You go to bed nude and fall into a deep sleep. During the night you have strange dreams. Your dreams drift from human activities to chasing rabbits in an open field. Normally you would dream about your boyfriend, but images of him are replaced with big muscular dogs.
The next morning, you wake up early, your sleep uncomfortable. You are lying on your back, and it feels like there was something in the bed right under your lower back. You roll over and feel the mattress, but it is perfectly smooth. You slide yourself on to your back again, and fell the same pressure. This time you glide your hand directly up from your ass to your back to feel what could be under you. Again, you fell nothing but soft sheets—but as you sweep up, the back of your hand fells a small nub just above your butt. It also seems like there is a fine coat of hair on your back.
You jump up from the bed in panic and look at your naked body in the mirror. You almost break down in tears as you look at yourself. Your face looks almost normal, but there is a slight elongation to the shape of your skull, your ears are almost imperceptibly pointy at the tops, and your nose was just slightly longer than normal-- and worse, there was a small dark spot, slightly wet, at the tip.
As you gasp in despair you can see your teeth. Your canines had become more, well, canine. They are noticeably elongated.
But the real problem is your body. Your feet and lower legs have thinned noticeably, your toenails are black, and fine golden hair is growing thickly from your ankles, thinning as it comes up your legs and up your back to your shoulders, which are also flatter and more narrow. Your hands, too, have become slightly misshapen, your fingernails thick and black, thin hair growing on the backs. Your chest is flatter than normal, and six little spots—almost like large blisters or boils, but painless— have sprouted in two rows down your torso. You recognize these spots from all the times you have rubbed Misty's belly--they are the beginnings of canine teats.
You sit down and cry for a while as you look at your deformed body.
"What's happening to me?" you cry.
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