Kyle lay unconscious on Chad's bed with his body becoming more and more canine as the nanobots did their job. Kyle's penis had been sticking up as Kyle's morning wood. Now Kyle was on his side with his legs out, and his penis attached to his belly. Brad led the android down the hall, then entered Tad's room. Tad was already up, and doing his morning push-ups.
"Inject him!" Brad ordered Chad.
The android moved toward Tad. The youth jumped up, but the android caught his wrist in its vise like grip. Tad grabbed the hypodermic arm, and held it away from him.
"Resistance is futile," snickered Brad.
Tad struggled with the android.
Brad added, "besides you said you wanted to bulk up."
"I won't use steroids, Brad!"
Brad leaned in, "They aren't steroids."