Jeff bounded out of the corner toward where Bruiser was sitting next
to Richie. As he ran, Jeff's semihard cock flopped out of his boxers'
fly. He stretched out his arms and hugged both Bruiser and Richie.
His face moved back and forth alternately slobbering on Bruiser and
Richie.
"Down boy!" laughed Richie.
Bruiser seemed a bit confused. He'd watched his lovely hairy black
bitch shed almost all those beautiful hairs and grow into a big pink
slab of flesh with legs. He tentatively sniffed and then licked Jeff's
cock.
"There Bruiser, don't worry, I know just the sort of man you'd like to
be, but first, Bro, can I borrow some clothes and cash. I need to get
Bruiser a wardrobe and maybe some gear for me to wear too."
"Yeah, sure, Jeff," said Richie. He added, "You don't mind being my
dog and my best man?"
"Bro, I'm honored. I'd never've found my life partner, Bruiser-Bruce,
if you hadn't," Jeff said disappearing into the hallway.
"Well, Bruiser, what sort of man do you think Jeff will make you into?
"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," Jeff said re-entering wearing
Richie's dirty jeans and t-shirt from the laundry hamper, and holding
Richie's wallet which had been on the bathroom counter. He extracted
the debit/ATM card and asked, "Pin code still 4-1-90?"
It was the ATM card that they shared before the Chronivac changed
things. The PIN was Jeff's birth date. He was an April Fool Baby.
"Yeah," Richie said. He paused to wonder why he hadn't changed it to
his own birth date, and shrugged. It made since to keep it as Jeff's
birth date - after all no one else knew Jeff existed, let alone his
birth date. It was the perfect PIN.
The next thing Richie knew he was in the car letting Jeff drive
barefoot since his feet were bigger than Richie's, he was in the
passenger seat clad only in his workout shorts and tennies. The big
Great Dane was squeezed into the back seat and the Chronivac was on
the floor plugged in with an AC adapter to the car's power jack.
The engine roared, and the car lurched forward. The first stop was...