Jeff couldn´t sleep, rolling around the cold and hard ground. To him Lyle was unfair. Even if the bet meant he would stay a dog, why be so cruel and forbid him to sleep in the bed? Lyle could at least give him a pillow or something. It felt like hours until he finally fell asleep.
The next morning Lyle stood up early, but let Jeff sleep. This way he could use the chronivac without Jeff knowing, even if he wouldn´t notice any changes. First things first, Lyle changed that he wouldn´t be seen as gay anymore, to him that was annoying. He liked it when Jeff liked his cock clean, but to him that was part of Jeff being his dog, it was just fun.
Next he adjusted the flat more. As Jeff had changed, his stuff had vanished, but some things Lyle wanted to have back now, and if Jeff stayed a dog he wouldn´t get it otherwise. And he could make Jeffs life a bit better as well. Soon after the shelves around were once more filled with stuff, books and other things. Now everything Jeff had owned belonged to Lyle, and Jeff wouldn´t think about it as his anymore.
Then he changed some things. He wouldn´t need a second bed, but Jeff would need a dog one. So he changed Jeffs old bed into his dog bed which appeared under Jeff in Lyle's room. The room itself was now more an office for Lyle than a bedroom. Some of Jeffs more kinky things become toys for the dog, so Jeff wouldn´t be bored.
Last he made a change to Jeff himself. While he had made him obedient, right now Jeff was a dog with a human mind. So Lyle added that Jeff would sometimes be overcome with dog instincts, which would grow stronger over time. But he would never loose himself.
Smiling satisfied, Lyle woke up Jeff. „Morning boy. I think you need a walk before breakfast, right?“
Jeff was a bit annoyed that Lyle would treat him even more like a dog, but he was right, he needed to go relief himself. „Woof Woof Woof“
So Lyle put the leach on Jeff before putting on shoes and walked with him. He had also pocketed a ball to play with him. As Jeff looked ready to shit right there in front oft he door again, Lyle said: „And you won´t shit on the sidewalk like yesterday. You will wait for us to reach the park.“
Jeff really wanted to disobey, but couldn´t. Was he now so obedient towards Lyle? But he guessed it was something that was natural for a dog, so he followed Lyle tot he park. After he had done his business and Lyle had disposed o fit he wanted to go home again. But Lyle had another plan. „Want to play some fetch, do you boy?“ Even if he didn´t want to, he run after the ball and brought it back.
An hour later they returned home, and Lyle put some dog food in Jeffs bowl. „Eat up, boy. Or do you want to give up yet?“ Jeff shook his head no and started eating the food. Lyle smiled at him, making himself something as well.
After eating Lyle gave Jeff some of his toys before starting his homework, but Jeff had no intention to play right now. He wanted to annoy Lyle so maybe he gave up on their bet.
„Would you stop that, boy? I think it annoys the both of us, and I want to concentrate.“ Lyle said. And suddenly Jeff lost interest in annoying Lyle, as further annoying him would make him a bad dog. Soon a wave of dog instincts hit him, and he played with a chew toy for an hour. Only afterwards he noticed something was off, but he was a dog for now, so playing wasn´t that bad, and what should he do otherwise?
And so it all got more routine for them. Jeff mostly either played or slept, beside being fed the dog food and walking with Lyle, while Lyle enjoyed having Jeff as a dog.