Jeff was now wearing his shorts. He was sitting on his butt with his
knees against his chest, and his arms wrapped around his knees. He was
speaking gibberish and rocking back and forth.
Richie shook his head. He helped his brother back on to the dog bed
where Bruiser lay sleeping. He patted his brother's head and
whispered, "There, there, Max, I mean, Jeff, everything will be
alright. Just go to sleep, boy."
Shaking his head, Richie, sat back down at the Chronivac. "Now what
should I do with you, Bruiser?" He typed on the keyboard and grinned.
"Aha, I just use the current settings for Bruiser, and change the
species from canis lupus familiaris to homo sapiens. The Chronivac
will do all the rest. Now for Jeff, I think I'll help you cope with a
few minor changes. First, we'll make you totally aware of all the
changes, but will prohibit you from telling anyone or doing anything
that deviates from your new programming." The keys clacked away.
Richie left as the room started to change under the Chronivac's
influence. The dog bed grew into a box spring mattress with a pillow
top mattress on top and the shapes under the blanket changed from a
man and dog to two men.
Jeff woke with a start. He sat up and looked around his room. It was
his room, but it was different. His bedframe was gone, and his twin
bed was now California King size mattress. And there was some big
hairy blonde dude in bed with him. Jeff threw back the covers and
leapt out of bed. He looked down at his body. He was practically
hairless and naked except for the leather collar around on his neck.
It hadn't been a nightmare - it was real. How could Richie have done
this to him? He went into the bathroom, and started to lather his
face. He shaved his stubble from his chin, and then he kept shaving.
The stubble on his chest, arm pits, pubes, arms, legs and ass. He
tried to stop, but he couldn't stop himself. Jeff climbed into the
shower and started scrubbing his body vigorously.
Suddenly, he felt a hand with a sponge on his back. He turned and
looked up into the bearded naked Norseman he had found in his bed.
"Hey, Maxy, calm down," Bruiser said firmly. He leaned down and French
kissed Jeff.
"I- I- I- uh, Richie is a dick," growled Jeff.
"No worries, hubby, Richie is not just a dick, he's my dick. He set it
up so you couldn't talk about what he did to you or do anything about
it. But me, well, he didn't proscribe me from saying or doing
something."
"But- loyalty?"
"You were his dog and loyal to him. But Beth is my owner, and I'm
loyal to her. And Richie isn't just any dick, he's mine. See!"
Bruiser pulled back his human foreskin to reveal a cock that resembled
an Oscar statue, but the face with his mouth now a piss slit belonged
to Richie.
"Richie? But what about Beth's wedding?"
"Oh, my old dick is the new Richie. He's the new and improved Richie.
He thinks you changed yourself into a dog because of your own fantasy.
After a while living your new life, I think it will become your
fantasy. Now let's get dressed, and go check on our tuxes, and then I
need to get you an engagement present. It's going to be a double
wedding, Maxy."
Jeff swallowed hard. His programming was taking over, in spite of
himself. He swallowed Bruiser's anthropomorphic penis. He could feel
Richie struggling inside his mouth and throat. Bruiser exploded inside
Jeff and Richie began to get soft.
He looked up and licked his lips. His knees were sore from kneeling
on the tile.
"Why is Richie your dick?" Jeff asked. He had mixed feelings. He
still felt loyalty toward his master. Damn, Bruiser's cock was his
master.
"It was Richie's idea. When he was typing in the Chronivac. He looked
at me humping your body, and commented, "I wish I saw as much action
as your cock, Bruiser." So now he does," Bruiser chuckled.