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On a hot day, a boy finds himself in an old house, with only a woman named Granny, as he finds out the hard way, his life will change.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
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Tom was short for his age. Only 5 foot 9 inches for a 16 year old. His cute, light blonde hair swayed in
the wind as he walked home from school. Sweat dripping from his cute, freckled face. His brown
eyes felt dryer than a desert, so Tom chugged the rest of his water, and trotted along.
Not even a single drop of sweat dropped from Tom’s brow as he walked. He panted and slumped
along the pavement, finally tripping and passing out in some mud.
Tom awoke in some strange house, it looked lived in, yet abandoned. A dusty bookshelf stood
parallel to the sofa Tom led on. A painting of a field hung on the wall, caked in dust. The rug had
ancient mud and paw prints stamped into it. An old-ish woman sat perpendicular to Tom, who had
only just realised his surroundings.
“W-who are you?” Tom asked, “Where am I?”
“Calm down young man,” She responded calmingly, “I found you in the mud outside, I took the
liberty of cleaning your face, you’re lucky most of it got on your coat,” she smiled.
“Oh, I see, thank you miss…” Tom sat up, and looked down, “May I have a drink please?”
A small cup of liquid was brought to Tom.
“Thank you”
“So young man, please tell me about yourself,”
Tom spoke between sips, “I’m Tom Anderson, I’m 16 years old, and…” Tom paused for a second,
“Hmmm, there’s not really too much about me,” Tom finished his drink.
“Well Tom, you can call me granny.”
“Thank you for the drink Granny!” Tom stood up, but fell back down onto the sofa, “Aah, my legs…”
Tom’s legs felt weak and itchy, he peered under his trouser legs, and looked at his legs. They looked
normal, maybe a bit more hair, but it had been a while since he last checked.
“Are you ok master Tom?”
“Yeah Granny, just a bit tire- ah!” Tom bit his tongue. It hurt more than it should have, so Tom felt
around his mouth with his tongue… it wasn’t right. “My teef! They’re pointy, and, and sharp!” Tom’s
amazement sent him into panic. His panic was so great, he didn’t notice his tongue become thinner.
Tom started panting.
“G-“ pants, “Granny-“ pants, “H-help me-“ pants.
Granny said nothing.
Tom checked his legs again, and saw a forest of soft, golden and white hair grow from his legs, his
trousers burst from the amount of fur, as did his shoes, from the tip of his shoes, he saw 5 toes, with
sharp claws at the end, so he took off his shoes and socks, the white and golden fur was enveloping
his feet, if he could call them that anymore. The soles swelled and turned black, as the rest of his
feet shrank into two paws.
“Granny, pleashe,” his tongue was too big for his mouth.
Tom tried to run, but was rendered on all fours, due to the weakness of his legs. His shirt burst open
from the back, fur ticked as it grew all over his torso. His arms felt as if they were on fire, and it
tickled. Fur fell down his arms, stopping by his fingernails, which in turn became claws, and Tom had
another set of paws.
Tom panted desperately, “Granny… why?” He started to growl.
“Rrrrrr, arf!” Tom tried to cover his mouth in shock, but fell over, and resumed his quadrupedal
stance. Tom’s eyes filled up with water, and as he close them, his brown eyes became darker. His
mouth started to grow out into a muzzle, as the final push for his canine mouth occurred, a tail
slowly grew from his spine, slowly ripping his underwear, seam by seam. Tom’s face turned bright
red, though it was quickly covered by more fur. His ears became longer and floppy, and Tom was
now a beautiful golden retriever.
“Arf! Grrrrr… Arf arf!” Tom couldn’t speak, but Granny understood. She walked over and started
petting Tom, who loved it. As she pet him, all his rage went away.
“Arf! Arf!” Tom started panting and wagging his tail.
“I have a gift for you Tom,” she pulled out a red collar, with a golden medallion on it, reading: “Tom”.
“Who’s a good boy?” Tom barked happily, “You know what boy? You should get other people here,
we can have a dog party,” Tom spun around in excitement.
The next day, Tom met his schoolmate, who failed to recognise him, but he still followed Tom into
Granny’s house. “Care for a drink? It’s awfully hot outside,” Granny asked the boy.
the wind as he walked home from school. Sweat dripping from his cute, freckled face. His brown
eyes felt dryer than a desert, so Tom chugged the rest of his water, and trotted along.
Not even a single drop of sweat dropped from Tom’s brow as he walked. He panted and slumped
along the pavement, finally tripping and passing out in some mud.
Tom awoke in some strange house, it looked lived in, yet abandoned. A dusty bookshelf stood
parallel to the sofa Tom led on. A painting of a field hung on the wall, caked in dust. The rug had
ancient mud and paw prints stamped into it. An old-ish woman sat perpendicular to Tom, who had
only just realised his surroundings.
“W-who are you?” Tom asked, “Where am I?”
“Calm down young man,” She responded calmingly, “I found you in the mud outside, I took the
liberty of cleaning your face, you’re lucky most of it got on your coat,” she smiled.
“Oh, I see, thank you miss…” Tom sat up, and looked down, “May I have a drink please?”
A small cup of liquid was brought to Tom.
“Thank you”
“So young man, please tell me about yourself,”
Tom spoke between sips, “I’m Tom Anderson, I’m 16 years old, and…” Tom paused for a second,
“Hmmm, there’s not really too much about me,” Tom finished his drink.
“Well Tom, you can call me granny.”
“Thank you for the drink Granny!” Tom stood up, but fell back down onto the sofa, “Aah, my legs…”
Tom’s legs felt weak and itchy, he peered under his trouser legs, and looked at his legs. They looked
normal, maybe a bit more hair, but it had been a while since he last checked.
“Are you ok master Tom?”
“Yeah Granny, just a bit tire- ah!” Tom bit his tongue. It hurt more than it should have, so Tom felt
around his mouth with his tongue… it wasn’t right. “My teef! They’re pointy, and, and sharp!” Tom’s
amazement sent him into panic. His panic was so great, he didn’t notice his tongue become thinner.
Tom started panting.
“G-“ pants, “Granny-“ pants, “H-help me-“ pants.
Granny said nothing.
Tom checked his legs again, and saw a forest of soft, golden and white hair grow from his legs, his
trousers burst from the amount of fur, as did his shoes, from the tip of his shoes, he saw 5 toes, with
sharp claws at the end, so he took off his shoes and socks, the white and golden fur was enveloping
his feet, if he could call them that anymore. The soles swelled and turned black, as the rest of his
feet shrank into two paws.
“Granny, pleashe,” his tongue was too big for his mouth.
Tom tried to run, but was rendered on all fours, due to the weakness of his legs. His shirt burst open
from the back, fur ticked as it grew all over his torso. His arms felt as if they were on fire, and it
tickled. Fur fell down his arms, stopping by his fingernails, which in turn became claws, and Tom had
another set of paws.
Tom panted desperately, “Granny… why?” He started to growl.
“Rrrrrr, arf!” Tom tried to cover his mouth in shock, but fell over, and resumed his quadrupedal
stance. Tom’s eyes filled up with water, and as he close them, his brown eyes became darker. His
mouth started to grow out into a muzzle, as the final push for his canine mouth occurred, a tail
slowly grew from his spine, slowly ripping his underwear, seam by seam. Tom’s face turned bright
red, though it was quickly covered by more fur. His ears became longer and floppy, and Tom was
now a beautiful golden retriever.
“Arf! Grrrrr… Arf arf!” Tom couldn’t speak, but Granny understood. She walked over and started
petting Tom, who loved it. As she pet him, all his rage went away.
“Arf! Arf!” Tom started panting and wagging his tail.
“I have a gift for you Tom,” she pulled out a red collar, with a golden medallion on it, reading: “Tom”.
“Who’s a good boy?” Tom barked happily, “You know what boy? You should get other people here,
we can have a dog party,” Tom spun around in excitement.
The next day, Tom met his schoolmate, who failed to recognise him, but he still followed Tom into
Granny’s house. “Care for a drink? It’s awfully hot outside,” Granny asked the boy.
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