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PART 3

"Grrrr..." Sherry growled, her lip curling back into a beastial snarl.

“Ughrrrrrr...." She inhaled and exhaled in a quick, steady rhythm, her eyes fixed on the site in front of her.

“Rrrr...rah, ah come on already! Who set the freakin' timer on this light!"

The traffic light on the corner of Lumpkin and Jackson had screwed Sherry over more than once, giving only a precious ten second gap to make a left turn. No turn arrow, just ten short seconds to find an opening. The stupid long red/short green light interval created a virtually never-ending line of oncoming traffic waiting to cross the intersection, particularly during the busiest parts of the day. In order to make the left turn, the only viable option was for a car to pull into the intersection until the light turned red again, forcing oncoming traffic to let them go. The end result was that typically, only one car per green light was able to make the turn. Maybe two if someone really gunned it.

"Damn it, I'm gonna be late again! Shit, I was really trying to make a good impression.

"Ugh, people and their freakin' rules..." She grumbled to herself, thinking fondly back to the days when she didn't give a flying fuck about little things like punctuality.

As she waited impatiently for traffic to creep forward, she found herself struggling with a particularly annoying bout of cognitive dissonance. She always prided herself on being her own person, having control over her own destiny. Yet here she was, letting other people's expectations stress her out even as she pursued her own dream. To get what she wanted, she had to put herself at the mercy of others. It seemed to fly in the face who she was.

She'd had this conversation with Ann many times before, when she wasn't looking for new ways to make her friend cringe. She liked the idea of working with animals. But obnoxious, needy, controlling people... not so much. If she could ever find some way to get the one without the other, she'd snatch up the opportunity in a heartbeat. But she had to be realistic, there was no way to separate the two. She'd almost let herself, and others, talk her out of pursuing her goal altogether for this very reason.

Before she met Ann, everyone who knew her always gave her the same routine. "Oh, so you want to work with animals because they're nicer than people? Well silly goose, those animals have owners, you'll have to deal with them you know! You want to do that, you gotta straighten up and do what others say! Too bad, that's just reality." It never made her want to "straighten up" though. If anything, it just made her more defiant, to the point of throwing away her dream altogether. If she couldn't do it on her terms, then she wouldn't do it at all.

And then along came Ann. She helped Sherry see things differently, without deriding her or making her feel stupid. She thought back to that conversation with her friend years before. The one that had completely changed her outlook on the situation.



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"I just don't want others telling me what to do all the time, you know?" complained Sherry.

Ann nodded, but seemed reluctant to agree. "Yeah... I mean, I get that. But... you kind of are anyway, you know?"

"....And... just how do you figure that?"

"Well... I mean... it kinda seems like... you're going to walk away from what you want just because of other people. So... you're letting them stop you from doing what you want before you even start... you know?"

Sherry sat stunned for several awkward seconds. Not once had she ever thought of it like that before.

Poor, nervous Ann took Sherry's silence the wrong way, thinking she'd just insulted the one person she'd managed to make friends with. She was already in the middle of formulating an anxious apology when Sherry suddenly blurted out...

"Holy shit... you're right! See, THAT'S why you gotta start talking more! You actually say shit that makes sense!"



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That conversation had proven to be one of the defining moments of Sherry's life, and her friendship with Ann. Sherry knew at that moment, Ann was the first person who really "got" her. Everyone else always tried to make her conform, and just ended up sucking the life out of her. But Ann spoke to Sherry in a way that... actually SPOKE to Sherry. Instead of trying to squelch the nonconformist inside of her, she used it to motivate her. This tactic, combined with a healthy dose of mom-like nagging, had brought Sherry to where she was today. If it hadn't been for Ann, she'd have given up on this whole vet thing long ago.

Now, unfortunately, that option was looking more appealing. She watched the clock tick by two... now three minutes passed the time she was supposed to be at the clinic, still waiting for two cars ahead of her to make that blasted turn. The pressure of knowing other people would count this against her... just absolutely grated on her now frayed nerves.

It wasn't just her tardiness that made her want to run away though. She shifted in her seat awkwardly, her attention drawn to yet another source of... frustration. It had been there ever since her lunch with Ann... that sweet but oh, so distracting throb between her legs. Her sex drive had always been a bit on the over-active side, at least by some people's standards. But today, it was verging on out of control. Sitting in traffic like this was giving her nothing but time to dwell on her desires. And the longer she dwelt on them, the more she just wanted to skip this stupid internship and just... find someone... anyone...

"Shit, I'm already late anyway. I could call in... then hit the town... see if anyone's up for a little... oooooww, hellooo..."

The fit, attractive man strolling through the crosswalk would have gotten Sherry's juices flowing even on a normal day. Today, though... it took nearly all her willpower to keep from jumping out of the car and offering her body right there.

"Ohhh, lordy... that's one juicy piece of man-meat. And his friend's not too bad either..."

She furrowed her brow in surprise, suddenly registering a major problem with that last thought. The young man's "friend" that she'd just noticed... was the male Golden Retriever he was taking for an afternoon walk.

She jerked her eyes back to the road, trying to ignore the warm surge of heat that she'd just felt. She pretended to herself that she wasn't the least bit shaken, that the sensation had obviously been triggered totally by that handsome guy... and nothing else whatsoever. As far as she was concerned, that last thought had never even gone through her mind. And it most certainly had nothing to do with the words of that weird old lady from just a little while ago...

"... Dogs in heat... "

She tried to throw a mental wall around this new and more disturbing bout of cognitive dissonance, and settled on ignoring the freakish occurrence as her preferred resolution. Even as the incident reminded her of the strange old woman's words, she decided that her hormones were just in overdrive, and reacting to that man...

He was still there, off to the side, continuing on down the sidewalk. Feeling a little settled now, she allowed her eyes to drift back in his direction.

"Mmmmm, yeah... that absolutely gorgeous... sexy... delicious... little furry hunk of..."

Sherry always thought of herself as fairly open minded... but now she put her mind on lock down. She simply would not allow herself to even acknowledge where her mind was trying to go. As far as she was concerned, it hadn't even happened... and it wasn't GOING to happen. Even as her hips gave an involuntary jerk from that last glimpse she'd caught, she forced the image from her mind and focused on the task at hand. Suddenly, spending the next few hours at work seemed like a welcome distraction from... whatever it was that was messing with her head right now.

Had she been thinking a bit more clearly, she might have seen the problem working at a veterinary clinic might pose, considering the peculiar way she was suddenly thinking. At the moment, she had no real inkling of what these strange new thoughts were heralding. If she had, she most certainly would have given more consideration to that "skipping work" idea from before.

Finally it was her chance to make the turn. She was only about thirty seconds away from the clinic now, she probably could have walked there and back to her car more than once in the time it took to get through that one intersection. She dared not glance away from the road, and instead focused on blaming her over-active sex drive for her strange behavior. She only allowed one thought to run through her mind...

"When this shifts over, I've GOT to get laid. I'm getting just a little too worked up..."

Calling on the full power of her resolve, Sherry shoved the urges down. She took several deep breaths as she drove, trying to steady herself for the next few hours of work. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, she was certain she'd gotten a firm handle on herself.


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The smell of the clinic hit Sherry like a bomb going off in her nose as soon as she opened the door. After being there for several months, she'd have thought she was used to it by now, but apparently not. The various scents that assaulted her all at once... they seemed stronger today... and somehow different. She inhaled deeply, trying to figure out what it was...

"There you are!" Becky chirped at the flustered, puzzled looking young woman. She couldn't help but notice how flushed Sherry's cheeks appeared to be. "You alright? You look like you're upset."

"Ugh, it's just been a long day. I just... you know... had some stuff... uuuhh..." Her words were interrupted by another unexpected twinge of arousal. She thought she'd gotten this under control before she walked into the clinic, but now the crude desires surged again, even stronger than before. Her moist privates felt like they were melting.

Suddenly she remembered she'd been talking, and Becky was still waiting for her to finish her thought. "Uhhhh... just, rough day, like I said. And then I got caught at that stupid light again..."

"Oh my god, they so need a turn arrow there. You know, I heard you've still got like a thirty second grace period after the light turns red. It's like a law in some states. Not sure about this one though."

Sherry could only stare in disbelief at Becky. Sometimes, she couldn't believe the things that came out of that girls mouth. "Uh, wha...?"

"Holy crap, is she talking about what I think she is?"

"Yeah, thirty seconds. Or maybe it was twenty? I don't know, it was on some radio thing."

Sherry knew exactly what "radio thing" Becky meant. She knew, because she'd listened to the same one. The DJ's on the local radio morning show were complaining about bad drivers, and people who didn't seem to know what traffic lights are for. The bit about "grace periods" was simply a smart-ass remark about how some people ignore when the light turns red. The girl was quoting sarcasm as fact, and didn't even know it.

"Oh my god, this girl has the IQ of cabbage..."

"I'm not sure they meant... like... " Sherry intended to explain to Becky why she was an idiot... without actually calling her one, of course. She'd learned to be a bit more tactful than she'd been in high school. But the smell that permeated the clinic today... god, she was certain it was different. Between that, and the constant dull throb between her thighs... Sherry could hardly concentrate on anything.

"... I think that they were being... like... uuugghh... whatever, isn't your shift about over?"

"Huh? Oh crap, yeah I was supposed to be out like ten minutes ago! Ha! Oh my gosh, I did it again! I'd better get going. I think Dr. Reynolds wanted you to help with something, he's in... um... oh, exam room three!

"Surprised he's not in the back plowing Ashley again. Those two go at it like rabbits every chance they get."

She took another unintentional whiff of air as Becky gathered her belongings scattered around the front desk. "Ah, geez, why does everything smell weird today? I hope I'm not getting sick..."

"Well, I gotta run, see ya!"

"Okay, see you later." Sherry replied as Becky started to prance out the door. The girl was just a few years older, and a full fledged veterinary technician, not just an intern like Sherry. And yet for the life of her, Sherry still couldn't figure out what the hell Becky actually did around here.

At any rate, she didn't have time to worry about it right now. She was already late, Dr. Reynolds was probably wondering where the hell she was by now, so she needed to get to exam room three pronto.

The scent of medicine and animals was getting stronger to her nostrils as she made her way down the hall to the exam room. On the plus side, Becky's somewhat... misguided assertions had taken Sherry's mind off of her own strange behavior, at least a little. Though her body still ached with the need for some good, old fashioned, down and dirty...

"Focus, you dumb bitch, focus!" Sherry internally scolded herself. "You're already off to a bad start today, just get it together and do whatever they need you to do. Then you can go work this out of your system, sound good?" The internal Sherry happily agreed with herself as she reached the exam room. She practically flung the door open, ready to be the happy, helpful, eager to learn intern that she needed to be right now.

"Hi Dr. Reynolds, sorry I'm laaaaaa..." The sight in front of her sent her reeling. Her mouth dropped open, as a wave of hot, churning sexual need rocked her body. Her already moist womanhood practically drenched itself now, and she steadied herself against the door frame to take some of the load off of her suddenly weakened knees.

There in front of her, was her boss, Dr. Mike Reynolds, along with another veterinary tech named Ashley. She'd known they had a thing for each other for quite some time. Everyone did. In fact, it was practically common knowledge that the two of them had snuck off to have their little flings all over the clinic. No one had ever caught them in the act though.

Sherry would have been far more at ease with her body's reaction, had that been what she walked in on. Unfortunately, it wasn't. There they were, both fully clothed in their vet scrubs, giving an innocent and completely routine examination... to one of the most... healthy looking male Rottweiler's Sherry had ever laid eyes on.

It was Max, one of the dogs a local family had boarded with the clinic while they were on vacation for a couple of weeks. Along with his brother Jumbo, Max was being kept in the kennel out back. Today, though, they were getting their shots, something the family had asked to be taken care of while they were away.

"Sherry! We'd just about given up on you today. I went ahead and got Ashley to help with Max's examination. We were just finishing up his shots..." Dr. Reynolds trailed off as he noticed Sherry, staring at Max with a surprised, yet somehow vacant, expression.

"Um... you okay?"

Sherry had to pull on every ounce of willpower she could muster to respond to her boss's simple question.

"Uh... yeah... yeah! I'm fine... just tired, sorry." Her voice was shaky as she spoke, and she was breathing like she'd just run a marathon. She forced her eyes away from Max, trying to ignore him... and his suddenly much stronger scent.

"Okay, you just seem a little out of sorts."

"Yeah, I know... sorry. It's been a rough day... I'm alright though.

"Alright, well, in that case, do me a favor and run Max back down to the kennel. He's all done here."

Sherry's body cried out "yes," but her mind was screaming "no!" The way her body was reacting to this animal... it was becoming all too apparent that something was terribly wrong. Being horny was one thing, but this... this was definitely not normal.

"Yeah... okay, sure. I'll take care of it," she said weakly, feeling extremely uneasy about having to handle this... distinctly male animal just now. Still, she couldn't just not do her job, just because her body had decided to have some kind of inexplicable meltdown. With a click, the doctor clipped the leash around Max's collar, holding it out to Sherry expectantly. She took it with a shaky hand, trying not to let her reluctance... and her other feelings... show through.

"Okay, come on boy. Let's... let's get you... back... locked up, alright?" She said, trying to sound normal as she went about her assigned task.

"Oh, and one other thing," added Reynolds. "While you're in there, do me a favor and check the cages. You know, just make sure the other dogs are secure. Becky fed them earlier, and... well, you know Becky. Just make sure she locked everything up, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, I will." With a tug, Sherry was quickly leading Max out of the room, and down the hall towards the kennel.

"Does she seem a little off to you today?" Dr. Reynolds asked his assistant bluntly.

"Who knows? Probably broke up with a boyfriend or something." Replied Ashley, not terribly concerned about Sherry's odd behavior. She was far more interested in something else at the moment. "So, now that we're alone... we've got a little time before the next appointment is scheduled. You wanna... do some stuff?" She smiled, pressing herself against the doctor suggestively.

“Hmmm, what'd you have in mind?"

Ashley cut her eyes at him playfully. "Take a wild guess..."



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Sherry moved purposefully down the hallway towards the kennel in the back, doing her best to avoid paying Max any attention whatsoever. It wasn't easy. Aside from him being a fairly large dog, Sherry could also smell him... intensely. Everything smelled stronger, but him especially... the scent was a constant reminder that he was right there. She tried to ignore the pleasant but completely unwanted shudders coming from her now dripping sex as she hurried along, practically dragging poor Max with her. Sherry was normally far more gentle with the animals she worked with. But right now, she just needed to complete this task as quickly as she could. And then hopefully, she could get her head together and get herself under control.

"What the fuck, girl? Get it together!" She caught sight of the employee bathroom as they passed by it, getting an idea.

"Okay, I'll drop Max off, then I'll just hit the restroom and... take care of this, privately. Shouldn't take too long, just work out the tension and then get back to work."

It wasn't the first time Sherry had ducked away for a quick auto-erotic romp, especially on days when she was in a bad mood and needed a pick-me-up. She'd never done it here though. Here, she was actually happy about what she was doing. Usually, she was so focused on pursuing her dreams that even her hyperactive hormones didn't distract her... much. It seemed that today, though, she'd have to make an exception. Considering what Ashley and Mike were probably up to at the moment, she wasn't going to give herself any grief over this. Tonight was just too far away... she needed to get some relief, now.

She was still trying not to acknowledge what had triggered such blatant lust as she approached the door to the kennel. But it was getting harder to pretend that this was just an average case of being horny. And as she stumbled through the door leading into the kennel, it became damn near impossible.

The smell hit her like a freight train as the door clanged shut behind her. There were two other dogs currently boarded with the clinic. One was a three year old female Collie named Princess. She was here for grooming, and had been spayed some time ago. Sherry gave her little thought, but her eyes were immediately drawn to the Rottweiler in the cage across from her. Max's brother, Jumbo.

A wave of dizziness hit her, accompanied by yet another surge of carnal need between her legs. The leash slipped from her hand, her eyes widening as she had a disturbing realization.

Up until now, she'd regarded the unusually strong odor coming off of Max as an annoyance. A distracting irritation unrelated to her body's strange behavior. But now, assaulted by the scent of two males at once, she realized, this wasn't just some coincidental oddity. The smell of these dogs... it was fueling her arousal!

"What... the fuck...?" She wobbled, leaning to brace one hand against the nearby wall as she tried to process what was happening. She could smell all three of the dogs at once, but could also distinguish their individual scents. Her body gave no reaction to the Collie... but Jumbo and Max... her legs began to tremble as her knees grew weaker. God, it was as if she could actually smell their maleness.

She hadn't realized it, but her body had begun giving off it's own scent, which was now affecting her companion. She heard a soft whimpering sound; Max had stayed next to her, even after she dropped his leash. She looked down at him, seeing him eye her with a certain... interest. His scent changed sharply, and Sherry almost collapsed from the signal that it sent her. She didn't understand how, but deep down, some primal part of her understood... she'd caught his interest, as a potential mate.

She fought with all her strength not to drop to the floor as her legs felt like they were melting into jelly. It wasn't just Max's scent. His body language was changing. The way he was trying to sniff at her, the excited little yip he gave, his increasingly impatient shuffling... she'd seen this behavior before. Even without the strange signal she was somehow getting from his scent... she knew. And if it hadn't already been clear enough, the sight of his canine member slowly emerging from it's sheath left little room for doubt.

She stood for a moment, mesmerized, as pure animal instinct began to override her rational thinking mind. She was only vaguely aware as her knees began to bend... this male... she needed... to present herself...

Sherry gasped as she suddenly realized where her body was taking her.

"Oh... OH HELL NO!" Summoning all her will, Sherry forced the unnatural urges away. She bent down just enough to grab Max's leash, and pulled him toward the cages with even more force than she'd used before. She had to get this dog locked away from her before she did the unthinkable...

With shaky hands, she retrieved the key from the nearby hook, undid the lock to Max's cage, and swung the door open. He didn't seem too excited to get in though. He seemed far more interested in the smell coming from between Sherry's legs. She nearly doubled over when he turned suddenly, sticking his nose right into her privates.

"UUrrrrh... oh... god...!" She nearly dropped the keys at the feel of his muzzle pressed against her, nothing separating them but the denim of her jeans and the thin panties underneath.

"Urrr... oh, fuck Max... get... urrrgh... get in there!" Using her foot, she finally managed to shoo Max into his cage. She was really trying not to be too rough with him. But it was either that, or... something else.

Finally, she managed to slam the door to the cage shut, securing the lock with her trembling fingers. Stepping away, she returned the key to it's hook, and then leaned against the wall, trying to steady her heavy breathing and pounding heart. There was another door just past the cages, a large glass door which served as a rear exit from the clinic. Her earlier plan to retreat into the restroom no longer seemed sufficient. She needed to get away from this freaking smell! The whole clinic was covered in the scent of dogs, her only shot at relief was fresh air.

Pulling herself together, Sherry headed for the exit, trying to ignore Max's frustrated whimpers, and the response her body tried to give. If she could just get outside for a minute, maybe she could clear her head. If it was secluded enough out back, maybe she could even... relieve her tension as she'd planned.

Her new plan came to a crashing halt as she pushed the bar to open the door... only to discover it was locked. "Arh, fuck it! Are yrou kidding mre..." Her voice cracked as she blurted out her frustration.

Utterly exhausted from her efforts to fight her own urges, she leaned her head against the door, trying to get herself under control. She couldn't go back to work out in the main clinic, not like this. There would be more dogs out there, and the whole building reeked of them. If she couldn't get a handle on this now...

She reconsidered her earlier idea about the bathroom, but that option seemed increasingly insufficient. As she took in the odors coming from the two dogs, she became increasingly concerned. She needed to get out of here. Away from the clinic, completely, until she figured out what was wrong. As much as she hated it, she knew she had only one real option.

"I'm sick. That's what I'll say. I'll just tell them I'm not feeling good, then go home. It happens to everyone. It's not like I'm perfect or..."

"ARF!" Her train of thought was interrupted by the barking from one of the cages behind her. Jumbo seemed to be getting worked up now, along with his brother. Without thinking, Sherry took an involuntary whiff of the air... and caught his scent... it was changing in the same way she'd noticed Max's had. A fresh wave of need rocked her body, and she braced against the locked door with both hands... it seemed his interest had been roused as well. She kept her eyes focused on the empty parking area outside through the glass, trying not to look at the animals her body seemed to crave.

"This is fucking STUPID! Damn it, they're fucking dogs! What the hell is wrong...?"

Her blood ran cold, as her mind offered up the answer she'd been avoiding. She'd known since this afternoon, deep down... there was something about that old woman's words to her.

"... Dogs in heat... "

Reality came crashing down on her. This wasn't a coincidence. There had to be a connection to this and that crazy old bat from earlier. But how could she make Sherry act like this, with just a few simple words? It didn't make sense, was it some kind of hypnosis maybe? Was that even possible? Apparently so, considering how she'd been behaving. If that was it, maybe it would wear off soon? Ann always told her she was suggestible...

"Ann..."

Sherry's own predicament seemed suddenly unimportant, as another realization set in. The old woman's words... she hadn't said dog, she'd said dogs. Plural. And she'd specifically called Ann out... something about “benefiting from her gift...”

Sherry's concern intensified as she recalled dropping Ann at her apartment She'd been acting different... completely out of character.

"Holy shit... Ann!" With a lightning quickness, Sherry snatched her phone from her pocket. Was Ann going through this too?

"Shit, if I'm this shaken up, poor Ann's probably having a nervous breakdown!" She found Ann's cell number in her contact list, and pressed dial. Her fingers felt stiff as she fumbled with the touch screen, but she gave it little thought. She had more pressing concerns.

"The person you are trying to call has a voice mailbox that has not been set up yet.... "

Sherry groaned in aggravation. "Geez Ann, why have a cell if you're not even gonna use it?! Set up the freakin' voice mail at least..." She fumbled through her contacts again, this time finding the number for Ann's land line in her apartment. "Should have known to try this first."

As she waited for Ann to pick up, she could still feel her body calling out for her to find some way to fill it's cravings. But for now, her concern for her best friend had taken precedence. She could hear both Max and Jumbo, jumping against their cage doors. "Hmmm... the hypnosis thing doesn't really explain what's up with them..."

She didn't have time to worry about that though, as her call finally got a response. ""Hi, this is Ann. I'm not able to take your call right now, but leave your name and number and I'll get back to you."

Sherry rolled her eyes. Of course she had to get the stupid machine now. Considering how Ann had been acting earlier, she had probably zoned out with a book... or... "Oh hell... Bumper... no way, not Ann... "

BEEP

Sherry fumbled for words, trying to figure out what to say. There was still a chance this was all somehow in her head, and she didn't want to sound crazy or perverted. Well, more perverted than she normally did, at least.

"Ann? It's Sherry. Hey, listen... this is gonna sound kind of crazy, but... something weird is going on. I... I don't know if I can explain it on the phone. Just give me a call and let me know you're okay. Alright... what?"

A loud "THUNK," followed by the squeaking of one of the cage doors being pushed open startled Sherry. She spun around to face the cages, just in time to see Jumbo, happily trotting out into the open. He barked excitedly, catching a fresh whiff of the new scent her body was giving off.

Becky. She'd fed the dogs earlier, but the ditz hadn't secured the lock on Jumbo's cage like she was supposed to.

"Oh... shit... Becky, you furcking... stupirrrrd... grrraarrgh!"

She caught sight of the animal's already erect member. Suddenly, the strange, feral urges she'd been fighting off, began to fight back even harder.

A wave of... something... washed over her. A spasm... she didn't know what it was, she'd never felt anything like it before. All she knew, was that it felt like every muscle in her body seemed to tense up. Her face... arms... legs... everything began to tingle. Like her whole body was going to sleep. More strange spasms rolled over her, and in the process, she lost her grip on the phone. It clambered to the hard concrete floor with a bang, something that would have been a disaster on any other day. But at the moment, she didn't have time to care, as these strange... but not unpleasant sensations... continued to wrack her body.

"Urrrgh.... whraat... ther... furk... ARRRHH!" Her body seized up in an especially strong spasm. She dropped to her knees, overcome by whatever was happening to her. Jumbo watched her cautiously, confused but intrigued by her behavior.

"Urrghh... ooorrhh.... whart's harppening...urrr.." She whimpered, her voice taking on a strange pitch. Having spent as much time around animals as she had recently, she couldn't help but notice a certain similarity between the sound she was inadvertently making, and the animal that was staring her down.

"Ooorrr.... ooorrhh god....nooorr...." Cold realization set in. Suddenly, she understood with grim certainty, exactly what the old woman had meant with her words. As Sherry heard the sounds coming from her own throat... as she felt the strange way her body was beginning to tense and writhe... the unquenchable lust bubbling up within her... she knew full well. Even though it shouldn't have been possible, somehow, it was happening.

She was actually becoming a bitch in heat.

"No, this can't be happening! That's not real! People don't turn into dogs!”

"Noorrr.... I'rrrm, norrt... orrrrr.... doorrg... arrr..." She tried to force the words out, but her voice didn't want to cooperate.

"Oh god, no! I'm... I'm losing my voice! Please no! I don't want this! I don't..."

"Heerrrrrr....." She almost howled as another spasm rocked her, and then, her fears were confirmed as an intense, but somehow painless cramp, suddenly seized both hands.

She watched, absolutely stunned, as her hands began to stretch and flex right before her eyes. She brought her hand closer to her face, observing as the nails began to darken, curving into dogs claws even as her fingers began to shrink. She could feel them stiffening, and desperately tried to wiggle them even as they morphed before her eyes.

"Noorrr... pleearrrrse... storrrp thirrrs!!!"

"I told you about using that word..."

Sherry's earlier, playful scolding of Ann came flooding back into her mind all at once.

"Oh god, Ann... is this happening to you too?"

"Pleearrrrse... dorrn't... charrrnge urrrs..."

Even as she pleaded with whatever force may hear, she found the words harder to form, and could feel her body starting to tingle even more. As if purposefully in response to her request, dark, brown fur began to creep over her skin, emerging from her pores and covering her arms and hands in a matter of seconds. She could feel the same thing happening on her legs, even as her feet twisted within her shoes.

Her stomach churned, and she brought one of her misshapen hands down to it absentmindedly. She could feel the skin on her belly rippling beneath her shirt. And then, with a somehow very feminine sensation, she felt several small bumps begin to spring into existence on her underside. She could feel the dogs teats as they developed, settling in beneath her sensitive breasts.

"Rrrrrr... ROFFF! ROFF!"

Her wet, aching snatch jerked at the sound of Jumbo's deep barking. She dropped both of her altered hands to the cold concrete floor, trying to hold herself up and not collapse completely to the ground.

"Urrrgh.... orrr... hrrrmm..." She whimpered and groaned at the carnal need that pulsed between her thighs... thighs that she could feel, were becoming covered in a soft coating of fur beneath her jeans.

Jumbo took a few cautious steps towards her, sniffing at the air. He seemed uncertain about the situation. But the smell now emanating from Sherry was triggering instincts which he couldn't deny. Nor could Sherry, as she found herself looking the animal over even as her mind screamed for her to look away.

“Grrrr..." Sherry growled, her lip curling back into a beastial snarl.

"Ughrrrrrr...." She inhaled and exhaled in a quick, steady rhythm, her eyes fixed on the site in front of her.

"Rrrr...rah, ahrrrrrRRROOOOWW!" Her voice pitched and deepened, as the inner animal she was struggling to contain began to force its way beyond her feeble attempts to control it.

A feeling of pressure began to build in her lower back, just above her shapely backside. She groaned again, her eyes widening as a furry dogs tail began to slowly push it's way from the base of her spine. She could feel it bunching up, confined by her pants and underwear.

"Ooorr... hrrrmmmm... " She whimpered, the sensation of it pushing from her body sending strange chills of pleasure up her spine. She could feel the fur creeping up over her back now. She could also feel her new teats, brushing against her shirt as they became more developed.

Her attention was drawn from her bodies strange changes by the sound of a door opening. She was gripped with fear at getting caught like this... then considered the possibility that maybe someone else could help. It hadn't even crossed her mind before, she'd been so caught up in what was happening and just trying to stop it. But that didn't seem to be working. She knew she'd probably freak somebody out like this... but at this point, did she have a choice?

Her own concerns didn't seem to matter now, since someone was already walking in. She had no option really. Like it or not, this situation was upon her. It couldn't hurt to try.

She glanced at the door leading back into the clinic, but then reliazed that it wasn't the door she'd heard. Whoever had entered had come from behind. Through the door to the back parking area.

"Wait, I thought that door was locked? Ah fuck, who cares, as long as they can help..." As the door closed, Sherry heard footsteps on the concrete floor behind her. Footsteps that stopped rather abruptly. She could only imagine what the poor soul must have been thinking, stumbling onto her like this.

Still on hands and knees, Sherry turned, trying to face whoever had just arrived. It was awkward though, her body didn't seem to be moving quite the way it should be. The strange spasms and distracting needs didn't help much, either.

"Pleearrrse... Irrr... dorrrn't, knoorrrw wharrrt's harrrrperrning... Irr... thirnk I'rrm turrrnirng..." She stopped as she caught sight of who had joined her in the kennel.

It was her. The old woman from the restaurant, looking Sherry over with a mischievous smile.

“...Cerina ...”

Sherry whimpered, as her hopes for aid were dashed.