As Chuck watched the couple outside the window, he realized that he shouldn't give Margie the pass to be some young, hung, twunk without some sort of recompense for being a nosy bitch all the time.
As the new Private Dick stood there, Richard watched as he began to change and morph. Gaining age again slightly. Not much, but if he was thinking about it now, he'd put his age more around 35 or 40 rather than the 19 years he had before. He also watched in horror as one of his hands vanished ending in a rounded stump at the end of three quarters of a forearm. Ret. Private Harry Dick stood there not recognizing or acknowledging that a change had taken place.
"Hurry up and piss!" His former wife shouted down at the naked youth now on his hands and knees in the grass next to the sidewalk.
Richard couldn't believe it and he tried to protest but all that came out was a doggish wimper. Then, he found himself pawing around the grass without really wanting to and lifting his right leg. He looked down at his crotch and watched with horror as the dark yellow liquid splashed into the grass.
His horror was redoubled when he saw the large red lipstick-shaped dog dick that was splattering the piss into the grass.
Jacob began talking to Harry again. Their previous conversation forgotten.
"That sure is a neat dog you've got there, Mr. Dick." Jacob said, trying to be polite.
"No, he's dumb as shit." Harry replied gruffly. "I got him to help me around the house, you know like one of those service dogs," Harry pointed to the stump where his hand had been. "But he's more work than he is anything else."
Richard had finished pissing and he felt his body move into action, rushing toward the sweaty hunk. He was disgusted when he got to him and began to sniffle and slobber the sweaty crotch.
Jacob shifted his weight back but didn't push the dog off.
"He just loves a good crotch." Harry said, letting the dog boy that had once been his husband of decades go after the boy for just a little bit longer.
Finally he pulled him off and Richard sat there on his haunches panting, his face flushed and his mind reeling from the gross smells and tastes his body had unwillingly drawn him to. He tried to protest. He tried to beg for whatever sick God was tormenting him to stop but all that came out were the happy noises of a man pretending to bark.
"That's enough of that ya mutt. Time to get you back to your kennel." Harry said with a grunt and another yank on the leash. Harry gave the young man in front of him another look up and down. He said, "Sure is nice of you to help out Chuck. Maybe some time you can come over and do some things around my place." Harry groped his crotch a little as he said that.
"Sure thing Mr. Harry." Jacob said without question.
Chuck smiled. Say what you want about Michael, he had raised good boys. Chuck hadn't needed to make them considerate and eager to please.
Harry Dick turned back toward his house down the road. Yanking Doggie Dick's leash when he had hesitated back toward the young man.
Richard couldn't speak. He couldn't fight back. His wife was gone, replaced by this gruff amputee. He was now in the body of his nineteen year old self. Forced to act like and be treated like a dog by everyone in the world. There was no way to fight it. No way to complain. No way to do anything but follow where the leash and his master we're taking him.
Chuck grinned broadly as he watched his handiwork make its way down the street. The Jenkins man was going to learn a costly lesson about keeping his nose out of other people's business.