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CANIDITY

A serial story by Colin Leighton

CHAPTER THREE

[day six]

When I awoke, I was in agony.

My face was swelling, straining, bursting, coming apart. At first it was so incredibly awful that I tore at it with my hands, prying at it with my fingers, choking back a cry, before collapsing on my side with a groan. My eyes clenched shut as I whimpered from the agony of it...what's happening to meeeeee...I felt panicked, and scared. A few trembles shot through my body, as my clenching fingers twisted clumps of bunched-up sheet.

After a few moments of forcing myself to breath normally, I managed to get control of myself, remembering through the pain to check the time. It was a little before six; I had slept less than three hours.

_Now to find out what's going on with my face..._I reached up and began to feel over my jaw, nose, cheeks, forehead, carefully so as not to worsen the discomfort, and as I did so the cause of my agony became evident to me: part of my face was growing outward.

I had been wrong to say it was my entire face that hurt, for my forehead remained pretty much the same as it had always been, but from my nose downward, everything had began growing outward; the very bone of my skull, it seemed, was changing, stretching, so that the lower half of my face now bulged outward at least a couples centimetres from where it had been before. My mouth was bleeding, whether from swollen, bleeding gums or because I had bitten my tongue, I could not tell. Not daring to move for fear of aggravating the pain again, I panted - I'm panting? Whatever, it's natural enough - but why was I panting, that was an animal thing, not something I had ever done before - and yet now in my anxiety it seemed only natural.

When I opened my eyes I saw that I had lost at least three more teeth, which lay scattered amongst the tangled sheets. As I panted - my tongue was undeniably longer, so about an inch of it hung out of the front of my mouth as I panted - I found myself wishing the teeth would all just fall out so I could be done with them; if these sharper new teeth were what I had to live with now; so be it; at least they weren't loose. Without moving any other parts of my body I wiggled two more teeth loose just while laying there, spitting them out and depositing them on the nightstand. I did not bother examining these new teeth before I fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Very thirsty....need to pee......face hurts....

There was more light coming in through the window as I stirred, sitting up unsteadily. Mid-morning, perhaps? Without bothering to feel my face, which, while not relaxed, was at least not presently hurting, I hopped out of bed - and almost fell. Okay, I did fall, partially at least, one knee hitting the carpet before my grasping fingers caught the bedspread, pulling it partway off the bed but successfully keeping me from sprawling.

By now I knew that any such incident was likely to have been caused by a new change to my body. I needed to use the bathroom, but I had to be able to walk there for that - so I pulled myself into a cross-legged position and looked at my feet.

The changes were considerable. The hair on my lower legs seemed now not to be as long as it initially had - or as my leg hair usually was - but was instead thicker, in a fur-like coating that continued down over my ankles and partway over my foot. While my four larger toes were largely unchanged, the pinkie toe had receded dramatically, now attached more to the side of my foot than to the end of it. Additionally, the back half of my foot seemed to be almost...melting. It was growing narrower, the heel looked smaller than before. In short, my foot was shrinking, or at least, the back half was.

As for the shadows under my toes, they were shadows no longer. Now when I examined my feet, or looked at my hands, a solid mass, longer than it was wide, was clearly evident just below the nail, pressing against it. In fact it seemed that if the dark things rose any further they'd start popping my nails right off. I had an uneasy feeling I would be experiencing this quite soon.

I took in the unexplainable changes to my feet for as long as I could stand, then pushed myself up, using my bed for support, and began to walk to the bathroom. Ugh...no wonder I fell down. Because my heels had shrunken to half their normal size, I could no longer walk normally; when I tried to do so my balance was thrown off. I'm going to have to walk on my toes...the only way I could get around without stumbling, I quickly realised, was by walking on the front of my feet only. Doing so forced me to bend my knees, but the position was less uncomfortable than I expected.

Need required me to relieve myself before checking the mirror for what I was certain was going to be a horrific sight - my face. I could scent my urine as I stood in front of the toilet, stronger than I remembered, and had a vague impression that I should be doing something - but I could not place just what.

The sight in the mirror was every bit as terrifying as I expected it to be. The lower half of my face literally bulged out, probably at least a few centimetres now. My cheeks were flattening, deflating, forming the sides of this almost pseudo-muzzle, while my nose was also undergoing continued shape-changing; my nostrils now faced outward, while what had previously been the upright top of my nose was collapsing backward, becoming flat. Interestingly, the one part of my lower face not growing outward was my chin, which instead of growing, seemed to be receding. My jaws were growing outward, but my chin wasn't following, it seemed smaller and less noticeable than before.

The pointed ears remained, but now they were not only pointed but had also began to migrate upwards, now being located farther up my head than before, and they were beginning to become covered in the same coat of hair that how covered my head. Pure black in colour and densely thick, I could see it had spread down my neck too, and was beginning to edge down where my side-burns would have been, had I not been a habitual shaver. The same thick dense hair now covered most of my chest and had spread to my sides, but I was already getting used to that. Any patches of longer hair, even those under my armpits, were beginning to fade, replaced only but smooth uninterrupted hair. In all these places my skin was not at all visible underneath, unless I pulled back the hair. As I did so, I noticed its increasingly resemblance to fur.

There was one aspect of my face left to check, and I already knew what I'd find. Grimacing at the sight of myself, I opened my mouth, which even closed looked swollen like a bag that has had too many objects crammed into it.

Holy fuck....

My mouth was jam-packed with teeth, crowded with sharp incisors and molars, big sharp teeth good only for biting through meat, but it was not this fact that shocked me most: it was my canines. My previous canine teeth could be described as resembling wider, more rounded incisors, with moderately sharp ends, but what now protruded from their place were four long, sharp pointed teeth that could not be described as anything but fangs. Yes, I had fangs, four wicked ones each already at least three centimetres long - how they even fit within my mouth was beyond me. I could feel them pressing up against my lip when I closed my mouth completely.

Those look fucking awesome.

The thought came to me so suddenly that I had almost no resistance to it, I observed those impressive fangs, then I realised I rather liked them. _Pretty effective fangs...no prey will ever get away from me once I sink those in it..._I was quick to notice that if I held my lips in in just the right way, my upper fangs hung over my lower lip and were thus visible even when I had my mouth closed, giving me a vaguely vampire appearance. I did so, then laughed and made a toothy grin at the mirror.

There were only a few of my old teeth left in my mouth, and these I wiggled loose in just a few minutes. There. Though my mouth was still home to far more teeth than a mouth of my size could hold, I couldn't argue with my new teeth. It was impossible to resist the curiosity I felt as I rubbed my fangs' smooth length with my tongue, feeling pleased that such impressive fangs were mine. The thought made my tail twitch...tail?!

My eyes widened as I twisted around, trying to see my backside. The image was clearly evident in the mirror, but even turned around I could see it; what last night had been a nub of skin and bone was now a long, narrow growth perhaps 25cm in length, not overly thick, and tapering to a point at the end. Moreover, the hair - fur? On my ass had spread onto the new growth...alright, I admit it, it's a tail...almost completely covering it. That...fur was spreading fast over my body, it seemed; my ass was entirely covered, no skin visible, and it had began to spread up the small of my back, light and hairlike at first, then apparently thickening into fur as the changes progressed.

Fuck though, a tail? I stuck a hand back and felt the strange new part of my body, wondering how long it was going to get. The feeling of independently having a tail was surreal beyond words; I had no idea how to comprehend the new feeling. And yet at the same time...why do I have a vague recollection that I've always had a tail....it feels right. The tail twitched in my hand as I held it, and I released it, letting it flop over my furry ass. Glancing back at the mirror, I shrugged my shoulders at my reflection, holding up my hands helplessly in a "what can I do?" expression. I couldn't say now what was strangest; the tail, my muzzle full of fangs, or my changing feet.

Brushing one's teeth takes a bit longer when you have three-centimetre-long fangs, but I managed, amazed at how white they were. It felt weird to have my mouth closed, tight and swollen full of too many teeth and a seemingly-growing tongue. The dark shadows on the palm of my hand, I noticed, had now risen; when I turned my hand over I could see a hard, tough mass pressed up against the skin, a dark and cracked surface, hard but pliable; in other words not anywhere near as hard as whatever was about to burst from under my nails. A similar mass had swollen from each of my fingertips, making my fingers seem heavier than usual. All this had the effect of making gripping things, such as my toothbrush, more difficult than ever, but I managed.

After that I went out to the kitchen and searched briskly through the frig, sniffing through the assorted smells for the scent of something tasty. My nose seemed to be more alert than ever, sifting through the hundred scents for just the right one to make my mouth water_. Strange...I'm almost coming to rely on my sense of smell as much as my eyes_...a few things in the frig were starting to spoil, but I felt a curious disinterest in dealing with them. Truly, most of the food in my kitchen no longer appealed as something to eat. The pasta and peas from the night before still sat in the pans on the stove, but as I took out a carton of eggs, my eyes passed over them with no more than a disconcerted glance. Why had I ever considered cooking such things as food? Where nutrition was concerned, the only thing worth eating was meat.

Well, meat and other protein like these eggs. I sat at the table, tossing eggs into my mouth and enjoying the explosion of flavour that appeared whenever I bit through shell and membrane. Walking around the house on the front of my feet was coming more naturally now; I still wobbled a little, and had to steady myself against the wall occasionally, but overall I could get around reasonably well. The underside of my feet - of the part I used - also had dark masses of swollen....something...bursting out from under my skin, which were surprisingly easy to walk on.

I ate the entire carton of eggs without even much thinking about it, tossing, crunching, and swallowing. The pile of discarded teeth inspired on the slightest of interest...why did I even want to keep those teeth anyway? My fangs are much better...

After eating I sat for a short while, looking out the window, drifted off in thought. What to do....want to chase something, to run...it smells good outside, everything sharp from the rainfall...I found my thoughts a little confusing. Come on, Jürgen. I'd been laying around the house for days now; chores were piling up. _Even my house has so many scents in it..._resolving myself to getting caught up, I went back to the kitchen and began running a sink of water. My thumb seemed to have receded a little more, but still not enough that I couldn't grip with it. As I scrubbed plates and glass, I began to wonder if a time would come when I couldn't grip anything at all.

I don't really need thumbs, though....god, what? Where are these thoughts coming from? I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion, but only succeeding in reminding myself that I still had a light headache. Enough, enough. I finished the dishes and left the kitchen, my nose working, with only a vague suspicion I'd forgotten something_. Oh well._ Whatever it was, it must not have been important.

Despite feeling rather apathetic about the whole of it, I managed to get myself to wash two loads of laundry, and to vacuum the living room and bedroom. It was amazing how I felt like my nose was opening me to entirely new worlds of sensation; every act I'd never given much thought to was now inspiring of a multiplicity of scents. Almost voluntarily I found myself sniffing each article of clothing as I put it into the washer, picking up a story from each smell: where I had been, what I had eaten, what kind of mood I had been in while wearing it, almost like watching a movie of my day. Strange...but pretty cool. This could be handy...I realised I was sniffing my own boxers. Okay, enough.

Yet another of the unexplainable aspects of the changes was that they could strike at any time; usually when I was sleeping, but something sparked by nothing beyond whatever it was that was telling my body to change. I had just finished getting a load of laundry started when I abruptly realised that I had forgotten something crucial that morning: to get dressed. How did I forget clothes...I really am loosing it. It seemed ludicrous to be blushing over mere nudity when I was a freak with fangs, a tail, and fur, but blush I did - and quickly went back to my room and put on a pair of boxers. I was about to follow them up with jeans when I paused, looked at my changing feet, and then at my large balls. _I don't know how my legs will go in jeans now...changing shape too much...and my balls weren't very comfortable in clothes yesterday..._desire for comfort won out, and I put the jeans back in the drawer and got into a pair of loose shorts instead.

I'd promised myself I'd try writing today, so my next action was to go to the computer, sit down, and pull up my word processor. As I opened the story I'd been working on, I glanced at my hands, hoping I could still type normally with the growths on my fingers and my thumb receding. Here goes...

As if by magic, a sudden pain shot through my right index finger. Wincing, I held up the hand and watched as...a claw...rose, pushing back the displaced nail. A little blood pooled around the area of skin formerly occupied by the nail, and my fingertip was sharp with pain, but I almost didn't notice it. Claws...that's what I'm growing underneath my nail. My nails are being replaced with claws. Now that I saw what the dark shadows were it seemed incomprehendable that I hadn't noticed right away that they were claws; dark-coloured, hard, and curved. As I flexed each finger in turn, I could see the strain and pressure placed against my nails; all of them were bowed, about to burst loose. The nail on my index finger was almost completely loose now, just held by a little bit of skin, as the new claw settled into its new position. It had literally changed before my eyes.

When a jolt of pain shot through one of my ring-fingers, I already knew what was happening. Within moments my hands felt like they were on fire; each new claw was bursting up to take its place where the nails had been, and moreover my palms hurt too, as did my feet - or what remained of them - as the mass beneath them also broke through. With stinging fingers I pulled back the dry, thin skin from over the new pads, revealing a hard rough mass covering much of my palm, as well as my fingertips. By the way my feet were aching I assumed they were undergoing similar changes, though for the moment looked only at my hands; not wanting to see my fingernails popping off, blood dripping from my fingertips, but just the same fascinated with what was happening to me. Each of the claws moved into position as soon as it was released, curving fiercely - although in reality they were not very sharp - outwards like the talons of a television monster. The claws of my thumbs seemed slightly smaller than the others, but then again my thumbs in general seemed to have undergone changes; they were smaller now, and as before, had receded down the side of my hand.

Deciding I would not be getting any writing done at the moment, I got to go back to the living room, where perhaps I'd lay on the couch until my hands and feet stopped changing. It was just then that I became aware that somewhere in the midst of the present change I had gained a throbbing erection.

The tent in my shorts was plainly evident as I started walking out of the bedroom. A strange thing to be turned on by....but then I became aware of a second fact: my cock was beginning to tingle in the way parts of my body often did before changing. Just as I took notice of this, a new ache shot through my left food and I sank to my knees; I ought not to be standing while I'm changing. My feet ached, as did my hands, but now a heat was beginning to collect in my groin, a powerful, aching heat, but not aching in the sense of pain; aching in the sense of uncontrollable, unfathomable lust. _This tingling has to stop....I'm already hard enough...._but it didn't stop, it got worse, until with a groan I fell forward onto my hands. My new pads felt good against the floor, natural, and I leaned on them as I arched my back, head hung low, eyes clenched tight, pants absurdly tented.

It wasn't just my cock now, either; much of my body was now tingling in anticipation, spread from my groin in radius outward. I could feel odd sensations all over, and for an instant I tried to pinpoint the source of every high, but I couldn't; I felt too fantastic and too horrible in the same moment to have time to determine which exact parts of my body were changing. My dick was throbbing like mad, or so it felt, though at times it also felt too tingly to be mere arousal; at one point, rather, I actually yelped from a sudden pain within it. This was quickly replaced by more pleasure. Need to mate...to breed....to be bred....Inspired, I began lustily humping forward, thrusting my cock into nothing in particular.. The air-humping had the desirable affect of stroking my shaft against my boxers, a wonderfully caressing feeling. And yet...it'd feel better if I didn't have boxers...if I could just air-hump. Or hump something...someone. Need to fuck...

I couldn't stand it. Leaping up, I wobbled into the living room, planning to go the bathroom to jerk off, but instead sprawling against the sofa. I blinked, looked at the large piece of furniture, then quickly pulled myself up so I was leaning partway over it, and began humping against it widely. My thrusts were wild, erratic, and lust-driven, fuelled by a heavy desire to cum. I did not even bother taking off my shorts; the fabric was stimulating in its own right. To some extent my eyes were glazed over with lust, but when I opened them I saw my hands braced against the sofa, claws tearing at the upholstery, pressed in to grip. So caught up was I in my lust that I had not seen the last of my nails be ripped away, but now there was not a trace of them. Really my hands were growing rather pawlike, with the claws, and the pads, and the fur on their tops. Was I turning into some sort of animal or beast? I didn't know, I still had no idea what was happening to me, but now, when I was in the midst of a change and also quite horny, was probably not the time to consider such things.

My tail wagged a little and lifted as I humped the couch. So horny...lift your tail for another male..._I could feel tingling all over my body, some also near my ass, and wondered if I was so caught up in my lust that I now imagined another male servicing my butt, creating the sensation of having tingling there. _Oh fuck here it comes...I gave two more hard thrusts and felt my swollen cock begin to pulse and release cum into my shorts.

A sharp whine hissed from between my fangs as the powerful orgasm raged through my shaft, causing me to continue humping for at least a minute after the throbbing sensations had began to lose a little of their ferocity. I panted; tongue hanging over my teeth, as I slowly came down from the high. It had been one of the most incredible orgasms I'd ever had, beyond doubt; the kind that left me almost gasping for breath, glassy-eyed and vaguely grinning. I could scent my cum clearly, a thick musky scent that was all me. Should I change my boxers now...they are wet after all...maybe at least check out my cock to see what changes have come to it...

Usually my cock deflated quickly after I'd got off, but as I sat on the sofa and started pushing down my shorts, my shaft was still just as hard it had been before I'd cum, and as I recovered, I became curious as to what was causing the continued hardness. My boxers were indeed very wet, and the dampness was soaking through my shorts as well. I pulled my boxers down off my wet shaft, and studied it.

It was not overly different in size, perhaps a few centimetres longer but not many, and maybe a little girthier. What _was_changing was the colour - it was now a different shade of pink than it had been before, and crisscrossed with bright red veins. Moreover, the glans had began to slightly narrow, hinting that the mushroom shape was changing to become more of a point. Intrigued, I touched it - and was instantly shocked. It was incredibly hard, far more than my erect cock had ever been before, like bone almost - nowhere near as spongy and pliable as I was used to. In the past I could have bent my cock (perhaps not comfortably) even when it was erect, but just from one touch I knew my new shaft was far too rigid and hard to bend even a little.

Below it my public hair had largely vanished and been replaced by fur, and my balls...I dragged my attention off my curiously-hard cock and lifted my jewels for another inspection. They were definitely still growing, not at a fast pace by any means, but noticeably larger. All the hairs were gone now, replaced only by a very light and downy covering of fur; over black skin. The skin itself did not seem as loose as it had been prior to when I had began changing, either; rather my balls had grown enough to fill up all the looseness, so they were plump and full even now after I had just emptied them. Having these between my legs makes me feel like a man...though I won't be able to fit them into my jeans again. I rolled them in my altered hand, caressing them with the pads of my fingers.

Afterward I put my wet shorts and boxers back on, not minding the dampness - in fact I rather appreciated having my scent on me; it lent a pleasant smell to the air. Instead of trying to go back to the bedroom and write, however, I laid on the sofa, hands behind my head, thinking. In the past my changes had occurred mostly at night, or while I was sleeping, but now they seemed to have progressed to a point at which I could change while awake...and not only that, once I started changing, one change inspired another. That was how it had gone; first my hands, then my feet, then my cock, and who knew what else. I knew for a fact my fur was still spreading over my body, though not at a very speedy rate. What change would be next?

Rather bored...need to run...lonely...

I dozed on the sofa for a little while before finally managing to get myself up from the sofa. I'd better do something with my day....spend my day humping things..._I laughed at myself, amused at the things that came to mind. No, I couldn't spend all day beating off, fun though that might be. I got a book and went to try reading, but found to my annoyance, at first anyway, that I could not get my eyes to focus on the page. Everytime I'd try, I would read a line or two, then my mind would be elsewhere, gone, and I'd have to start over again when again it returned to the present moment. _What am I going to eat tonight...need to find a pack...what is that smell?! Many confusing and jumbled thoughts wandered through my mind, and soon I began to question my reasoning for deciding reading was a good use of my time. It's just some paper with squiggles on it...I guess it means something but really its meh...

The book slid off my lap, fell to the floor, and lay ignored. A moment later I could not even remember what book it had been, but in any case it didn't matter, I had no need for books. Hadn't I wanted to make a living writing them? I could recall wanting to write, feeling the need to write, but now that need seemed gone, all motivation vanished. It simply wasn't worth thinking about.

Leaning back into the couch, I absently scratched at my neck with a claw. For the last few minutes I'd caught a faint whiff of some new scent, the identity of which I could not deny. So tantalising...what can it be...I drew in deep breaths of air, trying to determine from what part of the room the scent had originated, but it had disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Damn. I was starting to feel hungry, but I hadn't got any more meat out to thaw, and the idea of chowing down on frozen steak did not necessarily appeal. I'd also began to notice a strange itch in my ass, somewhere I'd also felt tingling during the last change as well as before that. Perhaps I was changing, still.

Food came first. Need to hunt...I sniffed the air, testing it for possible food. The only edible scents were those coming from the kitchen, so I went to it. Lots of food smells coming from the big white box...the refrigerator...I opened the door of the freezer, spotted a package of steaks, and tossed them on the counter. _Now for a snack..._I closed the freezer and dropped to my knees to look in the frig.

There wasn't much food in it, really, just a variety of vegetables, some in varied stages of decomposing, and an even greater variety of various other substances smelling vaguely of chemicals. Possibly edible, but not ideal. I pawed through the shelves, knocking several objects off them onto the floor. The scent of meat was here, nothing big, but enough for a quick snack. I leaned closer, sniffing along each shelf. Yes...it's the middle shelf. Happily I pawed out half the items on the shelf in question, sniffing each one, until I came to a cylinder in plastic wrap. Liverwurst. My muzzle was already salivating as I ripped the plastic wrap away with my teeth, lifting up the meat with my hand and biting it in half. I ate it in two gulps, a very small snack, unfortunately, but better than nothing.

Satisfied, I stood up without bothering to pick up things that had fallen out of the refrigerator. The itching from my ass was back again, and I reached back and scratched between my cheeks. Better see if anything else has changed...As I walked back into the living room I again caught a faint scent of that delightful smell I'd been getting the last half-hour, and I whined, wanting to find out what it was.

My shorts came off quickly, followed by my boxers. My cock had deflated by now, but it had not, I noticed, gone flaccid - while much thinner than it had been when erect, and less lengthy, it was still rigidly straight. When I touched my fingers to it I found it was still very hard. Once again I was given the impression of bone, and I wondered.

Putting one hand on the floor, I reached back with the other and began feeling around. My tail had been growing all day, I knew that, it had added a bit more length since the morning. My attention now was below it - and with an unexpected excitement I realised I was right about that there were more changes. My ass cheeks, I understood as my fingers felt around the hair and muscle, were melting - that is to say they were spreading, so that while they still meshed together, the fit was not as close as it had once been; they seemed to be pulling apart from each other. This discovery warranted a closer look, so I went to the main bathroom - the one accessible from the living room, which had a floor-length mirror - turned around, and looked over my shoulder at my reflection. Yes, definitely spreading...kind of obscene, almost, I feel exposed...and my hole is moving, too...The mirror had revealed that in addition to the pulling-apart of my ass cheeks, my asshole had apparently moved upwards a little, as it was no longer quite so close to my balls. The difference was not major, only three centimetres or so higher than before, but that it was wandering was undeniable. Looks like it's a little bigger too...

I studied my changed ass with interest for a few moments before going back to the living room. I had no idea what these changes meant, but they had not really explained the itch; at least it did not seem to be caused by them. That appealing scent was back again, and stronger now. I lifted my nose and drank it.

Still, that itch...I reached back again and began feeling more carefully along my crack, or what had been my crack, testing and tracing, though to be honest, it would have been easier if I didn't have a claw on the end of each finger. _Ah, near my hole..._I shamelessly traced the rim of my asshole, caressing the soft-furred area surrounding it. Abruptly, something unexpected appeared underneath my finger, just to the side of my hole. I rubbed it curiously, a lightly swollen area, definitely the source of the itch. As my fingertip teased the spot a somewhat stronger trace of the scent I'd been tracking wafted past my nose, and suddenly a new thought occurred to me. Could I be smelling myself?

My curiosity was only increasing as I brought my finger to my nose and sniffed. There. I pressed my nose against my fingerpad, trying to get a grasp of the scent's makeup, so I could always identify it in the future. It was my own scent, I knew that now; my body was producing it in whatever that little swollen area was. A strong, heady scent, but curiously interesting; when smelling it up so close I couldn't decide whether I liked it or not. Getting onto all fours, a position which, strangely, was feeling increasingly comfortable, I tried stretching my head and shoulders as far around as they could go, trying to get my nose closer to my backside. Wow...I'm getting flexible...such an interesting scent...While I could in no way reach it, of course, I could at least stretch farther than I normally could, and thus positioned, I paused a moment, nose poised to take in my scents and decipher them.

The heavy scent, the swollen feeling of the spot producing it, seemed to carry a message, a hint I needed to do something. I wracked my mind for what this might mean. The itch remained, another indication that action on my part was required, but besides scratching...frustrated, I sat down and started shuffling my butt back and forth on the carpet.

The affect was almost instantaneous, an immediate tonic to the itching. _Maybe all I needed to do was scratch after all..._I began pulling myself around on the carpet, using my hands to drag my butt across it, creating a delightful sensation of relief. Almost growling in delight, I proceeded to drag myself back and forth for a couple minutes, until the itching had entirely subsided. When I felt the area next to my hole, it did not feel as swollen. Whatever I'd done, it had been the right thing.

It's like I'm learning all over again...how to handle my body. The thought was daunting, considering how much I was changing, but at the same time I felt pleased with myself for solving this little issue, and being pleased only increased when I sniffed the carpet and found it now smelled distinctly of my scent. Somehow this scent-marking seemed necessary for me to really call my house mine. _Need to mark all the rooms...make clear it's my territory...get my scent in everything..._suddenly I realised my tail had started wagging, initially seemingly on its own accord, but no, it wasn't - I was wagging it, because I was happy. I grinned, my tongue lolling out of my muzzle; my tail wagged, I glanced down and watched my cock add another three centimetres in length, just like that. My cock was growing, could I believe that? My tail wagged harder.

I felt alive, I felt good. Not only that, but with the changes to my cock and balls, the spreading of my ass, and the new addition of interesting scents from my backside, I felt male, male in a way I never had before. It was a cool feeling, and I forgot all about my horror over what had been happening to me.

Unfortunately, it did not last. Perhaps in my happiness I merely missed the tingling sensations and hints of nausea that suggested a big change was about to begin; perhaps when my cock had started growing again that had been inspired not by my happiness but as the beginning of the change. Either way, one moment I was sitting happily on the living room floor, tail wagging, occasionally bending over to assure myself once again that my scent was firmly set into the carpet, and the next my skull was gripped with an awful explosion of pain, beginning inward and rippling outward through the bone. It caught me so off-guard that I yelped in agony, grabbing my head in my hands and scratching at it, as if that could take away the pain. I remained so only for a moment before falling forward on my hands, teeth gritted, eyes clenched shut.

The last time I had felt like this, sometime the previous night, the pain had been centred on the lower front of my face, that area of it which was growing outwards. This time the area I was beginning to think of as my muzzle was definitely growing again, pushing outward so I could now see my now-black nose in front of my face, cheekbones and jawbones stretching, becoming longer, narrower, as my teeth popped, gaining more room with every moment forward. It was an agonising sensation to feel your bones actually changing, especially when that bone was my skull; such agony that I thrust my head up, neck stretched, muzzle open, and gave a howl of anguish, the cry echoing from between my long fangs - which themselves seemed to be growing again, getting longer and wickeder than ever.

It was so incredibly awful that I could not even process coherent thoughts to think about it. I cried, groaned, howled, straining with opened muzzle, but really there was nothing to do but wait, ride out the change and hope I wouldn't go mad from the pain before it ended. It wasn't only my muzzle, either; this time my forehead too was attacked, except it, rather than growing outward, was collapsing backwards, receding at roughly the same speed my lower face was growing out. The top of my skull too was changing, morphing into I knew not what. My entire skull felt like it was being in one breath squeezed, crushed, condensed; moulded like clay.

I was laying on my side, hands incoherently grabbing at my bulging face, whimpering like a scared pup, when misery blossomed in an entirely new part of my body: my back. Out of nowhere it came, a gripping surge of power that caused me to arch my back in torment, clawing at the air with my hands. Wanting to escape it, I leapt to all fours and ran two or three steps on hands and feet before another surge of spine-shocking change brought me to a halt, once again causing me to arch my back and groan in torture. My suffering had been awful enough to endure when it was my head changing, but now with my spine being stretched and reshaped besides it was more than I could bear. I snarled, howled, and wanted to die.

Pain...

Pain...

Pain...

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Some time later I found myself laying on my side, stretched across the living room carpet, with my arms and legs thrown outward from my body, and a little drool running out of my muzzle. My body ached in the aftermath of the change, but the burning pain had, at least, faded. I could not say whether I had slept - this seemed unlikely - or merely just gone into shock, but I felt exhausted, drained of all energy and enthusiasm. My euphoria was gone, replaced only by the same desperate question: what's happening to me?

When finally I got up I found I had new changes to live with. My back is hunched now...shoulders up...that was what was happening to my spine. Warily, lest I bring on a new barrage of pain, I touched a hand to my face, and found that my muzzle had more than doubled in length, now forming a significant bulge of jaw and nose outward from my face. My nose was definitely damp to the touch. The top of my head had receded slightly, leaving less a prominent rise at back of the lengthening bridge of my nose - it seemed evident my head was now to be longer than taller. The fur on top of it seemed to have begin spreading down over my forehead, almost to my eyes.

Outside in the street, a few people walked by, their voices audible even within my house. I cringed at the sound, and glanced around for a place to hide.Humans...danger...do not be seen...by pricked ears discerned that the people were only going down the street, not towards my house, but in my despair I crept, on my feet but hunched over, and crawled under the desk. There, cramped up in a space too small for me, I crouched, trying to process all that had happened to me, while watching nervously for any new danger. My body ached, and my confused, disconnected mind did too.