Fuckin’ Dog – Part 1: The Cousin

—Prologue—

I live in a world you may not understand. Call me a liar if you like, but do not be surprised if I remain unfazed. I have been called far worse. But the purpose of this story is not to debate the laws of nature. I have put pen to paper for one reason and one reason alone. To clear my conscience.

Before I begin, let me tell you a little more about the world I inhabit. A woman’s eighteenth birthday is usually a big deal, but for a man, it is a life-changing experience. Once a young man comes of age, he goes through a transformation. His skin turns to fur and he grows a snout. His bones and muscles contort, turning his arms to legs. His ears lengthen and migrate to the top of his head while his spine grows to form a tail. And just like that, he becomes a dog.

Countless scientists and geneticists have attempted to identify the cause for The Change, but to this day, the odd phenomena remains shrouded in mystery. All we know is that only the body is affected. The ability for logical thought and speech persists, ensuring that men of legal age remain active members of society.

I learned all about The Change at school, but nothing can prepare you for such a traumatic experience. The only upside is that I was born at night, which means I will be asleep when the transformation occurs. I am going to bed a man and I will awake a dog.

—Part 1: The Cousin—

I awoke in a cold sweat. That is, if dogs could sweat.

“Oh my god!” I gasped. My inability to sweat proved the transformation was complete. I was now a dog. Gone were the days of showing off my muscular body. Behind me were the times when I would stand before the mirror and take in the perfection of my thick, lustrous hair. And never again would I play tennis, basketball or hockey. However, being a dog had its upsides. I would no longer have to worry about what to wear. Table manners were something of the past, my lack of fingers making it impossible for me to handle utensils. And best of all, I was now flexible enough to suck my own dick. It was not like I actually wanted to give myself a blowjob, but I liked knowing it was an option. Still, it would take some time for me to get used to my new body.

I had always had trouble finding sleep unless surrounded by complete and total darkness. My room was thus completely cut off from the outside world, keeping it permanently bathed in darkness. But for some inexplicable reason, I could still see. I endured a few moments of utter confusion before remembering my new body came with heightened senses. Apparently, night vision was one of them.

“That’s so cool!” I gasped. I felt my ears twitch as I realized something else. My voice had also changed. It still sounded like me, only it was now a full octave deeper. I spoke a few words and enjoyed the low, rumbling sound that was produced.

This went on for a while before another sound caught my attention. This one was far more distant and much fainter, yet I could clearly hear it. It sounded like someone walking. I strained to listen and quickly became convinced that one of my relatives was up and about. I had no idea why they were walking around the house in the middle of the night, but I was about to find out, because the footsteps were growing closer.

I focused on the sound of my relative’s feet hitting the hardwood floor and pictured them strolling down the hall. The footsteps grew louder and louder until the night walker came to a stop in front of my door. I knew this because I could now hear them breathe. The mystery relative just stood there, breathing hard.

I was about to jump off the bed and hurry over to the door when a sweet odor reached my nostrils. I wondered where the enticing scent was coming from until I realized a heightened sense of smell was just another one of my new abilities. Sniffing madly, I filled my nostrils with the addicting scent. I could not figure out why, but the sweet odor felt oddly familiar. Drawn to if like a moth to flame, I hopped off the bed and tiptoed over to the door, making sure to keep the claws that now protruded from my toes from scratching the hardwood floor.

By the time I reached the door, the footsteps had resumed. My relative was leaving, taking the sweet smell with them. Desperate to discover the identity of the night walker, I tried to open the door. Unfortunately, my hands were gone and opening a door without them was like… well, like asking a dog to open a door.

I listened until the footsteps vanished. Now that the silence had returned, I felt a great fatigue wash over me. I had just gone through a traumatic transformation and I needed my rest. Yawning, I strolled back to my bed and hopped on. I was little surprised at how easy it was, but knew it was yet another one of my new body’s advantages. Maybe being a dog would not be so bad after all. Curling up in a ball, I rested my head upon my front paws and closed my eyes.

Remember when you were a kid and falling asleep was as simple as closing your eyes? Well, dogs are like kids in that manner. One second I was wide awake and the next I was sound asleep.

I do not know how long I slept, but when I awoke, my ears were twitching and my heart was pounding in my chest. I had no idea what was going on, but my animalistic instincts were in a frenzy. I sniffed a few times and the same sweet smell as before filled my nostrils. It was now much more pungent, letting me know its source was now far closer. One quick glance at my surroundings told me I was no longer alone. Someone else was in the room.

My eyes soon came across a human figure. It was small, yet too big for a child. It was a woman. A beautiful young woman. Her name was Nikki and she was my cousin.

I usually shared a house with my mother and sister, but for the past few days, my aunt and cousin had been staying with us. They insisted it was to celebrate my birthday, but I got the feeling there was more to their visit. If only I had known how right I was…

“What is she doing here?” I silently wondered as I watched my beautiful relative tiptoe toward my bed. Though a few rays of moonlight entered through the now wide-open door, it was still too dark for human eyes and I remained convinced that Nikki was unaware of my return to consciousness.

Nikki’s progress was slow and I was given ample time to study her.