James feels the command affect him, as he tries to move but finds that he is unable to, grinning Benji starts to search the room for something to use as a makeshift belt and collar.
Benji soon finds one of James’s belt, “perfect,” he says, he grabs the belt and approaches James, grinning.
“Don’t you fucking DARE, put that belt around my neck,” James says.
“Quiet, Milo,” Benji says, “you have nothing to say in this, I am your master and owner, and I KNOW what is good for you.”
James is helpless, he feels so humiliated as Benji straps the belt around his neck, “this is hell,” he mumbles, “why is this happening to me?”
Benji grins, holding the other end of the belt, “who cares,” he says, “now, let’s get going,” he tugs on the leash, but James does not budge.
“I am NOT going outside naked,” James says, “what if people see me? What if someone from school sees me?”
Benji smirks, “I don’t think anyone will care,” he says, “if your mom seems to not recognize you and think that you are my little puppy “Milo”, then other most certainly won’t think otherwise!”
“I am NOT a puppy! I am NOT a dog! I am NOT YOURS,” James says, “what has gotten into you, Benji?”
Benji just shrugs, “dunno, don’t care,” he says, “now, get your butt moving. Heel, Milo!”
James’s eyes widen as his body moves into position beside Benji and as Benji starts to walk, James stays by his friend’s side.
Benji walks down the stairs, James’s mom is in the kitchen, “miss Gordon,” Benji says, “I’ll be taking Milo to the vets, I still have to get him checked, examined, chipped and registered.”
“Okay, Benji,” Jamie says, “what’s with James?”
“I don’t know,” Benji lies, “he has not returned.”
“Hmm… oh well,” Jamie says, “he has always been a lazy kid, he’ll return sooner or later.”
‘Or never,’ Benji thinks to himself, grinning at James, who is standing there in shock, “come, Milo. Let’s get you to the vets,” with that, Benji leads James out of the front door and down the street.
As they walk down the street, James is blushing hard, but he soon realizes that everyone seem to not see a naked human boy, they all seem to see a cute puppy. No matter who they meet, they all ask Benji if they could pet the “cute puppy”. Benji, of course, allows it, grinning every time he sees how uncomfortable James/Milo seems to be.
“This is so humiliating,” James whines as they continue on their way, after another round of petting.
“Hehe,” Benji says, “oh come on, Milo. I can tell that you enjoy the attention.”
“Stop calling me that,” James says, scowling at his friend, “and no, I am NOT!”
Benji just grins, “you will, sooner or later, admit that you are enjoying it,” he says, “I wonder what will change next about you. You are walking on two legs, which is wrong! You have no fur, also wrong! You are to big to be a 8-week-old Labrador puppy! And you don’t have a tail!”
“I hope NOTHING happens,” James says, but he starts to feel strange and for some reason he feels that the next change is about to happen.
“We’ll see,” Benji says, grinning, “I have a feeling that, by the time we arrive at the vets, that you have changed a little bit more into becoming my pup!”