Donnie crossed his arms and leaned deeper into the chair. He hated how he got caught. "All I was trying to do was have a little fun..." he whines.
John rolls his eyes. "Spreading your shit on the walls isn't fun..."
"Like I have to listen to you," Donnie scoffed. He had enough. If he left now by the time Officer Frank got out of the bathroom he'd be long gone. Standing up he gets ready to leave.
John however had other plans. 'Every time Donnie doesn't listen to me he turns more into a loyal dog.' After hitting enter he leaned back and smiled.
"Sit," John commands.
"I told you, I don't have to listen to you," Donnie scowled. But there was a funny feeling going around in his body. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. But John could already see the changes. Donnie's ears grew a little more pointed while his nails started to turn black. When he opened his mouth his tongue was a little longer and his teeth a little sharper. Black and brown hairs were starting to grow thicker on his arms.
"And i said sit," John said a little more menacingly.
"No," again he felt the weird tingle go through his body. He winces as he disobeys the command. Something in his head was telling him he was supposed to listen. He opened his eyes and noticed his nails turned completely black. One even looking more like a claw. "What's happening to me?" he asks.
"Sit and I'll tell you," John smiles.
Donnie pulls out the chair and takes a seat.
"No," John scolds him again, "bad dogs don't get to sit in chairs."
"Bad dog?" Donnie whimpered. "I'm not a bad dog. I'm a good dog."
John pointed to the ground. "Then sit." Donnie got out of the chair and positioned himself on the ground. He sat on his hind legs with his hands planted on the ground and looked up at John with sad eyes. "Good boy," John praised as he ran his hand through Donnie's hair. Donnie's ears had already migrated to the top of his head.
Donnie's mouth hung open with his tongue out. "I'm a good boy," he said happily wagging his but a little bit. But as he said it he realized that didn't sound right. "Wait... What's going on...?" his mind was starting to come back. "This isn't..."
"Shh," John commanded. Donnie instantly stopped talking. He looked up with bated breath for a command from John.
"No I'm not supposed to be like this," Donnie protested. He tried to get up but couldn't stand on his hind legs. He started walking around.
"Stay," John commanded. Donnie didn't listen. He could feel a pressure building in his butt. His spine started to extend outwards into a long shaggy tail. But he was curious about the students. They would surely pet him. He was a good dog after all. "Come," John commanded.
Donnie realized he was being bad again he went to John's side. "Good boy, want a treat?" John asked. Donnie sat at attention waiting for John to give him a treat.
"This isn't right..." Donnie said finally realizing what he was. His hands completely changed to paws while he sat on his hind legs so comfortably. "I'm not a dog. I don't want a treat. I'm supposed to be a man."
"You want a treat, don't you boy," John said. Donnie's mouth started to water at the sight of the dog treat. He fought the urge to eat it. But the more he fought it the darker his nose got. It started to push forward into more of a muzzle. He could smell the treat. And it smelt so good. 'But I'm human,' he told himself. 'But that treat... I get treat because I'm good boy. Yes I'm good boy.' John put the treat on Donnie's nose.
"Eat." he commanded. Instantly Donnie ate the treat. "That's a good boy," he complimented the dog.
Frank made his way back out of the bathroom. "Thanks. I really needed to whizz..."
"Not a problem. Donnie such a good dog it's no trouble at all." John smiled.