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Chronivac Version 4.0

Day One of Phase One

added 2 months ago A O Mental Canine

Jeff smirked, he knew exactly who to use this on. His bitchy little sister, always nagging on him. The thought of her becoming nothing more than an obedient, tail wagging, diaper filling, dog was too good to pass up.

He glosses over the code again, swapping some sentences around and making the results more flexible. The end was kept intact though. He activated the Chronivac, now all he had to do was wait, as his sister slowly became a shitting dog.

As morning fell on Jeff’s household, his sister (Chole) slammed her blaring alarm.

“Fucking school.”

If she had her way she’d skip school, but that would just make everything worse. She rose from her bed into her bathroom. She caught a glance of her brother's room, the lights were on and he was already dressed.

“Good grief, he didn’t sleep. The idiot.” She walks up to his door. “Hey dumbass, it’s Monday !”

Jeff swings his desk chair around with a smirk on his face. “I know, Chole.”

Chole glares at her brother. “What did you do ?”

“Huh ?”

“I know that look, you did something.”

Jeff’s eyes darted around trying to think of an excuse. “I was just here doing homework, okay ?!”

Chole rolled her eyes. “Whatever you did, don’t fuck with my clothes, I’ll drop that damn computer in the creak.” Chole scowled. She unconsciously held a hand up to her stomach, it was turning slightly.

“Some respect please ?” Jeff smirked.

“For you ? Fuck off. You are that last person I'd show respect to.” Chole flick a bird at her smiling brother before storming off into the bathroom.

Jeff turned away with a huge smirk on his face, he knew what was going to happen to her.

On the toilet, Chole pulled out her phone as she began to shit. However she soon became overwhelmed with a feeling of disappointment. As if she missed an opportunity. An intrusive thought infected her brain. She could see a vision of herself, outside on all fours. Wearing nothing but thick fur and a diaper. The image of herself as a diaper wearing dog fills her with pleasure for some reason.

After she's done she stands from the toilet, in a worse mood so suddenly. Normally she would take this out of Jeff, however she didn’t feel as if that would fix anything this time around.


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