Chad found the big warm heavy animal lying on top of him strangely comforting, in spite of Max's massive knot torturing his insides. Chad closed his eyes and focused on his happy place.
He was dreaming he was a kid playing by the lake. He lay on the pier on his belly with his chin cradled in the palms of his hands. The warm sun beat on his back.
He heard Brad's puppy bark, "MINE!"
Dogs can't talk, dream Chad thought.
"MINE!" Max boomed.
Chad felt the dog's hot breath on his neck, and his furrybbarrel chest press against Chad's back.
Why had he decided to sunbathe nude? He felt Max's shaft penetrate and grow in him. But that wasn't how it happened. Max had weighed only 100-120 lbs then, and Chad, while only 14 weighed 135 lbs. He had pulled out from under Max and jumped in the lake, he remembered that, but today Max seemed to grow huge. Or maybe Chad shrunk? Chad was impaled by Max's knotted penis, and dangling in mid air from the giant mastiff. He awoke.
The reality was worse than the nightmare. He was a tiny pug dog wearing a plastic cone hanging from Max's boner. He had been fixed.
Max barked, "MINE!"
Dogs cannot talk. Or maybe I'm starting to understand dog language.
Max laughed a couple of short barks.
"Mine. All mine," Max's voice said softly. "Mine make right."
Chad felt his body surge, growing and expanding. Max's knot inside of him grew smaller, the burning pain grew more pleasant. Chad's paws touched the concrete. Chad's torso widened, he felt Max's powerful forelegs press against his ribs.
Chad yelped.
"Mine, better," Max said.
Chad looked down through the cone. His forearms were visible. They looked like his arms except covered with tawny fur, and ending in paws. What was Karl doing to him now.
"Not him. Max make Mine right," said Max.
"Oh, fuck. Now Max is controlling the nanobots," sighed Chad, "wait! I can speak again. But I've still got a dog's body, right? Is my head human or still canine?"
An image formed in his mind. He had a human head, but his body was some sort of hybrid. Torso appeared human, except covered in fur, and he had a tail, and the bright red cock was definitely canine. His arms and legs were furry and in canine proportions, and ended in paws. The image identified as Mine not Chad. A some point, Max had unknotted, and walked across the kennel enclosure, and Chad realized he was seeing himself through Max's eyes.
"Oh, gawd. Max thinks I'm his mate!" Chad exclaimed, "And he's not really talking. Max is forming words in my mind? But how? I'm so fucked,"Chad sighed.
Max thought, "Mine, fuck good. Mine fuck now." Max began to mount Chad again.
"Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine....."
Chad moaned. Why did Max have to feel so good inside of him? Why did he feel so good every time Max called him Mine?