Lance looked over the edge of the desk and down at his clothing in a heap. That was the image that appeared on the Chronivac monitor. He saw his clothing start to get smaller, not just smaller, but shinier and darker. His business suit was now a rubber cat suit complete with paws. His necktie was a tiny dog collar with a five foot chain. He turned to look at his hat hanging on the hat stand, instead of a homburg was a tiny black rubber dog hood.
The cursor was typing again. "GOOD DOG BOYS SUIT UP!"
Lance felt the urge to wear his new custom gear. He slid down the telephone line, and ran over to the dog suit. He discovered that his underwear had changed too. He picked up the male chastity device, at first he couldn't figure out how he was supposed to put it on. Then suddenly he knew. Lance's tiny manhood was caged, and his body was shoved tight into its new latex prison. He couldn't secure the collar around his neck with his hand in his new paws.
Justin opened the door, "Mr. Hundul?"
"Woof!" answered Lance it was a high pitched yip like a chihuahua. He wanted to speak. He wanted to ask Justin to help him get dressed in his rubber dog gear. He yipped and jumped up and down pointing at the dog tail butt plug, the collar and lead, and then up at the hat rack with dog hood.
"Lance Hundul? I thought you were taller?" said Justin after closing the door, and kneeling down to look at his new dog slave.
"Yip, yip!" Lance said motioning to his gear on the floor and on the hatstand.
Justin laughed, and proceeded to carefully dress his new dog doll.
"Oh, look your dog tag says that you're called, "Attila."," commented Justin as he secured the collar around Lance's neck. He shoved the butt plug through the tiny slit in the seat of his new suit. Lance yelped loudly.
Justin turned his head to see if anyone in the outer office would come to investigate. He stood, and grabbed the dog hood off the hatstand and tossed it on the floor to Attila. He opened the door a crack. The mail room delivery boy was heading toward the door. The secretary was still at lunch.
"Hey, Mort, got a letter for Mr. Hundul?" Justin asked politely.
"No, I mean, I left them on his secretary's desk. Did someone cry out in pain in there?" he asked pointedly.
"Yeah, Mr. Hundul threw his back out, and he asked me to help adjust it. You want to help massage his back."
"Not in my job description," said Mort backing away.''
"Not in mine either, but I was in there working on his computer when it happened."
"How'd he do it?"
"Got down on all fours to get his Mont Blanc pen," Justin said truthfully. It was just that the Chronivac had changed the fountain pen into a dog tail butt plug. And it was in getting the pen firmly implanted that made Mr. Hundul yelp. Justin smiled, as Mort resumed his delivery duties.
Justin locked the door, and bent to help Lance secure his dog hood.
"That's a good boy, Attila!" Justin said. He patted the tiny dog slave, as it rubbed up against his ankle. He picked Attila up, and sat down in his boss' desk chair. He cradled Attila in his lap. Attila's new persona had pretty much erased the old Lance Hundul according to the Chronivac screen.
Then Justin's eyes widened. New subject acquired, read the Chronivac. Justin knew it wasn't him. He had already blocked his profile, so no one could use the Chronivac on him. He clicked on the new subject icon.
Mort Sawyer appeared in the window stark naked. Justin went to the blinds that covered the window from Mr. Hundul's office into the outer office. He peeked through the blinds. Mort was fully clothed, as he made his rounds. The range of the Chronivac was enhanced by the network. Basically, everyone in the office was now subject to improvements or changes at Justin's whim. He grinned. Mort was a bit gangly, but he would fill out nicely, maybe give him a bigger bulge too. Justin started typing. Mort was oblivious to the fact that he was now 6'4" with killer blue eyes, and curly black hair, and a body like those guys on Jennifer's Romance novel covers. His voice was deepened. Mort was quite a hunk, but thanks to Justin's programming, Mort would only see his old gangly pimply self when he looked in the mirror, and not the hunk that he really was now.
NEW Subject acquired... someone else must be in the outer office