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“This hair growth formula is too much,” David said, holding the camera up to take a picture of his changing body. “It’s getting so thick. It’s like … fur.”

“You said you wanted to get hairy,” I said. “Looks like you got your wish.”

David had been taking my formula for less than a week, and his body was covered in dark, thick hair. I ran my hand along his chest, rubbing the hair – the fur – like I was petting an animal.

“Ruff… that feels good,” he barked, closing his eyes. He laid back on the bed. “Do that some more.”

I sat next to him and rubbed his chest, his belly, then between his legs.

David’s tongue dangled from him mouth and he started to pants. “Ruff … arrrrufff …” he whined as I rubbed his naked body.

“Good boy,” I said, running my hand up his shoulders to his neck and his head. His ears were getting pointy and pushing up higher and higher.

“Arooooo,” he howled.

I reached for another bottle of the formula. “Here you go, boy,” I said. “Just a few more doses and it’ll be permanent.”

It was lonely living alone during quarantine. Well, almost alone. I had my dog, Rusty… but the conversations were a little one-sided, if you know what I mean.

I just wanted someone else around, to hang out with, maybe watch some TV with, or hell, if I was really lucky, fuck. I was so sick of the tumblr/my right hand nightly (well, actually it was usually several times a day) combo.

I was lucky that I had a small house out in the woods- at least I could go outdoors whenever I wanted. But still, I was bored, and lonely.

Then I found this spell online on some random corner of the internet. Some people were changing their pets into humans, so they wouldn’t be quarantined alone anymore. I looked over at Rusty, asleep in a sun spot. I’d had him for years, and he’d always been a good dog. Maybe a bit territorial with the squirrels, but we’d always trusted each other… and it’s not like we didn’t spend every night hanging out in the living room together anyway.

So I figured, what the hell. That night, I gathered the materials needed, said the words, lit the candles, fed Rusty the biscuit that had some oil on it and…. nothing. Rusty stared at me, and then, bored, walked over to his dog bed and flumped down.

Figures, I thought. I mean, what had I really expected?

I sighed. Rusty had the right idea. I cleaned up, gave him a scratch behind the ears, and went to bed.

I woke the next morning, yawned, rubbed my eyes-

and nearly jumped into the ceiling.

There, on the end of my bed was a muscled, shirtless man, staring at me.

“Who the fuck are you?!” I yelled.

The tan, blonde hunk in front of me grinned. Tied around his neck was a black and white bandana, just like the one on-

“RUSTY?” I yelped.

“Hi, Lance,” the man smiled. “I borrowed a pair of your jeans. They’re a bit tight, but they work.”

“Holy shit,” I said. “It worked.”

The man stood, and I got a full view of just how tall and athletic he was. He was right about my jeans- he filled them out in a way I never could. And on his shoulder- a tattoo?

“The bandana,” I said, standing and touching it lightly. “It’s… it’s a good look.”

“Thanks, bro,” he said,. He cocked his head, and then looked me over. Then he suddenly leaned in and took a big whiff at my neck.

I actually blushed, and gave out a little laugh.

“Oh, uh… hi,” I chuckled. Same lack of personal space, it would seem. I stared at him. He stood two or three inches taller than me, making him… 5'11’‘ish? Maybe 6 foot. He easily outweighed me. I felt suddenly a bit nervous.

“You should make us some breakfast,” he said, his deep voice rumbling.

My dick twitched. I couldn’t help it. This man was just so… confident. And that beard, and chest hair? Woof, indeed.

“Oh, right,” I said, and started to step around him to head into the kitchen.

His meaty hand caught my side, startling me. He squinted at me, as if considering something. Then he grabbed the back of my head with one arm, and with one swift move, shoved my face into his other armpit.

Surprised, I took a small shocked breath in.

Oh.

He smelled… god, it was glorious. Manly, a little sweat… spicy… like cedar and dirt, and…

Fuck. My dick was growing harder.

Rusty laughed.

“Just what I thought, boy,” he said, holding me in place. “Take a deep whiff.”

His muscled arm pulled me in closer. My body pressed into his. God, he was just so hard, everywhere. And his smell.

I let out a small, involuntary whimper.

“Yeah, boy,” he said, stroking the back of my head. “I wondered, and now I now. I’m the Alpha around here.”

He pulled me into him, and lowered me to the ground as he sat on the side of the bed. Fuck, I was horny. And he was right. My whole body knew that he was unquestioningly in charge. I closed my eyes and took another long breath.

Click.

My eyes flew open, and my hand leapt to my neck. I felt a leather strap, and heard a tiny jingle.

His collar.

I looked up at the behemoth in front of me. His stare bore into me. My knees sunk further into the ground. Part of me wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

No, I thought. Not his collar. My collar.

He stared down at me, wheels turning once more in his head.

Was this the view that he had had of me, for so many mornings?

“Don’t worry boy,” he said in his warm, gravelly tone. “I’m going to take very good care of you.”

He reached down and scratched me behind my ear. I leaned into it in spite of myself. My dick screamed for release in my jeans.