Good Doggy

It had been a long day at the office and Casey was stressed out. She had been fretting all day long about how she was going to find a new apartment in time. Turns out it had been so cheap for a reason, and now it was condemned. A shame too, it had been so close to this great job that she had just started.

Tiffany rounded the corner and spied the brown haired new girl at her desk, looking at apartment listings. She smiled, this was the perfect chance.

"Heeyy, Casey right? It's Tiffany, from upstairs, we met a few days ago."

"Uh yeah, hey. Uhm is there something you need me to-"

"Haha no no, nothing like that." Tiffany pushed back a stray lock of black hair behind her glasses and tried to give a reassuring smile. "I just saw you looking at rentals and..."

"O-oh, yeah... I know I just moved here, but my apartment kinda fell through... so I'm-"

"Wait, you mean you need a new apartment? This is perfect!"

"W-what?"

"I need a roommate, it's not that I can't afford the place on my own, I just... I don't know, I'd like the company."

"Well, I mean... I hardly know you but..." Casey bit her lip, she felt kinda weird just moving in with someone she barely knew, but she had to be out of the apartment by Monday... She did seem nice... "You really would want me to stay with you?"

"Of course I would, the apartment feels so empty without a dog."

Casey blinked in confusion "Dog?"

"I mean who doesn't love a good dog eh?" Tiffany gave her a disconcerting smile and reached out and took Casey's hand.

Casey felt an electric tingle spark like she had got static shocked and couldn't help but to yelp and draw her hand back. "Owww, damn that hurt!"

Tiffany frowned "If you are going to live with me you are going to behave like a good girl, and that means no swearing..." She grabbed a loose paper from Casey's desk and rolled it up, then whacked her on the head. "Bad girl. Bad."

Casey whimpered and sat down in her chair. For some reason she felt really bad to have disappointed the woman and as odd as it was, she felt like she needed to make her happy.

"Now that's more like it. Now, answer these questions and maybe you will get a treat afterwards."

"A treat!?" Casey's face went red, why was she so excited to hear she might get a treat, and who the hell offers people treats anyhow?

"Do you want to be a good girl for Tiffany?"

Casey's tongue hung out from her mouth a little, she felt kind of hot, she wished she didn't have to wear all these clothes. "I... Uhm.. Yes."

"Very good, do you want to come home and Live with Tiffany?"

Casey itched her arm, these clothes were getting really uncomfortable, and something was pinching her lower back. "Yes Tiffany."

"Do you want to be a good doggy?"

"Yes... wait... doggy?"

Tiffany laughed and pulled a leash and collar out of her pocket. "If you put this on you will look like a normal dog to everyone but me, or... you could always just stay like this.."

Casey frowned, what did she mean by that-

...

Casey froze as she realized that her body had started changing while she was entranced by the woman. Her ears had grown large and floppy, light hairs growing on there length as they hung down passed her chin. Her tongue hung from her mouth as she panted lightly, a small amount of drool dripping down her large canines. She forced her mouth closed and noticed that her face had pushed out into a muzzle like shape, complete with a cold wet nose that was dark and leathery.

It wasn't just her face that had grown fur either, small hairs were growing like a mane from her hair, over her shoulders and down the middle of her back until it thickened and grew out into a fluffy tail that at the moment hung between her legs. She also noticed a bit of extra weight on her chest and she gasped as she felt how much larger BOTH of her sets of breasts were.

...

Tiffany waited by her car, knowing it was only a matter of time before the browned haired girl accepted her fate. Sure enough, after a few minutes on of the buildings security men came out of the building, pulling Casey by the collar and leash now locked around her neck.

"Tiffany, is this your dog? The collar has your cel number on it.."

"Oh you found my Casey, thank you so much jack. How did you get out of the car you little scamp?" Tiffany took the leash and pulled Casey beside her.

"Okay... just don't let her get inside again,we have a not pets policy and-"

"I know, I know Jack, it won't happen again... Thanks for not telling anyone."

Jack sighed "Sure Tiff, you owe me one though."

Tiffany pulled sharply on the leash and lead Casey to the car. She was going to make a good doggirl.

Casey followed behind Tiffany, hoping that Tiffany thought she was a good doggirl...

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~The Warlock