I woke up literally starving, or at least that's what it felt like. There was this terrible gnawing in my stomach as if I hadn't eaten in weeks. I opened my eyes wondering what I'd done to work up such an appetite, but all thought was suspended as instinct took over.

There was a nipple there, right in front of my nose, and my stomach said that's where food came from. I latched on, and was soon slurping down on warm tasty milk.

As the edge was taken off my hunger, I realized others were crowding around me, searching blindly for the nipples, and jostling each other for their meal. I knew exactly what was going on, and made sure I kept my position till mine ran dry.

I was somewhat sated finally, but as cruel as it sounds, I looked for the biggest guy, the bully who usually got more than his share, and bumped him out of the way, taking over his nipple as he went in search of another. When I could finally hold no more, I snuggled down with the rest of the warm bodies for a nap.

I remembered then, the disorientation I had felt upon awakening. As conscious thought returned, I realized there was only one explanation. I was a dog. A puppy, actually. I squirmed around and tried to get a look at myself, and saw that I was black on top, and tan underneath including all four of my legs. I didn't know about my ears or head, but I also noticed that at least I was still male.

Finally, I could stave off sleep no longer, and curled down between my litter and my mother. I laughed inside, as often as I've been called a son of a bitch, I never thought it'd really happen. A bit of dust from the straw got up my nose, causing me to sneeze twice, but soon the world faded from view.

I was so excited. It was the first day of summer vacation. I was twelve now, and finally done with elementary school. The next time I got on the bus, I'd be getting off at the middle school instead.

I looked out the window to the dark sky and wondered what time it was. Four o'clock!? I'd never get back to sleep now, and my friends would never forgive me if I called them at this time of night. They had all looked forward to sleeping in today, and agreed to meet at my house around noon for lunch.

I climbed out of bed, and went over to the mirror. I pulled the nightshirt off over my head and looked at my tits, rubbing the nipples gently. They had stopped hurting a couple of weeks ago, and the nipples looked like they had a pencil tip lodged under them causing them to poke out nearly an inch.

I pulled my panties down. I still couldn't see any hair down there, but I could feel a sparse layer of down just above my slit. Heather said that the more you masturbate, the thicker it would grow, but I didn't notice any change, and I'd been doing it once every morning and twice every night for the past two months.

Well, I certainly didn't want to stay in the house. If I was up, I might as well get my chores out of the way, and have the rest of the day to myself. I slipped on an old tanktop, and decided I'd be daring and wear my favorite pair of baggy cutoffs, but no panties :)......(cont)