“Hi there! I was thinking about moving into the neighborhood, and I was wondering if you could show me around.” Scott smiled as he looked to the woman. “I’ve heard your name is Donna?”

The woman smiled to him, her eyes flashing with amusement. “Oh, it certainly is. And what a good boy you are, coming home like this.”

His heart skipped a beat at her words, a flush creeping across the man’s cheeks. Even so, he couldn’t help but think how odd they were, and he shook his head. “Sorry, what? I mean, I’m not planning on moving in here, I’m planning on moving across the road.”

“Oh, of course you are.” Donna purred, turning her back on him and heading into her home.

Scott blinked in surprise, shifting his glasses anxiously. It was an odd meeting, but… He supposed that was it? So much for making friends with the locals.

“Well? Come on, here boy!” Donna chirped.

Scott responded without thinking, walking in behind her with his heart picking up again. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about the way she was talking to him. Even if it was more than a little demeaning, it was oddly exciting.

“Oh, good boy! Such a good boy!” Donna cooed, rubbing his hair and grinning.

That proved to be a little bit too much, the man blushing and brushing her hand away. “H-hey! I’m not some kind of dog!” He stammered, wincing slightly as she gave him a reproachful look.

“I never said you were, little Scott. But, if that’s what you think…” She sighed, turning from him. Her arm caught against the tennis ball resting atop a nearby dresser, and Scott flinched. He followed the ball with his eyes, barely resisting an urge to go and grab it.

“Oh dear…” The blonde woman sighed, watching the ball herself. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to pick it up later, unless you’d like to be a good boy and fetch it for me.”

There it was again, that rush of excitement through his heart. He knew that she was talking to him like an animal, and yet…

He ran after the ball, grabbing in in his hands and dashing back to her. The brown-haired man smiled, dropping it in her open palms and instinctively wagging his rear.

“Oh, such a good boy. You’re such a good doggy, Scott.” Donna smirked, scratching his ears gently.

It was pleasurable, beyond pleasurable even. Every dig of her nails against his skin elicited a soft moan from the man, and he leaned into the scratches. Little did he know that her every move was stretching his ears more and more, covering them in a light brown fur not unlike that of a dog’s.

“Hnnhow did you know my name?” He moaned, realizing that he hadn’t yet introduced himself-yet completely oblivious to his twitching, large ears.

“Oh, silly boy. I’m a witch, you know. But besides that, we both know that it’s a master’s job to know and understand their pet… Isn’t it?” She laughed coquettishly.

“P-pet?” Scott mumbled, only to yelp in muffled surprise as she shoved the tennis ball into his mouth. It tasted like cloth and rubber, and it felt like it was stretching his jaw so that he could better hold it.

Sure enough, he could see his mouth beginning to move into his peripheral vision. Brown and black fur covered his new muzzle, and he grunted in surprise as his nose began to shift as well. It darkened and became black and spongy, twitching as he sniffed through it.

“Pet.” Donna chuckled, a grin on her face. She smirked, running her hands along his body, petting him like he was an animal. It felt… Really good, honestly. He couldn’t help but lean into her warm hands, even as they pushed at his back, lowering him to all fours. “You can’t say that you dislike it, can you?”

“No…” Scott muttered, looking up to her and watching as she sat in a nearby chair, kicking off her shoes. A smile spread across her face and she wiggled her toes, the motion sending an impulse through the young man that he couldn’t explain.

Donna must have sensed this, for her smile only widened. She wiggled her toes a little more intently, grinning to the entranced man. “Oh, I can tell that my puppy doesn’t quite know what he wants to do… Even though it’s quite simple. You just want to lick my feet and bathe them all over with your tongue, don’t you?”

Yes. It was the only answer that Scott could think of. He knew that he shouldn’t, and that this was more than a deviant fantasy, and yet…

He found himself crawling on all fours towards her as though he was possessed, his tongue licking at his lips. Then just like that he was mere inches away from her.

“Go on, my sweet pet. Have a taste.” Donna purred, tapping her big toe against his darkened nose.

This temptation proved too much, and he let his tongue flick from his mouth, trailing against her soles, caressing her heels with his tongue. It left a trail of thickening drool along her skin, and it changed his tongue as he lapped away at her feet like an animal. Every lick was making the appendage lengthen, stretching and flattening it at the same time.

This only let his every lick cover more of her foot, and he insistently slobbered over her smooth skin. The taste of her feet was heaven to him, and he curled his tongue around her toes, letting it dip in the spaces between them. Then he covered her foot with his mouth, wagging his backside instinctively.

“Aw, such a slobbering mutt. You’re much better like this than you are as a human, so… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to change you a bit more.” She looked to the man idly, wiggling her toes in his mouth.

Scott’s mouth started to stretch further in time with the motion, and the man groaned around her toes. He blushed, watching his face as it became a true canine muzzle. His glasses finally slipped off, clattering to the floor.

The sound seemed to echo in his ears, and he lifted a hand to them, still sucking on Donna’s foot. As he did, he felt how long they had become, and he flinched as they twitched in surprise.

“N-nuh! Umn nut uh duhg!” He tried to protest, but his words were muffled by the foot in his mouth. Scott pulled his head off from her foot, shaking his head and flopping his tongue and ears in the motion.

“Aw, the little puppy doesn’t seem to know his place, does he?” Donna cooed, reaching down and scratching under Scott’s chin.

With so much more chin to scratch, it was mind-numbingly good. Scott found his eyes drifting closed and his tongue slipping from his mouth once more. He let it rest against her wrist as he panted, a tail stretching from his backside so that it could wag appreciatively.

His hands and feet shifted, as did the rest of his posture-yet Scott barely noticed. He was too preoccupied by the pleasurable itching along his chin, scratches that soon moved to his large canine ears.

“Oh, that’s a good boy. Now you almost entirely look the part, don’t you? You’re going to be such a good German Shepherd, I’d bet: the exact kind of animal we could use around here on the farm.” The blonde woman grinned from ear to ear, a smile clear on her face.

The words registered in Scott’s brain and he tried to pull away from her touch, a canine whine escaping his throat. “Hyyn-RUFF?” He blinked in confusion, pawing at his throat with his hands… No, with his paws.

How had he changed so much without noticing? Was it possible that being pampered like a dog was even close to being that pleasurable? The man looked to Donna fearfully, backing away on all fours like a groveling animal.

“Oh, right. I took away your little ability to speak, you know?” She chuckled, her smile still wide. “After all, I’m about to take you outside, and I don’t want the neighbors to cause a fuss.”

Outside? What did she mean by that? Scott’s ears flicked, then he whimpered as his bladder clenched. Oh no… She couldn’t mean that, could she? He looked to her with wide eyes and a whimper, watching as she laughed mockingly, slipping on her shoes and motioning for him to follow.

He was powerless but to obey her, his body moving at her behest. The dog padded to all fours and followed her, whimpering as he realized what she was going to make him do. After all, when a dog was like this, there was only one reason to take him outside…

Sure enough, she led him to a nearby tree, grinning mischievously. “Here we go… Though I suppose someone from the city like you would prefer a little more of an urban target?”

Before his eyes, she made the tree into a fire hydrant just like on any street corner. It made his bladder clench all the harder, and he padded towards the hydrant, sniffing at it instinctively.

It wasn’t like he wanted to, but Scott knew that he had to relieve himself. That said… Could he really do it with such a captive audience?

“Oh, come on boy. I know you can do it. Don’t worry, I know it’s your first time, so I’ll tell you how.” Donna chuckled, reaching over and running her hands through the fur atop Scott’s head, along his flanks and down to his leg.

She curled one arm around him warmly to steady him, then she lifted his leg. There was a wide smile on her face, and she cooed with mirth. “You just need to lift your leg like this, then feel your little doggy bladder clench…”

As she spoke, she trailed her hands from his leg to his cock, stroking his shaft and balls with another coo. “And just let it all out.”

Scott whined like a dog, his ears lying flat against his head. Her touch had relaxed him too much, and when he was posed like this… A wet stream of urine jetted from his transformed cock, splashing against the metal of the hydrant.

His tongue dangled wetly from his mouth as he panted with relief, tail wagging as he emptied his bladder onto the hydrant before her watchful eyes. Then a new sensation gripped his bowels, and his face flushed as he turned on the spot, slipping out of her grip and squatting by the hydrant.

No! Not this too!

Before he could protest any more, he defecated like a dog in front of Donna’s amused eyes, earning him a set of head scratches and tail pets. It was almost pleasurable enough to work him through the humiliation of what he’d just done… Though not nearly enough.

His ears were lowered in shame, and he whimpered, tucking his tail between his legs. He’d done all of that in front of a pretty woman like Donna, and she’d treated him like a complete animal… Could it be that this really was the end of his humanity?

A strange sensation along his cock brought him back to the present, and Scott looked down with surprise, watching as Donna stroked his furry sheath with both hands. His red tip poked from the brown fur in seconds, and she rubbed at it with her thumbs.

“Oh… Or did you think that I was done? Because as long as you can think like a human, it’s not over.” She chuckled, noticing his interest in her motions. “That’s a good boy, get nice and hard… Then take matters into your own hands. Or rather, into your own mouth.”

Scott looked own to his throbbing length, obeying his canine instincts. He wanted to fight them, but she’d instilled within him a powerful need, one that he could only fill like this. The young man covered his aching cock with his muzzle, slurping at his length wetly and lewdly.

His dark lips felt like heaven around his length, let alone his pillowy-soft canine tongue. The fact that what he was sucking himself off didn’t escape him, just like the fact that he was behaving just like an animal.

All of it was so pleasurable that he couldn’t help but moan, the added stimulation sending a faint vibration through his muzzle. He mashed his tongue to his aching length, rolling his hips passionately. He drank in the scent with his changed nose and moaned again, and his tail wagged uncontrollably.

Scott couldn’t remember a time that he’d been so pleasured; that he’d felt so aroused. He whimpered and moaned like a dog, fucking his own mouth harder, reveling in his ecstasy, driving himself to an edge that almost made him… want to…

“Cum, pet.”

At Donna’s words, Scott’s canine knot flared within his mouth, and he choked on its length a moment before exploding, gushing out a torrent of cum deep down his throat. His intelligence flowed from him just like the thick canine semen, spurts of his old human life forever erased with each throb of his cock.

By the time the dog realized it was happening, it was too late for him. He couldn’t remember his own name, then with another twitch of his cock he forgot why he was upset. By the time he popped his dark lips from his tip, there wasn’t a glimmer of humanity left in his canine eyes. And it was clear that was how Donna liked it.

She knelt down, scratching his ears and laughing mockingly. “Good boy.”