Fetch wasn't Chad's favorite game normally, but since he had become a poodle, it seemed it now was. Chad kept running after the ball, and dutifully bringing it back to Brad. He was prancing around naked with that ludicrous poodle cut with partly shaved arms, legs, and midsection, not to mention his head.
Max lounged on his side with his big red dick exposed from his sheath. Max was getting off watching the former human who hated playing fetch lose itself playing fetch as a dog. While amused and turned on, Max remained vigilant. Chad was still a willful pup, it needed to be broken. It was his bitch now.
Max was far more aware than a dog should be. From his intimate time with Chad, Max had collected some of his nanobots. The nanobots had improved Max, and while communicating with each other created a bridge between the two dogs' minds. Max was downloading bits of Chad's personality, as well as his memories.
When Chad paused realizing it was a neuticle and not a regular ball, it wasn't the reason that he paused. It wasn't a squirrel either. He had seen Bruno run by chasing his dog Molly. He caught a whiff of Holly in heat. He hadn't yet realized that Max literally was in his head. Now memories of Bruno flooded his mind. Wearing only a Speedo, his penis pressed against Chad's back, and naked in the locker room paraded through his mind. Brad shouted. Chad looked down at the ball. Focus on the ball. That was when he realized it was a prosthetic.
Max would enjoy training Bruno, if he got a chance. He smiled his dog smile, he was really enjoying breaking this bitchboi.
On the way back to the SUV, Chad smelled a lot of dogs in heat. A U-haul truck was parked by the side of the road with the back open. A dozen bitches in heat were tied up in the back of it. Chad strained at his leash, he needed to run to investigate. He needed to hump those dogs.
"Stay, Chad!" Brad ordered.
Max growled softly.
Words formed in Chad's mind,
"You belong to Max now," growled the voice, "you don't stick your dick anywhere anymore, the only dick for Chad is Max's dick inside you."
Chad froze. He was too frightened to obey instinct, and he stayed. Only when he heard Karl's voice did Chad realize that his leash wasn't taut. Brad must have dropped it after the stay command.
Karl was blathering on about Brad bringing bitchboi to school each day, and kennel training him nights and weekends, and being impressed with Brad's command over Chad. Brad was explaining it was really Max.
Max didn't like the idea of letting Chad out-of his sight. He moved next to Chad as much to protect him as to assert dominance.
Back at the kennels, once Chad was in its caged stall, Karl changed back into his naked self.
"B-brad, uh,uh," Chad stammered. Max was nowhere in sight, but the growling voice in his head told the caged stud to stay and not speak.
"Yeah, Chad, you make a good dog. Your master Karl wants more than a good dog. I've never trained a sex slave before. Thanks for the opportunity, Karl."
Silence, growled the voice in Chad's head.
Max had changed too. He headed to the infirmary when he realized that he was now human to check himself out. Chad saw flashes of a big hairy blackhaired muscle man in his mind. He had no idea they were reflections that Max was seeing of himself. Max was 6'5, 275 lbs of hairy muscle.
Max quickly realized that he would need clothing to pass for human, and he needed to remove the hair from his face. He used the electric razor that Brad had used on Chad to give him the poodle cut to remove his beard. Karl had brought Chad's gym bag, backpack and clothing from the school, and they were sitting on the infirmatory desk.
Max was soon dressed in Chad's jockstrap, shorts, socks and shoes. It was a tight fit, but the tshirt was too small, and ripped when Max tried it on. Max grabbed Chad's wallet, shoved it in the jockstrap pouch, and headed out.