A New Perspective By The Nome King, for Mouse99110 @ Furaffinity ----------------- Barking dogs echoed in the hallways, cages filled with different breeds of canines, ranging from Terriers to Great Danes. The animals never seemed to like the sound of police sirens, and every time a cop car drove past it would set them off barking. A scruffy but handsome looking man walked down the hallway, his fair skin and dark brown hair a little dirty from his work at the seeing eye dog centre. He only worked at the centre because he needed the money, and his other job in retail didn't work out so well for him. He hated animals to be fair, near despised dogs but didn't have much of a choice when it came to making a living. "SHUTTUP!!" shouted dean, his voice deep and commanding, a very powerful call Which quietened some of the dogs, but not the smaller ones. He pushed along a trolly with some bowls of dry dog food, a fairly cheap brand which they could buy in large supply. Anybody with half a brain could tell Dean mistreated some of the dogs, the way he slammed his fists against the metal cages, shouting and scaring the dogs. An young woman looked out an observational window which spanned onto the corridor of cages and watched Dean shout at her trained dogs, coming back round for some water. She shook her head in disgust and moved down to her paperwork, ticking off training forms. "There ya go Heather, the mutts have got their food....Damn noisy things" Dean muttered, sighing as he pushed the food trolly back in with empty bowls he removed from their cages, fresh ones filled with food managed to quieten the dogs down for now. "Why do you shout at them like that, you should know it doesn't help" replied Heather harshly, her face a display of disappointment and annoyance. "Because I can't stand the damn things, all they do is bark and yap all day long!" replied Dean with a raised voice, his stress clearly apparent. Heather didn't say a word, she knew that she would get Into trouble by her boss if she said anything, besides her job was to train the dogs, not argue with their feeder. The rest of the day Dean spend cleaning out the dogs, he hated doing it because it meant going into the cages with the animals and cleaning the floor and their beds, including the litter trays. Often they would come and say hello, trying to be sociable or friendly, but would either get hit or shooed away into the corner. He hated every single one of the mutts apart from one of the smaller dogs, a border collie bitch. Whenever Dean came into the cage she would sit quietly and watch him clean, never making a sound or movement. She would sit patiently and wait until she was cleaned out before moving around, bowing her head every time Dean finished as a way of thanks. She was the only dog Dean had ever petted, and even though he didn't like the dogs, Jasmine was the only one he had an affinity for. Finally the clock stuck 6 and it was time for Dean to go home, he grabbed his backpack, his keys and wallet before walking down the hallway and out the door. He was greeted with a generic automobile, a dirty modern car which had seen it's fair share of bumps and knocks. He wasn't the only one to admit his driving skills were not up to par, and he had gotten into more than one crash. Dean walked over and tried to open the door, the lock was old and required a bit of 'love' to force the door open. Dean sighed as he leaned down and sat in the grubby seat of his car, pushing the keys into ignition and giving the engine life. He pulled or the parking space, nearly stalling the car as he drove out onto the open road. The radio blared out loud noises, the radio playing some generic music as he drove back home. Dean had wondered if his life had gone downhill since he lost his job at his old workplace, many times he wondered if it was due to the death of his parents that made him more violent. Needless to say he was doing well in his retail profession, making a fair amount every year. Then his parents were he victim of bad driving, a massive crash on the motorway caused a lorry to fall on their car. He often wondered if he would have ended up differently if they had taken the side-roads, but he tried not to think about it, after all he missed them dearly. Finally after a long 45 minute drive he reached his house, a small semidetached home which was left for him in his parents will, he was thankfully he had somewhere to live and he had made it his home. He got out of his car and wandered to the front door, scraping the key against the lock, and opening the entrance to his home. Dean slammed the door and sighed, he threw his keys on the side table and wandered through to the living room, not even bothering to take off his work clothes. A loud thump sounded throughout the living room as he jumped down onto his soft leather sofa, letting out a gasp as the comfort of his old but valuable couch hugged him in security. He loved his leather couch, and would often lie for hours watching films on his TV; which was the thing he looked forward too the most when he returned from his work. He smiled and picked up the remote, turning on his large wide-screen TV and began flicking through the channels. He saw a couple of funny shows, most of them he had seen before, some documentaries and a nature show. "Crap...crap....crap..seen it.....crap" said Dean to himself, sighing as he had seen most of the shows. He couldn't be bothered to shift himself to get a film so in boredom he flicked it over to the nature show, a famous presenter explaining the living habits of kangaroos. Dave paid little attention to the show and let his mind drift, wondering about the next few days ahead, if he would ever get a girlfriend. He expected to be elsewhere at 27, and had hoped for some sort of career. An hour later he was pulled out his trance by another documentary, this one about domestic dogs and behavioral training. His interests was peaked and he raised his head to look at the screen, maybe hoping to see something about training dogs to stop barking As he continued to watch they brought along several bitches, some of which were in very good shape. Dean watched and looked at some of the female dogs with an almost perverted fascination. His ears weren't listening to the people talking, he could only hear the panting of the bitch who was clearly in heat. He looked at her strong and curved butt, her fine tail swinging over the plump and swollen throbbing cunt. As he watched he didn’t even realize his cock was starting to fill with blood, wriggling in his pants as he fantasied about the bitch in heat. He kept staring with a strange fascination at the pointer, somehow her firm chest and shapely legs were turning him on, all four of them. He gasped as he saw her long ears and delicate muzzle, her deep orange eyes and wet black nose like silk. "What the...." exclaimed Dean, looking down and seeing his bulging semi, his hand on top of his crotch. Disgusted he reached for the remote and turned the show off, feeling uncomfortable on his more than comfortable couch. Finally his erection went away and he picked himself up, a frown on his face, angry at himself for even thinking such things. He knew not why he would even feel the slightest bit of arousal for such beasts, he certainly didn’t like their barking. He walked into the kitchen and tried to forget about it, grabbing an instant meal and microwaving it. While his food was cooking he wandered back into the living room and grabbed a couple of films, two action movies and loaded the first into the DVD drive. "That should get my mind on other things" he said to himself, rubbing his eyes and wandering back into the kitchen; his mind still flashing to the image of the bitch. He pulled the hot meal out of the microwave and emptied it onto a plate, hearing the sounds of the DVD starting to play on his TV. He quickly wandered through and sat down with his chicken curry to watch the movie, smiling and relaxing in front of his film. The next couple of hours were uneventful, the second DVD was nearly finished and his debris from the meal laid strewn on the floor. He lay on the couch and began to feel his eyes grow heavy, the film nearing to a close, his mind starting to rest after the long day he had endured. Eventually he felt fatigue win the battle for consciousness and he fell into Sea of blackness. -------------------------- His mind tossed and turned within his head, his body falling through a pitch black abyss of his dream-scape. His memory became absent, he couldn't recall his encounters that led him to this place; he was in his work, he was standing next to the reception. "Dean, Jasmine wants you, she says it's urgent." echoed a voice, a contorted face that had no features spoke the words, a person sitting behind the counter with a blurry and twisted face. He recognized the voice as Heather’s and turned to look down the corridor of cages, turning back to see that Heather had disappeared. Dean wandered through the halls of his mind, the cages filled with dogs, all of them silent and quiet. He smiled as he walked past each cage, each of the dogs lowering their heads to him. He reached Jasmine’s cage and saw not a dog, but a beautiful naked woman standing inside, her head home to long silky black hair with a White stripe that ran down the left side of the soft hair. "Dean....what is this place, how are you here" she spoke, her words questions of confusion but her face that of certainty. Dean could barely hear, her voice sounded muffled, as if he was hearing them from underwater. Dean did nothing but unlock the cage and walk inside, his hand drawn to her hip. She moaned and smiled as he touched her skin, a strange numbness coming across Dean’s hand. It was like he could hear and see her, he could feel her, but at the same time he could not. He ignored the bizarreness of the situation and brought himself closer, loving how beautiful she was. He breathed in and he brought himself close to her, getting a whiff of her scent. It smelled sharp and pungent, like a very potent sweat, but also had aspects of sweetness and an almost metallic tinge to it. He breathed in her smell and felt himself getting horny, his cock starting to grow. He brought himself closer and looked down, realizing he was now naked too. Jasmine smiled and leaned and hand down, rubbing her warm wet cunt, then teasing his shaft with her delicate fingers. "Oh Dean, I love you...I always have" moaned Jasmine as she leaned in and kissed him, Dean giving Into his urges and moving his hand down to touch her. She gasped as she felt a tingling sensation became present in her crotch, White hair started to poke out her skin. The hair spread slowly spreading down her crotch, and the very flesh began to twist and change. She moaned as her cunt lips began to reshape, changing to an Almost triangular shape, a shape Dean knew all too well. She continued to moan as the fur grew up her crotch slowly, closing her eyes in the pleasure. "Oh Dean! Fuck me in my doggy cunt! Do my like your bitch!" she cried out in lust, her now reshaped canine cunt leaking uncontrollably. Dean gave into himself and pushed his thick human member Into her warm folds, gasping at how good it felt; and how weird. He thrust deep inside her and watched the fur grow upwards, looking straight at Jasmine’s face. He got a bit of a shock when she opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes a deep orange and looked unmistakably canine, the colour filling up most of her eyes, almost no White was showing. "Yes! Make me your dog!" she screamed louder, four extra nipples began to form on her belly as the fur grew round her hips and back, changing suddenly to jet black, growing round her buttocks and ass. She gasped in pleasure as she felt a nub forming at the base of her spine, a fleshy tail pushing through the thick black fur, growing longer and thicker. She articulated her new limb and wagged it from side to side, groaning as she felt tingling wash over her new tail, the fur spreading up to the tip. She wagged her new doggy tail and looked back to observe it, Dean looking down and seeing it wag from side to side. He was caught in the unrealistic nature of his dream and felt a little uncomfortable, but his doubts and worries were put to rest when she pressed her warm furry belly against his soft smooth skin. He gasped at how good it felt to have fur on skin, like it was always meant to be. He began to loose himself to the sexual ecstasy, gripping her back and feeling fur grow on her skin, everywhere he touched she would change further, becoming more like the dog that was supposed to sit in the kennel. "Oh Dean....I feel so hot, so sexy! Fuck me! Mount me like a bitch!" she shouted, pulling herself off Dean's prick and turning round, lifting up her tail and exposing her now full canine cunt for Dean to observe. Ignoring her human arms, face and legs, she was almost totally a dog, and part of Dean felt that what he was doing was wrong. But his lusts won over him, and he leaned forward, placing his hands on her hips and thrusting his member deep into her furry dog cunt. She moaned as she was penetrated, her ears starting to prick up and lengthen, her hair shortening a little as she began to stand on tip toes. Her feet cracked and reshaped, pads forming on her soles while thick black claws burst through her toenails, scratching the ground as fur grew over them. Dean realized she had begun to shrink, getting a little smaller with each thrust, more of her sexy human form becoming an even sexier dog. "Yes....oh yes....I'm yours...." she cried out as her ears moved up and pricked to attention, new muscles allowing her to move and flick them as fur grew around them, then moved down the side of her head, more fur spreading down her neck and the edges of her face. Her feet let out a loud crack as they shifted into a canine posture, Dean was having to kneel now she was becoming so small. She watched her hands began to crack and shift forward, her voice becoming rougher and deeper, her fingernails growing longer and sharper, digging Into the wall of her enclosure. Dean gasped and realized he was fucking a dog, maybe a human/dog, but a dog none-the-less......and he was loving it. "Oh Ahhhh...urhhhh...yes.....I'm your well behaved bitch" groaned Jasmine, her voice becoming more gruff, and managed to let out a whine as her thumbs became vestigial, her arms and hands covered in fur. She scraped and scratched at the wall with her new paws, Dean looking down and seeing the fur creep up her back in a Pointed fashion, her moaning and groaning turning Dean on even more. He loved how soft her fur felt against his crotch, loved how nice her tail felt against his skin, how gently her silky soft her canine cunt hugged his member. He was lost in a bliss of perversion, looking down and watching the fur grow up to her neck. She growled loudly as her Arms and joints cracked and reconfigured, her mouth opening as she began to pant. Her posture was now entirely canine, she would never stand on two legs again, her hind legs and paws a little damp from her leaking dog sex. "Oh Dean! Make me a dog! I'm a good girl...yes....ohhhhhhh!!!" she moaned and cried out as she felt her face begin to stretch forward, her voice distorting further as she flicked her large doggy ears, her nose blackening and becoming wet. Her teeth cracked and pushed out further, becoming sharper, her neck reshaping and growing lover, causing her to loose her human voice forever, only whines and deep growls remained. Dean moaned as he saw her tongue flop to the side of her mouth and grow longer and longer, drool stringing off it as her once delicate lips became dark and black. They became loose as they pushed forward into a canine muzzle, making her drool dog slobber uncontrollably, her panting driving Dean mad with lust. Dean gritted his teeth and moaned as he felt an orgasm wash over him, pumping his cum deep into her warm dog womb. He let out a cry of ecstasy but instead of a typical human moan, he found himself wining like the dog he was screwing. Jasmine turned her head and barked loudly, licking her nose as she whined, her own orgasm rushing through her. Dean tried to speak but his vocal cords only seemed to produce growls and grunts, and as he spoke he barked loudly. He whined and growled as he felt his cock swell up, panting a little as he tried to pull his cock out, it seemed almost lodged inside his bitch. With a 'pop' his cock slipped out, and to his fascination and horror, he saw his cock had changed shape. He looked down and saw his bright red veiny prick in horror, his cock tip a lot sharper than it was before. A knot had formed at the base of his cock and attached to his belly via a sheath, his prick now unmistakably canine. Dean barked and whined in fear, shocked at what was happening, eventually looking at Jasmine in confusion "It's what you are....what you always were!!" Jasmine spoke through her canine lips, staring at Dean with her powerful orange eyes before Dean felt a powerful thumping sensation hit his chest. The world dissolved into blackness before him, what felt like a truck had hit his body and sent him flying back through nothingness. His back hitting leather as he woke up screaming "AHHHHH!...OH...god......" Dean screamed, his brow wet with sweat, his voice changing from loud to quiet as he realized he was only dreaming. Looking down he saw his trousers had been undone, and his cock lay limp but still semi erect, cum splattered over his work shirt. "Oh....god....that was strange.." he mumbled, rubbing his hand across his eyes and face, wiping the sweat from his brow. He noticed light coming through the closed curtains, then realized it to be morning. "oh shitshitshitshit" he cursed, looking at his phone and realizing it was 9:30 in the morning, and he started work at 9. He jumped up off the sofa, wiping the cum off his shirt but had no time to wash a fresh one. He packed his cock back into his trousers and grabbed his keys, cursing as he closed the front door in a hurry and pelted to his car. Jumping in he turned the engine on and reversed out the drive with haste, then shifting it into first gear and speeding off Down the road. His mind was on work and he had little time to think about his strange dream, but it haunted the back of his mind like a niggling doubt. Finally he reached the seeing eye dog center and parked quickly in a nearby space, jumping out and running to the doors. "Urhh sorry I'm late, traffic was a.......nightmare" he said apologetically to Heather who stood by the reception, engraving a tag with a machine. "It's quite alright Dean." she said calmly, but didn't turn round to look at him. Dean was a little shocked and didn't quite know how to respond, usually when he was late he would get a lecture from his boss. He looked at the tag machine and then at a brand new collar that sat on the side, wondering what she was doing. "Who's the tag for, we got a new training dog in?" asked Dean, curious as to why she had a tag being engraved. "He should be with us soon, this is for him" she replied shortly, pulling the tag out the machine and blowing on it gently, rubbing it clean and attaching it to the collar. Dean didn't respond, and simply walked away towards the kennels, opening the double doors and expecting the barking to start. But not a single dog barked or made a sound, they all stared at him with a strange fascination. "Odd" said Dean, a little confused as to why the fleaballs weren't barking or yapping like they always did when he walked in. He decided he had to get his cleaning done and clean out the cages, then he would feed them. He grabbed his roll of blue paper towels, the pet Safe cleaner and brush and got to work on each of the cages. He was surprised when the first dog he cleaned out didn't disturb him in the slightest, not even coming up and saying hello. He sat quietly in the corner and waited for him to finish. Even though the placid nature was a nice change he started to worry when he cleaned out the most aggressive dog, a large rottweiler who always growled and bore his teeth anytime Dean got near. But he remained silent and quiet, simply watching calmly as Dean cleaned out his enclosure. He cleaned the left hand side of the room, eight cages all cleaned and the dogs that had been cleaned resumed eating or sleeping as usual, but not a sound came out of any one of them. He carried on cleaning, opening the cage door and propping it open with the roll of blue paper towels, while he cleaned the floor and wall. He would use his body as a block so the dogs couldn't get past him, it also meant he could clean with ease. He neared the middle and his heart jumped when his eyes laid across Jasmine, the border collie who he remembered in his dream. But he remembered her as human, as well as dog, and he felt almost nervous. She sat and stared at him, curious and wondering why he had become shy all of a sudden. Dean looked down at the large collie and then hesitated before opening the door, a little worried as he didn't know what Jasmine’s reaction would be. But she didn't disappoint, Dean got down on his hands and knees and started to clean the floor, moving in gradually as he cleaned the hard concrete surface, moving up and cleaning the Walls. Jasmine sat in her bed and watched him with fascination, not panting or making a single sound. "There ya go, all clean" Dean remarked, coming upon the understanding to himself that he was communicating with Jasmine, and looked back to see she had gotten up off her rear and had calmly walked over to Dean. He barely had time to react before he felt a warm wet lick on his lips, Jasmine shot her long flat Tongue out and planted a little wet kiss on Dean’s lips. She looked at him with her big orange eyes, before turning back and sitting quietly in her bed. Dean blushed a little and felt a little overcome, he moved his hand down and petted her on the head, thanking her for the sentiment. He felt strangely moved by the act, normally he would have hit a dog for that, but he felt somewhat at home with her. 'SLAM!!!!' a loud bang echoed in the corridor as Dean was broken from his trance, the sound of steel on steel behind him. He turned his head round and saw Heather had slammed the cage door shut, a blank expression on her face. She had moved the blue roll and cleaner outside, leaving him inside with nothing but himself. "Jesus...what the hell Heather, you wanna start them off again, and whatcha doing closing the door" he exclaimed, a little shocked and annoyed. She responded by turning the keys and pulling them out, locking Dean in the enclosure with Jasmine. "Like you ever cared about them, its a shame it's had to come to this." she sighed, pulling a collar from her pocket, a tag attached to the end. "Put this on, then I'll let you out" she continued, pushing the collar through the bars. Dean grabbed the collar and looked with a confused expression at Heather, examining it. "What is this? Some sort of joke huh?" he questioned, looking at the collar further, examining the tag. "You could say that...." replied Heather, a short smile curling on her face, watching as Dean examined the collar. He looked at the tag and saw the inscription. 'Dean Microchipped Seeing eye dog 2nd class ON4 6H2' "What the? Why has this got my name on it?" questioned Dean, holding the collar and tag in his hand. "Put it on and I'll explain" replied Heather, urging him to put he collar round his neck. Dean looked deep into heathers eyes and saw she was serious, he was almost frightened by how commanding her words were. He decided it could it hurt and if it meant he could get out the cage then he would follow her weird request, his mind focused on the door as he unclipped the clasp on the dark green collar. He pulled his arms back round and fastened the collar round his neck, a loud 'click' indicating it had locked into place. The tag hung from under his chin as he wore the collar, feeling a little ridiculous. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry, but it had to be done" Heather said softy, she sounded genuinely apologetic and almost a little frightened. Dean was felt a little uncomfortable and strangly scared by her comments, his eyes opening up a little wider as he felt a strange tingling in his crotch. It was subtle at first, but quickly grew Into a strange tickling within seconds, causing him to scratch at his jeans frantically. "What the....Heather whatcha talking about...whats going on..." asked Dean fearfully, trying to understand what Heather was talking about. "This curse, it only manifests when you put on that collar, I'm sorry I had to be the one....but you were hurting my dogs....I...I couldn't.." she cried out, stepping back a little from the cage, watching Dean itch frantically at his jeans. Finally he couldn't take the itching tickling anymore and pushed his hands down his pants, shocked at what he found. "What...what the....fur!?!" he shouted, his hands rubbing across what felt like soft fur, his hands rubbing across his balls and cock and felt long soft fur. He panicked and began to unbutton his jeans and undo his belt, sliding his pants and jeans down to inspect his crotch, horrified to what he saw. Long strands of white fur were growing from his balls and around his cock, growing longer in his very grip, a sight which made Dean short of breath. Dean Grabbed the collar and frantically tried to undo the clasp, sheer panic in his eyes as he attempted to remove the collar. But his hands came across nothing but plastic, the clasp had disappeared and the collar appeared to be sealed on his neck. "Y-you have to understand, I couldn't let you c-continue....please forgive me" stuttered Heather, now becoming a little scared herself at the changes that Dean was undergoing. As he explore his finger rubbed across his now White furry balls, and a shooting pleasure shot up his spine which caused him to move his hands down from the collar and toward his crotch. "Ahhhh....Heather...please.....ohhhhhhh help me" moaned Dean helplessly as he began to massage his fluffy ballsack. He gasped loudly as he felt his fingers across his sensitive testicles, his fur making massaging them a hundred times nicer. He moaned as he felt his cock fill with blood, an erection starting to grow as he began to enjoy the strange feeling that grew ever Stronger in his loins. It felt like a strange pulsating heat, a heat which traveled up into his cock and made him grunt in pleasure as his prick bulked up with blood, his foreskin wrapping round his bright red glands as his dick head started to reshape. "Ohhhhhhh....oh god..." he gasped loudly as he looked down, feeling an odd sticking sensation around his cock. His eyes beheld his foreskin and prick skin sticking and joining with his belly, merging together into one. He moaned as he felt his cock head reshape and push out forward, the tip becoming sharper and far more pronounced. Dean gasped and felt weak at the legs, slowly feeling himself become weaker at the knees. He eventually couldn't stand anymore and slowly lowered himself to the ground, breathing heavily as he felt his cock head change. "I didn't want to kill you, but I needed to give you a new life, and this is the kindest way I can stop you from hurting my dogs" she said calmly, finally settling down and realizing she needed to go through with her convictions. "Ohhhhhhh god...please...I'm sorry....make it stoooohhhhhh" moaned Dean, trying to finish his sentence but was cut off into a moan as his pointed dick spurted out some Precum, making him gasp in pleasure. He looked down and realized the horrible truth of his situation, and the shape of his newly changing shaft. "A..a...dog? No I don't....ohhhhh..I don't wanna be a dog..please" begged dean, his eyes falling down to his changed cock head, now nearly as long as his human 6 inch shaft, with a pointed tip and a flare at the base. He realized his new dog cock was just his old human cocks head, his head flare had become the knot, and the head his new shaft. "The only way to break your curse is to want to return back, if you truly want to be human again, you must realize it before you complete the change" Heather replied, giving him the ability to save himself, but not the drive. "Then I want to...ohhhhhhh god! I want to be a human....I.....I don't....want to....be....human" groaned Dean, slowly the orgasmic sensations of his transformation making him only want more. He reached down and stroked his rock hard dog cock, grunting and moaning at how good it felt. He was momentary pulled out his trance by a panting on his right, and turning round he saw Jasmine next to his head, panting and horny herself. Dean leaned in and opened his mouth, while Jasmine did the same. He moaned as their tongue entwined and exchanged saliva, Jasmine doing her best to share a sloppy wet French kiss with Dean, before leaning back and leaving Dean’s face covered in doggy spit. "Oh Jasmine....I want you.....don't let this stop....ohhh god" moaned Dean as he rubbed his canine prick, looking down to see the fur growing down his legs and covering his human skin, spreading round his buttocks and between his ass cheeks. Jasmine slowly trotted over to his crotch and sniffed his large canine erection, her wet nose caused Dean to whine a little in pleasure. He let out a long drawn out moan as Jasmine skilfully lapped her long flat wet rough dog Tongue over his thick canine erection, a sensation which cased Dean to gasp in sheer pleasure. "You won't regret it Dean, and I wont sell you. I will keep you in here with her and care for you both" Heather said gently, kneeling down and looking into Dean’s eyes as he was sucked off by his canine lover. "Ahhh god! Ohhh yes! Make me a dog...I want this!" shouted Dean, his legs slowly becoming coated with fur. He looked down when he felt his feet crack and stretch in his shoes, tightness growing in his toes. "Ahhh owww my feet" he gasped, his lower body was immobilized as it shifted and he had no way of removing his trainers. He looked up and saw Heather unlocking the cage door, then leaned down and pulled off his shoes and socks, rubbing his feet gently as they shifted and stretched. "I don't want you feeling any pain, I want you to enjoy your new life" she said gently, watching as Dean groaned and gasped, his upper human legs pulling into his body, while his Lower legs and feet grew longer and thicker. His feet were now much longer than before and his big toe had been left behind as a small digit now, his nails starting to reshape. "Ohhhh yes, it feels so good Heather.....why does it feel so good" he gasped, looking down at his shifting feet, his nails pushing out thinning down into sharp claws. He moved and wiggled his toes as they became shorter, his digits tickling a little as Fur began to grow around his feet. He smiled as he felt his newly forming paws swell up a little. It felt like a burning swelling on the bottom of each new digit and the tip of his foot. When Heather started to massage his paws he felt the rough paw pads puff up, fur growing around his new doggy feet, covering them in White fur. Most of his outside legs were a dark black, but the inside leg and crotch, along with his paws were a nice bright White. His legs had shifted, and a loud crack caused Dean to whine as his hips shifted position, his lower body nearly entirly canine. "Enjoy it Dean, be a good boy and enjoy it" said Heather calmly, gently staring In his eyes and reassuring him, slowly massaging his paws and paw pads softly. She knew that if she started to talk to him like a dog, he would accept his fate faster, and he wanted to enjoy his future. Dean panted and moaned as Jasmine continued to luck and suckle his canine erection, her slobbering mouth and maw doing wonders for his shaft. "Ahhh...I'm a...good boy.... Ohh yes...I'm a good dog " Dean gasped, his backside tingling from the growing fur, his mind taking a different view and accepting his new owner. He wanted to be a good dog, he wanted to be a helpful and obedient canine. "Good dog, now I think Jasmine needs you now Dean....she's always needed you, she loves you." said Heather gently, her hands moved up and petted Jasmine on the head, while her other hand inspected Dean’s legs and made sure his lower body had changed properly. "She's always loved you Dean, she was always quiet around you whenever you were in her cage. This is for her as much as its for you, she wants your puppies, she wants you to be her mate" continued Heather, looking Into Dean’s eyes and calming him, making him obedient and loyal. "I...I love her too....I want to be her...ohhh I want you Jasmine...I...always have" said Dean, his own words realising his own truths. He movedhis hand down to Jasmine’s face, rubbing her fur gently and smiling. Jasmine moved her muzzle up and licked Dean’s hand lovingly, staring Into Dean’s eyes with her right orange irises. Dean gasped as he watched his hands start to crack and change next, his fingers growing shorter as his palm grew longer. "Ohhh Jasmine...I'm yours...I'm your mate" Dean said to his canine lover passionately, watching as both hands changed. His thumb was left behind and shrunk Into a vestigial digit, his fingernails following the way of his toenails. He smiled as Jasmine watched his hands change, his palm puffing up as the tips of his finger swelled with flesh. His skin changed to a deep black around his paw pads, his palm much longer than before. His fingernails turned a dark black as they became thinner and sharper, his pads fully formed. "Ohh god.....this feels so right, oh Heather.....thank you" he said, the feeling of his hands changing and his cock being expertly sucked off by Jasmine’s big sloppy tongue was too much to bear. His elbows cracked as his upper arms pushed back Into his chest, he panted and wheezed as his ribcage expanded outdated and reshaped, his arms being pulled into his chest. He let his lower upper dog legs flop down, his paws making a couple of final cracks before they looked identical to a pair of front dog paws, minus the fur. However the fur was to come next, and Dean smiled in pleasure as White hairs started to prick through the skin around his Furless paws. Heather reached over and unbuttoned Dean's shirt, noticing the stains on the fabric. She pulled the shirt off and allowed Jasmine to see his fur growth, as well as his doggy paws. Jasmine moved back away from Dean, and turned herself round, presenting her sex to Dean. She flicked her tail and teased him by flicking her big fluffy tail from side to side, before moving it aside and complexly exposing her hot dripping dog sex to him. Dean looked down his body and saw his dog legs and paws, along with his big throbbing canine cock. He gasped when he saw Jasmine presenting to him, a flush of adrenaline and testosterone pumping through him. "She wants you Dean, she's your bitch to breed with now." said Heather gently, petting Jasmine on the head as Dean turned himself over, now completely naked. Dean flipped himself over onto his side, scraping his paws across the ground. He moved a paw up to his face and rubbed it across his cheek, loving the feeling of his paw pads on the still human skin. He moved the same paw down to his prick, groaning and rubbing his paw pads across the wet sensitive cock-flesh. He looked at Jasmine and tried to resist, but his lust was far too strong, and his will was broken at this point. He had been unhappy his entire life as a human, never had any success with human woman, and now was his chance to spend the rest of his life happy with a sexy canine mate. Dean pulled himself up onto all fours and slowly stumbled across to Jasmine, being quite a bit bigger than her. His body had shrunk a lot, but he was now about the size of a large dog like a German Shepherd or a Labrador. He slowly trotted over to Jasmine and felt his nose drawn to her crotch, a sweet but strong smell radiating from her throbbing wet dog sex. Dean took a deep sniff and smiled as he slowly edged closer, his nose and face almost touching her warm canine cunt. He looked at the furry ass and sniffed again, before moving his mouth closer and licking the soft warm folds, making him moan in pleasure, the smell and taste driving him crazy. Finally he couldn't contain himself, and he utilized his furry front legs and jumped up on-top of Jasmine. He panted a little as he edged his strangely configured legs forward, edging his cock nearer to her cunt. She didn't fight or protest, and Dean smiled as he felt her move her fine furry hips back, causing his cock to plunge into her unexpectedly. Dean whined at the shock of pleasure and a felt a little bit of pride when he heard himself whine like a proper dog. "Ohhh yes....make me a dog....I want to be like my mate" he cried out, accepting his fate, wanting it to come to life even more as every inch of his warm throbbing dog cock sunk into the succulent dog cunt. Dean smiled and began utilizing his hips, pulling his cock out and thrusting back in, however he felt a little off balance. No sooner had he penetrated his mate, did he feel a slight tingling at the base of his spine. It felt strange, almost like a poking or a stretching sensation, and with every thrust inside Jasmine, it grew stronger and more obvious. Dean gasped and moaned as he felt his flesh twisting and pushing out, it felt like something was squirming at his butt. Slowly but surly a long fleshy tail pushed and cracked it's way from underneath Dean's jet black fur, gaining a little more length every-time he thrust inside. Dean moved his head and looked behind him, seeing his new Furless tail growing. He gasped and thrust harder to try and make it grow quicker, wanting to be more and more like a dog. "Ohhhh yes...m-my tail....it feels...so good" gasped Dean, his long fleshy tail now stopped growing, cold air hitting the surface. Dean gasped and felt the cold air on his skin, the skin of his new tail. New neural connections were made and Dean felt new muscles twitch in his new appendage, allowing him to move it left and right. Dean began to wagging his tail in joy, smiling and panting as he continued to thrust inside his sexy bitch. Slowly Dean felt the same tingling in his new tail and before he could realize what was going on, the fur had already began to grow. Black fur poked out his pores on the top of his tail, while White fur spread from his fluffy doggy ass up the bottom of his long wagging tail. "Ohhhh yes...I'm...I'm a...a...good boy....I'm a good dog" Dean gasped as he felt his furry tail fluff up and complete it's change, the White fur on the underside of his tail longer than the black on top. He looked behind him and saw the perfect ass and tail of a fit border collie, his face a mixture of joy and pride. It felt so strange to have a tail, it was in essence what made an animal; an animal. And he was one now, he was a dog, and his bitch below him wanted him to be more like her. He didn’t know why he had been so nasty to the dogs before, now he was becoming one of them; he started to understand them. He didn’t want to be a sad human, constantly stressed and running around worrying about menial things. He understood now the life of a dog was a simple and happy one, a life he had always wanted to lead. "Yes you are...your a good border collie, you like being a doggy don't you" Heather said gently, leaning down and petting Dean on the head, an action which made Dean feel very good, it made him feel wanted and genuinely useful. He wagged his new fluffy dog tail back and forth, fur creeping up his back and round his shoulders, meeting with the fur that grew up his arms. Dean could feel his fur growing, the warmth of his new canine biology spread across his skin with a soothing warmth and tingle. Dean wagged his tail as the warming fur spread up his neck, even as the infectious changes continued to ravage his human body. Even as he felt his neck start to crack and shift, he continued to wag his tail in delight, loving the feeling of his soft furry belly against her firm back, his paws gripped round her chest. Every thrust inside her was pure heaven, he could feel every inch of her soft cunt walls massaging his super sensitive dog prick, every thrust brought him closer to dog-hood. He gasped as he moved forward a little more with his hind legs, pumping and thrusting his throbbing dog shaft deep into his canine lover. Her panting was driving him mad with lust and jealousy, he wanted a Tongue like hers, he wanted to have a long dog muzzle. He wanted to be a dog more than anything, and even though he knew his transformation was warping his perceptions of desire, he continued to lust after further changes, wanting to become more canine. "Your almost there, you'll be with Jasmine soon Dean" said Heather gently, her hand stroking Dean’s head gently, his grunts and groans getting deeper in tone. As his neck began to crack and stretch, the fur around his belly growing up his chest; he began to growl. He yelped at shock as his arms and chest reconfigured, the bone moving into a true quadrupedal position. "Ohhhh Aaa...I...I'm a..a good boy, a good dog...ohhhaaa Aarrrf!!" Dean groaned as his neck elongated a little, the flesh stretching as his neck lengthened. His voicebox changed along with it, causing his words to spiral off into whines and low growls, his nose starting to darken and become damp. His thrusts were becoming insatiable and he found himself loosing his control, utilizing his full strength and pounding his hard dog prick harder inside Jasmine. Every thrust was a whine of pleasure that exited Jasmine’s black lips, every pounding was deep growl from Dean. He could feel his knot pushing against his lovers warm dog lips, his desire to fuck her fully overwhelming him. "Thats a good boy, take her...she's yours" Heather whispered, egging Dean on to cum, edging him to make the final change. Dean growled as he felt an orgasm grow within his loins, a powerful and orgasmic feeling that pulsates in his furry dog hips. He groaned in a deep husky voice as his face stretched and cracked out, every thrust of his thick dog cock was another pop of his nose or jaw. Dean watched through his eyes as his nose pushed forward from his face, his flesh pushing out into a something more than human. He looked down his growing muzzle and could see and feel his nose and lip pulling Together, a split forming between his upper lip. He moaned as best he could as he felt his nose get wetter, the skin darkening and changing shape, his nostrils pushing to the side as he looked down his growing muzzle. He could see his nose curve round in a more defined shape, his upper lips starting to feel a little loose. His jaw cracked loudly and stretched forward, his teeth elongating, his incisors becoming sharp while his canines increased in length and thickness. He whined as more fur grew up his neck and under his collar, then meeting his head, thick White fur growing underneath his jaw as his muzzle increased slowly in length, millimeter by millimeter. It felt like cracking knuckles, the vibration of bone against bone echoed through his head. Every pop and crack was a step further to completing his change, and as more of his muzzle pushed out, it became clearer to see his canine features. There was no pain as his skull shifted, his spinal column moving to a different position on his skull, his hair starting to change colour too. The once dark brown hair began to deepen to a thick jet black, becoming the same colour as his fur which creeped up his long neck. He felt the fur reach his hair and finally mix with it, the skin on his muzzle was the only indication of his human origins. He whined as more fur grew around his ears, a strange pulling and stretching sensation struck them. He smiled as best he could through his much looser lips as he felt his ears move up his head, knowing he was going to have a big pair of doggy ears like Jasmine. Fur grew up and around his stretching ears, the tips becoming pointed as the lobe expanded. Scents flooded through Dean’s nostrils all at once, the smells were a little overwhelming at first. As his ears grew longer and larger, he sniffed the air and could almost taste Jasmine’s natural canine fragrance, a smell which drove Dean even wilder. New muscles twitched in his ears and head, causing them to swivel. Dean moved his new ears around, hearing and smelling everything around him, the sounds of his bitch panting and the smell of her warm soft cunt. It was too much to bear and Dean felt himself close to orgasm, his doggy knot driving harder against Jasmine's bitch lips. Dean felt his lips loosen a little, the colour around his mouth changed from a light red to a shiny jet black, his drool becoming uncontainable. Eventually he let his Tongue loose and let it rest in his mouth, feeling burning warmth spread to his taster. To Dean’s joy his Tongue began to flatten out, his long licker became even longer and flatter, his salival glands working overtime to produce enough doggy drool. He salivated and dribbled spit uncontrollably from his Furless muzzle, his Tongue starting to hang out his mouth as it grew even longer. "Ohhh Dean, it's beautiful" said Heather as she watched the final changes, his ears prickd up as his eyes moved apart a bit, but still looked ahead down his muzzle, he felt warming fur grow up the sides of his muzzle and down to his nose, the warmth of his canine coat a comforting feeling. He wanted more fur to grow, his tongue to be longer, he wanted to be a big border collie. White fur sprouted along his muzzle, his black nose and lips providing ample contrast and showed off his marvelous colours beautifully. Dean felt his tongue hang loosely out the side of his mouth, and wrapped it all the way around his lips, licking his cold slimy slobber off his fur, then shooting his Tongue up to lick his nose, loving the feeling of having his wet rough tongue over his soft damp doggy nose. He watched as more White fur grew between his eyes and up to meet his head, the pleasure in his loins so powerful now he felt like he was going to explode. He slowed his thrusts and whined as he felt himself orgasm, thrusting his cock deep into Jasmine’s cunt, and his knot followed. Dean whined and barked loudly as he sunk his wide dog knot deep around Jasmine’s loose canine cunt, his knot starting to expand. It felt like the most powerful erection ever, his knot and cock expanded and stretched inside Jasmine’s warm insides, his big furry dog balls pumping up and down. Jasmine barked along with Dean, his orgasm pounding his prostate as thick torrents of hot dog cum spurted into her waiting womb. He barked and closed his eyes, the last of the fur spreading and covering his face. He opened his muzzle wide and let his Tongue hang out loosely as he whined, another powerful orgasm pounding his body with pleasure. He whined as his muzzle and jaw let out one last loud "Crack!" before he gasped for air. He pulled his tail down as he felt his orgasm die in strength, but still spilling more thick seed into Jasmine's belly. He moved his muzzle down and bit Jasmine hard on the back of the neck, thrusting hard with his hips. Jasmine whined as she was mated, Dean's teeth clamped around her neck, before he slowly released his grip and let go, the orgasm finally subsiding. Dean opened his eyes and looked at Heather, everything had turned black and White, except for a few colours, only seeing yellow and blue, any greens or reds seemed absent. His eyes had changed from the blue they once were, to a deep orange, his pupils bigger and the iris covered nearly his whole eye, giving him a completely animalistic appearance. Dean panted and licked his lips and nose as he felt Heather’s hand on his furry head, petting him gently. "Good boy, yes you are your such a good dog" Heather said enthusiastically, petting Dean and rewarding him with fuss. Dean panted and smiled as best he could, wagging his tail while still knotted to Jasmine. He tried to pull out his cock but every tug caused Jasmine to yelp in pain. Dean moved his head down and licked the back of Jasmine’s neck, an apology for being so rough. Dean pulled both his paws over Jasmine and placed them on the concrete beside her, then angled his leg over and round back behind Jasmine, his cock still tied inside her. They stood ass to ass, their tails high in the air, Dean loving how nice to felt to be tied with his new mate. He wagged his tail and felt Jasmine's wagg alongside his, his mouth dripping drool from his panting. Dean was a stunning example of a border collie, his legs and upper body were all black, while his paws, belly chest and neck were a nice bright white. His muzzle was mostly white and black with a white strip that ran between the eyes and disappeared Into black fur on the top of his head. His wet black nose and lips contrasted against the white of his muzzle, his eyes a stunning orange. Heather leaned down and petted Dean gently, now about the size of a large border collie, the mass lost in the heat and change. He finally felt his knot loosen and with a whine from Jasmine his cock slid out her ragged cunt, cum dribbling on the floor from his semi erect canine prick. Dean felt his cock become a little smaller as he knot died down even more, and he panted in pleasure as it slid back into his furry sheath, his long white fur matting with the cum. Finally his bright red cock pulled back into his sheath, the tip just poking out. Dean licked his nose and took a deep breath into his new body, enjoying how it felt to be canine. Dean turned round and approached Jasmine; who stood panting, her tail still raised. He sniffed her backside and got another whiff of her scent, looking at her worn dog cunt. He licked his nose and then proceeded to taste her warm folds, lapping at them obsessively. His eyes shot wide open at how good she tasted, pushing his nose in and sniffing her even more as he licked her pussy out, cleaning it of her juices and his seed. She barked in encouragement and pleasure, pushing her rear into his muzzle and making him sniff at her cunt and ass. He continued to lick at her folds until they were clean once more, licking his lips an nose with his slobbery wet dog Tongue. "My my, you are a handsome dog aren't you Dean" she said lovingly, petting both their heads. Dean panted and nuzzled Jasmine gently, licking her on the cheek. Dean watched as Heather stood up, towering above him. He felt a little scared by the size of Heather now, and looked up at her with his partially colourblind eyes and panted. "Cummon Dean, we have some work to do." said Heather, the tone in her voice was very strong and she commanded a lot of power through it. She pulled out a lead from her trouser pocket and leaned down, attaching it to Dean’s collar. He nuzzled and licked her face gently, then resumed panting. "Good boy, now come with me" she giggled, petting Dean on his head before standing up and pulling gently on the lead. Dean moved out the cage on all fours, hearing his claws scrape on the flat concrete. He much preferred walking on four legs, it felt much more stable and somehow satisfying than two. Dean turned his head back to Jasmine as Heather locked the cage, then walked into the reception. Dean trotted forward an walked with Heather, panting and sniffing the air around him. His nose caught scent of something and after a little more sniffing, he pinpointed the smell to the jar on the counter. "Food!!" he thought, his nose sniffing and testing the air, his belly hungry for some taste. Heather opened the jar up and pulled out a biscuit, then closed the jar again. She held it in her hand and kneeled down next in front of Dean. "Sit!" said Heather forcefully, with a tone of authority and sharpness. Dean pricked his ears up and felt a strange urge in the back of his head. He slowly moved his backside down and placed it on the floor, pulling his tail to the side and waiting. He looked up and stopped panting, licking his lips and nose, patiently waiting. Heather moved the treat down and placed it on the floor, holding her first finger up. "wait.....Wait!" she said again, being very commanding and authoritative with Dean, he couldn't help but obey. He could take the treat now, but he wanted to get more and receive more attention. He wanted to be a good boy, a good dog; he wanted to please his master. She held and waited for what seemed like an age, allowing Dean to stare at his treat. "Go!" she said quickly and out of nowhere, and Dean didn't hesitate. He leaned down and took a whiff of the meat flavored biscuit, before utilizing his Tongue to lick it up into his mouth and crushing it between his teeth, chunks of biscuit falling to the floor. It tasted amazing, an he certainly enjoyed the food. "Good boy! Who's a good boy, yes you are......but you missed a bit" she said pointing down to the floor, some chunks of the biscuit had managed to escape his mouth and land on the floor. Dean sniffed the chunks before licking the ground and hoovering up the crumbs with his tongue. He looked up at Heather licking his lips, panting and being as quiet and patient as he could. Heather rubbed his cheeks and head, petting and fussing him. Dean was overcome with joy at the new found sense of happiness he got from a simple petting and verbal reward, and he was determined to do it more often. "Now Dean, your going to have to be a good boy, I have to microchip you. We don't want you running away and getting lost" said Heather, reaching behind the counter for something. Dean knew he wouldn't want to run away, he was too happy here where the petting and treats were. From behind the counter, Heather held a plastic device with a pistol grip and a needle on the end. He looked up and saw the shining metal, slightly unsure of what she was going to do with it, it was only when she kneeled down he understood. He remembered micro chipping some dogs when he was human, he didn't know if it would hurt a lot. "Be a good boy and sit still, you'll get a treat after" said Heather, the word 'treat' was all Dean was really playing attention to. He pricked his ears up as she reached behind him and felt the loose skin around the back of his neck, it felt rather soothing. A nasty searing pain rushed through Dean’s neck, causing him to fold his ears back and yelp rather loudly. He felt the needle in his neck, but the pain quickly subsided once she removed it, reaching back up to the treat jar and getting another meaty biscuit. Dean obeyed Heather again as she commanded him to 'sit' and 'wait', happy that he could please his master. He had completely forgotten about the micro-chipping and his mind was on other things. Heather petted Dean on the head, rubbing behind his ears and cheeks. She stood up and pulled gently on the lead as she walked back toward the cages. Dean followed loyally, walking by his masters side and panting as he went. Heather opened Jasmine's door and unfastened his lead, patting him on the butt to urge him inside. Jasmine lay on her large bed, and looked up to see Dean enter, a little pant and lick of her nose let Dean now she was happy to see him. "I'll leave you two alone, she needs her mate" said Heather, watching Dean walk slowly towards Jasmine, licking her nose and lips gently. Heather smiled and walked away to resume work, leaving Dean and Jasmine alone. Dean nuzzled and licked Jasmine again, looking into her deep orange eyes, his tail wagging slowly. Jasmine shuffled a little in her bed and dean slowly moved round, putting his paws onto the soft fabric and resting his paws over Jasmine's back and chest. He licked her ears with his wet flat tongue, sniffing and smelling her scent. Heather watched them both fall asleep on a security camera, pleased in the knowledge she had done some good for her Dogs and Dean. No doubt she would get police visiting and asking about Dean's disappearance; but they would never find him, and he didn't want to be found either. -------------------- Over the months Dean was trained with learning to help blind people navigate, warnings for objects and cars, even managing tasks like finding objects for those who needed him most. Heather wasn’t surprised how fast he learned, Dean retained his human intelligence, dominated by a happy canine mind. Dean loved his new form and job, and Heather stayed true to her word. Often Dean would go out to help blind people for the day, but his home was always at the center with his master. But he had something he had been looking for, something he wanted more than a better job. He had Jasmine, and she proved to be just as loving and caring as Heather. After Jasmine gave birth, Dean finally accepted his place in the world. He had tried to be something he was never meant to be, but now he was where he was needed most; by Jasmine's side, curled up together. He had gained something better than a job….. He'd gained a whole new perspective -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN AND EDITED BY SAMAEL - TheNomeKing