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Gwen could smell the cigarette smoke wafting from one of the apartment windows as she jogged along the street. She always hated this part of the walk because there was usually someone sitting outside on their apartment balcony and she felt "watched." Gwen was in her mid-twenties, just out of college, but single. She worked downtown at a bank and wore fashionable work clothes, but today on her run she wore simple athletic gear. She had an attractive body, lean and fit, and she hoped to keep it that way. It was on this street in particular that she could feel people "watch" her as she ran and it was unsettling. Today, her cell-phone rang, which threw off her running music, so she stopped to check her phone and get the music going again.
When she stopped, she could smell the cigarette smoke even stronger and felt eyes watching her from above. She glanced up and saw a thirty-something guy leaning over the railing and looking at her. She broke eye contact and paced a few steps, but still felt watched. He heard the man clear his throat and spit.
"Lookin' fine, girl! Don' stop now! Keep on'a runnin' " said the guy with a laugh.
She ignored him and tried to get her phone to start her running mix again. While she fussed with her phone, her water bottle slipped and fell onto the sidewalk. She could feel the man's pervert eyes watching her as she reached down to pick it up.
The man let out a loud whistle, "Nice ass! Come by later and I'll help you keep it in shape!"
She had been cat-called before, but this guy was starting to cross a line. Earlier that week, a friend had told her to download an app called "Men Are Dogs." It was supposedly some way to report incidents of guys acting like jerks or "dogs" so other girls could look them up and feel safer. Her friend had thought it was funny to see what kind of guys made it into the database, but Gwen never thought she would actually have to use it.
In a second, she grabbed her phone, opened up the app, and turned to the guy in the balcony.
"You want a picture! I'll give you more than a picture," he shouted as he grabbed his crotch and gestured vulgarly.
This was the first time she actually had a chance to look at this creep of a guy. He was wearing torn jeans and a white sleeveless t-shirt. He was a broad shouldered guy with a big build, but had a beer gut and flabby arms. He looked pretty strong, but not really in shape. His light blonde hair was cropped tight, almost shaved and he had a tattoo on his shoulder. He threw his cigarette in the bushes and licked his lips and thrust towards her again, laughing.
Her phone snapped a picture and within a few seconds the message read "Strike Three," which must have meant this guy had been reported by two other users. The next screen said "Teach this dog a lesson? Yes or No." She wasn't sure what this actually meant, but the guy was being a real dickhead, so she chose "yes."
The screen buffered with the message "Dog in Training," which had a picture of a muscular man wearing a dog collar and panting stupidly. She looked up and saw the man on the balcony look like he was choking and fall to his knees. She ran closer, hoping it wasn't all some stupid act. He was pawing at something at his neck, which Gwen realized was a leather collar. He made a few choking sounds and then looked at her and stuck his tongue out stupidly. Suddenly, his body started to shape shift into a compact, muscular dog. She saw a leash attached to the collar and the dog pleaded softly and looked up at her.
Her phone vibrated and she read the message, "Say hello to Kurt." She grabbed the leash, not sure what do with this man that she had watched transform into a dog. She was happy that he had stopped harassing her, but thought this was maybe an extreme reaction. The phone continued by asking "Bring Home or Bring to Pound?" She chose "bring home," but just wanted to get out of there before anyone one noticed. Kurt trotted in front on his leash while she finished her run.
As soon as she got home, she texted Amanda, the friend that had shown her the phone app. "No way!" was Amanda's reaction, "send a pic." Gwen snapped a picture of Kurt and sent it. "I'm coming over," Amanda replied.
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"Oh my god!" Amanda squealed when Gwen explained what had happened. "He's so cute," she said as she pet Kurt on the back while he panted and barked.
"Well, he was saying all this stupid shit, and I just thought I'd take a picture and leave ... but it turned him into this dog ... and now I don't know how to turn him back!" Gwen stammered. "I don't want a dog!"
"But Gwen, look at him," Amanda said as she continued to pet Kurt's head.
"I don't want a dog! Especially one that was some sicko guy from the street!"
Gwen's phone suddenly vibrated again and she pulled up the app. She saw a picture of Kurt before he was a dog and the words "Teach your dog a new trick? Yes or No."
"What should I do," Gwen said in frustration. Amanda grabbed the phone and chose "yes." Kurt whimpered a little and then rolled over on his back. In a few minutes, his dog body had transformed back into the original Kurt, but he stayed motionless on the floor. Thankfully, his clothes had reappeared so they didn't have to see a nude guy "appear" on the living room floor.
"Woah," said Amanda. "So you're not kidding!"
"Of course not!" shouted Gwen. "This is him!"
"Give a command," prompted the phone and Amanda selected "Roll over." Kurt obediently rolled onto his belly. "Stand up," and Kurt stood up. "Try your own," read the phone. "Take off your shirt and flex," shouted Amanda. "Amanda! Stop it!" Gwen tried to say, but Kurt obeyed by taking off his white t-shirt and flexed his muscles. While Amanda gawked about controlling Kurt, Gwen saw her pile of unfolded laundry and had an idea for a command. "Kurt, fold my laundry." Dutifully, he walked over and started folding clothes. "Nice one," Amanda replied. "You've got a live-in butler!"
While Kurt folded clothes, the phone popped up another message. "See grooming options." Amanda and Gwen fiddled with the sliding bars, one for muscle, hair, height, etc., but they couldn't decide so they selected "Suggested grooming." They watched Kurt transform again, this time into a muscular young man with ripped abs, a tight ass with a thin waist. Long legs and arms with lean muscle, broad shoulders and sucked in stomach. His hairy belly and back were smooth, like he was properly groomed. Even his smile and eyes looked more attractive.
"Good lord!" said Amanda. "Take off your pants, Kurt!" and he obeyed. "No, like in a strip show!" Kurt walked over to her and started grinding while slowly unbuttoning his jeans. He had on a pair of tight underwear which showed his massive cock. But Gwen choose, "Kennel" on the app and Kurt stopped, curled up on the living room floor and within a minute was back to dog form.
"Oh come on!" said Amanda. "It was just getting fun."
"It's late, Amanda," said Gwen. "And I have to work. Plus, I just want to go to bed and figure out what to do about this in the morning."
"Fine," said Amanda as she headed towards the door. "But invite me over so I can play with your 'dog' once and awhile."
"Haha," replied Gwen drolly.
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At 6:00 AM, Gwen heard scratching at her door. "What the?" she said as she staggered. She opened the door and saw Kurt scratching his paws to get her attention.
"Do you have to go outside," she asked and she knew the answer was yes. She grabbed the leash and walked him outside to take a piss on the lawn. She changed into her running gear and thought maybe she could take Kurt running with her.
After the run she started getting ready for work and took a quick shower. She stepped out wearing only her towel and screamed when she saw a man standing in the kitchen. But she realized it was only Kurt, who was busy cooking breakfast. He was wearing only his underwear and was the muscular version of himself from last night.
"What are you doing?" asked Gwen, as if talking to a pet. She was startled when he answered, "Making breakfast for you."
"Wait, you can talk?"
"Of course I can talk!"
The whole time since taking Kurt home, she hadn't heard him speak a word. Also, she noticed that even though she was only wrapped in a towel, Kurt was making perfect eye contact with her, not looking at her body or barely covered breasts, just right into her eyes. She felt a little sad for him, but also a sort of "puppy love" at how cute he was making breakfast for her. She finished changing, ate breakfast, and headed towards the door.
"Kurt, I'll be back around 5. Just don't mess anything them and keep clean, okay. Make yourself lunch."
"Have a good day, Gwen," Kurt answered with excitement as she closed and locked the door.
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When Gwen opened the door to her house she didn't know what to expect. Would Kurt still be there? Would he be a dog-dog or a man-dog? Would he have run away? Would she keep him? What about Kurt's friends and family?
"Kurt, I'm home," Gwen called out. She heard the shower turn off and Kurt ran towards her, this time completely naked.
"Hi Gwen!" he said enthusiastically. She saw that Kurt's massive cock was swaying, half-erect. "Wanna get some exercise?" said Gwen.
"Yes, of course!" answered Kurt, who loved running. He ran to get the leash and held it out to her.
"Not that type of exercise," said Gwen as she led him towards the bedroom. "You're going to fuck me until I tell you to stop, okay!"
"Okay," he said, hopping up on the bed.
"And you're not going to talk until I tell you," she said. Kurt nodded.
"And go slow. You need to be more man and less dog right now," she added as she dropped her work skirt to the ground and pulled off her blouse.
After there love-making -- the best Gwen had ever had! -- Gwen had a notification on her phone. "Training Complete. All Men Are Dogs!"
She looked over at the muscular man-dog lying in bed next to her, looked at his smooth chest, thin waist, and tight ass, and put down the phone, fully determined to adopt this stray and keep him well-trained.
tell me more about this biting my neck situation? 👀👀👀
Huh? What?? Who said that? 👀👀👀 ????
Oh the bitting thing yeah about that... I may or may not be into biting like to the point that my mouth literally starts salivating... Just the thought of biting someone who deserves to be bitten makes me giddy. It especially gets bad when someone is just being super cute.
Ah but you said situation... Fine, I'll give you a situation. Hope you don't regret it 😊
(Especially since I don't write smut *sweats*)
We're lounging at your place sitting on the couch and enjoying each other's company as we chat. We reach a lull in our conversation and gaze at each other enjoying the moment. We're sitting on opposite ends of the couch facing each other, but our legs are resting and gently grazing one another.
I decide to move closer to you, our tangled legs touching each other lighting a small flame between us. I sit on your lap and guide your hands to rest on each side of my hips so you can feel the squish of my curves. I place my hands on your chest as my dark brown eyes meet yours. My eyes trail down and rest on your neck then flicker back up. I lick my lips and ask, "May I?"
You nod your head and I smile in response. Eagerly, I lower my head as you tilt your head to the right like the good sweetie you are. I place a long gentle kiss on the side of your neck to appreciate your compliance while one of my hands reaches up and lazily plays with the hair on your nape. Once I'm done with the first kiss, I begin to shower your neck with soft kisses enjoying the way your skin feels on my lips. I smile when I feel you gulp and decide to start nipping your neck occasionally. Kiss kiss, nip.
My free hand begins to roam along your chest and side taking in the way your body reacts to the attention. When I notice your breath stuttering, that's when I decided to tease you a bit and stop kissing and nipping. You let out a soft whine thinking that's the end, but you're sorely mistaken for that is when I decide to lick a strip up your neck just to mess with you. You let out a gasp not having been expecting it when I suddenly stop and sink down my teeth on the crook of your neck with a hum.
You buck your hips and let out a hiss that turns into a moan while I chuckle at your cute pathetic reaction. "That's it angel, show me how much you want it," I say softly and nip your ear. Only to quickly go back to nipping and biting your neck as I circle my thumb around your nipple and gently grip the back of your hair with my other hand. I litter the occasional kisses in-between bites when it seems like it's too much for you and say, "Awww come on baby, you can keep taking it can't you?" Then I flick your nipple as I roll my hips so I can press against your leaking groin.
[End scene]
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Well that happened lol.
It took so long to respond cuz I literally started to write but hated it and deleted it all. This one... should hopefully be fine. Sorry if this isn't to your liking. I've never really written smut before... So it might come off as cringe or creepy (ó//////ò) and if it does I am so sorry about that.