LeRoy whistled as he eyed Chad, "So that's your new dog boy, Tom? He's a big one, going to have his hind legs surgically shortened, or should I fit it for knee pads?"
Chad's jaw dropped.
"Knee pads for now. You know I can't do the proper surgical mods until after his family exhausts all appeals or signs the waiver of appeal," Master Thomas said with a grin, "Oh, and I do like those red shorts he's wearing, do you think you could cut and sew a fly in the backside of them, so the tail butt plug can stick out?"
"Sure no problem, but we have a red leather jockstrap that would work-"
"Nah, has to be those shorts. See, those were Chad's lucky shorts," Tom lied.
LeRoy shrugged, and said, "Sure thing. The customer is always right."
Jake was in terror. He was working hard to figure out how to break his spell, but if Tom had him modified, well, the spell might be unbreakable, or worse. Jake shuddered imagining him changing back into a guy but with an extra hole in his body. Would it be a vagina? An extra mouth? He didn't want to contemplate it. He felt the cold steel of LeRoy's scissors against his cotton poly blend flesh. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
In a few minutes, Chad was up on the counter wearing a leather dog mask hood, leather paw mitts on his hands, leather knee pads and a black rubber tail sticking out of his red shorts.
"Now he's ready for piercing."