In the parking lot on the way to his car, Dave saw the company's top salesman Steve Jericho was yelling at the
five young Mexican teenagers he had detailing his Ferrari. The dude was such a dog. He was always going after
every skirt in the office including Jenny. Dave thought for a moment about a dog chasing a cat, then he
thought about all the women that Jericho had had, and wondered how he would feel if their roles were reversed.
The pen seemed to call to him from his pocket. The Mexican youths seemed intent on every word Steve Jericho
uttered. They replied: "Si, Senor Steve, like this?" "Yes, I polish harder." "This spot here? I got it, sir!"
"Thank you for letting us detail your fine car, Mr. Steve." Dave couldn't help but think they were like
puppies.
He smiled, as he loaded his trunk. Steve shouted at him.
"Hey, Davey, aren't you going home a bit early?" he snapped, as if he was Dave's boss and didn't work in
another department.
Dave pulled the pen and paper out of his pocket and started writing on the trunk of his car. He looked over
his shoulder, and said, "Well, I don't exactly see you working either, Jericho. Maybe instead of bitching
about what others are or aren't doing, you should be a bitch. Then you'd find out what it's like to be hounded
by guys they way you hound women everywhere."
He emphasized the period, as Jericho let out a yelp. He had written "Steve Jericho is a dog named Jericho
with a dog tag hanging from his collar that identifies me as his owner. I now live in Steve Jericho's mansion
and his wife and kids are my servants, I also own all his assets including his cars with none of his
liabilities. And Jericho is a female dog and those 5 Mexican guys are all horny Chihuahuas and Jericho is in
heat. Oh, and Jericho is aware she used to be a rich human guy, but she's totally obedient and no matter how
much she wants to bite me, she can't." He turned just as Jericho yelped. His hand was resting on his old car,
when he felt its body shifting shape under his hand.
Steve Jericho was naked, and suddenly, Dave was wearing his $5000 Armani suit, except it had been retailored
to fit Dave perfectly. The Mexicans stepped back in surprise as the expensive car they were polishing vanished
and reappeared on the other side of the lot. They stared as Steve Jericho stood there naked for a moment. Then
he dropped to all fours and let out a yelp as he morphed into a black and tan male boxer. Then as they watched
his big cock and balls disappeared up inside him as he let out a yelp.
"Ai!" shouted one of the Mexicans as their clothing vanished too. They started to shrink. They yapped as they
shrank and morphed into male Chihuahuas. The scent emanating from Jericho was driving them crazy. They
didn't seem to care or perhaps they weren't aware that they were trying to hump their former boss.
Dave hadn't considered what sort of dog Steve would become, but he found the sight of the tiny Chihuahua
knotted to the backside of the bitch boxer hysterical. He snapped a pick with his new iPhone. He chuckled,
another one of Jericho's assets. He climbed into the Ferrari and noticed that the car key on his key ring had
changed. It fit perfectly, said to the navigator "HOME". And followed the directions to Jericho's former
home.
He pulled into the driveway, and wondered how Jericho's family would react to being his servants now.
He was a bit surprised to discover Steve Jericho's eldest wearing a Speedo and flip flops.
"Hello, Mr. Dave, sir, you ready for your swim, and massage?" he asked as Dave got out of the car, and he
handed Dave an ice cold mint Julep.
"Thanks, uh?" what was his name? Steve junior?
"Rick, sir, you must have had a long day at the office. Let me help you change," Rick said.
"Yes, I guess," he was a bit distracted by the situation. The young 20 something stud was fawning all over
Dave like Dave was a hot young chick. He guessed it was good to be rich.
Dave found himself escorted to the pool house and being undressed by this young stud. He wondered about the
other servants. Jillian Jericho might be 40 something, but she was still hot. He licked his lips, and didn't
notice the bulge in Rick's Speedo. Dave pulled his pen out of his coat hanging on the hanger in the changing
room, and jotted down on a scrap of paper, "When I look at someone I know their backstory of who they are now
and who they were."
He turned to look at Rick.