For the next hour, Chad paced around the clay field house track. On his third lap around the track, Chad noticed how his handprints and footprints had changed. The first set of prints were his normal handprints and footprints. The second set of imprints were smaller. They looked like they belonged to a toddler. He looked down at what should have been his right hand. He lifted it up. He stared at the paw print in the dirt.
"Woof?" Chad barked. He looked at his former hand. He had dog's paw.
Chad grunted. His diaper began to swell. His hands and feet were now paws. He glanced over his shoulder. A long furry tail was visible sticking out of his swelling diaper.
The door to the field house creaked open. The diapered dog trotted diagonally across the track toward the figure silhouetted in the doorway. Chad had quite connected his reduced stature with his overflowing diaper. As he ran the contents of the diaper sloshed and oozed around genitals and ass.
"Oh, that's a good boy, Chad!" the figure said squatting down and spreading its arms to welcome the former quarterback. The voice sounded odd to Chad. He wasn't sure if the voice was even human- let alone male or female. Still Chad ran toward the human shaped figure with open arms.
"Good boy!" the figure exclaimed embracing the furry diapered man dog. Hands ran over Chad's hairy muscles examining the manimal current body like a skilled veterinarian or dig show judge might. Chad accepted the touching as loving care. He buried his nose in the crouching person's crotch. A scent image formed in Chad's changing brain. Eventually, Chad raised his head to look into his new owner's eyes.
"Yeah, boy, you gotta shit away another 30 lbs or so for your transformation into my dog to complete. Then your obedience training can begin. I'm afraid you will have to wear the diaper until you are house trained. Dogs don't use toilets, and most dogs are paper trained as puppies. Unfortunately, you went from being a 19 year old human to a 19 month old dog, so you will need training, boy. Yes, you will, boy."
Holding Chad's head and inspecting his mouth, his owner continued.
"Oh, your gums are nicely swollen with your new canine teeth to come in and your old human teeth to fall out. So no fillings or dental work will show when I take you to the vet Monday to get your chip and shots."
Chad whimpered softly at the word shots. While Chad could no longer speak, and had to focus to understand individual words, he found the master's voice reassuring, comforting, and commanding. Chad looked up into the face, and remembered he had seen it before when he had been human.
Chad grunted and pushed out another half pound of former flesh.
"Good,Chad!" Master exclaimed, " Push out all that old jockboy shit, you're my dog now."