Chad felt hot all over. The opening between his hind legs was hot and juicy. He felt strangely hollow, he needed his hole filled badly. The transformed footballer ran slower, as tiny Topper gained ground on Chad.
Chad tried to blame, Topper mounting and knotting with Chad on the fact that he was still shrinking into his new canine form while Topper was chasing him.
After his initial euphoria at being mounted, Chad became first bored, and then annoyed. How long did dogs knot for anyway? A minute or two? Maybe 5 minutes? By the time he realized he was really knotted to coach's dog, it had been over 10 minutes
"Aw, Coach, your Topper is so cute," said Dylan.
"Yeah, cute," snarled the coach.
"See how he rubs his paw on her shoulders trying to calm her down."
"That your bitch?"Coach asked. Dylan shook his head no. Coach continued, "Know who's bitch that is?"
"Nope. Looks like she has a collar. Maybe has a tag?" Dylan suggested.
"We'll, check later. Next class will be coming in, and we need to relocate the lovebirds. Dylan help me carry them."
Chad couldn't exactly see what was happening but strong hands pressed against the two dogs bodies and lifted the knotted pair a few inches off the floor, and carried the two animals out of the locker room through the noisy laundry room into a windowless, concrete block storage closet. The light on the ceiling came to life as it detected motion. The two animals were unceremoniously dumped.
As the heavy metal door swung shut trapping Topper and Chad inside, Coach said, "Thanks, Dylan. You better get changed. Hey, you know where your bro Chad is?"
Dylan shrugged, "Chad, wouldn't be surprised if that horn dog was getting some."
The door clanged shut.
Getting some? Herndon? Chad thought angrily. Yeah, I guess I'm getting some, alright. Did Dylan know his bro had been transformed into Topper's new bitch? Was he involved or responsible for this prank?
At last, Topper unkotted and separated. He trotted around yipping in their concrete prison. Chad just lay there on the floor. Alternately, he thanked God for letting it end, and asked what he did to deserve this?
Topper stopped yapping. He was cantering back and forth. His red cock was sticking out of it'd sheath. He was repeating a guttural almost purring sound. Chad got to her feet, and scampered to the door barking loudly, and jumping against the door. Nobody would likely hear the tiny thuds she was making over the sound of the industrial dryers in the next room. Still Chad knew that he was still in heat, and Topper was getting ready for round two. If he wasn't pregnant after being mounted once, he almost certainly would be after 2, 3, 4 or however many second winds that Topper got, while they were confined to this closet.
Topper took a step toward Chad. The light flickered out. The dogs were too close to the floor to activate the motion detector.