Dog Days

(set: $dog to 0)(set: $shirt to true)(set: $jeans to true)(set: $socks to true)(set: $shoes to true)(set: $stick to false)(set: $jizzed to false)(set: $dogjizz to false)(set: $burgereaten to false)(set: $drunk to false)(set: $truckergone to false)(set: $atebacon to false)(set: $lickedfeet to false)(set: $sniffedcrotch to false)(set: $atedogfood to false)(set: $drankwater to false)(set: $slept to false)(set: $dranktoilet to false)(set: $pissed to false)(set: $dogencounter to false)(set: $wentwalkies to false)(set: $sniffbench to false)(set: $collar to false)(set: $sniffedboots to false)(set: $diginyard to false)(set: $chasesquirrel to false)(set: $chasetail to false) You toss and turn in your sleep, immersed in the strangest dream. You are hanging around with your friends, who you love, but they are all towering over you. They aren't treating you normally; they keep petting and stroking you. When you try to talk, they don't seem to understand, but gradually you are starting to enjoy the attention from them. You roll on your back, and one of your friends scratches your belly. You wag your tail, and he says "Good boy, good boy!" You wake up groggily, repeating the words from the dream under your breath. [[Get up|Waking in the park]]

(set: $gamestart to 1)The park is bright and cheerful early in the morning. You can hear the wind blowing in the trees and the sound of the lake water lapping gently against the shore. A stony road leads west, to the street. To the south, a strange, colourful tent stands steadfast in the breeze. (click: "trees")[ The trees are huge and stand separate from the normal footpath. (if: $pissed is false)[You can't help but feel an urge to pee on their roots.(click: "pee")[ Looking around to make sure no-one is watching, you grab your dick and let loose a stream of hot, yellow piss onto the grass. You sigh with relief, and wiggle your foot a little. (display:"Effect")(set: $pissed to true)]]] A bench stands in the middle of the park.(click: "bench")[ Just a large bench. It has a graffiti mark on the back. Some dogs seem to have left their mark on the legs.(if: $sniffbench is false)[(click:"their mark")[ You drop to all fours and sniff the bench legs. You can smell the traces of the dogs that came and went here. (display:"Effect")(set: $sniffbench to true)]]] (if: $dog is 0)[ [[Enter the strange tent|Fortune teller's tent]] ](else:)[ [[Leave the park|High street]] ]

The interior of the tent is dark and smoky. The floor is furnished with a thick, old rug, and a small table, bearing a set of cards, centres the room. The tent flap is north. An old woman gazes at you from past the table.(click: "old woman")[ The old woman is hidden behind many layers of colourful shawls and scarves. Suddenly she speaks up, in a piercing, cold voice. "I can see what you want, boy. To have all of your worldly desires catered for, to be looked after hand and foot, to be loved and love greatly in return. Is this what you desire?"[[ Yes|A curse?]] No(click: "No")[ "Return to me when you change your mind, as I am sure you will."]] [[Leave|Waking in the park]]

This street is normally busy, but currently deserted in the early morning. Papers litter the streets, and graffiti covers the walls. To the west you can see a pub, and to the north your friend's house is distantly visible. To the east is the park. (if: $burgereaten is false)[ Half a burger is discarded on the floor.(click:"burger")[ Smelly, dirty discarded food. Unsuitable for human consumption.(click:"consumption")[ You lick the burger, and find it doesn't taste that bad. You wolf it down happily, and burp afterwards. (set: $burgereaten to true) (display:"Effect")]]] [[Enter the pub|Pub]] [[Visit your friend|Mike's garden]] [[Return to the park|The park]]

The pub is dark and grimy, but you're lucky to find one at all open this early. The exit is east, and to the south the sign for "Toilets" is flashing. The bar itself takes up most of one wall, which is full of liquor of all shapes and sizes. The rest of the room is mostly tables and chairs. The barman is cleaning a glass with a rag.(click:"barman")[ The barman is a heavy, bald man with a nasty glare. He's wearing a vest, jeans and boots. He has a variety of taps for drinks next to him.(if: $sniffedboots is false)[(click:"boots")[ You sneak up to the barman and lie down, before sniffing his boots. He mostly just smells of old beer. He notices and pushes you away with his foot. "Gerrof, mutt."(set: $sniffedboots to true) (display:"Effect")]](click:"drinks")[ (if: $drunk is false)[ May as well get a hair of the dog. You whip out your cash and purchase a drink. Then another. And another. Soon you are staring woozily at a forest of glasses, and there seem to be twice as many as there really are. You try to ask the barman for another, but just gently slide off your chair.(display:"Effect")(set: $drunk to true)](else:)[ He glares at you. "I'm cutting you off, pal."]]] [[Leave the pub|High street]] [[Go to the men's room|Men's room]]

Mike's garden is well-kept, the lawn neatly trimmed. One area at the side is muddy where some planting has taken place. The door to his house is north, and the street continues south.(if: $diginyard is false)[(click:"muddy")[ You stare at the mud, then run over to it and start to dig with your hands and feet, sending mud flying everywhere. After you've made a large hole, and a huge mess, you are overcome with guilt and embarrassment.(set: $diginyard to true) (display:"Effect")]] (if: $stick is false)[ There is a large stick on the ground.(click: "large stick")[ On a whim, you grab the stick and take it with you, trying not to think about how nice it would be to chew on.(set: $stick to true)]] [[Enter the house|Mike's house]] [[Return to the high street|High street]]

Mike's living room is hot in this summer weather. A large plasma television faces the comfortable couch, which is in the centre of the room, surrounded by entertainment electronics. The door to his garden is south, and the door to the kitchen is west. Mike is sitting on the couch, watching the television(if: $atebacon is false)[ and eating a bacon sandwich.(click:"bacon sandwich")[ A large, delicious, sandwich, packed with bacon and sauce.(click:"delicious")[ You eye the sandwich hungrily, and whine at Mike. He doesn't take the hint, so you tug at his shorts until he looks at you, and you eye the sandwich meaningfully. He sighs, and tosses you a piece of bacon, which you grab out of the air and wolf down. Mike then finishes off the sandwich. (display:"Effect")(set: $atebacon to true)]]] (click:"Mike's")[ Mike is a strong, jock-ish man, and has been your friend for a long time. He is shirtless, showing off his hard, strong muscles on his wide chest, and his huge hairy arms. He is only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, which are stretched on his wide frame. His bare feet are rubbing against the carpet.(click:"boxer shorts")[ Mike is wearing some attractive boxers, wrapped so tight around him that you can almost make out his junk. They look musky.(click:"musky")[(if: $sniffedcrotch is false)[ You wonder what Mike smells like is. You eye his crotch, the area where smell is most obvious, and push forward, burying your muzle in the damp cloth of his boxers, inhaling his scent. He pushes you away forcefully, and ruffles your hair. (display:"Effect")(set: $sniffedcrotch to true)](else:)[ Mike pushes you away when you move to his crotch. "Down, boy!"]]](click:"bare feet")[ Mike's wide, chunky bare feet are slightly sweaty, probably from an earlier workout.(click:"sweaty")[(if: $lickedfeet is false)[ It feels weird, but you want to lick Mike's feet, to show him you care about him. You lean down on all fours and lap at his feet with your thick tongue, and he chuckles. (display:"Effect")(set: $lickedfeet to true)](else:)[ When you move to nuzzle his feet, he pushes you away carefully. "Down, doggy."]]]] (if: $collar is false)[ A red dog collar is on the mantelpiece.(click:"dog collar")[ The red collar is designed for a large dog. It has the name "Rex" on a small brass plaque. Take it. (click: "Take it.")[ You grab the collar nervously.(set: $collar to true)]]] (if: $stick is true)[Give the stick to Mike(click:"Give the stick to Mike")[ You look at the stick in your hand, and then at Mike. You hand it to him, and he takes it, smiling. He tosses it to the side of the room, and you run, grinning like an idiot, to catch it. You lean down and chew on the stick until it snaps, only vaguely aware that your behaviour is odd. (display:"Effect")(set: $stick to null)]] Speak to Mike(click: "Speak to Mike")[ You sit down at his feet somehow not even thinking to sit on the couch like a normal person. You chat for a while about nothing in particular. He ruffles your hair and looks at you oddly. "You know, you remind me of Rex. Do you mind if I call you Rex?" (if: $dog < 90)[ You turn away, surprised, and refuse loudly. He shrugs and continues to watch the television. Secretly, a part of you wanted to agree, but your rationality won out.](else:)[ [[Call me Rex!]]]] [[Leave|Mike's garden]] [[Go to the kitchen|Mike's kitchen]] [[Use the bathroom|Mike's bathroom]]

The pub toilets, like all of its kind, is a disgusting mess. The walls and floor are stained with unmentionable liquids, and most of the cubicles are flooded. The bar itself is north. (if: $truckergone is false)[ A huge trucker is pissing in a urinal.(click:"trucker")[ The man is built like a gorilla, and is wearing huge, heavy boots, mud-stained jeans, and a lumberjack shirt. His head is shaven and scarred. "Unless you want a fuck or a fight, piss off." He rumbles, pointing towards his dick. [[Fuck the trucker]] [[Fight him]] ]] [[Leave|Pub]]

Mike's kitchen is clean and well-kept. All of the food is kept in cupboards above the sink, and a large table is covered in cookery books. The living room is east. A bowl of dog food and another full of water are under the table, next to a large dog bed.(click:"dog food")[ A red bowl, with the name Rex, full of strangely appealing meaty brown dog food.(if: $atedogfood is false)[(click:"strangely appealing")[ You crouch down and chew on the dog food cheerfully, wolfing it down until there is none left, and then you lick the plastic bowl. It was surprisingly delicious. (display:"Effect")(set: $atedogfood to true)]]](click:"full of water")[ A red bowl filled with clean water.(if: $drankwater is false)[(click:"clean water")[ You crouch down and lap at the water until your thirst is quenched. It does not seem odd to drink from a bowl on the floor. (display:"Effect")(set: $drankwater to true)]]](click:"dog bed")[ A large dog bed. It looks new. Several fluffy pillows are piled in it.A large dog bed. It looks comfortable. Several fluffy pillows are piled in it.(if: $slept is false)[(click:"looks comfortable")[ You crawl under the table and into the dog bed, curling up and making yourself comfortable on the pillows. It feels good down here; safe. You have a brief nap, and wake up a short time later. (display:"Effect")(set: $slept to true)]]] [[Leave|Mike's house]]

Mike's bathroom is clean and tidy. There are stacks of toiletries on a wicker case, and medicines in a mirrored cabinet above the toilet. The lid of the toilet is up, revealing the water at the bottom. (if: $dranktoilet is false)[(click:"water")[ You find yourself dropping to all fours and pressing your face into the toilet bowl. Part of your mind is telling you that this is a terrible idea, but you lap up the water and find yourself feeling quite pleased about it. (display:"Effect")(set: $dranktoilet to true)]] A pair of spare shoes are stacked at the side of the room.(if: $chasesquirrel is false)[(click:"spare shoes")[ You look around nervously, then lower your face to the shoes and sniff them. They're Mike's workout trainers, and they smell strongly of him. Before you know it, you're chewing and biting them eagerly, ruining the sides and creating a mess of shreds.(set: $chasesquirrel to true) (display:"Effect")]] [[Leave|Mike's house]]

She smiles. "Wicked, selfish, slovenly boy. You care only about having fun and lazing around. You will have your wish; for every animal-like action you take, or for every vice you mindlessly indulge yourself in, you will be irreversibly changed more and more into a dog. Only when you have truly seen life as an animal and the curse has taken you completely, will you have the choice to return to your human form. Help will come from none but yourself, for this curse will make those around you see you and treat you as your true self deserves! Begone!"(set: $dog to it + 5) There is a flash, and you find yourself back outside, in the park. You feel a little odd. You are pretty scruffy in the best of circumstances, but now you don't see any real problem with using a tree as a toilet, eating nasty food, or any other amount of rude behaviour. [[Shake it off|The park]]

(if: $gamestart is 1)[ Inventory (click: "Inventory")[ (if: $shirt is true)[You are wearing a t-shirt.(click: "a t-shirt")[ A wrinkled, stained t-shirt, stained with sweat and crumpled from your rough night. Remove shirt.(click: "Remove shirt")[ (if: $dog < 50)[ It would be weird to strip in public. ](else:)[ You pull your t-shirt over your head and, on a sudden whim, throw is aside.(set: $shirt to false) (if: $shirt is false and $jeans is false)[ You feel so much more comfortable naked. It's like this is natural for you; the idea of wearing clothes feels so...wrong. You throw away your clothing in a fit of passion, but quickly wish you hadn't. This is wrong!(display:"Effect")]]]]] (if: $jeans is true)[ You are wearing a pair of tattered jeans.(click: "tattered jeans")[ Worn, wrinkled jeans, smelling of smoke, and with the knees worn out. Remove jeans.(click: "Remove jeans")[ (if: $dog < 50)[ It would be weird to strip in public. ](else:)[ You wriggle out of your jeans, no underwear beneath. Somehow you can't control yourself and you throw them aside, not caring about your cock flopping in the air. (set: $jeans to false) (if: $shirt is false and $jeans is false)[ You feel so much more comfortable naked. It's like this is natural for you; the idea of wearing clothes feels so...wrong. You throw away your clothing in a fit of passion, but quickly wish you hadn't. This is wrong!(display:"Effect")]]]]] (if: $socks is true)[ You are wearing a pair of dirty socks.(click: "dirty socks")[ Black socks, hot and damp with sweat, having been worn for several days. They smell pretty bad. Remove socks.(click: "Remove socks")[ It would be weird to strip in public.]]] (if: $shoes is true)[ You are wearing a pair of scuffed trainers.(click: "trainers")[ Trainers with large black marks on the front, and dirt covering the soles. They stink like an old gym locker. Remove shoes.(click: "Remove shoes")[ It would be weird to strip in public.]]] (if: $stick is true)[ You are carrying a stick.(click: "stick")[ A large wooden stick. You notice the middle has bite marks on it; Mark's dog must bring this to him when they play fetch.]] (if: $collar is true)[ You are carrying a red collar.(click: "red collar")[ The red collar is designed for a large dog. It has the name "Rex" on a small brass plaque.(if: $wearingcollar is true)[Remove collar.(click: "Remove collar")[Not with paws you don't.]] It feels good and natural to be wearing a collar. You are slightly weirded out that a part of you feels happy about showing that you belong to Mike.(display:"Effect")]]] Status (click: "Status")[ (if: $dog is 0)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with messy black hair and a decent body.](else-if: $dog is 5)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with messy black hair and a decent body, with a manly covering of chest and arm hair.](else-if: $dog is 10)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy.](else-if: $dog is 15)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy. Your finger and toe-nails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog.](else-if: $dog is 20)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy, which goes along well with your short black beard, which frames a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth. Your finger and toe-nails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog.](else-if: $dog is 25)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy, which goes along well with your short black beard, which frames a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth. Your finger and toe-nails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog.](else-if: $dog is 30)[You are a scruff. You smell bad and you don't shave, and you always have a cocky grin on your face. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy, which goes along well with your short black beard, which frames a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth. Your finger and toe-nails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog, and your ears are pointy and hairy, as well as further up on your head - more like dog ears than human.](else-if: $dog is 35)[It's time to face it. You are slowly turning into a dog. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy, which goes along well with your short black beard, which frames a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth. Your fingernails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog, and intead of feet you have what clearly resemble large dog hindpaws.](else-if: $dog is 40)[It's time to face it. You are slowly turning into a dog. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy, which goes along well with your short black beard, which frames a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth, below a black, wet dog's nose. Your fingernails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog, and intead of feet you have what clearly resemble large dog hindpaws.](else-if: $dog is 45)[It's time to face it. You are slowly turning into a dog. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with a carpet of furry chest hair and a dark covering of arm and leg hair that many men would envy, which goes along well with your short black beard, which frames a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth, below a black ,wet dog's nose. Your fingernails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog, and intead of feet you have what clearly resemble large dog hindpaws, an aspect which matches well with your long, thin, furry dog tail.](else-if: $dog is 50)[It's time to face it. You are slowly turning into a dog. You are quite tall, with a decent body, albeit one covered with an incredible amount of dark, thick hair, moreso than any normal person could have, over every part of your skin. You have a mouth of sharp, beastlike teeth, below a black ,wet dog's nose. Your fingernails are dark and sharp, resembling the claws of a dog, and intead of feet you have what clearly resemble large dog hindpaws, an aspect which matches well with your long, thin, furry dog tail.](else-if: $dog is 55)[You are scruffy and smelly, a weird mash of half-human, half-dog. You are covered in short black and brown fur, with pointy dog ears, thick, padded dog paws for feet, and a long , furry wagging tail. You still have a human bipedal body, but for how long?](else-if: $dog is 60)[You are scruffy and smelly, a weird mash of half-human, half-dog. You are some sort of rottweiler-man, with a sharp, pointy snout with a wet black nose and pointy ears, and many sharp yellow teeth. Your muscular, furry body has a thin, furry tail, a pointy, red, sheathed dog's dick, and you have padded paws for feet on which you stand uncomfortably.](else-if: $dog is 65)[You are scruffy and smelly, and clearly more dog than man. Remembling some mutant rottweiller, you have a pointy, sharp dog's head with many sharp yellow teeth, pointy black ears, and a cold, wet nose. Your hard muscles are visible under a dark coat of short black and brown fur, and you have thick, clawed paws instead of hands or feet, and a pointy black tail, near which is a sensitive sheathed dog's dick.] (else-if: $dog is 70)[You are scruffy and smelly, and clearly almost completely a dog. Remembling some mutant rottweiller standing on his hind legs, you have a pointy, sharp dog's head with many sharp yellow teeth, pointy black ears, and a cold, wet nose. Your hard muscles are visible under a dark coat of short black and brown fur, and you have thick, clawed paws instead of hands or feet, and a pointy black tail, near which is a sensitive sheathed dog's dick.](else-if: $dog is 80)[You are scruffy and smelly, and clearly almost completely a dog. Remembling some mutant rottweiller standing on his hind legs, you have a pointy, sharp dog's head with many sharp yellow teeth, pointy black ears, and a cold, wet nose. Your hard muscles are visible under a dark coat of short black and brown fur, and you have thick, clawed paws instead of hands or feet, and a pointy black tail, near which is a sensitive sheathed dog's dick.](else-if: $dog is 90)[You are a rottweiller, and a smelly one, a large, black-furred, powerful dog, with a pointy head, pointy ears, pointy teeth, and a cold wet nose. You have large, clawed paws, a thin black tail, and a sensitive red dick. Only your human mind distinguishes you from a common animal.](else-if: $dog > 90)[You are Rex, a normal rottweiller, and a smelly one, a large, black-furred, powerful dog, with a pointy head, pointy ears, pointy teeth, and a cold wet nose. You have large, clawed paws, a thin black tail, and a sensitive red dick. You are friendly and playful, and a good dog.] (if: $dog > 40)[ You have a long, fluffy tail wagging behind you.(if: $chasetail is false)[(click: "fluffy tail")[ Your eye is caught by your tail. Moving, wagging. Mocking you! You lunge for it, but it moves away too quickly. You spin around several times before you realise you're chasing your tail like a puppy.(set: $chasetail to true) (display:"Effect")]]] Your cock is stiff and horny.(click: "Your cock")[(if: $dog < 55)[ Your trusty tool, a thick, meaty shaft of pleasure.(click: "shaft of pleasure")[ You grab hold of your dick, already semi-erect, and begin stroking it, massaging it until it becomes huge and hard. You stroke it faster, up and down, beating it, until, with a burst of sudden, blinding pleasure, you shoot a hot stream of cum in front of you. (if: $jizzed is false)[(display:"Effect")(set: $jizzed to true)]]](if: $dog > 55)[ You have a pointy red dog's dick in a furry sheath. It smells musky and appealing.(click: "musky and appealing")[ You lie down and curl around, licking at your balls. You lick and slobber at your balls and dick, causing it to become hard and erect, and then you massage it with your long red tongue, shivering with pleasure, until you spatter thick globs of yellow dog cum onto your muzzle. You feel happy, like this is normal behaviour. (if: $dogjizz is false)[(display:"Effect")(set: $dogjizz to true)]]]]]]

(if: $dog is 0)[ You feel a little odd. You are pretty scruffy in the best of circumstances, but now you don't see any real problem with using a tree as a toilet, eating nasty food, or any other amount of rude behaviour.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 5)[ You suddenly feel a hot tingling all over your body. Your skin itches terribly, and you scratch your belly, where you can feel...hair? You raise your shirt to see more body hair than you are sure you used to have. That's so strange.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 5)[ You grunt as the weird tingling sensation arrives again, and begin scratching furiously at your belly and legs. You raise your jeans and see an incredible amount of hair; definitely more than normal! Lifting your shirt, you are shocked to find the hairy chest of an italian pornstar. You get a cold shudder as you think of the witch's curse.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 10)[ Your feet are starting to hurt inside your shoes. You pull one off, and find that your toenails seem very different; they are black, pointy and sharp. You look at your hands to see your fingernails have undergone the same transformation.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 15)[ Your face is hurting terribly, especially your mouth. You look in the shiny surface of your watch to see that your teeth seem to have grown, becoming pointy and fang-like. Never one to shave, you now have the making of a full beard covering your face. This is impossible!(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 20)[ You feel a weird foggy sensation in your mind. Long-held social mores no longer seem so important; you wonder what dog food tastes like, and what it's like to sniff crotches and lick people's feet. You do not notice when you begin you pant, your long red tongue sliding instinctively in and out of your mouth.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 25)[ Your ears are starting to hurt terribly. You pull on them and rub them, and feel them moving in your hands! They pull up slightly, and become pointy and hairy. Something is definitely happening to you!(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 30)[ Your shoes hurt terribly; you can hardly bear to keep them on. You hop from one foot to the other in extreme pain, before finally pulling them off. The problem is immediately clear, even before you peel off your sweaty socks; your toes have fused together into three stubby digits, with small claws on the ends, and your feet are so hairy it could almost be called...fur. As you watch, your feet spread and splay, changing shape on the ground, and you feel your soles becoming hard and tough. You have paws!(set: $shoes to false)(set: $socks to false)(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 35)[ Your face is hurting again; you feel rather like you have a cold. Your nose is running, and you wipe it with the back of your hand - but there's no snot. You touch your nose carefully, and find it is just cold and wet. Looking at it in your watch reveals that it has turned into the black nose of a dog.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 40)[ You yelp at a sudden terrible pain in your behind. You pull down your pants as they suddenly become terribly uncomfortable, and you reach around behind you to feel something warm and hairy. You pull it to the front, and look in despair at your very own dog tail. You are turning into a dog! You don't want this!(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 45)[ Your skin is itching more than ever; wearing clothes is becoming incredibly hot and uncomfortable. Almost too afraid to do so, you gently raise your shirt to see, to your horror, a forest of dark black hair, almost totally covering your chest. Your arms quickly grow the same dark hair, and your feel your legs and back follow suit. You must be becoming one of the world's hairiest men. You are fighting to resist the temptations in your head, but you can hardly bear to wear clothes anymore with all this hair.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 50)[ You rub your hands all over your body as your skin suddenly stops its terrible itching. You sigh and pant in pleasure as you feel a comfortable tingling spread over your body. Opening your eyes, you see why; you are now covered, every inch of you, with a coat of short black and brown fur. You whine in terror and surprise. You feel you need someone to look after you, someone to play with you and make everything all right again.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 55)[ You feel a tingly, odd sensation in your face, like you need to sneeze. It grows and grows, and you scrunch your face in pain, until, with a great explosion of air, you sneeze, and feel your mouth rush forward, becoming a pointy dog's muzzle.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 60)[ Now you are starting to feel weird in your most private parts. You look down at your dick to see it covered in a thick furry sheath, attached to your chest. You pant as you become aroused, and a pointy, red dog's dick pushes its way out of your sheath. You notice you feel a lot more flexible, and the smell of your animal musk is very appealing.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 65)[ Your hands are starting to feel stiff and unwieldy. You can't move your fingers, and you watch in dismay as your thumb atrophies, becoming stubby and useless as it migrates further away from your hand, your fingers fusing together into a padded dog's paw, useless for human activities.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 70)[ This constant changing is horrible and terrifying but, deep in the back of your mind, you can feel a part of you that wants this, that wants to be a dog, stupid and happy and looked after. And it is growing. No! You think, and try to shout your defiance, but all that comes out is a deep bark and growl. You can no longer speak.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 75)[ Everything is starting to overwhelm you. You are having trouble thinking complex thoughts, or remembering old events. You can only watch as the world around you fades, becoming a monochrome grey. You are losing everything that makes you human. You desperately feel the need to be owned, to have a master to name you.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 80)[ You can smell something odd from somewhere. You sniff, and smell it again. Looking around, you find that the smell is coming from all around you, and you can pick out new smells, in incredible detail, a whole world of new sensations. You feel happier; as you are losing your humanity, you are gaining new canine abilities that you never imagined.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 85)[ You notice that everything around you seems a little bigger than usual. And as you watch, it seems to be growing. Then you look down and find that no, you are shrinking! You shrink down, down, until you are no taller than a ten-year old. With a terrible cramp, you feel your legs reshape, becoming the hind legs of a dog. You look almost like just a normal dog standing up right now.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 90)[ You cannot balance on your hind legs any longer; you fall to the ground, finally crawling on all fours like a dog. As you feel your body reshaping, changing in many tiny ways, you realise you'll never walk on two legs again. You are completely in the body of a dog.(set: $dog to it + 5)](else-if: $dog is 95)[(set: $dog to it + 5)]

The park is bright and cheerful early in the morning. You can hear the wind blowing in the trees and the sound of the lake water lapping gently against the shore. A stony road leads west, to the street. To the south, a strange, colourful tent stands steadfast in the breeze. You are lying on a bench, your clothes a scruffy mess. [[Enter the strange tent|Fortune teller's tent]]

(set: $gamestart to 2)You turn away, surprised, and hesitate. You want this. You really do. You nod your head, and Mike smiles, stroking your fur. You look up at Mike, and feel happy about being his dog. It's only temporary, after all. Over the next few days, you act out a life as Mark's pet, sleeping under the table, eating dog food, and going for walkies. No one comments on you, as you look so much like a dog now. But after three days, when you were just starting to feel at home with Mike, he leaves you at home for hours. You pace about wondering what happened, until he comes back with a huge alsation on a chain. It's the real Rex! He looks down at you sadly. "Sorry, bud, but Rex is back from my family in Spain. I can't afford two dogs - you'll have to go to the pound." You panic; you can't go to the pound! You're human! But Mike just clips a leash onto your collar and pulls you to the car, despire your howls of protest. Soon you are standing on the cold tiles of the pound, and are ushered into a cold cell, all alone. How on earth did this happen? Your life has gone completely to pot ever since the witch cursed you. You might be stuck in here for the rest of your life. [[The pound]]

You are in a miserable cell at the pound. The cold cell walls are uninviting. A small hole to the east leads to a communal area for the dogs. (if: $wentwalkies is true)[ They have brought a guest up against your cage. The guest is a large, muscular man in his thirties. He is strong and hairy, and wearing a baseball cap, jeans and a shirt. The worker points to you. "Now, this is a nice one. Rex, his name is. Owner couldn't afford him. He's incredibly friendly, and seems pretty smart." The big guest kneels down and reaches out to you. "Well, I'm Jack. You wanna be my dog, Rex?" [[Accept]] [[Refuse]]] [[Communal Area]]

You are in a small grassy area surrounded by high fences. A hole to the west leads to your cell. (if: $dogencounter is false)[ A large pit bull is eyeing you hungrily. (click: "large pit bull")[ The pit bull is built like a tank. His scowling face houses huge, scary teeth; he looks like he could kill you. He also looks oddly familiar.(click: "oddly familiar")[ You bark a greeting at the pit bull, who growls back. You understand him! "Friendly, for a rottie. You must be new." he rumbles. Then he opens his rough muzzle in surprise. "Hey, I recognize you, kid! It's me, the trucker from the bar! I flipped off some witchy bitch and she cursed me to live as a dog for the rest of my days. I see she got you, too. Well, come over here. I'm the top dog in this place and you're gonna be my bitch. Got it?" [[Submit to doggystyle]] [[Fuck that!]] ]]] (if: $wentwalkies is false)[ You notice one of the human workers standing near the fence. (click: "human workers")[ You jump up against the fence and wag your tail. The worker notices and reaches in to rub your head. It calms your stress far more than you ever thought it would. He then opens the gate and clips a leash onto your collar. You are led around the kennels, surprised how much fun you are having just to follow a human. You stop and sniff at several of the dog cages, and wag your tail at every human. Soon you are being stroked and petted by several members of staff, and you find that you are incredibly happy. Eventually, however, you are returned to the enclosed garden. Several day pass like this. Eating, being lonely, enjoying the brief time you can have with the humans. Trying to stop thinking of them as "humans" and the dogs as "other dogs". You are sitting in the garden one day when you hear a whistle blown somewhere in the pound. You look to your cell and see people walking up and down, looking at the dogs. A man is brought up to your cell, and your ears perk up with interest.(set: $wentwalkies to true)]] [[Return to your cell|The pound]]

No! You will not be owned! You are human! You turn away from Jack, fighting your every instinct, and walk to the end of the cage. His hairy face falls and he says goodbye to you as he walks away. Your tail droops. You never become human again, and end your days in the pound, refusing all owners who want to adopt you, as much as it hurts to do so.

You could almost jump for joy. When the cage is opened, you leap onto Jack and lick his hairy face as he laughs. He leads you to his car, and you drive to your new home. Master Jack's house is wonderful. He lives out in the country, so you have loads of room to run and play. He feeds you the best dog food, plays with you regularly, and his big sweaty hairy body actually smells nice with a dog's nose. In fact, the longer you play with him, the more natural it feels to think of him as Master and yourself as a dog. The new world of smells and canine instincts is overwhelming, but not entirely unwanted. You are revelling in your new doggy thoughts, but part of you is still trying furiously to stay human where it matters. Sometimes you try desperately to remember your past, as hard as you can. Whenever you do, a thought drifts in, of being surrounded by puppies, suckling at a mother dog. Is that right? What is your name? It was...it was...what your master gave you. Rex, you are Rex, and you are a good dog. Over the months of being loved, those human thoughts come less and less...and then you stop having them completely. One day, Master says he's got to go pick up some supplies to fix the patio. You don't actually understand what he's saying, so when he goes away, locking the door behind him, you panic. You've been abandoned. Sitting at home, waiting for him is hell; you are so lonely. It seems like the day drags on forever, until you hear a sound outside. You bound up to the door, but when it opens silently, it's not Master, but a strange old woman that you almost feel like you've seen before. In another life. She walks to the table and sits down, then pats her leg. You walk over, somehow afraid. Her voice, when she speaks, is icy cold. "You are not a dog, Rex." Suddenly, your memories come flashing back. Your real name, the curse the witch! You stare at yourself in horror, then at her. She looks into your eyes and nods. "Now you have seen life as a dog. I hope you will be a better person for your experiences, though I doubt it. You have been a good dog, so I give you this choice now; do you wish to become a human once more?" [[Dog forever]] [[Human again]]

You look at her, and shake your head. She smiles a little, and pets you. "Very well. The choice was yours. Enjoy your life, Rex. I forsee it will be a happy one." Once she leaves, you forget she was ever there. When Master returns you almost knock him over with eagerness to see him, and you slobber all over his face with your big wet tongue. You live the rest of your life as a pet, an animal; belonging to Jack and loving him with all your heart. Years later, you meet a nice bitch have a litter of puppies, being a proud father to six cuddly little dogs, who Master also adopts. You are happier than you ever could have been as a human.

The old woman nods. She waves one hand, and you feel your fur recede, your hands grow from paws, and your face flatten into that of a human. You stand up with an uncomfortable crack, in your old body, as your clothes materialise around you. With a flash, you find yourself standing in your own house, as if nothing had happened. You get on with life, gradually forgetting your ordeal, until one day, you see a tall, burly man walking down the road. You perk up, and turn around, to see that he is walking with a large dog. Jack found a new dog. Good for him. You turn away, fighting the weird feeling of jealousy within you, almost, sort of...wondering what it would have been like...

You kneel down in front of the trucker, and he grins. He finishes pissing, and pushes his thick, smelly cock in your face. You open your mouth and begin sucking on it, as he holds your head with one huge, hairy hand. He pulls you close as he grunts in pleasure, shooting a stream of hot, sticky cum into your mouth. He then zips up and leaves, patting your head as he does so. (display:"Effect")(set: $truckergone to true) [[Men's room]]

"I'll teach you to interrupt a man when he's pissing." Suddenly, the trucker swings at you, but you dodge his huge, slow-moving hand without too much trouble, and leap on him, biting and clawing until he is forced to get up and flee. (display:"Effect")(set: $truckergone to true) [[Men's room]]

Almost in tears, you lie down in front of the bigger dog. He laughs, a nasty grunt, and turns around, raising one leg to spray a hot stream of piss onto you. Then he goes around behind you. "Ass up, kid. I'm breaking you in." Wincing, you raise your butt in the air, and feel the heavy dog crawl on top of you. His claws are raking at your back and you can feel his stinking breath on your head. You yelp as you feel his thick, hard dick slam into your ass, and he pumps at you, thrusting into your ass until you feel his hot cum fill your insides. You try to pull away, but you find that you can't. "I see you haven't been a dog for long. We're stuck together till I soften up, kid, so you better man the fuck up and take it." he says, almost laughing. You lie there, the pit bull rubbing at you, for what seems like forever, until he slides out and trots away.(set: $dogencounter to true) [[Communal Area]]

You growl. You're a rottweiller damnit, you aren't gonna take this! You leap on the pit bull, clawing and rolling around with him, until you clamp your powerful jaws around his throat. He is terrified. You growl loudly as he pisses himself, the wetness flooding over his belly. Somehow you understand that he has accepted you as superior, and you let go, allowing him to flee the area.(set: $dogencounter to true) [[Communal Area]]

Dog Days by Blueballs Dog days is an 18+ transformation CYOA story containing male-male sexual content and transformation. By proceeding you agree you are of a legal age and consent to view such content. [[Begin|A dream...]]