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Post by observer on Mar 28, 2012 2:26:49 GMT -4
As Trina opened the door outside Rhonda covered her eyes with one hand, holding up her stretched out maid uniform with the other hand. "Here we are." Trina said as Rhonda's eyes ajusted to the outside light. She saw a large gated area full of different dogs. Following the gate toward the mansion it seemed to lead to a door and a couple doggy doors.
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Post by roym on Mar 28, 2012 9:04:42 GMT -4
Rhonda wonders what in hell anyone would need with so many different dogs, and asks as much. However as she's lead through the other door, she can't help but shudder; more than a few dogs just silently want her march of shame, and damn if it didn't feel creepy.
"So, what, I gotta feed the dogs now?"
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Post by observer on Mar 28, 2012 9:20:45 GMT -4
"You have to look after and play with the dogs." Trina said as they walked through the other door. Inside was a large fenced off area for the big dogs and a smaller space for the little dogs. There was also a counter with a clipboard on top. "All the dogs have tags, but their owners names are here. Try not to sign out the wrong dog when someone comes to get them. Treats and your new clothes are in the cupboard on the backside of the counter."
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Post by roym on Mar 28, 2012 9:27:08 GMT -4
Rhonda nods, though why this is a big damn deal doesn't really register. "Yeah, sure. I imagine I can't eat the dog food either, huh?" she says, kicking off her ruined shoes and pulling open the cupboard.
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Post by observer on Mar 28, 2012 9:40:10 GMT -4
"The dog food won't make you fat again, but I don't know too many people who would willingly eat dog food either." Trina said as Rhonda pulled out a white and pink jogging top & shorts. Rhonda noticed a quarter sized hole in the back of the shorts just above the butt. She looked up to ask Trina about the hole only to find the maid already heading for the door.
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Post by roym on Mar 28, 2012 9:49:39 GMT -4
Rhoda really doesn't give a damn at the moment, thankful to the solitude, though getting the outfit on is a bit of a chore by herself. Mostly because her underwear was stretched to hell and back as well, but the top takes some effort to get on. She thinks it was trying to resize somehow WHILE she was fitting it. The bottom fits easier though it makes the small of her back itch for some reason. A nagging reason. Once it's on, Rhonda kicks the stretched out maid suit away under a table and looks through the cupboard for shoes...
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Post by observer on Mar 28, 2012 9:55:41 GMT -4
Digging through the cluttered cupboard for a few minutes had her wondering if she'd have to go in the heels or barefoot. Moving aside a bag of raw hides she finaly found a pair of sneakers with pink bone stitches on the sides.
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Post by roym on Mar 28, 2012 9:57:47 GMT -4
Rhonda ignores a growing itch over her coccyx and shoves the sneakers on. At least they're flats, she thinks,while getting up and trying them out. As she does so, one particularly annoying dog back seems to haunt her, and Rhonda doesn't stop to wonder why she knows it's a collie...
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Post by observer on Mar 30, 2012 8:32:08 GMT -4
Rhonda finds the sneakers more comfortable than the heels she'd been forced to wear earlier. However she doesn't notice as the stub of a tail begins to push out the hole of the jogging shorts, slowly growing longer. Hair, or rather fur, begins to grow as well as she scratches an itch coming from her rear.
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Post by roym on Mar 30, 2012 15:20:53 GMT -4
Rhonda finally notices something amiss as she attempts to scratch that itch. Only she feels her way across the base of a growing tail instead. "ARGH!!" she yelps, spinning in place and only getting dizzy and furrier for it. Her ears feel like millions of ants are descending on them and the tail 'floomps' getting heavier and fluffier. "DAMMIT, TRINA!!" she howls, feeling more changes about to overtake her.
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Post by observer on Mar 30, 2012 15:24:01 GMT -4
Her nose starts to turn black as fur began spreading up across her belly and down her thighs. Breathing through her nose she realized that some odars smelled stronger as her face began to push out into a muzzle.
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Post by roym on Mar 30, 2012 15:34:04 GMT -4
Clearly in panic mode, Rhoda does the smart thing and... tries to push her face back in from whence it grew. The fur is *murder* on her with it's newfound itching and she's barely able to keep herself from rolling around trying to get the itching to stop. Oh God, will it stop? Is she going to be stuck on all fours now??
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Post by observer on Mar 30, 2012 15:40:40 GMT -4
As she tries to push her growing muzzle back Rhonda notices her nails turning black and growing a bit longer. She could feel her toe nails growing as well in the shoes as fur began spreading inside her jogging top. As she blinks she notices the colors of the room dulling over as her eyes begin to change.
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Post by roym on Mar 30, 2012 15:49:17 GMT -4
Rhonda rubs at her eyes in vain, trying to get the color back in, but odds are it won't help much. She starts scratching herself all over, trying to quell the itch but eventually she just gives up. As long as she's on two legs, she tries to tell herself, it's like wearing a very itchy suit...
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Post by observer on Mar 30, 2012 15:56:11 GMT -4
She watches as fur begins spreading across her new muzzle and her arms. Feeling her itchy ears she quickly realizes they've become pointy dog ears. "Treat?" She hears someone say behind her. Turning around Rhonda sees no one but a mini pincher.
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