Yes. He told you to and you can't go through the he city in an uncomfortable body and uncomfortable clothes can you?

You wiggle you delicate snout up and down in a nod, the change to the balance of your face makes even moving feel weird, he's just being reasonable. It would be embarrassing being in torn up rags, most of your old clothes won't fit well anyway and are stuck under the bus. You should just do what he says. He seems so confident.

Smirking he raises his snout while looking down at you and you mirror by lowering yours while looking up. "This way pup" he stands and opens the door in the back of the office gesturing you to follow.

The door leads to an uninteresting series of administrative looking halls and break rooms and cubicles, beige off white and drab. You try to keep up without loosing your torn pants the strangeness of your transformed body hitting you with new realizations with each step you now walk on your toes the heals raised your shoes feel distinctly uncomfortable, think you feel thick pads there like the darkly coloured ones you can see on your hands, or the hands of your present guide. His hands are so large you find yourself thinking. You feel weirdly safe with him, you shouldn't though should you? You just met him, he seems kind of an asshole and you don't even know his name. In fact what possessed you to follow him? You should probably get into the city as fast as you can talk to a doctor, phone dad in fact you shouldn't..

"Alright start digging I take right you take left shouldn't be anything too bad in any of these bags mostly abandoned luggage, mostly bulk stuff used to hide drugs, few deaths with no one coming by to claim what they were travelling with or nut jobs forgetting their stuff for whatever reason. Give em a sniff to save time looking for the whiff of hot bitch, though that might be tough with you still stinking up the place. Thought I told you to hold those pheromones in already."

You feel so awful being told off by him "I.. I.. I don't know how I'm not meaning to. I'm so sorry I"

"I'm just messing with you pup but if you don't get that under control I'm going to be forced to match you" as he says this a thick musk hits you. At first you want to hold you breath but their is no escaping it. Your now rather long tongue sticks out as you instinctively Winkle you nose. What is that? You've never smelled anything like it, the smell of sweat and sex? No just makes you think about that, it's like a fog sets over your thoughts or more like a warm blanket, the smell of he ng enveloped, held tight so tight that's holding you is inside you.

"Hey start looking, I know I'm worth staring at but we don't need to be here all day"

How long have you been standing there? He's already through 7 or 8 bags were you just standing there for a minute smelling him? You wonder to yourself.

Embarrassed and driven by his order you grab the closest bag and start looking after opening a few bags of cheap rags and underwear used to hide drugs you remember that you were instructed to give them a smell first. You don't really have a reference for what each smell means but you quickly learn to skip over the sent free bags, male smells like the one your companion is flooding the room with and manage to narrow your search. You find a strappy tube top thing that seems like your size but all the pants are for a much shorter legged beast folk type rummaging through the luggage finds you nothing that isn't significantly more slutty somehow.

"Find anything"

"Just a top no pants that would fit" you reply,

"Oh easy got that solved" he tosses you a bundle of skirts, "less to worry about, this way one of those will probably fit"

Was he just collecting skirts? You wonder. All of them seem rather short. Not that you would exactly know the idea of wearing a skirt didn't remotely occur to you as a possibility. Before you can object he waves you out of the room, "hurry up their is an unused office you can change in over here."

He puts his hand behind you and drives you, arms full of clothes around a corner to a secluded office.

"I'll be outside, should be a mirror in there" and he closes the door.

You drop your haul on the small couch in the corner and separate out the different garments to try on underwear skirts, tops and a few pairs of shoes that you don't have much hope for.

You strip out of the now too long torn pants and ill fitting tee that you cam in with taking the time to examine yourself in the mirror.

You're basically unrecognizable but for your eyes, your face has morphed into that of a pretty wolf girl your extended maw tapering gently to a pointed end pointed teeth have rearranged themselves in your mouth to match. Your body is covered by thin grey fur with streaks and patches of white along your neck, lower jaw and abdomen highlighting almost your tummy and under boob area. Your stacked in that department H cup breasts that seem to support themselves well. Inspecting you groin you confirm your junk is totally reformed into a darkly coloured and puffy spade, the only possibility recognizable anatomy being a fairly prominent clitoris standing out from your puffy lips. You reach down to touch, just to confirm what you're seeing and the sensation in overwhelming, so much so you pull back immediately. Hopefully the sensitivity isn't so bad you can't get some clothes on.

Trying on the undergarments you find some you think fit well enough. You have no experience in bras and the one that fits best seems to lift your girls up a lot but it seems comfortable. The strappy tube top fits snugly and turns out to be the only choice but shows a tremendous amount of cleavage. Going though the skirts you think the wolf man must have also been selecting the shortest he could find, some of these don't even cover your whole ass. Finally you get one that fits that's not legally indecent to wear and tug it on.

Looking at you self in the mirror makes you feel insane. A slutty looking wolf girl looks back at you wearing a red pink tube top an tight micro skirt. the graphic on the top has a stylized tongue and lower teeth with sparkly text bellow it saying 'knot this bitch'. No no this is insane you think you're just going to change back into your regular clothes this is worse than going nude you think to your self, your just going to change back when the door opens behind you.

"Alright pup you done already been waiting forever out there" the wolf man says while he intrudes. "Damn girl you chose some real slut wear, could be asking for trouble" he grins knowing that both of you are aware that he had set you up with only the least modest options. He slides the door closed behind him while positioning himself in-front of it, "not sure if its safe for you to go out in the office like that, the guys might think I'd picked up a whore to fuck. Or maybe that's what you were hoping for? Maybe you were thinking about what I said about getting into a pack."

He presses the latch on the door before slowly approaching you. You think you should be panicking but you freeze up, it's clear what he want's from you not just from the things he's saying or how he's cornered you but from the smell. Oh god the smell he released in the confiscation lockup is ten times stronger now, you finally understand what its making you feel. Arousal. Your heart rates going up you feel flushed and your loins tense. A sense of dampness in your underwear is spreading. You lick your lips and swallow and that only makes things worse, the chemical signals in the air make it deeper into your sinuses causing you to gasp inhaling even more musk.

He puts one arm over you against the wall baring you in. "You know I've got room for a new mate in the household, sexy thing like you would be hard to get normally. Your family status would keep you from being claimed for just messing around, but if we put a litter of pups in you you'll be part of the pack right way," he lowers his huge head and snout next to yours almost brushing the short hairs along your face, you can hear his breathing so clearly.

"So what do you say should we make you my new bitch"