Literature
She Wanted a Dog (Man to Dog, mtf)
I casted fireball and the ghoul burst into flame, and then I drank a healing potion to make sure I’d be able to survive the rest of the fight.
“You’re so lazy,” she said, walking in front of the TV.
“Hey, get out of the way, this is a boss fight,” I said, leaning to look around you.
“You’ve been out of work for six months and you don’t even try looking for a job anymore,” she said, apparently with no intention of moving.
“I put in three applications yesterday,” I protested. I had, too, or at least I had put in one, although it may have been last week.
“You don’t even clean up around the house. I’m getting tired of taking care of your lazy ass. You may as well be a pet for all the work you do around here freeloader.”
“The fuck are you talking about?” I asked. I was getting tired of her always nagging me to do stuff.
The TV turned off and she tossed the remote onto the couch. I sighed and put down the controller. It was going to be one of those nights.
“I’m talking about you never contributing to anything while I go work my ass off every day. I’m really sick of it.”
“I’ll do the dishes tonight and make sure I put in more applications tomorrow.”
“I fucking doubt it.”
“Honey, c’mon.”
“Put this on,” she said holding out a pink collar with a bone shaped name tag on it.
“What is this?” I asked, taking it from her. The name tag said “Daisy” on it. “Why would I put it on?”
“You’ll put it on, because if I’m going to pay your room and board you may as well just admit you're my pet. At least you’d be cheaper to feed that way.” I sighed and rolled my eyes at her. “Put it on, or get out right now.”
“Put it on, or move out,” she commanded.
“Oooh kay,” I said. Sandy was being weird tonight. I figured if I humored her she would just tease me a bit and leave me alone. I undid the little buckle on the back of the collar and wrapped it around my neck. I fed the collar back through the buckle and closed it. The collar shocked me, and the tingling spread through my whole body.
“Ow, what kind of joke is this?” I asked. I reached around the back of my neck to take the collar off, but I couldn’t get it to budge. I stood up off the couch slightly annoyed with the weird tingling coming from the collar. “Help me get this damn thing off. It’s stuck,” I said looking down at her.
“No,” she said, simply. “I’m done listening to your bullshit.”
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, my annoyance starting to turn to anger. She seemed to grow right before my eyes, inch by inch she got taller. It was hard to tell at first but the growth seemed to speed up. In a few moments my eyes were level with hers. I clawed at the buckle on the collar even more frantically as my anger was mixed with confusion.
“It looks like it worked,” she said. “I figured it was just some kind of scam.” It was then I noticed that my shirt was a bit loose. Looking around the room I realized Sandy wasn’t growing, I was shrinking.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, fear setting in. My pants fell down around my ankles. Looking down I realized that the hair on my legs was getting thicker. It started to look like fur. I reached down to feel the fur to see if it was real, and it sure felt that way. It was turning a golden color and it was thick enough for me to work my fingers into it.
I felt something poking me behind, like something was stuck in the back of my underwear. I twisted around looking behind me and saw something flopping around in there. I pulled the waistband down in the back and a furry tail popped out. I let go of my boxers in surprise and they too dropped to the floor. My tail hung down low, like a dog that knew it shouldn’t have gotten into the trash.
“Help,” I said desperately. “Make it stop.” All anger was gone and replaced with fear and desperation. I looked up at Sandy, she was now a full head taller than me.
“Ok,” she said, and reached out and deftly pulled the loose shirt off over my head. “There you go.” She smiled down at me. I looked down at myself and there was white and golden fur sprouting all over my body, my legs and arms seemed to be narrowing. The fur was lighter and thinner on my stomach and it appeared that teats were growing in two rows down my abdomen. I rubbed a hand down over them feeling the little nubs. I looked past them to see my dick pulling up inside of me.
“No,” I whined. I tried to grab hold of it in a desperate attempt to keep it from disappearing, but my hands felt stiff. On closer inspection my thumb was basically gone and my fingers were each tipped with a little claw. They pulled back into my hand forming a paw with black pads on the bottom and were quickly covered with white fur.
“No, no no,” I whined more, my whine sounding more canine by the moment. Sandy jumped back as I fell forward landing on my new paws. I realized I was standing on all fours with my tail between my legs. I looked up at her and she towered over me looking absolutely delighted.
I barely saw it as my nose turned black in the corner of my vision and my nose and mouth pushed out forward in a muzzle. I tried to ask for help again, but all that came out was a bark. My vision slowly drained of color. I tried to stand up again but just fell back to all fours.
I wanted to beg and plead with her, to swear that I’ll do everything right, but all that came out were a series of barks. I was about eye level with her knees. I turned to look at myself and saw a two toned coat of what I assumed was gold and white fur, but all I could see were shades of gray. I turned further to try and get a look at my tail, and found myself walking in a small circle between Sandy and the couch.
“Chasing your tail already?” she said laughing. “You’re such a cute little doggy.” I stopped and looked up at her. I wanted to tell her I wasn’t a dog, but the barks that came out kind of ruined my argument. I walked forward and jumped up putting my paws on her to try and beg for forgiveness or release. The barks that came out were frustrating. I couldn’t talk to her at all.
“Down, girl” she commanded, and I immediately backed off putting my feet on the floor. “Sit!” she commanded, and my ass dropped to the floor almost without my thinking about it. I sat and looked up at her expectantly. “Good girl!” she said, praising me. I felt a little wave of joy at a job well done, which was immediately followed by feelings of shame and confusion. I wasn’t a girl and I didn’t want to be her little pet. I let out a series of barks in protest. My frustration with my lack of words was starting to get to me.
“Obedience is part of the magic in the collar,” she explained. “I wanted you to be a well trained doggy. You’ll do anything I say. Not like before when you just sat around doing fuck all.” She pulled a treat out of her pocket. I could smell it immediately, thoughts of food running through my head.
“Sit up!” she commanded, and I found myself leaning back with my hind legs on the floor and my front paws dangling in front of me. “Beg!” she commanded, and a series of whines came out of me.
“Be still and wait for me to tell you it’s ok” she said. I froze in place and she balanced a treat on the end of my nose. I’m embarrassed to admit how much I wanted that treat. It smelled delicious, even if a little artificial. I couldn’t wait to get to eat it and I couldn’t think of anything else. I have no idea how much time passed before she said “Ok!” and I tried to snap the treat out of the air, it was tricky and it fell to the floor and I quickly ate it up. While I cronched away she reached down and grabbed my head and ears petting me and telling me what a good girl I was. Waves of joy at doing a good job followed up with shame and confusion washed through me.
I have to admit it felt amazing to be appreciated and complimented though. As a guy I was almost never complimented, and here I was being praised and touched and petted just for doing what was asked in the moment. My name tag jingled as she rubbed my face and head. I finished the treat and looked up at her expectantly for what was next. I say for a few moments before I realized what I was doing, and then let out a series of frustrated barks which were supposed to be me explaining why this wasn’t right.
“Ok Daisy,” she began, and I felt like complaining that my name wasn’t Daisy, but I couldn’t quite remember what it was. “I have to run to the store to get some supplies for your new life, you be a good girl and wait here while I go.” I followed her around as she collected up her things and before I knew it she walked out of the house. The door clicked shut behind her and I was alone in this cavernous house. ‘How long was she going to be gone?’ I wondered to myself. I sat staring at the door anxious for her to return, I couldn't tell you how long. Time was hard to keep track of now.
I turned my attention toward my own body. I could see my snout and little black nose at the end. I tried flexing my paws to see what I could do with those, but it seemed like not much at all. I couldn’t pick anything up with them. They were only good for walking and pawing at stuff. If I twisted around I could just about get my snout between my hind legs. Definitely no dick there. I was for sure a bitch. I tried scratching my ears with my back paws and that felt nice enough. I could wag my tail on command, but if I didn’t focus on it, it tended to have a mind of its own which was more reflective of my mood than anything.
I looked at the door more. Jumping up I could just barely get my paws on the knob, but I couldn’t get it to turn or anything. I was trapped, but something so simple as a door that probably wasn’t even locked.
I could smell where she had been. I could only see in black and white, but if I paid attention it was like I could smell in color. I could almost see the fresh trail she left from the living room to the front door, and where it came from before that. I followed it along and it got dimmer as I went mixing into all the other smells of the house. Her scent was everywhere, as was my old scent. It contrasted sharply, the maleness of it. The kitchen was an overwhelming smorgasbord of scents and temptations… the trash can smelled like a bin of wonders, but I wasn’t ready to get into that and I knew it was wrong anyway. After exploring and feeling smaller and more trapped as time went on, I decided to curl up on the couch and take a nap.
I couldn’t get into the bedroom because the door was closed. I awoke to Sandy towering over me with her hands on her hips. My mind churned not wanting to remember my situation, but my vision remained black and white even after the bleariness went away. I could still feel the shape of my now tiny body. I looked up at her blinking while I felt shame and confusion, but moreover I felt joy at not being alone again. Having her back home was wonderful, although I fought these feelings since she was the one that did this to me.
“Down girl!” she commanded, and I scrambled off the couch thumping to the floor in my clumsy panic. “Bad girl!” she continued. “No getting on the furniture. I don’t want to have to deal with cleaning fur off of everything.” I hung my head in shame and guilt at disobeying. My ears drooped and my tail slunk between my legs. “Bad girl!” she said one more time, making me feel even more miserable. She walked out of the room and I could hear her rummaging around in the kitchen. I then hear what must have been kibble being poured into a metal bowl. “Come here, Daisy,” Sandy called out.
I trotted into the kitchen in curiosity, collar jingling, already forgetting my indiscretion on the couch. With just the thought of food hunger welled up in me. It felt like I had never eaten, and in a sense I hadn’t, in this body anyway. I saw two bowls next to the pantry in the kitchen, one filled with water and the other with dry dog food. I trotted straight over to food bowl and was about to chow down, but before I got there she commanded me to sit.
“You’re a good girl and you can only eat after I tell you it’s ok,’ she explained. She made me sit there and look at the food for an eternity, before she finally said “Ok” and I scrambled forward and stuck my snout in the food bowl and started chowing down. I knew it was crappy food, but I just went for it. I was starving and it was the best thing ever because it was what was here right now. I finished eating and lapped some water out of the bowl with my long tongue.
Just as I finished she reached down and snapped a leash to my collar. I was now tethered to Sandy and couldn’t go anywhere but where she wanted me to. I suppose that was always true with whatever magic controlled me, but it felt even more confining to be on a lead like this.
“You ready to go for a walk?” she asked. Part of me really dreaded the thought of going outside and being exposed to the world in this tiny body, but another part of me was thrilled at the idea of going outside. I didn’t even know what I was excited about, really, but it was exciting. My tail started to wag and my ears perked up with the excitement taking over my mood.
She walked to the door and I had to be careful to keep close to her lest my leash tug on my collar uncomfortably. She opened the door and I was overwhelmed with the smell of fresh air and open world. As we walked along the sidewalk, the different scents coated the otherwise gray concrete in a vast pallet of smells. There was a smell that was like live food or prey or something, and somehow I associated it with the idea of a squirrel. I tried to dart into the bushes to go find it and … I don’t even know what, but Sandy tugged on the leash and my collar choked my neck before I got two steps off the sidewalk.
And so we walked on, I stuck close to her and tried to ignore any of the fascinating smells I came across. We made it halfway around the block.
“Do your business before we get back,” she told me. “I don’t want to be out here all night with you.” I did have to pee. I was dreading the implications of this, but there was no avoiding it. We reached a tree on the corner which smelled of several different dogs, and I had the impulse to add my scent too. I squatted down, out there in public for anyone to see, and did my business. Sandy waited impatiently. I saw some strangers across the street look my way but none seemed overly interested. Just one more humiliation to add to the list.
When we got back home Sandy unclipped the least freeing me, so to speak, inside the house. She turned and walked away from me and went up the stairs headed for the bedroom. Whether from instinct or lack of anything better to do I followed. The steps felt gigantic now, but I half walked and half jumped my way up. She paid little attention to me. She went into the master bathroom and turned on the shower to let the water warm and began to strip down. She was more casual about it than I was used to, no teasing or sly smiles. Her naked body didn’t have the same effect on me that it used to. She was beautiful and I could recognize that, but I didn’t get the flood of hormones or excitement that I was used to. She went back into the bathroom and I wandered back downstairs, hopping down the steps with my little legs. I curled up in the middle of the floor and took a nap.
Sometime later Sandy came into the living room in her pajamas and glass of wine. She sat down on the couch with her knees up and turned on the TV. She turned on some reality TV show that I never liked and played with her phone while she drank her wine, only partially paying attention to the TV.
“Come here, girl,” she said after a while, while patting a place next to her on the couch. Not having much choice I got up and went over and jumped up on the couch where she was patting. I rested my head on her thigh and she scratched between my ears. It had only been a few hours but the memories of being a man seemed distant already. The scratching was amazing. “Yeah, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” Yeah I was, I mean… no, I was… was I? I couldn’t do anything to fight the situation, I guess I may as well roll with it and make the best of it. I don’t know if it was the spell or my doggy nature, but it seemed easy just to focus on the present moment and let everything else go.
…
Things went on like this for a few days. She got up and went to work in the morning, and I was left in the house by myself. I found I could sleep quite a bit. It was a bit boring otherwise wandering around. I knew I couldn’t do anything that would get me in trouble, so I just chilled out. The boring nature of this didn’t bother me much. I was always ecstatic when Master, er Sandy, got home. She’d feed me and take me for a walk, and then usually we’d curl up while she watched TV. I found myself happier than I had been before, no worries, no stress, just chilling out.
…
One day while we were out for a walk, we ran into our neighbor, Bob. Bob was always kind of a jerk. He had come off to me as an arrogant womanizer. He was muscular with a square jaw, good looking and he knew it.
“Hi, Bob!” Sandy called out to him as we approached him on the sidewalk.
“Hey, Sandy. Who do we have here?” he asked as he reached down to pet me. I put my ears down and scowled at him thinking ‘Fuck you Bob, don’t fucking touch me.’ “Oh, he’s not too friendly is he?”
“She,” Sandy corrected him. I churned at the reminder of being a girl. “Her name is Daisy. I picked her up from the pound today. I always wanted a dog, but that jerk Richard would never let me get one. I kicked him out and thought it would be a good way to start fresh.”
“You finally got rid of that little weasel,” Bob said, his posture changed and I could see him checking out Sandy’s tits. “I never did like that little twerp,’ he said, crossing his arms and subtly flexing. ‘What a douche’ I thought, staring at him and trying to give him the evil eye. I barked at him to fuck off, he looked down at me, gosh he was big, but he understood what I meant. “Oh she’s a feisty little girl, isn’t she?”
“Quiet, Daisy!” Sandy commanded, looking down at me crossly, and my jaw snapped shut. I don’t know why she was being cross with me, this guy was definitely a jerk. “Oh, she’s very protective, but she’s a good girl.” Sandy said, putting a hand on Bob’s muscular forearm. ‘What the fuck was this shit? She was into this tool?’ I wondered. I couldn’t do anything but sit there and simmer as they flirted right in front of me. My own girlfriend was hitting on some guy and all I could do was sit there and watch. My girlfriend, I guess she wasn’t anymore, she was just my master.
“Why don’t you come over tonight after dinner?” she invited. Oh I was pissed off now, but I still couldn’t muster a bark. Bob agreed and they worked out the details as I stared off into the bushes simmering.
…
Bob came over that evening, and the two of them sat on the couch drinking wine and talking. That asshole was taking away my cuddle time. I huffed as I laid there on the floor. I hated seeing this, but I hated the idea of being away from Sandy even more. They chatted about work, and I did my best not to pay attention, which it turned out was not that hard. I dozed off for a bit, and when I woke up Bob was kissing Sandy’s neck, and I could smell the pheromones just pouring off each of them. He slid a hand up her shirt and started massaging her breast.
I jumped to my feet and started to yell at him to get his damn hands off her, but Sandy quickly silenced me with a kurt command. I sat there staring at them, incensed that this was happening right in front of me. How dare she cheat on me like this… but I had to confront the fact that she wasn’t cheating because we weren’t dating anymore.
She led him up to the bedroom, and I followed along. I couldn’t look away as she pulled off her top and then began undoing the buckle of his pants. His large semi-erect dick popped out and she sank down to his knees to suck it. It wasn’t long before he was fully hard and she was sucking him off in earnest.
Before long she stopped, stood up and started taking her pants off. I could not believe she was going to fuck this asshole, but my belief was not required because he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. He climbed up on top of her, and lined his dick up with her pussy. I could smell the sex wafting off of both of them, and with no further foreplay on his part he slid his dick into her. She moaned as it went in and kept moaning as he started pounding away on her.
I was in shock, it was horrible but I could not look away. I felt smaller and more helpless than I ever had before. I couldn’t even get myself to bark at them since she told me to be quiet. I felt strangely turned on too, her naked body didn’t do much for me, and his human body was not all that either, but the idea of a dick ramming into me started to turn me on.
I know I had a bad sense of time, but it didn’t seem like much had passed before he was grunting and pushing himself deep into her and coming to a stop. He rolled off of her looking satisfied, while Sandy looked wholly unimpressed. He sat up on the side of the bed and she rolled over rummaging in her night stand. She seemed to find what she was looking for and sat up on her knees as the jerk sat on the edge of the bed playing with his phone. She winked at me when I saw what was in her hands, a little black collar with a dogbone name tag on the front. She reached around his neck and buckled it in place before he had a chance to respond.
“What’s this?” he asked reaching up to touch the collar. “A kinky one are you?” I guess he hadn’t noticed yet but he had already started shrinking. The fur on his back was thickening, and I could see in slow motion as his ears changed shape and moved up his head. “What the fuck?” he asked a few moments later, dropping his phone. He stood up reaching around himself to get off the tail that sprouted out of his ass against the bed. He grabbed ahold of it and turned to look at Sandy.
“What the fuck did you do?” he asked fervently. His back legs shrank, his toes were pulling together in a darkly colored paw and his heel lifted off the floor creating what looked like a backwards knee. He watched mystified as his fingers pulled back into his hand and little black claws sprouted above the dark pads on the bottom. His dick pulled back into a sheath on his stomach. Sure, he gets to stay a boy, but I didn't.
In a few moments Sandy was sitting naked on the side of bed and there Was a german shepard sitting at attention looking up at her. The new dog barked up at Sandy, in a mix of frustration and anger.
“Quiet, Spike!” Sandy commanded, and Spike's jaw snapped up. I knew what he must be feeling, confusion, feeling trapped, and scared. “You were a lousy lay. Totally unacceptable for a rebound fuck. I was going to let you have some fun banging me for a while, but you didn't even make me cum.” Spike whined and hung his head as Sandy told him what a piece of crap he was.
“Why don't you go play with Daisy. You two can keep each other company,” Sandy said. Spike glanced over at me, and then after considering for a few moments stood up on all four legs and walked over to me. He towered over me, even in his new shape. He walked around me sniffing and exploring. His nose went right on in under my tail sending shivers down my spine.
Spike walked around in front of me and looked me in the eye. Sandy watched us from her spot on the bed with a slight smirk on her face. If any of Spike's humanity remained I couldn’t see it in his eye. All I saw was the burning lust. He excitedly circled me. I could smell the musk coming off of him as his dick started to poke out. I put my tail down tight over my backside and tried to keep my backend away from him.
“Now Daisy, don't be a prude.” Sandy commanded, and the next moment my tail popped up and I stopped trying to evade him. He jumped up on my back and I could feel his dick prodding me. He was excited and I felt it jam my thigh a couple times. I wanted to run away but I couldn’t. Sandy commanded it.
She sat on the side of the bed rubbing her click as Spike attempted to fuck me. He finally found the mark and I felt his dick sliding into me. I whined with pleasure as he began to pump into me furiously. Sandy moaned, herself. I stood there on my stumpy little paws getting pounded by this german shepard, there was nothing I could do about it, and I loved it. I felt hot cum filling me up as his knot expanded inside of me, locking us together. Sandy came at the sight of Spike emptying his load in me.
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