"There, bro," Brad said stepping back to admire his formerly human brother's freshly groomed and blow dried poodle cut, "now you look like a proper poodle." He paused. Bit his lip, looked perplexed, and muttered, "But there's something missing?"
"Aha, I know!" Brad beamed wickedly.
Chad whimpered. He was a dog. He had just been humiliated with a flea bath, and a frou-frou poodle cut. What was Brad going to do next? He braced himself for the worst.
Soon Chad was soaked again. Brad applied some foul smelling liquid to Chad's fur. It stung his skin. Finally, he was rinsed and dried. Then Brad tied ribbons to his ears, tail, collar, and head. Brad stepped back and grinned.
"Maybe a tad more than Karl would like," Brad snickered, "but Chad's a definite head headturner like this. Whoops! If we're going to get lucky at the park. He needs some scent. Doesn't he, Max?"
The heavy perfume that Brad sprayed all over Chad next was cheap, flowery, and drowned Chad's own now acute sense of smell. Brad put the sprayer down, and picked up a smaller spray model. Chad just stood there. Then he yelped as the cold spray blasted his rosebud. His canine anus stung and twitched.
Max's big red cock was out of his sheath, and Brad was sporting a boner too. Chad felt even more humiliated, though he didn't know quite why, but he knew Brad felt pleased by what he had done to Chad.
A ten minute ride in the caged kennel back of Brad's SUV, while Max sat in the passenger seat upfront next to Brad reminded Chad that he wasn't top dog anymore. He was Max's bitch. As Brad ignored Chad, and chatted with Max, this hit home more with Chad than when Max climbed on top of Chad pinning him to the ground. Brad must've had a bitch in heat in the back of his vehicle recently. In spite of his heavy perfume, Chad's nose was definitely picking up the scent of a bitch in heat. His cock slid from its sheath in response.
Soon they were at the park. Chad contemplated bolting out of the vehicle the moment Brad opened the door. Brad however was an excellent dog trainer, and had anticipated that Chad would try to escape. He opened the back of the SUV door only a few inches, and offered Chad a treat.
The meaty morsel reminded Chad of how hungry he was, and in spite of himself, he trotted cautiously over to Brad. Click, the leash was back on his collar, but the tiny bit of food was worth it. As Brad held the leash firmly, and opened the door wide, Chad saw Max waiting behind Brad to herd Chad. Even if he had bolted out the back, Max would have been all over him in seconds. There was no escape for Chad.
Brad