"You see, Chad, we're going to be best friends," the other quarterback said tapping his screen.
A moment later Chad felt a pang in his abdomen, double over, was on all fours, and his body was changing again. He felt something moving by his buttocks, and looked down at where his hands used to be. He had black rubber paws.
"I'm a dog?" Chad exclaimed.
"Naw, you still got your head. Guess, that makes you my boy faced dog. And now your head is always at my crotch level, so you can easily service me."
Chad stared. He was eye level with the West High Quarterback's crotch. He swallowed, he wasn't sure if the guy wanted him to give him a blow job now or was just commenting that it would be easy for Chad now to give it when he wanted one. Why couldn't he remember that asshole's name? Someone said that he was in Steve's van, but Chad didn't think that was the quarterback's name.
"Uh, won't it be rather hard for me to go to school like this?"
"Dude, it's Spring Break, and if you don't behave I'll have Marco make you all dog and put you in obedience school. Oh, and I texted your 'rents that you're spending Spring Break with your good buddy from West High Trent Riverton's parents' estate in Palm Beach."
"Really?"
"Yeah, now get over here and give me some head."
Chad complied.