Good Girls, Good Dogs

"I mean honestly," Brad said, gently shoving Leah's shoulder as they walked together through the park, "what did you think was going to happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look at Katelyn. You're pretty and all, but she's like, hot. Of course that asshole promoted her over you." He laughed, but when Leah glared at him, speechless, he cleared his throat and continued, "Not that it's right. I'm just thinking from his point of view."

Leah snorted and walked several paces ahead of him. "Yeah, whatever." Maybe he was right, but that didn't mean what he had said hadn't hurt her feelings. She thought he was her friend, but it had been a cold way to break it to her that maybe her boss didn't think she was attractive enough to warrant a promotion for all her hard work. Sure, she was slim and didn't have any of the curves Katelyn did, but that shouldn't have mattered anymore.

Brad called after her, but she was too worked up to want him around any longer. She jogged ahead, when suddenly something hard smacked her on the side of the head and she lost her balance.

She went down clumsily, landing with her ass sticking embarrassingly into the air and her legs spread out behind her nearly in the splits. Shocked, she didn't move right away, but pressed her face into the grass as she tried to figure out what had happened. Then she wiggled her ass and rolled over, hoping desperately no one had seen as her face heated from the thought of her position.

"Sorry, girl!" came a shout from near her, and she turned her head to see a young man picking up a red frisbee. He smiled apologetically and offered her his hand to help her up. Leah waved his hand away, her head still pounding, and sat more comfortably to recover. Her heart was beating rapidly, and her tongue nearly hung out of her mouth as she panted with the heat of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," the man repeated. "I threw way too hard. It was for my dog to catch, but I didn't even see you."

"It's... okay," Leah said slowly, finding her tongue in the way somewhat as she tried to speak. "I'm--I'm okay. She bit her lip as she stared up at the man, taken in by his charming smile and his handsome face. Between her legs, she felt her pussy grow hot. Then she blushed. She had never felt like this so suddenly about a man, but he was so attractive! She pushed her hair behind her ear and scratched behind it absently.

Under her attention, the tips of her ears came to a slow point before they grew in length and flattened. Leah shook her head and giggled as they moved up on her head, tickling their way through her hair and across her sensitive head. Then she blushed deeply again, and looked up at the man through her long lashes.

He smiled, and Leah had to hold herself back from dragging her pussy across the grass for relief, it was already so wet. She dug her fingers into the ground and curled her toes in her shoes. "I'm Oliver," the man said, offering his hand to her again.

Leah leaned forward and licked his hand before she knew what she was doing, but pulled herself back with a gasp. "Oh! I'm sorry! I--I don't--" Her words faltered, her breast heaved with her heavy, hot breaths, and she tried to remember what exactly she was apologizing for. Oh! She had licked him! How embarrassing! Right? She wasn't supposed to lick people, right?

"It's okay, cutie," Oliver laughed, and patted her on the head. Leah blushed again and leaned into his hand. Her ears elongated again, sticking up straight on her head, until the skin grew too heavy to stand up. They flopped over, the points tickling on her hair again until she pricked her ears and swiveled them about at all the sounds she heard. On the small of her back, a bone pressed out from her skin one centimeter at a time, until her tailbone unfused and the bone began to move back and forth of its own accord. Several short, yellow hairs sprouted on the skin.

"What was your name?" he asked, and as he pulled his hand away from her head, his fingers brushed tenderly over her ears.

Leah giggled and let her tongue hang out of her mouth. Its tip flared and it grew slightly longer, and she looked lovingly up at Oliver. "Leah?" she said, more of a question, for she had to dig to think of it.

"Good girl! Leah, what a pretty name!"

Leah's pussy thrummed with pleasure, and the tiny tail above her ass began to wag eagerly beneath her shirt. She shifted her position, sitting on her haunches as fat pooled in her ass and her thighs. What once had been a tiny, girlish form was beginning to take on the curves she had always dreamed of. "Thank you-0000!" Leah crowed, her voice catching on the word.

"And aren't those such pretty, floppy ears!"

"Yes!" she said, but cocked her head in confusion. What did he mean by floppy? Her ears weren't floppy--but she reached one hand up and found her ears perched happily on top of her head, flopping over with their weight, and she pursed her lips. "Floppy... they--are... should they be?"

Oliver smiled warmly. "Well, of course!"

His strong, sure voice reminded her what was right, and she began to pant happily again. "Okay! But where is your dog?"

"Hmm?" he asked, confused. Leah cocked her head again, and something in the pit of her stomach told her something was wrong. In her shoes, her feet began to shrink while her ankle extended, and soon her feet slipped easily out of the shoes. Soft, velvety pads formed on the bottoms of her toes, and sharp nails pushed their way out from under her flat toenails. Her tail grew again, completely covered in yellow hair, until it poked out from under her shirt and wagged on its own.

Leah whined, and yelped when a sharp pain sent tears to her eyes. Her face slowly pulled out, flattening her nose and making more room for her tongue until it resembled a short muzzle. Leah's eyes crossed until the muzzle disappeared from view, and she whined again as she sought to remember what she had just been thinking. A dog... her dog? No--his dog. Where was his dog? Did he have a dog?

"Are you being silly, girl?" Oliver asked, and Leah's attention shot to him again. She whined and panted, and felt the heat in her stomach when she looked at him again. "Do you want a treat?"

"A... treat?" she asked, and cocked her head. "Why would I--yip--I don't--yip!" A treat sounded so good to her. Only good dogs got treats, and she had been good, hadn't she? Then she deserved a treat, right? She wagged her full length tail and sat up straight for him. Her muzzle pulled out further, and her nose darkened as it became wet and pert. Oliver smiled and held his hand out to her. Her nose twitched, and she eagerly jumped forward to grab the small brown cookie from his fingers.

She crunched on it happily as she rose to all fours, but the moment she finished, a mass of hormones flooded into her body. "Ohhhhh--yip--bark! Oh, yes!" she cried, lowering her body to the ground and rubbing her crotch against the grass.

Her breasts swelled, far past the A cup they used to be, and her bra snapped easily against the pressure. Her nipples were hard, and she rubbed them desperately against the ground as well. The same yellow hair, with shades of white, spread quickly over her entire body, and the heat came fast and hard. Leah gasped and whined, and didn't understand why she was so hot. She looked to Mas--Oliver to help her. He gazed down at her, interested, and she sought him for help. "Please... please, I need... help me--yip!"

"What do you need, girl?" Oliver asked, and Leah whined in frustration.

"I don't--arf! Arf! Yip! I don't--" Another surge of heat rushed into her, and she devolved into whines and barking as she tried to pleasure herself on the ground before him.

Gently, Oliver reached out and pulled her shirt from her body. It didn't even catch on her head, for it had grown too big for her. Then he unbuttoned her pants and slid them off her fat haunches. Only her panties were left, but Leah had found herself feeling shame again, though she couldn't figure out why. He was helping her. He was--Master--was helping--but it was wrong somehow. But she wasn't--she wasn't a dog? But that was silly. She was a good dog, and he called her a good girl, right? If she was a person--he lay a single large hand on the inside of her thigh, and all thought vanished but her need for release.

She lay on her back and her legs kicked independently of her thought, and Master held her down firmly. His large, long fingers tickled the inside of her thigh and moved slowly toward her pussy. He lay another hand on her abdomen and pulled at four tender spots along her stomach. "You know what you are?" he asked softly, and Leah whined desperately. She was so close, she just needed a little more. Her pussy clenched once, but only once, and she tried to scoot closer to his fingers to move them upwards. She needed to hear it from him, but he hadn't answered yet. Was he waiting for an answer?

"Yip--yes! Arf arf--yip! Yip!" She managed one more word, her voice broken by barks of pleasure, and she saw Master smile above her.

"You're my good dog."

Leah froze, and then her body exploded in pleasure from her paws to her tail. He hadn't even touched her there, but her orgasm flooded over her in a warm, consuming heat, and she jerked her hips back and forth to feel the most of it. She needed something inside her, something big, and long. A cock. She needed a cock. She whined as the orgasm faded at last, leaving her heaving on her back with her front paws in the air and her tail wagging beneath her.

"Leah? Where did you go?"

Leah's ears perked up, and she wiggled her ass along with her tail while she lay on the grass. She knew that voice. That was... friend? Friend! She was overjoyed at the thought of seeing a friend, and watched him from upside down as he approached along the path, his footsteps unsure of themselves. He had called her name, right? That meant he knew, he was coming to see her! Leah jumped up, her large breasts shaking beneath her, and her small, fatty teats jiggling delicately. Her ass continued to move with her vigorous furry tail, and she tensed her muscles to charge at her friend Brad.

"Leah, sit!"

The command came in a sharp tone, and she knew she had to obey it. Her ass slammed quickly to the ground, though she whimpered and watched acutely as Brad moved closer. "Good girl," Master said once, and she thumped her tail once with the praise.

Brad had turned his head at the sound of her name, but had stopped short in front of Master before he reached her. She whined and tried to lean forward toward him, but she did not move, since Master had not told her she could. Brad looked down at her once--! But it was as if he didn't see her, and was looking for something else. Leah cocked her head barked once, growing impatient. Her half-human, half-dog voice sounded rather breathy and feminine, and it succeeded in making her friend look at her again! His eyes were wide, and he looked taken aback.

"Quiet," Master commanded, and Leah hung her head in shame. Of course it was rude to bark, but she had just gotten excited. She could be a good girl now.

"Hi, sorry," Brad said, interrupting the moment. "I thought I heard you say her name. Did you see a woman come by here? Shorts and a blue t-shirt? I could have sworn she was right in front of me. Her name's Leah?"

Leah huffed in confusion. What nonsense was her friend Brad talking about now. Leah? A woman? But she was Leah! Didn't that mean--but wasn't she...? Leah looked down at her swollen little paws and found her attention grabbed by her large chest. She wasn't always that large... was she? Did she always have those sensitive little titties below her first pair, the only places on her body without her soft blonde fur? Sure, they were for puppies, but if Leah was a woman, didn't that mean...

"Um..." she began in a soft voice, barely above a whisper.

"What do you mean 'be my guest'? What is that supposed to mean?" Brad was asking, and Leah blinked as she realized she must have missed something that Master said. That definitely wasn't good.

She looked up at Brad excitedly, and found her eyes drawn to his crotch. Leah shook her head slowly, feeling kind of drunk, and forced herself to look up at his face. She only caught the flash of confusion in his eyes before her head dropped and her eyes moved down to his crotch again. Once again she looked away, and once again her eyes felt magnetized to his zipper.

"Talk to her? But she's not here. Who... mmm... who do you want me to talk to?" At first Leah couldn't figure out why she couldn't look away from his crotch. It was just a silly human's crotch. There wasn't anything there to be concerned about... right? It was just where a man... well, he had his... cock... And Leah's nostrils flared. Of course. She could see the front of his joggers tenting as a wave of heat passed over him, and she could smell his precum. Oh, his cock was slathered in it, and she wanted it so badly.

From her spot, less than fifteen feet from him, Leah whimpered and moaned, her dark, velvety pussy lips already wet again. It was such torture that she wasn't allowed to fuck him. She had to stay. Her paws dug into the ground as she tensed her muscles, forcing herself against all instinct to stay. As Brad held his knees and breathed heavily, trying to ignore his erection and clear his head of that thick cloud, she fought in her place. Brad tried to covertly rub his dick over his pants as he attempted to continue his conversation with Master, even though he couldn't hear the words. Leah nearly cried with need to see it, but each time she looked at Master, she saw only his hand holding up a sign for her to stay.

Leah lay down and rubbed her tender nipples against the grass as she watched. Brad tried to end his conversation with Master, but each time he took a step back, Master would take a step to the side and touch him to continue talking. It was so innocent a motion, and he continued the dance in a circle about her, though he never drew them closer for Leah to touch. Brad continued to shrink beneath this attention, forced through his manners to fight through the painful pleasure of his erection and continue talking. Master was so much smarter than Brad, so much stronger, so much taller.

Now that she thought about it, Brad was so much smaller compared to Master than she remembered. Not only was he bent over and trying desperately to hide himself as he gripped his cock over his pants, but he was also smaller in size, much more delicate. He had been tall like Master, maybe even taller, but now he was closer to Leah's size. She cocked her head, thinking this was a little strange. Then again, Master didn't seem worried, and he always knew best. Humans were strange like that.

Brad's joggers dragged on the ground around his feet, and his shoes had slipped off his tiny feet not long before. His tank top fell almost to his knees, and slid off one shoulder to lay cutely on his arm. His face was screwed up into a grimace as though he were confused, yet blushing because he was still aroused. His erection still showed prominently under his oversized clothing. His brown hair hung in curls around his cheeks and down the back of his neck, and he gasped in a smoky voice as he pressed desperately at his cock.

"Leah," Master said, and she whined in anticipation, her body wiggling beneath her. Her gaze flicked back and forth between him and Brad, and she panted happily when she saw Master was smiling at her. "Free."

She nearly cried in relief as her tensed hindquarters dug into the ground and she pounced on Brad without another moment's notice. He grunted and shouted in surprise, the ground rushing up to meet him as he fell. He was small, nearly smaller than her, but that didn't stop Leah from coating his face in saliva as she licked it, nearly shoving her tongue down his throat. Whining in frustration, she pawed at the massive clothes hiding his lithe body, and then nuzzled his penis. She took long huffs of his musk through his joggers, could feel the heat issuing from his groin.

"N-no! Stop!" Brad whimpered, trying to push Leah off him. He struggled against her wildly, fighting against his erection and his growing arousal as he fought against the dog creature sucking at his cock through his pants. When she managed to get her claws caught around the waistline and pulled them down with unrestrained eagerness, Brad groaned as his sensitive cock was dragged downward and then sprang away from his hips, fully erect. It already dripped with precum, and Leah could feel herself drool over the smell of it. Previously muffled through his pants, now it was strong and heady and so delicious it made her mouth water.

"Oh! No--000h, please stop!" Brad tried again, his arms weak as they pressed against Leah's muzzle. She shoved her face down over his erection, her tongue long and warm against his length. He bit his lip and whined, unwilling to admit to himself how good it felt. He grabbed Leah's head, his hands underneath her floppy golden ears, and gently raised his head to look into her eyes.

She met his gaze, her tail wagging behind her large ass as she remained attached to his cock. Brad grunted and cried out as he recognized her eyes, those impossibly human eyes. "L-Leah? What? But what the fuck...?"

Leah began to suck vigorously on his cock, and his confused babbling broke up into incoherent moans and whimpers as his entire body tingled at the sensation. Beneath her body holding him down, his slight body grew a thin layer of dark brown fur the same color as his hair. His long curls fell gracefully beneath him on the grass, showing off his pale skin and his flushed cheeks.

On his head, his ears began to mold into a point until they, too, flopped over beneath his locks. He had stopped fighting for the most part, giving in to the pleasure that filled him to the brim except for the occasional moment when he pushed or struggled against Leah's determined form. "Leah! Oh god, it feels so--fuck. Leah, s-stop!"

Leah barked once in response and removed her muzzle from his dick, cocking her head and leaning forward to kiss him again with her wide, wet tongue. She pulled her body forward across his, letting his cock slide between her breasts and her teats until it rubbed against her cunt. She whined and flexed her hips against him, her soft blond hair making contact with the wiry hairs around his genitals. She flexed again and the head of his cock pressed against her lip, sending shivers up her body. Then she slowly lowered herself onto him, his penis pressing into her new virgin pussy as she gripped his furry chest with her stubby paws.

Brad jerked beneath her, but she found herself more concerned with the perfect placement of his dick inside her. She was so wet that he slid easily inside, pressing deep into her so that the pleasure nearly hurt. Her body straddled his, easily taking his entirety, and she could feel his balls pressing against her sensitive anus while she squatted over his pelvis. Then she moved from her knees to the balls of her feet, standing on the tips of her paws, as she raised her hips and withdrew, feeling the head of his cock sliding over the dips and rises inside of her.

"S-So good," she moaned, before lowering herself again and digging her claws lightly into his chest.

Brad growled in pain and thrust his hips blindly into her in response, unsure whether he wanted to punish her by causing her some pain or it was just because it felt so good. On the small of his back, his tailbone pressed forward against his skin and grew in length as more bones formed. It was swiftly covered in a layer of brown fur, followed by the creaking of bone as his hips began to widen.

He grimaced and bared his teeth, whimpering in the back of his throat as Leah continued to fuck him, his cock filling her up to the point of bursting. She could feel his balls churning beneath her, and she knew he wanted to cum. Her movements began to increase in speed, her hip thrusts becoming long and desperate as she felt her own orgasm growing. It was distant at first, just an odd tension inside her, but soon it was so close, causing her paws to curl beneath her and her breathing to turn into labored moans.

Beneath her, Brad began to move as well, his weak thrusts becoming stronger as he realized he couldn't resist the pleasure burning through him like fire. Occasionally, he would verbalize a couple words along with groans and whines, but he never stopped himself from continuing to thrust into Leah, his body weak with arousal. Leah tore off his shirt and squealed when she saw his narrow, fur-covered chest, his narrow shoulders, and the curve of his waist between his ribs and his hips. She licked his hands, which stuck up into the air with the wrist bent slightly, and felt thick pads under his short, swollen fingertips. She could taste the sweat on his fingers, could feel the thicker hair on his knuckles rubbing over her tongue.

"Leah," Brad moaned, and began thrusting wildly into her. She licked salty tears from the corners of his eyes. He grabbed her shoulders with stiff, clumsy fingers tipped with small, sharp nails, and pulled her closer. His short, brown tail thumped against the ground and his nose grew wide and flat as the skin transformed into a pebbled gray texture.

"Yip yip--arf! I'm--yip! Cumming--bark!" Leah struggled to speak between barks and moans, her body trembling as she came closer to orgasm.

Brad whimpered below her, still thrusting deeply into her until he stiffened and groaned, barking as he came inside of her. Leah screamed as he filled her, and her pussy clenched as he own orgasm ripped through her, leaving her stranded on his cock with jellied legs and all her strength drained. Her body shook, the power of the aftershocks taking her by surprise, and her warm, heavy breaths dampened the fur on Brad's soft chest.

"That was so... wrong," Brad whimpered, trying to pull away from her even as she continued to ride his swiftly softening erection.

Leah held him with her sharp nails and giggled, leaning forward and letting his penis slide out of her with the help of gravity. "Felt--yip! So... arf arf! Yip--good..." It was hard to speak. Coming up with the simplest words took a lot of thought for her, and it was hard not to bark when she meant to speak. Leah huffed shyly and turned to look into Master's face. That was why it was better for him to be in control; he was so much smarter, and he could tell her when she was missing something. She seemed to be... missing something...

"Good girl, Leah," Master said in his deep, beautiful voice, and Leah's tail thumped against Brad's bare leg. He stepped forward and scratched her behind the ear, distracting her again from her disintegrating mind. Then he smiled and slipped a leash around both Leah's and Brad's necks. "You did such a good job, didn't you? Don't I just have the two prettiest little ladies in the entire state?"

Brad groaned and tried to pull himself into a standing position, and Leah slid off his body as he tried unsuccessfully to push himself onto two feet. "What...? Why--arf! Why can't I...? This is so wroooo--ark bark bark!"

Leah didn't understand the panic in his eyes or the strange way he tried to stretch his round hindquarters too far to stand on two feet. He couldn't stand for longer than a couple seconds when he managed to balance on two tiny paws, his back arching much too far backwards and his wide hips splayed awkwardly. Interestingly, this didn't seem to stop him from trying to stand like a bipedal creature, and she watched him curiously as he struggled. His fat ass rippled beneath his chocolate brown fur each time he landed on it, his legs spread wide open and his tiny, hairless penis revealed for all to see.

It was rather odd for Leah to look at, for she could have sworn he had been much larger a moment ago. He had filled her, hadn't he? How had he done that when he was so... Leah's eyes widened, and she watched as his already small penis jerked and shrank, his tiny balls shriveling and emptying themselves completely of semen. A slit, warm and wet, formed beneath his shrinking genitals, opening like a zipper as his testicles were pulled inside and his dick settled into place as a new, sensitive clitoris. Brad gasped and moaned, his new cunt leaking as he jerked his hips and fell onto his back again. Leah sat low on the ground watching, enraptured, as Brad fought against growing instincts. She could imagine how hot he felt, how sensitive his pussy was, and how desperately he needed to cum. She watched as he thrust his hips into the air and his curvy hindquarters bent to get a sharper angle.

"Make it... stop," he gasped, whimpering as one hand crept closer to his pussy and the other gripped one of his swollen pectorals beneath his erect nipples. More fat formed in his chest, pushing his hand up as breast tissue grew.

"Master?" Leah asked meekly, never taking her eyes off Brad's body. It smelled like heaven to her.

"Yes, Leah," Master responded, seeming pleased to be referred to in such a way. He did not pose it as a question, but Leah felt she had been allowed to continue.

"Is Brad going to be all right?" she asked worriedly. Though previously she had only thought he wanted more sex, as she watched him it seemed more and more as though he were in pain. He whimpered as he touched his clitoris, and his muscles stiffened, and it seemed almost as though he didn't want to be touching it. Leah didn't know what to think, but she knew Master would know best. "Is... is s-she okay?"

"Oh yes, my sweet. Of course you're worried. She's just going through a little bit of a bigger change than you, but she'll be perfectly happy soon."

Leah did not quite know what he meant by change, but she was sure he knew what he was talking about. Growing impatient, she bounded forward and shoved her nose into Brad's crotch, pushing aside her hand so Leah could open her mouth and lick the clitoris in front of her.

"Ahhh!" Brad cried when Leah's warm tongue touched her wet cunt. Her naked, furry body shook with the sensation, and her tiny top breasts nearly doubled in size as more fat deposits formed beneath them. Her nipples slid wide across her chest as it grew, falling to the side and remaining erect as Leah ate her out with a delicate finesse. She had the same small teats as Leah, growing slightly puffy with long nipples as her body approached the end of the changes. Her tail whipped back and forth below her as she writhed beneath Leah's tongue. Leah was so glad Brad was a dog as well, so happy she could lick her to completion until her legs gave out, leave her quivering and needy. That was... that was... wrong, wasn't it? She paused, her attention distracted from Brad's pussy as she looked her over. Brad was... but wasn't she... Leah grumbled as she tried to decipher the clues she was missing, but nothing seemed to make sense. Brad was a man, but she was a dog, and she was also a girl?

Nothing quite added up in Leah's mind, but as her cold, black nose bumped Brad's clit, Brad's back arched and his claws dug into the ground. Between her legs, her canine pussy clamped together and her clitoris shivered, and Brad came as if she were cumming for the first time, whimpering and crying pitifully. Her curly brown hair grew long down her back, anchoring against her spine as her body hair grew thicker. Her shallow, barely visible muzzle grew longer as new, sharp teeth grew under her molars and cracked the old teeth until she spit them out. The white bits of bone

Leah watched, fascinated, Brad's musk still on her face, as Brad shook herself until her curly brown coat looked fluffy and healthy. She pulled herself slowly onto four legs and yawned, her long, pretty muzzle full of new, sharp teeth.

"What very good girls," Master said, sounding especially impressed, and Leah's tail began to wag before she even realized what he had said. "Shall we go home?" Brad wagged her tail as well, and the two girls eagerly followed where he led, their leashes loose and their loyalty firm as they walked through the park to the old black minivan parked on the street. Oliver unlocked the door and slid it open, and without being asked, Leah and Brad jumped contentedly into the backseat. They lay down on the seat, their wide hips splaying their back legs, and waited for Master to drive them home.