James does not like the way Benji is grinning, but before he can point it out, something else grabs his attention, when James breaths in, he is hit by all kinds of smells and scents, which bombard his young brain with information. One scent stands out the most, which makes him curious, without realizing what he is doing, James starts to sniff the air, he lowers his head, gets on his hands and knees and starts to crawl around, sniffing at the floor.
Benji watches in silent, the boy grins and chuckles a little, ‘James is even starting to act like a dog,’ he thinks to himself, ‘looks like his sense of smell has increased.’
James continues to sniff at the ground, not noticing as he crawls closer and closer to Benji, until he is sniffing at his friend’s jeans. The transforming boy is hit with information about his friend: clean, friendly, authority and a feeling to need to obey him.
Benji grins, “smelling something interesting?”
James jumps, realizing what he is doing, he quickly scurries back, staring at his friend in shock, “n-no…,” he lies.
Benji grins, “no need to lie,” he says, “I am curious: what do I smell like?”
“Um…,” James blushes, “y-you smell… clean… you also smell friendly… but also I get the feeling that… that I have to obey you.”
Benji grins, “hmmm…,” he says, “sounds as if I have a dominant smell about me.”
James groan, “these scents and smells are driving me mad,” he whines and clutches his head, “m-my ears also hurt from all of the noises!”
“Looks like your hearing is increasing too,” Benji says.
James looks at his friend, “w-will I turn into a full dog,” he asks, tears in his eyes, “I don’t wanna be a dog! I’m human!”
For a split second, Benji feels sorry for James, but that feeling is quickly pushed aside, ‘no time to feel sorry for James,’ he thinks to himself, ‘I’m enjoying this to much. I really want a dog, and James is perfect! What ever is happening to him: I LIKE IT!’
“Pl-please, Benji,” James says, “help me…. I don’t want to be a dog!”
“Quiet, James,” Benji says.
“Hu? Why,” James asks.
Benji tilts his head, “that didn’t work,” he says.
“What didn’t,” James asks, starting to get scared, “Benji, stop… y-you are scaring me!”
“Quiet, Milo,” Benji then says.
James opens his mouth but no sound comes out, his eyes widen in shock.
Benji grins, he stands up, looking down at James, “stand,” he says, James obeys, “okay, let’s see how far you are into becoming MY dog! Sit!”
James lets out a yelp when his finds himself crouching down, his butt on the floor and his hands between his legs. He stares up at Benji in fear, “pl-please, Benji,” he says, tears in his eyes, “pl-please… d-don’t… .”
“Quiet, Milo,” Benji says, and again James feels the command take effect as he once again is stripped from the ability to talk. Benji smirks, “sorry, James,” he says, “but I really want a dog, and you are perfect for the job! Don’t worry, Milo, I’ll take good care of you,” he leans down and pats James/Milo on the head.
James tries to move, but his body does not respond, instead he starts to feel relaxed, the patting feeling so soothing to him.
Benji grins, “good boy, Milo,” he says, this causes James to feel a strange feeling of pride, “now, here’s what we’ll do, Milo: to officially make you my dog, we’d need to visit the vets, you need to be chipped, examined and vaccinated, oh… and I’d need to register you!”
“Pl-please, Benji,” James says, “pl-please d-don’t do this? I… I thought we were friends! I don’t like this…!”
“Quiet, Milo,” Benji says, he then grins, “well, we WERE friends, now I am your OWNER, and there is nothing you can do to stop it from happening! What ever is transforming you into MY dog, it is amazing! This is the best effing day of my life!”
James is dumbstruck, he stares up at his friend in disbelief, ‘s-something changed about Benji,’ he thinks to himself, ‘is it the same… thing? What ever is transforming me… is it also effecting Benji? Making him… dominant?’
“Before we leave,” Beni says, “we need something that we can use as a leash, until I can buy you a collar and proper leash!”
“Y-you can’t force me,” James says, “I am NOT your freacking dog! And stop calling me “Milo”! My name is James!”
Benji grins, “well, let’s test that,” he says, “stand, James,” James stays sitting, not reacting, Benji smirks, “stand, Milo!”
James eyes widen as he feels himself stand up normal, “n-no… not p-possible!”
Benji chuckles, “you might still remember your name and react in some ways to “James”,” he says, “but, as it appears, every time I say “Milo” with a command, is when you react the way you should. Now, be a good boy and stay, Milo, until I’ve found something we can use for a leash and makeshift collar.”