"And Master loves Momo. Now come on, let's put the rest of these fliers up and get home. I promised you a big meaty dinner."
......
Weeks passed and no one came for the dog. I never received a single phone call, and even posting online yielded no results.
Either she had come from far away or nobody was looking for her, and I eventually came to realize that she was now mine. But on the plus side, Sonja (as I decided to call her) made herself right at home.
I took her to the vet, got her all checked out and up to date on her vaccinations, and then dropped her off at a groomer to shave off all of that matted hair.
Every day I would wake up, my dog snuggled up with me on one side and my cat-turned-human on the other. I would feed the two of them, go to work, come back, and then we'd take our evening walk.
When we relaxed on the couch, I would sit in the middle with Momo's head on one thigh and Sonja's head on the other.
S*x with Momo unfortunately lost some of its frequency. We'd have to wait for Sonja to fall asleep in one room and then go into another. Otherwise, she would come up to us, thinking we were just wrestling and wanting to get involved.
Not to mention that it's awkward to fuck when your dog is on the other side of the mattress, watching you.
At least Momo and Sonja learned to get along. Momo still didn't trust or like Sonja and kept her food bowl away from her, but when the dog came up to her, she would at least pat her head.
'Oh no. Oh God, no. Why is this happening to me? Why is this happening again?
What the fuck did I do to deserve this fate?
God, if you're up there, please realize how much stress you're putting me under.'
These were the first thoughts that popped into my head when I woke up on that August morning.
And what would make me think this? Why, a titty in my hand, of course. Without even opening my eyes, I knew it wasn't Momo's.
Momo's breasts were a good size, large enough for any man to be content, but the soft mountain I was trying to contain was beyond the yield of my fingers.
It was like if you cut a melon in half and laid them side by side, you would have a perfect analog for Momo's breasts.
But these were like two whole melons. And of course, there was only one reason for a pair of colossal titties in my bed, as ridiculous a reason as it may be.
I opened my eyes, looking at a beautiful sleeping face. The young woman had sun-kissed skin, porcelain smooth, and long blonde hair.
But even with my grogginess, I could see one large dog ear hanging down the side of her head, camouflaged with her hair. I sat up and gave her a full scan with my eyes.
Her body type was just like Momo's, just a bit taller and of course with cans that a man could happily suffocate under. But above her rear end, right where her tailbone would be, an actual tail, slightly curved, almost as long as her legs, and very fluffy.
Jesus Christ, my life is turning into The Hangover meets The Island of Doctor Moreau. Why did this happen again?
How could this happen again?
Do I have some crazy power that turns animals into sexy girls?
If Sonja had been a male dog, would I have woken up next to a well-hung Aryan model from Abercrombie & Fitch? Or would he have lost his dick and gone XX?
At the very least, today was Sunday, so I had time to get things figured out. But if my boss called me, I would burn the office to the ground.
I tried to get out from under the covers and escape my bed, but before I could reach the floor, my movements woke Sonja.
She yawned and gave a wide stretch from her fingers to her toes, then opened a pair of bright blue eyes.
"Good morning, Master!" ....