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Thomas muttered quietly as he wandered into the office. He wasn’t ready for another day of work out here. Much less at this job. Sure, it paid the bills but it was chipping away at his mental state. Glancing down a hall, he could hear dozens of voices coming from other rooms. Each reading off from whatever script they’d been given. The majority getting cut off after a few words, only to start repeating their lines as the computer connected them to someone else. He sighed quietly and sipped his coffee as he slid into the small room that claimed to be an office. It was barely big enough for the computers, much less the two people they usually shoved in here.

Some nights it wasn’t so bad, but tonight they were gonna be cramped again.

William looked up with a slightly sheepish grin, “Sorry, folks couldn’t watch him today.” The blond-haired guy leaned down to give his rottweiler’s side a heavy thump, “Zeus is a good boy isn’t he?”

He stepped over the big rottie, “He is so long as you haven’t been feeding him scraps.” Thomas sighed again as he turned to sit in the chair. Wincing as the crappy foam bottomed out, plywood digging into his thighs. “Last thing I need today is bringing down the wrath of Zeus’ thunderous backside on me.” Reaching out, he rubbed the dog’s side with his foot. The softie of a rottweiler rolled over with a panting grin. Simply seeming to enjoy having someone pay attention to him.

Getting settled in only took a moment. Will resting chin on palm as he waited for the computer to finish starting up. Just that moment of being paid to sit around before being fed a script he’d have to regurgitate to some poor sap on the other end of the phone.

Headset on, it was time for work. He just let his eyes focus on the middle distance as the screen came up. Script on one side, and numbers on the other. He waited, idly watching as it started to go down the list. The call would connect, recorded message start, and then hang up. Then repeat. Dial, connect, recorded message, hang up. Most hung up, others mashed buttons to be put on the ‘do not call’ list. Which only meant that their number was transferred to another room for another script.

“So, planning on anything for the weekend?” Will rocked back in his chair, eyes narrowed as he waited for someone to connect.

Thomas shrugged, “Dunno. Go home and not worry about…” Click. “Canadian Revenue,” his eyes darted to a notepad, “This is Agent Stern, how can I help you today?” at which point he had to lean his head to the4 side and wince as the person began to shout at him. Readily and happily calling him every name under the sun, insulting everyone in his family, and then demanding to be put on the list. He rolled his eyes, “and not worry about answering a phone. Probably turn mine off at this rate.”

Will snort-laughed, “Oh I know how that is. Sitting here all day long just don’t wanna talk to…” he fell quiet, “Canadian Re…” then rolled his eyes as the shouting started again.

It was the same story every shift. They might get a couple people to talk, but most just wanted to yell and vent. They were an easy target and he’d learned pretty fast on how to just tune people out. Though only so much that he could do that.

Call after call came through. Thomas keeping his eye on the clock as time ticked down. A couple hours in, he got up to stretch his legs. Without even looking, Will offered him Zeus’ leash. It was a good excuse to let him get up and stretch. That was about the only good thing here was that it was a dog friendly work place. His boss might give him the stink-eye for getting away from his computer, but he was within his rights. Just so long as he didn’t take too long with it. Zeus was just happy to get up and stretch, the big rottie happily trundling alongside Thomas as he wandered out of their office/closet.

Wouldn’t be a long break, never was. He took the stairs down to get that little bit extra time before wandering through the lot. Yawning quietly as Zeus took his time sniffing every bush and tree in the lot like he hadn’t smelled them a hundred times before.

Zeus did his thing and it was back inside with only a quick detour to get a drink. Will was on the phone as he slipped back into the office, reading off the script and answering as he was supposed to. Seems like he got a sucked finally. Didn’t happen often, but often enough their bosses kept running the racket. Thomas took the leash off, gave Zeus’ side a pat, and dropped into his seat again.

Then right back where he’d been ten minutes ago. Just waiting until he could get a call before trying to get some of his script out. At least make it seem like he was making an effort. He knew that these calls were listened to and judged. They’d already given him a few warnings, didn’t wanna make it worse.

Click, “Canadian Revenue, this is Agent Jones.”

An older voice, creaking quietly with age just barely whispered across the line, “Why do you people insist on calling me. I keep swearing that one day I’m going to do something that will make you lot regret trying to take advantage of an old widow.” Normally Thomas could feel his heart breaking when he heard this. They were taking advantage of countless people each day, but he always told himself that if they were gullible enough to fall for such an obvious scam then it wasn’t really his fault. Bills had to be paid and he had to eat, didn’t he?

There was something different about her tone of voice. A low chill to her words that sent a shiver up his spine. Each word echoed and scraped through the receiver, “If you apologize for your ways now then we will never meet or speak again. However, if you decide to continue down this path then I will be forced to act. Believe me, you will not like this.”

He swallowed, staring at the computer screen. It was hard to focus on the prompt. Eyes blurring and unfocusing, shaking his head with a huff as cold sweat began to pop along his forehead. “M-ma’am I’m sorry, but…”

Her sigh cut him off. “So that’s how it’s going to be.” The room seemed to darken as her voice echoed through the earpiece, uttering something in some language he couldn’t begin to comprehend. His breath caught in his throat, refusing to be let loose even as his chest tightened. Each word sinking into him. Swirling through his mind and digging in with a chill that cut him to the core. Thomas shuddered as the air was pressed from him. He’d even swear that he saw his breath curl into mist as the usually sweltering room dropped to near freezing.

A blink. A breath. Everything lurched back with enough force that he nearly went head-first onto his desk. Eyes wide and panting as that voice whispered in his ear, “There we go.” Before the line cut and he wrenched himself back with a gasp.

Will leaned in, “Hey, you okay?” he almost whispered, covering his mic. “Yes Sir, this is a very serious matter.”

Thomas’ hand shook as he rubbed his face. What on Earth had happened? He’d been yelled at, cursed out, and more, but never had anything like that happen. Zeus let out a worried whine and leaned in to nuzzle his hand. The dog jumping with a startled yelp as static popped between his nose and Thomas’ hand.

He jumped as well, fingers going numb from the shock. “Yeah,” he kept his voice down. Laughing quietly to himself, “Work’s getting to me is all.” He rubbed his fingers as that tingling numbness spread before vanishing. Patting his knee, he coaxes Zeus back over, giving the big dog’s head a rub. “Just been one of those weeks I guess.” He leaned back, chair creaking and popping, threatening to break as it always did. Zeus just snorted towards him and shoved his large head into Thomas’ lap, rear wiggling as he wagged.

Leaning back, Will sighed as the phone clicked. “Hey,” he looked over with a grin, “I can slip out a bit early and get something good. Whatdya say?”

Putting both hands on Zeus’ muzzle, he pushed and rubbed, the rottweiler just grinning and panting. “Yeah, sounds good.” He glanced towards the screens and the timer that was ticking down on them. Legally, they had to have regular breaks, but management liked to push it. So what if they decided to cover each other and slip out on occasion? A couple minutes here and there was good for the soul. Tiny act of rebellion were a balm. “What about that Indian place?”

Zeus snorted at him and drove his massive head in between Thomas’ legs, burying his nose into his gut. He grunted as the dog drove him back, chair wheels bumping off the cheap plastic. Will kept an eye on his computer, “That’s a couple blocks off. Probably take a half-hour before I’m back? You good with that?”

Thomas grunted as Zeus snorted and sniffed about him, “For their chicken tikka? More than.” Turning his attention to the rottie, “What? I took you out and don’t have anything to eat on me, so what are you sniffing?”

His only answer came in the form of more butt wiggles as he cupped and rubbed the canine’s face. Zeus just panting happily as attention was paid to him. “Alright, keep an eye on my computer then, log me out when you can.” Will hummed a sneaking theme as he got up, peered outside, and slipped out the door. Thomas rolling his eyes and chuckling to himself. Just petting Zeus’ head and wiggling his floppy ears.

Leaning forward, he nudged both computer screens around so he could watch them. Ready to grab Will’s headset if someone actually buzzed up. Though, way things had been going he was hopeful nothing would happen. Give him a chance to shake off whatever had happened with that last call.

It was a strange thing, he’d never experienced anything like that. All the threats, all the cursing, everything he’d been through and that was the one to shake him? Some sweet old lady utter some spooky words and now he was shaken? There really was no explaining it right now. Just had to take things in stride. Breathe for a little while, wait for Will to get back with some food food. Above all else, remember that he had Zeus to pet and rub on. Which was always helpful even if the dog was getting fur everywhere.

“I’ll never figure out how you shed so much.” Thomas sighed, patting his legs to knock the brown and black fur off his jeans. Zeus’ fur was all over his pants, his shirt, and his hands. Except the fur on his hands wasn’t coming off. “Did your drool get this st…” he hissed as he tried to pick at the hair, finding it firmly stuck to his hands. “What in the…”

Thomas trailed off as he brushed at his hand. Watching as dark patches of fur began to slowly push free and form. There was that strange tingling numbness again as the hair grew and flowed over his hands. His heart started to hammer in his chest as he watched this happening. Picking at the fur only seemed to speed it up again. The human male staring blankly as he held his hand up. His fingers were starting to change as well. Growing thicker, nails darkening, and that hair spreading faster. “What in the…”

Before the thought could be finished, Zeus let out a low, “Werf,” and lunged to bury his head in Thomas’s stomach again. The rottweiler was not a small dog by any means, large for even his breed, and pretty solid muscle. Pair that with the dog’s surprising enthusiasm and Thomas’ breath burst from him as he was slammed back into the chair. A chair whose back had enough, the plywood splintering as the loosened bolts pulled free. He managed a yelp of his own as he was bowled off the chair, headset ripping away from his head as he slammed onto the ground.

“Zeus!” he gasped, “what is gotten into you?” There he lay on the ground, trying to catch his breath, as the rottie charged about the small office. Zeus was usually good with just a walk, he’d never seen the big dog get the zoomies. Much less been in the path of it. Which is where he found himself as the big dog charged and bound over him, foot slamming into his gut with enough force to drive a breathless grunt from the man.

Thomas winced and rubbed his stomach, “Zeus what are…” he trailed off as his hand ran over his stomach. His shirt had been jerked up, exposing his belly. A belly that was gaining a fuzz of fur as well, and… extra nipples?

His breath started to come in shorter gulps as he lifted his head and looked down. The fur was spreading further, dark brown and black rippling down his body and covering his flank. It wasn’t just the fur either. His entire body was starting to change as well. Skin rippling and pulling tight about his body as bones began to grate and shift within him. As he watched, his fingers grew thicker and shorter, hands twisting and popping until they started to resemble paws more than hands.

Panic set in as he tried to push himself upright and stand. His limbs refused to work and bend like he was used to as they changed. Thomas tried to ask what was wrong, but his words came out as a slurred, whining noise. He managed to get onto his knees, staring blankly as his face shifted before him. Growing wider, longer, bones cracking painlessly as his form altered.

Thomas was so caught up in his change that he didn’t notice Zeus’ interest. The rottweiler ambling over and sniffing at him curiously. His curious noise taking on a deeper note as Thomas’ familiar scent took on a new edge to it. One that drove the dog to growl as the pants got in his way.

What was going on. Had he hit his head and this was all a dream now? Thomas’ form started to shake as he looked down at his hands and arms, feeling the changes as they tingled and raced through his form. Did that woman do something to him? Fears of magic and gypsy curses raced through him, fighting with the logical part that said this couldn’t be happening. That magic didn’t exist. Yeah, he must have just hit his head and was hallucinating all this. Everything was stressful, it could happen.

Before he could settle into the less distressing idea that he was just hallucinating, teeth closed about his pants and pulled. He twisted about with a yelp. Just in time to see Zeus’ maw go wide as the rottie lunged forward. Those heavy jaws snapped onto his back pocket and tugged, the heavy dog digging all fours into the ground and yanking.

Sitting in an office chair for eight hours a day hadn’t done any favors to Thomas’ waist, but now that his body was changing, his pants were getting far looser. Loose enough that Zeus was easily able to jerk them down and back. Thomas instinctively bracing himself and trying to pull away.

Jeans slipped then ripped as he jerked away from the dog. He tried to yell at the dog and kick at him, but the sound came out as a croaking that snapped into a near bark. What was going on, why had the usually docile, gentle rottweiler suddenly gotten this aggressive? Denim ripped as the two pulled away, Thomas tumbling onto his side as Zeus backed up a few steps. Torn cloth in his mouth as he looked at the changing human with perked ears. His rear wiggled as he barreled forward, pouncing towards the strangeness that lay before him.

His teeth found the underwear next. Thomas uttering a growl that almost sounded like, “Stop!” as he was tugged. Hips lifting and getting swung. Body feeling weak as it continued to change. Zeus, strong as ever, was easily able to rip his boxers away. Backing up a step and shaking his shredded underwear prize before dropping it. Uncropped ears perking as his nose twitched.

“Wharrrr donnn…” Thomas managed to growl out as his throat continued to change. The half-human, half-dog trying to steady himself on knees and elbows so he could stand. Legs wobbling and threatening to give out at any second.

Zeus’ icy cold nose bumped against his sac and sniffed.

That was enough to make any guy jump, then the dog’s wide tongue slapped against him and something else shot up his spine. Thomas bit back his yelp of surprise as the tongue lapped eagerly at him. He twisted to look at the dog, finding himself staring along his own belly and below. A cold fear growing in his gut as he watched his own cock as it finished retreating. His sac pulling tighter against his body, the shape changing as his flesh darkened. That flesh taking on a distinctive spade-like shape that Zeus was greedily lapping at.

Thomas had moved beyond shock now, he was growing strangely numb to the changes. If it hadn’t been for Zeus licking at him, he would have likely curled up into a ball under the desk. That steady, insistent lapping was sparking something else within him. A strange heat that began to make his gut clench and twist. It was like getting a blowjob, but both more intense and perverse. It wasn’t until the tongue began to push into that reshaped flesh that it dawned on him what had fully happened. He found his hips rocking back towards the tongue as a whine built in his throat. The motion entirely involuntary as his spade grew wet and swollen under the dog’s attention.

Not only was he somehow turning into a dog; but he was turning into a female!

As if sensing that rising panic, or perhaps because he’d gotten enough of a taste, Zeus lunged forward. Heavy forepaws closing about his hips and jerking Thomas’s hips up and back.

Zeus’ fat sheath slammed against his rear… her rear… what even was Thomas? He didn’t have much time to wax philosophical or ponder on the mystery of it all. Not with the rottie’s breath puffing against his neck and that cock jabbing him. Hard length spitting hot precum against his rear. Painting bare flesh then matting fur as it continued to spread across his body.

Breath caught in his throat as the chiseled, hot tip of Zeus’ cock found his inflamed spade. No preamble, no gentle teasing, it found its mark and was slammed in. Thomas yelping, hand clamping over his mouth as Zeus’ sheath bunched against his no-longer untested sex.

The cock was slender, and while it certainly ached to have his newly made walls spread, it wasn’t unpleasant. The feel of the male over him, paws gripping tight about his hips, cock buried sheath-deep within him, it was… hard to describe. He found his legs locking up and head dipping without even thinking.

Zeus only gave Thomas an instant to adjust before he dig in deeper. Claws scraping over his side as the rottie leaned over. His hips barely even moving with the animalistic thrusts. Thomas’ eyes rolling back as the ferocity of it started to send jolts and spikes of pleasure racing up his spine. Zeus’ large head laid on his back, nearly touching his shoulder. Drool running down the dog’s mouth and dripping onto his shirt. Low growls and grunts sounding from both as those heavy balls slapped his belly.

Fingers dug into the ancient carpet as a whine built in his throat. Eyes rolling back slowly as she felt the male’s body hammering hers. Ass rippling with each rapid, shallow thrusts. Warmth spreading through her core as that pleasure started to build. Nostrils flaring as the were-dog took a deep breath. Taking a deep whiff of Zeus’ musky scent and her own fertile aroma.

Maybe it was some last human part of her, perhaps it was the scent, or it could have even been Zeus’ brutal fucking; but Thomas felt his mind surge into motion. Whatever happened, be it magic or just dream state, she knew that if Zeus finished in her that it would all be done for. There’d be no coming back from it if he tied with her. She’d probably be stuck as a dog, or at the very least be stuck with the knowledge of having fucked a dog!

Her knowledge of how dogs had sex wasn’t great. A few nature documentaries and watching strays and the family dog as a kid. Sex didn’t last long, but so long as she got away before he knotted her it should be okay. Shouldn’t it?

As if sensing her hesitation, Zeus’ jaws snapped inches from the back of her head. The large canine throwing his weight forward as he tried to grab at her scruff. Thomas grunted as his jaws closed about the back of her shirt and tugged. His paws tightening about her hips as she tried to squirm. Feet coming up and free of shoes and socks.

Thomas’ growl rolling up her throat as she shifted. Body steadily becoming more canine by the second. She twisted under Zeus and reached back. Her thick fingers sliding along the downy fur of her belly, in between two rows of teats, and down to her spade. She could feel it, hot to the touch and dripping their arousal. Worse than that, she could feel the swell of his knot and how it was stretching her flesh. Making it distend and tug with each rock of his hips. Panic rising again with the knowledge that she couldn’t delay.

A low whine grew in her throat as thick fingers fumbled with her spade. Wobbling with each of his wild thrusts as she tried to work her spade off his growing bulge. Wincing as it grew larger within her body. Not just that, but his shaft was growing engorged as well. Pressing against her walls and making her hips stir back without thought. Some canine instinct driving her body into his even as her fingers tried to get him off.

Her arm changed, elbow popping and flesh twisting. A yell of frustration rolling up as her stubby hand went fully to a dog’s paw. The already awkward position dumping Thomas onto her side. Zeus jerking on hips and shirt as he tried to wrench her upright.

The shirt gave away with a riiiiip, letting Thomas drop fully to the ground. A yelp breaking free as Zeus’ mostly engorged knot came free with a heavy POP and a slight rush of watery precum. The male coming down on all fours, body hunching forward as his hips continued to jerk forward. Maw hanging open as he panted, drool rolling from his maw. His sheath rubbing against his knot enough to stimulate the male right to his end. Watery cum spurting down onto the female rottweiler that collapsed under him.

Chest heaved as Thomas lay there, trying to recover after everything that happened. A low whine building in her throat as she wiggled about on the ground. Squirming her way out from under Zeus before trying to stand up. She got as far as getting onto her hind legs before her weight shifted again, throwing her forward. A whine breaking up her throat as she twisted to look over her body.

Gone was every trace of her ever having been human. Just the scattering of clothes on the ground, discarded and ripped, showed that there had ever been a Thomas there. Now she was something else. A dog with the mind of a human. Not that his logical, thinking mind was doing her any favors right now. It was just going on with the loop of ‘oh God I’m a dog!” over an over. Which, while entirely truthful, was hardly helpful in the current situation.

Her nose twitched as she sighed. Scents overloaded her senses and stalled her thought for a moment. The chemicals in the carpet, smell of the cleaning agents, computers, Zeus’ heavy musk, her and Will’s scent, and so many things she couldn’t begin to guess at flooded her nose. Something about that surge of scents was enough to get her mind unstuck from the loop.

Unfortunately, it goes her mind on another track. She became aware of that dull ache that was radiating from her groin. It wasn’t from the pain of being stretched or having that knot ripped out. It was something else. Like having an itch that couldn’t be scratched. Her head was drawn towards Zeus as the big dog flopped onto his side. Attention honing in on the male’s groin as his head dipped and began to lap at his cock. Her whole world’s focus zeroed to that length as it twitched. Zeus’ knot going down enough for his sheath to slide back up and cover it.

She found herself drawn to it like a needle to a magnet. Zeus’ large head swinging up to look at her as the big rottweiler sniffed towards her. A growl made her dip her head and whine. Hesitating a moment before she stepped closer and sniffed, offering a lick to that plump sheath.

That taste sparked something inside her mind. A whine building in her throat. Not scared or worried this time, but the needy whimper of a bitch in heat. Which is what she was now.

She found herself backing up and turning around. The primal, canine part of her stamping out that squeaking human voice. Looking over her shoulder, she waved her tail and uttered a quiet, “Ruff,” at Zeus. The rottweiler giving her an oddly curious look before standing. His head dipped to sniff at her again. Her tail wagging faster as the male’s cold nose bumped her burning spade. Then his tongue. Oh his tongue felt wonderful as it slapped her. Swollen, slick flesh easily parting as he sampled her. Bits of her juices and his watery precum clung to her flesh, readily getting lapped up by the male.

Her whine lifted as she grew anxious. Twisting away from the male and turning to press against him. Her smaller frame hopping against his solidly built body. Zeus met her whine with a playful growl, mouthing at her as he frolicked as well. The rottie pair rearing and paying, bouncing around each other in a tight circle. Low growls and woofs sounding from them.

Thomas planted his feet and waited. Zeus eagerly rearing and grabbing on, jerking his partner back. A shiver raced down her body, flesh pulling tight and spade lifting as the male hunched over her. His wide head pressed to her neck as his hips battered her. Hot cum freely spurting against her backside as his tip jabbed her body. Each thrust coming so close to striking home, but not landing. His grunts turned into a growl as the male dismounted. Nose burying against her spade to lick again. Her hips bucking back towards him as deep, needy noises curled about her throat.

Again they parted, zipping about the room. Barely avoiding tripping over cables and chairs before she stopped again. Zeus barreling towards her and practically leaping. His weight crashing onto her hips as he slammed his body forward.

Zeus didn’t miss this time. His spitting, chiseled cock found her entrance and readily slammed in. Drawing a quiet yelp from her as he grunted happily. His large head pressing to her neck as his paws curled about her thighs. Drawing her tight against him as those hips began to rail away. He wasn’t going to slow this time, not until he was tied with her. She could feel it and she was blissful!

Her spade clenched around him as best she could. Hips arching and bucking back as his cock stroked her clit. Each rapid, shallow pound sending jolts up her back. Thomas rolled her head and shuddered as she was quickly brought to her peak. Eyes rolling back as she uttered whining, grunting calls. Raw pleasure like she’d never experienced coursing up and down her spine. This was good, better than she’d imagined. All she had to do was relax and let it happen, there was nothing wrong with this. She was a dog and so was he. What they were doing was wholly natural and expected.

Rocking her body back into his thrusts, the newly made bitch groaned happily. This was wonderful! She couldn’t help but press back as his hips hammered hers. Everything about it was utterly blissful. How he was stretching her slowly, the feel of his balls clapping her belly, and his claws digging at her? Fuck it was great!

“Hello? What’s going on?”

The voice made her ear twitch. It was coming from the headset she’d been wearing mere minutes before. Thomas had no idea who it was, other than some poor sap, but it was enough to spark that recognition in her mind. She wasn’t a dog, she was Thomas! She was a human male, not some bitch!

As the realization hit, she became keenly aware of the male’s knot. It was big and getting larger, stretching her aching flesh. Her pleasure was starting to spike again as his engorged bulb pressed to her clit. Trapping it against his knot as it throbbed, getting thicker by the second. She’d have to act fast if she wanted to get away.

Zeus felt the shift of the bitch under him and let out a low growl. Head twisting to bite at her scruff, forepaws tightening their hold on her hips. Thomas could feel the warning growl rolling around his chest. He’d been denied once and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. No sooner did she try to pull away than he lunged against her tighter. One leg kicking up to almost stand on her back leg. Thomas’ mind raced, thinking back to the tuck and roll she’d done accidentally.

So she went for that.

He stepped with her this time, driving her to the ground as his pace grew frantic. His bulk pinned her to the ground as his knot grew that last bit. The male’s sharply pointed tip reaching her deepest depths and growing. Making sure that not a drop of his watery seed would be wasted. A high-pitched yelp breaking free of her as he grew to his full size, stretching her painfully.

Oh God, or Gods or whatever! What did she do to deserve this?! Her only hope was that Will would be back soon, maybe she could somehow get a message to him. Not sure what he could do, but there had to be something that he could manage?

Zeus panted, released her neck, and twisted. The rottweiler half-turning, his knotted length twisting within her walls and drawing a shudder from the bitch. She could feel his balls pressing to her rear, throbbing as they continued to unload his seed into her. Cooling that fire that burned in her gut more with each twitch of his member. Seed splashing against her cervix and steadily leaking into her womb. Thomas could almost imagine those little canine swimmers swarming deep, racing to get to whatever eggs were laying in wait.

Surely Will could do something when he got here. Couldn’t he?

Fuck he was late. Will grumbled curses under his breath as he rushed back to the office, bag of food swinging in his hand. There’d been a longer line than he’d expected, so he was cutting it super tight. He might get back before his break ended, but even then he’d probably have to eat between calls.

Hurrying up the stairs, he only slowed to avoid his boss. Though the scent of spiced and savory Indian food was certainly turning a few heads. “Hey,” Janet hissed as he slipped past the door to the office she shared with a handful of people. “I don’t know what was going on, but Zeus was making a racket earlier.” She stole a glance around, “Hughs was grumbling and marching up and down the halls. Didn’t go into the office though.”

He sighed, “Probably looking for me, he’s never been a fan of the office dog policy. Terrified of Zeusy.” A quick look around showed that his boss was nowhere to be seen, but he’d likely catch him at some point before the end of shift. Fuss at him from across the room or something. Better find out what was riling up Zeus before then.

Another look around and he was back on the path to his office. “Hey, got food,” he said as he opened the door, but before looking around. “Sorry it took so long, there was…”

There were two dogs here. Call him crazy, but he was pretty sure that there had only been one Zeus when he left. Both were rottweilers, both looked him with that same, easy panting expression, though one didn’t have the same cropped tail as Zeus. And it was certainly female. He wasn’t a vet, but it was pretty obvious from where it was laying on the ground, cleaning itself. “I swear if Jean snuck her dog in here just to get you to breed her…” He sighed and dropped the food to the counter. “Look at the mess you two made. Where in the hell did Thomas get to?”

First order was hitting the break on the computers. Weird that Thomas hadn’t done that, he was pretty good about it. Worse, there were several missed calls. He winced and sighed as Zeus and the mystery dog came towards him. Zeus leaning towards the bag and sniffing at it, “Hey, I’ll get you chow in a second.” He looked down as the mystery dog came up. “Hey there, and who are you?”

Zeus bumped into his leg at the same time he reached down to rub the dog’s head. A spark jumped through the three, drawing a trio of yelps. Will jumping back as the two dogs scattered. The female shaking her head and snorting as Zeus twisted to chew at his side.

Will in turn just stared at his hand as a numbness shot through him. His eyes widening as fur began to sprout from where he’d touched the dog. A similar numbing itch spreading over his thigh brought the guess that it was happening back there too. Worriedly, and without thought, he hurriedly undid his pants and dropped them to look. Sure enough, fur was spreading across his leg at an alarming rate. Muscles rippling as his body began to change.

Thomas backed up, watching with wide eyes as Will’s form began to change. The shift happening far faster than his. He watched as his coworker’s face shifted from surprise to confusion and then horror in a matter of seconds. Will tried to yell out in surprise, or maybe for help, but his face was already twisting and reshaping. He staggered, hand coming down to the desk with a thump. Legs wobbling for just a second before he collapsed.

Zeus, seeing his buddy drop, hurried over and began to sniff at Will worriedly. Though there was that scent again. A new female form, fertile, her aroma spiked by magic. He was drawn to it, compelled to shift down, a low growl rumbling up his chest. Thomas, likewise, heard that siren song. Moving over to Will even as he stared, dumbfounded, at his own hands.

Oh fuck, what was happening? This was something out of a dream, or one of those body horror movies he’d watched. Except strangely less graphic than some of them. His body was changing, but each shift was proceeded by a strange numbness that eased the transition. It was strangely hypnotic, Will watching with fascination as his hands and body changed. In a matter of seconds going from a guy that had run to get food to something like an anthropomorphic canine. He could feel his body continuing to change and alter, going more towards a canine.

Then there was a tug, a brief coolness blasting over his body. Will twisted in time to see Zeus’s head dip behind his haunch and the tongue to slap against him. A gasp being ripped free as the tongue rolled over his sac. Except it wasn’t his sac, he didn’t have to look to know something was going on. Something strange yet delightful as the tongue drove in.

Will bit his lip with a groan as the familiar feel of Zeus’ tongue on his privates took on a new pleasure. The hybrid shifting his legs to kick his pants off. He started to dip in to the familiar hands and knees, but his body was altering fast enough that he found himself on all fours.

Zeus lurched up with a grunt, forepaws closing about Will’s hips and pulling back. The male’s blind thrusts aided by a bit of experience now. It only took him a few thrusts before he found his mark, driving his waiting length into that hot spade. Will gasped out as he was penetrated, his head dropping with a whine as Zeus began to pound him. The familiar weight of the rottweiler on his back taking on a whole new edge as his buddy slammed into his changing form.

Twisting about, he watched as his body changed. Teats popping into existence on his belly, his penis retreating fully, form finalizing its shift into that of a rottweiler bitch. It was something he’d fantasized about before, and yet here it was. It was happening for real. He… she uttered a nearly drunk sounding groan as she drove herself back into her stud eagerly.

Encouraged by the press, Zeus stepped up, lifting both hind legs off the ground. His full weight on the eager bitch as he hammered away. Panted breaths turning into a low, growling grunts as he hammered away. Balls bouncing off Will’s belly and steadily stretching spade. He’d already spent his load into Thomas, but even with that the rottie was ready for more. Whatever spell that had been leveled upon Thomas, then transferred to Zeus and finally Will bolstering the canine’s libido and drive. His hefty sac promising a large litter for the two females once their heats were fully extinguished.

Will’s eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure spiked. The feel of that knot stretching her so delightful, pain and pleasure blending as his fat knot rubbed her clit. Each press and rub not only sending another pulse of pure elation up her spine, but blending it with that slow, ache that came with her virginal passage being stretched by the stud’s length.

Head dropped and tongue lolled from her maw as her hips shuddered. Torn between jerking into his thrusts and pulling away as her peak crashed over her. Her orgasmic bliss only skyrocketing as Zeus’ hips stilled and pressed tight. His knot throbbing as that wonderful, watery spunk started to fill her.

Zeus pressed his head into her neck and groaned. Will turning to lick at the canine’s drooling maw. His hips barely rocking as he filled his second female of the night. The stud only stayed there a moment before starting to turn. Her insides shuddering as his knot twisted against them, drawing another drooling pant from the female as pleasure shuddered and raced through her being. Making her head dip more and hips drive back against him eagerly.

It wasn’t long before the door swung open. The handle didn’t rattle. No squeak from the hinge. It just swung open and a figure stepped in. The man seemed impossibly large, ducking through the doorway. Clothed head to toe in black, gloves on, and sunglasses hiding his eyes. His skin was strangely pale, features flattened just a little as if sculpted from putty and smeared ever so slightly.

“Mister Smith, has it worked?” Thomas knew that voice and it made his fur bristle as it croaked through the door.

Leather creaked as Smith looked over the three dogs. “Yes, Ma’am,” his deep voice was like the grating of stone on stone. “Have one extra,” he glanced from Will and Zeus to Thomas then back.

A sigh, “Well, probably another one of those unsavory telemarketers. Be a dear and bring them through. I can’t hold the door open all day and it’s getting close to time for dinner.” A moment of hesitation, “Do I smell Indian food?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Thomas edged around the room and tried to peer past Mister Smith, thinking about possibly escaping. Even without the man’s sheer size filling the door, his hopes of escape were gone. Beyond the stranger was what looked like a cottage. The woman rocking in chair and looking at them intently, “Smells delightful. If it’s fresh, bring it through.” Smith collected the food and started to reach for Thomas. The changed human yelping as the massive man easily scooped her up under his free arm. “Oh hush. If you behave, I might turn you back. In time. For now,” she waved her hand, “put them in the kennel until I can see to them.”

Smith uttered another, “Yes, Ma’am,” as he set the food down within her reach, carrying Thomas through the strange home and into an indoor kennel. It looked cozy enough. A set of large dog beds, food, and water waiting, as well as a door that looked like it led into a garden. The large manservant left, returning a moment later with Zeus and Will, cradling both before setting them down and leaving. The door swinging shut as Thomas tried to bolt. “Try to scam a faerie, don’t worry you’ll learn your lesson soon enough, Dearies.