Snake's muscular arms lock under Ryan's armpits lifting the athlete from the floor. His feet leave the ground as his body is still bent from the knee to his groin. A warm hot rod rips into Ryan's tight ass, as he lets out a blood-curdling scream. But this is Spring Break, so the room is already vibrating from all the rival stereos blaring in the hotel. No one can hear Ryan's scream, except Jason, and he's enjoying it. Ryan's scream is cut short as his body changes into a thin black rubbery material which wraps itself around Snake. At first he thinks Ryan is changing into a jockstrap differently, then he thinks Ryan is becoming a wetsuit. Ryan's penis whips between his and Jason's legs stretching material over Jason's back, neck and head, and then plunges into his Jason's gaping mouth. It's now a black rubber penis-shaped gag. Jason is sensory deprived. He's completely encased in latex with mittens covering his finger tips, a hood with doggy ears and a short muzzle, and all he can do is moan softly for help. Hours pass. Jason's unsuccessful search of the hotel room has resulted in him ending up with his arm in the toilet, buried under a pile of suitcases and he has just found the room door and is struggling with the knob when the door opens, and in walk Horst and Karl. "Karl, looks like Vinnie was right. Ryan did try to let Snake go, and Snake double crossed him. Should we tell them what this means?" "Oh, I think they'll catch on soon enough," Karl says grabbing Snake by the collar and pulling him to the center of the room, "Good thing we stopped at that Adult store to pick up this stuff to train him." "Okay, Snake, can you understand me?" Horst asked. Snake responded with a muffled growl. "If so nod your head." Snake nods his head rapidly up and down. He wants out of this mess. "Good boy, Snake," Horst says patting his head. "Hm, Horst, I don't think Snake is a good name for a dog do you?" Dog?! thought Jason angrily, then he paused. His body is encased a layer of his own slick sweat underneath a rubber suit that covers everything except his nostrils. He had spent the last few months as Ryan's underwear, so being changed into a dog permanently wasn't impossible. He had to get out of this suit before it could change him. Not knowing what else to do, Jason sat back on his knees and raised his arms bent in submission. He hoped he was facing Horst and Karl.