Chad had trouble focusing. He was a man. He was a rubber puppy. He is a slinky. No, he's a ma-rubber puppy slinky? He was sweating as he tried to focus. He was focusing o hard, he didn't notice that someone was standing over him, and attached a leash to him. Only when the leash tugged, and he heard laughing did he look up.
He trotted behind the black trousers, and looked up at the cute muscular male butt visible through the tight fabric. Who? It was only when his body felt stretched taut that his hind feet started moving and caught up with him. What the heck was going on? He looked over at the full-length hall mirror, and stared. He had his cute black rubber puppy muzzle, but his body stretched as he was pulled forward revealing his hollow spring body. His butt and hind legs followed with his tail wagging frantically as his spring body contracted.
The man holding the leash laughed and said, "Heh, heh, not at all what I was expecting Slinky Dog! Ha!"
Then he led Chad out of his front door into the bright sunlight. Chad wasn't sure why he didn't resist. Was it the leash rendering him docile? Or was it his confusion of whether he was a rubber pup or a slinky? Did it matter? If he ever wanted to figure out what was happening to him, he figured he had to follow Blackie (as he dubbed the man in black).
"Woop!" said Chad as he bounced down the steps.