"Oh my!" Elaine whispered to herself as she shuffled through the box of junk; it was full of odd looking trinkets and items that didn't seem to fit in with the rest of the stuff up for sale at the flea market. "What's this?" she asked the vendor, pulling out a strange-looking green pendant. It was warm to the touch, like it had been lying in the sun for hours. There was some sort of ancient script carved into the metal, too, but the words were illegible. Elaine's imagination ran wild as she studied the pendant; maybe it was worth something?
"That is the cursed Amulet of Amon-Re," the vendor said, not even bothering to look her in the eye—he was too busy counting his money. "It is said that Amon-Re had the ability to swap the bodies and minds of his victims—he could see through their eyes and hear through their ears."
Elaine wasn't one to believe in silly fairy tales; it did look awfully pretty, though. "How much?" she asked, reaching for her purse.
"That'll be fifteen dollars, please." The vendor's stated, his voice flat and emotionless. As she handed the vendor the cash, she took the amulet and gave him a smile, tucking it away in her purse and leaving the market.
When she got back to her apartment, she was greeted the sight of her dog, Benji, sprawled across the couch. The Saint Bernard was deep in a dream; he didn't even notice when she walked in through the door. Elaine put her purse down on the kitchen table and headed off to take a bath; it was a long day and she was ready to just cool off.
After starting the bath, she slipped out of her clothing and stepped into the tub. The water was perfect—not too hot, not too cold.
Just as she was starting to relax, she heard a loud thud coming from the kitchen. "Ben!" she sighed, hopping out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her waist. "What are you doing now?"
With a huff, she swung the door open. Benji was sitting up on the couch, holding the pendant from the flea market in his mouth like it was a toy. The Saint Bernard wasn't very smart, but he was a good boy—most of the time at least. "Benjamin! Drop that right this instant!" Elaine shouted, running over and tugging it from his mouth. As she snatched the amulet from Benji's jaws, the chain snapped and the pendant fell to the floor with a clatter.
"Look what you did, Ben!" Elaine groaned, bending over to pick it up; it was glowing bright green and hot to the touch—uncomfortably so. There was a low humming noise coming from the pendant as she held it as well, like a swarm of bees was trapped inside. Benji could hear it too, his attention was focused squarely on the sound coming from the amulet. "Benji?" Elaine asked, snapping her fingers in front of him. He was too entranced to respond, drool dripping from his mouth.
Benji let out a low, deep bark as the amulet starting glowing brighter—it was like he was communicating with the pendant, or it was communicating with him. Then, as the humming reached a piercing peak, Elaine's head started pounding. Her vision started going blurry as the pain grew; Benji must have felt the same, whining and whimpering as they both blacked out.
It was much later in the night when she woke with a start, curled up on the couch. Her vision was still blurry—perhaps even worse than before; on the other hand, while she could barely see a thing, her sense of sound and smell was much stronger. It was overwhelming; she could sense everything, like her nose and ears were everywhere.
As she looked around, she saw her own body laying face-first in the middle of the floor. "Hello?" she called out only for it to come out as a low, muffled growl instead. "What's going on?" she thought to herself as she continued looking around the room. The bathroom door was open and looking in the mirror, she saw Benji in her place.
Her heart leapt into her throat as she stared back at her reflection. Her body was covered in soft fur and she could feel her tail starting to wag behind her involuntarily. She was a big fluffy dog—she was Benji.
Her legs were too weak and unwieldy to lift herself up. She could only wobble pathetically as she tumbled off of the couch and landed in front of her own body on the ground. Elaine could hear her own heartbeat; it was like a drum beating in her ear, but at least she was still alive.
The body on the floor then started to stir, slowly rolling over onto its back like a dog would. It dawned on her fast—if she was trapped in Benji's body, that must be Benji trapped inside of hers...
Benji groaned as he tried and failed to lift himself up as well. He was clearly not used to being a human like this; instead, he just laid there, panting heavily with his tongue hanging out. Elaine knew she had to help him; she couldn't stand seeing Benji like this—even if he was inside her body. Finding the strength to lift herself up onto all fours, Elaine moved towards Benji; she wasn't used to this new canine body either, but she was able to get close enough to comfort him.
As soon as she was close enough, she could smell a pungent, fishy aroma. It was the scent of her own sex wafting from Benji's crotch, and something about it was messing with her head. The aroma caused an unpleasant throbbing sensation to build between her legs, and it was making her body temperature quickly rise too.
Elaine couldn't help it. She was a dog; she was thinking like a dog, and she was starting to get aroused like one too. It didn't matter that it was her own body that was making her feel like this—something about her own scent was starting to make the cock between her legs swell. Benji watched, still trapped on his back, his legs spread out as he displayed his—or rather his owner's—vagina to the world. He didn't even know what a vagina was; he just knew that something was horribly wrong.
As Elaine's penis grew, the urge to mount her body was growing too, even if her dog's mind was inside it. "Is this w-what Benji thinks about me?" Elaine thought to herself once more as she stood over him, her tail drooping down between her legs.
Benji's eyes were wide open as he stared ahead at his own body standing in front of him. He was so confused, so overwhelmed; he had no idea what was happening to himself. He just whimpered as he laid there, completely helpless and utterly unable to stop his owner.
Emotions surged through Elaine's head; there was something about seeing her own body in this state; if she mounted Benji, she'd be fucking herself too. The thought alone was enough to set her off; but the way her breasts jiggled as Benji panted was what drove her over the edge. Her canine instincts were overriding all sense of restraint; no matter how hard she tried to resist them, all she could do is grunt in response—like a stupid, horny beast.
As the swelling reached a wet and slimy crescendo, Elaine's knotted shaft popped free from its sheath