Chapter 7 - Nature Calls
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Max woke up on the couch under a blanket the next morning. He must've had fallen asleep in Thiago's arms, who had probably left him there so as not to disturb his sleep. Warm light streaming in the window gave the promise of a warm day.
He stretched his fore and hind legs, feeling the joints crack as they extended forward. Getting up, he hopped onto the floor; his legs felt more stable this morning. He moved about the floor, padding around. The limbs were more comfortable, as if they had adjusted to being used for walking on all fours. Confidence grew within Max, and he adopted a slight swagger was as he walked on all fours.
"I'm a good boy," he smiled to himself, happy at how he was adapting to his life as a dog and achieving his place on all fours on the floor. His tongue lolled in pleasure. "What am I saying?" he had to stop himself. "Of course it's ok to feel more comfortable, but its not a good thing. I shouldn't be happy that I'm getting used to being on all fours. Keep your head together. You're a man, not a dog," he repeated to himself.
He looked at his body. The arms had now fully morphed into the fore legs of a dog's. Brown fur had spread all the way up to his armpits and the limbs were thin, having lost the muscles of his human biceps. His head lowered in disappointed. He was losing his buff body. Similarly, his legs were now the hind legs of a dog's, fully covered in fur up to his waist. He could no longer see his cute bubble butt or his thick thighs that he had worked so long in developing at the gym. They were now the hairy hindquarters of a dog, his tail now looking at home swishing there. His torso and head were largely unchanged, thankfully.
Max was going to check his body more but a delicious smell wafted in from the kitchen. His mouth watered and he couldn't help but run out, his legs much more powerful, and he felt quite steady on his legs. The natural feeling was unsettling to say the least.
Thiago was frying bacon and sausages at the stove. It was their usual weekend breakfast, but it smelled even more delicious to Max's heightened senses.
Max was practically slobbering. He moved towards Thiago who was standing in his short pants by the stove. As Steve stood next to him on all fours, he was taken aback by how tall Thiago was looming above him. Sure, he had always been tall, even when Max had been standing on two legs, but now Thiago looked like a giant from the floor. Max nuzzled his face against Thiago's leg, feeling the warm skin and leg hair bristle across his cheek. It gave him pleasure to feel Thiago close to him. His boyfriend's musk was inviting.
Thiago finally noticed Max. The sound of meat frying had drowned out the pitter patter of Max's claws across the tiled floor. "Good morning," he reached down and petted his boyfriend on the head, giving his hair a ruffle.
"Morning," Max rolled his eyes, lolled his tongue, and wagged his tail at the pleasure of Thiago scratching his head. They continued for a few seconds until they both caught themselves, embarrassment coming over them. They were acting like owner and pet, man and dog. Both reminded themselves they needed to remember who they were, and what they were: boyfriends of equal standing.
"You were all tuckered out last night. I didn't want to move you. Did you sleep ok?"
"Yeah, I slept well," Max sat on his haunches and peered up at his boyfriend. It was strange having a conversation with your boyfriend from the floor as they looked down at you. The perspective was all off. He'd have to get used to it if his body kept progressive to that of a dog's. Max shook his head of the thought.
"Doesn't look like too much of you has changed," Thiago looked down at Max.
"Yeah, thankfully," Max wagged his tail. "My appetite is crazy though, I'm starved," Max licked his lips, his long tongue slurping his mouth.
