"Jose!" screams Steve, as the blankets are ripped off him.
He reaches to cover his morning wood, but the space between his legs is totally smooth.
"What the fuc-!" Steve starts to say, but Jose backhands him.
"Dickless wonder, you want to be anything more than a Ken Doll, you fucking better obey the man with something in his shorts," Jose said.
"Hey, those are my shorts!" Steve says pointing at the briefs Jose is wearing.
"Not anymore, Chico, you don't fill them out properly. Here's something for you to strap on under your jeans," Jose said tossing Steve a plastic strap on dildo. "Now get dressed. You got work to do for me, unless you like being a dickless, ball-less asshole?"
Steve almost argued, but thought better of it. He pulled on his jeans without the dildo and they hung really weirdly, so he put the strap- on dildo on and put the jeans back on. He got his socks and shoes, and pulled on a Polo shirt and headed out to the kitchen.
His mother was cooking bacon and eggs, and Jose was seated at the table on the floor next to Jose's chair were four bowls. Kyle was eating out of one, the other was labeled Esteban.
"Hola!" said Steve. He reached his hand toward his throat. He couldn't speak English anymore. "Jose? Que pasa?"
"Eat, Esteban!" he ordered.
Steve dropped to his knees, and began to eat out of the dog food bowl.
"Good, Chico."
"You and your dogs, Jo-Jo! When Steve finds out you named your new dog after him, he'll freak. Can't you call it something else?"
"He probably doesn't even know Esteban is Spanish for Steven, mi Amor," Jose said giving her a sloppy wet kiss.
"Nice ass, bitch," said Kyle.
"You can talk, Kyle?" Steve asked in shock.
"Yeah, and I still got a cock and balls, bitch, unlike you. Only way you can orgasm now is with my cock in your ass," said Kyle evilly.
"In your dreams, Kyle. But I'm still human and a lot bigger than you, why does my mother think I'm a dog?"
"Well, it took a couple months for me to shrink from a hunky 25 year old man into a chihuahua. I had to lose like 200lbs. But it doesn't look like you're turning into a dog. You're not hairy enough, and your skin looks like plastic." Kyle moved his head to Steven's butt and sniffed, "Yeah, definitely plastic. So maybe you'll change faster into whatever Jose is making of you."
"Isn't it cute, Jose, how your doggies seem to be conversing with each other," Steven's mother said.
"Yeah, well, that breakfast was muy bueno. Now, Esteban and I got to get to work. Make sure Kyle doesn't wander off, Amor."
He snapped a leash to Steven's collar, and yanked.
"Come boy!"
"Cuando- yelp!"
"When did I put the collar on you? Last night, it makes your mother think you're a dog, and it makes you obey like a dog."
When they got out to Jose's pickup truck, he ordered Steven to climb into the bed, and then he tied the leash to a hook on the side of the bed.
"Wait, where are we going?"
"Going to work, Chico! Now silencio!"
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