(Post-Transformation Female Dog to Male Dog)
(Woman to Dog)

Amy sighed as best she could, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. A trickle of drool pulled below her onto the floor, but the other woman in the room didn’t mind. And why would she? I’m a dog. The thoughts were bitter, as they had been for the past month.

Things hadn’t been great for her since she’d become a chocolate Labrador Retriever. It wasn’t that Marisa was a bad owner, but that didn’t change the fact that Amy didn’t want to be owned in the first place. Plus the redhead was infuriatingly cute, so Amy had to live in a constant state of envy over that.

Amy sighed, tasting her dog breath and grimacing. Then she rolled onto her paws, tail idly wagging as she padded towards her water bowl. Her head dipped towards its surface, the worst part about quenching her thirst. Who’s that doggy in the water bowl?

In the few moments before she could actually lap at the water, the girl had to look at herself, at the long muzzle and floppy ears of her breed. Worst of all, she had to see a set of soulful brown eyes looking back at her. Then her tongue broke the surface of the water, and her reflection was distorted.

How long would it be before Amy forgot what she looked like as a human? Already the woman had forgotten some little things, like her employee code at the bank and her old address. The Labrador curled her tongue, scooping water into it before flicking it up into her mouth.

Her shaggy tail swayed idly as she continued to drink, splashing her muzzle in the process. A bit got up her nose, and the former woman snorted hard, blowing her nose onto the ground. That was another embarrassment: that she had to constantly act in a manner unbefitting of a human.

Amy had her fill, pulling her head back and looking at her bowl. ‘COOKIE’ was what the letters along its rim spelled, even if she could no longer understand the letters. Every time she gave into a canine impulse, she lost a little more of herself. Last week she’d eaten herself out, and had forgotten to read.

That actually wasn’t so bad, honestly. She wasn’t too big on the book life to begin with. Well, unless that book was the Kama Sutra… Amy huffed at her own joke, then lifted her tail, letting a little fart slip that cost herself her memories of kindergarten.

Just great… Well, maybe Marisa won’t notice. Amy sighed. I really don’t want to go-

“Outside?”

Despite herself, Amy’s tail started wagging.

“Outside?” Does the good girl wanna outside? Judging from that smelly-welly fart, she does?” Marisa bounded to her feet, her cute breasts jiggling in the process.

And even her butt is jiggling too. Great. Maybe when I go full dog, I’ll stop being jealous of her. Amy sighed, padding towards the door. Her toes clicked on the ground as she walked towards the door, moving all four limbs naturally.

That was a small blessing of her change so far. She’d been unable to walk at first-but had also been completely human mentally. Naturally, that meant that Amy had been a quick study. It was a bit of a blessing, since it meant that she could keep up with Marisa on the woman’s jogs.

Said woman knelt down, her red hair swaying slightly. She grinned eagerly, clipping a leash around Amy’s collar. “Okay, let’s go! My smart little Cookie-Wookie!”

I really hope that name stops bothering me soon. Amy sighed, before padding off after her new owner. She moved with an easy loping gait that bounced her ears with every step, and the sun was warm against her fur.

In truth, it was way better than walking as a human. She idly looked left and right as she moved, enjoying the outside world through her canine eyes’ muted colors. It was an interesting experience, and one that she’d have enjoyed were it not permanent.

A flash of blue caught her attention, and Amy turned sharply, her collar choking her for a moment. Sure enough, she caught sight of a woman who was strangely in perfect coloration, as though this one person in particular was left in perfect human color.

Is that… Amy blinked, shaking her head and flopping her ears. A small trickle of saliva dripped onto the ground from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t care about that so much as she did the person. Sure enough, it was a blonde with blue-tipped highlights: the same witch who’d changed her.

“What’s wrong, girl?” Marisa knelt down, patting Amy’s side before giving her a belly rub.

Amy almost lost control for a moment as Marisa’s slender fingers trailed along her doggy teats. That was her favorite part about belly rubs, a shameful little secret that she was glad nobody would ever know. Her tail wagged and her long tongue flopped from her mouth, before she wrested control, darting towards the witch and taking Marisa along for the ride.

Luckily, Marisa always followed along whenever Amy wanted to go somewhere-probably because the first time Amy had done something like this, she’d found a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk. A lucky coincidence, and it was finally paying off.

“Hm?” The witch turned, looking to the pet and owner jogging towards her. “Oh!”

Amy hated the way the woman’s eyes lit up with recognition, as though she was looking at a longtime friend. Bitch. I still think you’re one, even if you changed me into this for calling you one. Her hackles raised, and she barked loudly at the woman.

“Omigod I’m so sorry!” Marisa huffed, tugging on Amy’s leash. “Cookie here is such a good girl normally, I don’t know what’s gotten into her today.”

Yeah, I’ll bet. Well, don’t worry, because I’m going to… To… I haven’t thought this out. Amy whimpered, her tail naturally drooping towards her legs. Her new body wore its heart on its furry sleeve.

“Oh, I think I do.” The witch smiled, a telltale smile that Amy recognized. It was the same look she’d worn when changing Amy to begin with.

Desperately, the Labrador turned to run again, to move as quickly as she could and hopefully save Marisa from whatever was about to happen. She was too slow.

“See, your little ‘Cookie’ is actually a rather rude woman named Amy. Apparently she’s not entirely a dog yet, which is why I might need your help with that.” The witch hummed, pointing a finger towards Marisa.

Amy watched the scene unfold, as if it was in slow-motion. A bolt of pink energy arced from the woman’s finger straight to Marisa’s head, and the woman’s eyes glazed immediately. Then her whole body seemed to implode, magic pulling her legs off the ground as they shrank, tugging her arms closer to her body, and stretching out Marisa’s ears.

In just under five seconds, a very confused Beagle in an oversized jogger outfit hung suspended in midair. Then she fell to the ground, landing on her short tail with a woof. The dog that was Marisa shook her head out in confusion, then yipped loudly, looking to her clothes, then up to the witch.

Yeah, I know what that feels like. Amy sighed, whimpering.

“Oh, poor dear. It’s okay, I know that it’s ‘Cookie’s’ fault for getting you into this. But don’t worry, she’s gonna get you out of this. See, whenever you two finally couple… Well, that’ll doom your minds forever. But don’t worry, I’m so impressed with Amy that I’ll be sure to leave you in a good home this time.”

With that, the witch clicked her fingers, and Amy and Marisa fell through the grass they’d been standing on-or rather, through the portal that had opened up amid the grass. Magical flame burned the collar from Amy’s neck and the clothing from Marisa’s body, and the two landed on a soft carpet, in a strange home.

Amy knew it was strange, from how it smelled. It wasn’t at all like Marisa’s apartment, that had smelled like new exercise equipment. This home had a warm smell, of handmade meals and plenty of spilled food. Lucky us. Us!

Amy looked to Marisa, whimpering and lowering her ears. She gave the Beagle a quick lick, hoping that would ease her tensions. Marisa simply scoffed, turning around and lifting her tail, wagging it intently.

For a moment, Amy wondered what that was supposed to achieve. Then the scent hit her, a warm and musky sort of thing that screamed of the need to breed. Which is lovely and all, but I can’t physically do that. So much for coupling…

Amy trailed off, a stirring between her legs eliciting a loud whimper from the dog. Her clit ached, pulsing to the beat of her heart. A long rope of drool slowly pooled from her tongue, spilling into a puddle on the ground. Then a sharp twin pains came from her pussy, as though something that should be on the inside was now on the outside.

No way… No way no way no way no way… She looked between her legs, whimpering loudly as she realized that ‘she’ was now a ‘he’. Then she groaned, his new balls so cool against the rug. They were achingly full of cum, as though her furred scrotum had been storing semen for all her life.

A pinprick lanced through her swelling clit, and the Labrador moaned aloud, precum dribbling from her new tip. A furred sheath pulled her prick against her belly, and she looked to Marisa in a new light, smelled her in a new light. Well, that explains how she wanted us to couple. But… I don’t want to lose my humanity.

As Amy struggled to think, his body moved instinctively. The urge, the need to cum was too great for her, and she pressed his weight atop the smaller dog, nipping at her floppy ears. Beneath her, Marissa urged her on, wagging her hips and barking.

Then she plunged into the bitch, and Amy was jolted to the present. What? No, I-fuck that feels good. But no, I need to pull out! She could tell from the look in Marisa’s eyes that she was similarly shocked by this. The beagle had a look of stunned horror, as though she’d woken up from a night of drinking to find she’d slept with… Well, a dog.

Then the glimmer in Marisa’s eyes began to fade, and the Beagle began to grind her hips insistently against Amy’s. Nonono, stay in there, I can’t be alone in this! Amy whimpered, struggling to pull back. No matter how much she pulled away, Marisa would only back up, grinding her furry ass against Amy’s groin.

The last spark faded, and Amy realized he was fucking a beagle. No, wait… I’m not a he, I’m- Amy growled and gasped as Marisa clenched her folds around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. Fuuck that feels good my bitch want to no, I… I’m Amy.

He flopped his ears, gasping and struggling to think. Don’t cum, don’t cum. Think about handicrafts, like sock puppies bitch Beagle swollen with puppies, no, puppets. Sock puppets. Soft like Beagle folds, no, Amy. Amy is Amy can’t think.

His hips slowly began to drive against the Beagle’s body, rocking her with every motion and flopping her ears. As shameful as it was, he was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his balls swatting her ass, knowing that she’d soon be swelling with his pups.

Amy wants cum… No, Amy needs cum. No, Amy no cum even though needs. Think hard… Amy drooled openly, his eyes glazing. His whole body was so hot, he needed release, and the bitch beneath him was the only source of relief he had.

Cum Bitch puppies for Bitch The Labrador howled with relief, the corners of his lips pulling upwards. It was the last human expression he’d ever make as he forgot everything of his existence, emptying himself into the Beagle and claiming her as his forever.

A stirring came from the room over, and a human entered the room. It was a long-furred one, with a soft voice. It made noises, some of which were the sounds it made when it wanted to get Labrador’s attention. Then it made a sound like laughter.

That was good. It meant he wasn’t in trouble. The Labrador huffed contentedly, his knot locking him and his bitch together. Then he lowered himself atop her, closing his eyes and resting.