Johannes pulled off his master's boxer briefs and carefully folded them. He was confused as to why he had them
on, he wasn't supposed to wear his master's clothing. Then he stood in place.
Jojo watched as shiny black rubber began to grow over his skin. He found himself falling forward and he caught
himself on all fours. The knees were already padded when they hit the floor, and his hands were encased in
big black rubber finger-less mitts. He let out a yelp, as he felt something cylindrical and hard fill his anus
and colon. He looked back over his rubberized black back and butt, and saw what looked like a dog tail
peeking over his butt.
Jeff laughed, "Ya know, Jojo, I always wanted a dog, but I couldn't have one because of my allergies, but
you're hypoallergenic. And there are now lots of boys like you, who want to be dog boys. They even have it
as a study tract at high school. That's when you and your other jock bullies on the football team were
determined to be latent gay dog boys. Under the new American Differences Act, such behavior is not only not
taboo, but is encouraged. Senior citizens, people with allergies, and people needing companion animals were
the first to receive the new dog boys. Aren't you glad that your stepbrother was able to adopt you, Jojo?"
Jojo was now completely encased in a rubber suit. His head was in a rubber hood with a dog muzzle. He could
feel the rubber on his now shaved scalp. He could smell the talcum his body was coated with under the rubber.
He was a dog boy. He remembered everything Master Jeff had said. He had taken a standard personality test,
and he and his team mates had all been found to be latent homosexual submissive boys with an animal -
specifically dog fetish. Jojo stuck his tongue out of the hood and let out a happy bark.
"Good boy, Jojo, not let's see how well your training was. Here boy," he said patting his own crotch.
Jojo knew what to do. Johannes was horrified, but his old memories and personality were only passengers in
his dog boy body. He could watch and horror, but not stop what was happening. He was just along for the
ride, as his hooded face ground his nose into Jeff's crotch, and grabbed the zipper tab between his teeth and
pull the zipper down. His tongue then snake into Jeff's fly and guided out his step bro's cock. He was a good
cock hound. The part of him that was now only a spectator in his revised life felt nauseous. Jojo felt
compelled to please his Master Jeff. He flexed his anal muscles madly to make his black rubber tail wag. He
was happy he lived in a world where a man born in a dog slave's body could find a place in society. His
happiness further horrified the former Johannes. He couldn't believe his father had let this happen, but he
knew in this wonderful nightmare world that Jeff created, he had made the choice, and he was doing what he
wanted to do now. Horror and contentment blurred.
Jeff moaned, "Gooooooood boy! Goooooood Joooooo-Oh-Oh-Oh, jooooooooooooooo!"