Instead of shrinking, the glowing figure seemingly became a tad larger as a large, rectangular muzzle pushed out. When the light cleared this time, a large, black great dane with a bit of white on his chest was sitting in the booth doggy-style, with droopy lips and a pair of triangular earlobes hanging from his box-like face. Opening his mouth to release a flat, pink tongue so he could pant a few times, he soon closed it again and immediately looked down between his legs at the bulky sheath dangling from his belly and the sizeable scrotum resting against the bench. He tilted his head, seemingly perplexed by the look and feel of a canine maleness clinging against his abdomen. Even so, it was obvious from any angle that Jonas was still male and that you had kept your promise. His tail started to wag. Hopping down out of of the booth, he looked back and gave his tail a few playful chases, seemingly excited to have one again. Looking back at you and swinging the appendage with gusto, he barked and gave a play bow.
"Who's a good boy?" you say in your well-honed dog-owner voice, shamelessly talking to your long-time friend as though he'd been your pet from the beginning. Far from being offended, his glistening black nose wiggled, and he reared up on his hind paws, flopping his front ones down on your shoulder to lick your face. You laughed, nearly losing your balance again the human-sized canine who was tackling you. You lay back on the ground, practically penned in by the hulking beast standing above you, still getting soaked by its on-going tongue-bath.
"Okay, okay," you say, laughing, freeing yourself with some difficulty from underneath your best friend. "Man, you are a cool dog," you say proudly, rubbing your hand vigorously between his ears, looking over the marvelous great dane you have created. "We're gonna have the best time together, aren't we boy?" you ask. Jonas barked again. You hit a couple of yellowed keys to save some log data, whistle for Jonas who is already sniffing corner of the room tentatively, and listen to the sturdy click of his large claws following you up the stairs from the basement. Still on a power trip from your successful invention and thrilled to have discovered that Jonas was as into the idea of him being a dog as you were, you smirked all the way back up to the main living area, wondering what you should do first.