"Erick's new pet. Just rub your chest with one of the clothes and see what happens," John said with a laugh.
"Pet! You're kidding right?" Luke said gently rubbing his left pec with the cloth stuck to his right hand.
He drew the cloth away and let out a yelp. His left nipple had divided into two identical nipples, and the
lower one started to migrate down his chest. He stared, it was like watching cells divide. Each of his two
left nipples had split to form two tipped nipples, and he was sure they'd split.
"Four nipples?"
"Well, you'll have eight when you rub your other pec," John answered matter of factly. Then he added, "But
that's not the only change is it?"
Luke looked and notice that everywhere he had rubbed now had stubble growing out of his skin. It was growing
fast. He was growing chest hairs. He grinned, but it kept growing. It was a couple inches long and it was
darker than his own hair had been.
"What's happening?"
"Well, now that it's begun, you'll end up rubbing yourself all over, and as you rub, you'll change. Your arms
will become forelegs, you'll grow a nice tail. Come on start rubbing, I want you completely changed before
Erick arrives," John commanded.
Luke tried to resist, but he felt compelled to obey, and worse yet his unfurry skin had started to itch
intensely, He needed to rub it. He grit his teeth. They itched too. Before he realized it he was rubbing his
teeth and lips and chin and nose. He felt his teeth becoming pointy in his mouth, and then his muzzle pushed
out from his face. He really was becoming an animal. He dashed to the full-length mirror in the entry. His
father stood in the doorway of his study looking at Luke. Luke looked to him for help.
"Father, Uncle John's done something awful to me. Look!"
"What? It's not awful, Luke, it's just not finished. Now start rubbing, you'll make Erick an excellent Black
Lab," Mike said.
"I'm turning into a Labrador Retriever?"
"Michael, must you constantly spoil my little surprises. I had wanted Luke to guess what he was becoming,"
John said.
"What have you done to my father, Uncle John?" Luke barked. He noticed his voice had become harsher and less
distinct. His left hand was massaging his now furry neck. As he stared in the mirror, his hands unbidden slid
up the sides of his head. His hair was soon black all over, his skull flattened and elongated, and floppy
hairy ears hung from the sides of his head. He pulled his hands away from his face. He realized to his horror
that his hands were resting on his butt cheeks and rubbing them. He felt his glutes weaken, and his pelvis
shifting and narrowing. He fell to all fours. His father and uncle drew up chairs to watch his chance close
up in comfort.
"Oh, I really should be videotaping this for Erick, he'll never believe this is Luke!"
"Oh, he'll believe, he's a wizard's son after all. He'll discern Luke's true identity, of that I am sure."
Luke looked plaintively at his father, and whimpered, "Woof, woof!" He could no longer speak like a man.
He was one bizarre looking dog. He had changed completely everywhere he had rubbed himself. But he still had
his pink human male genitalia, and his hands. His feet and hind legs were completely canine, as was his tail
and head. His torso was barrel like and furry. He now had 8 nipples, and thanked God that they were hopefully
still vestigial. It had occurred to him that neither his uncle nor father had said where he was a stud or
bitch dog. He recalled his father and uncle debating the merits of having a bitch or stud dog or having it
fixed. His father had come down heavily in favor of having a bitch, since she could be used to produce puppies
that could be sold to offset the expense of her upkeep. Luke couldn't remember what his uncle's position had
been. He hoped he favored the stud dog. Luke didn't want to be a female or neuter. He wondered what Erick
wanted. Did Erick even know that his father was doing this to Luke? He couldn't believe Erick would be happy
about this. They weren't just cousins, they were buddies. Weren't they?
He resisted as long as he could. If anyone could see Luke's face under his fur, it would have been beet red.
He was so embarrassed, but his cock and balls begged to be rubbed, and as he rubbed he felt them changing.