Casey looked to her former friends, satisfied at her work. Some of the new dogs were whimpering on the ground, their ears lowered and their eyes large. Felicia was the only one who defied her, raising her hackles and barking loudly.

“Rowf! Rooowf!” She barked loudly, flecks of saliva spilling from her mouth. Just like Kevin had acted, Felicia was holding onto her past self. She was still trying to protect the others, even now.

It was pathetic. “Bad girl! Felicia, quiet!” Felicia snapped. She reveled in the look of shock and hurt that passed through Felicia’s eyes, and the German Shepherd’s ears lowered submissively. She settled into a canine sitting position, looking up with a submissive whimper.

Martin placed a hand on Casey’s shoulder, chuckling. “You know… Felicia’s not quite a proper name for a dog, is it? A little too… Well, dignified? I think you should come up with a new name for her; with a new name for all of our new bitches.”

He paused, looking Casey up and down. “But first… I think we need to give you a present. It’s a gift, a reward for your services here.” He reached into a pocket, pulling out a necklace emblazoned with a heart.

Casey’s own heart raced at that, and she took the pendant in her hands delicately, stroking its glistening iridescent gems. “Is this… Diamond?”

“Of course. When you have powers like mine, acquiring things such as this becomes simple. Please, allow me.” He walked behind the girl, clasping the necklace around her and letting it rest on her shoulders. “It’s a perfect fit, isn’t it?”

“It is.” Casey said breathlessly. She’d always wanted to have rich gifts like this, but she’d never thought to receive them. The girl smiled happily, looking up to the dogs and blinking in surprise as dark mist coalesced around their necks, hardening into collars.

Martin gestured towards them, and the blank tags on their collars. “We don’t want them to get jealous, and we do want them to remember their new names. Go on, have you fun. I’ll be back, I need to get you another surprise.”

“Well, aren’t you the perfect gentleman?” Casey grinned, looking from him to her old friends. “And aren’t you all perfect bitches?”

The girl walked to them, petting their ears and muzzles with a smile. “Felicia… I think that you’ll make for a pretty Lola.”

At the words, the name stitched itself to life on the German Shepherd’s collar… And on her mind. She pawed at her ears with a whimper, the name imprinting itself in her mind. She didn’t forget her old name, or her old life. But all the same, she could recognize this name as her own.

“Wow, how about that?” Casey smiled widely, looking to her other friends in turn. “So… That’ll make Kimiko a Bella, because honestly? Asian doesn’t really suit a Malamute. And what better name suits an Irish Setter than Ginger?”

Casey giggled as Kimiko and Kirstin each whimpered in turn, looking to each other’s collars, then to the girl who was currently petting Melody’s ears. “And you’ll be Daisy now. Which means that our last little puppy, Mia… Well. Mia’s not really a person’s name anyways, is it? Let’s leave it as is.”

She grinned cruelly as Mia whimpered, obviously more embarrassed to retain her original name. “Oh, come on. I always thought that Mia is more of a name for a dog, anyways. Now that you’re a black lab, it fits.”

Footsteps and the quiet padding of paws on floorboard sounded from behind Casey, and she turned to look towards the sound. It was Martin, holding a black Standard Poodle on a leash. He-Casey could tell that much-wasn’t trimmed, every bit as shaggy as nature intended.

She liked that, liked that Martin wasn’t one of those owners who treated dogs as fashion accessories. And, come to think of it, she liked Martin too. The man wasn’t like anything she’d met before. Confidence, power… He really had it all.

“Hey. Who’s this unlucky guy you’ve made into such a stud?” Casey asked, looking up to Martin with a grin.

He grinned back. “Oh, this? He’s Prince. He’s just an ordinary dog, but I think that he’ll soon be a very lucky one.” He reached down, petting the dog’s head. “Don’t you think so, boy?” The dog barked back, panting and wagging his tail eagerly, excitedly.

Casey was excited herself. She wondered which of her cheer squad was about to receive his passion. Suddenly her new necklace tightened around her neck, the chain turning to leather. She reached up to it in confusion, then looked to Martin in betrayal.

“Oops.” He chuckled.

Casey glared, her scalp beginning to tingle. “What do you mean ‘oops’? She asked, her hackles literally rising. She clamped a hand to the back of her neck and shuddered at the feeling of curly hair-of fur.

“I mean that you’ve placed your trust in the wrong sort of person. You could call it a karmic comeuppance if you’d rather, but this was much the plan from the start-even if you had left your friends human.” Martin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You know, that hairstyle really does suit you.”

Casey whimpered in distress, lifting her hands to her hair and feeling it begin to change. Her sleek black locks were getting thicker and curlier by the passing second, their smooth conditioned strands getting so very coarse.

A flush crept across her cheeks and she bit her darkening lips, hurt and betrayal clear in her eyes. She held some of her hair before her eyes as it began to recede into her head, watching as the black of her hair lightened to a crisp snow white.

It was strange, having changed so many others only to change herself. She’d wondered what it would feel like, and now she knew. Her scalp tingled, an itching like insects on her skin that spread like a rash. She pressed her hands to the thin growing hairs, feeling them press against her hand.

“No! I don’t want to be a dog!” She tried, a groan slipping from past her lips as her chest began to ache. She pressed a palm to her skin, feeling her breasts shrink away to nothingness; feeling small teats well up from her belly in two neat rows.

“What you want isn’t exactly what matters to me. It’s what I want, my dear.” Martin replied, watching as she sank to her knees; then fell to her hands.

Her arms and legs ached, the muscles creaking as though they’d just been exercised hard. She watched as they lost their humanity, becoming slender, rounder. The white fur grew from these too, the hairs swelling to life and leaving her thickly bushy with hair.

Then Casey’s nose began to change, and she found her attention drawn there. She could see the white fuzz of her cheeks in her peripheral vision, and it made the black of her changing nose stand out all the more for it.

She watched as her jaw began to stretch out, seeming to slide her nose into a new form as it grew. The tip of her nose was pulled with every inch of her growing muzzle, until her nostrils were at the front of her changed face.

She pressed a hand to it, recoiling at the sensation of a warm dog nose against her hand-and of a hand against said nose. The hand wasn’t a hand for much longer, her fingers sinking back into her palms and her palms pushing out into the pads of an animal.

She pressed these pads against the floor, blinking in surprise. It didn’t feel as cool as it should have, though it felt just like she’d expected tile to. Her soft, thick pads were apparently almost as sensitive as normal skin was.

This bewilderment didn’t last long, as she was distracted by the stretching of her ears. She lifted her hind leg and scratched hard against them, whimpering loudly in distress. She felt them lengthening, as though someone was pulling on them to lengthen them; then pressing hard on them to flatten them out.

The thick, poofy fur covered these too, and she shook them irritatedly. “GrrMartwARF! Ruuff!” Casey tried to speak, but her throat grew sore and scratchy as she barked. Her eyes narrowed further, clouding with canine distress.

“I think it’s a little late for words, Casey.” Martin spoke with the same self-assured confidence that Casey had held moments prior.

Her ears instinctively lowered, and she felt her backbone stretch far away from her once-pert bottom, now the round hind of a hound. This tail was the singular most distressing part of her change, something that her human mind wasn’t capable of fathoming yet her canine mind knew all too well.

She had a new appendage, a long and wagging dog tail. It swayed behind herself, soon getting heavier and heavier with the poofy fur that had covered her so. She looked back to it with a distressed whimper, and the urge to chase it momentarily flitted through her mind. Thankfully, the memory of Melody’s changes was still fresh enough in her mind to resist.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t resist these changes, any of them. She could feel the canine instincts creeping into her mind a bit at a time: the urge to pant when she was hot, the need to eat messily like an animal, and even the urge to lift her tail whenever she wanted to be bred. Not that she wanted to, but the thought of Martin’s kennel was fresh on her mind.

Distressed, Casey fell from her knees onto all fours. Her arms and her legs shortened, and she huffed as the air was driven from her lungs by change. Her body compressed and molded to this invisible force, and she looked to her canine flanks with a doglike sob.

Her beautiful hourglass figure was forever gone. Now, she was little more than a poodle.

“You know, I did promise you an extraordinary experience.” Martin spoke, and with a wave of his hand, Casey began to feel… Hot. It was a racing pleasure that coursed through her veins, making her heart race with arousal.

A strangled whimper of a whine erupted from her throat, and she tried to back away from the dog, even though she found him to be incredibly sexy. That wasn’t supposed to happen! She was supposed to find Martin sexy, not some sort of dog like Prince!

Prince… The only thing she could think of was his big, strong cock inside of her, fucking her harder and harder. She almost wanted to be a bitch, but… No! No, she couldn’t; she wouldn’t.

She grit her canine teeth and growled, batting back the new instincts that had threatened to overwhelm her. She was ready to fight this, to fight against Martin. She didn’t know how, but there had to be some way she could resist!

“Go on boy, claim the bounty that is yours.” Martin laughed, unclipping the dog’s leash. He watched as the black poodle bounded towards his white-furred counterpart, the dog’s cock completely erect. The animal was ready to mate, even if his object of affection thought otherwise.

“Hey, girls? Be good dogs and keep my little poodle from running away, hm?” Martin cooed, and Casey looked to him in shock-then to her former friends.

Unfortunately, her words while changing them had burned just about every bridge with them that she’d had, and the poodle whimpered. They circled her, Felicia-Lola-snapping her jaws at Casey and forcing her back, back towards Prince.

The black poodle panted hotly in her floppy ears, mounting her and pressing his cock against her folds. She tried to pull back from him, to get away. But he was so strong, too strong for her. She could feel his paws pressing against her sides, his belly against her back.

Then he entered her, the hot length of his cock spearing into her. She wanted to moan, but instead could only let out a canine whimper of ecstasy, a howl tearing itself from her throat. “Hnnn-Hyyyyyn!” She whimpered, her long ears flattening.

“Oh, good girl Lola! Who’s a good girl? Good girl, making sure Prince gets to his mate! I think I’m gonna give you extra treats.” Casey heard Martin talking to her old friend, watching him pet the happily whimpering dog.

Then Casey found herself distracted once more by the pleasure, by the ecstasy of being fucked by an animal. His weight was perfect on her back, his strength was all hers. She whimpered and whined loudly, rocking back against him.

She didn’t expect the dog to be so big inside her, or so hot or so warm. His cock was girthy and hefty, and his furry balls swatted against her ass again and again. Her thick canine tongue lolled from her mouth and she panted hotly, the cool air entering her mouth only to exit it as hot lust.

More, she wanted more! “Hahhh ruff!” She barked, her ears and tongue flopping with the motion. The bitch barked again, wagging her tail and stroking her mate’s balls. Hot lust, carnal bliss flooded through her. She needed more and more, far more than her body could take yet all the same, everything that Prince could give.

He hilted himself in her, and she groaned with pleasure beyond pleasure. Her doggy body couldn’t handle the bliss, and she clenched her folds hard with a loud howl, gushing over Prince’s cock. And yet he kept going, fucking her until she came again, and then again after that.

“Rowwf! Hah hah hahhh RUFF!” Stars danced across her vision, and she slipped into pleasure unlike anything she’d felt before in her life. Finally he came within her, after what felt like a lifetime of pleasure. His hot seed flooded her womb, and she groaned at the feeling of his engorged cock stuffing her snatch.

“There we go. I’m sure you’ll have puppies before too long.” Martin said with a laugh, his smug tone dripping into every word he said. “As will all your friends, in time. Even your ex-though he’ll have the priviledge of only having to raise them, not to bear that.”

Casey tried to run, but she couldn’t. She realized that Prince was stuck in her, and she continued to helplessly pant. That was the part of her body that she couldn’t control: she couldn’t keep herself from panting. Even after breaking free from her instincts again, she was still breathing hard, her tongue hanging out of her mouth like a dog.

It was humiliating, the most embarrassing moment of her life. Casey whimpered and looked to Martin with wide eyes, watching as he approached her, a smirk on his face. “Well, I think that we’re going to have a lot of fun here,” he leaned in, lifting one of her large ears and whispering into it, “Princess.”

With that, the heart-shaped pendant on her neck glowed, her new name magically engraved onto its surface. It wasn’t like the other girls’ changes, this was more complete. She couldn’t remember things about being a human anymore, couldn’t remember how to write or to speak. Worse, she couldn’t remember her name.

All she was now was Princess.

With the big dog on her back, she realized in horror that there was no way back. That momentary power that she had was all just one of Martin’s tricks, a glimpse of what he had. She couldn’t feel it in herself anymore, which meant that she couldn’t change her body into something human.

For the rest of her life, she would just be Princess. She would be a pet for Martin, a mate for his dog, and a mother for their pups.