Ken points at the naked Jeff, who is just sitting on the carpet like a dog, “do you remember who that is?”
“Of course,” Kyle says, “that is my naked stupid big brother Je…”.
Kyle is suddenly cut off when Ken claps his hands, the 10-year-old frowning as he suddenly forgets his own brother, “this is “Caspar”, my one-year-old white Malinois,” Ken then says, “you know him since he was a little puppy!”
Kyle would feel his mind tingle as the sentence Ken had just said becomes the truth, “yes, that’s “Caspar” your one-year-old white Malinois,” Kyle then says, “of course I remember him!”
Ken grins, “can you remember where you are right now,” he then asks.
Kyle feels his mind work as it pulls up his memories of his home, however, when Ken suddenly stomps on the ground, Kyle finds himself blinking in confusion, “n-no… I don’t, where are we Ken?”
Ken smirks, “don’t worry about it, Kyle,” he says, “after all… a toy like you doesn’t need to know where it currently is, right?”
Kyle looks confused at Ken, “what are you talking about, Ken,” he asks, “I am not a toy! I’m a hum…”.
Ken claps his hands, “no Kyle, you are not a human, even though you have the appearance of a human, you are nothing more than a toy… a dog toy to be precise, right?”
Kyle blinks, “r-right… I’m a dog toy, I just happen to look like a human,” he says, “s-sorry… I have no idea why I have thought of myself as a real human… that is just silly!”
“Do you have a name,” Ken then asks, “or do you know anyone with the name “Kyle Davis”?”
“Kyle Davis is my na…,” Kyle tries to say, but is cut off when Ken claps his hands.
“Silly toy, toys don’t have names,” Ken says.
“Oh… yeah, right,” Kyle says as his mind tingles, making what Ken had just said true.
Ken smiles, “now tell me, do toys wear clothes?”
“No, of course not,” Kyle says.
“Then why are YOU wearing clothes?”
Kyle looks down at himself, then back up at Ken, a confused expression on his face, “I… I don’t know,” he says.
“Well, take them off,” Ken says, “after all… you are a toy!”
Kyle instantly strips out of his clothes, soon the 10-year-old is standing naked in front of Ken.
Ken smirks, ‘this power I possess is so amazing,’ he thinks to himself, ‘this is so much fun,’ the teen then thinks of what to do next. After a minute of thinking, Ken then says, “now listen closely, toy: though your skin appears like flesh, it is not, instead it is made out of rubber! It has to be to prevent you from being damaged and destroyed when a dog bites down on and plays with you!”
“Yes, my skin is made of rubber,” Kyle repeats, and Ken grins as he watches the 10-year-old’s skin take on the texture of rubber.
“Tell me, do you feel pain and do you have any kind of emotions?”
“Yes, I can feels pain and I have emo…,” Kyle is cut off by Ken clapping.
“Silly toy, toys don’t feel any pain nor do they have any emotions,” Ken says.
Kyle would suddenly feel his body go numb as his nerves vanish, “right, we toys don’t feel pain nor do we have any emotions,” the 10-year-old says, his voice sounding cold and even his expression takes on a more neutral look.
Ken smiles, “now, for a toy you are way to big,” he says, “you have to fit into the mouth of a dog, so I think eight inches is a more appropriate size”. The teen grins as he watches Kyle shrink, soon Kyle is not bigger than 8-inches, Ken walks over and picks up the shrunken boy, grinning wide when he feels the rubber texture of the boy’s skin.
Kyle doesn’t seem bothered when Ken picks him up, the shrunken boy simply stares at Ken.
Ken grins, “tell me, toy,” he says, “what would happen when I squeeze you?”
“Nothing,” Kyle says.
“Wrong toy,” Ken says, “when I squeeze you you let out a squeak, because that is the only sound you make, after all: you are a squeaky bone toy that looks like a shrunken human boy, and toys don’t talk. So, why don’t we try it?”
When Ken squeezes Kyle, the shrunken boy a silent squeak is heard, which becomes louder and louder the more Ken squeezes the boy as Kyle’s stomach becomes the squeaker.
Ken smirks, “and toys are unable to stand,” he says, “so, when I place you on the floor you’ll topple over, and when I drop you, you’d bounce and let out a squeak, since your body is made of rubber and you have a squeaker”. The teen grins when he feels Kyle’s body tremble in his hand as the command takes effect, Ken then lets Kyle fall to the ground and laughs when Kyle bounces and squeaks before lying completely still on the floor.
The teen looks over at “Caspar”, the “dog” watching the whole process with curiosity, Ken grins, “Caspar, this squeaky bone has been your first toy I gave you when you were a puppy, it is your most favorite toy and you have a strong connection to it,” he says.
“Caspar” shakes himself when he feels a shiver run through his body, the “dog” stares at the “toy” then at Ken letting out a whimper.
Ken grins, “alright, boy,” he says, “you can play with your toy, you’ve been such a good boy, you deserve a reward. To make it easier for you to play with your toy, your mouth will push out into a muzzle and your teeth will sharpen while your tongue will flatten, lengthen and become rougher. Also, your back legs will reshape, becoming digitigrade, which will make it easier for you to walk and run on all fours”.
When Ken finishes his command, “Caspar” doesn’t notices the changes to his body as he lets out an excited bark as he pounces on his “toy”, biting down on it, his butt wriggling wildly when the “toy” lets out a loud squeak.
Ken laughs to himself, with his new appearance, Jeff looks less like a human and more like some weird dog, the teen grins to himself as he leans back in Jeff’s chair, watching his “dog” play with its “favorite toy”.
“I just love this power,” Ken says, “this is so much fun! What should I do now? “Caspar” needs his shots and chipping. However, I could reset him to his normal mental state, just to get his reaction. What should I do?”