyes and it put a damper on her anger.

"Well! That should do it!" The vet chirped, patting his balls once more before starting to gather her tools and sedatives onto a tray. The metal dish held a variety of little knives, tiny scissors, and things Justin honestly couldn't bear to look at. Yet, she prepared the tray right in front of his nose so the entire time he stared right at it while she chatted about each one's use. "This one is used for severing the-" "LA LALALALA! NOT LISTENING!"

"However, first I need to release his load so that removal won't be... messy." She gave a curt nod and applied a warm lotion to her fingers before sidling up to the table, grasping Justin's length once again. With a steady pressure, she started to work her hands down every inch of his length, focusing on the sensitive knot and tip while varying the motions through the middle to create a constantly unique sensation. Her hands were quick, gripping him in a wet, moist passage that instantly worked into his instincts. His hips writhed, bucking with her slightly. "If I don't cum, she won't continue! If I don't cum for longer enough, mom might change her mind! Don't cum! Just don't cum!" Justin found his solution, trying to steel himself, but her hands were expertly squeezing his knot, making it thicken and grow beneath her touch, popping into her circled fingers with every pump down his cock.

Watching his hips shudder, balls swaying with his cock is at its full girth hard and glistening with precum and lotion smeared down its length, Elizabeth bit at her lip. "Maybe it would be a shame after all..." She mumbled to herself, feeling that without the flush of anger, she was re-thinking the decision already in play.

Justin stared at his mother, seeing the change in her face. "Oh yes! Come on, mom! Change you mind! Change your mind! You don't want this! I don't want this! No one wants this but the crazy woman!"

The vet worked her hands harder, faster, forcing Justin to the brink of orgasm where he hovered long enough to test his true endurance, but with her expert fingers clenching on his knot and the other hand mimicking a hot, spasming pussy he couldn't help himself. Cum exploded from his tip, emptying his balls with rope after rope of creamy, gooey white mess over the table beneath him and lightly spattering onto his stomach.

As it finished, with just a final trickle of cum leaking out and into her palm, Vivian grinned broadly. "Okay! All ready for Fixed Doggyville, population you!" She ran a hand down Justin's head, beaming cheerfully, but his eyes were brimming with worry.

"This is it. Mom's not doing anything. I'm going to go live in Fixed Doggyville.." Justin's thoughts were sad, resigned to his fate and dreading what came next. Looking at him, with both ears sad and drooping and his eyes full of woe, Elizabeth realized she'd made a mistake. "Oh no, but I can't go back now! Can I?"

Felicia, who'd been silent for most of the procedure, suddenly interjected. "Ohh! Mom! That's right! Amelie asked is she could borrow Justin to play with her husky, Princess, and make some puppies! We can't neuter him or I'll be going back on my promise!"

Elizabeth seized her chance! "Ah! I can't have you breaking a promise! We must cancel the neutering at least for now!"

"What? Y-yes! Oh thank goodness! Yes!" Justin practically leapt with excitement. Behind him, his tail started to wag suddenly behind him, making a faint wind with its whirling and propellor-like wiggling.

The vet's eyes narrowed slightly. "Well! We have a high cancellation fee for people backing out since it wastes state resources in the ingredients and time we've already wasted!" The vet tried, urging the woman to continue with the procedure.

"No! Shut up! This is my chance! My hope!" Justin worried, seeing his chance sleeping. He'd seen his escape route, but suddenly the door was closing.

However, Elizabeth barely even blinked. She'd made her decision, and now it wouldn't be changed.

"Come, Justin!" She commanded and the dog hurriedly launched himself off the table and scurried to her side. He still felt the lingering tension of what had almost happened, the images of the vet's tool still in his mind hovering like ghosts, but relief flooded through his entire body as they walked down the hall and exited the vet.

******

Next, the trio of mother, daughter, and dog found themselves at the mall. The massive building, decorated with overly gaudy columns as if it were the Colosseum of modern trends; in fact, that might have been the establishment's tagline. One of the benefits of the mall though, it allowed pets into every wing except the food court with a plentiful supply of designer stores carrying dog clothes, a niche that surprisingly generated a lot of income. As they stepped into the tall-ceilinged entry way, Elizabeth waved her phone. "I have to meet a client over at the Bistro, you should entertain yourselves for the afternoon. I'll find you later. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom! Sounds good!" The girl already verged away from her mother before she'd even finished her sentence, heading into one of the numerous fashion stores, "Chez Chic." Knowing she'd soon have ample cash, she didn't even check tags before she stripped things off their racks and carted them to the dressing room.

"Ooh, this polka dotted jumper would look awesome with those boots! Ooh Luis Vuitton! I have to try these together!" She scurried from rack to rack like a girl picking flowers in a meadow, plucking the best ones for her bouquet. Though, a meadow didn't charge over $100 dollars per flower...

With a stack accumulated, she ushered them towards the dressing rooms, spacious and decorated miniature room- with doors- where there were small leash hooks just inside the door for a obedient pet to sit waiting. Hanging everything onto the provided hooks, Felicia began to strip down, ignoring Justin completely. First, her shirt rolled up over her head, leaving her in a simple lace bra, with with scalloped edges of lace accenting the smooth skin of her breasts, filling the shelf bra moderately. Then, she wriggled out of her skirt, flashing him her bare bum with just a tiny strip of her thong covering what lay between her pert asscheeks.

Justin swallowed, fidgeting and averting his eyes but mirrors filled the small room, flashing him her breasts or her butt no matter where he looked. He felt his cock, still on edge from the dream last night and the handling at the vet, grow beneath his belly where it pressed into the carpet.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Justin, but Felicia hid her suspecting grin. Instead, as she tried on each thing, she bent over so her ass poked out of the dresses or fidgeted with her breasts, bouncing and adjusting them in tops leaving Justin tormented with the little show. To make matters worse, his sensitive nose picked up on the subtle scent of her sex, with only the thin fabric of her panties to hide it from him. He breathed her in with every breath, seeing the outline of her mound through her little panties while she sat on the bench, knees spread wide to try on boots with the outfit.

"God, she's oblivious." He thought, feeling every heartbeat through his swollen length.

"God, he's dumb." She thought with a chuckle while she looked at herself in the mirror in the polka dotted jumped and boots. Her hands raised onto her hips, posing a little. With her little motions, Justin could see the little jiggle in her pert ass and from his lower perspective, the bare ass under the flared legs of the shorts portion. "I think I need to see these with boot socks though, something to highlight these cute booties!"

Dropping onto the bench, she stripped off the boots and her old socks, tossing those onto the floor in front of Justin. The sweet, salty scent of her sweat hit his nose, wafting up from the little coils of fabric while she wriggle her painted toes down into the lacy fabric of the cutsy socks. Working them up her leg, she raised it up and flashed Justin the sight right up the leg of her jumper. He could see the shape of her pussy, outlined in her little panties. He gulped, looking down only to shove his nose into the bundle of footwear, rich with her scent.

"God, why does that smell so good? It smells so strong!" With his canine sense of smell, the socks weren't only inches from his nose, but his sense of smell was insanely strong, filling his nostrils with the tangy smell of her sex. His cock throbbed under him with the aroma, pulsing impatiently. "She's still got an entire stack! I just gotta wait it out! I'll calm down by then!" Justin rationalized.

In front of the mirror again, she twirled and squatted slightly, flashing him her bum once more before announcing, "I think these look SO much better with these sockies! Next up!" She began undoing the jumper, letting it drop off of her body while she tugged her feet from the boots. With the jumper strippped off, she was standing nearly naked once again with her breasts held up in the dainty black bra and her bum exposed with the little panties. While standing naked, she set the boots in her "yes" pile right beside Justin- adding to the rich aroma of her feet to his nose as they wafted out from her boots. Then, she hung the jumper on the lowest hook so the crotch sat just above Justin's head, ignoring that he was even there, just like a dog usually is! Leisurely, she began preparing her next outfit to try on. "Hmm... I found these cute stockings... they'd look good with this dress, but I think they might look really funky, cool with this dress too!" She monologue aloud, holding up a pair of fishnet type stockings, with small buttons on the top along with a simplistic, black dress and a patterned, multicolored version. From where he lay, Justin felt more like a dog than ever before, an after thought in the room... Yet, even without paying any attention to him, she was still managing to make him feel bad about himself.

Sitting on the bench, she lifted out foot out and gingerly began to roll the stockings up onto her long, slender legs. Justin watched, mesmerized. He sucked in a sudden breath, finding it filled with the scent of the feet he was staring at, from the socks under his chin. He gulped, muffling a needy whimper as his cock ached against the carpet, drooling precum with every second. With the stockings on, the girl stood, admiring herself once again in the mirror before shimmying into the tight dress, bending over to adjust her breasts inside the bodice.

"God, she doesn't know what she's doing!" Justin though, watching her squish her cleavage together in the mirror, her butt peeking out from beneath the dress while he buried his face into her socks, trying not to look but finding his choice was either to look at her body on display or breath in the scent that was driving his sensitive nose mad.

"Might as well try these on too!" She suddenly blurted, lifting something out from her pile. Justin squinted, trying to distinguish what it was while she untangled it before the garment came into focus: a teeny pair of panties with the back merely a thick ribbon while the front had corset-esque lacing up the front of her mound. Bending at the waist, she peeled the panties down from her hips. Justin watched, eyes locked onto her, as the panties rolled down her wide hips and along the curve of her ass with the small triangle that covered her pussy rolling away to reveal the bare, shaved lips of her sex. Then, she flicked the garment aside to step into the new ones. The panties landed on top of the socks, starting to build a miniature snowmen out of her discarded clothing. Her scent wafted off from them as if he buried his nose into her pussy itself. Visibly, juices soaked faintly into the fabric along with the natural scent of her body.

Justin's nose twitched, breathing her in deeply even against his better judgement. His cock jolted, pulsating with every heartbeat. "When she finishes, and I stand up... She's going to see." He thought to himself, eyeing her pile to judge how much remained. She seemed to have a stack of a few more dresses and skirts and then a smaller lump of more stockings and lingerie. "If she tries all this one, we'll be in here plenty long enough... I'll calm down. I can."

With the new panties on, she lifted a corset from the stack, Justin's eyes popping wide at the sight. She stripped off her bra unceremoniously, adding it to Justin's laundry pile. Then, she she held the corset up to her frame, reaching back to lace the back partially herself to look at it. It matched the panties perfectly, giving her a laced pattern down her entire frame. Her breasts pushed up from the top, smooth and perfect in the mirror's reflection. Justin yanked his eyes away, but soon those garments went into the stacks around him and her scent just got thicker in the air.

One by one, she tried on dresses and skirts with various stockings and intermixed between new panties , bras, and corsets alike. The dresses and skirts just added more sights of her pert ass, bent at the waist like an offering he couldn't take, but oh how his body longed to. The stockings were thrown in like the interlude of a porn video over and over again. By the fifth pair, Justin almost drooled while she spread her legs and lifted them up to roll it over her knee, giving him a clear shot to her pussy lips in a see-through mesh panty. The lingerie, of course, was the worst. Her scent clung to every piece, surrounding him on all sides and above with the thick scent of her. He could taste her pussy the scent was so rich. Every breath was responded to with a hard pulse through his cock.

With just a few crop tops in her pile, Justin started to worry. HIs cock hadn't calmed during her time in the dressing room, instead it'd gotten worse with every undressing. "I gotta do something. I have to take care of myself..." Justin decided, starting to gently rock his hips to drag his cock against the carpet. Pleasure rolled through his brain, nearly making his tongue fall from his mouth with a relieved pant. Shirt by shirt, he inched closer to orgasm by humping the dressing room floor, smearing precum down into the dust. He was spurred by his arousal, but also the repercussions of not finishing and relaxing before they had to leave that played in his head like a movie....

"I think these all look so great! Everyone is going to love the new, rich moi!" She giggled carelessly, tugging Justin's collar to head to the register, but he hesitated. If he stood up, she'd see the bright red of his cock jabbing out from his sheath, needy and aroused by his own sister!

"Justin! Come!" She snapped, tugging again and up he went, exposing him. She smirked, hunching low. "Awww... Did someone get all turned on? Poor, poor poochy! I bet those big, heavy balls are just begging for release aren't they!? Imagine licking yourself to orgasm here! You thought it was embarrassing at home? Let's try it in the hallway of the mall."

"Yeah, that can't happen!" Justin thought, humping a little harder, hoping his sister was distracted with the jeans she was stepping into. Out of the corner of her eyes, Felicia watched as one of the numerous mirrors caught Justin's every move, showing her every wanting look he flashed as she changed and now every thrust into the floor. She mimed oblivion until she saw him tense, finally releasing into the carpet just as she picked up her purse. "Justin, up! Time to go check out! Everyone is going to love the new, best dressed me!"

Justin hesitated a moment, feeling his cock slide back into the sheath before he stood up. He peeked down, finding the flaw in his plan- the massive, wet sticky stain on the carpet beneath him.

"Goodness me, whatever could this be!" Felicia exclaimed tapping her boots into the mess and lifting it up to see a sticky string rising up from the floor, clinging onto her shoe like a desperate lover. "Justin, is this what I think it is?"

She grinned, miming that she waited for a response. "Why did you do that? I didn't command that, Justin. " Her smiled grew. "You did this all yourself!"

Justin paused, realizing suddenly that this was entirely true. She hadn't made him do this, she'd just gone about her changing and he'd done this. Like some animal.

"Do you realize how rude this is? Some random employee would have to come clean up your stain! You nasty, sticky jizz from the carpet! Is that fair? Would you want to clean up some dog's cum? No! So, you're going to clean it up! Lick the carpet clean, Justin!"

The command triggered instantly, dropping his head down to the fuzzy carpet. His tongue scraped over it once, picking up the thickest globs of cum along with specks of dirt and grime from boots and the lingering flavor from his own sweat and the scents in the air staining his taste buds. He could taste the salt of his cum and the filth of every heel, boot, and sneaker that's been in the room. He could taste the dust from the sidewalk from a busy businesswoman popping in for a new blazer. He could taste the smear of baby food from a young, stylish mother bringing her angry child into the room with her. He could taste the last six dogs that sat in just this place. He could taste the clean on the carpet. His nose crinkled, disgust washing into his mind with every lick, every new flavor all under the blanket of the salty, pungent taste of his own semen.

Finally, Finally! He finished. Sitting back, he practically smiled. "Ha! Done!"

Felicia sneered. "You missed a spot." She lifted up her foot, where the cum had stuck to her bare feet. "You'd better just do both too, otherwise it wouldn't feel right!"

So, his tongue slurp up to the bottom of her ole, tasting the tang of her sweat on her skin and the faint chemical bite of her lotion. Between her toes, the flavor of her sweat was strongest, filling his mouth with its salty sweetness. Above him, he could see her gloating smile, so pleased with this situation. "It's such a shame you did this to yourself.." She sighed, pretending to be sad and shocked. "I mean, this isn't even MY fault! This was all you and those hormones! Must be those big balls, huh? Maybe we shoulda just chopped 'em off!" She giggled, holding up the other foot once he'd finished for him to repeat the same process of suckling and slurping the sweat and dust clinging to her skin away.

"Perfect!" She giggled, standing and collecting her things into a massive bundle before she grabbed Justin's leash. "Shopping with you is so fun! We'll definitely do lots of shopping in your future!" Then she laughed cheerfully until they were reaching the checkout counter and she stopped to spend Justin's future money while he sat there, burning with embarrassment with the taste of dirt and cum lingering in his mouth.

"Nice haul you got today! I love the new Burberry stuff!" The cashier chattered, smiling at Felicia warmly.

"Oh me too!" She responded, fishing out her debit card and paying freely from her saved money, knowing soon it'd be refilled.

"You know, you should check next door at "Gem Bin." They have a great selection of raw gemstone jewelry and diamonds that'd look great with some of this stuff. Gotta have accesories right?"

"You're totally right! I can't believe I was going to try to accessorize at home!"

"Guess has a new line out too just this month, you should look for a new summer-y purse to match all those jumpers and stuff!" The cashier slid over the girl's bursting bags with a beaming smile. "Good luck shopping! Oh, and I love your dog. He's sucha pretty boy!"

So, they headed into the other stores for Felicia to spend more of her future money, Justin growing increasingly irritated with her spending HIS inheritance. As she shelled over money for a tiny clutch purse that might not even fit the amount of bills that had paid for it, he whined and glared up at her, "This is NOT fair! You're spending away all of my future inheritance!" She glared right back, but then an idea struck.

"You're so right! I have been neglecting you!" She ran a hand over his ears, praising him for his input that she'd completely changed the meaning of! His collar jerked against his throat as she darted from the Guess store and charged into an oversized, high- fashion dog boutique, "Expectro Petronum Emporium: A magical experience for every animal~"

Just inside the door, pink flooded the store. An entire section was marked, "Lace, Pink, and Girly Goodness!" and Felicia immediately veered into its periwinkle and fuschia cocoon. Ribbons, ankle cuffs covered and frills, and a satin pink cape all blessed his furred body as she wandered eagerly through the shop before settling back on the little frilled booties, layers of lace and ruffles working all the way up his front and back legs, an oversized bow tied at the base of his tail- tickling his balls when he walked, and miniature bows pinned into the fluff at the base of each each. The cape had been returned, "too gaudy!"

"Ooh! Lookit these diamond and gold tags! They have little collar studs!" Hunching in front of him, she carefully added miniature diamond heart shaped studs into the leather of his collar so he glittered beneath the stores lights, then, added a personalized larger heart to the ring of his collar.

Meandering over, Felicia stumbled upon an entire case of earrings. "You pick it, We'll pierce it!" a sign advertised from the top of the open case. Instantly, Justin could see his sister's excitement at the accessory, and began to dread it.

"Oh my gosh! Earrings! Justin! Don't you want some pretty, itty, bitty earrings! They are so pretty! Lookit them all!" She stared down at the case, watching all the inset diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and other collected gems glitter and twinkle beneath the lights. Her awestruck face caught the attention of an attendant who sidled over with a wide smile.

"I see you've found the jewelry section." A cashier broke in, smiling. "You know, we have a wide selection of high class piercings for dogs, nearly painless to apply but impossible to lose! Would you be interested in some suggestions?"

Felicia grinned wider, looking right at Justin. "Oh yes we would!"

"No, no, no we wouldn't!" Justin thought, grimacing. His nose crinkled up with disgust, dreading his sister's plans. "This is just ridiculous. She's not going to pierce my ears!"

"My first suggestion, to start simple, is these silver cuff earrings. They add just a little sparkle to an ear without being overpowering." She handed over the pair and Felicia squatted beside her brother. An arm curled over his back, holding the earrings up to his ear in front of the dog-sized mirror for him to see. Then, instead of really looking at the earrings, she watched his reaction- waiting for one that really set him off.

"Huh, silver studs basically. Whatever." Justin's ear twitched slightly and he fidgeted beneath her touch, but the earrings were too bland to be threatening.

"Do you have anything with a little more pop? " Felicia asked. "I want him to be eye catching!" The employee bobbed her head and dove back into the case, lifting out an earing with three miniature diamonds strung together into a similar cuff shape but with a sparkling exterior. "These are the fairy dust diamonds, a petit and bright diamond for your innocent pooch to fly with."

"Ooh, do you want to fly, Justy?" Felicia crooned, leaning into him as she held up the sparkling accessory. The dog stared, eyes widening slightly. "Jeez. Those are...glittery." Felicia smiled, seeing a slight contempt in his eyes, but it wasn't satisfying enough just yet.

"How about with some color? He really likes pink. Do you have anything that'd be eye popping and pink?"

"Oh! Yes! Of course! Let me find something perfect for you!" She turned and headed into the back room for the perfect piece after taking a deep look at Justin's outfit already. He flushed with her judgemental look, looking down shyly.

Returning with a small box, the employee was beaming. "Well, looking at what you've already collected, my next suggestion would be these new metallic pink sterlings. They each have a diamond inset on the curve, see the sparkle? They are known for being the most eye catching earrings in human or dog markets for these beautiful diamonds." Justin stared, mouth agape as Felicia looked at the two, pink jeweled earrings.

"Glittering, pink earrings! What is she thinking?!"

The cashier handed over the pair of earrings and Felicia sat back down to hold them to Justin's ears. They glimmered beside each of the tall ears, high up on the points so that they caught the light whenever Felicia gently tipped them to the side, mimicking him turning his head. "Lookit how they catch the light! No one would be able to ignore these?! They'd pop so much! And the pink! On his white fur! Oooh! It's so pretty!" She watched Justin's face, seeing his eyes narrow in a slight glare.

"Pink? I can't strut around in pink earrings?! Clothes and bows is enough, but earrings! This is enough! Enough is enough! No more!"

Then she stood, admiring them at her height up in the air. Her face was plastered with joy and excitement at the little earrings, sealing Justin's fate.

"Oooh! These would really set him up! They look so expensive! They just scream... penthouse pet, don't they?" Felicia leaned over the counter to hand them to the cashier, her eyes wide and as glittery as the diamonds themselves as the bling.

For Justin, his eyes only saw the tags on other things, ridiculous prices for jewelry- let alone jewelry for dogs!

"Well, Justin would you like two, pretty pink earrings? Or do you think I spend too much on you then? Is it a bit too much?" She leaned down, softly calculating how much she'd already spent so Justin could imagine his inheritance shrinking by the second of frivolous clothing, accessories, and now tools for his own torment! He barked, spitting out his disapproval.

She giggled, "Yeah! Two is too much! Just give him one then, in the left ear! But can you go nice and slow? He gets spooked when it's over too quick!"

Justin froze. His blood chilled. He saw the small earrings knocked into the piercing gun and he fidgeted, starting to squirm and writhe away, but then with a simple hold on her necklace, Felicia had him sitting perfectly still for the clerk. "No, no, no...." He thought, letting out faintly whimpering. She'd lied completely! Since Justin was a little kid, he'd been a proponent of ripping of the band aid on one. He hated anticipating pain! Now, he had to watch as the employee prepared the piercing gun, setting the stud in while she looked at his ear.

"Lemme just prepare this and then I'll prepare the ear sight." The girl explained, flashing a friendly smile, but Justin couldn't help but despise her.

"You just had to come over here and help didn't you!? Just had to go get the special, pretty pink princess earrings from the back room!? Did you dull the backs too so they'd hurt more, devil girl! My sister might actually be the devil! She's tormenting me!I don't want an earring! She knows I don't! How could she do this! How could my mother leave me with her! Does she not love me at all!? Did I really make her that mad?!" Just as Felicia had intended, the employee's slow pace gave Justin more time to think, panicking and dreading the earring.

"Now I'm just going to take this little cotton swab and clean off your ear, cutie. Don't you worry a bit, this isn't the earring, just to clean it." The employee was cooing, whispering babyish gibberish to him as she sat down on her knees to rub the alcohol soaked swab to his ear, preparing the sight. Every second of cleaning, Justin imagined the piercing and repercussion of the earring over and over...

"First, it's gonna sting like a bitch! She's gonna shoot me with a little piercing gun! Like a stable, but in my ear. Then, Felicia's going to pay $600 some dollars for all this garbage and use up my inheritance bit by bit with her frivolous spending while I'm stuck like a dog, then she's going to show me off to all her little girlfriends and their little dogs and everything is going to say it's SO CUTE and they'll giggle and fawn and freak out and every second will smell like their sex and I'll be horny and humiliated all over again!"

Every little swipe of the cotton swab brought a fresh rant, then she began to hold another swab to him and counting. "This is the deep clean, it soaks in and softens the skin a bit to make sure the piercing is nice and clean and that the layers of skin are clean all the way through!"

"One... two... three... four... this takes a minute!"

"A minute. I have a minute of deep cleaning before I have an earring before I have a little, princess pink girlie earing."

"seven... eight... nine..."

"Is this my life now? My sister parading me around through multiple rounds of embarrassment before I go home and wait for it to repeat? What earring will I get tomorrow? A little butterfly to flit away up the length of my ear or the fairy dust diamonds!?"

"twelve... thirteen... fourteen..."

"I can't believe her. I can't believe any of this. I wish there was never any money. This wouldn't be happening to me. I wouldn't be hating my life and myself and my sister and my mother right now."

"thirty... fourty... fifty..." The second began to rush by with Justin seeing the entire day repeat, the entire shopping treat and the vet's visit hanging in his mind with the earring a cherry on top.

"All done! Earring time!"

"No!" Justin thought, but the stud was shot into his ear before he could try to move and test the limits of Felicia's control. The entire shopping trip whirled through his mind, from bows and lace to the glittering gold and diamond hearts around his collar now, gaudy and attention grabbing to pull more strangers eyes to him, seeing the girly accessories and the massive balls between his legs- not only was he a dog, he was a gender confused dog! Every move he made, something glittered and glinted in the light and now on top of it all, he had a pink, shiny earring in his ear.

"Don't worry! If you behave, I might get you a manly blue sapphire when I get the full inheritance! Maybe even two!" She laughed, seeing Justin glower and hang his head.

As they headed out of the exit, a poster in the front caught Felicia's eyes. "Look! There's a pet fashion event in like ten minutes!" She practically jumped with excitement. "This is my entry chance to get into the dog community! It'd set Justin up for life! We'll be rich! I'll be rich!"

"Just think, Justin! A life in these pretty clothes! Being paraded in front of everyone, having them look and find you perfect!" She squealed with excitement just as a familiar voice sounded behind them, "What are you excited about? What did you do to your brother!?"

Felicia turned to see her mother, staring at Justin as if he was an alien and not her son. "H-he wanted this!" She grabbed the necklace, willing him to agree with her. To his horror, his tail began to swish and sway behind him, confirming his sister's claim that he wanted these bows and lace and frills and the earring! "NO! MOM! NO! I wanted none of this! Take it off! Take it back!" His voice only came out in the positive air Felicia put him, excited little yips instead of distressed panic.

"Not only that, but he wants to participate in this event!" She waved a hand against the poster where a beautiful poodle strutted across the platform in front of a cheering crowd.

Elizabeth frowned, eyebrows knitting together as she looked to her son in his dog form, tail-a-wagging, "Honey, aren't' you taking this dog thing a bit too serious?"

With Felicia's hard concentration, his tail continued to wag behind him and he barked out in agreement. For a moment, their mother hesitated, but then she gave a small shrug. "Okay then, honey."

Felicia relaxed, smiling, but her head spun faintly. Her stomach gurgled once and she felt a sudden sluggishness through her body, intense exhaustion and nausea washing over her. "Huh, that's odd" she muttered, but dismissed it.

******

"I'll be right over here, Justy!" Felicia called as Justin was put into the waiting area with the other competitive dogs while the owners all lined against the penned in area. On the sideline, he heard an explosion of squealing as Felicia ran into Amelie, who'd just added her own husky into the mix, the bitch Princess. As he entered, the female competitors all turned towards him, noses twitching while tails began wagging with Princess leading the pack.

"I uhhh... Hi... Go away... Stop" Justin muttered, trying to avoid the crowding females, but without his consent their noses were dipping to his groin, nudging his balls for a deeper whiff of his thick, manly musk. He twitched and fidgeted with the attention, suddenly finding other tongues licking over his muzzle in affectionate greeting. His head turned away, but another female was on the other side. He could smell them all, reacting to his musk around them. If he turned towards the owners, he saw numerous pairs of eyes watching the females with him, eyeing his gentials and judging them from afar. His stomach churned with distress and embarrassment.

His cock started to harden, the tip pushing out from his sheath with every curious sniff until a full erection laid out against his stomach, only further encouraging the swarm around him. Puffy tails and silky ears brushed into him, tickling his nose while they moved in front of him, shoving their scent around his muzzle, tempting and tantalizing him.

With his arousal feeding their fires, the girls pushed harder into him. Their noses were jabbing into him eagerly, grazing his balls and running along his thighs where his musk clung to the fur. Their tongues lashed against his muzzle, kissing him without his consent. Whenever Princess pushed into him, it incited excited commentary from his sister and her friend.

"Ah! Lookit! She gave him a kiss! She's licking his muzzle! Awwww!" And lick his muzzle she did. Her tongue was abusing him with its harsh and demanding licking. His ears folded over, trying to duck away, but they wouldn't let him! Noses snuffled along the length of his body. Tongues licked along his fur. Their scents surrounded him like a cloud. "Guys, stop. Please stop. Leave me alone, or one at a time. This is just embarrassing. Stop!" Princess had shifted back and was shuffling his musk eagerly, rubbing her cheek to his thighs and along his tail to let his musk hanging on her, tying them together. Suddenly, not only was her nose pushing against his heavy balls enough to sway them, her tongue flicked out and licked against the thin fur to taste the musky flavor of his sweat and in an attempt to incite him further, urging him to return her affections.

"Ohhhh! No! Let's not do that!" He turned, trying to look at her with a face of exasperation or anger or anything that'd convince them to stop assaulting him, but Princess took it as a sign of him returning her affections and gleefully leapt up to slurp her tongue over his entire face. "ARGH! NO!" He cried, looking plaintively out at his owner, hoping that one of the owners might call off their bitches who were starting to be more bold and brazen with the passing seconds. Not only were they sniffing and licking him practically everywhere, their tails were raised and wet, needy pussy were being flashed to him from beneath furred appendages. However, all the owners just watched. They were rubbing their chins or chattering eagerly, finding the females' assault to be a good sign, apparently.

"Lookit Justy and Princess! They are going to be SO cute together! It's so obvious she likes him! Lookit she's trying to nuzzle him!" The husky was rubbing herself lengthwise along his body, sharing their scents between each others coat while a German Shepherd licked at his face and a slender tongue worked along his thigh with risky flirtation.

He huffed, breathing in their combined scents over and over. He could feel the cloud of their arousal in the air, seemingly as substantial as a rain cloud. He pictured it raining with the juices being waved into his face. "Is this seriously normal?! I thought butt sniffing was too much, but this is bad!" Justin was whining, grumbling a raspy growl in his throat with building frustration. The female wouldn't let him move or walk away. They were swarming around him with no regard to his attempts to communicate.

Heads butted into him, rubbing and massaging them and pushing their scent glands to him in an attempt to claim him over one of the other females. Everyone had judged and found him to be a suitable mate, but Justin felt he wasn't allowed to return the judgement since no one looked for any consent.

"Hey!" He barked, a tongue starting to lick over his balls boldly now. He turned to see Princess had began her affections again, though now spurred on by the competitions growing bolder by the second. Tongues that had before stayed to kissing at his muzzle were joining in on his backside, flicking against his thighs and inching up to lick alongside the brazen husky right over his heavy balls, pushing them to swing between his legs.

All the while, with his mind against everything that was happening, his instincts said the opposite. His integrated canine mind was loving every second of the treatment. He was surrounded by suitable mates to pass on his genes! His balls were churning madly. His cock throbbed and leaked with precum, ready to lubricate a bitch's tunnel as he pounded into her. Their scents were pungent in the air, inescapable. Every breath smelled like sex. He longed for release, yet also escape. His body wanted to breed, while his mind wanted to run.

Princess lapped once more at his balls before her head ducked down and her tongue poked along his long cock. His hips jerked instinctively and a little canine moan escaped, a deep whine in his throat. He skirted away from her, trying to get to the edge of the enclosure to have at least one side protected from the females.

"I gotta get out. I gotta get out of here! This is bad! This is bad!" He rubbed against the fencing, feeling the females press into his other side, piling against him like the zombies at the edge of a strong hold trying to climb over the wall. Their tongues and heads and noses all stabbed into him, merciless in their claiming and exploration of his body. They wanted him for breeding, nothing more. He was just an animal with an impressive cum-making machine. He wasn't a boy in a dog's body. He was a boy's mind stuck in the wrong body. They weren't doing anything wrong. He was the dumb one. The one resisting!

His mind ached along with his cock, conflicted and confused before suddenly he saw his name flash on the announcement screen. Was it his turn?

"Justin, Come!" For a moment, his mind swam with the double meanings of such a command, but it was his turn and Felicia soon had him guide in her hand, walking him to the catwalk to strut beside her, his head raised high to show off the glinting pink earring. Beneath him, with every step, his erection bobbed in and out of view of every person in the audience. The crowd cheered, oohing and ahhing at his snow white coat and the pretty pink of his accesories before they spotted his bright red cock, drooling precum onto the fake grass beneath when their commentary shifted from "Lookit, awwww!" to "Oh my~"

He felt the tip hitting his belly, smearing his juices onto himself while they dripped everywhere else, plus his balls still continued to sway and waggle ensuring that every bit of his gentials were on full display.

In her place in the crowd, Elizabeth just shook her head, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amazement at the massive length. On screen, the jury members were mumbling and muttering and building their commentary. "Well, usually we get female dogs for the current fashion trends, especially with so much pink! But since the gender equality reform, all dogs are allowed to participate a they want, so he's within his rights!"

"How could you send him away with such impeccable fashion sense?"

"Don't you mean with such a massive piece of meat? All the ladies love him!" A laugh rumbled through the entire crowd and Justin felt his chest clench with humiliation.

In the end, out of a decision based in political correctness and the flair for being different than for fashion sense, Justin took first place! Side by side, brother and sister had their photograph taken for Dogs 'N Purses magazine. "Smile wide! Show off that white fur!" The photographer shouted, while his assistant leaned close, "Do you think we can edit out his dick? It's sucking all the focus of the picture down to his crotch?"

Justin practically melted into a puddle of shame, yet someone he made it to the greeting circle, where all the dogs and owners who also participated flocked around them. "I'd make you a considerable offer to use him as a stud! I've never seen my MeMe take such a liking to a male before!"

"I'd double his offer for exclusive rights!" Another woman interjected, starting a furious discussion on his breeding. Felicia fielded them impressively, collecting a booklet of cards and contact information while Justin stared down at the females who'd sniffed him earlier, finding each one brought the memory of their rich scent rushing back to him, only urging on his raging boner.

"Hey girl, hey!" A familiar voice exploded out of the crowd of other contacts as Amelie approached, dragging Princess along with her. The female husky perked up at the sight of the familiar male, and she even still smelled faintly of the scent she'd tried to rub onto herself in the waiting pen. "I had to say congratulations and set up that date!"

Felicia hugged her, giggling delightfully. "You're totally right! They do need a doggy date! I think I can picture them already sharing a bowl of pasta and meatballs..." She sighed happily, giggling more while Amelie pointed to the two canines with Princess rubbing into Justin's sides affectionately and licking at his muzzle.

"She likes him so much! They are like the perfect couple!"

"They are though! With such similar coloring, they look like they were made for each other! Our little Printin? Princess and Justin! They have a cute ship' name! They have to be together! Plus, Princess adores him! Lookit! She won't stop kissing his little nose!"

"I can get Princess groomed right before and put in some of her doggy meat perfume- it smells funny to me, but the men love it! Then, she can wear a little dress I got her just for such an occasion!"

"Justin will bring her some boxed treats in a heart shaped container, with a little bow so he can carry it in his mouth!" They were giggling, daydreaming together about the perfect canine couple while Justin was caught between two horrible situations. From the girls, he had the horrifyingly humiliating experience of 'dating' a dog. "I am a HUMAN! Is she forgetting who I am? I'm not going to date some dog? This is crazy! They are insane! It's like I'm not even Justin anymore!?" Then on the other, it was the waiting penn all over again with Princess teasing his hard cock with her long tongue and then skirting in front of him to flash her needy pussy, lips puffy and pink with her excitement for him.

"They'll be such a cute couple. They're puppies will just be adorable!" Amelie blurted, grinning as she bent to hold onto Justin's head- which he turned away whenever Princess tried to 'kiss' him with her slimy, musky tongue. "Give him a kiss now, Princess! He's just shy!"

Head trapped, Justin received a wet lick right into his muzzle from the other husky, leaving him with the lingering taste of saliva and his own musky balls in his mouth as he saw Felicia cup her necklace in her palm and fix him with a concentrated stare.

"He just has a little trouble adjusting to his new lady friend! It's okay, Justin! Give her a kiss!" She said in a babying voice while the pendant pushed him to face the cheerful husky. Against his will, his tongue lashed out excitedly to lick back to her. Instantly, Princess perked up to twirl her tongue into his, rubbing it along the length of his and slurping along his teeth and over his muzzle sloppily. He stepped closer, head butting into her side and nuzzling into her cheek and neck while she returned the favor. Then, they stumbled in a circle before returning to each other lips like love drunk newlyweds, kissing with their tongues tangled between their mouths.

"Aww! That's the cutest thing ever! He was just unsure of himself!" Amelie crooned, clapping her hands loud enough to draw even more attention to watch the kissing canines.

With a variety of new eyes staring at him, Justin felt his skin prickle. His cheeks flushed a dark red and his chest tightened with embarrassment. "Why does she do this to me? What does this serve?" Justin thought to himself, his mouth filled with the flavor of the youthful husky: a mixture of fruity perfume, fresh soap, and saliva. Her tongue was flicking against his thighs again, a flirtatious and bold move that she'd practiced earlier.

Now, Felicia urged him to return her favors. Thus, his nose pushed down the length of her body, nuzzling and snuffling into her thick fur where a mixture of chemical scents mingled with her natural aroma. Reaching her rump, his nose flooded with her distinct scent. He breathed in in greedily, memorizing her while his tongue licked along the wispy hair of her legs, tickling his way up to just beneath her tailhole. Then, he began to lick along the tight hole of her tailhole. Her tangy, dirty taste filled his air while her tail folded up while it twitched with delight, constantly hitting his ears and jerking the earring in his left ear.

"Bleh! Happy now!? Is it enough to have me lick her mouth? NO! Is it enough for me to sniff her butt? NO! I have to lick it out!" Justin ranted in his head, feeling his frustration build as he worked over the young female's ass with his tongue, rimming her without reserve while Felicia looked on with a delight expression, practically blissful. "Is this something she likes? Is this just like a big live porn for her?" Then, her attention shifted slightly, but her focus still drove him to act while she chatted with Amelie, ignoring him even as she tormented him!

"So how did you hear about the show?" Amelie probed.

"Me and Justy were actually out shopping! We saw it at the doggy boutique just down the main hall?" Her hand swung and pointed, then, to his horror as he watched, Justin heard her launch into the story of the dressing room.

"I don't know what it was, but here I was just getting undressed and trying on all my things- I should show you later, there's some CUTE stuff!- but Justin was laying their huffing my panties and then, when we went to leave, he'd cum all over the carpet! I was horrified! So, I made him lick it up so some poor employee wouldn't have to come mop it up!"

"Oh my! He's just so worked up! Princess will help with that! Woncha girl?" Amelie giggled, her words seeming to register with the husky who leaned down and licked lewdly over Justin's own tailhole, his body jumping away with the strange sensation, but Felicia urged him still. He felt her tongue work and slurp over his tailhole, pushing against the tight ring of muscle curiously and rubbing her wet saliva over him. Then, she worked down to his balls, letting them brush her cheek and smear his scent on her.

Sneering, Felicia directed Justin back to her face in time to lick her cheek and taste his own musky flavor from her fur. Disgust wrinkled his nose back from his own salty, sweaty taste. A rich pungent flavor accompanied the scent of his musky air. But then, he was back to her bum, slurping his tongue slowly over her puffy pussy lips with a naughty kiss. Her pungent, needy scent hit his nose with a shocking power and he felt his cock ache, suddenly drooling precum at double time while her pussy hovered in front of him. Princess even bowed slightly, waggling her butt in a playful mating dance. Her tail folded up her back a bit, leaving her pussy and tiailhole fully exposed. Justin could see his own saliva glinting on the wrinkled skin of her puckered star, lubing her up and teasing her for more playing.

"Lookit! He's already teasing her! He's good at foreplay!" The teen winked naughtily and clapped her hands again. "They are so cute together! They look like a little husky heart!" She was beyond ecstatic for the two dogs and wouldn't stop commentating, chattering happily about every kiss and lick between the two of them.

Princess it seemed was just as excited for this interaction, since his returning the sniffs and licks was confirming their relationship. Her tail whirled madly behind her with every second, smacking his muzzle frequently. Plus, since he'd started playing with her her scent had only gotten stronger. Her sex begged for him to take her, to mate her. His nose sniffled and sucked in the rich aroma greedily, instinct taking over slightly along with the push through the magical tag bonded to Felicia's necklace. He could feel his will power in the background, uselessly complaining about what he wanted or didn't want.

"See how he's licking her and rubbing back? He's rubbing his glands on her and showing affection, that confirms the relationship she was trying to instate!" Amelie explained to her friend, bobbing her head happily over and over. "Now I can change her relationship status on PawBook! You gotta make one for him! It's such a good way to show off all your awards and outfits!"

Justin grimaced, imagining the internet covered with pictures of his dog form. "That'd just make this all worse!" He thought, hoping Felicia forgot the suggestion by the time they made it home.

"Ooh! I'm going to take some pictures for the status change! Kiss each other again!" Amelie shouted, and with Felicia's added motivation the dogs were soon slurping and rubbing to each other again with Justin's earring glinting in the light for the camera to catch as it snapped rapidly.

"Ugh! It's like she can read my thoughts and do anything to make it worse! Bows and frills all over weren't enough! We had to get an earring! Doggy kisses aren't enough! They've got to go ALL OVER THE INTERNET! I don't think I can keep doing this!" His tongue actually ached from working against the other dog and the taste of her tailhole lingered on his tongue, a earthy, sweaty flavor compounded on top of the lingering taste of the floor rubbed in with his cum and Felicia's own sweet, salty sweat.

Both girls even squatted down for selfies framing around the kissing canines. While she leaned down close to him, Felicia smirked. "I bet you're loving this, Justin? Haven't you always wanted to do the kinky butt stuff? I bet your new girlfriend Princess will let you do anything!"

"Oh you little condescending-" Even his thoughts were cut off with Princess's eager tongue shoving into his mouth, distracting him.

"These are so going on my Twitter too!"

"Just imagine becoming the viral canine couple! #Printin!" The girls burst into excited giggling and Felicia finally relaxed her hold on him and his head pulled away as the girls air kissed and Amelie left them with the promise of a date soon and Felicia began tugging him towards the winner's circle.

With the success of Justin in the show and now in relationships, her pride inflated with the offers and the possibility of more money on top of a beautiful future for her friendship and pet. Felicia led Justin towards the winner's circle with her head held high where their certificate and trophy awaited them. He followed beside her, listening to her clicking heels with every powerful step against the ground. The sound echoed in his ear, becoming the beat he walked to, just a shadow of his sister who'd taken control of his life.

******

"This is it, kids. This is what this has all been for." Elizabeth stated, finishing her cup of coffee before the trio of Elizabeth, Felicia, and doggie-Justin all headed out the door towards the lawsuit. Along the way, they hear their lawyer over the carphone, rehearsing final declarations and practicing their reactions, but soon enough their at the office.

Inside, Elizabeth's lawyer already waited with their father and the opposing lawyer. Elizabeth's started immediately, voice contained but powerful. "Justin, the focus of the meeting, was a pet, not a child. The assumption that he was a child that has fueled this meeting was due to an administrative failure that must have taken place somewhere in the process." He waved a hand at the dog version of Justin, who sat silently at Elizabeth's command.

From his place, Justin's father stared dumbstruck at the dog, but the judge simply skimmed the contract. "Pets must be appointed to Elizabeth, so Justin remains in your custody. Court dismissed."

Returning home, Elizabeth couldn't stop cheering and chattering. Her delight practically filled the air palpably in the car and once they'd reached their building, her hand raised above her head and pumped in the air in a fist. "Woot! We've done it! We've really done it!" As the elevator doors closed behind them, taking them back up towards home, she bent to undo Justin's collar.

"Mom! Wait!" Felicia shouted, grabbing onto her mother's hand with a sudden jolt of panic and fidgeting with her necklace nervously.

Elizabeth looked back, eyes wide and unsure. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Justin likes being a dog and wants to stay like this!" Felicia widened her eyes innocently, chewing at her lip.

Elizabeth, unbelieving, raised her brow questioningly and looked briefly down to Justin. "Well, that would explain a lot of things. I thought... licking your own cock and participating in a fashion dog show was a tad weird..."

"He find that he loves this life! So much!" Felicia continued, bobbing her head in eager nodding. "He has no school, no work, no responsibilities! Those are all the exact things dad offered him!"

This reason struck a cord, it made sense! Justin panicked, seeing his destiny hovering in front of his eyes in the balance of this conversation! "No!" He barked loudly in disagreement, but Felicia's hand clenched on the necklace, focusing all her efforts onto him to force approval instead, though her head started to spin. The buttons on the wall shifted and multiplied; she saw doubles. Her skin crawled with heat, itching and burning as sweat pinpricked along her hairline.

"Are you sure, honey? I just want you to be happy. If you find happiness in breeding bitches and strutting around at dog shows for the rest of your life, it's fine by me. I can't have you around much longer, and I'm sure you will live longer than a regular dog!" The solution seemed to work for Elizabeth as well. "But, don't expect better treatment than a normal dog! You'll only get discount kibble and you can only go to the toilet during walkies. You can't keep your room either, I'll finally turn it into the solarium I always wanted, but I'll let you sleep next to me bed though."

"This can't actually happen! I can't live the rest of my life as a dog! No room! Kibble! Is she mad? I can't do this!" Justin saw his life as a dog forever. He'd only been a dog for three days and already he'd been broken down and humiliated in every way he could have imagined. To poop outside every day? In the same little exposed patch of grass with the scent of every dog before him in his nose? To sleep on the floor? To be attacked by females at DOG SHOWS? To even be in dog shows? Justin's head swam with images of himself with an ear full of earrings and off licking the floor in every dressing room in the mall from more shopping. He could see his future of watching from the sidelines as Felicia spent his inheritance chunk at a time on herself and on humiliating him with more lace and bows and of course, more pink.

"I can't live as a dog! I can't eat kibble every day! I can't put up with Felicia tormenting me! I don't want to be Pintin! I can't date a dog named Princess! What am I saying? I can't date a dog! Period!"

With the last shred of her mental strength, Felicia sent Justin rolling over, slurping over his cock with a madly spasming tongue. While his tongue smacked against his cock, Justin felt his life slipping away. Images of graduating high school, then college, of his first job, of his wife...they all vanished to be replaced with the picture of him collared, trotting alongside his sister in front of crowds, prettied up as the perfect stud.

"Okay honey! I believe you. I don't have to see this." Then, she slipped out of the elevator and down the hall, disappearing from sight.

"Ah ha!" Felicia grinned triumphantly, standing over Justin with a proud stance. Her eyes glinted, pride glowing on her skin before her headache suddenly exploded through her brain. A hand pressed against the aching spot, growing more intense with every passing second. "Nngghh!" She groaned before suddenly a dog ear pushed out through her hair, a matching twin sprouting on the opposite side of her head. Then, her long hair began to fade away, leaving her with fur in its place puffing out around the base of her ears. From her spine, she felt the root of a tail starting to grow and expand, forcing her onto her knees. The appendage shot out, writhing out from her spine like a worm through the earth before it curled up into its coiffed shape and fur exploded around it, finishing the furry accessory. Heat coursed through her body like a horrible fever. Her head throbbed with the fresh ears catching an influx of new sounds, new smells. Everything was intensified. Sounds were too loud, from Justin's awed breathing beside her to the clicking of her mother's heels far down the hallway. Both noises exploded in her mind, thunderously loud compared to her dull human hearing.

"What is happening? What is this? WHAT IS THIS?" From where he stood, Justin watched the transformation taking place, ripping his sister's poised demeanor to shreds as she writhed and shook on the floor starting to whine and cry with confusion while the collar took control of her body, making it shift and change rapidly. "This is what its like! This is what it's been the entire time!" He called, but she couldn't hear him over the roar of the new noises and the rush in her head. Nonetheless, he watched with a sense of delight, a retribution. She was starting to realize just what he'd been through. This was just the start, but Justin was waiting for his chance to get back at her for it all, and he knew it would present itself.

Her skin prickled with sweat, and she imagined steam wafting off from her body as her stomach churned with lava. Her pussy felt soaked, dripping and leaking with natural lubrication. The scent of the nearby male along with the heat of her transformation was enough to have her fresh body already begging for release, worked to the brink of arousal. She gasped when she felt her tail twitch and flick, grazing the sensitive sex. She felt raw, exposed, needy.

Around her neck, the necklace thickened and the chain flattened, melding together into a band around her throat into its true form: a collar. She felt it tighten around her throat, gripping her flush up to her neck. "W-what!? Why didn't he tell me?" She thought, but the idea soon slipped away as the transformation continued.

Her jeans began to melt and slip off from her hips, showing Justin the skimpy thong again before that too practically fell off of her transforming body to exposing her drooling sex. Fur sprouted from the itching, prickling pores of her flesh so that white washed down her body in a ripple of growing fur. Her skin felt raw, newborn as though she'd been born anew through the gut wrenching change.

Between her thighs, lifted up with her leaning into the ground with her head in her hands to try and stop the rushing in her head, her pussy lips were swollen and glistening with need. Justin licked his lips, seeing the glimmering droplets of need on her skin. Her scent hung thick in the air, a pungent earthy aroma that clogged Justin's nose again, stronger than it had been even in the dressing room. The scent of her sweaty skin and her needy sex mixed in the air like the smoke of a drug, tempting and sweet. With the sight of her now, on her knees and at his level with that scent filling the air once again, just like in the dressing room when she'd tormented him with her little coy show.

Watching her, her body making her twitch and shiver all over the floor, Justin grinned to himself. She had never been more vulnerable in her life than now, freshly transformed into a bitch, something both his head and his body knew was beneath him. This was his opportunity for the revenge he'd been aching for. "Oh sissy," He thought, "You're gonna get screwed."

"Ha!" Justin barked, but the sound came clearly through Felicia's mind as she felt claws scrape through the thin, growing furs on her tips. His nails drew tracks in her new fur, harsh against her sensitive, fresh skin. She looked back, surprise and confused to see Justin behind her, his teeth jutting out from his muzzle while his eyes glinted.

"W-what are you doing?" Felicia cried, the transformation fading from her focus just in time for Justin to be the new object. She stared at him, eyes wide and confused while he blinked in front of her in black and white. His entire body blanched like a ghost behind her.

"I'm getting revenge for being stuck as a dog, for going shopping and licking the floor to clean up a mess you caused, for humiliation in front of our mother and her friends that you caused, for this pink earring and every little frill and puff of lace you put on me. I'm getting back at your for every single little thing you have put me through in the tiny span of three days, Felicia." He leaned over her, hunching close so that she could feel his breath in her ear. "But I'm going to get back for all those things in the span of about..." His voice lowered even more, more of a growl than a voice while his entire body pressed down against her. "...three minutes."

Justin's drooling cock tip smeared against her asscheeks and dove down towards her leaking, needy pussy's opening. Revenge and arousal had Justin's heart racing, pulsing against his sister's back while Felicia fully realized what was happening. Her feet were now paws, the claws painted the same purple her toenails had once been. Her ears were atop her head, twitching triangles attuned to the panting rush of air from Justin's lips. The world swam above her, everything too tall and in black and white, like the snowy white of her fur. She was now a female white husky, just like the brother that was breeding her.

"If I'm going to stay as our mother's dog, than you can be my bitch! The lowest rank on the pole! Made just for this!" His breath flooded her ears, hot like a wind as she felt his thick girth pounding in her, the expanding knot kissing to her lips every time while his balls swung and slapped to her like a spanking with every thrust.

"Dont worry! You'll be a proud mother! You made sure I'm a champion breeder, after all!" The slapping sounds of their bodies filled the air along with the heavy cloud of his musk. Felicia couldn't believe what was happening, yet even as her mind is still racing lost in the commotion, her body is focused on what's happening. Her pussy stretched wide around his thick girth, spasming and tightening around the thick dick eagerly, needily clamping down on his with every thrust.

"Aren't you glad you had him give you that necklace? Don't you like my bigger dick? It seems like you do; your drooling around my cock so much, sissy! You love it, don't you!? This was the plan, huh? Get turned into a dog so my brother can fuck me? You dirty, greedy bitch." His teeth showed in his muzzle, sneering even as a dog as he pounded into her.

"Maybe we can have you be a show dog too! You and all your puppies can be paraded around in front of a crowd right after a good fucking so your pussy leaks cum with every step! See how you like having your genitals on show!" His voice cut out with a sharp breath. His knot bumped into her sex, starting to strain again it at his full size, thick as a fist.

With a hard slam forward, the knot popped into the girl with a loud sound and a yelp from the female. Instantly following, they yowled in unison as rope after rope of cum began to stream into the girl's pussy. She felt his filling her, the thick, warm goo of his cum stuffing her like a cream-filled donut while the knot plugged her shut, forcing it to stay sloshing around inside of her while the echo of their voices repeated their canine cries.

"I was just called by the neighbors that our pet is making terrible noises! If you want to stay a pet you need to behave and-" Elizabeth exploded into the room, her voice preceding her with every step down the hall as she approached. She fell silent once she stepped inside and was assaulted with the sight of the two huskies, ass to ass in the mating position. She could practically taste their sex in the air, musk intermingling with the scent of a needy female. Even as she stared at them, obviously angry, Justin's tail gave a prideful, happy wage behind him. From here, she couldn't see his knot slammed into the girl, stretching her out over the massive bulge. Her eyes widened, momentarily shocked by the size her daughter had accommodated before her head shook, drawing her eyes away from the mating canines.

For a long moment, she just stood there, dumbstruck by the two panting dogs before her lips tightened into a line and silently, she plucked up her daughters garment, sifting through the pant's pocket. Inside, she found the reference card of the Chinatown shop where'd she purchased the original collar.

"I should have known!" she cried, realizing Felicia's plan all along to frame her brother and take the money! Her foot stamped once, mimicking a bull scuffing the dirt with one hoof. "I can't even believe this! We will be heading straight to Chinatown!" she shouted, grabbing a second leash. "In the cold! Maybe the cold air will help the two of your relax!"

Heads hanging in shame, the two twin huskies followed behind their mother all the way to the shop in Chinatown, her heels clicking as they went. Their tails drooped, loose and tucked slightly between both their thighs in shame and response to their owners anger. Justin felt the cool air against his wet cock, still dripping with his sister's juices as it swayed in the wind. Beside him, Felicia's body dribbled with cum, dropping it down onto the sidewalk from her leaking slit as they walked. The leaked juices glistened on the pavement, leaving a sex juice trail back home like incestual Hansel and Gretel.

With every block, Elizabeth poured out long, drawn out life lessons. "You should always think before you act, children. You must be logical in your actions and suspicious of strangers! You cannot just jump into strange things and trust them, Felicia! You should have known better than to trust that man! I shouldn't have trusted you to be kind to your brother, apparently!"

Justin sneered, "I think you were pretty kind in the end." He muttered, lightly nosing his sister's pussy and breathing in the lingering scent of his own musk smeared over her butt. She flushed, ducking her head even lower as they turned the corner and a fresh lesson began. They cycled through trust, dependency, drugs, sex, loaning, borrowing, finances, investments, choosing a college, wearing condoms, when to have children, and countless guilt trips before they even reached Chinatown, each one with Justin using the lesson against his sister, getting revenge one block at a time.

"Children, you should never become dependant on something! Dependency just allows you to be manipulated! In fact, you should never depend on anyone but yourself or people who have gone through hard trials to prove themselves!"

"You shouldn't have depended on that necklace, huh sis? If you hadn't been so dependant on it to manipulate me, I wouldn't have gotten to fuck you in the end. Or is that what you wanted?"

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"Children, drugs are bad. Don't do drugs! If I found out you did drugs in these three days also oh I'm going to pound you!"

"Hah! Mom! I already pounded Felicia for you! Can't you see her pussy dripping with it?"

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"You should, always, always wear a condom when you have sex, kids! If you aren't ready for kids, which is to say you aren't over thirty and married to a non-cheating husband, then you can skip it! But, you should be using a condom every time!"

"I think this lesson is a little late, huh sissy? Guess we're gonna end up with puppies! Climbing all over your tummy! Suckling on those little nipples, biting and tugging greedily! You'll be all plump and round, making it hard to walk when your heavy with puppies! I bet you won't even fit doggy fashion once you're all filled with my pups!"

Finally, they reached the shop and the shopkeeper instantly whistled. "Jeez! I had hoped you would find out tomorrow!" He chuckled, but Elizabeth shot him a look of death through narrowed eyes.

"You knew this, but you didn't feel the need to inform me?" She demanded, waving her hand at her sexed up, canine children.

The man smiled, oblivious to her anger. "My customers usually not prefer instructions in their affairs." He leaned over the counter to look Felicia in the eyes with his beaming, toothless grin. "I told you girls always have more control, aye? I bet your brother would do anything for you now!"

The thought hadn't occurred to Felicia and she shifted, Justin instantly twitching his nose and inching closer to her, but the man, with a hard pounding on his counter from the steaming mother, waved his hands. "Okay! Okay! I'll remove the collar. You were in time, no need to be angry!"

He lifted out a pair of golden scissors, striding back to the front of the store to snip off the collars. One by one, the collars fell off onto the floor and the siblings began to revert back. Their fur faded and they grew taller, both fidgeting nakedly as their canine forms fell away, however once the transformation stopped both still had tails waving behind them idly and their wet, dribbling genitals hadn't changed at all, leaving Felicia with her tantalizing scent and Justin's with his heavy musk and massive balls and cock.

"And of course! The guarantee can only be used on hygienic items that have not been used! So, those collars are yours to keep!" He shrugged, flashing his beaming smile again. The children shrugged, starting to stand but Elizabeth whirled towards them. "SIT DOWN!"

Instantly, the command registered in a canine fleck of their mind and they dropped back to the floor like any good dog would.

"Are you fucking happy now? You just had to breed didn't you!?" Justin and Felicia both show drooping eyes, lips curled down into faces of pure honest regret. "We're sorry, Mom."

Yet, seconds later, their curled tails lifted behind them and began to waggle excitedly in little blurs of white fur completely going against their facial expression until those too faded and the two couldn't hide goofy grins.

Elizabeth stamped a foot and threw her hands up into the air, frustration finally getting the best of her. "Argh! I can't fucking believe this! Is this because your parents got divorced?! Couldn't you have just gotten into weed like normal kids?!"