Karen Forces Entry The New World of SwapTech chapter 13 by deleted_user

Karen’s flashlight beam cut through the crack in the door like an accusation. Rufus—the blonde infomercial bombshell with the dog brain—bounded forward before Mark or Lisa could react, tail-end wagging furiously (which translated to enthusiastic ass-shakes in human form). She shoved her head through the gap at knee height, tongue lolling, and let out a happy, breathy “woof” that sounded disturbingly human.

Karen shrieked and jumped back. “What the hell is that?”

Rufus, overjoyed by the new person, wriggled the rest of the way through the narrow opening—sports bra riding up to expose both breasts, yoga shorts wedged so high they were basically a thong. She dropped to all fours on the porch, ass high, wiggling ecstatically as she sniffed Karen’s slippers.

“Rufus—no!” Mark hissed from the hallway, shadows flaring around his ankles in panic.

Too late.

Rufus lunged upward in pure dog greeting: front “paws” (hands) planted on Karen’s hips, face buried in her robe-covered stomach, tongue lapping enthusiastically at the terrycloth. Karen yelped, stumbling backward, flashlight clattering to the porch. Rufus’s massive breasts bounced with every excited bounce, nipples grazing the robe through the thin sports bra fabric.

“Get—get her off me!” Karen squealed, arms windmilling.

Lisa lunged forward, Nova’s athletic frame moving with impossible grace. She grabbed Rufus by the makeshift collar (one of Mark’s old belts) and hauled her back inside. Rufus whined pitifully, legs kicking, ass still wagging. Her tongue swiped once more at Karen’s hand—leaving a wet streak across knuckles.

Karen stared, wide-eyed, robe askew from the tussle. “That’s not a dog. That’s a… a woman. A naked woman. Acting like a dog.”

Lisa blocked the doorway again, golden eyes flashing. “She’s… our cousin. From out of town. Special needs. She’s having an episode. We’ve got it under control.”

Karen’s gaze darted past Lisa to Mark, who’d stepped into view—robe gaping, midnight cleavage on full display, shadows curling visibly around his calves like living tattoos.

“And that?” Karen pointed. “Who are you?"

Mark’s voice came out shaky, Umbra’s velvet purr undermining any attempt at normalcy. “I'm.... her mom. Wearing a costume?”

Karen backed down the porch steps. “I’m calling the police. Or animal control. Or—or whoever handles this kind of thing!”

She turned and half-ran, half-speed-walked across the lawn toward her house, phone already out.

Lisa slammed the door, deadbolt and chain. Rufus whined, pawing at the wood, then flopped onto her back on the rug, belly exposed, legs kicking happily.

Mark sagged against the wall. “She’s going to call the cops. In Durham, at 4:30 a.m., about a naked woman acting like a dog and two glowing freaks.”

Lisa dragged Rufus by the collar toward the kitchen. “We’ve got maybe ten minutes before sirens. We need to contain her, hide the powers, and figure out how to explain… all of this.”

Rufus rolled onto her stomach, ass up, looking back at them with big, empty brown eyes—pure dog innocence in a porn-star body.

The remote on the nightstand (they’d moved it there earlier) gave a soft, ominous hum.