Her Choice

So, yes, Francis "Frank" Ulysses Carlton was a sex maniac, but, no, he wasn't going to be her ex-husband. Cassie saw that almost immediately. She had to stay married to him as long as he was the only way she knew of to stop being an animal and becoming human again.

Could she depend on him? If not, could she get used to being an animal? Not unless it was "animals", plural. Very few lived longer than humans, after all. But if that were all that was important, she would want to be one of those tortoises that lived to be over a hundred. If she could go from one animal to another, she might, maybe, possibly, never have to die...

As the naked woman on the carpet was thinking of her options, she reached to her side and idly touched the dog beside her.

The Great Dane nuzzled her. And slobbering on her face until she pushed it away, and worked to control its tame head by feel alone.

"Cassie?" Frank asked.

"Sh! I'm thinking." Putting her hand up to where it blocked her view of the dog's eyes, she looked up at her husband. Except for his nose and ears being too big (and it was true what they say them indicating the size of a man's cock), he could pass as a leading man actor. He even had their beard stubble. He was so handsome he was the cliche "tall, dark, and handsome". She, herself, was a full head shorter than him.

And you would be shorter still, if you go crawling around on all fours as a dog! Frank would probably leave you a dog and get his kicks imagining you crawling around naked. No, wait: He doesn't have to imagine, DOES he!? He saw the real you in the windshield's reflection. He just has to get a mirror or something and actually see you crawling around naked!

The jerk would want to put a collar and leash on you! Have you roll over, beg, play dead, and fetch! Take you outside for walkies! Anybody who looked in a puddle or a bike mirror would be able to see her naked and being a dog! A petgirl! She would have no human dignity!

Stop it, clit! Don't get hot and wet over the idea! There has to be a line where you do not give into his sexual fantasies! And this-

She heard the flapping of pigeon wings! It was still trying to get out of the house! And, now, it was getting closer to her, maybe ready to dive bomb! She almost looked to see where it was-

Instead, she threw her arms around the Great Dane's neck, and...