Chad woke with a killer hangover. He rubbed his palm across his face. It wasn't a paw, it was a hand, it was his hand. It sort of sobered him up. He was curled up on a dog bed with a blanket that smelled like a wet dog. He sat up suddenly, and grabbed his head. It throbbed. He looked down at his chest. Just two aeriolae where they were supposed to be. But further down his torso were fading brown spots. He hadn't hallucinated it all, had he?
He peeled back the blanket, and freaked more. He had his cock back or a cock. He hadn't had a foreskin before. He did now, and the foreskin was attached to his lower abs like a dog's sheath. He stood up, and the leash attached to his collar pulled him back on his butt.
Chad ran his fingers over the collar, but it never occurred to him that he could unbuckle it. There were a couple of empty dog bowls nearby. Maybe someone would come to feed.him.
Chad slept off his hangover. When the basement door opened, he was up on all fours wagging his buns as Geoff entered.
"Yeah, bestest bitchboi ever, aren't you. Chad?"
Chad wanted to say something else, but instead barked happily, "Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Geoff laughed, "you can speak English now, Chad. Here's your breakfast." He emptied an open can of dogfood into one of the bowls. The cylinder of unidentified meats stood wobbling in the dog bowl.
Geoff slapped his forehead, "Ber you're thirsty too." He whipped out his cock and pissed until the second bowl was full.
"Eat up, Chad. You got a hot date this afternoon. Remember Nick Kowalsky?"
"Quarterback for Northfield High?"
"Yeah, he was at the party last night. He wants to father your puppies, and he paid a handsome fee for the pick of your litter."
Chad was nervously sniffing the dogfood, he felt sick eating it, but he was so hungry, and thirsty. He looked at the yellow suds in the other dog bowl. Nick K. wanted to father Chad's puppies.
"Huh?" Chad grunted.
"Do you remember English, Chad?" Geoff asked.
Chad licked his lips, then said in a hoarse voice, "I think so? How can I have puppies?"
Chad tugged at his dick.
"Lower, feel below your balls, bitchboi," Geoff said.
Slowly Chad did. Under his balls was a wet camel toe. His eyes widened at the realization.
"Now you get it. Kowalski is shelling out $5k, so try to get pregnant today. Or you'll be doing repeat performances as Nick's bitch until you do get pregnant. Hopefully, you'll have all male pups. In about 2 years, they can become 20 year old dog slave's, and we can sell them for a hefty profit. "
Chad's eyes widened.
"Of course it means you with spend a few months as a dog until the pups are born and weaned. Still baseball season is months away, and I do want you to play ball for our school."
"Now eat, Chad!" Geoff ordered.
Reluctantly, Chad obeyed. The cold mushy meat tasted better than it smelled, and better than Chad expected. He wolfed it all down, and didn't even notice the pill Geoff had hidden in his food.