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PART 2

Little was said between the two young women regarding the strange encounter as they started the trip back to Ann's apartment. Both girls were too distracted with the strange... sensations they'd experienced. Sherry wasn't so much concerned about the feelings themselves, so much as what had seemed to trigger them. The fact that it had suddenly sparked up just as that old hag had mentioned "dogs in heat," something about that was unnerving. She tried to understand what could have caused such a strange response, when she finally came to one very simple conclusion; she just needed a good lay. That made sense. She'd always had a healthy sex-drive, and it had been a while since she'd had some action. It seemed her body was just reminding her of what she was missing. At a very peculiar time.

Ann was a bit more disturbed by the whole episode, including the unexpected thrill. She'd hardly been paying attention to Sherry's conversation at all. She was more concerned about the strange old man giving them the evil-eye from his vantage point in the other car. Something about his expression was just plain creepy. He'd made some kind of strange hand gesture... was he waving? And that's when it had hit her... a wave of... something. Arousal? Lust? Pleasure? She wasn't sure what word to use, it felt more powerful than any of those, and shook her to her very core. By the time she'd recovered, the old woman was walking away. The only thing she clearly remembered overhearing, aside from Sherry's wisdom compliment, was something about “dogs in heat.” That stuck with her, but she wasn't really sure why.

As they pulled up to the first red light near the restaurant, Ann settled on the only explanation for the occurrence that her mind could come up with. Reluctantly, she admitted something to herself that she couldn't quite yet say aloud.

Sherry was right. She was horny. Really horny. And she wanted sex, badly.

That was it. Had to be. And with all the public sex-talk... putting images in her head... yeah, that made perfect sense. Her body was just asserting it's own natural desires, and had chosen an odd moment to do so.

The fact that Ann might just be horny wasn't exactly a startling revelation for her. She knew Sherry had a point; sex was a completely normal, healthy thing to want. But it was also an extremely personal thing, especially for her. As close as her and Sherry had gotten, she still couldn't understand that girl's total lack of regard for the intimacy of the experience. Ann didn't just want some random, good time, pump-and-dump fling. She wanted something more.

Yes, right now her body was willing to settle for anything to satisfy that... increasingly persistent... ache. But she knew her heart would regret it later. She wasn't like Sherry, she couldn't go and open herself up like that to just anyone. Even if it left her tense and frustrated... "uptight" as Sherry put it... she'd just have to keep a handle on her desires until the time was right. Her books could serve as something of an outlet until then.

In this way, both girls internally rationalized the entire happening in a way that calmed their nerves sufficiently. As for the old lady and her husband, both of them were completely satisfied with "batshit-crazy" as a perfectly logical explanation. In truth though, neither of them could shake the strange feeling there was something more to it all. But also, neither wanted to acknowledge that to be the case.

After a few more minutes of silence, Sherry was feeling enough like herself again to finally resume her usual chatty persona.

"So, you wanna do something tonight after I get done at the clinic?" she asked, breaking the silence finally.

"I don't know. What'd you have in mind?"

Sherry thought for just a moment, before a pleasant twinge between her legs answered for her.

"Hmmm... I think I want to get some dick tonight."

"Ugh, do you have to phrase it like that?" But despite Ann's protest, she couldn't deny, a certain part of her liked the image.

"I'm not even joking. I'm gettin' me an itch, and I'm about to find a scratchin' post."

"Do you ever run out of euphemisms?"

"I've got a million of 'em babe.” She almost made another animal pun, but considering the odd experience they'd just had, she thought better of it.

“So whadaya say, you in or out? I know all the best bars for gettin' freaky..."

"I don't know, the whole 'bar' thing doesn't really appeal to me. How about we just go see a movie?"

Sherry grunted in a disappointed tone. On any other night, she might have relented to that suggestion. But the moisture pooling between her tingling thighs made it clear... her body wasn't gonna settle for popcorn and a coke tonight.

"Movie? Okay, I know a good one. How about the one where we go out, get tore up, find the two hottest guys we can, and go to freakin' town on 'em!"

"Ugh, Sherry..."

"I hear it's in 3D, you know? Looks like it's coming right at you..."

"Gah, you're terrible..." Ann scolded, even as she couldn't help but laugh at the remark. Again, she quietly admitted to herself, that she kinda liked the imagery.

"Seriously though, how do you ever plan on finding a man if you stay cloistered in your apartment all the time? Or only go to movies with me? You've got to get yourself out there, you know?"

"Yeah... I know. Not tonight though, okay?"

Sherry may have continued pressing harder, if not for that distracting ache. She found her mind wandering to what she'd like to do tonight... and with who. She'd been looking forward to the clinic tonight, but now, all she could think about was getting it out of the way... so she could have her fun.

After a few more minutes, they finally pulled up in front of Ann's apartment. "Well, we're here." Sherry turned to say goodbye to her friend. And that's when she realized something wasn't quite right.

Ann was sitting there, her eyes glazed over, just staring out the passenger side window. "Weird, did she even hear me?"

"Hey, you okay?" No response. Her cheeks were flushed a particular shade of red though. A knowing smile turned the corners of Sherry's mouth as she followed Ann's glassy stare... straight to a particularly cute young man sitting on a bench near the entrance of the building. She looked back at Ann, who was starting to breath heavier. "Oh, wow, I knew there was a caged animal in there. Hmmm, let's see if we can break through that shell just a little."

"He's pretty cute. You should go talk to him. See if he's up for a little bow-chica-wow-wow..."

"Yeah... sure, that..."

Sherry's eyes nearly bugged out at Ann's barely coherent response. "She's really zeored in on that guy. Not even paying me attention!"

She watched, as Ann began to fidget, like she had that day in the cafeteria. She whimpered out a quiet little "uh" as she continued staring at the object of her desire.

"Oh my god! Down girl!"

"Of course, you don't have to talk to him if you don't want. We could always go to Japan. Set you up with some of those crazy sex-tentacles that are all the rage over there."

"Uh huh... wait, what?"

Ann snapped back to awareness to find Sherry giving her the biggest smile she'd ever seen. The outspoken girl raised her hand in a mock salute. "Welcome back to Earth, space cadet!" She glanced over at the guy Ann had been ogling. "Have any exciting... close encounters out there?"

"What? No... no, no. I was just... thinking about... studying..."

"Mmmmm, hmmmm, I know what you were studying..."

"No! Really! I wasn't... you know... he's just over there... that doesn't mean...

"Oh come on Ann! What's the big deal? So you were puddling over some delicious piece of man meat? Do you REALLY think I'm in any position to judge here? It's me!"

"Uh... I know... it's just... I don't want to talk about this. It's personal, okay? Look, I'd better get going. I wanna hang out sometime though. Just, you know, not for that stuff."

"Uuuh, fine. We're not done talking about this though."

"We never are..." Ann reached for the door handle, getting ready to hop out.

"And make that appointment for Bumper already!" Ann couldn't help but smile. It was funny how Sherry went from wild-child to Ms. Serious when it came to animal health.

"I will. Just need a couple more weeks."

"Alright, but don't blame me when he decides to show your leg a good time." Sherry had to fight the temptation to spin off into a dirty joke.

"Yeah, well... at least some part of me would have one," Ann suddenly stated with a goofy smile. "That's what you were thinking, right?

Sherry sat in stunned shock for a moment. It's not that Ann had virtually read her mind, but she'd actually had the nerve to say it! Very, very quietly, but still, she'd said it.

Sherry playfully punched her friend on the shoulder again. "Alriiight! There you go girl! There's hope for you yet..."

Despite the appearance of normality both young women currently maintained, it would soon become apparent that things were anything but normal. As Ann hopped out of the car, waving bye to Sherry, neither of them could have known... this would be their last interaction with each other using words.



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Ann lived alone in her small, rent controlled apartment, save for her German Shepherd, Bumper. Her canine companion greeted her happily as she entered.

"Hey Bumper, how are you boy! D'you miss mommy? Yes you did! Yes you did! Yes you... OHHHH BUMPER!"

Her happy greeting turned to aggravation as she spotted the giant wet stain on her carpet. She ceased her playful petting to examine it. "Ugh, I really don't feel like dealing with this right now," she groaned. And with a huff, she plopped down on the couch.

"Awww....BUUUMPER! Oh, you've got to be kidding!" He hadn't just peed on the carpet.

"Awww, geez it stinks! Now I have clean that AND take a shower... uuugh!" She darted to her bedroom, stripping off the tainted clothing and tossing it in the corner. She stood in only her underwear as she rummaged through her clothes, looking for something to change into after showering off. They were a pretty, lacy matching bra and panty combo, a little sexier than what she'd normally buy. Sherry had insisted she get them, and she'd finally done so if only to shut her up. It's not like she was planning to show them off anyway.

She searched for something clean to wear, which shouldn't have been difficult considering she'd just washed clothes. But for some reason, it was taking her forever. She was getting distracted... that smell. The scent of Bumper's accident was drawing her attention, wafting towards her from the damp shirt and jeans she'd just discarded.

"Ugh, has it always been that strong? Geez it stinks..." The smell wasn't the only thing distracting her, though. Her body was still aching for attention. Her mind drifted off as she became more aroused. She found herself leaning against the dresser, instead of searching through it, just enjoying the sensations.

The smell was doing nothing to deter her strangely hyperactive sex-drive. If anything, it was getting stronger. Ann's conscious mind, however, had yet to make any connection between the two.

"RUFF! RUFF!" She was startled from her revelry by the sound of Bumper barking excitedly. He'd followed her into her room, intrigued by a new scent he was smelling... from her.

"God, Bumper, you scared the crap out of me." She spun to face her dog, preparing to drive him out of her room. Considering his recent behavior, the last thing she wanted was for him to start peeing in here too.

Something stopped her. She couldn't put her finger on it, but... he seemed different now. He looked... better... somehow? Healthier, maybe? She looked at him curiously, trying to figure it out.

It wasn't just his appearance. There was something about his behavior. Those excited little yips... his body language... it was all so, interesting... for some reason. It was like he was trying to tell her something, send her some kind of message. She had the strangest feeling... she could almost get it... somehow...

He yipped again, louder this time. And suddenly, her body got the message loud and clear. Her privates trembled unexpectedly, her already damp panties now becoming drenched. Her knees began to wobble.

"Uuuhhh... what...?" She shook and shuddered as she stood there watching him. The signals she was getting seemed to bypass her conscious mind, wiring directly into some baser instinct she didn't even know she had.

The scent coming from her had Bumper's full attention, bringing forth a side of him that had only recently matured. Ann watched in a daze as his canine phallus began to emerge. Her knees began to weaken, and she fell back against the dresser, propping herself up weakly with her hands.

"Guuughhh...." Ann gasped as she leaned back, trying to clear her head. It wasn't working. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. Her hips bucked suddenly as she watched him, trying to summon the will to look away. She let out an astonished whimper, gripping the edge of the dresser to steady her shaking body. It happened again; a quick, unexpected little thrust, almost against her will. It was a strangely automatic motion, triggered seemingly in response to the sight of...

"Guh... huh... huh..." Without thinking, Ann began to jerk her hips rapidly. She let out small, raspy gasps of pleasure, lightning bolts of pure sexual thrill streaking through her privates with each motion. Her hair stood on end as goosebumps rose on her flesh, and she felt her legs getting weaker.

She bent her knees slightly, preparing to drop to all fours as she began to lose control. Her scent was getting even stronger.

Finally, Bumper made his move. He suddenly lunged forward, sticking his nose directly in her crotch. The scent that had him so intrigued... it was coming... from right... there...

The sensation that rolled through Ann's privates was nearly overwhelming. Yet she summoned all her strength to remain standing, her shy, conservative self suddenly revolted by her body's reactions to... her dog.

Ann wasn't the cussing type, but right now, she wasn't feeling too concerned with manners.

"Oh... god... what the fuck... am I doing?!" With a strength she didn't know she possessed, Ann violently pushed Bumper away, trying to clear her head and get a grip on the situation before... before things got really out of control.

Gasping for breath, and utterly mortified at her own behavior, she wobbled past her dog and out the door of her bedroom. She heard him whimper as he started to follow.

"Urrr... Bumperrr... STAY!!" she shouted. Bumper cowered, confused by the mixed signals he was getting. She smelled ready... but she wasn't acting ready. His simple, instinctual mind resonated with a thought that was essentially the doggy equivalent of "what gives?"

Ann was thinking the same thing herself, but for completely different reasons. She'd never felt anything this strong before. Not for a man, and certainly not for a dog! She stumbled over to the bathroom across the hall, planning to splash some water on her face to clear her head. It wasn't working... her bathroom smelled. Bumper had relieved himself against the toilet at some point during the day, in an ironic case of "close, but no cigar."

Her head began to spin as her nose was filled with the pungent aroma. An aroma that she suddenly realized, didn't seem as gross as it had just a few minutes earlier.

"Uuuhh... what the hell... what the hell is this?" She splashed her face again, trying desperately to regain control. "What the hell is wrong with me? I've never acted like this before. Maybe... maybe this is some kind of weird... psycho-sexual disorder or something. Maybe I am bottling things up too much."

Her entire body tingled. She couldn't concentrate. The smell was overpowering, calling forth that need she was trying so hard to deny. "Guh... why can't I get a handle on this? He's a fucking dog!"

She stumbled out of the bathroom now, trying to get away from that smell. Bumper was still sitting in her bedroom, eying her with an intent, but confused look. She could see he was still ready to go... and her body quivered noticeably.

Had she been thinking clearly, she might have reached forward and shut the bedroom door, locking Bumper inside. Had she been thinking clearly, she might not have turned and wandered back toward the living room in a futile attempt to escape the scent that was clouding her judgment. And had she been thinking clearly, she might not have allowed herself to inhale so deeply upon remembering the pee-stains she'd never gotten a chance to clean.

Ann was not thinking clearly.

Rolling heat shuddered through her nether regions as the scent filled her surprisingly sensitive nostrils. She tried to cover her nose with her hand to shield herself, but it was no use. She shambled forward on shaky legs, her mind reeling from desires she could neither understand nor deny. Overwhelmed, she collapsed to her knees beside her couch, her right arm draped over the side to keep her from falling out completely in the floor.

Her body began to tremble, ever so slightly, a strange sense of numbness setting in. She knew something had to be terribly wrong, but she couldn't think straight. Instead, her mind dwelt on the intoxicating scent that permeated her apartment. It was more than just a smell, there was something else to it. It was like another message, something her senses were just on the verge of getting. With another whiff... and another unwanted jolt of pleasure... something in her mind clicked. Suddenly, she understood the message.

"....His territory... this belongs to him..." Her head swam with the certainty of the knowledge. It wasn't so much a thought, so much as it was just a simple fact that her mind understood to be true. Bumper had marked it, and therefore, it was his.

Her body shuddered suddenly. The numbness she'd felt before changed. It became a strange, rippling sensation, passing over her skin and... deeper. She knew, somehow, something was about to happen. But she couldn't understand what.

She heard Bumper approaching from down the hall, happily trotting towards her.

"Bu...bumperrrr... starrry... arrrway..." She couldn't muster the strength to yell again, her privates were crying out in glee for his approach. Her voice wavered strangely.

Her front door opened suddenly. Her mind was addled pretty bad, but she thought for sure she'd locked the door. "What?! No! Oh god! Please, no one can see me like this! Who the hell..."

Her blood nearly ran cold when the old man from the restaurant walked in, looking her over with a stern glare as if she were the intruder in his home. He closed the door behind him, and continued watching without a word.

"Wharrt... what arrre you... doingrrrr..." "What the fuck is wrong with my voice?! Why is this guy here?!" She started trying to rise back to her feet, pushing against the couch with her right hand, but simply couldn't muster the strength.

Then, she felt it. Bumper's cold nose, pressed against her backside, trying to drink in her scent as he had before. What little strength she held onto drained from her, and she gave up on trying to stand.

Something... something really was not right with her thinking. She knew that as she looked upon her uninvited guest. Here she was, crouching on her floor, in nothing but her underwear. Caught in a state of intense sexual distress, a clearly aroused German Shepherd sniffing at her most private areas. The humiliation should be pushing her to action. She should be running to her bedroom, or yelling for help, or... something.

Instead, she was leaning forward. Exposing her rear to Bumper.

"Oh god... this... this isn't right. Get up, Ann. Get up!" She couldn't do this. Not this... this most personal, intimate act... with some animal, while this strange man was watching?

"Grrr....errr..whrrrat's wrrrroong... wrrrrith...mrrreeee... arrrooogh!"

Her body spasmed violently, causing her to lose her grip on the couch and drop fully to her hands and knees. The rippling she felt before intensified, settling into her body and seeming to pass through into her bones. Bumper backed off a moment, sensing something unusual was happening.

Her mouth hung open as the sensations washed over her. "Uuurrr... ggrrrr..." She could feel it, her body twisting and pulling. Not painfully... but forcefully. Her hands began to cramp, and she watched as they began to change.

Her well manicured nails began to lengthen, her fingers pulling back into her hand as they thickened slightly. Her thumbs shrank and shriveled, losing mobility as both hands began to stretch. She turned her right hand over, sensing something happening to the palm. It was turning black, the skin becoming leathery and tough. A small layer of fuzz sprouted on the backs of her now misshapen hands. It was black, similar to the fur on Bumper's body. Dog's fur.

Ann looked on in stunned fascination, unsure if what she was seeing could be real. The rippling sensation settled on her stomach, and she reflexively clutched at it with one of her shifting hands. Her fingers didn't want to move right, but she could feel something on her belly.

She looked down her body, trembling, as bumps began to form down her abdomen. Two neatly aligned rows, starting just below her breasts and becoming more pronounced by the second.

"Oh god... teats... dogs teats!" She looked back up at the old man, as cold and unmoving as a statue while he watched events unfold. "Yrrrou... dirrrrd... thirrrrss... "

"... Dogs in heat... "

Her body shook at the phrase her mind suddenly conjured up. No, she hadn't conjured it... she'd remembered it. The old woman... his wife... Ann had barely heard it, but she'd said it, just as...

"Nrrro... whrry? Stoorrrp thirrrs... pleeearse..."

"... I told you about using that word..."

Sherry's words echoed through her mind as a thin pelt of black and brown fur began to coat her skin.

"Oh god, Sherry! If this is happening to me... then what...?"

Her thoughts were interrupted as Bumper pressed his nose against her once again. Apparently, he'd decided that whatever was happening, wasn't as important as what he needed to do now.

Ann shuddered, a powerful tremor running down her spine. The sensation traveled lower, centering on a point just above her butt, where it morphed into a feeling of intense pressure. Suddenly, she could feel the back of her panties being pushed up, as a long, furry tail emerged from her body.

“Errrgg... orrh... gorrrd... nooorrr... " The tail twitched and wagged almost with a mind of it's own, pushing it's way out from beneath her underwear and hanging over the back as it reached it's full length in a matter of seconds.

With the emergence of her tail, Bumper caught a fresh whiff of Ann's new scent from beneath her underwear. That was it. It was time for this dog to have his day.

A moment later, she felt him upon her, his weight pressing her down closer to the floor. Before her mind could protest, her body responded with resounding approval. As he awkwardly hunched against her, she found herself arching her back against her will. Bumper was trying frantically to position himself, and she couldn't stop herself from responding in kind. She found herself shifting her own posture and wiggling her hips, some carnal force compelling her to guide him. In the midst of this instinctual act, Ann gazed up at the old man watching her.

She'd never felt such shame before. This unwelcome stranger, taking in every moment of her display. Half naked... engaging in this perverted act... either one of these things by themselves would have been more than she could normally bear. Just the thought of being caught like this... under her own will, she would have never even started this, let alone continued as someone watched.

She wanted to bolt from the room, more than she had wanted to that day in the cafeteria. More than she had wanted to on many other occasions when she'd been embarrassed by far less.

And then she felt Bumper's canine member press against her through her panties.

Her body lurched forward with his weight as he began jerking his hips repeatedly in that age-old, carnal act. Without meaning to, Ann felt her hips respond, bucking of their own accord. Her mouth fell open as she fell into a rhythm, trying to complete the primal act. Her panties were in the way, blocking his entrance to her body. Part of her was thankful... an increasingly shrinking part of her.

She saw... and felt... her arms and legs beginning to thin out, the proportions shifting ever so slightly. As Bumper humped against her, her tongue lolled out, suddenly too large for her mouth.

"Arrr...urrrght..." Whatever she was trying to say was lost in the garbled sounds that emerged from her throat. She felt her teeth becoming sharper, and saw the tip of her nose darkening just on the edge of her vision.

There was a pressure on her hips now... not from Bumper, but from within her own body. She could feel her hips collapsing... narrowing... and as a result, her panties ceased to fit properly. She realized, in a moment of dread, they were slipping down.

This should have been the wake-up call. The red flag that sent her screaming from the room, begging for help, even if nothing had before. Her actual response was nothing of the sort.

With a sudden surge of lust, Ann threw herself more fervently into the act. Wriggling her hips, trying to remove the obstruction. The one thing that was preventing her from fulfilling her bodies desire, and Bumper's. The underwear slid down further, ever so slightly... and then, she felt it. Pressed against her bare body. She wasn't quite exposed enough just yet, just enough to feel him. Hard. Ready.

She froze, a shred of he woman she'd been suddenly screaming in revulsion. She realized in a flash, just how far she'd slipped, and tried desperately to back peddle from the situation.

"Arrrght...urrrght...rrooff!" She startled herself with the sounds, surprised at how far her own voice had degenerated. "Oh, god... I can't... make... that... now..." Her head was getting foggy. The words that evaded her throat were fleeing from her mind as well. She knew she didn't want this. But she wasn't in control.

Bumper continued humping against her, not comprehending what was interfering with his conquest.

Ann's body shuddered again, as more changes rippled through her. She felt a pressure on her chest, and she dropped her head to see her tender, pert, and now fuzzy breasts begin to fade. "Arrrghth!!!!" She whimpered, recognizing that she was losing a definitive part of her womanhood... of her humanity. But she couldn't turn the tide now. Soon, she felt the cups of her bra loosening, hanging empty as the once generous mounds retreated from them, leaving only her sensitive nipples alongside the other six that had formed.

There was a another sudden surge within her privates, even more powerful than the untamed urges she'd been experiencing up to now. A spasm... not an orgasm. Something... more intense. With a heave, her tender snatch suddenly twisted and squirmed, pushing itself backwards as it did.

"ARRRRRRGHHH! ARRRRWWWOOO!!" Ann howled with the indescribable sensation, her body jolted with a fresh wave of canine lust. Her vision blurred as need like she had never known overtook her.

She began to buck her hips with wild abandon. Nothing else mattered now. The unnatural situation, the old man watching, her own sense of privacy regarding this act... in the face of this primal need, none of these were important. All that mattered was this... she was in heat, and Bumper was a willing mate.

The blue, lacy panties slid further down, and finally, Bumper had full access to the part of her he sought the most. She felt him as he slipped inside, the knot pushing into her. The last remnant of her weak human resolve faded, and she whined.

The old man watched as the once shy girl began the mating act proper, sealing her fate as the animal she'd become. The last vestiges of her humanity faded as her face pushed into a muzzle, her ears reforming into points as they moved slightly up her head. Her hair was fading, receding into her scalp to match the fur that now covered her.

She and Bumper barked and whined as they grew closer to completing the mating act. They were stunned for a moment by a loud, obnoxious, bang against the wall.

"Hey, control your damn dogs already!" The pair gave little heed to the request, resuming the act with increased gusto.

The stern-looking man observed the final moments of Ann's transition. All that remained of her former self was the bra that hung loosely from her shoulders, and the panties that were now pooled around her hind paws.

Her telephone began to ring, but Ann was in no position to answer, or even care. Six rings later, the machine finally picked up, and Ann's formerly lovely voice responded to the caller. "Hi, this is Ann. I'm not able to take your call right now, but leave your name and number and I'll get back to you."

BEEP.

"Ann? It's Sherry. Hey, listen... this is gonna sound kind of crazy, but... something weird is going on. I... I don't know if I can explain it on the phone. Just give me a call and let me know you're okay. Alright... what?"

There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of barking in the background.

"Oh... shit... Becky, you furcking... stupirrrrd... grrraarrgh!"

The line went dead, cutting off whatever Sherry had been trying to say. Not that it mattered. Ann was occupied with other matters... and far beyond understanding the message at this point.

The old man listened to the message, hardly moving a muscle. Soon, this girl's friend would join her. It was only a matter of time.