WARNING: This one is…weird. Male Pregnancy, dog TF.

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“I don’t know, Anthony,” Hugo said, “I still…I mean, the money is good, but doesn’t it make you feel kinda shitty?”

“Just pretend the camera isn’t there. You’re doing great–and we pull in way more cash together than I ever did alone,” Anthony said and came up behind him, pulling him into a hug, “Besides, this new site is a fucking goldmine from what I’ve heard. Invitation only, and they requested us both. We get 5000 up front just for doing a show–not counting what we get in tips.”

Anthony and Hugo had been dating for around six months, after they’d met at the gym one morning–glancing at each other across the gym floor, then in the shower, and finally in the sauna. Things had been going well, but a month into the relationship, Anthony fessed up that he made most of his money working as a cam model, filming videos of himself and putting them online, taking requests from followers, and…other things. It didn’t bother Hugo at first–at least until Anthony started pressuring him to participate with him. Hugo had been game to give it a try, and the chunk of cash he made off it was…more than he usually made at his usual job, but it was hard to shake the feeling of humiliation that washed over him each time he did it. Still…money was money, at the end of the day.

Anthony got the cam set up and logged into the site, called VIP Cam Show. After a couple of moments, the screen changed, displayed a message saying, “bidding begins in one minute. Open requests.”

“What does that mean?”

“The guys watching can see us, and are bidding right now on what they want us to do.”

“Do…we have to do it?”

“Of course not–they can’t make us, after all.”

The timer ran down and struck zero, the message changed and read, “Bid accepted! Processing scenario, please wait….”

Both Anthony and Hugo felt a jolt run through them, and without being able to help themselves, they both fell to their hands and knees. “What–what the fuck, Hu–Huwwooof!” Anthony tried to say, but his words weren’t coming out as words, but as barks and woofs. Hugo tried to respond, but he was suffering the same problem. As they looked at each other, clothes and gear began to appear on their bodies–leather hoods, fist mitts, rubber chaps and heavy chain collars. They heard a ding, and unable to control themselves, they began to kiss each other, fighting against the compulsion, but unable to resist.

Both of them were still changing though–they could feel a stirring in their groins, but both of them were feeling something…very different. Hugo could feel his cock and balls aching, like some invisible force was cramming them against his body and shoving them inside him. Anthony, on the other hand, felt a heat stirring in his cock and balls–that, and a desperate, aching need to fuck. He went around behind Hugo and sniffed at his ass–and smelled something…amazing. He mounted him, and after a couple of thrusts found a hole…but it didn’t quite feel like Hugo’s ass usually felt. Still, it didn’t matter–he had to fuck. He kept hammering into Hugo’s hole until he came deep inside him–only for his cock to swell, and he found himself locked to him, unable to pull his cock free, leaving him whining and whimpering for several minutes, before he could finally pry himself free.

It felt like a dream. The gear disappeared, both of them felt their ability to stand and speak returning–and without the hoods obstructing their vision–they could finally see what had happened to their groins. Where Anthony’s cock had been, he now had a bright red dog’s cock sliding back into a sheath running up his belly–and Hugo didn’t have a cock anymore. He had a full fledged pussy…and Anthony could still smell it…and he wanted to fuck it all over again.

“Why…why the fuck haven’t we changed back?” Hugo stammered, running his hands over his groin–and also noticing that he seemed to have several extra sets of nipples–and that all of them were starting to swell. He went to the computer and tried to click around–and saw that the session countdown timer had to be wrong. It was reading 90 days–three months long, and the payout had risen to several million dollars–dependent on successful delivery.

“D-Delivery?” He said, and looked down at his belly, and then back at Anthony, who was stroking his dog cock, and coming closer, unable to resist the scent of Hugo’s new pussy, and he fucked him again. At least he got to end up on top, he supposed–and since Hugo didn’t work, he was free to stay at home and let their…puppies grow. He suppressed a shiver, wondering what, exactly, would pop out of Hugo’s body in a few months…but if they wanted that money, they were going to have to find out.