Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 02:44:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alistair Bentley <xformguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Headshop: Hound: Chapter 9

Headshop: Hound
Chapter 8: Homo-Canus

By Xformguy

Kane's bedroom was dominated by an unmade king-size bed. I would see and
smell the place where had slept the night before and even the staleness of
his masculine scent was erotic. Around the edges of the bed was a dresser
with huge mirror, both of which ran nearly the length of the room, and a
black-leather easy chair and ottoman. There wasn't much room to walk
around, so I stood meekly in the doorway while Kane entered and emptied his
pockets of wallet, pocket knife, and change.

My brain couldn't decide if I should be embarrassed at being naked in front
of him. After everything that had happened, it seemed stupid to be; he'd
seen me. Shit! He'd blown me. But catching a glance of myself in the
dresser mirror, I felt self-conscious. I kept glancing over and wondering
who that black-furred kid was, and to my peripheral vision, it looked like
I was wearing a black-body suit or something. The fur registered to my skin
like clothing one minute, but then when I looked down and saw my cock
there, pointing directly at me as it was attached to my belly, I realized I
was naked and got all self-conscious again.

I was a mass of competing impulses anyhow, because I was having a knee-jerk
desire to obey Kane clash with my desire to get the fuck out of here before
he could make my condition worse. I was having the intellectually fueled
decision to allow the changes to keep happening until I could cycle back to
human battle the utter terror I was feeling at becoming a dog completely. I
was having an irrational attraction to Kane's body and scent at the same
time I was revolted at what he did to me and others.

Kane peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor in front of the
closet. His torso was built solid, not particularly ripped, but he had a
massive chest, huge pink nipples, and a fan of black hair across it that
extended down into his pants. He wore a leather cord around his neck that
had one of the emblems from the Headshop collars as a pendant. His arms and
shoulders were equally as huge and he popped one of his biceps while I
watched; it had to be bigger than my head was. He grinned to himself that I
was watching him and then stepped over to me and did something I didn't
expect.

He kissed me. It was a firm, but gentle at the same time, his lips lightly
touching mine, his dank breath invading my mouth, until he pressed harder
and worked our lips together. He felt his thick tongue touch mine and I
melted suddenly into it, kissing him for all I was worth. I felt my body
respond to him as he collected it closer to him with his huge hands on my
back and hip. I was so short now that he had bent down a little to make
contact, but he stood up straight, hauling me off the floor with him,
turned, and deposited me on the side of the bed. He broke contact and left
me gasping lightly at the intensity of it. My cock had already started to
get hard and it protested a little - - I'd already had so many
half-erections today that it was over getting hard, getting soft, getting
hard, getting soft. It wanted some release.

"Why are you doing this me?" I asked him quietly.

He sat on the ottoman and raised up one of his huge boots, planting it
squarely on my chest. I was small and it was large and it covered about
half my torso. He nodded at it and wouldn't speak until I started to untie
the knots clumsily with my stubby fingers.

"You wanted it," he said. He saw me start to protest and interjected, "and
before you give me some whining story about how you didn't, you were there,
in the labyrinth with your cock hanging through the hole. I saw your face
change and I smelled your pheromones spike at the leather in the shop. You
were ripe for it."

"I didn't want to be an animal," I insisted, pulling one of his boots
off. It released a tantalizing scent of leather, sweat, and his socks that
I just closed my eyes and inhaled.

"Didn't you?" he chuckled, using my reaction as evidence. He dropped that
foot and thrust his other boot onto my chest. I went to work on those
laces.

"No," I mumbled.

"Give it up, Stogie," he said, "You wanted to submit. You have. What's the
problem?"

"I'm not a human being anymore!" I yelled at him, dropping the laces.

He kicked me over at the sign of disrespect and bolted to his feet. He
towered over me, a mass of threat. "Pussy-fuck!" he spat, "Always wanting
to submit. Dreaming of it. Jacking off to it over and over again. Then when
someone comes along and takes command of you - - giving you everything you
asked for - - all you do is whine about how you've lost control!"

I cowered, his pheromones spiking and my confidence evaporating. He sat
back down on the ottoman and pulled off his own boot, then went to slide
off both socks.

"I couldn't have know this would happen," I said weakly, "I didn't choose
this much."

"Well," he warned, "that's what happens when you lose control. You get
taken where someone else wants."

We sat in silence for several long moments, his words sinking in. He
eventually lounged back on the chair and ottoman, propping himself on his
elbows. He put his huge feet in my lap and waited, watching my reaction. I
sat up from where he'd bowled me over and touched them, starting to massage
them. The scent coming off of them was so masculine it was driving me
forward. I picked them up by the heel and held them to my face, sniffing
every inch of them. He pushed them into my face and felt the soft flesh of
the soles against both cheeks. He rubbed, I nuzzled.

My cock got hard, just enough to poke out of the sheath and squirt some
pre-cum onto itself. Kane was responding to his and without conscious
thought, I started to kiss his soles, then nibble them, then lick
them. Kane grunted his satisfaction and glancing up, I saw his nipples
harden, his chest start flush, and the log in his pants start to plump.

Kane withdrew his feet and sat up on the ottoman, cradling his cock through
his jeans. He flicked his fingers and motioned for me to stand, and I
did. At my height, my cock was now directly in front of him. I let out a
long, deep moan when he took hold of it with one of his meaty hands,
sliding up and down the sheath and across the bits that were poking out. He
swirled his thumb around the bullet-tip, slick with my own pre-cum, causing
me to jump and my legs to tremor slightly. He hooked his own feet inside my
stance and gently worked my feet farther apart with his own.

I put my hands on his head, or tried to, but he batted them away as he
massaged the base of my cock and his the huge outline of his own. I could
feel my cock shaft sliding around inside my sheath, which had become a
thick, protective skin. Kane worked it, sliding the skin around and up my
actual shaft, all of this lubricated by the thick pre-cum I was oozing
out. He caught some on his thumb and jammed it into my mouth. I sucked it
off and tried to fellate his thumb as he worked it around my mouth and
against my newly sharpened teeth.

I knew I should be protesting. I knew I should be trying to stop this and
to hold back. I knew it - - but I couldn't help myself. Kane and I were
both generating so my pheromones now that I was intoxicated by them and my
ability to object had dissolved beneath it. I was sinking into the ocean of
emotion fast.

Kane cupped my nuts, his fingers probing beyond to that spot he liked to
smell. They pressed against it and I stood even farther up on my toes. He
took my nuts in his hand and pulled them down and I followed, feeling first
the pressure, then the pain of it. He had to bat my hands away again as I
instinctively tried to hold them. While he pulled, he stepped up the
jacking of my shaft, more competing impulses flooded my brain. Pain and
pleasure were intermixing into something new and more powerful than
either. I felt my cock fully extend out of my shaft, a huge pink roll of
flesh that Kane milked for pre-cum until it was dripping down my belly into
my pubes.

Then Kane took my cock in his mouth and any reason I had left was
obliterated. I fell backward onto the bed and Kane came with me, his strong
body pushing part my knees and weighing on my thighs. My legs curled around
him and my own pads were rubbing across his denim covered calves. He
swallowed a good portion of my cock, causing me to buck upward in a
staccato burst of fucking. When he pulled off, I whined in frustration.

His strong hand gripped the base of my cock in a death grip and I still
bucked up. Kane hooked his arms underneath my knees and rolled my pelvis
up, planting his face behind my nuts while he jacked my cock toward my
chest. He started nibbling that space until I was squirming uncontrollably.

Using my own cock as a dispenser, he collected pre-cum on one of his middle
fingers, then started rubbing my pucker with it. He was getting me to the
edge and seemed to know it. His pace on my cock started to quicken and I
started to gasp.

"Okay, Stogie," Kane said, "it's time." He jammed his finger into me, I
screamed, and I started to shoot. The first spurt hit me under my chin, but
after that, I was shoot long ropes onto my chest. When the last spurt came,
he withdrew his finger and moved away, letting me sprawl on the bed.

I took a couple of deep breaths and then it felt like I had fallen from a
4-story window. There was a moment of terrible disorientation and then my
body felt like it had run headlong into a concrete wall. With my newly
enhanced hearing, I could hear my bones breaking, one-by-one. I could also
hear them knitting into different shapes almost immediately. Pain blossomed
along my body and I screamed as it did, although it came out an animalistic
howl. I jerked and writhed as the changes worked their way up my body, fear
boiling in me along with my skin and flesh.

I was so scared, I couldn't look at what was happening to my body; the pain
was so great that I couldn't watch myself deform horribly. I memory of
Sparky's change was in my head and I couldn't watch that happen to
myself. I kept my eyes shut and endured it as the wave of pain made its way
up my body, breaking pelvis, then spine, then rib cage. My ears popped as
the cartilage felt like it was being pulled off and I could feel my nose
stretch.

When it was over, I was a sweaty mess on the bed. I panted and lay on my
side. Before I dared look at myself, I could tell my body wasn't human
anymore. I couldn't lay flat on my back; when I tried, I kept tilting to
one side or the other, until I gave up and lay there. Eventually, I had to
look. From about my mid-chest down, I was completely a dog. My chest was
pushed out and my shoulders had narrowed, limiting the reach of my arms,
but my hands were still stubby hands, not quite paws. My legs, however,
were completely haunches and paws. I marveled at how my cock could still be
fully inflated, complete with its knot bulging mid-shaft.

Kane was watching me from the easy chair impassively. I gave him a brief
glance and looked at the creature in the mirror. My nose had turned
forward, grown black, and the flesh of my nostrils had curled inward,
making a dense, dog nose. I had long floppy ears on the sides of my head,
both otherwise, my head was still human.

Kane stood up and undid his belt. "Good job, Stogie," he said, "But not
quite there yet."  He reached between my legs and gripped my oversensitive
cock, making me jump. I tried to protest, but the words came out as a
strangled whine; I knew from how my lips and tongue felt that I was done
speaking. He jacked my cock a couple of times, rubbing my own cum into the
shaft and I grimaced and jerked.

Kane took my legs in his hands and flipped me over. I stood on the bed - -
my brain registering the new center of gravity and the way my new body
worked. Fuck! I was a quadruped now. My brain kept going over and over
that: quadruped. It superficially felt like I was on my hand-and-knees, but
I no longer had knees; they had disappeared into the haunch of my leg. I
was standing on my palms and the balls of my feet.

Kane moved my tail out of the way and slide his finger into me again,
making circles with it until I hung my head and let out another whine, this
one half-protest, half-erotic interest. My cock bobbed underneath me,
bouncing against my belly and somehow, still oozing pre-cum.

In the mirror, I saw Kane pull out his finger step back, and drop his
jeans. His legs were easily as powerful as his upper body, having the same
solid muscular definition. His cock was what I remembered, long and thick
and covered in foreskin. He stroked himself, working the skin over his knob
until he was hard. He sidled up behind me and I mentally prepared myself
for what was to come.

What a joke, though. I'd never been fucked. I'd never been in a
relationship and I had wanted that act to happen in the confines of
one. Kane was about to go there before anyone and I just shook my head at
the necessity. I couldn't leave. The same problem remained. I had to
completely transform in order to become a dog, so I could become a human
again. I wondered why Kane couldn't just jack me off again, but this
rational thought was subsumed quickly and completely into my domination by
him. Of course he would fuck me if that's what he wanted. What else was
there?

Kane entered me and I barked out a complaint and lengthened into a howl. He
had a firm grasp on my narrow hips and he draw me onto his pole, sighing as
he did. He was so huge and I was so reeling with this new sensation.

When I had fucked Benjamin, a primal urge had been satisfied, one that was
buried so deep in my psyche that I hadn't recognized it consciously, but,
once seen was so huge as to be ever-present. I had fulfilled the purpose of
having a cock. The sigh that Kane let out was he entered me was the
expression of that satisfaction for him. The howl that I let out was the
fulfillment of another deep need that ran parallel to this one.

To be penetrated felt like being chosen, accepted, even loved at a level
that was so deep and uncomplicated that it was the foundation for my other
emotions. My anatomy opened to Kane and when he was into me to his root, I
panted, my heart racing, and I melted into the weight and physicality of
his body. I felt like an appendage of him, which wasn't as obscene as it
sounded. Instead it felt proper and profoundly safe.

I must've shrunk again, because he was huge over me . . . his massive arms
planted on either side of my head and shoulders. I curled my arms
underneath my chest and pressed my face into the bed, the presence of his
cock massively overwhelming all my other senses.

Kane started to fuck. He started slow, drawing his cock out of me in a long
backward pull. I felt a tremendous emptiness building as he did it and a
pang of fear built like a vacuum as he moved - - would he return? Would he
reinstate the completeness?? These were my thoughts. Then he did, and the
safe emotion burst on me again.

Then he did it again, harder this time. The sensations weren't drawn out
this time. There was a smooth exit, then a hard thrust, and pleasure
erupted with the safety. I gasped at the intensity, a barking sound that
might've sounded like I'd just been hurt. Kane was not deterred, he kept it
up, building a rhythm and kept me releasing small barks of intensity - -
both pleasure and pain mixing together with the movement of my emotional
foundations. My psyche was having an earthquake - - and I liked it.

Kane worked up to a level of ecstasy for himself and I knew I was being
used for his pleasure. The feelings of being chosen and accepted and safe
mitigated this greatly - - I felt proud he had chosen me. He started off
standing with his legs spread, but soon he had one foot on the bed and one
on the floor, angling into me. Then he was on the bed squatting behind me,
driving me further across the mattress. I was practically limp beneath him
and let his strength maneuver me around.

With his grip on my hips, he pitched to the side, turning me and himself to
the right. He stretched out his legs and pinioned into me, his hands moving
up and down my spine. I arched my back at this contact; the sensations of
being petted only heightened my sense of belonging to him. He rolled on his
back, but I was too far gone into being a dog to make this a practical
position, and he had to practically hold me up bodily for it to work. My
legs kicked at the air, unable to find purchase or stability because of how
I'd lost range of movement. He relented, wrapped his arms around me, picked
me completely up and set me back on my hands and feet on the edge of the
mattress; he'd gone back to standing up.

As he leaned over me, pressing his chest against my back, I felt the
medallion he wore between my shoulder blades, hot from his skin. He reached
around my side and grabbed my cock and I howl-barked my approval. I wasn't
sure it had recovered from his previous ministrations and the sensations of
him jacking me off were only adding to the intensity that was driving me
off the edge. There was a spot inside my ass - - no doubt my prostate - -
that his cock was rubbing constantly, sending warmth and pleasure flooding
through me. It was sending signals directly to my nuts and shaft and I was
already working up another orgasm. From the way Kane was fucking me - -
wantonly now - - he was ready too.

Without much warning, I felt his cock expanded even larger and lodge inside
me. . .  no longer having the same freedom to slide . . . and Kane let out
series of gasping grunts, then yelled out "Fuck YEAH!" and came. I felt him
pumping into me, holding his body flush against my ass. I felt his grip on
my hips and cock tighten until I thought he would break something. I could
FEEL his orgasm shudder through the physicality of his body because I was
linked to it through his cock.

I knew we were locked together, so I didn't try to move. His jacking of my
cock picked up pace though, and again, without much warning, I started to
shoot. This was weird to me in general - - how could I have been so
stimulated without even registering it? I shot and shot and shot, unable to
breath while I did.

As soon as my orgasm subside - - I realized what had just happened and what
was going to happen now. Already, the sensations in my body that came with
the transformation was building, tingling and tickling up my body from my
feet, an approaching wave that locked me in my new canine form. I started
to tremble and writhe and Kane was like an anchor, locking me in place with
his body.

"No! NO!" I whined in some canine phonetic noise. My shoulders finished
narrowing and my fingers and thumb melted into paws. My chest heaved,
cutting off my protests as my lungs resettled and my heart skipped a couple
of beats. The change entered my head and I knew it was over. I felt my
skull resettle on the end of my neck in a quadrupedal stance, orienting
forward. My jaw, face, nose pushed out. I can't describe the horror of
losing one's face, as it stretched bit-by-bit into a muzzle. My teeth
sharpened further and I could SEE my jaw sticking out of me, extruding. My
nasal cavity got bigger and FUCK! The smells all around me intensified
again! I reeled from it as I got another dose of Kane's pheromones, freshly
scented. I felt my skull break and then my brain . . . inverted.

All this time, my psyche had been shadowed by a "dog brain" that hid behind
my reason and intellect. It had felt independently sentient for awhile, but
had become this "other half" of me. My brain twisted inside out, leaving IT
in the front and my reason behind. All the emotions I had been feeling - -
the fear, humiliation, the acceptance and desire for Kane, the confusion -
- all tripled in strength, even as my intellect rolled up into a ball and
receded back and away from my consciousness. I felt a burst of the
minty-freshness in the meat of my head - - probably from that potion I'd
drunk - - and then my intellect sailed away from me, leaving me immersed in
my emotion.

I was a dog now.

Time became a complete mystery. Kane pulled out eventually, and I just lay
there, exhausted on every level. I closed my eyes and might've slept.
Bullet was there, rubbing my back and head, feeding me lunch meat, which I
hate weakly, but shit! . . . it was the best lunch meat I'd ever eaten. The
beautiful feeling of having my head and neck petted was all I could focus
on. Bullet sat with me, my head in his lap, petting me for a long time and
I just drifted.