“Yeah, who’s a good boy?” Marv said, a bit out of breath, “You are, you’re a real good dog, ‘n I can already tell we’re gonna be real happy together, you and me.” He drove in deep, and came, filling Ben’s tailhole with his load, and Ben could feel it inside him, hot and sticky…but more than that. It felt…final. He felt complete, somehow, in a way he’d never felt before. His master slipped his cock out of him, and Ben, panting a bit, turned around and started licking the shaft clean while his Master praised him and scratched him between the ears…but he was feeling exhausted all of a sudden, and Marv could see it in his now doggy eyes. “Alright boy–that’s enough play for now. You need to take a nice long rest. Go on–get in your doghouse.”
Ben turned, and saw the doghouse–his doghouse–across the yard, but when he did…he also felt a pang of fear. There was something wrong with it, wasn’t there? He could smell it from here, across the yard, the same scent he’d noticed…carrying it in? He hadn’t been carrying anything, had he? He was a dog, after all, dog’s didn’t carry things…
“Go on! Get in there,” Marv said, and slapped Ben on the ass, sending him off to the doghouse, and the closer he got…the more comfortable it seemed. He went inside, a bit hesitant, but the scent…it was so powerful here, especially on his now much stronger nose. He was safe here–this was his home. Why…why would he want to be anywhere else? He padded around a moment in a circle, and then plopped down, and he was asleep in less than a minute. Marv checked on him a couple times, making sure his new pup was settling in properly, and then went inside for dinner. They’d play again tomorrow, for sure, but for now, it was best to just let the magic work.
***
“Benji! Benji, come on boy, time for breakfast!”
Ben lifted his head blearily, looking around himself. Where…was he?
“Benji!”
Something was wrong–something was wrong with him. The space was too small, or he was too…too big. In a bit of a panic, he pushed his way through the doorway in front of him, squeezing through until he popped through and into the long grass, where in the morning daylight, he could see better what was wrong with him.
Something was wrong with his body–he looked down at his front legs, disturbed to see not fur covering them, but instead he saw…flesh. Just pale flesh! Flesh like his master’s flesh, but that…he wasn’t supposed to have that, right? He was a dog! He…he was supposed to be a dog, wasn’t he? Some of him was a dog–he still had his paws, mostly, at the end of two fleshy arms and legs, and his cock was right…the fur covering his body in haphazard patches.
“Looks like someone’s having a bit of an identity crisis,” the voice said–master’s voice said, and Benji looked up at him, panting, and whined, wondering what he should do–trying to figure out what he was supposed to be. He could…remember one thing–he could remember being human, couldn’t he? Or had it just been a dream? It seemed so real, but that couldn’t be right, could it–no, of course it couldn’t! He was a dog! Just a dog, nothing more–something was wrong with him, but Master would help him out, wouldn’t he? He looked up at his Master looming over him, and he seemed…so much more colorful than he usually did, and he couldn’t quite smell his as well as he should. It was still happening, he was changing more–how did he stop it?
“Now now, boy, calm down,” Marv said, crouching down beside him in the grass, petting his back. “You know what you are boy–just relax. You’re mine, ain’t ya? You’re my pup–you’re Benji. Focus on that–think about your fur, about that bushy tail of yours, about walking around on all fours, all your favorite smells…Just focus, and everything will be alright.”
Being close to Master helped him relax some, and if Master thought he could do it…then Benji knew he could. He focused, thought about it, about his body–his real body, about being a dog. He pushed those other thoughts away as best he could. He wasn’t a person, he knew that! No, he was a pup, just like Master said. Slowly, he felt his body start to shift back, the fur filling back in, his legs changing back until he had to shift from sitting in his ass, to lying in the grass like he enjoyed doing in the afternoons, just smelling the air while Master was at work, waiting for him to get home so they could play.
“Good boy!” Marv said, scritching Benji behind the ears, and he barked in excitement. He was doing it! This was right–he knew it was right. It had to be, because it…it felt right. Sure, there was a piece of him trying to tell him he was wrong, that something…something was wrong, about Marv, about this house, but that voice didn’t seem like someone Benji should trust. No–better to just trust Master, and if Master thought he was doing right, then that meant he was. After a couple of minutes, he was back to normal, and after licking Master’s face for a bit, thanking him for helping him sort everything out in his head, he followed Master onto the patio, where he had a long drink from his bowl and ate his breakfast like a good dog, because he was a good dog, wasn’t he?
There was still doubt, and that, confused him. There shouldn’t be…doubt. He wanted to tell his master somehow, but he didn’t know how to even begin to communicate what he was feeling. Still, when Master suggested a walk around the neighborhood, Benji wasn’t about to object to that. He loved walks! He barked and barked while Master went inside and got his leash and collar–Benji could barely believe he hadn’t been wearing his collar the whole time! That alone made him feel better, with it around his neck. Marv hooked the leash to it, once it was on, and then they left by the gate and started off on their walk.
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