Joseph and Blane stared blankly at him. Joseph just shook his head saying nothing.
Blane opted for a different approach.
"What the fuck! Was that like your creepy fantasy all along? That Jake would fuck you? That he would be your daddy? Dude you're so fucked up. I can't believe how nasty you are."
"That's enough!" Kyle said cutting him off. "You should probably have followed Joseph's lead and kept your mouth shut. You wouldn't have had to tell the truth like you did. While I appreciate your honesty, I don't find your tone helpful." Kyle said with a glower. "You should be more careful around the person that holds your fate in your hands. Let's see. If you're not going to act like a respectful person, maybe you shouldn't be treated like one. From now on, let's see how you like being treated like a pet. Blane, from now on, you will act like a dog."
"What!?" Blane said.
"Blane, dogs don't sit in chairs. Get on the floor." Blane found himself on all fours on the floor.
"Blane, be a good dog and go clean up the leftovers from Blake's fun." Blane crawled over to the puddles near the desk and began to lick them up. He sputtered and coughed and between laps off the floor groaned at how gross what he was doing was.
Kyle rapped his foot impatiently. Then he said, "Get up on the desk and stay there show dog style." Blane got up on the desk. Still clothed in his shirt, his old boxer briefs and his one shoe.
"Hold still or you might grow a tail." Kyle said warningly.
"Blane you are completely naked." Kyle looked him over. He opened Blane's mouth and then said, "I see the problem. Your tongue wasn't doglike enough. Now you have a dog's tongue."
"Whaaad!?" Blane moaned as his long flat tongue lolled out of his mouth.
"You also love belly rubs." Kyle said as he began to scratch Blane around his abs.
Without intending to, Blane found himself splayed with his feet and hands lazily in the air as Kyle continued to scratch. "I see something your missing. Most dogs have at least 8 nipples." Blane glanced down still in a slight daze at the belly rub as three new nipples grew down both sides of his torso perfectly matching his original pair.
"Also, I've never seen a dog that was circumcised before. I've seen them neutered but not circumcised." Blane froze. "Well, your owners can decide if they want you fixed. Now you are uncircumcised. But, for such a big dog, you've got such a small package. Let's double it."
Blane watched as his cock and balls doubled in proportion from a modest five inches to a whopping ten.
"Since your a dog, you have to be flexible enough to clean the parts of you that need cleaning." Kyle said.
Blane sniffed and felt an overwhelming urge to like the cheesy residue from his new foreskin. Soon, a lapping sound filled the classroom. A tear formed in his eye as he continued his ministrations.
"That just won't do. Dogs are happy!" Kyle said. Blane continued his task with renewed vigor. "Let's see what else don't you do... you don't use the toilet, except as the occasional watering hole. You don't eat at the table. That's for people. Oh, you're very well behaved. You only occasionally hump peoples legs or have an accident. Also, you don't talk." Blane looked at Kyle, then he tilted his head and tried to speak but nothing came out but yips and whimpers.
"Alright, enough belly rubs. Get back to show dog position." Kyle commanded. Blane quickly complied without any of the chagrined looks he gave before.
"Alright. Let's see. You're a special type of dog. You're almost completely hairless except for your head." Blane's hair vanished. Also, you've got a paw print birthmark on your right butt cheek."
"Finally, you're allowed in school as a registered libido support dog. You clean up a lot of the messes that get made around here. Your favorite treat is semen."
Blane hopped down off the desk and sniffed around the floor. He raised his right leg and pissed right on Blake's discarded shorts and underwear.
Then he bounded to Blake and almost knocked him over trying to get the rest of the tasty goo he had coating his face and torso.
Then, Blane bounded over to Joseph and humped his leg for a while and then wandered around the room.
"Don't forget to keep a good hold on his leash." Kyle said. A leash appeared in Blake's hand attached to a collar with a bone shaped tag that said "Benson."