Noticing Jake's confusion, Mike rubbed and petted the dog's head, reassuring him. It occurred to him that it would be good if he could just explain to his dog what was happening, and he turned back to the Chronivac, reselecting Jake as a target. He searched through the options, eventually finding the changes relating to intelligence. The IQ setting was set as Nonhuman: Canine (Average), and he clicked it, changing it to a human intelligence. As it asked what IQ it should aim for, he realized he was not sure, and shrugged as he selected 130, wanting Jake to be quite smart. The program whirred for a moment, before suggesting he give Jake the ability to speak, and autoselected a few options for humanoid personality based on approximate transfers from his canine mentality. He nodded, idly selecting yes for all the automatic options, then set the duration to permanent again.
Jake began to twitch, his ears moving as he looked around with rapidly increasing self awareness. His eyes changed from dumb but happy brown dog eyes to sharp and intelligence human ones, and he looked up, no longer seeing Mike as his beloved master, but rather just the human whom he lived with. He remembered growing up as a dumb and happy dog, but he was also aware that his intelligence had just been ramped up, as well as the cause of the change. He pulled down from Mike's lap, looking up and grinning.
"Hello Mike. Thanks, I'm thinking much more clearly now." Mike laughed, grinning and reaching down to stroke Jake's black head.
"Wow, wicked! You can talk, man!" Jake rolled his eyes, pushing Mike's chair on its wheels over to his bed. Mike just laughed again, forgetting the dog dick throbbing between his legs.
"Yeah, I can talk. I like this, it feels good. Speaking of which, that new dick of yours is only going to be there for a few more minutes. Don't you think you should try it out? It's strange, but when will you get a chance to try out masturbating with a canine penis again?"
Mike blinked, confused a bit by his dog's forcefulness, but accepted the prodding of the pitbull's head and paw, nudging him off the chair onto his bed until he was lying on his back. He looked a bit nervous, but at Jake's insistence, gradually wrapped his hand around his dick and moaned as he stroked it slowly.
"Fuck, that does feel good. Um, you sure it's ok for me to do this in front of you, boy?"
Jake shook his head, his eyes sparkling as he pushed the chair back over to the computer, jumping up onto it.
"Not a problem, Mike, nothing I haven't seen before. You just enjoy yourself and lose yourself in the moment. And please, call me Jake. I have no intention of calling you master, after all. Any more."
Mike barely paid attention to his dog's words, too busy moaning, his leg twitching with pleasure as he panted and stroked his dick, each touch unbelievably sensitive, especially when he squeezed his throbbing rock hard knot. Lost to the world, he focused only on his cock, panting and moaning. Jake chuckled, turning the chair to the computer and reaching his paw over to carefully type one key at a time.