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It was a chill November night; frost had begun to gather on car windows, and was forming a sparkling iridescent sheen over trees and bushes. Everything seemed quiet, quaint and peaceful, but inside one small house on this softly lit street, there was an argument raging.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner that you didn't want kids with me Mark!" Shouted Angela, who was a beautiful woman of 27, who had long blonde hair and a warm, kind face; although her features were now contorted in sadness and anger. She was standing across from her husband, Mark, who was a tall, handsome man, with dark hair and a strong jaw, who was looking guilty and slightly ashamed.

"I.. I just didn't think about it when we first got together babe.. and now, that it's more serious.. I'm just not sure.." He was stammering, understanding the effect these words would have on his beloved wife, but he had taken the plunge and decided to be honest with her, even though he knew it would pain her.

"I don't understand.." Angela murmured, looking down.. "Do you not love me enough? Do you not think I'd be a good Mother?"

Mark's heart broke slightly. He looked warmly at his wife's rosy cheeks, her kind eyes, so full of love, her heavy breasts, so full and motherly, and her wide hips. He had no doubts of his love for her, or the fact she would be a wonderful Mother.

"Angela... Darling.. I think you'd be the perfect Mother, and I love you so, so dearly. Its just.. I don't know if I want kids yet - I don't know if I'm ready!" He stammered out, dreading the results of his words, but at the same time, he felt a oppressive weight being lifted from his shoulders as he spoke the truth aloud.

He walked around the kitchen bunker and tried to take his wife in his arms, but she shied away from him and didn't meet his eye - "I don't know Mark, I just need some time to process this.."

"Ok babe," he said, trying to keep his voice soft and caring, "Dave actually asked if I can cover his delivery route tonight, so that he can go to his Son's little league game - so I'll be out doing that. It should only be a small job, one delivery, so I should be back in a little while ok? I love you so much."

Angela sighed, and put on a brave face despite the turmoil she was feeling inside. "Sure thing babe," she said, "Remember to drive safe.. I'll.. I'll see you soon."

Mark left, pulling his heavy work coat over his tight uniform - he always hated the fact he had to wear close fitting shorts, even on nights when it was starting to frost. As he bundled into his delivery van, checking that the parcel - some sort of dog gate - was there, he was feeling confused. He started up his van, and began to drive to the location, and wondered: 'Is it alright that I don't want kids? A lot of my friends have grown up and had children by now - is there something maybe wrong with me?' He took a turn and kept thinking. 'Sometimes I wonder if my aversion is because I am afraid of settling down - I remember my mates used to say I was a bit of a dog with sex in my younger years, fucking anything that moves. But I do really love Angela - I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend my life with..."

The Sat Nav beeped and he realised he was on the street he would be delivering to. He noticed one house had all manner of lights on, a few banners and balloons on the doorframe, and there was the dulled sound of loud music. Must be the place he thought - bit weird delivering some sort of dog furniture to what looks like a party though, he thought, perhaps some sort of joke gift?

As he pulled in, easing his van into a assured parking spot, he thought: well, for whatever reason I'm anxious about having kids, at the end of the day, that is my decision isn't it! I can't change how I feel; maybe in a few years or months I'll come round to the idea. But I can't force myself. There's nothing wrong with me...

As he gruffly got out of his van, and began reaching for the door to grab the parcel, he heard murmured voices drifting out of an open window. Not usually one to eavesdrop, he couldn't help tuning into what they were saying as he hefted the parcel out of the van.

"I'm hoping this dog fence will be enough - it cost enough! Maybe if it works, my fiancé won't be so dead set on getting the dog neutered." The voice was slightly cautious, but soft and gentle. Mark felt for this mysterious woman's plight, and began to understand why he was delivering this damn giant dog fence. Must be some huge dog, he thought.

"Well, he better change his mind quick - isn't the operation scheduled for tomorrow?" This voice was more confident and, Mark shyly admitted, quite sultry. It was the voice of someone who knew what they wanted, and weren't afraid to get it. "I mean, doesn't he literally hump everything in sight?"

Mark chuckled to himself. Sounded like this dog had something in common with his younger self! The humour allowed him to a feel a bit more relaxed about the prospect of returning home soon and continuing the conversation with his wife. He strode up to the door.

"Hey did you hear a car? It must be the stripper!"

"Shush! What if it isn't?"

"But he's already so late!"

Mark chuckled to himself, must be some sort of bachelorette party. He better hurry up with his delivery and get away before that male stripper arrived - not that he had anything against gay guys, but he would much rather be at home with his wife than looking at some hunks butt! He made a fist and knocked loudly on the door.

The door swung upon to reveal an effeminate man, tall and thin, who had tousled wavy brown hair and a well trimmed beard. He was standing slightly tilted and as Mark looked him up and down he thought to himself: 'Wow, this guy is really, really gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Maybe he ordered the stripper?'

The man smiled and said, "Oh, you must be the delivery man! Although," he said, as he turned and opened the door wider to let everyone see, "I wouldn't personally mind if he was tonight's entertainment..." The assorted women giggled, and Mark blushed as he looked around - he wasn't offended per say, but he felt a bit uncomfortable, as he really didn't swing that way.

As he looked around, he saw there was a large group of women all sitting and standing, with drinks in their hands and dressed up to the nines. They were all wearing low cut dresses, cleavage on show, and had their hair and make up done as if for a party. As Mark took in the sight, thinking to himself, Christ, this is why I might not be ready for kids - I really like the look of this party! - one woman came up to him and smiled.

"Is that the delivery for Rebecca? She's just on the phone, you can set it down by the chair there." Mark recognised, with another blush, that this was the 'sultry' voice he had heard through the window - and he was ashamedly pleased to note that the voice perfectly matched the woman. She had long, reddish black curled hair, which framed her pale face - her dark eyes were framed by thick eyeliner, and her full lips were covered in a blood red lipstick. Better still, she was wearing a velvet black dress, which had a plunging neckline that revealed her full and heavy tits, which were nestled around the number of weird necklaces and talismans she was wearing around her snow white neck. Mark thought to himself, oh she must be some kind of hippie? And then thought, fuck, she is gorgeous - but there's no harm in just looking, appreciating the natural beauty! And then he thought, fuck, am I just standing still and staring at her, I better move!

"Sure," he gushed, and, with red cheeks, placed the parcel down where she had mentioned. He wondered if she had noticed his gaze lingering on her full lips, her gorgeous cleavage, and as he turned around she gave him a knowing glance and smiled. He felt a tingle of excitement course down his body.

The woman named Rebecca had got off the phone and was storming over to the hippie looking woman, agitated and clearly annoyed. She was wearing a tight blue dress, which hugged her in all the right places, Mark noticed. Her breasts weren't as full or as heavy as the first woman's, but they were pert, round and soft, and Mark could tell from her tight dress that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had wide, honest blue eyes and full lips, which were covered in sparkling lip gloss. Mark thought to himself, somewhat humorously, he's a lucky fella whoever is marrying her!

"Amelia!" Rebecca cried, "the stripper has fucking cancelled! What are we going to do!" She looked completely lost - she must be the bride to be, and the homeowner, Mark thought.

Amelia took Rebecca to one side, and began talking in hushed tones and looking often over at Mark. He blushed again, what, did they think he would strip? As much as he had to admit the thought aroused him, that was crossing a bit of a line. A bit of flirtation, appreciating these women's looks, was fine, but he couldn't go home to Angela after something like that. He said he'd be home soon anyhow.. best to make my escape.. he thought.

Mark began to edge towards the doorway, when Amelia broke off from her heated conversation with Rebecca and almost leapt at Mark. She grabbed his arm and he felt a flash of heat through his whole body - her strong pale hand on his forearm was icy cold! She looked into his eyes and said "Excuse me! Could you wait a second.. there's something else I think you could help out with.."

Mark stammered, unsure what to say. Amelia seemed tipsy, if not fully drunk - was she going to ask him to strip? As much as Mark was realising he fancied her, he also knew that would definitely be crossing a line. He made up his mind to turn and walk out of the door, but Amelia's large dark eyes, fixed on him, stopped him. Her full red lips were slightly parted, and Mark found he couldn't resist her gaze, and as his eyes moved from her lips, down to her chest, he realised how she was standing allowed him a perfect view of her heaving bust almost spilling out of her black dress. He felt rooted to the spot. Was she casting some sort of spell on him? He shook his head to dispel such nonsense - but, he thought, there's no harm in seeing what they want right?

"Umm.. What do you need help with?" Mark said shyly.

Amelia's face broke into a big smile as she stood up straight, and Mark, dumbstruck, briefly thought he would do anything to see that look on her face.

"Well.. you see.. our stripper for the night has cancelled. It's Rebecca's big night and she is, understandably, pretty mortified. Is there any chance you could help us out? We were wondering if you could.. perhaps.. produce a Son with Rebecca's dog for our entertainment?" As she said this, Amelia moved one dark lock away from her deep eyes, and fixed Mark with a longing stare, which she knew would have the effect she desired. For good measure, she pouted her full lips and made sure Mark would be able to see down her top again. She might have had spells at her disposal, but she had always found that, where men were concerned, her natural beauty and heavy tits always worked better than any enchantment.

Mark was stunned. What could she possibly mean? He thought. Produce a Son with.. a dog? Did they mean what he thought they meant? Surely not, he thought, shaking his head to dispel such thoughts. Everyone here seems pretty drunk - it must be some slang that I am unaware of, some sort of lewd joke they are making. I don't really know what I am getting myself in for, but I don't think there's any harm in just playing along for a little while longer and seeing what happens. Admittedly, I know I am only playing along to flirt on the edge of getting to spend more time with Amelia, - just being around her is sending blood rushing all through my body! But I can just tell Angela there was heavy traffic on the way back.. I'll just see where this goes for a few more minutes...

"Uh.. sure, I might be able to help you out.." Mark murmured shyly.

"That's great!" Amelia smiled, squeezing Mark's bicep with her soft hand, and locking him again with that deep, mesmerising stare. "What did you say your name was?"

"Uhhh.. Mark," he said, almost forgetting his own name from the ice cold touch of Amelia and the heat it was generating in his body. She just smiled knowingly, and let her touch linger on him.

"So where's the lucky girl then?" Mark joked, thinking he would play along and just see what happened, only for a few more minutes of course...

"Oh, it's a boy, not a girl," Amelia said, winking at him and turning towards the living room where all of the girls were waiting, looking almost as confused as Mark - only Rebecca was smiling, seemingly in on the joke. Mark was almost going to stop and turn around - even though he didn't really think he was going to 'make a son' with any sort of dog, even the insinuation that he was going to do it with a Male dog almost made him refuse, but Amelia had taken his hand to lead him to the living room, and as he watched her begin to walk away, he caught sight of her perfect ass, silhouetted perfectly by her thin black dress - and Mark thought, well, there's no harm in playing along a little longer if I get to follow that ass, watch it jiggle as it walks, so heavy and perfect..

Amelia led Mark into the middle of the room, and Rebecca walked off into the kitchen. Mark was just surrounded by the women - too many to count on both of his hands, all of them dressed up beautifully, watching him with a mixture of excitement and confusion - did they think he was going to strip? He definitely wasn't, but he did slightly let himself enjoy the fantasy - I've heard what happens at these sorts of things, he thought, it's not just stripping, I've heard there's a lot of blowjobs too.. He looked around at the women's pretty faces, ashamedly wondering which one of them would give the best head, and not being able to decide. He shook his head - I am getting carried away, he thought, and decided he was only going to stay until the count of five and then make his exit - it was time to get back home to his wife!

Then he felt Amelia's cool touch on his bicep, and he could smell her close to him; the soft fragrance of Roses, and something deeper and more earthy, and her lips smelt sweet and dark, like cherries. "Feeling nervous?" She whispered.

He shivered, and completely forgot his idea to leave. "Um.. No, not at all! Well.. a little bit yeah.." He stammered.

"It's ok, it will only take a second.." She whispered, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze.

Then, to the womens confusion, Rebecca came out of the kitchen leading a large, yellow Golden Retriever on a leash. Mark smiled to himself, relaxing, it was probably some sort of joke. He'd always liked dogs - as a matter of fact, he thought, I've always wanted a dog! Maybe I can suggest that to Angela when I get home, that we can get a dog instead of a kid for now, a compromise! This thought calmed him, and made him feel more hopeful about going home and facing her.

Rebecca led the dog up to Mark, and handed him the leash. Whereas the dog had been straining every moment it was being led by Rebecca, as soon as Mark was holding onto it he sat obediently, and even dunked his head into Mark's hand for a pat. Mark chuckled, this wasn't so bad.

Fascinated with the dog, he didn't notice Amelia leaving his side, and all of the women took a step back, including Rebecca. If he hadn't been so fixated on the dog, perhaps he would have seen Amelia take one of her amulets in her hand, and in the other hold up a lit candle, and softly but surely utter the words..

"Homo Et Canis! Unus Faciunt Filium!"

Mark thought this was a bit strange, but couldn't resist all of the beautiful women's eyes on him; he certainly wasn't going to strip, but there was nothing wrong with being ogled by all of these gorgeous women right? He smiled and looked down - and realised the dog by his side was gone. What the heck? He thought. I thought they wanted me to do something with the dog? That is weird. Must be some sort of elaborate prank, maybe an in-joke.

Then Mark started to feel a shiver all over his body, cold and tingling, as if Amelia was touching him in every place at once. But as he looked up he saw she was still standing a few metres away from him, smiling a sinister smile that sent blood coursing right down his body. As a matter of fact, he noted with a rising sense of anxiety, it felt like all the feeling in his body, all of the heat and life force was racing to his cock. To his horror, he saw that it was beginning to rise and tent his delivery shorts - and there was no way of hiding it. All of the women began to cheer at the sight of his erect cock, and he, ashamed but still growing harder, raised his hands to try and cover it, but as he looked at his hands, he gasped in horror.

His hands were becoming see through! Disappearing! What the fuck was happening? He briefly wondered if he had been spiked with some sort of drug - but he hadn't drunk anything? He watched in terror as first his hands, and then his arms began to fade and sparkle, and all of the feeling in his body raced down to his burning cock. "What the fuck!" He said aloud, and caught Amelia's eye. She smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, and she bit one of her full, red lips. She gave him an intense look that calmed him somewhat - somehow, he thought, whatever was happening - she was in control.

He realised that he was fading, but one thing was for certain, his cock was still very, very present - as if everything he was had been sucked into it. Am I real? He thought. Am I even still here? And then he felt the heat from his cock begin to shoot outwards, zooming to where his arms and body should have been, and he realised - my body is coming back! Things are becoming normal again! He raised one arm to look at it, and then his stomach dropped again as he saw that where his tanned arm had been, now there was a furry, yellow limb, ending in a large and powerful paw. He raised his paws to his face, and felt soft fur, a snout, a wet nose! What in the name of..? He realised that something had happened with him and the dog.. he opened his mouth to scream, and to his horror, only a low howl was emitted from his throat - he felt what he knew to be Mark begin to slip away.. like he was losing consciousness...

The Anthro opened his eyes, and looked around him. He could see beautiful women all around, cheering and giggling, and just the sight of them sent fire coursing through his body, a fire he knew he couldn't control. He caught the eyes of one woman, a beautiful, dark haired seductress, and he recognised her - as if he had known her before, and thought.. Amelia? Small flashes of consciousness began to pervade his mind - driving to this house, delivering something.. but also, humping chairs and being reprimanded by Rebecca, who he could see standing stunned and excited behind Amelia. He looked down at his body, and saw a tight delivery uniform straining to hold in his huge form; it had ripped around his biceps and torso, and his soft yellow fur was peeking through. He looked again at the women around him, and realised not only was his hard cock reacting to them - a tail was wagging behind him! Part of his mind was confused, and the other noted matter of factly, of course I have a tail, I always have!

He took in his surroundings, and thought, I think I was two people? But now I am one person? He remembered some things from the dog, some things from the delivery man.. but he also felt like neither of them. He was sure of one thing.. he was filled with lust and desire, and wanted to tear off these annoying clothes, free his blushing cock and hump something..

Amelia stepped closer to him, and placed both of her icy hands on his snout. His cock immediately stood stiffer than it had before, causing gasps and giggles from the surrounding women. He looked deeply into Amelia's mesmerising eyes, her wet lips, one of which she was biting beneath her teeth, as if she could barely contain her arousal. Then, holding his face, in a soft and sultry voice, she spoke:

"You are the Son of the delivery man and Rebecca's pet dog. You are a new being, and I have created you to provide entertainment for this party. Your Dog father had a problem with humping everything in sight, and your human father wanted to have sex with many women, but was restrained by his morals. Now you, their son, will have the form necessary to please every woman here, and no pointless restraint to stop you from doing so. So be a good boy, and show us what we want to see."

As Amelia said this, she lowered one firm hand to his bulging erection, and gave it an assured squeeze. Mark let out a canine whimper, and almost fell to his knees - her hand squeezing his throbbing cock felt like the best thing he had ever felt! He wanted to leap onto her and hump her then and there, but he felt like, unlike the rest of these women, he would have to do what she said first, she was too special to just hump like anybody. And she had told him what she wanted - to entertain these women and show them his... body? Well, he thought, having slightly faded human memories of a 'stripper' and what that entailed, at least that will allow me to shed these irksome clothes.

Amelia stepped back, smiling at him, and he understood from her smile that if he played along, that would not be the last time her hands were pressed against his throbbing meat. He looked at the women and one man surrounding him in a semicircle, and saw that they were watching him intently - he could smell their arousal, a damp, wet, sweet smell. He might not know who he was, or fully understand where he had come from; but he knew one thing. He was surrounded by gorgeous women, he could smell their wetness, and he would be very happy to oblige and tear off these annoying clothes...

The women began clapping, cheering the Anthro on. With his sharpened sense of hearing, he could hear them whispering among themselves - "Isn't this a bit weird.. not the stripper I expected," - "Yeah, but look at his muscles, he's jacked!" - "You know what, I think he's hot.." And he could smell their arousal and see their tits jiggling as they clapped and cheered. He felt Amelia's forceful gaze on him, and Rebecca was smirking with delight. Feeling his cock rise at the attention, Amelia's gaze, and the prospect of being naked in front of all these gorgeous girls, he began to strip.

At first, he planned to just unbutton his shirt, which was already ripped in places from his transformation. But, seizing the first button between his powerful paws, he accidentally ripped his shirt off with full force, revealing his hairy chest, covered in soft yellow fur, and his ripped six pac abs. He was much more powerful than he thought! The women cheered at the sight, and the Anthro saw a few of them gasp and place their hands over their wet mouths, he saw Amelia bite her bottom lip and felt his cock stiffen, and he saw Rebecca instinctively put her hand between her legs, almost as if she had felt something uncontrollable in her pussy. He grinned at his new found power - not only his physical strength, but his ability to please and seduce these women.. He began to think he could get them to do anything... He had flashes of memories from his parents - humping the couch, sex with Angela, and he thought, tonight, things are going to be much more wild...

He began to gyrate his canine hips, showing off his thick package, which was now bursting the seams of his tight delivery shorts. The women began hooting, and he swore he could see a few of them, Amelia included, lick their lips whilst eyeing his bulging meat. He wanted to free it - he was tired of these constricting clothes, the animal in him wanted to be naked, free, with his cock bouncing out into the warm party air! He began to unbutton his belt, gyrating his hips in time with the clapping, and made sure to be more delicate, as he realised how strong he was.

"Take it off!" Screamed one woman.

"Let's see that doggy cock!" Hooted another, to a round of laughter.

He was only too happy to oblige them. He unbuttoned his shorts, and began slowly pulling them down. The clapping began to slow - and the cheering stopped as every woman present began to gasp. Pulling his shorts down, they could see the base of his thick Anthro meat, and it was thicker and more beautiful than anything they had ever seen. As he began to pull his shorts further down, his cock seemed endless, pleasing both the women and him - for this was his first time seeing it, and his thick, heavy balls, and a tense knot just above them, were revealed whilst the fabric still covered his cock head. The women had become silent now, stunned by the delicious looking phallus in front of them - Mark could smell that every single pussy in that room had begun to gush with arousal, and if he wasn't so interested by their gaping open mouths, and the amount of gorgeous tits on show, he wouldn't have been able to resist mounting them one by one and knotting in each of those dripping pussies.

Then, teasing them a little further, he halted his descent just as the fabric of his shorts was covering only his throbbing cock head, and waggled his hips.

"Do you ladies want to see what is under here?" He growled, surprising himself with the deepness of his own voice. There was an explosion of cries, some animalistic screams, and other women shouting "Show us that cock!" and "We want to see that doggy dick!" Mark looked over at Amelia, and saw her eyes move from his pulsing thick cock, up his ripped chest, to meet his gaze. She licked her lips and winked at him, encouraging him to let it all out.

So in one swift movement, he ripped his shorts clean off, and his huge, erect cock sprung up and slapped wetly against his abs, and for a moment every woman in the room was silent, stunned by the biggest, most beautiful meat they had ever seen. Some of them were single, some had boyfriends - Rebecca even had a fiancé, but instinct took over and all of them were transfixed by this perfect canine cock, which sent their hearts beating and their pussies pulsing with pleasure. Then, as if a spell had been broken, they all cheered, stomping their feet and clapping, cheering Mark on as he continued to wave his hips around, letting his cock wag this way and that. It felt so good to be free of those pesky clothes, and it felt even better to have all of these beautiful women ogling him, sending his cock to even new heights of hardness. He could barely resist the urge to bound across the room and tear the dresses off of them, forcing his cock deep into their wet pussies, but as he was thinking about it, they began to close ranks around him, encircling him, and he could see them licking their lips, some of them clutching their tits and fondling their nipples in ecstasy.

He could feel the heat of that many bodies surrounding him, only a few feet away from his throbbing cock. He lolled his head from side to side, his tail wagging - he couldn't stop staring at Amelia, and every time he did, taking in her heavy, milky tits, her soft red lips, her dark eyes, his cock jumped, much to her amusement. But the closer the women got to him, the more he realised every one of them was utterly gorgeous - there where women of all shape and size, colour and temperament, and all of them were dressed like a display of all his favourite things - lips sparkling with gloss, dresses cut to reveal their smooth, silky breasts, cut just below their pussies to reveal their smooth thighs and be pulled tight around round asses of all shape and size. Mark was too enamoured to move, and then, one brave woman piped up amongst the shouting, and spoke:

"So, who's going to suck that gorgeous doggy dick first?"