Jeff read the result"Female, 17 month old French Poodle, champion breeder..." then the text became unreadable as the color drained from the screen and the entire room. The room seemed to grow as it changed to monochrome. At first Jeff's clothing started to bind him, but then it began to fade into cobwebs or gossamer like hoar frost melting in the sunlight. He was naked, but it seemed normal. Hairs sprouting all over his naked body. His smooth crotch and 4 pairs of teats seemed perfectly normal.
Jeff shifted forward to release his tail from where it was trapped under his/her haunches. Jeff sat on all fours in the desk chair staring at the curious chronivac and computer that were chirping and humming.
The door swung open, and Chris entered.
Chris was his master. Jeff was happy. No, part of his mind insisted, Chris was his weird little brother, and whatever he had planned for Jeff was bound to bad. But instinct triumphed and Chris jumped into his master's arms licking Chris'face while wagging her tail.
"Hey, girl, whatcha doing playing video games? Ha! I've got something more fun for you to do, and profitable too." He scoops the poodle bitch up, fastens a leash to its collar, and leads her out of Jeff's former room, which is now the family office or den. Jeff notices that bookshelves with TV and stereo, and sofa have replaced Jeff's bed. There is a dog bed next to the sofa, so Jeff realizes it's still his bedroom in a sense.
"Yeah, girl, thanks to RJ's pop's fertility pills you're going to be in heat for the next 5 years. At an average litter of 5 pups, and an average price of $350 per pup, and four litters per year, I should have 35 grand just in time to buy my dream car for college." He pats Jeff's head and rubs his cheek against his little gold mine.
Jeff responds happily on the outside, on the inside he is horrified. What had the chronivac guide said about pregnacies? It had said that if pregnacy exceeded time parameters of transformation, then either time of transformation was extended until offspring were weaned, or transformation was permanent. Now what were those conditions, and what was random time selected on chronivac. If it was short enough, he'd be changing back any minute, and if it was long enough, he'd change back long after the pregnancies were over. Or would he? His mind turned to other things as they approached the kitchen, he could smell the scent of a male dog nearby, and Jeff's instinct took over.
"Slow down, girl, you'll get introduced to Maximillian soon enough. By dog standards he's quite a stud! Hehe," laughed Jeff's parent's only son.