"Pitbull bitch, Bobby!" exclaimed Chaco at last.
"Huhrruuf?" gasped Bobby dropping to all fours.
Erick murmured sadly in Bobby's mind as he felt himself emptying as Bobby's cock and balls vanished from the new bitch dog's body. He snapped suddenly as the new tail erupted pulling the strap with it, then the strap slipped off the end of the tail and snapped back. As the colour drained from Bobby's vision, new smells exploded in his mind coloring the landscape to replace the spectrum he'd just lost.
Bobby didn't like what he saw or smell, but knowing how the magic worked, he knew that he'd probably love it the way Ryan and Erick and Carter had loved their new positions in life. Chaco's dick was getting real hard and as it expanded against the denim fabric, Bobby could see that it didn't look quite right. It had a conical head like a dog's. The smell coming from Chaco's crotch was making his new pussy water.
Then there were the gold chains. He recalled overhearing a couple of Chaco's gang talking. One said, "You'll never see Chaco wearing silver chains. So don't even think of getting him any silver gifts, got it!" It hadn't meant anything at the time, but Bobby had seen enough werewolf movies to know what silver did to them. He was developing an idea of just what Chaco really was, as he inched closer to his new master's crotch and took a deep whiff.
Chaco might have been small for a man, but as a dog he was quite large. Quite a stud. Quite a catch. Those were the thoughts flooding Bobby's mind. He struggled against them. He seized upon memories, again Chaco dominated them. The times Bobby had come upon the gang, and Chaco hadn't been there but a big black and tan dog had been. Juanito had said it belonged to Chaco and was there to protect them. But Bobby never saw Chaco with that dog. He had a feeling he was going to see that dog real soon.