(Mass TF, Various M and F to Dogs)

“Hey Bob?”

Tom didn’t look over to the rookie next to him. In part, it was because he didn’t know the kid’s name, and didn’t want to make a show of checking his badge. But that was by design – Tom had served long enough to know never to learn someone’s name at least until their second month on the job.

Unfortunately, this apparently could go both ways, as the Rookie had no idea who his instructor was.

“It’s Tom. It’s always been Tom. Yes, my last name is Roberts. Stop calling me Bob.”

“Sure thing, Tob. Tom.”

By a superhuman force of effort, Tom ignored the little voice in his head that told him to veer his squad car into oncoming traffic. While such a course might have dealt with the rookie, it would also have caused an inordinate amount of paperwork.

Instead, he took a deep breath through his nose, letting out a moment later. His therapist would be proud.

“What’s this switch do?”

This time, Tom looked. His hands twitched slightly at the sight of the rookie’s finger, dangerously close to The Switch. Not just a switch, it was The Switch. The one tantalizingly marked K-9.

“Don’t.”

The rookie shifted in his chair. “But like… We’re not a dog unit, right?”

“Right.”

“So what’s it do?”

Tom took another deep breath in through his nose. This one was let out a little quicker. In all honesty, he didn’t know. It was part of the new riot equipment that had been installed by that contractor. What he did know was that it was important, and not to be flipped unless-

Click.

A nearby car’s honk shut off quickly, too quickly. The ambient rush of traffic and even wind against the car muted. Tom gawped as all sound from the outside world ceased.

“Weird. It looks like our lights are on, though…” The rookie looked out his window curiously, blithely ignorant to what he’d just done.

Dani jolted in her seat, stunned by the eruption of light and sound from the police cruiser beside her. Was she speeding? Was this for her? No, that wouldn’t be right, he wouldn’t have signaled from next to her if that was the case, right?

That flurry of thoughts passed through her brain in a fraction of a second, a hair before her nerves started to scream with unfamiliar sensations. Her left ear tugged as though someone was pulling on it, but her head didn’t budge an inch. Her seat suddenly felt uncomfortable, as a pressure built deep in her tailbone. Her tongue swelled in her mouth as though she was having an allergic reaction.

It was all so sudden, and all too overwhelming. Dani didn’t even notice that her car’s Smart-Drive feature had kicked on, and was gently guiding her to the curb. She didn’t notice that the cars before and after her were following suit—all save for the police cruiser which had zipped by so suddenly, whose lights were already fading into the distance.

She was much too preoccupied from the sights and sensations of her hands. Each of her fingers was swelling, one at a time. Soft pads forced her grip off the wheel, her fingers uncurling as they lost the dexterity to hold onto it any longer. Hairs itched madly along the backs of her palms, long golden hairs that clashed with the brown hair atop her head.

Dani wanted to scream, but instead let out a deep, rasping cough. No, a bark. Her tongue spilled from past darkening lips as she did. When her head lifted, she caught sight of her reflection, finding more in common with a dog than a woman.

Pete hurriedly fumbled with his phone, dropping it into a cupholder in hopes that maybe the state trooper didn’t see him on it.

“Crap, some cop behind me just put on his siren. What? What do you mean you can’t hearrrr him? It’s srrrrruff lowwwROOF!” His head jerked, a bark bursting from his lips. His car quietly started to pull to the side, and

“Nuhhowwrr huneee, just gownarrr be little luh… Laaaatuh…” Words didn’t feel right coming from his mouth. He tried working his jaw, but his face took that as a cue to change. Bones creaked loudly, enough to echo in his shrinking head.

Then an unstoppable pressure squeezed at his brain, and the rest of his thoughts washed away. “Guuhhhowrrrr… Hrrrufflwrr…” He slobbered, looking at the not-paws in front of him and moving them curiously. It all felt so wrong, so… Human.

Another wave of change passed through him, and Pete shuddered in his seat. His hand pressed down and unclicked his seatbelt by a stroke of luck. There was no way it could have been intentional, not with how stupid he’d become.

The leather belt quietly whirred back and away from him, leaving him free to hungrily turn in his seat, fumbling for the delicious-smelling plastic bag behind him. Hours ago, a human had bought some ground beef to share with his family. Now, the dog sank his growing teeth into the plastic, cracking the Styrofoam.

Delicious raw meat filled his forming muzzle, along with a good deal of plastic. But at this point, he was far too gone to care about that second part.

Mike squirmed in his seat, whimpering at how tight his seatbelt had become. His arms wouldn’t move right anymore, he couldn’t undo the latch. Instead, they hung awkwardly before him. It gave him a view to how swollen his new paws were—at least from what of them he could see past his new muzzle.

No matter which way he moved his head, his jowls would wetly flap against his chin. Drool openly fell down onto the pizza in his lap, a few droplets landing on the back of the driver’s furry head.

While he’d swollen, Lilly diminished in size until she could crawl towards his lap, hungrily taking tiny bites of the pizza he’d been holding. Well, tiny bites compared to Mike. As far as she was concerned, they were massive.

“Ggghhuh… Hhhunggrryy…” He tried to lower his head, the words rough in his throat. Every sound held a husky undertone to it, and was marred with the stupidity of an animal.

Luckily for Mike, Lilly’s intelligence had dropped as much as her stature. Instead of trying to piece together what he was saying, the fading glimmers of her intelligent mind latched onto the meaning. She sank her teeth into the crust of one slice, pawing up at Mike’s trapped body.

A good deal of cheese and sauce slathered his ill-fitting shirt and seatbelt, but enough of it remained stubbornly attached to the slice of pizza. She flicked her head upward, pushing the pizza just close enough to his slavering maw that he was able to nip at it and pull it into his mouth.

He was a little too quick about it. Lilly hadn’t had a chance yet to open her jaw, and she yipped around the stuffed crust as she was tossed towards the changing man’s face. He chomped his jaw shut just in time, and her dark lips harmlessly pressed against his for a moment, before she fell against his collar.

Thick fur burst from him like a dense mane, the force enough to bounce her back down onto his lap, and the little Pomeranian looked up to find a Tibetan Mastiff staring down at her. She wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, not with how silly he looked, forced into an almost human posture by his car’s seat.

Instead, she darted her head back between his legs, chowing down on the food that he couldn’t quite reach, no matter how much he wanted.

Martha squeaked as her feet lifted from her truck’s pedals. Her feet kicked to try to regain contact, but luckily for her all the motion did was send her shoes clattering away. She didn’t know about her car’s Smart Drive feature, so she tried to fight the wheel’s turning with all of her might.

Her arms didn’t help with that fight, instead pulling back towards her shoulders, just as her feet had sucked so far towards her thighs that they barely dangled over her seat’s cushion.

It had to be a nightmare, there was no other reason she could think of for suddenly sporting such stubby limbs. She wiggled them in a blind panic, trying to… Honestly, she didn’t know what she was trying to do. But she was sure it was something.

Martha had never been one for schoolwork, which meant that the transformation didn’t need to do much to drop her IQ down to an appropriately corgi level. She squirmed in her chair as bones she never knew the names of started to reconfigure inside her.

She didn’t know what was happening, except that she was shrinking down into her seat, dipping past a dashboard that had already been oversized when she was a human. Now it was dauntingly massive, and her new tail tucked between legs that were dense with fur.

A few wriggles was all it took to free her of her seatbelt, and she plopped into her truck’s footwell. Much to her delight, there was a leather chewtoy already waiting for her, and she found herself worrying at a pump that, in all honesty, she’d never really known the value of.

Yu wriggled in her tube top, still stubbornly stretched across her massively broad Samoyed chest. The thick fur had comically pooled into her top’s cups, giving her clothing a buxom appearance that the old her would have laughed at.

Instead, she now found herself growling slightly at each bounce of her furry ‘chest’, struggling to dip her sharp teeth down enough to finally free herself.

Adam gnawed at the wheel of his car, eyes glazed, jowls pleasingly rubbing against the wheel’s leather stitching. The chair he was in was too uncomfortable to properly wag his tail, but he would have if he could.

Kimberly was once a model. She now bopped her wrinkly bulldog face against the steering wheel again and again, though it had stopped making that pleasing honking sound ages ago. Fortunately for her, her car’s air conditioning had switched on, just like everyone else’s.

In her case, not only did the air current cool her, it also left her blissfully ignorant of just how much her new ugly body reeked.

Amira would have leaned back to shout at the kids behind her, except for the fact that she was now a wriggling dachshund and they were massive mountain dogs. The straps on their car seats had snapped free, leaving them free to howl and nip at each other to their heart’s content, while Amira’s stretched torso left her quivering in intimidated fear.

Tom clicked off the siren, narrowing his eyes to the rookie’s nametag. The hell with habit, he would-

He blinked. “Is your name seriously Robert Thompson?”

“Uh-huh.” The rookie – Tom now refused to call him by name just to spite the universe – nodded. “But like, did you see that? I could have sworn I just saw a dog driving a car.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” They’d been going much too fast to see much other than the cars outside obediently pull over. Which… Fine, Tom admitted, that was exceptionally odd.

“Well… If I’m right, we should at least go back and check, right?”

Normally, Tom would have told the rookie to shove the idea into an anatomically improbably location. But something in his gut was telling him to listen, just this once. He sighed, pulling their car to the side, then putting it into reverse.

“What if that’s what the switch does?” The rookie continued. “Like, it makes dogs drive cars… Or… Something.” He lamely trailed off as Tom nailed him with a stern glare.

“Don’t. Be. Ridiculous.”

With that, the two sped back towards the mile of chaos they’d created, blissfully unaware of the amount of paperwork that was about to fall onto their heads.