"Yo! Chad! Fetch!" Bruno shouted tossing a frisbee over Chad's head.
Chad immediately jumps for it, and catches it.
Coach shouted, "He was a quarterback stud, and now he's a total receiver bitch."
Chad was already carrying the Frisbee back to Bruno. Bruno squatted down, took the Frisbee and began patting the dog all over.
"Yes, Chad, yes, you are a good boy. Who's my good boy, Chad? You're my good b-" Bruno flinched as his hand touched Chad's swelling nipples on the dog's naked furry belly. He continued, "Who's my bestest girl, you are Ch-ad. Chad is my best girl, yes, you are."
He glanced at coach as he said Chad's name.
"Oh, you can call her whatever you like now. I don't care. Just as long as I get pick of the litter each time Brutus studs her. I think in a couple years, her stud pups should be able to breed with her, and I might get a couple football players out of those litters. "
Chad was aware and listening even though his attention was focused on Master Bruno. Why did dog's have to have a master? Why did Bruno smell like his master? Maybe because he really seemed to care for Chad.
Brutus had proudly marched over next to Coach Sinclair, and sat there with his chest out looking at Chad. He was the stud, Chad was his bitch. Damn, he was pregnant wasn't he?
He looked to his master and started to whine.
"Oh, you don't want Bruno to mount you again? But you loved having sex when you were human, Chad? No worries, you won't have to worry about Bruno for 3 months or so until your puppies are weaned. Now, let's play some more Frisbee girl."
He stood and threw the Frisbee, Chad bolted after the flying disk and leapt into the air snatching it.
"If I'd known he was such a good receiver, I might've played him in that position," remarked Coach Sinclair.
"Retriever," Bruno corrected. He licked his lips uncertainly.