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Paige checked out about a dozen books she thought may help and brought them back to her apartment. I wrote down the curse as well as I could remember it. I also tried to recreate the diagram and words that I had copied from the book. We both read and searched the internet until the early morning hours without success and eventually I fell asleep.

I discovered that I couldn’t stand or sit on the toilet to urinate. My sheath prevented me from pointing my penis down. I had to back up over the toilet while bent 90 degrees at the waist and then squat down placing my genitals in the bowl just over the water. Thankfully the thought of urinating or just having a full bladder caused my cock tip to automatically emerge from my sheath.

Neither one of us had any teaching responsibilities, and tomorrow was Saturday. We skipped our classes and continued our studies. Paige went back to the library to check out some more books, as nothing seemed to shed any light on my problem. I did some internet surfing on dog anatomy and discovered that the bulge in a dog’s penis is called the “bulbus glandis” or “knot” and that it is normal for the male dog to be “tied” to the female after ejaculating. I also learned that a dog’s penis has a bone in it that makes it stiff enough that he can insert his penis into the female before it is grown much at all. Then once inside her, his cock grows to full sized.

I was finding it hard to concentrate. My mind kept drifting to erotic thoughts. Everything seemed so sensual. I had cut a hole in the back of my sweatpants so that my tail could stick out. I found myself with an almost constant hard on. I was becoming turned on just rubbing my erect penis against the fabric of my sweatpants. I either had to take them off or orgasm.

“I brought you a drink.” Paige stopped at the bedroom door when she saw I was sitting at the computer in the buff sporting a woody. “I didn’t know you were so turned on by canine breeding. Don’t you think you’ve learned enough?”

I blushed. “Okay.” I got up and started walking into the living room.

“Scott. I’m not complaining mind you, but don’t you want to put your pants back on?”

“I can’t. Something is wrong. I seem obsessed. All I can think about is sex. I took them off because the cloth rubbing against my…um dog sex video dream…exposed cock was going to cause me to cum.”

Paige grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face that shade of red before. You think it’s part of the curse?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Why don’t you help me in the living room with the library books. They’re pretty dry reading.”

We went into the living room and sat down on the couch. We each took a book and started scanning through them. But my attention was not on the book. Involuntarily I was glancing at Paige’s bare leg. Its seductive curves and valleys. The wonderful warm moist mound of darkness I imagined I could see through her shorts.

“Paige, I’m going to take a shower.” I got up and for the first time in my life I took a cold shower. It was not a pleasant experience, but it seemed to work. My canine dick finally returned to its home. My tail fur was holding the water and I reached around to towel it off making the fur puff out. I did the same with the fur surrounding my genitals. It was still moist, so I took Paige’s hair drier and started blow drying my tail and sheath. The warm hair was like a soft caress. Unfortunately, by the time I had dried off completely the urges had returned and they seemed stronger, more immediate. My thoughts were clouding with a powerful desire.

Paige’s sexy voice drifted into the bathroom from the living room. “Scott? Are you okay? You’ve been in there for a long time.” I dropped the hair drier. There was something much more pleasurable. Something I wanted, desired, needed. I walked out of the bathroom and quietly snuck down the hallway towards the living room. Her back was to me as she sat on the couch. I leaned over the couch and put my hands on her shoulders. I started to knead and massage her petite neck and shoulders. She leaned back into me. “That’s feels great.” She leaned her head forward exposing more of her supple neck amateur animal sex.

I put my nose into her hair. Inhaling her fragrance. Shivers ran down my body. I started to lick the back of her neck, as my hands migrated down her back. I felt the urge to bite her and started to gently nibble on her velvety nape. “Scott, I think you need another shower. You better stop before you get carried away.”

I continued to advance my hands down her back and then sliding them around to grasp herbreasts. The female moved to get up. I grabbed her shoulders and held her down, pushing my face into her hair. She violently wiggled out of my grasp.

“Scott! What’s wrong with you?” She turned and we locked gazes. She started backing up as fear creased her brow. I stepped over the back of the couch. My maleness proudly displayed dribbling pre-cum. “Keep away from me. I mean it.” She commanded.

I crouched down on the couch and then pounced. Our bodies collided. Her body sliding against mine. She got her legs between us and catapulted me over the coffee table. She got up and ran. By the time I got to my feet she was starting to close the bedroom door. I ran down the hall just as the door slammed shut. The knob wouldn’t turn. I threw my shoulder into the door, but it wouldn’t move. I could hear furniture being piled up against the door. I couldn’t reach her. I let loose with an incoherent yell of frustration. I needed release. I grabbed my straining cock shaft. A stinging, burning flash of pain tore into my cock. “DAMN!!!” My hands were just too rough and my cock just too sensitive to be able to stand that.

I remembered and quickly moved my hand down to my knot and started stroking. My fingers slipped down to the back of the knot and the shaft behind it, between the knot and my balls, and an electric jolt of pleasure shot from my groin mated with bruno beast. I started jerking off wildly. The pressure quickly grew until I was blinded with desire. Large thick shots of cum covered the wall and floor. As soon as the orgasm passed, the pain began.

My toes started to ache. The ache quickly migrated up my legs and became painful. My feet started lengthening and black and tan fur started emerging from my skin. A line of fur quickly migrated up my legs to merge with my furry genitals and tail. My feet became incredibly long and then both legs started changing. My thighs shortened and became slimmer. My calves thinned as my legs
turned into dog’s legs. My toes had merged to form perfect canine paws complete with pointed thick nails and dark tough paw pads. I held my breath waiting for the change to continue, but it seemed to have stopped at my waist. From the hips down, I now resembled a very large German Shepherd Dog. The fur on my lower legs and paws was tan, and started blending into black on the outside of my upper calves and thighs. All of the fur under my tail, from my anus up to about my belly button, and inside my calves and thighs was tan. The fur across my lower back, the back and sides of my hips, and down the top of my tail was black.

I started breathing again. It was beginning to look like I wasn’t going to be able to stop the curse. I seemed to be destined to live the rest of my life as a dog. Feelings of self-pity and despair merged as I was losing hope. Tears started filling my eyes making my vision blurry until I wiped them away. And then it hit me. Everything that had just happened came flooding back into my mind. What had I done to Paige? I had nearly raped her. Now she will leave me. I didn’t deserve her in the first place; it would only be a matter of time before she met someone she liked better anyway. I stood up and knocked on the door.

“Paige? I don’t expect you to forgive, but I’m so sorry.” She didn’t respond. “If you’ll let me get my clothes, I’ll leave. I won’t try to touch you. I’ll go to the living room and you can throw them into the hallway.” I found that I could still walk upright. It was a lot springier walking on paws. Like I could jump a mile jungle beastiality sex. It seemed like I was walking on the balls of my feet, but it felt comfortable. I went back into the living room. I could hear the furniture being moved again.

From behind the door Paige’s muffled voice warned. “I’ve got my pepper spray, so stand back.”

The door opened a crack. When she saw I wasn’t there she opened it all the way and saw me standing in the living room. She froze in the doorway as her mouth fell wide open. She broke the silence and kept me from starting to cry like a baby. “They say that big feet mean a big dick. I guess it applies to big paws too.”

I looked down at my canine legs in shame. “You like them? Unfortunately they’re attached to an asshole. If you’ll throw me my clothes, I’ll leave.”

“You can’t go outside like that. You don’t have to leave. If the curse becomes too strong again, we’ll pay more attention and I’ll just lock myself in the bedroom again. Besides we have a better chance of breaking the curse together.”

“Paige, I love you. I don’t think I could handle this without you. You are my sanity, my reason for being. I know this isn’t the most romantic time or place, but when this is over, do you think you would…um…want to marry me?”

“When you can get onto your human knees and propose, then we’ll talk. Right now, while you’ve got your hormones under control we need to crack the books.”

The next morning I awoke from the couch almost in a panic. Two days were gone already and we didn’t have any idea how to reverse this. What was I going to do? I didn’t want to be a dog. We had talked about going ahead and fulfilling the requirements of the curse, but we were keeping it as a last resort. But it seemed that we were out of other options.

Paige came from the bedroom. She was watching me and I could see the little can of pepper spray in her hand. “Are you okay?” She asked.

I frowned. “No. But I’ve got my hormones under control still.”

“Good, I can’t lock myself in the bedroom if I’m going to pick up Hank and Tina.” We had called quite a few different dog breeders about purchasing two German shepherds close up horse sex. Our insistence that we had to have the dogs by today, and that the female be in heat made the breeders suspicious, and they wouldn’t do business with us for any price.

In desperation, we had called Phil, and he gave us the name and phone number of the breeder that Schultz had come from. He started to ask us a lot of questions, but we begged him to trust us, and promised him we would tell him everything tomorrow if he would give us a good recommendation to the breeder. In fact, Tina and I decided to really tell Phil everything. He was a good and trustworthy friend and could always think of unique solutions to problems, and seemed to always see situations from a fresh and different angle than most folks. For a blind person, he often had more “vision” than people with normal sight.

Our unique demands also raised suspicions with this breeder, but Phil’s recommendation of us, and our other references checked out. By the evening, our savings accounts were significantly depleted, and we were the proud owners of Heinrich von Leipshen and Christina von Butchmeier,
also known as Hank and Tina.