This choice: Wake up after master leaves... feeling strange • Go Back...Chapter #5Wake up after master leaves... feeling strange by: the songbird   Blinking sleep from your eyes, your jaw dropping in a wide doggy yawn, you push up from the bed, feeling the springs groan a bit as you hope down onto the floor. Idly you notice that Mary is gone.
It wasn't that odd, but she usually would wake you at least with a goodbye pat. Finishing your stretched you pad downstairs nub of a tail wagging as you rounded into the living room before a strange feeling began to creep down your thick canine back. On the living room carpet you feel the first hot rush, as it thrusts itself into being, your paws clenching before pushing out, fur expanding as muscle below it swelled.
A groaning surge plowing from tail to muzzle as you let out a panting bark, that soon becomes a hot whimper as you fall with a heavy thud to the floor. The carpet shrinking as your magnificent body grew bigger, your hips sliding back as your nose pushed out, your tongue now hanging out in a naked pant as you felt every pop and swell of your growth.
Best of all the feeling, it was like nothing you'd ever felt, so hot, your felt your blood was on fire, as you felt a fresh push. Panting you turned to see as well as feel your fat brown balls dropping lower, the balls inside filling with fresh potent seed as they grew and grew soon passing the size of the balls Mary would throw for you. And not only that, below your pointed doggy cock was already out of its growing sheath.
The fat red spear swelling faster that the furry container as it grew stiff, soon pushing past a foot and still growing as your body inch's up and up, your hips already thrusting as you bent back letting out a howl as the first thick rope splattered over the carpet, with a loud splat, as like that the fire in your body at last quieted.
Panting you lifted your head to see yourself now filling near a third of the room. A giant of a doberman, easily the size of a stallion, and as you rose to your paws, showing yourself better equipped than most with your shaft swaying below still dripping the first release, even as you bent to lap at your not so little friend.
Looking around you felt a small crunch under your paw, looking to see an end-table broken below your paw, as your thoughts turned to what this all could mean.
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