Dean walks over to answer the phone as Jeff crawls over to his boots in the corner and buries his nose in the top.
Dean looks over and shakes his head and laughs before. Answering the phone. "Hello, this is Chronivac. There is a problem with the software we sent to you. It seems this version has a permanent affect on those who are transformed. Meaning that whoever you use it on may never transform back to themselves."
Deans jaw dropped. "So your telling me that the transformations I make are permanent?"
"Unfortunately so, there is a glitch with the programming. Sincere apologies from Chronivac sir"
Dean was conflicted. On one hand he would miss his old friend, however he couldn't hide the shit eating grin that was smeared across his face as he looked at Spike with this new knowledge.
"Alright Sir thank you for notifying me" Dean said before hanging up the phone.
He continued staring at his new dog with a mischevious smirk just stuck on his face. His mind raced with all the things he could do with his new dog. He made a list in his head 'blow jobs whenever I want, never have to wash any shoes again, get my ass licked whenever, get my feet licked clean multiple times a day....' The thoughts went on and on.
"So Spike, it looks like I'm gonna have to get you a cage and a dog bowl. Chronivac just called, something's wrong with the programming and your gonna be my gay dog slave forever!" Dean grabbed Spikes leash and jerked it towards him and stuck his sweaty bare feet out on the ottoman.
"Lick your masters feet boy. Get used to the taste, cuz you will never escape it. You will lick my feet every single day no matter how dirty or stinky. No exceptions" he said as he mashed his feet in Spikes face.