"As a gay submissive dog slave," laughed Dean, "I think I'll call you
Spike!"
"What? That can't be an option? Gulp, I guess it is. Hey, this also
says I'm only 5'7" with black hair and brown eyes, and naturally
hairy?"
"Yeah, the Quick Use Pamphlet, which looks like you didn't read, says
that the random tfs are either other users templates or creations that
are stored within the Chronivac's "Giga Huge Database." So either
someone wanted a gay puppy slave or someone is one- which makes me
wonder what he selected? Think he's a real dog now? Or maybe a
hetero tough guy?"
"I don't care there has to be away to stop this!" Jeff said grabbing
the pamphlet.
In the meantime, Dean picked up Jeff's belt that was lying on the
floor and began to shape it like a dog collar and leash.
"What are you doing, Dean?"
"Getting ready for my new dog slave in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 seconds!" Dean
said pointing at Jeff, and "Now!"
Jeff was staring at the monitor's count-down. He closed his eyes and
shuddered all over. He dropped the pamphlet. He opened his eyes,his
shoulders slumped visibly. He looked at the open belt loop that was in
Dean's hand. He dropped to his knees and then to all fours and crawled
over to Dean silently. He sniffed Dean's boots, and then his crotch
and butt.
Dean just sat there giggling. He noticed Jeff's jeans seemed looser,
and his six foot friend was definitely getting smaller. Little black
hairs were erupting on Jeff's exposed back and arms, and Dean craned
his head to see that Jeff's belly was becoming positively furry. Jeff
started licking Dean's shoes.
"Okay, Spike, let's get you out of those oversize jeans and get you
into this here collar."
Jeff's eager face told Dean that was just what Jeff had been waiting
for - him to order him into the collar. He lowered his head and stuck
it through the belt loop. Dean felt the leather twisting in his hand,
and was surprised to discover that the Chronivac was changing the belt
too. It now was a studded leather collar with a steel chain lead with
a leather wrist loop on the end that Dean was holding.
He peeled off Jeff's boxers and led his new dog boy over to Jeff's
closet. Okay, Spike, since the Chronivac is now adjusting your things
to their new purpose, let's check out your wardrobe. He opened the
closet door.