"Ah, we'll start with your tail, boy," Karl said as his fingers danced on his iPad.
Chad whined as he felt his spine tingle and pull away from his body. He felt cold air around his new formed
tail it was long, getting longer and longer.
"Tch, a bit too much," Karl commented, and Chad felt the tail shrink part way back inside him. "Now for the
ears."
Chad felt his ears migrating up to the top of his head. Then he felt them twist and turn and change.
Suddenly, his nose and jaw projected away from his face. His teeth all hurt and as they spun and changed in
his gums. He felt his tongue stretch and thin as filled his new snout. His hands and feet and elbows and
knees- oh, the pain, but he couldn't scream. Then his chest crushed inward outward- it was now barrel shaped
and his cock was up against his abs with a furry black rubber foreskin. He was a dog standing upright.
"Oh, but you're too big," Karl remarked, "But I can fix that. And then we'll deal with your coloring."
Karl loomed upward above the newly shrunken Chad. He made a couple more adjustments and Chad was on all fours.
"Now, you must be obedient. So the bit of you that's Chad the alpha male is now caged in a corner of your new
obedient canine brain. Haha, and there!" Karl stepped back triumphantly and snapped a picture with his iPad
of the new and improved Chad.
Chad let out a bark. He could speak-er, bark, and he could move.
"Heel boy! Sit!"
Chad obeyed.
"Good boy," Karl said rubbing Chad's dog head. Karl fastened the collar and leash to Chad, and led him. "Come
boy!"
Chad obeyed. He could not not obey. He was sitting in the back of Karl's BMW as it roared down the highway.
Chad recognized the building and let out a yelp. It was his father's veterinary clinic.
"Well, you do need your shots, and I get you licensed there, boy," Karl said, "Think your dad would think
poorly if I name you Chad? Not really a good dog name. Rover? Fido? Max? Hm, I'll think of something."
He parks and leads you across the asphalt lot, up the concrete steps and into Chad's dad's veterinary clinic.
"Hello, Karl," said the receptionist, "Is that your new dog?"
"Yes, it is. He needs his shots, and license," Karl said.
"Alright, are you going to neuter him or keep him for stud - it makes a difference in the license fee," she
reminded Karl.
Karl opened his mouth to answer. Chad had a sinking feeling. He looked up at Karl with his puppy dog eyes and
whined.
"It's almost as if he understands," remarked the receptionist.
Karl laughed, "Almost?"