Mike suddenly realized one downside...he was going to have to eat dog food, wasn't he? That didn't sound like the most appetizing thing in the world....maybe he could try that trick that Jake used to get him fed some of the meat.
As Jake moved from the fridge to counter, his forepaws seemed to look more and more like hands, with fingers and even a thumb. He needed it, to make the deli sandwich he was assembling as Mike watched. Mike frowned. Mustard on roast beef? Not exactly his taste.
The tongue wasn't the only thing that had flopped out of him though. He could feel something else coming out the other end. "A tail...cool," he remarked. He couldn't see much of himself, but he imagined the sight, just watching Jake, a dog with human-like hands, making a sandwich like it was that painting with the dogs playing poker or something.
Jake's head seemed to be shifting next, and Mike could see a nose starting to grow out of his face.
"Jake!" He called. The humanish dog looked down at him. Mike put his hands together...hands which had grown rather tiny over the last few moments, and tried to look cute.
When had Jake gotten so big? He felt like the bulldog was not only standing over him, but gigantic all of the sudden.
Jake tossed him a small scrap of roast beef. Mike caught it in his mouth and chewed it. =Victory...= he thought. =What would Jake do?=