Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Choice of three pictures this time.
It had finally started to happen, he'd heard from his father that eventually the gene would take hold and begin to change his body. He'd been at work when it first started.
The sandwich he'd been holding dropped to the counter as the first ripple ran across his back and made his entire upper body spasm.
"Are you okay sir?" The portly woman that he was preparing for leaned towards him with concern in her eyes, she reached a hand towards him over the counter.
"I apologize ma'am, leaning over to grab the veggies just got to me I guess. Is there anything else you'd like on your sandwich?" He smiled weakly through the pale sweat he was starting to break out in.
She eyed him warily before shaking her head and handing a five dollar bill with a few quarters over. He cashed the woman out as she filled her cup with the soda fountain across from the counter. She paused to give him one last look before leaving.
As soon as she was gone, he walked over and flipped the lock before running to the bathroom. He turned the cold faucet and rinsed his hands to run some water over his face. Before he could bring his hands back up though he noticed they seemed weird.
As he flicked the water off he noticed they seemed darker and larger. A second wave of pain ran across his back, it felt like he'd moved furniture for the last 12 hours. His head spun for a few moments and he tried to lean against the sink for some support. A third time the pain hit and he felt like he was falling, only to realize that he was after he hit the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
He came to a few hours later and found himself aching as bad as before. The tile was chilling him to the bone, he sat up and found himself still shivering. The cool air felt good against his aching muscles. His uniform felt odd too, he never recalled it being that soft before.
He turned his head and found himself looking at a pair of fluffy, soft wings that were flexing as though they were stretching for the first time.
"It happened." He looked in the mirror and smiled, as hr took himself in he began to laugh with relief. He'd waited for this moment since he hit puberty and his father told him that one day his body would change again, a kind of second puberty almost.
He stretched his neck up and imagined the feeling he'd have once his wings were fully grown and he was able to soar through the skies.
Butch and Duke were quite a pair. Butch got Duke when he was just a pup, barely weaned. There was something about the pup that Butch was drawn to. Butch was 16, his dad just died and his mother felt he needed a connection with something or someone, and a dog seemed to fit the bill.
They quickly became inseparable, and Butch looked forward to coming home from school each day to play with Duke. The pup grew as did the bond between them. Duke became Butch's best friend and they went everywhere together. One day they were in the park, Butch laying on the warm grass, Duke laying on Butch's chest looking into his master's eyes. Butch looked deep into Dukes eyes and wondered what Duke was thinking. Somehow their minds connected.
It was just a brief connection, but Butch's vision changed and all his senses shifted. Smells, and sound all became much more vibrant. color drained from his vision. Somehow he saw his own face looking back at him with Duke's soulful eyes -- only they were his eyes! He could feel his heart beating under his paws --paws? Before it really sank in it was over. Butch thought it was a dream, but in many ways it was too real, too vibrant to be a dream.
Butch pondered the experience for days, then one afternoon he and Duke were laying on his bed and it happened again! This time he got up and moved around. He found his full length mirror on the back of this door and looked, yes he was Duke! Walking on all fours felt a bit odd, but not wrong. he walked over to his master, no it was his real body - but somehow he felt like he was really Duke not Butch for the moment, and saw it smiling. The new Butch reached down and scratched his ears, it felt sooo good!. Then it was over.
AS time passed Butch and Duke learned how to easily switch places. Butch would often swap with Duke at night, Duke would sleep and Butch would explore the night as a dog. There was so much to experience. He loved chasing squirrels, he knew it was dumb but as Duke it was an enjoyment. The air was filled with so much information. Animals, humans, vermin all their smells mingled in Butch/Dukes nose.
Then one night it happened. Butch caught a sent that sent him running. He really had no control over Dukes body at that point. It was overwhelming. He found himself prancing and acting very aroused at the bitch in heat. After the courting dance he mounter her and fucked for what seemed forever, finally she released him. He had been with girls before but this was so different, so primal. he trotted home and crawled up next to his bed with the real Duke sleeping away. he woke up in the morning really confused. Did that really happen?
That was 4 years ago, Butch had a hard time deciding which kind of sex was better. He loved going deep in a womans pussy and when he did it felt right and good, but as Duke sex was primal, and intense. He decided it didn't matter, he could have both. he or duke had fathered a number of litters of puppies, he just hoped one or tow of them would have the same ability as Duke and he could keep switching back and forth for the rest of his life.
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ReplyDeleteIt had finally started to happen, he'd heard from his father that eventually the gene would take hold and begin to change his body. He'd been at work when it first started.
The sandwich he'd been holding dropped to the counter as the first ripple ran across his back and made his entire upper body spasm.
"Are you okay sir?" The portly woman that he was preparing for leaned towards him with concern in her eyes, she reached a hand towards him over the counter.
"I apologize ma'am, leaning over to grab the veggies just got to me I guess. Is there anything else you'd like on your sandwich?" He smiled weakly through the pale sweat he was starting to break out in.
She eyed him warily before shaking her head and handing a five dollar bill with a few quarters over. He cashed the woman out as she filled her cup with the soda fountain across from the counter. She paused to give him one last look before leaving.
As soon as she was gone, he walked over and flipped the lock before running to the bathroom. He turned the cold faucet and rinsed his hands to run some water over his face. Before he could bring his hands back up though he noticed they seemed weird.
As he flicked the water off he noticed they seemed darker and larger. A second wave of pain ran across his back, it felt like he'd moved furniture for the last 12 hours. His head spun for a few moments and he tried to lean against the sink for some support. A third time the pain hit and he felt like he was falling, only to realize that he was after he hit the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
He came to a few hours later and found himself aching as bad as before. The tile was chilling him to the bone, he sat up and found himself still shivering. The cool air felt good against his aching muscles. His uniform felt odd too, he never recalled it being that soft before.
He turned his head and found himself looking at a pair of fluffy, soft wings that were flexing as though they were stretching for the first time.
"It happened." He looked in the mirror and smiled, as hr took himself in he began to laugh with relief. He'd waited for this moment since he hit puberty and his father told him that one day his body would change again, a kind of second puberty almost.
He stretched his neck up and imagined the feeling he'd have once his wings were fully grown and he was able to soar through the skies.
Nice addition; thanks Jake.
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ReplyDeleteButch and Duke were quite a pair. Butch got Duke when he was just a pup, barely weaned. There was something about the pup that Butch was drawn to. Butch was 16, his dad just died and his mother felt he needed a connection with something or someone, and a dog seemed to fit the bill.
They quickly became inseparable, and Butch looked forward to coming home from school each day to play with Duke. The pup grew as did the bond between them. Duke became Butch's best friend and they went everywhere together. One day they were in the park, Butch laying on the warm grass, Duke laying on Butch's chest looking into his master's eyes. Butch looked deep into Dukes eyes and wondered what Duke was thinking. Somehow their minds connected.
It was just a brief connection, but Butch's vision changed and all his senses shifted. Smells, and sound all became much more vibrant. color drained from his vision. Somehow he saw his own face looking back at him with Duke's soulful eyes -- only they were his eyes! He could feel his heart beating under his paws --paws? Before it really sank in it was over. Butch thought it was a dream, but in many ways it was too real, too vibrant to be a dream.
Butch pondered the experience for days, then one afternoon he and Duke were laying on his bed and it happened again! This time he got up and moved around. He found his full length mirror on the back of this door and looked, yes he was Duke! Walking on all fours felt a bit odd, but not wrong. he walked over to his master, no it was his real body - but somehow he felt like he was really Duke not Butch for the moment, and saw it smiling. The new Butch reached down and scratched his ears, it felt sooo good!. Then it was over.
AS time passed Butch and Duke learned how to easily switch places. Butch would often swap with Duke at night, Duke would sleep and Butch would explore the night as a dog. There was so much to experience. He loved chasing squirrels, he knew it was dumb but as Duke it was an enjoyment. The air was filled with so much information. Animals, humans, vermin all their smells mingled in Butch/Dukes nose.
Then one night it happened. Butch caught a sent that sent him running. He really had no control over Dukes body at that point. It was overwhelming. He found himself prancing and acting very aroused at the bitch in heat. After the courting dance he mounter her and fucked for what seemed forever, finally she released him. He had been with girls before but this was so different, so primal. he trotted home and crawled up next to his bed with the real Duke sleeping away. he woke up in the morning really confused. Did that really happen?
That was 4 years ago, Butch had a hard time deciding which kind of sex was better. He loved going deep in a womans pussy and when he did it felt right and good, but as Duke sex was primal, and intense. He decided it didn't matter, he could have both. he or duke had fathered a number of litters of puppies, he just hoped one or tow of them would have the same ability as Duke and he could keep switching back and forth for the rest of his life.
You should do the dogs point of view, too!
DeleteNicely written, thanks.
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