Tommy was walking in the woods with his dog George, a large, rather scraggle-haired mutt with brown hair of indeterminate breed who trailed faithfully alongside him with his tongue hanging out and a happy-go-lucky attitude that didn't care what they did as long as they did it together, the epitome of the kind of dog that a boy of any age is so lucky to have. Tommy would swear that George understood him and it was true that George obeyed Tommy faithfully in almost everything he wanted George to do, as long as he understood what that was. Of course, that wasn't all that often, but Tommy didn't care, he always forgave George and they ended it with a hug by Tommy and wet licks of the tongue by George on Tommy's face.
That later afternoon, Tommy was checking the animal traps he had set in the wood, he would capture squirrels or rabbits or other small game which his mother could skin and cook up for their meals, the two of them were alone in this isolated house ever since his father died some four years ago. Twelve-year-old Tommy did what he could to help his mother by weeding their vegetable garden and capturing animals to help stretch their food budget, his mother's work as a waitress didn't pay much and he had to be the man of the house.
He stopped at one trap, a cage trap meant to capture live raccoons, foxes or other larger animals for sale of their pelts, and stopped in shock. The cage trap held a small man inside, who was cursing up a storm at being held captive.
"Who or what are you?" he asked the little man.
"What am I, you ask?" the man said. "What do I look like, an octopus?
"Are you a...leprechaun?" Tommy asked.
"Do I look like a leprechaun? We're not in Ireland, you ninny! I'm a popoch. There's more in this world than you simple humans know about!"
Tommy ignored that. "If you're a leprechaun, then I shouldn't let you go unless you grant me a wish."
"Aaaagh, I was afraid you might figure that out. Very well, set me free and I'll grant you a wish. Is that a deal?"
"Sure!" Tommy agreed quickly. "I know just the wish I want, too!"
"Very well, set me free, then tell me your wish."
"How do I know you'll do it if I let you go first?" Tommy asked suspiciously.
"Land's sake, I said I would, didn't I? If I was going to lie to you, I'd just lie and say I would grant the wish and cast an illusion that faded away after a moment. No, I'm an popoch of my word, and I'll grant your wish, no trick and no schemes, honest and truthfully, that's the bargain."
"All right, then." Tommy opened the cage door and the little man stepped out and waited.
"I want you to turn my dog George into a human being," Tommy said. "A man, big enough and old enough to take care of me and my mother like my father used to do."
"I'm a popoch of my word and the magic will be done. Go home and your dog will be transformed into a human tonight."
"You're not fooling me, are you?" Tommy asked.
The popoch replied angrily. "I'm not that silly woman on the TV show who twitches her nose to make magic! I said I would do it and I will, now go and never come this way again!"
Tommy agreed and took George home and waited to see what would happen. George didn't seem to know or care about the little man or his magic, he was the same rambunctious playmate he ever was and they had a great game of fetch in the backyard before his mother came home and made them supper. Tommy went to bed and George climbed in the bed and curled up next to him like always, a warm furry presence that reassured Tommy like no teddy bear ever would or could.
Tommy's mother had to leave the house very early in the morning as she worked the morning shift as a waitress until the after-lunch shift, so Tommy was not awakened by her, he slept until he was awakened by George who was licking his cheek as always, but the tongue felt different this morning, instead of the big, wet, rasping tongue of a dog, this was a smaller, softer organ that was slobbering up the left side of his face.
"Ugh, ahhh, stop it, George, I'm awake!" he said as always, wiping the side of his face as he always did and he looked over blearily at George. His eyes popped wide open in shock. This wasn't George! This was a man looking at him, he had George's sparkling brown eyes, and his hair was the same rather ruffled color of George's coat, but this man was a brawny, handsome stud who (George looked down at him) was stark naked and had a fair amount of body hair on him, the hair on his chest the same color as George's white belly fur!
"Good morning, Tommy, wake up, wake up, it's morning, let's go eat, I'm hungry, let's eat and then go play, it's morning, come on, Tommy, get up and let's go eat and then go play, come on, come on!" the man babbled at him, a big silly grin wide on his face, the perfect teeth shining at him.
"George, is that you?"
"Yes, yes, I am George, I am me, I love you, Tommy, I love you so much, I love you!" and the man reached down and began to lick him profusely again.
All of this was George's usual behavior, mind you, but with a man it was disconcerting to say the least. Tommy pushed the man back and said, "George, George! Stop a moment and look at yourself! You're a human now, a man!"
"Yes, I am a man, just like you wanted, I like being what you want me to be, because I love you and I want you to be happy because I love you, Tommy, I love you so much!" George agreed happily.
"Wow!" Tommy said, "Well, first thing I have to do is teach you how to be a man, I guess, instead of a dog."
"First we eat and then we play, Tommy, that is what we do!" George insisted.
"Okay, first we eat," Tommy agreed.
"Hurray!" George jumped off the bed and (no doubt about it) scampered toward the kitchen. He had no trouble moving on two feet instead of four at least, that would help a lot.
Tommy dressed and went to the kitchen where George was jumping up and down noisily and pointing at the cupboard where the bag of dog food was kept. "There it is, there it is, give me my food, Tommy, give me my food!"
"Whoa, first trick to teach you is how to sit at the table and eat human food." Tommy got two bowls and poured them both two bowls of cereal. Soon as he was done, George tried to shove his head into the bowl and Tommy had to yelp, "Stop, George!"
George whimpered and fidgeted, but Tommy showed him how to use a spoon and scoop up the cereal one spoonful at a time and George, willing to be a good dog/human and obey, did so, but once he had Tommy's approval on how he did it, began to scoop the food up rapidly, consuming the entire contents of the bowl quickly and with the milk now predominant, sloppily. His whole body was coated with milk that had slopped over.
Tommy relented and showed him how to lift the bowl and drink the milk that way, then George sat with the milk dripping off his body. Tommy continued to eat his own cereal, only half done.
George said, "I like these hands, they do a lot for you, don't they? I must find out what to do with these hands, they do so much!"
"You can find out, because you are so messy, the next thing we do will be a bath."
George, being a dog recently, reacted to that as expected. "Oh, a bath, I don't want a bath, I don't want a bath!"
"Not a bath, a shower, I mean. You and I will take a shower together and I will teach you how to shower."
"I have watched you shower, it is like rain, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's like rain, only it comes down in a small spot very fast, so you can get clean with it."
"I like rain a lot, so I will let you shower me," George agreed. "I feel very sticky with the milk."
"You have to learn to eat slowly, George. The food will wait for you, it won't go anywhere, you can eat slowly, and it will taste better if you chew it slowly instead of gulping it." Tommy advised him.
Done with breakfast and washing the bowls (George watched and Tommy showed him how to rinse the bowls and stack them to drain), they went into the bedroom where Tommy undressed and George said, looking from himself to Tommy. "You and I are much alike, only I have hair and you don't, also I am bigger all over, especially in my, uh...." He pointed down at his penis.
"Your dong," Tommy told him.
"Yes, my dong, I would lick my dong, but I can't reach it anymore, it is sticky with the milk but I can't reach it." George bemoaned. "Can I wash it in the shower?"
"Yes, you can."
"Hey, I can reach it with my hand!" George discovered brightly. "I can hold it and ooh, I can stroke it, look, it is getting nice and big!" His cock was getting erect, George had a nice eight-inch prick on him as a human. "This is a nice dong, I like this dong very much, it is easier to get to than my old one. I think I will like playing with it a whole lot!" He was now jacking it with his hand wildly.
"George, stop, you shouldn't do that, except when in bed," Tommy told him. "I hope to take you out into company, and you can't just do that anywhere, I want to put clothes on you and everything, so no playing with your dong except when we are alone or at night in the bed, okay?"
"Okay," George agreed, then brightened, "but we're alone now, aren't we?" He grabbed his cock again and began to jack anew.
Tommy had to laugh, George didn't know how to behave, is all. "Not right now, please, I want to take you into the shower." His own prick was getting stiff from watching George jack himself.
George did like the shower, though Tommy had to convince him to stop trying to bite the water as it came out of the shower head. He also liked the body soap that Tommy used on him, it was softer and much less of a trial than the stuff used on him in the tub of usually rather cold water he was bathed in. But as Tommy scrubbed him, George began to play with his pecker again and Tommy said, "Could you please not play with your weiner while I wash you?"
"Okay," George agreed and he saw Tommy's dick all stiff still from the excitement and he reached over and said brightly, "I'll play with yours, instead!" He gripped Tommy's five inches of still-growing prong and began to jack at it with zest.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh, guhhh-uhhhh, huhhhhhh!" Tommy couldn't help himself, it just felt so blamed good! "Ohhhhh, George, stop that, please, this isn't a good time for this, wait until we get into the bed, okay?"
"Okay, can we get into the bed after we finish showering?" George asked.
"Well...okay," Tommy said.
He was done with George's washing anyhow, he rinsed George off and then himself and George stepped out and shook himself hard, sending water flying everywhere like any dog always does, but Tommy stopped him and dried him thoroughly and then himself, and George dashed for the bed and jumped onto it, making the mattress squeal alarmingly loud and said, "Come on, Tommy, come on, please, hurry, I want to play, I want to play in bed, please, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Tommy grinned and ran over and got into bed, a little more sedately and George grabbed him and pulled him tightly and began to lick his face all over. Tommy countered by capturing that tongue with his mouth and sucking on the tongue and George got the idea and when Tommy extended his own tongue into George's mouth a little later, George sucked on it the same way. George was always a fast learner, a real smart dog, Tommy mused.
George grabbed Tommy's cock again and Tommy grabbed George's and they began to jack each other and George whined like a dog does in his eagerness. "Unnnn-unnnn-un-un-un-unnnnnn!"
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh, uhhhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh!" Tommy agreed as his pud was pumped as fast and vigorously as any 12-year-old kid could ask his buddy to jack it for him at summer camp. "Mmmmmm, man, George, you jack my cock so good, I love how you jack me!"
"I love how you jack me, too!" George agreed. "I always had to lick my dong to make myself feel like this. Say! Can I lick your dong for you, Tommy? I bet I can do it really good for you!"
Tommy shivered in anticipation of that. "Okay, George, go ahead."
George slid around in the bed eagerly and his mouth got busy, the tongue darted out and began to lap and lick with a frenzy that drove Tommy wild. Damn, if he could convince this dog-turned-man to start sucking him...well, the best way to teach a dog a trick is to show him what to do.
He wriggled around in the bed to where he could get to the now-neglected prick that George had moved out of reach of Tommy's hand, and he said, "Hey, George, why don't you try doing this?" and he sank his mouth onto George's cock and began to slurp on it with lots of saliva and a vigorous up-and-down movement.
George groaned and began to imitate his master's actions loyally and soon both dog-man and master were happily slurping on each other's dongs, busily milking and pulling those foreskins back and forth and making the owners of those prods gasp and moan and groan and sigh.
George had no concept of holding back his passion and so he didn't last very long, he groaned, and without thinking to warn Tommy (nobody had told him), he went, "AH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HUH-GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and George shot a huge load of hot man-come into his master's unsuspecting mouth.
Tommy was caught off guard and he got a huge blast in his mouth before he knew what was going on, and he caught it, sputtered, choked, gulped, another one shot in, and he gulped as best he could, coughed and spunk flew everywhere after that, he was coughing up a storm and that spurted the goo back at George's crotch and George was too busy groaning and moaning to say or do anything or even think of doing anything and he finished and was panting hard with his tongue out, as befits a dog, and Tommy was still coughing and he managed to swallow what had still ended up in his mouth and he said, "Wow, that was a huge load you shot."
"Yeah, I usually do. But you haven't finished yet, have you." George loyally started sucking Tommy where he left off.
Tommy moaned and began to lick the come from George's crotch and lower abdomen where it had splattered and George sucked him faster than ever, now that he had the trick and Tommy soon moaned, "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, George, I'm coming, coming, OHHHHHH-OH-OH-OH-OH, OHHHHHHHH, OH-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His climax was less voluminous than the mature George but no less earth-shattering and George eagerly gulped down and savored the juicy mixture that his master shot into his lips.
"Mmmmm, that was delicious, Tommy!" George said eagerly, licking his chops like any dog does after he's eaten. "Can I have some more, can I, please?"
Tommy had to laugh, albeit weakly. "Later, Tommy, I can't shoot any right away, give me a while and I'll be ready to go again. Okay?"
"Well...okay," George said. "Can we go play fetch now? I bet I can catch the Frisbee a lot easier with these hands."
"I'm sure you can, too. You can even throw it back to me. Would you like to learn?"
"Sure!"
Tommy got George into some of his father's old clothes from the closet and they alternated playtime with lessons on how to act and talk and do things like sit on the couch instead of curling up on the floor, and George did okay, though he did still sort of forget, especially when lunch came around. He still wanted to just bend over and chomp on the meal instead of eating it slowly with the fork but Tommy coaxed him and George was always ready to learn. After that, they had another fun session in bed, sucking each other happily to another orgasm, and this time Tommy came first. After that were more lessons in being human and by the time Tommy's mother came home, George was mostly presentable if a bit hyperactive and overfriendly still.
Tommy judged it was best to simply tell his mother the entire truth and she had to accept the fact as actual, given the presence of George and the absence of his beloved pet. She allowed that having a man around the house was a good idea but he'd have to do work to earn his keep, she emphasized, and Tommy promised to work more with George to teach him things that would make him even more useful. His mother used the methods she used to teach Tommy how to eat and they spent some time with both Tommy and his mother going with the fork with cut, spear, lift, insert, chew, chew, chew, chew, chew, keep your mouth closed, chew, chew, chew, swallow. His mother mentioned it was like having a large two year old in the house. George just agreed happily, for she was smiling.
Both boy and man were sleepy and when they got into bed, both fell asleep pretty quickly. Tommy found the naked, very warm man felt much better than the dog, though he didn't want to mention it.
So Tommy slept well. Until he woke up in the night, on his face and his hips lifted up high, and perched on his knees with George behind him.
"George" he asked sleepily.
"I'm sorry, Tommy, I did not mean to wake you," George said. "Go back to sleep, I won't be long."
"But what is happening?" he asked.
"I just need a moment here," George said. "It is nothing, go back to sleep."
"But what.... Yeow!" he yelped as George's hard cock plunged into his asshole. George had been kind enough to rub some saliva on it, for it was all slippery and smooth, but still, the size of it was enough to make him holler, it was so big and the size of it was uncomfortable as it could be! "What are you doing, George!"
"I just want to do your asshole, Tommy," George said. "It is not anything important. You can do mine when I am done if you want. Go back to sleep!" He began to thrust back and forth quickly and Tommy moaned as the prick was moving awfully fast in and out of his butthole.
"Oooh, ohhhhhh, ooooooh, ohhhhhhh, oooooooh!" Tommy gasped as he was rammed hard and fast. "I can't believe this! George, I know dogs do this sometimes, but you aren't...a...dog... any...more!" He was being rocked hard by the thrusts of George now, it turned his sentence into word-grunts.
"GUHHHH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" George, true to his word, had come quickly, he squirted a hefty load into Tommy's ass and as he did, he bent over and even tried to bite Tommy's neck, but his face prevented that fortunately. His breath of climax was a series of huffs and puffs as he moaned out his hot load and then he rolled off and panted hard next to his well-fucked master.
Tommy slumped down onto his stomach, feeling strange. His ass, now free of the hard rod, didn't hurt much, he had been spared much if any tearing by the well-lubricated prong. Had George spent some time spitting on it or what. "What did you do to your prick before you stuffed it into me?" he asked.
"I knew if I just shoved it in it would hurt you, Tommy and I didn't want that. I found some sticky stuff in the bathroom so I used that." George pulled a bottle of Vaseline off the nightstand. "Did I do right?"
"You did wonderful, George." Tommy assured him. "I think I'll take you up on that butt-ramming of you now. I'll grease my pecker up now."
"All right, Tommy," George rolled over obligingly. So nice to have a well-adjusted, obedient man in your bed.
Tommy slicked up his dong and got on his knees behind George and said, "Okay, George, here comes the wrecking ball." He pushed into George's ass and George just raised his head and gave a sort of whinny-like noise.
"How does that feel?" Tommy asked George.
"It is not a wrecking ball, it is a dong, and it feels really nice, Tommy," George informed him. "Please do me like I did you, nice and fast."
"Okay," Tommy did his best to duplicate the rapid-rabbit fuck of George, but he wasn't skilled and mostly muffed it, but George didn't complain, and Tommy loved the warm tight feel of that manly asshole anyhow. He climbed to climax and crowed in his orgasm with an "AWWWW-AWWW-AWW-AWWW-AWWWW-WOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" like a wolf.
George moaned also as he felt the hot youngster spunk squirt into him and he sighed and sunk down as Tommy's limp prick fell out of him. "Ohhhh, that was so nice, Tommy, so very nice. I liked that a whole lot, Tommy, a whole lot. We can do that a lot if you want to, Tommy, a whole, whole lot."
"Yeah, I agree," Tommy panted.
A knock at the door, his mother. She believed in giving her "little man" privacy. Tommy hastily pulled the covers over her and gestured to George to be quiet. "Come on in, Mom," he said.
His mother opened the door. "Just checking on the two of you. You're awake are you?"
"Yes, mother, George was feeling frisky so we played a little. Sorry we bothered you."
"I enjoyed our playtime a whole lot!" George piped up. "It felt so very good, I am tingling all over!"
Tommy's mother raised an eyebrow but didn't ask questions, "Well, you two go to sleep. We'll have to teach George how to read and write, you know, before we dare to let him be seen in public. For now, he has to stay our little secret."
"Don't worry, Mom, he and I are really happy with each other," Tommy said. "Best wish I ever made."
"I'm happy you made that wish, too," George said, and licked Tommy's face to show how happy he was.
His mother closed the door. A boy is always happiest with a dog in the house and a woman needs a man in the house. George was sort of the best of both worlds.
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