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PART 4

"Well well, you're coming along nicely," Cerina stated bluntly, clearly enjoying Sherry's predicament. "Yes I think this form will suit you perfectly. Your friend certainly seems to be enjoying it, as well."

Sherry's mouth dropped open in a stunned gape. She shuddered again, this time not so much from pleasure, but from what Cerina had implied.

"Arrr... Arrrrnn?"

"Oh yes. I just spoke to my husband. He says she's really, really enjoying herself. She was kind of hesitant, but her little friend helped her out with that. What's his name? Bumper, is it?"

"Arrrrggh!!" Sherry understood all too well what the old hag was implying, but she didn't want to accept what she'd just heard. It couldn't be... Ann... the sweetest, kindest soul she'd ever known... nothing more than some animal? She couldn't believe it. Not Ann. The thought of her best... her dearest friend... doing that with Bumper... it was just... just...

Her sensitive, aching privates spasmed again at the image in her mind. Ann and Bumper... "Oh... my god..." As mortified as she was, she couldn't help the way her body had reacted.

"It's funny, I kind of figured that you'd be the first to finish, seeing as how you were far more in touch with your nature. But that Ann... my goodness, she didn't hold out very long at all. It seems you really hit the mark with what you said before. All that pent up frustration... once it started coming out, she just couldn't hold it back. Don't worry, dear, she's very happy with how things turned out for her. You will be too, you'll see."

"Noorrrr..." Sherry's heart sank as she pondered Ann's fate... and her own. All of this, all because of some old woman who'd overheard them...

No, not them. She'd overheard Sherry, not Ann.

The tip of Sherry's nose began to darken, taking on a leathery texture... but Sherry was only vaguely aware as a sudden pang of guilt struck her soul.

This was happening because of her. She was the one who'd made such a scene in public. It was she who'd pushed the topic... who'd engaged the old couple as they walked by their table... all just to mess with her friend. She was just joking around! Just trying to get Ann to loosen up and have some fun. How the hell was she supposed to know this would happen?!

"Orrr gorrrd, Arrrnn... I'rrrm, sooorrry..."

"Oh dear, you have nothing to be sorry for! You've done nothing wrong. Your friend is loving this, I assure you! You should be excited for her! You wanted her to start enjoying life... well believe me, she's enjoying it more than ever! So will you dear. You'll see, this is all for the best, for both of you! I should think you would be pleased... the form I'm blessing you with, it's far more appropriate for the life you wish you live, is it not?

Sherry opened her mouth in an attempt to protest, but the feeling of Jumbo's nose pressed against her rear end cut her words off. "Urrrrgh... hrrrmm..." As her attention was drawn back to her own predicament, Sherry felt a sense of resignation to her fate sweep over her. Ann was a dog now... because of her... and she deserved no better. And as she felt the pressure building around her mouth, her teeth becoming sharper against her thinning tongue... as she felt the primal urges pulsing through her body, she knew... she wasn't getting much of a choice in the matter.

She leaned forward a little on her shifting, lengthening hands, her thumbs reduced to nearly useless at this point. She raised her rear end slightly, her tail twitching beneath her jeans. New, feral instincts guided her actions, and she allowed them to carry her down the path to their ultimate conclusion. There was no point in resisting, not anymore.

"I can see though... you're not embracing this as I had hoped. Hmmmm.... Perhaps I overstepped my bounds this time.”

Sherry perked up a little, a glimmer of hope returning at Cerina's words. Was there a chance she would undo this? Maybe this whole thing was some kind of warning... a lesson in discretion.

Cerina walked slowly toward the trembling, shifting woman on the floor, moving with a peculiar grace. Jumbo backed off at her approach, despite the instinctive call to breed. Something about this strange intruder compelled him to subdue himself.

“You know dear, I normally do not intervene on behalf of one such as yourself. The people upon whom I would normally bestow my gift... they're not like you. Most are so caught up in the cares of this world, or the restrictions and taboos of society... they never experience life in all it's glory. People like your friend, Ann.”

Sherry whimpered at the mention of her friend, reminded of her current fate.

“You see, my dear Sherry, there are three kinds of people. First there are those like Ann, who bottle everything inside and deny their true nature. These are the people I've sworn to spend my life in service to. It was she that drew my attention initially, not you. It was she who my husband and I were sent to help. To free her from the prison she'd locked herself inside. It may appear as an unwanted intervention, but I assure you, in most cases, it is the only way to truly free such souls. She was not meant to live that way, nobody was.”

“Then, there are those who walk the middle ground. They try to balance the cares of the human world with the beck and call of nature. It's not an ideal life, but at least they do not deny themselves completely.”

“And then, there are the rarest of the rare, the ones such as yourself. Those who speak the truth, and try to live by it.”

As Cerina spoke. Sherry felt the fur creeping over her body... along with the continued, dull ache of burning arousal. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take this. Whatever point Cerina was trying to make, Sherry wished she'd hurry up and make it. At least Jumbo had relented though... for whatever inexplicable reason. It was hard enough keeping her thoughts together as it was, without him poking at her. Thank heaven for small favors.

“I wasn't lying when I commented on your wisdom dear. I believe you're the first truly wise soul I've encountered in a while. That rare jewel that's not afraid to be real. Society requires you to conform to some degree, but you still look for opportunities to challenge the absurdity of this world. And most importantly, you revel in the call of nature, rather than deny it.

Sherry felt her ears twitch as Cerina continued speaking. She could feel them stretching, poking through her natural human hair as they did. She whined, growing concerned that her changes hadn't halted. Her only hope was to hear Cerina out... and hope she offered an alternative.

“I must admit, it is a bit unusual for me to bestow my gift on one who already refutes the prison of this world. But I sensed something within you dear... you share a special kinship with the natural world. I felt you might appreciate a closer bond with that aspect of life. And I suspect, you truly will.”

The sound of Jumbo's whimpering interrupted Sherry's focus. She was trying to listen to Cerina, hoping for a chance to save herself and Ann... or at the very least just Ann. She'd settle for that. But Jumbo had no interest in Cerina's speech... it was Sherry he wanted. And yet, he'd ceased trying to engage her, an unknown force restraining him. But his interest was still peaked. Sherry heard his cry... and her body shuddered with increasing need. Without meaning too, she caught herself sniffing the air with her newly altered nostrils... the scent of two ready males sending shivers to her very core. The smell was getting even stronger, due to her own changing senses.

“Urrrrhhgghh... mmmrraaawwwghh....” Sherry couldn't contain her own disturbingly canine-like simpering. Her tongue felt odd and flat within her mouth. As she moved it around, testing it's changing characteristic's... she felt her teeth poke it, as they continued their own alterations.

“Uurrrrrghhh... rrrraawwgghth....”

“Yes, indeed dear.” Cerina smiled broadly. “I can see, my gift truly does appeal to you. But you also have your doubts. That's understandable. So, I'm going to make you an offer, dear. One I very rarely make.”

"Wharrr...?" Sherry perked up at this, gazing hopefully at Cerina.

“I will offer you a choice. To accept my gift, or reject it.”

“Yearrth!!” An excited yip popped out of Sherry unexpectedly. This was what she'd been waiting for! She already knew her choice.

“Most of those for whom I intercede are so blinded by their own notions of 'modesty' and 'morality' that I take the liberty of choosing for them. Anything less would simply result in the continual denial of their true nature. But there's no danger of that for you. In whatever form you take... you are open, honest, and in touch with your desires. And furthermore, you really were concerned about your friend's self-destructive mindset. You tried to set her right, as best as you were able.”

Sherry felt her newly grown tail twitching beneath her clothes. She'd just experienced her first “wag” reflex, ironically triggered by the thought of losing her canine features. There wasn't much room for wagging bunched inside her jeans and panties, but the appendage didn't seem to know that

“So dear, with that in mind, I shall place my trust in your own wisdom. You will make the choice for both you and Ann. If you accept the gift, then you are free to embrace the nature of the animal, and take it's form completely, as Ann has done already. But... if you believe that this is not the best course of action... if you truly feel the human form is the more suitable for you needs... then I shall restore you both. I will bow out gracefully, and allow you to help your friend in whatever way that you see fit. So dear, what is your choice?”

“Hrrruumaarrrn....!” Sherry growled out, disturbed at how her own voice faltered. “Irrr... choorrrse hurrrmaaarrn!” Despite her growing difficulty with speech, Sherry was thrilled that this nightmare would soon be over.

“It's not quite that simple dear... you must show me that you mean it.”

“Arrrghh... hoowwrrrr?” There was an urgency to Sherry's request, which she hoped Cerina understood. Even as they talked, Sherry's change was still advancing. She could feel a strange, writhing numbness creeping in. Even on her hands and knees, her arms and legs felt awkward, as the muscles tensed and spasmed.

“Simply show me which form you prefer. If the human form is your choice, then behave as such. Stand, on two legs, and speak to me, saying that you wish to be a human. But if you prefer the animal, then, by all means, stay on all fours, relinquish the power of speech... and embrace the bitches heat.”

So that was it then, all she had to do was stand, and tell her what she wanted. Something so simple less than an hour ago. But now... Sherry wasn't so sure.

“You should decide quickly, dear. If you progress much further, your choice will be made by default.” Cerina made a gesture with her hand... but not at Sherry. Jumbo, who'd been strangely well-behaved as he sat behind her, now shambled toward Cerina. He sat obediently next to her, yet his gaze remained fixed on Sherry. “I shall keep him restrained dear, until your choice is made. Whatever comes about will be of your own doing.”

Sherry's eyes followed the perfect specimen of canine-maleness completley of their own accord. His member was still primed and ready, and her own body gave another shudder to remind her... she was too.

Cerina followed Sherry's gaze, and smiled for a moment. Then, her voice took a more serious tone. “You should know dear... it's quite contrary to my character for me to restrain any creature from pursuing it's natural desires. But, I'm willing to do so this one time... that's how much I respect you dear.” Jumbo whined, clearly still compelled to engage Sherry despite whatever force was being used to hold him back. “We both know your human side would be no match if I allowed him to provoke your animal nature too much. But, I do not wish to keep this up for long. If this is not your wish, I shall find another for him.” Cerina patted Jumbo's head affectionately. “But dear... please, ask yourself. Do you truly wish to pass this up? For you, for Ann... and for him?” The agitated Rottweiler whined and whimpered with frustration.

"Arrr... arrgh!" Sherry tried to respond, but her body was demanding her to give in. She could sense Jumbo, his scent wafting through the air, sending increasingly potent signals, revealing his eagerness to claim her as his mate. Her back arched at the thought, her juices soaking through her panties as they prepared her body for the act.

Max whined from his cage, his scent mingling with Jumbo's, reminding Sherry there were not just one, but two healthy males in her vicinity.

That strange feeling of writhing numbness settled over her... within her... seeming to somehow pass through her body in a wave. She felt her body tensing up, and realized that whatever strange force this old lady had invoked... it was now getting ready to finish what it had started. Her chance to save Ann... and herself... was slipping away.

"Orrr... I'rrrm norrrt, a dorrrrg!" Sherry raised her hands from the floor, preparing to struggle back onto two legs. She began to rise, even as her body begged for something else. Cerina quietly watch Sherry's actions, studying her every move.

Sherry yelped a bit; her efforts to stand bent her bunched-up tail in an awkward way... she wasn't used to having to account for that just yet. Shakily, she managed to stand, though she feared her aching sex could make her drop again at any moment. Her feet didn't want to support her as they should, she could tell they must have been drastically altered within her shoes. Her hands were caught in a state between hands and paws. Though she hated to admit, they were starting to look more like the latter.

She leaned against the nearby wall, trying to maintain her balance as everything within her cried out to let Jumbo have his way. The confused Rottweiler whined at her, unsure of what his potential mate was doing... and why he couldn't just engage her. Her scent was so strong and ready... he couldn't just ignore it.

Nor could Sherry ignore his. Even as she tried to fight, she found her changing nostrils becoming more sensitive. It was almost overpowering... the signals being sent straight to her dripping core... she wanted so badly to just give in. But she couldn't. Not if she could save Ann from this curse. After everything Ann had done for her... she couldn't give up. She owed her that much.

She steeled herself against the onslaught of carnal lust as best she could... she was running out of time to make her stand. She dared to take her hand from the wall, trusting her shaky legs and altered feet to support her slowly shifting frame. She wanted there to be no confusion about her choice. She could feel her legs unwillingness to support her. Her wobbly knees... her bunched-tail... the visceral scent of that Rottweiler... all these things conspired against her, to make the act of dropping back to all fours seem so much more appealing. But she couldn't let that happen. She had to do this, for Ann. She whined, working her mouth awkwardly, preparing to speak her mind.

“I... Irrrawww... arrrruuaawwwwrgh!!” Her eyes widened with sudden dread and shock. Her voice had devolved even further in just the last few moments, and it only seemed to be getting worse. How was she supposed to fulfill Cerina's request if this change made it impossible? It wasn't a fair request!

Cerina appeared to understand Sherry's thought almost as soon as it had gone through her mind. She seemed to be remarkably discerning of the world, and those around her.

“Don't worry, honey. I understand you're in an... unusual state right now. Your words don't have to be perfect. I won't hold you to any particular standard. Don't try to force it... if humanity is truly your preference, then just... show me.” There was a note of sadness in Cerina's voice as she spoke. The notion of Sherry turning down her so-called gift... it seemed genuinely distressing to her.

Sherry internally balked at Cerina's “helpful” statement. She made it sound like this was such a simple thing. She damn well must have understood... the overwhelming pull of these primal urges. It wasn't just Sherry's physical alterations that were making speech difficult... it was something else springing up from deep within. Something that instinctively compelled her to express herself with direct but primitive sounds... something to which human language was foreign and unnecessary.

She braced against the wall again for just a moment, steadying herself before resuming her defiant stance. She could feel her body tingling... she knew fur was continuing to creep over her beneath her clothes. She could see a fine pelt on the backs of her arms and hands, and could feel it elsewhere.

She straightened her body... ignoring the twinge of discomfort from her confined tail... and renewed her effort to speak. She had to do this, for Ann.

“Irrrr.... I... rrruugg... wrrraaant... mrrreeeee, arnd Arnn... torrrr, urrrghh.... tooo, rruaw... beeee...errr...” She shook as she tried to speak. The animal nature seemed to be revolting to her choice, sending fresh waves of carnal desire coursing through her being. “....beee... eerrraawww...”

Her belly rippled strangely, and she reflexively dropped a hand to her midsection in the midst of her attempted speech... having completely forgotten the canine teats she'd so recently budded...

“...Huurrmmawwwgghh!!!!...” Sherry was forced to lean fully against the wall to avoid slipping back to the floor as her knees tried to give out completely. That innocent, unintentional stimulation... it sent a signal that appealed directly to Sherry's rising bitchhood. There was one distinct purpose for the new growths she'd been endowed with, and nature compelled her to embrace it. And Jumbo... he was right there, ready and willing to make it happen...

“....Hrrrrmm.... hrrrrrmmaaawww... aarrrwwweoo...!” Her voice faltered and fumbled, as she tried desperately to steady it.

Cerina watched Sherry's struggle with what seemed to be a combination of concern and restrained amusement. "My dear, I know it's quite a tough decision. You have such attachment to this human world, but the canine world... it holds such promise, no? It must be a difficult choice for you, one who holds such discernment about the appeal of each. If I may make a suggestion, dear... when you're not really sure what's best... just go with what feels right."

"Rrrrrr... rargh!" Whatever Sherry was trying to say, her altered voice couldn't force it out. But even in the midst of her current situation, the irony wasn't lost on her. That's how Sherry had always lived, just doing what she wanted... what felt good. Now, that was the last thing she could afford to do.

She had to focus! The longer she took to do this, the harder it became to muster the strength she needed. She leaned her shoulder against the wall... she had no choice but to rely on it to maintain an upright stance. She was about to try and speak again, when Jumbo's behavior changed.

The Rottweiler was growing increasingly frustrated by this confusing situation. He stayed obediently by Cerina, but was clearly growing antsy. He stood from his sitting position, circled in place a couple of times... his eyes shifted back and forth between Sherry and Cerina, as if asking for permission...

Cerina patted the canines head to comfort him, but his need did not abate. His attention centered fully on Sherry, who found herself watching him with unwanted curiosity. He was firmly planted on all fours now, tense... ready to spring into action. He whimpered, his member standing at attention...

Sherry's mind fogged as the world around her faded. With little prompting, her focus narrowed to a fine laser-point. Jumbo's maleness bobbed up and down with the rhythm of his heavy panting. It was a rhythm she herself assumed, unconscious of her actions. Her eyes glazed, and her tongue began to droop over the corner of her lips. Saliva dribbled from her mouth, and she whimpered...

Cerina smiled broadly at the sight before her. The young woman remained standing, but it was only because she relied on the wall for support. She wasn't even aware of her surroundings... the concerns she's had moments before were now miles away from her attention... there was only one thing she was focused on. Cerina decided, she'd seen all she needed to see.

“And so the choice is made. I can see what you prefer dear... what you truly desire. I was right... your wisdom guides you well...”

Sherry snapped back to awareness, her foggy mind struggling to comprehend the situation. “Did... did she just say... oh, shit... oh shit, no!”

She tore her gaze from Jumbo, back to Cerina, shaking her head as she pulled her tongue back in her mouth. Drool still clung to the side of her mouth, running towards her chin.

“Nrrrrrrooo... nnrrooowww... norrt...” she grumbled out, her eyes wide with panic. She held up one shrunken, malformed paw/hand in a “stop” gesture, trying to send the message as clearly as she could.

“Doubts are understandable, but deep down you know what's best. You've shown me what you truly want, and we are in agreement. And so, there is now no further need for restraint. May nature take its proper course!”

Cerina glanced down at her canine companion, and patted his head one more time. He responded with a sudden head-shake... then another... and then, whatever force Cerina had imposed on him began to lift.

Sherry watched, both mortified and thrilled, as the eager Rottweiler trotted towards her with one single-minded purpose.

“Arrrawwwgh!”

“No! Oh god, please, no! She can't do this... it wasn't fair! She knows I can't control this... how could anyone?! God, I can't let this happen... Ann... Ann's depending on me...”

Unfortunately, Jumbo heldo no concern for Ann, nor for Sherry's doubts. His only concern was mating with the bitch Sherry was becoming, and there was now nothing to impede that goal. He approached her yet again, this time from the front... sniffing at her warm, moist crotch. She whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head. She stepped back a few steps, trying to push him away with one hand while still bracing against the wall with the other. She took a few more awkward steps back, but she couldn't go far without risking a total loss of balance. Her current part woman/part dog state proved to be extremely unsteady, particularly with the urge to drop to all fours constantly clawing at her mind.

“No... oh god... no, I... I can't... I don't... I don't want, to... want to...”

What she wanted didn't seem to matter much, as Jumbo moved back around behind her, having been shooed away from the front. His nose once again pressed against her rear, and she couldn't help but snarl in need as she was flooded with the lust to let him claim her. She continued to fight, but now, her body began to shake and tremble. Almost as if it were rejecting her attempts to remain human.

That strange tingling, throbbing numbness flared again within her, stronger than before. She tried to will the feeling away, but it bashed it's way through her feeble willpower. Her body seized up in a powerful spasm, causing her to double over. Hugging her midsection with one arm, her body began to twist and writhe in a frightening, yet somehow erotic way. She knew instinctively, this was it. Her mind could not accept it yet... but her body was more than ready.

She tried to take a few tentative steps forward, to get some distance between her and Jumbo. Her legs really did not want to cooperate, and she was forced to lean fully against the wall to remain upright. Her body spasmed again. She could feel it. A massive wave of change was about to wash over her.

"Urrgh...norrrgh...arrrfh!" Her entire body clenched and heaved, as her proportions began to shift to more closely resemble the animal sniffing at her privates. Jumbo backed off just a moment, startled by her sudden movement.

There was a tightness in her chest now, and with one malformed hand, she reached up to clutch her ample breasts... breasts that where now coated in a thin layer of fur, much like most of her body now. Her fears were confirmed... her breasts were beginning to recede... diminishing ever so slightly. She whimpered mournfully... she'd always taken pride in this aspect of her figure... and especially in how they'd always given her no uncertain power over men. But soon, they would be no more. She could already feel her bra getting looser, it wouldn't be long before the garment was completely useless to her.

It wasn't just her chest though, the change was working it's will throughout her body. She could feel her shoulders shifting, twisting, pushing her arms forward slightly. Likewise, she could feel pressure building around her hips. She felt her balance faltering, as her hips narrowed. Her jeans slipped down, no longer hugging her normally curvy figure the way they had just moments before. Her new tail twitched, the base of it exposed to air for the first time. The remainder of it was still tucked away beneath her clothes, causing a noticeable bulge in the seat of her pants.

She leaned more against the wall for support, silently aghast at what was happening... and yet amazed at the pleasure she was getting from it. The whole process of the change... it seemed to be fanning the flames of lust that were already stoked by the presence of the two males... particularly the one still sniffing at her. Her behavior was confusing to Jumbo, keeping him somewhat reluctant to make his move. But ultimately, his instincts couldn't be denied. Especially as her scent became even more pronounced, her body chemistry morphing to a more canine state by the second. He whined in primal need, the mating instinct starting to take precedence over his hesitation and confusion.

Sherry heard his whimpering, and her body responded with yet another jolt of raw sexual heat. Her drenched, tender canal gave a sudden jerk... and then again... was she about to cum? No, it was something else... something more intense. Her mouth fell open, her slightly longer tongue hanging out over her lip, as she realized what was about to happen.

"Oaarrrrgh.... aaaawwrrroooph!!" The force that was invoking this change... it was centering now on her most intimate spot. She could feel the same writhing, twisting sensation that was already at work elsewhere beginning to build between her legs now. Sherry braced herself as best she could... if she could just hold on and not give in to this, for just a little longer... she had to show Cerina this was NOT her true desire! Maybe she could still convince her...

Jumbo had no interest in waiting around. He'd held back as long as he could stand, but now he could take no more. This bitch he smelled... she was more than ready. His loins demanded that he plant his seed. Now.

"AARGGPH!" Sherry yelped, distracted from her efforts to hold back the change as Jumbo suddenly lept up, his
weight falling against her side. He wrapped his paws around her waist, and without any further hesitation, began to hump her leg in earnest.

"Aarrrooww! Arrr... garrrrph... heph... heph... heph..." Her now futile efforts at speech gave way to a steady, heavy panting, as her body responded to his efforts to initiate the act of breeding. His repeated thrusts triggered something in her, instincts that had gradually crept into her mind ever since her first meeting with Cerina.

Her tenuous grip on humanity began to slip, as did her now loose fitting jeans. Jumbo's actions were having the unintentional side effect of pulling them down just a little more. A sudden sense of dread gripped her at the thought of being exposed now... and was almost instantly squashed by the sudden pulse that gripped her now well-lubricated canal.

Her arms and legs began to tense up with the sensation of oncoming change, but Sherry could barely take note. Her thoughts were becoming more and more centered around the instinctive response her body gave to Jumbo's thrusting. She could feel his engorged canine member against her leg, and was compelled... to move... adjust her position... for him...

"Urrrrowwwww..." Sherry whimpered, involuntarily starting to bend her knees in preparation. She tried to clear her head, but everything in her was screaming to give herself over to the act.

"No! I can't... that's what she wants... can't let her... have her way. This... this is MY life! She can't just decide what me and Ann are!" Sherry halted her body's attempt to give in, for the moment. Jumbo whined, the tempo of his leg-humping becoming more urgent.

"I decide... what... I am... what my... life... god, I need this... NO! Ugh... but it feels... so right... if I could just... for a minute... nooooo..."

The mating urge was overwhelming. It forced it's way to the forefront of her thoughts, despite all her efforts at repression. "I need to... but I can't... do what I... want..." A distinctly human part of Sherry's personality stirred. But it wasn't working in her favor. Her own stubborn nature, that willful disregard for everything except what she wanted... it now worked in tandem with the instincts claiming her mind. She WANTED to do this... so why the hell was she fighting it?

"Arrr... garrrwad, heerrrroooouuuus!" Sherry's human mind began to buckle under the relentless barrage of changing hormones and new, feral compulsions. She still braced against the wall, panting heavily, trying in vain to clear her head. Her body hitched and rocked with Jumbo's pumping against her leg.

She was on the verge of giving in, when an image flashed through her mind. Her friend... the one that was relying on her to win this fight... Sherry's eye's widened in horror as she realized... she could not remember this person's name.

She whimpered, realizing her awareness was becoming far more basic. Her thoughts were slower... muddled. She looked around in a panic... it was more than just names. Her mind couldn't recall the words for at least half the objects around her. The keys on the wall... her possibly broken phone... the clothes she was wearing... she knew what they were, deep down... but the words were getting jumbled. Her thoughts felt like they were moving through jelly. She tried again, focusing on her friend. She could see her face... she knew her... the heartfelt connection she had was still there... just not the name.

A strange sensation settled over her thighs as they began to thin out, followed by her arms seconds later. As the proportions of her limbs entered into a state of flux, Sherry's balance began to falter. She turned to try and brace against the wall with both arms/proto-forelegs, Jumbo still firmly attached. It bought her only a few more brief moments on two legs. Though she managed to regain some balance, the movement also caused her now looser-fitting jeans to slip even more, pulling her soaking panties with them. Her tail suddenly popped free of the clothing, springing fully into view for the first time. Her pants and underwear were now clinging to the tops of her thighs, leaving her once shapely, but now furry rump, completely exposed.

A fresh, unfiltered dose of Sherry's own unique scent smacked Jumbo squarely in the face. He redoubled his efforts to claim his mate, whining with more urgency than ever before. Sherry felt his snout press firmly against her entrance. Her body jerked... then again... and then...

"Arrrghhh... aarrrrwooooOOORRRR!" Suddenly, her vagina clenched and flexed... and then finally, Cerina's “gift” laid claim to the most intimate part of her womanhood. She pushed away from the wall, dropping her hands/paws to between her legs purely out of reflex. The action made Jumbo lose his own balance. He slipped to all fours, pulling her jeans and panties down to just above her knees in the process.

"Arrroooww... oarrrgh... goowwwrrrd... hurgh!" She heaved and groaned as her snatch shrank and shifted, pushing itself further back. The feelings were indescribable. The way her body pulsed and quivered... the sensation of herself changing in such a personal way... it was stimulating in a way she could have never imagined.

But in the midst of it all, she somehow retained her balance... and the presence of mind to notice that Jumbo had released his grip. She sensed an opportunity, one last chance to stave off this change, to save herself and... that other person...

Unfortunately, she did not retain the presence of mind to pull her pants back up, so muddled were her thoughts. Not that it would have mattered much. Her latest change brought with it a new, far more intense wave of canine lust, which would soon overpower and crush her meager resistance. She took only about two steps away from the wall... away from Jumbo... when her now too-big jeans tripped up her already precarious balance. She dropped, finally succumbing to the old woman's will. Never again would Sherry walk on two legs.

"That's it dear... yes, that is truly perfect. You and your friend belong on all fours. Don't worry dear. This is a good thing for both of you! I promise, this is everything the two of you have wanted... and everything you both deserve.”

A fading part of Sherry's mind caught the gist of the old lady's words. That portion, however, was quickly caving in to the animal heat clouding her thoughts. The moment her hands, now virtually paws, had hit the floor, something in her mind had snapped. The position felt right. She didn't want it to, she knew what it meant. But she couldn't shake the feeling. And as she once again felt Jumbo's snout against her privates... it really did feel... perfect.

She was frozen in place, a small fragment of humanity straining to hold on. But that same fragment was now gripped with the inevitability of her fate. This was it, the moment Cerina had been waiting for. The one Sherry had been hurdling towards ever since she'd felt that first shudder, back in the fast-food parking lot. She whined, feeling more pressure building in her mouth and jaw. She leaned forward, instinctively flicking her tail to the side

She knew what she was doing, but couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. This was what she wanted. She heard the old woman laugh joyfully as Jumbo climbed upon her, preparing to seal the deal. It brought a perplexing moment of confusion, as that now faltering fragment of her former self revolted against the sound. She knew this was what the old woman wanted, not her... so, why did she want it more than anything? Her new carnal mentality was not equipped to resolve such contradictions.

She experienced one last, brief moment of contemplation, as her devolving mind tried to wrap itself around this troubling conundrum. She felt, somehow, this old woman was controlling her, imposing her own will over Sherry's life. But then she felt Jumbo's member press against her now canine opening, and the lightning bolt of lust made it clear that she wanted this. She wanted to this to stop... but needed to continue. As she stared up at the one who'd brought this change upon her, somewhere from the depths of her hazy mind, Sherry wondered...

“... am I losing... control... or...?"

And then, her thoughts scattered as Jumbo sank himself deep within her, triggering an explosion of pleasure that neither her body nor her mind could fight. Her hips responded automatically, jerking and thrusting as Jumbo fell into his own steady rhythm. Her mouth began to jut forward into a muzzle as she whined and whimpered, her voice losing the last vestiges of human sound. She felt her breasts absorbed fully into her body, the nipples now blending in with the new teats she'd so recently developed.

Despite her awareness of these events, she could not cease her activities with Jumbo. If anything she threw herself into the act more fervently, the mating urge overpowering any remnant of rational thought. As Jumbo picked up his tempo, her mind embraced the thrill of primal heat. Whatever had been troubling her fled from her awareness. There would be no room for confusion, for riddles, or cognitive dissonance in Sherry's new world.

Her body began to shudder with the beginnings of her first canine climax, and Cerina's gift claimed Sherry's life completely.

"There now, isn't that much better dear?" If Sherry understood her words, she gave no indication. She was far too preoccupied to care.

Cerina watched as Jumbo and Sherry completed the age old act. It was more beautiful to her than anything in this world, and nothing brought her and her husband greater joy than letting others share in natures bounty. All that ridiculous 'restraint' and 'control' people were so obsessed with... that people imposed upon themselves. It wasn't natural... and it wasn't fair.

As she waited for Sherry and her companion to uncouple from each other, her attention turned to the other animals imprisoned in the kennel. Max and Princess... a male and a female. One was aroused and begging for his own opportunity to mate, but the other... the Collie bitch gave no response at all.

A sense of anger welled up within the normally kind old woman. To restrain desire was bad enough... but to remove it completely, to deny even the opportunity... this was something she could not abide.

She glided past the two somewhat sated dogs before her, and stood before the Collie's cage. "Oh, you poor dear. There now... we'll make this right for you."

Princess perked up suddenly, whimpering with confusion. Her demeanor became more and more agitated, and she began to sniff the air eagerly. And Max, who'd paid her no attention until now, became distinctly aware of her presence. She'd held no appeal before, but now... Max sensed she was just as viable a mate as the bitch Jumbo had mounted.

Cerina smiled, reaching for the key Sherry had used to lock up Max not more than a few minutes ago. She would not deny these beautiful creatures of their true nature, either.

Not long afterwords, Cerina slipped out of the kennel's rear exit with the former woman-turned-bitch, leading her by the same leash Sherry had lead Max with just a while ago. Sherry made a number of escape attempts as the old woman lead her to the car. If anyone had witnessed what had just transpired, they may have misinterpreted this behavior as Sherry's old self revolting, struggling against her fate.

Nothing could be further from the truth. In reality, Sherry was embracing her new form. Her attempts to get away were nothing more than overwhelming excitement at the new sensations and experiences this change had brought with it. And despite her altered form and simplified mind, the core of who she was remained. Her old, defiant, do-what-I-please nature balked at the old woman's interference with her attempts to explore the new smells, sounds, and sights she was being bombarded with. But her elderly keeper was in full control of the situation, and she knew how to keep Sherry in line. Ultimately, Sherry would be allowed to indulge her senses, but there was a time and place for that. Cerina reveled in nature's freedom, but she also knew some control was required, here and there. She gently but sternly directed Sherry to climb into her car and wait obediently in the back seat.



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“Sherry, you back here? What's the hold up, girl? It doesn't take that long to lock up one...”

The kennel door swung open, and Ashley stopped mid-sentence at the sight before her. Sherry wasn't back here. Instead, she found Max and Princess, locked in the same position she'd shared with Dr. Reynolds just a few short moments ago. There was no sign of the intern, but the rear entrance stood wide open. She saw something moving just outside the door. Jumbo had gotten loose!

“Oh shit!” Ashley turned and hollered back into the clinic. “Mike! Get back here now, we've got a problem!”

She started for the open door, hoping she could get the large Rottweiler before he ran off or got lost. She also needed to deal with Max and Princess... the Collie's owners probably wouldn't be too happy. "Thank god that dog is spayed..." At least they weren't going anywhere at the moment. Maybe Dr. Reynolds could deal with them while she was getting Jumbo.

“What the fuck did Sherry do?! Even Becky never fucked things up this...”

Her foot bumped something on the floor, sending it sliding across the concrete in front of her. As it slid away from her, something about the object drew her attention from the escaping dog. That color scheme... it looked familiar. It looked like... Sherry's American flag phone cover. Why the hell was Sherry's phone on the floor?

The phone came to rest next to a pile of clothes, carelessly littering the floor. Ashley recognized the shirt immediately... it was the one Sherry had been wearing. Her jeans and underwear had also been discarded with her top, the whole bunch wadded in a pile in the middle of the kennel.

“What the... fuck?”



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It was a short trip to Sherry's new home, though she had no idea how long it was exactly. Her own perception of time was now drastically impaired. When she was finally allowed to exit the vehicle, she found herself in front of a fairly modest house. Her attention was immediately drawn to the front porch, where she spotted the old woman's gruff, stoic husband petting another dog.

Her ear's perked up immediately. There was something familiar about the other animal, something that drew the former woman's interest. The other dog seemed to share her curiosity. They trotted towards each other, both eager to explore this situation further. They sniffed each other curiously. And then, the dog previously known as Ann gave an excited yip... she recognized her closest friend.

Sherry responded with her own excited barks, overjoyed at the reunion. They knew something had changed since last they'd met. Yet their simple mental state did not permit them to ponder this issue very deeply. Whatever had been altered, they were both comforted with one thing that hadn't changed. They still had each other, and that's what was important.

They settled into their new lives with considerable ease. Ann, being the compliant, well-behaved rule follower she'd always been, took very well to training. She quickly learned several basic dog-tricks to happily entertain her new masters. Sherry didn't take to these tricks quite as readily, and Cerina chose not to force the issue. It was one thing for Ann, she enjoyed the activity. It was part of own unique personality... her own nature. Sherry's nature had always been a bit more defiant. Forcing her to be something that she wasn't would have defeated the purpose of Cerina's gift. Besides, both bitches were always eager to participate in the true purpose for their transformation. The puppy breeding business Cerina ran on the side allowed the dogs to fully embrace their nature, and was quite profitable for their owners.

In the end, both girls got exactly what each of them had needed. Ann's new form allowed her to finally loosen up and enjoy life the way it was intended. Particularly some of it's more basic pleasures. And Sherry could now work with animals without having to deal with people. She didn't have to worry about other people's rules or timeframes... she could enjoy what she wanted, whenever it pleased her. It wasn't the way she'd envisioned her life in high school, but neither her nor Ann complained whenever the males were brought around.

Indeed they both found exactly what they wanted. And all that it required was for each of them to give up a bit of their control.