A Bizzare Dream indeed...

Sharon knew then, as we sometimes know in dreams, that this wasn't a normal little squirrel. It slowly hopped at her, and came right up next to her. She smiled and petted it. Normally she didn't like squirrels or anything that was small and furry and looked like a little rat, but this was a dream, so it didn't bother her one bit. Still, she didn't realize it was a dream, but that didn't matter. She was acting as if this was all perfectly normal.

Sharon blinked as the squirrel began to grow. He became wider and taller, and was soon three foot tall. Sharon didn't see anything unusual with this situation, she simply smiled and pet the squirrel some more. He was just a big squirrel, she tought, becuase he was in the same proportions, just bigger. She glanced down and saw that a few furry version of human anatomy hug between his legs. She reached down and touched it and it slowly began to harden. Then the squirrel began to grow again, and when it was done, it was six foot tall, and had a cock more than a foot and a half long. It still looked human enough, except that it was covred in fur.

Slowly Sharon felt and urge come over her. Her cloths were missing, gone from the dream world, and she was now down on all fours, with the squirrel-man standing behind her. She realized what was happening to her before it had actually begun. Her legs bent and her knees moved from where they had normally been. She felt fur glow over them as her stomach pulled itself smaller and tighter around her ribs. A tail sprouted behind her and arced upward and curved backward toward her. As she glanced back, she readized that she was now part Husky ... like her dog Killer. Her legs formed completely into that of a husky's back legs. The transformation continued up her chest, and she grew the extra rows of nipples. Her breasts began to shrink a bit and even out with the other sets.

While all this was happenning to her the squirrel had tropped it's tiny nut, and was rubbing his cock at the edges of her pussy. She gasped when he pushed his cock into her tight pussy. Her lower half was not completely husky up to her chest. She still had human front arms and a human face. She could feel his bowling ball sized balls rub against her legs as he pushed futher into her. She let out a breath as he began to rythmically pump in and out of her.

As he continued for a few moments, Sharon was moaning in pleasure. And just before he was about to explode inside of her, she felt that awareness that comes at the end of a dream. Those last few moments that you atually question what is going on. She asked herself why she was a female version of her dog Killer. Why was she having sex with a six foot tall squirrel. Where was her boyfriend Jim? And all in that moment, right before the squirrel-man exploded deep inside the part Husky, part human, Sharon felt a warmness cover her and the whole world. She saw a light come from somewhere and wondered why Jim was firing the gun now. Her dream was almost over...

"Wait! Don't Jim!" Sharon yelled as she was groggily waking up. Actually, it sounded more like "Whaaa! Donda Hem!", which Jim couldn't really understand. It was to late, though, because the light that Sharon saw in her dream that woke her up was the blast from the gun....

Suddenly Sharon was standing up, and felt something deep within her release. She hear Jim's voice moan and she shuttered as she emptied her load into the part Husky, part human woman that was on the grass in front of her. As Sharon's back stopped arching, she looked down to realize what had happened. The girl looked back at her, but it wasn't her face or even another woman's face. It was Jim.

Sharon made some kind of chirping noise and pulled out of Jim quickly, causing the rest of her load to smack the earth between Jim's Husky rear legs. Sharon looked down at herself and she was the six foot tall squirrel, with a foot and a half long cock and a set of bowling ball-size testicles.

Jim turned to look at her. "Great. Look what happened!"

And while Sharon would have liked to voice a complaint of her own, all she managed was a few louder versions of the noises that squirrels make.

Jim made an angry face. "Great ... we're stuck like this for twenty-four hours," when what he was really thinking was that he hoped that the 'a day' setting on the gun didn't mean a full day. What if time passes slower here. What else was part of Sharon's dream? All but the two of them seemed normal enough. The only difference was that they were on her front lawn and the gun was gone. Once everything was back to normal, the gun would return ... one day from now.

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