(Man to Dog)



Rick Styles was on top of the world. Thanks to a great agent, the aspiring actor had finally landed a film-and a co-starring role, at that. He’d been signed onto this year’s latest blockbuster: ‘The Dogtective’. He didn’t know what it was about, but for his breakout role, it could be worse.

Better yet, the film’s lead was none other than Andrea Monroe-a smoldering beauty he’d had a crush on since the day he’d moved here. Yes, Rick was flying high, and nothing was going to bring him down. Or so he’d thought.

In truth, the role he’d been cast was indeed for the co-star: Bubba the St. Bernard. Andrea had made a deal with them to turn Rick into a St. Bernard, resulting in a pet for her and a dog with above average intelligence for the studio.

The only thing the spell required was that he be changed by someone he loved, someone he’d give himself to. Fortunately for Andrea, Rick’s agent all but confirmed that the actor was head-over-heels for her, and would figuratively-and soon literally-jump through hoops for her.

Of course Rick knew none of this, and so he approached his co-star with a pounding heart and a dry mouth. She was even prettier in person, and the dark-haired man struggled to think of words to say to her.

Much to his surprise, she beat him to the punch. “Aw, are you my good boy?” Andrea cooed, applying the framework for a transformative spell.

Rick played right into it, nodding eagerly. “Yes! I mean, I’m Rick, your new coworker.” He didn’t know why, but his heart was pounding even faster. Being called a good boy was like having his soul massaged, brightening his mood and his day immensely.

Andrea noticed the man’s butt swaying from side to side and had to suppress a laugh. She’d heard stories of these transformation spells, and seeing it happen in person was something truly unique. The brunette didn’t have any animosity towards him-she even thought he was cute, in a scruffy sort of way. That’s why she’d keep him after this, as her pampered pup.

“Oh, such a good boy!” She cooed, taking his hands in hers, rubbing the backs of his hands and easing a lush wave of fur from his skin.

Rick was in heaven, far too much for him to notice anything was amiss. Even as his fingers began to blimp up, and his thumbs receded into his palms, the man had no idea that his body was changing. Instead, he swallowed a mouthful of drool and nodded again.

“That’s me! I’m a good boy!” The words came instinctively to his mind, and he blushed as he said them. He didn’t know why he’d spoken them aloud, but it looked like Andrea was amused by them, and that made him happy.

“Of course you are!” She cooed, reaching up and tousling his hair. Were it anyone else, he’d have found the motion to be aggravating. From her, it was akin to being kissed on the lips.

He whimpered, feeling his dry mouth moisten again. The man hurriedly swallowed another mouthful of drool, looking to his costar and gesturing with his changed paw-hands. “So… what do I do first? I’m really eager to be here on the set, and learn what I can do for you.”

“Oh? I’m, sure my good boy would love to learn to show off his tricks.” The actress beamed as Rick nodded, taking his hands in hers once more. This time, she kneaded his palms, making plump pads swell from his palms. “But first, let’s spend the day together. Have some fun, you know?”

Bring called a good boy was almost enough to make Rick bark with glee, and he barely suppressed the strange urge. Something told him that Andrea wouldn’t have minded, but that didn’t make it any less weird for him.

“Okay, so first, we’re going to take you to a massage parlor. I’ve booked us a room, and it’ll really let us get some good skinship in.” Andrea winked to Rick, making his heart race all the harder.

“Y-you mean, you want me to give you a massage?” He asked, chuckling uneasily. “I’m not sure I’m that good with my hands…” He started to lift them as an example, but Andrea hurriedly gripped his wrists, pushing them down to his sides.

“No!” She exclaimed, a little too hurriedly. The woman smiled, regaining her composure a second later. “I mean… No, sweetheart. I’ll be the one massaging my…”

She paused, taking his ears in her hands and leaning in close. As she did, they grew, brown fur creeping out from his pores. His ears got so big and heavy that they flopped over, and the brunette had to lift his right ear so she could whisper into it. “Good, good, good boy.”

Rick whimpered in ecstasy, melting in her hands like putty. He followed her in a daze to her car, and before he knew it, he was naked on a table, with her rubbing his back.

“How did we… Ohhh…” Rick moaned, a dumb smile crossing his face as the woman’s delicate fingers plied into his muscles, reshaping them. He simply closed his eyes and drifted, only to open them wide as she squeezed his butt.

Of course, that hadn’t entirely been her intention-she was planning to focus on his tailbone. But he was so cute, and that rear of his really did warrant attention. The woman laughed at Rick’s visible reaction, then laughed harder as his hindquarters grew fur, losing his smooth supple cheeks in favor of a more canine appearance.

“Just teasing you, pet.” She scratched him behind his ears, and Rick groaned in desirous, loving bliss. Satisfied that her charge was sufficiently at ease, the woman began to work her hands around his backside, pulling out what would be his tail.

The feeling was almost indescribable. Rick groaned, drool dripping from his mouth onto the carpet as she pulled his tailbone out, out, out. He could feel her hands around the lengthening nub, feel it itch as soft and thick fur came in.

Her touch was soft and gentle around his new appendage, and its muscles sang with bliss as she caressed them. Rick was growing quite the shaggy tail indeed, one that made him absolutely want to wag it with bliss.

“Go on, my good boy. You know what to do.” Andrea cooed, her voice much louder thanks to his changed ears.

So Rick did. He let his tail swish from side to side, feeling its heavy hairs swaying with every motion, feeling the virgin bones ache with that pleasure of being freshly stretched. His tail wagged harder and harder still, and soon she had to let go of it because it was swaying so hard.

Andrea cooed with amusement, turning her attention to his feet and legs. She rubbed her thumbs against the soles of his feet, giggling as his tail thumped against the massage table. Again, soft pads grew out from his skin. His toes dwindled away, big toes becoming dewclaws near his ankles. His thighs shrank and his calves went with them, leaving the other bones near his ankles room to grow.

It gave him a distinctly canine look, and ensured that he’d be unable to walk on two legs again. Naturally this meant that Andrea had to take the changes a little farther before bringing him back to the studio. “Come on boy, roll over!” She called.

“Woof…” Rick muttered, rolling onto his back and wriggling in place, eyes rolling with bliss as the woman massaged his belly. His tail thumped hard against the bed, and Rick’s world was nothing but ecstasy and a warmth that continued to grow.

Little did he know said warmth was thanks in no small part to fur extending from his every pore. It was lush soft, brown around the top of his head and his back and white everywhere else. A black band separated the colors, giving him an unmistakable coat.

His arms were changed for good measure, though by then Rick was almost too far gone to notice. The only thing he felt was a strange wrongness as his shoulders were moved, making his arms hang in front of him. But he tucked them in like a dog would, groaning and moaning on the table.

“Who’s my good boy?” Andrea cooed, actually nuzzling his belly with her cheek, her warm face rubbing against his fur.

“Woof! Me! I’m your good boy woof!” Rick panted happily, earning a laugh from his crush that was like music to his floppy ears. She patted his flank and he rolled instinctively to all fours, hopping from the table onto the ground.

Andrea knelt down to the man, though she didn’t have to lean far. He was tall as a human, and so he made naturally for a big dog. She played her fingers behind his ears and against the thick ruff of fur that lined the back of his neck, eliciting another whimper from him. “Wanna go back to the studio, my good boy?”

Rick nodded, following her to the car and pressing his nose instinctively against the window. He didn’t know why, but he really wanted to stick his head out of the window and feel the air against his face!

The brunette noticed this, and was suitably impressed with the transformation. She lowered the passenger window, stroking the back of Rick’s head and pulling his dark human hair from his scalp. It was like pulling weeds from wet soil, there was no resistance. Rather, the hairs simply fell out as though they didn’t belong.

Rick was too busy hanging his head out the window to notice. His cheeks grew long and floppy as the wind hit them, and before long he had a proper set of canine jowls. Still, that was nothing compared to the changes to his tongue.

The muscle was growing long, thin, and floppy. As he panted, he could feel his tongue stretching out longer and longer, past his lower lip, then past his chin, then past his collar. It flopped as the wind caught it, drool flecking from its tip, flying behind him as he enjoyed the drive.

By the time it was over, he had a fully canine tongue, with jowls to match. Now more dog than man, Rick turned towards Andrea, panting contentedly. “What’llghwe droo nowrr?” He managed, his tongue and jowls making it a good deal harder to speak as a person.

Andrea worried for a moment that he’d notice the changes to his body, but he was too lost to staring at her. The woman cooed, scratching him behind his ears. “Well, I had craft services whip us up a special treat for you, of course.”

Rick’s floppy ears perked up with attention, and he panted with delight. The dog-man could barely wait as she let him out of the car, and he bounded around her, following her to her dressing room. She sat on a couch and he hopped next to her on it, only to have her tut at him.

Rick whined, realizing his mistake. It was rude to sit on the couch, he knew that! He had to wait for her to invite him up! The dog-man hopped to the ground, cocking his head to the side and drooling with anticipation. “Sowwrrryy!”

“That’s my good boy! Up!” Andrea patted her lap, giggling as Rick bounded into it, nuzzling into her warm embrace. He covered her face in licks, and she returned the affection with kisses, the kind of overstated smooches reserved for women kissing their dogs.

One of the assistants walked in with a covered plate, and Andrea waved them off with a smile and a wink. She didn’t need to worry about Rick noticing his stares, all of his attention was on her and on the plate of food.

“You want treat? Does good boy want treat?” She cooed, giving up the pretense of talking to him as a human.

“Woof! WOOF! Wanthh! Treathh Rick wannth!” Rick whimpered, his mind playing into the pet play, his appetite momentarily driving him stupid. The heightened dimwittedness was only raised as she lifted the cover, revealing morsels of raw cubed steak.

“Only the best for my good boy.” Andrea laughed as Rick’s tail wagged the hardest it had since he’d grown it.

The dog-man was hungry, so so so very hungry that he could barely stand it. His drool thickened in his mouth as he stared, salivating but waiting to be fed like an obedient pet. Rick’s saliva went from dripping off his tongue like a leaky faucet to collecting at the tip before wetly splashing down, proper canine saliva filling his mouth.

He could smell the meat too, and he groaned with anticipation even as his nose began to change. It grew dark, spongy, and dry-so he flicked his tongue up against it, slapping his drool onto his changing nose. It still wasn’t dry, so he licked his nose again and again, each time flattening it further, changing it more and more into a dog’s nose.

By the time he was done, Rick had a dog’s nose on his face, leaving his muzzle the last thing to change about him-and that was well underway. With every delicious bit of food Andrea slipped into his mouth, his snout stretched out further and further.

Andrea hugged her arms around him, watching him change with undisguised glee. She’d always wanted a big dog, and it looked like she was about to get the best one ever. The woman slipped another bite of meat past his darkening lips, and Rick groaned with bliss, chomping down on the meat.

Before long the plate was empty, but Rick wasn’t done. Even though his muzzle had fully grown and his teeth had changed, the full-on St. Bernard wasn’t through eating. He wetly licked at the plate, curling his tongue around the flavorful juices and pulling them into his mouth.

Andrea was a little surprised, but she hid it with another wave of “Good boy”s. She watched her new St. Bernard, happily laughing as he licked her face, covering her in his meat-flavored drool then in canine drool as he licked her ‘clean’ for good measure.

“Oh, I love my good boy!” Andrea cooed.

Rick’s heart felt like it was going to explode from sheer happiness, and he wagged his tail hard from side to side, panting with giddy, eager bliss. “Rrrooo lrroove mrrreee?” He panted, drool dripping from his tongue and jowls alike. “Woof WOOF WOOF! WOOF!”

Andrea laughed at his reaction, standing up and hugging him in her arms. She huffed with exertion at how heavy he was, but the woman still carried him from her room, nuzzling her nose against his and taking him to the set of the movie.

She set the dog down, scratching his ears and winking to him. “Okay boy, now we’re going to practice lines. So, I’m going to be reading what you do, and you do it, okay?” She walked to a table and picked up a script, flipping through to pages she’d been instructed to read.

Rick nodded, jowls and ears flopping. He understood! He was a good boy, and he wanted to please his crush with all of his heart.

“Okay, good! So, in this first scene, I walk in to find you covering our new client in licks. I say ‘Oh, I see you’ve met our Dogtective’, and Bubba-that’s you-sits. Go on, Bubba! Sit!” Andrea read from her script, looking to Rick.

Ricka nodded, drooling. He obediently sat on his haunches, his tongue flopping and his chest heaving from the pants. Drool dripped freely from his tongue as he wagged his shaggy tail, and the St. Bernard resisted the urge to bark.

“Good boy!” Andrea rewarded him with praise, flipping to another page in her script. “Next, Bubba is going to beg for me. Come on, Bubba!”

“Hyyyn! Hyyyyyyynnn!” Ribba lifted his front paws, pouting as he wriggled in place needily. The intelligence was dripping from his mind the more he gave into his role, overwriting his personality with that of a loyal, loving St. Bernard’s. And he loved it.

“Good boy! Now Bubba! Roll over then play dead! Can you do that for me, boy?”

Rubba did as asked, dropping onto his side and rolling, then flopping his tongue from his mouth and resting a paw on his chest. The motion cost him every ounce of education he had, years of acting school and even primary schooling being abandoned in favor of a simpler brain.

“That’s my best, best boy. Now, one last trick! Bubba! Speak!”

“WOOF WOOF GAROOF!!!” Bubba hopped to his haunches, barking loudly, the sounds unlike any a human could make. He was completely a dog in body and mind, and he loved his owner with all his doggy heart!

“My good boy!” Andrea beamed, flipping to the last page in her book and walking over to her new co-star. She dropped beside the dog, turning the pages so he could look at them. “Tell me, can you read this?”

Bubba squinted, but he couldn’t. For a moment, he was concerned before he realized how silly that was. He didn’t understand the human-symbols, he only knew how to listen to his best owner’s words! Still, she wanted him to read it, so he whined with distress, placing a paw on the paper as though it could help him make sense of the words.

“Aww, that’s what I thought.” Andrea kissed the furry back of Bubba’s head. “It says ‘if Bubba can’t read this, then he’s forever Andrea’s new pet’, isn’t that great?”

It was! It was great! “WOOF GROOF!” Bubba barked happily, nuzzling his owner and covering her in drool for the second time that hour. She didn’t mind, instead laughing and slipping a collar around his neck, marking him forever as hers.

“My good boy!” Andrea cooed, tousling his floppy ears and rising to her feet. “Now come on, there’s a surprise press conference in thirty minutes, and I want to show you off to the whole world.”

Bubba hopped to his feet, padding after her and panting with content. He was Andrea’s co-star, he was a wonderful St. Bernard, and above all he was a good boy.