Jackson stole another glance at Marta’s shapely ass as she led him around the back of the house. The bars in this part of mexico were busting at the seams with sexy señoritas, and he was loving it. Of course when Marta had offered to “bring him home and show him where the breeding happens,” he had been expecting to visit a bedroom rather than a kennel, but he was always in the mood to see some adorable animals.

They turned the corner to the holding area, and a dozen charcoal-skinned dogs ran up to the fence to greet them. They yelped and wagged their bald tails at the sight of the new visitor. He’d never seen a hairless dog before, but it was easy to see why they weren’t popular.

“Who would want such an ugly dog?” he sneered. “Do you have any puppies? At least those have got to be cute.”

“We don’t have any young ones right now,” Marta said regretfully, “all we have are these bitches. Too many bitches.”

Jackson couldn’t help but smile at her choice of words as he poked his fingers through the fence for the dogs to sniff.

“Too many bitches is my kind of problem. Where are the lucky males?” One of the females licked his hand. Gross.

“I am afraid we have no males either. Only bitches.” She opened the gate and let the dogs swarm their new visitor.

Jackson reached down to pet the enthusiastic animals but cringed at the strange texture of their hairless skin. “How do you run a breeding facility without males?”

“We will be getting one soon,” she responded as one of the bitches bodly shoved her snout into his crotch. “I think she’s got a crush on you.”

He pushed the upstart female’s head away from his privates. “Well the feeling is certainly one-sided.”

“Oh come now. The bitch wants you to take her home. I’ll give you a good price.”

Jackson frowned. “I’m not gunna buy one of these dogs. They’re hideous! Besides, the only bitch I’d want to take home with me probably isn’t for sale.”

Marta’s face soured. “That’s a shame.” He was hoping she wouldn’t understand his innuendo.

“Maybe you and I could grab lunch together? Know any good vegetarian places? I’m starving.”

At this, her face lit up. “Ah! Mother just finished grilling up some corn. Let me grab some!”

It wasn’t the lunch Jackson had in mind, but he really was hungry. She returned with a single cob of corn. He took a bite, and to his surprise it was absolutely delicious.

Suddenly, his jaw spasmed, and his teeth sunk deep into the cob. His heart jumped at the unexpected movement. Now he couldn’t open his mouth, and no matter how hard he pushed and pulled, the corn wouldn’t come free. It was stuck!

Marta giggled at his plight. “Don’t panic, lover-boy. Soon you’ll have too many bitches, just like you wanted!”

Jackson glared at Marta. Was she responsible for this? He only had a moment to wonder before he felt a strange electric wave wriggle through his entire body. It started at his face, wormed through his muscles, down his spine, and out through the tips of his fingers and toes. A moment later, a series of powerful muscle spasms racked his body. Each twitch was accompanied by the strangest sensation of his muscles and bones stretching, contracting, and rearranging.

He tried to gesture to Marta but stopped when he caught sight of his hand. He watched his fingers shrinking and fattening with each pulse. His nails sprouted into blunt claws as his thumb dwindled up his forearm. He wiggled his shifting fingers in disbelief as thick pads swelled on his palms. Soon his hand looked more like a canine paw than anything human. His feet followed suit, flip-flops falling off of shrinking toes.

“Help me!” he meant to shout, but the only sound that escaped his lips was a muffled whine. A sudden dizziness overcame him as his skull changed shape within his head. His forehead lowered, his eyes widened, and his nose and mouth pressed out, slowly, into a muzzle. His teeth reshaped into canine fangs, and his tongue spilled out the the side of his mouth. Through it all, the cob of corn remained lodged in his maw.

With a new nose came new scents, and the most prominent of those wasn’t the corn or Marta or even his cologne. It was the dogs. Their musky, but undeniably feminine scent wafted up his nose, down his spine, and straight to his dick. It was an insane time to get aroused, but he couldn’t help it! Were they all in heat? Not that it mattered if they were in heat or not, he told himself. It wasn’t like he was attracted to animals or anything.

His shorts slipped off of his narrowing hips, revealing his inappropriate erection. He reached down to pull them up, but his paws were useless. Another muscle spasm hit him, this one centered in his groin. He could only watch helplessly as his penis warped into a new shape. His foreskin drew back to his crotch and plumped up as the rest of his cock darkened into a deep, glistening red. His dick pulled itself into his thickening sheathe, swallowing first the swelling base, then the increasingly bulbous shaft, and on until only the pointed tip peeked into the air. He looked up at Marta, pleading in his mind but only producing canine yips and whines.

The bitch that had sniffed his crotch before decided it was time to have another go at it. She stuck her nose up under Jackson’s growing tail, and he felt her hot breath against his ass as she gave him a thorough sniffing. He didn’t want those ugly beasts poking around his privates! He turned to swat her away, but paused. She wasn’t as hideous as he remembered. That smooth, ebony skin was oddly alluring, and the shape of her body, while certainly canine, was graced with the perfect curves. He had no idea how, but she was downright sexy.

It looked like he was going to get tail tonight after all.