I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. It felt like I couldn’t even breathe.The girl who used to look back at me in mirrors—skinny, curvy, eighteen, familiar—was gone. In her place stood a small brown puppy. Round head, short ears, neat little snout. Front legs a bit chunky but still proportional for a dog that size, paws small and neat. The back arched in a smooth curve, stomach flat. Back legs thicker, paws a little larger, but nothing that looked wrong. A tight little ass with a perfectly sized fluffy tail hanging from it.The only thing that didn’t belong was the pale pink of the wide pussy lips, visible only if the puppy was on its back. The asshole was even harder to see—small and hidden by the fur.Everything else looked exactly like a real dog.I moved my head. The dog’s head moved. I tried to shift forward on my elbows and knees. The dog’s legs moved.That was when I saw my own pussy still open and exposed through the suit. Something inside me finally broke. I collapsed onto the
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