Chad's adrenalin was at its max, as the tiny dog fled. He didn't want to lose his balls, he didn't want to go to obedience training, he didn't want to be a dog. He didn't know how to escape being a dog, but he knew how to escape from his father's veterinary clinic.
He bolted down the hallway, into the private office, up on the chair, then on the desk, and out the window through the screen and into the bushes below the window. Dylan valiantly pursued the tiny dog out the window only to catch his trousers on the nail on the windowsill meant to hold the screen in place. He dangled from the window with his feet about a foot off the ground.
Dylan shouted, "Stop that dog!"
Brad had just pulled up, saw Dylan dangling there and shouting and pointing. He saw the tiny pug darting away from the clinic. He opened his SUV door, and unleashed his mastiff. Pointing toward the rump of the pug as it vanished behind a bush, Brad commanded, "Fetch!"
Max darted out of the SUV, crashed through the bushes on a intercept course. Chad heard the barking and crashing of the huge dog pursuing him.
Max sniffed loudly. The little dog smelled like someone else. The mastiff hesitated as the scent registered in its mind. Then it redoubled its pursuit, in fifteen seconds Chad felt the beast's giant slobbering maw swallow him. Chad yelped in terror from the toothy prison of Max's mouth. Max slowly and triumphantly strutted back toward his Master Brad. The blonde human male was the same as the tiny dog in his mouth. His long tongue slid and probed all over the small dog's body.
Chad's eyes widened as Max's tongue coaxed Chad's new tiny dick out of his little doggy sheath. Then he yelped in horror as Max's tongue probed, then plunged into Chad's rectum.
Brad, Dylan and Karl stood there staring at the big black mastiff casually strutting over to where they stood next to the clinic entrance. They had witnessed pounce on the tiny retreating pug, and now the big dog was trotting toward them, and the pug was nowhere in sight.
Only Karl knew that the tiny dog was really Chad. If Brad knew that Chad was now a dog, he wouldn't have suspected that the tiny fugitive purse dog was really his formerly study 6'3" 185 lb kid bro. Dylan being Chad's twin might have felt an odd kinship to the dog version of his twin, but he didn't have a clue that the dog was really Chad. All three of them thought the mastiff had eaten Chad.
At least they thought that until the heard the unmastiff like high pitched whiny sob coming from his maw. Max walked up to Brad, and spat out the saliva covered tiny dog at Brad's feet between his polished boots.
Chad landed on his back coated with dog drool. His tiny pooch penis was connected to his muzzle by a thick slimy string of Max's drool. He smelled like a wet dog. Duh. He was a wet dog. He struggled back to all fours prepared to run again.
Max barked at Chad blasting the small dog with his hot breath. Chad didn't want to go back in the mastiff's mouth, so Chad squatted down on his belly, and glared up at Max. Chad didn't know how, but he was sure that Max knew who he really was. Brad's dog was always all over him when Chad was human. Now the huge dog was smirking down at Chad, as if to say, "I told you I was top dog, and now you're mine, bitch." The words Chad imagined the mastiff staying chilled him to the bone. He had been to Brad's obedience school before, and witnessed Max mounting other dogs to help break them. Max was always trying to mount Chad before, now Chad was terrified he would. Chad looked up desperately at Brad.
Brad laughed, as he stooped down and picked Chad up. He said, "Good boy, Max!"
Handing Chad to Dylan, Brad said, "I think this is what you were looking for, Dylly."
Dylan winced at the sound of his nickname. He stared Chad in the face, "You won't be trying that again after we cut your nuts off."
Karl licked his lips, he couldn't wait to learn Chad's nickname.
Brad looked concerned, and said, "Karl, is this the dog you want me to start training tomorrow?"
"Yep, that's Chad."
"Well, if you cut his balls off, we will have to wait at least 2 weeks then. Or if you want me to train him now, you'll have to wait 8 weeks to neuter Chad."
Karl pursed his lips, as he was forced to choose.