Brad shook his head, returned to lifting weights. He did 50 quick reps, and then set the weights back in the rack, and headed to the minifridge for a cold sports drink. As he set the half empty bottle down, he spotted Kyle's tablet sticking out of the cushion in the chair where Kyle had been seated. The screen was lit up, apparently the pressure from the leather cushion had kept the program open, and kept the device from locking up.
Brad walked over, and picked the tablet up. He grinned, and started reading. He giggled as he read the stats that Kyle had created for his kid brother. One inch dick, oh, yeah, Chad would never be able to get a good grip on that tiny toy, No wanking for this Chad, Brad snickered. Hell, he might as well, update Kyle's stats and make his ideal version of Chad. He sat down on the weight bench, and spread his legs, set his sports drink down on the bench, and started typing.
Up in Chad's bedroom, Chad was naked curled up at the foot of his own bed, as Master Kyle lay naked sprawled across his sheets. Kyle looked his naked body at Chad curled up at his feet. His cock started to harden. Oh, yeah, soon the jock boy would sucking Kyle's cock in Chad's own bed. This plan was working out even better than he initially planned.
Bing!
Chad opened his eyes. He stood up on all fours. Something changed. The palms of his hands and the soles of his feet both lay flat on the bedspread. But his shoulders were positioned as if he was on his hands and knees. His legs were shorter or his arms were longer or both? But it felt natural. He waggled his tail. He was a human dog. His chest was broader. He had been a size 46, but now was probably 54. Brad was always trying to get him to work on his chest and shoulders. He felt a sudden warmth in his crotch. He smelled Kyle's precum still in his shaft waiting to be consumed. He turned his head, and licked his lips.
Brad had another idea. He typed some more.
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