In her bimbo-ishly high, breathy voice, Jim said "Come on, Karyn! We've got to stop that bitch before she does anything else! Who knows...we might be next"
Karyn arf'd and pranced at her feet, and Jim giggled. She's had her adorabe little miniture poodle Karyn for three years, and she loved Karyn as if she were a human being.
Karyn pranced and yipped about in her frisky, high-spirited way, all the while knowing that something was drasticly wrong, but unable to figure out what. She was the same cute, little doggie she'd always been, and her owner Jim - no, wait...wasn't her name 'Summer Heat'? - was the same sex goddess she'd always been.
Summer Heat (yes, that was her name...) continued to clack her way down the street. Dressed in her sizzling, Fire engine red PVC Mini Dress and thigh-high, lace-up black boots with the 8-inch, platform heels, Summer felt especially comfortable. She'd been dressing this as since she hit puberty, and it always pleased her to dress like a sex object.
She stopped, brushed her thick, ass-length, platinum blond hair out of her face, and looked around. She pursed her thick, pouty lips and puzzled for a moment, the exagerated, sexy make-up on her seductive features somewhat masking her look of confusion.
Then she smiled, snapped her fingers (the 3-inch, red nails clicking together as she did) and said "That's it! We'll sneak into her house and catch her by suprise."
Karyn barked in agreement, and the two of them started off for Sarah's house.. With her enormous breasts, narrow waist, round butt and wide hips, she looked quite a sight as she pranced after Sarah.
