Rex turned at the sound. He saw Chad's retreating rubber dog rear, and dashed after his new toy. He pinned Chad on the porch steps just feet from the dog door. Then as Chad squished against the steps, he felt Rex's wet member penetrate Chad's rubber bum. The knot formed. Chad's eyes widened. He had gone from master to doggy sex toy. How much worse could this get?
Thirty minutes later, the rubber dog's anal cavity was filled with warm dog sperm. The real dog tired from his exertion, and now bored with his new toy trotted back to his doghouse to sleep, leaving Chad splayed on the steps.
Chad felt gross. He couldn't really explain it. He felt sort of like he was slathered in sweat or maybe dog cum inside a rubber suit. And at the same time, he felt that he was the suit wrapped around what remained of his school's former top quarterback. "Former quarterback "? Why was he thinking of himself that way?
He struggled slowly to all fours, squeaking as little as he could. Not having bones made him wobbly, but he managed. He felt defeated and used. He slunk through the dog door into the porch and kitchen. There were Rex's water bowl and food bowl. It was disgusting, but Chad was really thirsty. He tried to lap up the water, but only succeeded in getting his rubber muzzle wet and splashing water on the floor. He glanced over at the dog food bowl, he wasn't really hungry, and even if he was, he would only make a mess. Squeaking as he walked, Chad left the kitchen and headed for his room. He briefly panicked, when he realized if the door was closed he couldn't turn the knob in his current condition. Fortunately, as he approached it, he saw the door was ajar. He pitched it open with his nose and went inside.
His first thought was his computer. He could email or chat to someone to explain his predicament. But to whom should he reach out? He quickly discovered that he couldn't even log in. His big rubber paws couldn't hit only one key. Even his rubber muzzle was to broad to not hit less than three keys at a time, and that was only if Chad was very careful.
Back to his original plan. Chad crawled under his bed to wait until midnight. Then everything would be alright. He fell asleep with his legs sticking out from under his bed.