George woke up, sweating and overheating. He didn't feel quite right, his skin was prickling and itchy. He felt overheated, despite the cold, and still not fully awake stripped out of his clothing, letting the heat radiate from his slim form. 

Normally George would have been embarrassed from being nude in a stranger's house, even in a bedroom, but all he could think of was that he was hot - but didn't want to open a window to let in the snowstorm. An achy feeling started to settle into George's muscles as they began to slowly define, his flat stomach gaining the hint of abs, biceps becoming less smooth tubes and more contoured as they grew in width. 

Feeling a strange tightness in his back, George twisted and stretched, his spine giving a few pops as he grew an inch, then another. The heat clouding his thoughts parted a moment, and George realized he felt naked,  but too hot for clothing. From the corner of his eye he saw a harness, overly large, but somehow attractive to him. He steps over to the harness, his thighs thickening with corded strength and feed stretching wider. His butt began to thicken and swell with thick muscle as  he bent over to pick up the harness. 

He struggled with the harness, growing steadily familiar with how to put it on as he twisted back and forth, each tug and strain of his muscles enlarging them further. Snapping the final buckle in place made him feel good and proper, the straps across George's chest at the largest setting as his thick pectorals and wide shoulders prevented it from being any smaller, the remaining slack quickly taken up by his still enlarging form. 

The prickling and itching sensation continued as hair started sprouting all over the man's body, coming in a thick red wave, spreading from his crotch and armpits to cover his once otherwise hairless body. The Jorge fell backwards onto his bed as the heat increased as the hair, now thickening into fur, covered his body, finding it somehow arousing as his balls began to swell, pumping him with more testosterone than he had ever produced on his own, his musculature becoming defined to the point it was visible through the fur coat. 

Jorge's cock stiffened and swelled, discoloring and reshaping, the broad human head becoming pointed, a swelling as the base forming a thick knot, the length and girth becoming quite large, befiting a masculine husky. He gave a small moan as his hips bucked, an involuntary orgasm hitting his system as the last of his human seed spurted out, making a mess on his solid muscular chest and belly. The scent of the human seed grew stronger as Jorge's face pushed forward and his nose blackened, forming a large muzzle. His brilliant green eyes widened a moment before shifting in color to a steel blue as the fur spread over his face, and his ears lengthened and increased in size, shifting to the top of his head. 

Jor's hands felt tight, and looked at them in confusion. His hands looked stranged and wrong, but they started to swell, the once dainty human hands becoming thick meaty husky handpaws that seemed drawn to his cock. Jor began to rub and moan in pleasure as his feet swelled, the toes expanding and stretching to support his weight as the shifting husky's legs became digitgrade, the already thick thighs becoming meatier. As Jor approached his second orgasm, he felt a pleasent tingle gather at the base of his spine, growing larger and faster until bursting forth, a large husky tail wagging strongly as his balls pulled up, and his cock shuddered, spurting thick virile husky seed onto his chest, mixing with and overwhelming the scent of human seed already present. 

The pleasure washed over Jor's mind, changing his personality and rewriting his memories, his life as a small twinkish human forgotten as he recalled being a small husky pup, growing up and working out to be the large and muscular red husky he was now. Images of his friends - his packmates, his new memories said - became fuzzy and indistinct, and the stranger instead became Jor's Master. At the thought of Master, the red husky sat up. Master would want him visiting to help his packmates, but would want him cleaned up first. Good dogs cleaned up, and Jor was a Good Dog.