As Brendan modeled the dog suit in front of his mirror, he realized how hot he looked, and how humiliating it would be to be someone's dog slave. Who would want to humiliate him like this? Then it came to him - CHAD. He heard a scratching noise as his dog collar engraved itself. He dropped to all fours, and broke into a cold sweat. He remembered losing a wrestling match, he agreed to become Chad's dog-slave when he was 18. Today was his 18th birthday, it had to be Chad who sent the dog suit he was wearing.
Ty was surprised. He hadn't wished anything concerning Chad. He knew Brendan and Chad hated each other, he hadn't expected this at all. The room seemed to fade and then brighten again, but it was a different room now. Brendan's cum-stained singlet hung over the bed in a glassed frame. Chad lay on top of the bed naked jerking off. Ty wondered about the cum-stained wrestling singlet: had Brendan really lost a submission match with Chad? Or had the timeline changed to accommodate the reality that Brendan was now Chad's dog slave? Apparently, his wishes had lives of their own, instead of simply making Brendan Chad's dogslave, it rewrote history to explain it. How much history had been re-written, Ty wondered.
Chad patted his hard cock. "Here boy. Here, Brendan. Suck boy!" he ordered.
Brendan blinked and obeyed.