Dylan had taped the intercom button down on the phone in the kennel, so he would know when Karl was done. He didn't want to get caught with a clone of Karl's tablet. He balked as he heard Karl change his tone when he was sure he was alone with his pug.
"Who's my little doggy? Who's my little doggy? Yes, Chad-" he paused, then continued, " You're my little dog now. You were the big man on campus, the MVP, the quarterback stud, but now you're my little doggy. And tomorrow your twin brother is going to milk your balls dry, then he and your dad will cut your balls off and replace them with these little beauties, " Karl held up a couple silicone prosthetic testicles, "they're almost too big for a tiny pug dog, but since they won't change size when you become human again, I upsized them. Then the fun begins, your big bro Brad will train you to be my personal cock hound. I will enjoy having you as my personal cock hound when you are human too. Now for the best part after baseball season and graduation, I will have Dylan over for a "party". I'm sure he will get a kick out being served by his twin slave boy. Then I will permanently transform you into bitch pug in heat, and Dylan into a stud pug dog for the weekend. I'll edit his memories, and he won't know that he sired your puppies when I bring them in for their shots. But you, your memories will preserved. After you've had three or four litters of pups, some of those pups should be mature enough to be crossed with you and Dylan. In a few years, I should have true breeding weredog slaveboys. The bitches I'll keep pregnant. The slaveboys after obedience training will be infused with your selected memories. So a two year old dog becomes a functional obedient 18-20 year old probably blue eyed, blond haired male standing over 6'. And Chad dog years and human years are different. That old cliche of 1 dog year equals 7 human years is bogus. The first couple years are infancy through adolescence, then aging varies by weight and breed. Anyway you will be all bred out after 6-8 years. Dylan will be around 25 As a human, but you will be like 45-60. So then I will restore all your memories. Restore you to male but with these plastic balls. And let you see yourself as a human male before turning you back into a neutered dog, shutting off your nanobots permanently and dropping you off at the animal shelter. Then? Well, who adopts 8 year old dogs from the pound? A kid? A senior citizen? A research scientist? " Karl laughed wickedly.
Dylan had unzipped his trousers and was choking his rock hard chicken, when Karl activated the tablet, and Dylan heard Chad's voice over the intercom.
"What the fuck? You're crazy, Karl! This isn't a movie, it's real life. You sound like a Bond villain delivering his evil monologue," Chad said in English. His voice sounded a little off.
Dylan grabbed some tissues and switched to the close circuit TV cameras in the kennel on his computer monitor. Chad was pug dog from the neck down, but there Was no mistaking his human head, albeit a bit smaller than normal. Chaddog staggered as he tried to keep his heavy head from tipping his tiny body over.
"Yeah, Chad. This is real life. You're my dog. No super hero or secret agent man will be coming to save you. Now if I wanted to hear you whine, I could've just turned on the voice synthesizer on your mind chat. The reason your head is human is so I can test your programming features, and I can get a better blow job than a dog's mouth can give. I downloaded a few instructional videos, and books and memories of how to give a proper blowjob into your brain.. Now I'm going to put you in automaton mode, and have you give me a bj before you lose your balls. Your Chad personality will be fully aware and remember everything you do and experience. I just souped up your pleasure sensation, so no matter how much it disgusts you, you will enjoy it. There. Now kiss my cock and give me a blow job, oh, and be sure to swallow." Karl unzipped his pants and stepped toward Chad.
"Yes, Master Karl," Chad answered in monotone. Then he started to slurp.
" Oh, fuck yeah, my jock bro is a cock hound! " moaned Dylan as he blew a second load.
When Chad was all dog again, and Karl was cleaned up, Karl put on a lab apron to cover his personal mess. He read the brief Chat between Karl and Chad. Then stashed his tablet, and grabbed a mop, just before Dylan knocked on his door.
Dylan opened the door with the mop in hand.
"Ready to go, Karl?"
" Yeah, Chad's in his cage, and these are the balls I want you to put in his empty nutsack tomorrow, " Karl said.
Dylan exchanged pleasantries, he joked that while they had janitorial services, he had to deal with dogs that weren't yet housebroken. He said goodbye and watched as Karl drove off. The cloned tablet indicated that Karl's tablet was off.
Dylan strolled into the kennel room whistling.
"Yo bro, you make a sweet dog. Now let's get you ready to give me some of that brotherly loving you just gave Karl," Dylan said tapping his clone tablet.
" Bro! You're going to rescue me! " Chad blurted out with glee.
"Not exactly, bro," Dylan said. Chad's face became the blank expression of automaton mode, "I want you to give me a blow job, NOW!"
" Yes, Master Dylan, " Chaddog said in monotone, as Dylan opened the cage. Moments later, Chad was slurping away. Soon Dylan was exhausted after blowing his third load that night.
"Good doggy, Chad. After Brad is through with you, you should make a good pet. No, I don't plan to let Karl turn me into a stud dog. Though I might turn you into a hot fuckable woman? Right now I'm thinking you and Karl might make a couple of nice bitches for breeding with Brutus. Now for your reward for giving such good head. "
Dylan opened Brutus' cage, and set Chad inside with Brutus. He closed the cage. Brutus ' cold nose explored Chad's hindquarters. Chad felt the mastiff's hot wet tongue slurp his rosebud.
Dylan tapped on the tablet.
"He's lubing me up! You cannot let this happen! Dylan, you're my brother! I wouldn't do-"
Dylan laughed. "Your chat thoughts say otherwise, Chad. Oh, you think you would rescue me after teaching me a lesson. Right?" He paused, then said, "There. Now your pleasure sensation is set to the max. You're really going to enjoy this Chad."
Chad was silent betrayed by his own thoughts. Brutus put his paws on Chad's shoulders. Chad's human head screamed, " No! " as the mastiff's conical cock penetrated Chad's doggy body. Chad was living a horror film.