Chad gaped, at the end of the leashes was Coach Sinclair's daughter, Karen.
She saw the expression on the now mostly pug dog's face, and laughed. You could see the resemblance to Chad's human face, if you knew it was Chad, otherwise it was just a startled looking pug dog.
Chad barked but was still knotted to the coach's bitch.
"Hey, stud, looks like you got lucky with one of the coach's girls. Just probably not the one you were expecting. Now finishing up with Gertrude, I've got a kennel full of bitches in heat just waiting to meet you, Chad."
Chad did a double take and shook his head.
Karen sighed, "It's not like you have much of a choice. Once you get a whiff of their pheromones, nature will take its course. My boyfriend bought a puppy mill, he got 35 females, and 3 studs, except the studs turned out to be duds. So I volunteered you to hid puppy farm's new stud."
Chad glared and whined.
Karen chuckled. "You done with Gerty, stud? You passed the first job test, and the sooner you get all the bitches pregnant, the sooner well, we will see."
Karen looked at her watch. This was taking longer than she planned. Maybe she should have waited blowing the special fog whistle until after he was in the fieldhouse? Her boyfriend was waiting, she was horny, and she figured he would be really grateful for the new stud dog, and there would be time for at least an hour of hot sex before she had to be home for dinner.
Chad's ADHD and OCD seemed to be on steroids, as he seemed to forget about Karen, and once being human. He was solely focused on mating with that hot bitch beneath him.
Karen watched impatiently. At least Chad would be more manageable at pug size.