The sound of birds chirping and sun streaming into his face woke Chad. He expected to be back in his cage, but
instead he was in his own bed. He sat up and looked down at his smooth chest, and peeled back the covers to
see his shorts with a healthy bulge where there should be one.
"It must have been a dream," he muttered. Then he felt the dog collar around his neck. He peeled back his
shorts and saw that the jockstrap he was wearing had laundry marker on the waistband, "Master's Bitch". He
peeked inside his pouch and gasped. He pulled out a rolled up pair of socks. H is manhood was gone. In its
place was a shave camel toe. Then he noticed the dog tag hanging from his collar. He went over to the mirror
and copied down the phone number engraved into his dog tag. He picked up his iPhone and nervously keyed in the
phone number. He listened as the phone rang. It rang twice, and then a voice answered.
"Hey, bitch, sit!" ordered a male voice. It was his master's voice, but it sounded different. I was less
ferocious than it had been. Perhaps he had changed back too. When Chad was done thinking about this, he
realized that he was on the floor on his haunches sitting like a dog. The master chuckled. "I'm glad you set
up your web cam just like I told you to do. Though maybe you don't remember everything, sometimes until you
get used to the transformation, you may have a swiss cheese memory regarding your time as a canine. No
worries though, I videoed every moment of your transformation. I loved how you begged me to rape you again
and again. Now I suggest you put the socks back in your jock and you get your ass in gear. It's Monday
morning, and you'll be late for school if you don't leave soon. I'll text you instructions for our lunchtime
nooner, bitch. Now get moving! I'll see you at school, Chad."
Chad looked at the clock. The last thing he remembered it was Friday. He shoved the socks back into his jock
and dressed quickly. He made it to his first class just as the final bell rang. He sat down nervously. He
felt that everyone was staring at him. He wondered who his master was, he didn't recognize the wolfed out
version as anyone he knew, but it had to be one of his class mates.
"Sit down, students," ordered Mr. Chandler, Chad's history teacher. Chad fought the urge to sit on the floor.
Perhaps, his master wasn't a student. Perhaps it was a teacher or counselor, or janitor, or even the
principal. Chad just couldn't be sure. He sat there in a panic wondering what he should do.
His entire morning went that way. He was sweating through each class. He felt his iPhone vibrate in his
pocket. He had a text message.
"bitch boi, be in the locker room's last bathroom stall at high noon."
Chad looked at the clock. He had fifteen minutes until noon. He'd find out who his master really was then. He
swallowed and started to head for the gym. He glanced at himself in the full-length mirror as he entered the
locker room. He looked like his old self, but the fabric pressed against his crotch reminded him of the lie
that now was the bulge in his jeans. He licked his lips and headed for the toilets. If he was a good bitch,
maybe he'd get his manhood back. He hoped. But it wasn't hope that made him obey. It was something deeper,
something he didn't want to admit. He wanted to feel his master's cock inside him again.